You re so forgetful, and one day you ll forget me. Prose

Uh-huh? What do you mean? Is it a name?

She suddenly heard a song called Later We Today.

Spring has just ushered in her city, and the temperature has begun to climb gradually, and the green trees downstairs are pulling out their buds, and the hours of sunshine are gradually lengthening. But the moment she heard a certain lyric, she was suddenly pulled back to the middle of summer when the ground was so hot that the ground was hot.

And those yesterdays are still colorful.

They all have my careful collection.

Maybe you remember.

Maybe you've forgotten.

It's not that important anymore".

She used to think that those memories that had been chewed on over and over again for so many years would always have a dull source of disadvantage one day—but it wasn't. They were like fairy tales that she loved when she was a child, and even if she read them countless times, she would still cry because the Little Mermaid had turned into foam.

The time of separation has long been longer than being together, and perhaps what I have never forgotten is just because of the sadness of substituting memories into the lyrics. She will no longer be calm on the surface when chatting with him, but her hands tremble slightly, and she will no longer hide under the covers and cry all night because of his words.

It's not that important anymore".

She said this to herself countless times.

She used to be a very weak person. Others say that when she grows up, she will put away her edges and corners and become smooth, but she is different, the more she grows up, the more determined she is to insist on things. In the past, she always cowered in the corner, and she didn't talk much, and her tongue began to tie when she said a few more words to strangers.

It's just that for the people she likes, she has a kind of personality that doesn't match. Brave. She seemed to pin all her joy and joy on him, watching him take root in her heart, sprout, and then collapse with a bang, taking with her all her dependence and flesh.

Later, some people said that she seemed to be a different person in recent years.

It is also said that you speak like him.

I don't think he knew what kind of being he was to her.

But it really doesn't matter anymore.

Because she knew that it was just an inexplicable fermentation of emotions now, and when it passed, the cherry blossoms were scattered.

Teacher, I can't forget you.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry." When I was in elementary school, I met all kinds of teachers, some of whom were strict and some of whom were kind. And what impressed me the most was my enlightenment teacher, the first-grade Chinese teacher, Ms. Chao.

Teacher Chao is tall and amiable. Even though she was very strict with our studies, she still had time to play with us after class and get along with us like friends.

I remember the midterm exam of the first semester of my last grade, I didn't get the certificate in the exam, I was very disappointed, I cried, the teacher knew about it, and encouraged me not to be discouraged, as long as I study hard, I will definitely get the certificate next time! After listening to this, I felt a little better, and I began to work hard, study hard, and won the first place in the grade with excellent results in the final exam. I am so happy, and at the same time, I am grateful to the teacher for helping me to pull back from the precipice when I fell into the abyss, so that I can regain the courage to study and achieve excellent results.

Because the teacher's house lives opposite my grandmother's house, the teacher went to my grandmother's house to report the good news and praise me! I really couldn't tell how I felt at the time, and since then, I've been strict with myself, so that my homework is at the top of the list.

One winter, I suddenly had a high fever, but I continued to go to school. When I arrived at school, I felt headaches, dizziness, and nausea. I was extremely unwell, and the teacher saw it and gave me leave to go home to rest, and I said

Teacher, no need, I can hold on. "Honestly: "You go back, I will make up for the homework you have missed" I agreed with confidence.

At noon, she always came to my grandmother's house to see me, asked me if I had taken medicine, told me to pay attention to rest, and cared about me very much, I was so moved that I was about to cry. Mr. Chao's meticulous care and tireless teaching and encouragement in learning have built up my self-confidence little by little, making me particularly confident on the road of learning.

Although you only took me to the first and second grades for two years, during these two years, you have had a great influence on me, and I am very impressed, I thank you for guiding me the right way forward at the beginning of my life, and I want to use the knowledge you taught me to complete the road of my life. I will never forget you, I sincerely say, hello teacher! You will always be in my heart!!