Treasured propositional essays, treasured semi propositional essays

Treasured before the sun sets, before you leave me, the incense bottle in your hand has long been full of sunshine.

Inscription. Discover the sun.

I stood alone in front of the street corner, and you, dressed in pure white, came and took my hand like an angel, and smiled and pulled me into the sun-drenched alley. You say, that's called childhood. I followed you into the alley in a daze, where I saw a lot of children about my age, all of them like me, lonely and crying, and stubborn.

So I became good friends with them. Whenever I talk about all kinds of interesting things with you, who are like angels, you smile warmly, and I see the warm sunshine in your eyes. I think I should be glad that in that alley called childhood, I found you like an angel, and the sunshine that sprinkled deep in the depths, so warm.

Treasure the sun. It turns out that happiness is so short-lived, and the moment you leave me, I feel so deeply. I will never find that alley called childhood again, and the road to your house. You took that happy alley with you, and you took all the things I cherished the most, and you didn't give me a chance to keep them.

Although there are still many opportunities to see the sun, it is not as warm as that alley, and I can no longer see the sunshine in your eyes. But whenever I think of you, I have a faint smile on my face, and my heart is warm, did you plant the sunshine in my heart?

Postscript Suddenly, I have grown up, and I no longer remember my childhood, but there is warm sunshine in my heart, and those places where I once had love in my heart have become secret treasures. Those are the sunshine that I have collected for a long time, I carefully treasure them, when I am unhappy, when I want to cry, I release them, so my heart is full of warm sunshine.

The sunshine in my bottle, they still have a little, a little left, that's the sunshine I brew with loneliness.

Treasure your memories.

Life is like a beautiful picture album with borders, and every time you turn a page, you have completed a journey. The journey is picturesque, and the painting naturally has the brightest colors, and this subtlety is called today. Some people say that great love is silent, and love is silent.

What I collect is a sound love.

When I was a kid, I always liked to sleep with my dad because it made me feel very grounded. I always like to bury my head in the crook of my father's arm, and then clamp my hands and feet tightly on my father's body, because my father's body is full of flesh, and when I was young, I only thought it was very funny, and I had an indescribable comfort in my heart, and I just wanted to sleep like this. Dad always had a satisfied smile on his face and snored and fell asleep.

So, this snoring accompanied me day by day.

When I grew up, I didn't sleep with my father for six years because I couldn't stand my father's earth-shattering snoring, and I always kept the door closed tightly at night, for fear that the terrible snoring would disturb my dreams.

Not long ago, I went to participate in the provincial single move, and my father insisted on accompanying me, and he said that it was the responsibility of my parents.

I slept in the same room with my dad, took exams during the day, and rested in the room at night. As the night wore on, Dad was already asleep, and let out his trademark snoring, deafening and changing tones, and the small room seemed to vibrate with Daddy's snoring.

However, I was thinking, yes, Daddy is tired and he needs a good rest. At this moment, Dad's snoring sound is as beautiful as heaven. Although we are separated by a hallway, our hearts are tightly connected.

Great love is silent, love is silent. My father raised me with his selfless, wordless, and silent love for 19 years. Father, these two simple but not simple words make me awe-inspired.

At night, it was surprisingly quiet, and only the snoring of my father was heard. What a familiar voice I am. It was this voice that quietly accompanied me for nineteen years. This is the lullaby of my childhood, the notes of my growth. In the future, it will accompany me to play the strongest note of my life!

Dad was still asleep, and a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on his face. He must have dreamed of me, that I was still asleep under his arms as I had been when I was a child, and that we both held the most precious thing in the world.

Good night, Dad! Have a good dream.

I will always cherish this snoring, this memory, and my father.

It's something eternal and sincere, it's splendid, but it's not as fleeting as fireworks, and if you grasp it, you really hold it in your hand.

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"Treasure a Tree".

In my heart I always treasure a tree, a weeping willow that stretches out into the middle of the river, dancing like a fairy in the storm and the raging waters. 0

It all started with that rainy day last month. 0

This is always the case in the dreary month of May, and in the blink of an eye, the sun is hiding, and the sky is covered with dark gray clouds, thicker and thicker, and lower and lower. A few low-flying swallows slammed in the air and flew forward with stabbing diagonally. 0

It was a harbinger of a storm, and yet I had no intention of appreciating it. Because I just got the news, I am not on the list of recommended key high schools this time, although the arrival of this news is a matter of time, but my heart is still inexplicably irritable and distressed. I walked listlessly and aimlessly.

A gust of wind blew, and the dust on the ground rose into the air and slammed into the river in front of him. The leaves of a few slender locust trees shivered in the wind and howled in desolation. Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning pierced the sky, followed by a thunderclap, and in an instant, the torrential rain came overwhelmingly.

0 I quickly hid under the eaves of a house. It is a small red-walled building built on a small slope, and in front of the building is an endless field of seedlings connected to the gray sky. The creek swelled a few dozen paces in front of the building, like a well-fed snake, winding westward.

At the swelling of the creek, I don't know who planted this weeping willow. 0

It was this unintentional glimpse that brought back memories of the weeping willow. 0 I was here that summer two years ago. At that time, I was in my first year of junior high school, and I wanted to participate in the dance competition, and I stood under this roof, watching the sudden storm, and it was this weeping willow that could withstand the storm that inspired me.

Later, I resolutely withstood the distrust and even ridicule from everyone, and after a summer of hard training, I finally won the certificate of the second prize of the city's dance competition in that golden autumn season. 0

That time, I was so thankful for the heavy rain ...... 0

I searched eagerly for the weeping willow in the rain that stretched out into the middle of the river. The thunder roared, the whole earth seemed to tremble, and the rain became heavier and heavier, hitting the ground and splashing one after another. The weeping willow shook violently in the rain, and the willow branches were like a whip dancing wildly, mixed with the sound of crackling in the air whistling, whisking, and flying in the wind.

From time to time, the branches below were buried in the water and struggled again, and the surface of the water rippled in a messy manner. 0

Yes, it's been another two years, and I don't know how many years there were, and I don't know how many years there will be in the future, and how many times the weeping willow will still be stubbornly alive in the storm. 0

And me? Why can't you learn from this weeping willow? 00

My heart slowly opened, and the image of the weeping willow deepened and became more and more seared in my heart. 0

In the days to come, whenever I encounter difficulties, I will always think of this weeping willow in the wind and rain. 0

Treasure this tree, in the depths of my memory.

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