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Why do I always think of you.

I don't know when it began, I used to be in the quiet night, imagining your distant smile, I feel that you will always have a gentle and elegant temperament, you should be enthusiastic, but you are not good at showing, you should be mature and introverted, but you may also be arrogant sometimes.

No one understands the feeling between us, far and near, deep and flat, even I can't understand myself, but I have always cherished this feeling as the most precious thing in life. The phrase "don't be too tired, pay attention to rest" made me miss it for a long, long time! It also moved me for a long, long time!

In fact, I should control the spread of that feeling in my heart, but I didn't do it deliberately, and selfishly wanted to give myself some space and have someone to accompany me through ......

In this world, the definition of feelings is too shallow and too narrow, in fact, there are many compatible souls who do not need too many words, and it is easy to find each other's appreciation for each other in a tacit understanding. I once wanted to see you, no matter what your face was, it didn't matter to me, what could move me from the depths of my heart was always a person's quality. I admit that the Internet is illusory, but as long as you really experience a person with your heart, you will find that all of them are true, and you can't be false at all, and your warmth and calmness can always make me immersed and sober.

Gradually, I regarded you as a confidant, it is difficult to understand why you are so important in my heart, I never believe in what is destined, but I know deep down that some people are destined to have no results in their lives, so I have never had the luxury of expecting it, I just want to leave a feeling hidden in my heart for a lifetime. I think we'll be friends forever, that kind of fashionable Nth emotion, pure as water, nothing can be blasphemed.

I suddenly found that I am nostalgic for the Internet because I am nostalgic for words, words are a kind of release, a kind of comfort for the soul, and people have to find a place for themselves to store their emotions. So, no matter how much I miss you, I can only put the distant you between the lines, I am willing to read you so carefully, read the hazy you, read the ethereal you who are too far away from me! Our hearts can be very close, but in fact we are separated from the end of the world, but I am glad that we are separated from the end of the world, so that this miss becomes more and more beautiful, I would rather only be friends with you who will never see each other for a lifetime, I would rather that kind of cold thing gush out of the bottom of my heart, deformed and swirl in the eyes, I would rather listen to the sad voice in the depths of my thoughts!

No one sees me crying, but I always think of you when I cry.

It's best to change it yourself...

Spring goes to autumn, the northern geese return to the south, 16 years of time in a flick of a finger, the quiet night is thinking, and your figure always comes to mind.

At the beginning of the rise, it is inevitable that there are some places that are not suitable for it. The closed management of the high school campus was a bit restrictive to me, and the food in the cafeteria was a little unpalatable. If you are at home, under the rumbling range hood in the kitchen, you will carefully prepare the meals I like to eat, and skillfully stir-fry in the pot with a shovel in your hand, wafting through the bursts of food aromas, which is mouth-watering.

Eating in the school cafeteria, I always think of the delicious food you made.

I was busy with my studies in high school, and I couldn't help but feel a little depressed when I was disappointed in the big exams again and again. If you were at home, you would have taken my exam paper and looked at it carefully, and then gently put it down, and no matter how good or bad you were, you would say, "Well, just do your best, and you must continue to work hard next time, you know?"

There is no harsh rebuke, no encouraging praise, just a simple "keep up the good work next time" can really keep me motivated and strive for the top. In the face of disappointing test papers, I always think of your advice to "hope that a woman will become a phoenix".

Studying abroad, it is inevitable that there will be places where you do not take good care of yourself, and there will be minor illnesses such as cough and cold. As the weather gradually cooled, I couldn't add clothes in time, my throat was a little uncomfortable and I began to cough frequently, and the whole person felt very uncomfortable. If you are at home, you will definitely tell you a thousand times:

It's cold, add extra clothes. "Why did you start coughing, go, go to the clinic and have a look!" "Don't forget to take your medicine!"

When people are sick, they always hope that someone can take care of them, and when I am alone and sick, I always think of your long-winded and warm words, and my eyes can't help but be a little red, and my eyes are a little moist.

In school accommodation, a change of clothes must be washed by yourself. In the dormitory, I scrubbed my change of clothes in my hands, and my thoughts drifted to the summer vacation before I went to high school, thinking of the training you trained me to adapt to independent life in high school. The sun bakes the earth, and every family hides in their homes to blow electric fans and eat popsicles.

At this time, I would always scrub hard in front of the faucet with a large basin of clothes. You'll come up and say, "Make sure you finish your laundry, wash it!"

In this way, I went to high school to adapt to living alone. "I know, you're trying to figure out how to make me adjust to high school! Scrubbing the clothes in my hands, I always think of the training you have done to me.

I always think of you, of the delicious meals you cooked, of your advice, of your advice, of all that you have done for me, of all your love for me, of you, of your mother who loves me the most.

Teacher, why do I always think of you, perhaps, because of your unique ......

On the day you first became our Chinese teacher, 51 pairs of eyes in the classroom looked at you suspiciously, and 51 hearts had their own worries. You say, "My surname is Xiao," but you don't tell us your name. Just after the first class, before leaving, you didn't have a smile on your face, so we couldn't guess what was going on in your mind.

On that day, your heart was very heavy, we were the famous "poor class", and the results of the midterm exam were the last in the grade, but you said with confidence: "I believe that the students I teach are not all stupid, but your potential has not yet been realized." I know you've done your best, but I still believe that as long as you work hard, you'll succeed in the final exam!

The students felt it was fresh and remembered it in their hearts.

Indeed, I think of you because of your unique ......

You once said that we are already middle school students, and when we encounter a question in the textbook that we don't understand, we can't wait for the teacher to give an answer. Therefore, when you are in class, you always ask us to ask questions that we don't understand, and let our classmates get up to answer them, thus cultivating our spirit of "if you don't understand, you have to ask". You are so attentive and conscientious in teaching.

I always think of you because of your unique smile ......

It was a Thursday morning, and our class was watching "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," and at the beginning of the movie, we were greeted by a series of funny scenes that made our class laugh. We thought you wouldn't smile, so we turned our heads secretly, and we saw you, who was usually serious, with a sweet smile on the corner of your mouth. When I finally saw your smile, my heart couldn't help but get excited, and I suddenly felt that the teacher was so amiable!

Teacher, I always think of you because of your ...... tolerance

You can accommodate everything we have in the class, just as you taught us, "The sea is tolerant of all rivers, and tolerance is great!" I was once again deeply impressed by the fact that you had told me a lot of truths about learning Chinese and encouraged me not to give up my love of literature.

In this way, day after day, subtly, your heart and ours are attached to ......

Indeed, I think of you because of your uniqueness, because you have relieved me of the confusion and hesitation in my heart, you have taught us knowledge, and you have shaped our souls. I'm not thinking of you alone. Because of you, I am reminded of the great engineers of the human soul, and of the ...... of the best people who created human civilization

I would like to say to you: "Thank you! ”（

Cangshan Erhai Lake, you are by my side.

The sky is not the same as before, passing through the fields, and you sing softly.

The street that we walked hand in hand was right in front of you.

Passers-by were the same as we were then.

Really never be able to be with you.

But I will smile and think of you in the distance.

I can really only sing to you.

Because when I grow up, I still can't tell the difference between the world.

A small heart.

There are many, many of you.

Tomorrow's ** will still miss you.

I really just want to sing to you.

There are no sweet words.

There is only a road that has been walked together.

What would it be like for two people to be in different places.

Tomorrow's ** is still the evaluation of the person I want you to ask the question.

Thank you so much!!!

a clan. Cangshan Erhai Lake, you are by my side.

This summer was different from before.

Bicycle in the field you sing softly.

When I opened my eyes, only photographs remained.

The street that we walked hand in hand was right in front of you.

Passers-by were the same as we were then.

Really never be able to be with you.

But I will smile and think of you in the distance.

I can really only sing to you.

Because when I grow up, I still can't tell the difference between the world.

A heart, a small place, next to Cangshan and Erhai Lake, you are by my side.

This summer was different from before.

Bicycle in the field you sing softly.

When I opened my eyes, only photographs remained.

The street that we walked hand in hand was right in front of you.

Passers-by were the same as we were then.

Really never be able to be with you.

But I will smile and think of you in the distance.

I can really only sing to you.

Because when I grow up, I still can't tell the difference between the world.

A small heart.

Strange child, I always think of you.

You write that you hear a very noisy ** on the subway, and then you see a woman holding a small child and begging by singing. When she walks up to you, you don't give her money because you think she's a **. You see that the little child in her arms does not cry or make trouble, does not understand anything, looks innocent and lively, especially the two eyes are particularly attentive, looking at the world with curiosity.

This passage will focus on his innocence. Sometimes the women and children get the money, sometimes they don't, and then they gradually go away. You'll be out of the car after a while.

Later, when you see a child jumping around in the park, you will always think of his bright eyes; You don't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation every day, and you will think about how he is doing, whether he is still upside down, and the day is precarious. For example, if you are worried about the fate of this child, you don't know if the sun can shine into his reality, whether he will be able to support himself in the future, and you can also say that you should cherish your current life and cherish your loved ones around you, because you are already very happy compared to them.

Strange child, I always think of you.

Strange child, you know, I always think of you.

That day, it was pouring rain, and I sat in my seat in the subway, silent. Suddenly, a noisy ** sounded, echoing throughout the carriage. I frowned and saw a peasant woman in plain clothes, with a speaker on her shoulder, a small child on her back, and a microphone in her right hand.

And she sang, and begged all the way to the song. She walked past me and held out her wrinkled hand to me. I hesitated, lowered my head, and she didn't say anything, but slowly turned to my side, and her hand slowly turned.

I felt more comfortable, and I looked up, but I met the child's eyes. This child doesn't cry or make trouble, is quiet, doesn't understand anything, and has an innocent and lively appearance. His black hair was soft against his fair and immature face, and his two eyes were particularly attentive, constantly turning, as if they were looking curiously at the world he did not understand.

My heart was shocked, what a pure and innocent child, but he was used as a tool by scheming adults to win the sympathy of others and use it for profit.

Strange child, you know, I always think of you.

That day, it was pouring rain, and I sat in the gazebo in the park, silent. A sweaty child runs into the gazebo to hide from the rain, and his parents keep wiping the drops of water off him while blaming him for catching a cold and getting sick. He looked around with a grin, not listening to a word of parental advice.

His bright eyes reminded me of that strange child. Whether he has endless advice from his parents, and whether there is someone to take care of his life. whether he is still on the move, whether his future will be precarious; Whether it is pouring rain in his life, whether his reality will be illuminated by the sun.

Strange child, you know, I always think of you.

A taste that reminds me of you all the time.

Who are you going to write about? Family, friends, teachers, classmates?

Life is like a beach, and in the colorful shells on the beach, there are stories of mine one after another, some happy, some sad, and some regretful ......On this beach, that shell is deeply imprinted in my heart, and I will never forget it.

That time, in the fourth grade, after the math test, I sat in my seat with trepidation, waiting for the bright red marks on the test paper to hit my heart. When the classmate who handed out the test paper walked up to me with the test paper, I could even hear my own heartbeat clearly. I closed my eyes nervously, and when my classmates put the test papers on the table and turned to leave, I picked up the test papers and opened my eyes slowly, slowly, and I played a small drum in my heart, silently praying for a good grade.

The red score, so red that it almost stabbed my eyes! It's 100 points! Oh, my God!

It's a perfect score! I was so excited that I couldn't put it into words. I didn't even listen to the teacher's explanation.

Until...."The student who chose 'A' in this question stood up! Have you forgotten what you just talked about? The teacher's voice rang out.

Most of my classmates stood up, and I looked at them blankly, looking down at my answers, and mine was clearly written....‘a’！I was wrong too! I was wrong too!

The teacher didn't change it! In a hurry, I found that the answer to the table was 'c'. In other words, I would have only scored 98 points!

The teacher corrected the mistake! My brain went blank and I was covered in a cold sweat. Should I tell the teacher, or hide this secret, I was very conflicted, in the end, I still quietly suppressed it in my heart, my vanity is worshipped, and I still can't let go of this 100 points!

Later, despite hiding it from everyone, I always regretted it, regretted my vanity, and this incident kept coming to my mind and lingering.