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Essay has a gentle wind blowing In my formative years, there were some people and some things that I can never forget. They are like the breeze in spring, the breeze in summer, the breeze in autumn, and the warm breeze in winter, bringing me hope in spring, coolness in summer, harvest in autumn, and warmth in winter......

That Friday night, the lights out bell had already sounded, and I suddenly felt tightness in my chest and had difficulty breathing, so I had to wake up the dormitory Changying. Ying saw my pale face, and rushed to my bed without even putting on shoes, and said with concern: "I'll call Auntie, you lie down and don't move!"

The other roommates also woke up from their sleep, brought me water and medicine, and gathered around me to ask for warmth. Later, my dorm aunt notified my parents to pick me up, and I struggled to get up to fold the quilt, and Lu said, "Don't worry, we'll take care of it for you."

They helped me to my aunt in the dormitory and told me again and again. When I was recuperating at home, they also called** to care about my condition. This gust of friendship makes me feel warm when I am lonely and helpless.

During my illness, my mother was the most anxious, but she didn't show anything in front of me, she insisted on going to work while taking care of me. When night fell, she stayed by my side, touched my forehead with her hand, told me everything was going to be okay, and told me stories about my childhood until she saw me fall asleep. One day at noon, she rushed back from the unit to cook a meal for me and said:

Xuan, you eat first, mom take a rest. "When I finished eating, I saw that my mother was lying on the sofa and had fallen asleep. Looking at my mother's haggard face, I felt very uncomfortable, I really didn't want to wake her up, but when I saw that the time for work was coming and she still had classes to attend, I had to wake up my mother and say to her:

Mom, don't come back tomorrow to cook for me, I'll just eat by myself. My mother looked at me lovingly and said, "Xuan, my mother has been blaming herself for the past few days:."

I don't usually care enough about you. Mom can't wait to be sick for you! Mom must be more loving and patient with you in the future.

After listening to this, my heart was sour, and my eyes couldn't help but moisten. This gust of family affection strengthened my determination to overcome the pain.

In the years of growing up, there was a gust of wind blowing gently, which made me know how to cherish, and I knew that this gust of wind was family affection and friendship. Isn't it a kind of happiness that there are sad memories and heart-warming memories in the years of growing up? In the years of growing up, the wind and the wind came and went, and I would cherish ...... as much

I'm unconscious of your ugliness.

If I were a gust of wind, I would like to be a gust of spring breeze, and I would gently, gently caress the fields, bring a piece of green to the earth, slowly, slowly, break the ice on the surface of the river, and play a cheerful song for the world. If I were a gust of wind, I would like to be a summer wind, bringing a little coolness to people on a hot summer day. If I were a gust of wind, I would like to be a gust of autumn wind and blow the strong smell of harvest to the farmer's uncle.