At the end of that class, teacher, you said you were leaving for a far away place. We don't believe it, but when everyone looks back at the calendar and makes sure that today is not April Fool's Day, and you really have to leave, we will feel a sense of loss and sadness. You said you were sorry, and you said you wanted us to forgive you for your selfishness. We are speechless, our eyes are like suckers, staring at your face-that familiar and peaceful face. In this short moment, we will take you as an eternal memory, put you in the clearest place in our hearts and read it from time to time.

Silently, we reread you, read your eyes, read your words, read your heart, read everything about you ... You said that among all the people in the world, meeting is an unsustainable fate; You said that all good things must come to an end, and we will meet again in the end.

Cicada hissed in the hazy sky, pouring out the heartache of parting, and time moved forward with rapid breathing. You stood motionless on the platform like a statue, your friendly eyes gently swept every corner of the classroom, and your loving eyes touched everyone's face for the last time. We looked at you intently, and we were speechless, only tears slipped from both sides quietly. ...

The bell of class rings in everyone's heart, and we all stand up and still look at you quietly. You want us to bow, then look at us deeply, and then turn around and walk out of the classroom. Oh! Teacher, at the moment you turned around, I clearly saw that your eyes were full of crystal tears, which reflected how much love and affection you felt.

Through the window, we quietly look at your back and can only silently wish you: take care and have a good trip!

Chapter One: Parting of Relatives

We always have too many farewells. We always think that time will wait for us, let's start all over again and make up for our shortcomings. However, disaster will always come when we are unprepared, and you can't avoid it. In the face of fate, we are so timid, so heartbroken and so powerless. The only thing we can do is to take good care of the baby before it's too late and don't relax for a moment.

Thinking of this, I thought of my grandfather, who is over eighty years old ... That night, it was raining lightly, and I was packing my things and wanted to go out. Grandpa saw that I was in a hurry and asked anxiously, "Don't go out when it rains." I didn't answer him. I just crustily skin of head and packed my things. Grandpa saw me helping my bike and handed me the raincoat with concern. He said, "It's raining. Be careful when riding a bike. Have you eaten? " I answered him in a low voice and left in a hurry, but this was my last time with grandpa.

When I came back, grandpa went to the hospital because of cerebral hemorrhage. ......

We always have too many farewells and always think that time will wait for us. Let's start over and make up for our shortcomings. However, disaster always comes when we are caught off guard. We can't avoid it, we can't be afraid, we are heartbroken and we can't cope.

The only thing we can do is to take good care of our baby before it's too late and not relax for a moment.

Chapter Two: Reading Parting.

When you leave, there will be tears; Parting is bound to be sad.

When I first read Yuan Jiang's Parting, I felt the author's deep sorrow for his parents' parting. The author's deep feelings are endless, seemingly carefree and unreserved, all of which reveal her deep love for her parents.

In today's society, left-behind children are not uncommon. Many parents left their hometown and the land where they were born and raised for their children's life and background. They are not afraid of hardship. They are not afraid of fatigue. They think that when they finish their work and get paid, they can go back to see their relatives. I am full of energy.

Where are the children? What about left-behind children? Suffering from homesickness every day, I study hard and help workers make money to make a living; Or because you are too homesick, you are resentful, sad, your grades drop, and even skip class. They fight, play and fall. The difference is so great that the personality is completely different. Some of them are honest, friendly and help each other. Some extort and some lie, but how can they be worthy of their parents? But when they are separated from their parents, the pain must always be the same. I have never experienced that kind of sadness. After all, I have never experienced anything. But what if I have experienced it? In fact, as long as we know that our parents who are far away from home love us, we love them even more. That's enough!

Therefore, no matter who you are, as long as you love your parents, this is the best reward for your parents.

This is the best love!

Chapter 3: Parting = Missing+Remembering+Cherishing

Parting is an eternal topic. Parting friends will make us cherish friendship more; Leaving our loved ones will make us stronger; Parting between teachers and students will make us cherish everything more.

Parting is a memory. In May, four intern teachers came to our school, two of whom were teaching our class. With the passage of time, we changed from unfamiliar to familiar, from teachers and students to friends, and from unwilling to intimate. Unconsciously, they quietly left for a month, but their friendship remained in each other's hearts. They brought a lot of knowledge, but they took away a lot of sadness, which was the sadness of the love between teachers and students, leaving only good memories of our getting along.

Parting is missing. The intern teachers all left at last. When they leave, our students are sad and helpless inside, but time is ruthless. From the moment they step out of school, it indicates that everything has been taken away by time. Although they are gone, their hearts are still there. No matter whether they go to the ends of the earth or the ends of the earth in the future, they will always be my teachers, and that relationship between teachers and students will be remembered forever.

Parting is cherishing. The departure of the intern teacher left us a lot of enlightenment: all good things must come to an end. That's true. When we meet, we must be apart. We should cherish what we have now and seize every minute of our lives. The past will become history. Reality is the most important thing. Cherish everyone around you, don't leave regrets, and enrich your life. Meeting is fate, destined to be grasped. We must: miss the past, cherish the present and look forward to the future!

Chapter four: the pain of parting

Before I could say a thousand words, my heart was in a mess. I left you at the station, and I waved goodbye. Please take care of me. However, when my ears remembered this song that touched my heartstrings, my heart trembled and cried. I really want to sincerely say to my cousin, "Cousin, have a safe trip!" "

That day, at the station, my cousin was carrying a heavy bag and looking at her relatives who sent her away. I think she must have a lot to say, but she didn't say it after all. With deep affection, nostalgia and excitement, she embarked on the road to study. She left silently and joined Kaili's student team.

When my cousin's train slowly moved forward, for an instant, how much I wanted to keep my cousin, how much I wanted to go back in time, and how much I wanted something to stop time and keep the train. Although I can't say too much for my cousin, I can only look at her and the direction of the train she is taking slowly, hoping to give her heartfelt wishes!

Since my cousin left, my heart has been restless for a long time and my mood has plummeted. Looking back on those happy days, I will feel the close friendship between people! Even sometimes I am so happy that I am jealous!

Recall past happiness. On happy days, whenever there is a starry night, my cousin and I will always have a candlelight night outing and express our opinions with them. Tell me about it. In this way, I spent every beautiful spring, summer, autumn and winter with her happily.

Since my cousin left, I feel that life seems to be less angry without her. I also feel the ruthlessness of nature, and my emotions will "drift with the flow", as if the happy days have disappeared without a trace or even "degenerated". Thinking about the distance from my cousin-I am at this end of the mountain and she is at the other end. It's like there is a sound barrier in the middle. You can't see her face or hear her voice. You can only see her "true face" from your imagination. Even so, I know very well: "Parting is a bridge between people and a witness of friendship between friends"!

Although parting will bring unnecessary psychological pain, it can make people understand: "As long as you cherish everything around you, you will cherish your precious time, and it will also give a severe blow and a loud alarm to some people who don't know how to cherish it"!

Chapter five: the taste of parting

Time, something that no one can change, is of course important, but sometimes I really hate him. It is he who makes people chase hard, and it is also he who brings people parting!

I really hate parting. This is bitter, sad and tearful. What should come will come, and what should go will go, and the commander of all this is time. People's life will inevitably face separation and combination. Everything is arranged by heaven, and they are doomed to meet sooner or later, and they are doomed to leave sooner or later. As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Some people say that if you have more experience, you will get used to it, and if you are separated, you will become numb. I think this sentence is wrong. Although I have experienced a lot, I will feel different every time. Although there are many times of separation, the object of separation will be different each time, and your feelings will be different. To tell the truth, I am not a girl who loves to cry, but every time I face parting, tears will always fall. I even thought that in order not to face parting, I want to wrap myself up, and there will never be parting in my own world, but that should be impossible.

Questions that have been thought for a long time will always have answers. We should face our parting bravely and challenge time bravely. Parting doesn't mean that we will lose it forever. A greeting from friends and an occasional chat after parting will make our hearts closely linked. Between lovers, after breaking up, a short message, an email, the hearts that once cherished each other will tremble gently; Between relatives, just a few minutes after leaving, even if thousands of miles apart, they will be warm to each other. ...

Parting may be another good beginning. Wouldn't it be better for us to put aside the sadness of parting and bless each other with a smile?

Chapter 6: Remember my late relative-my grandmother.

Grandma Chen, born on 1925, is the eldest of two sisters in the family. She is hardworking and thrifty, and has been busy for her children and grandchildren for most of her life. My grandmother is six years younger than my grandfather. At that time, because of the difficulties in grandpa's family, she lied about being three years old in order to stay! When my grandmother was young, she worked with her grandfather in the city to cultivate the land for a landlord and look after the orchard. The orchard is a few acres of hawthorn trees. Every autumn harvest is red, sour, sweet and delicious. After liberation, Fang went home and had her own field, and grandma began to support her family.

I once remember my father talking about grandma's deeds. During the Cultural Revolution, there was really nothing to eat at home. In order to keep the child alive, grandma risked being caught and went to the field to steal edamame in the middle of the night (that was a special time, and if caught, she might be killed). When she got home, she sewed it in a small bag and cooked it in a small pot (there was no pot at home then). Unfortunately, the patrolman saw the smoke here, and grandma put such a hot bag in her arms in order not to let others find out about her boiled edamame. Someone else took the pot away, but fortunately grandma's hidden edamame was not found. I sigh: in the face of maternal love, there is no danger, no hesitation, just grandma!

Grandma and grandpa used to live in front of grandpa four's homestead, and later moved to the northwest corner of the village (the second alley behind my house, if I remember correctly, it should be 1988). I remember when I was very young, I used a pressure well to draw water for my grandmother (my grandmother's pressure well was the most primitive at that time, and the outlet was large and square), and I poured it into the kitchen water tank every time, and so on (at that time, the water pumped by my grandmother's house had a lot of fine sediment, so the well might not be deep enough).

Grandma is very gentle and often praises me for being obedient and sensible. I remember once having an argument with my brother-in-law (the second son of grandpa four, one year younger than me) for some reason. He insisted on fighting me, but I didn't fight him and hid in the distance (not that I couldn't beat him, but that I couldn't beat him). Grandma often mentioned this matter, and I just have a little memory!

Grandma accidentally broke her right leg at home, and then asked the best doctor in the county to fix a steel plate in it, but she didn't take it out after the leg was healed. I remember when my grandmother was in hospital, I went to visit her with my father and grandparents. Grandma also gave me a banana to take home. Grandparents came to stay with my third grandfather in Huizhou for several years from to (at that time, it was sent by my fourth grandfather and my third uncle). When I was at home, I received a letter from my grandmother. They came to Huizhou and went to many places (climbed mountains with elevators, saw airplane models and banana trees everywhere, and so on). Grandma stopped eating bananas when she returned to her hometown. She said that she saw and ate a lot of bananas when she was in the south.

I have four years in junior high school, three years in senior high school and more than one year in technical school. I seldom visited my grandmother in the first seven years, especially in the third year of high school. Now that I think about it, I am ashamed. Why can't I visit grandma more often? When I was studying in a technical school, I went home almost every weekend and had time to visit my grandmother. During this period, my contact with my grandmother was also the most frequent. I visit my grandmother almost every weekend and listen to her talk about people and things in the past (for example, when the People's Liberation Army was liberated to us, they used to farm the land for the landlord, and my grandmother wanted to exchange him and the family in the east of the village for a daughter not long after my third grandfather was born).

I graduated from a technical school (in 2009 1 1 month, I actually left school before I officially graduated) and worked as an intern for three months. After the Spring Festival, I had to work in another county. But I don't want to go, but I really want to come to my third grandfather's place (Huizhou). I told my grandmother about it, hoping that when Grandpa Three came back for the New Year, he would let me go back with him. At that time, my grandmother said to me: most of our own people are here, and I will be relieved that you will have a care when you go! Later, for other reasons, I came to Huizhou on May 15 after the Spring Festival. Before I left, I went to see my grandmother on purpose. I told my grandma that I would definitely come back to see you this Spring Festival, but she did say: You will stay in Huizhou for two more years if you go first. Third Master asked you to come back, and you will come back this year, not next year. It never occurred to me that it was a pity that I didn't go home to pay a New Year call to my grandmother last year.

I have been in Huizhou for eight months a year, during which I contacted more than at home and asked my grandmother about her health. According to my father, grandma's health has been getting weaker and weaker since the Spring Festival. On the eve of National Day, I fell out of bed and my life was dying! After I learned that, I went back to my hometown urgently, and Third Grandma came back a day late. When I saw my great-grandmother, I felt very sad, which was very different from when I first came to Huizhou. Fortunately, grandma remembered us, smiled, called our names and shook hands with us. After staying at home for a week, I came back with my third grandmother, although she looked much better under her care than when we left.

I really want to go home and pay a New Year call to my grandmother this Spring Festival, but unexpectedly, my grandmother is critically ill again! Grandpa hurried home, and we also returned one after another. Grandma finally died on February 22nd (winter solstice) 1 20 1 1 at the age of 86. Great-grandchildren have three regrets: first, they can't worship you for the last year, second, they can't listen to you talk about our family, and third, they can't let you meet our fifth-generation descendants.

Grandma has been working hard for her family all her life. She is a good wife and mother, and a kind old man. I will never forget my grandmother's body. I will never forget my grandmother's teaching. Grandma, your great-grandson mourns you with a deep heart! May you bless your descendants in the spirit of heaven!

Article 7: at the age of 16, I am relatively calm.

Sixteen years later, if you are unconscious, you will be more calm.

16 years has already flown, and now I am more calm unconsciously. Looking back, I sighed: once upon a time, I was still sad for the abuse of others, and once upon a time, I was still crying for a small failure. the past ...

Too many days have passed, but now these regrets no longer touch my heart, leaving only that regret and calmness.

A long life is like a chess game. With a sigh, you will be calmer.

As the saying goes, life is like a chess game. Yes, at the age of sixteen, I am calmer and more sober. I never thought that a storm would be as beautiful as a rainbow. I never thought that failure is also a kind of enjoyment of life. Facing everything in life more calmly and calmly, the same scenery, sometimes different artistic conception, the same bitterness, sometimes it is a kind of enjoyment?

Sad silently for other relatives, a person sad, more calm.

Wang Wei sent Yuaner with the feeling of "advising you to pay more attention to a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason". Wang Lun sent Li Bai, sending out the friendship that "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, so it is better for Wang Lun to send me love". In my opinion, the sadness in ancient poems is different. Like me, they are very calm when they leave their loved ones. Although sad, but more calm.

Therefore, leaving like this has given me more calm, and all my worries are to prepare for the future reunion in advance.

Loneliness and regret, the past has passed. Live more calmly in the past and present.

Everything that was once can't be repeated. Nowadays, things have changed a lot. In the face of this change in the world, my heart is more calm. My former best friend is gone, so what's the harm? See you another day. You'll be caring and attentive. What's the harm if my hometown has changed in the past? In retrospect, I once had one.

Life is in a hurry, and it has been sixteen years. Things are different, and the heart is more calm.

Chapter 8: Goodbye, dear friends.

Son, how can I not see you off? During the time when you were leaving, you helped me draw water and cut wood ... Seeing all this, my heart was extremely warm. Don't worry, I'm still strong! Are you afraid I can't support it? No, it won't. In the past eight years, you have braved gunfire and smoke on the battlefield and defeated one enemy after another ... I am very satisfied. Do you remember? The supply was difficult, and you fought with the enemy on the ground for three days and nights with an empty stomach. It pains me to see you like this. In desperation, I rushed to the position with the women in the village to send you cakes. Although I fainted on my way back, what is your sacrifice in the past eight years? Child, remember me well, you will always be my child!

Uncle, can I stop crying? You are my family! My mother died trying to save the scout king. But her death was worth it. She died for her home. My mother is glorious! You helped me rebuild my homeland, and you saved the lives of the Korean people. Although we are not relatives, we are better than relatives! Uncle, can you come back? How reluctant I am!

Brother, how can I get back? Although the mountain road is rugged and the road is long, it has nothing to do with your blood and life over the years. Don't say I'm on crutches, I'll come even if I'm in a wheelchair. You fought bloody battles, sacrificed blood and starved in this land ... how can you forget this friendship that is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea?

Goodbye, dear people! Goodbye, selfless soldiers!

Train, please drive slowly, but let's stay with the brave soldiers for a while!

Goodbye, dear people! Our hearts will always be with you.

Chapter 9: It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. I write to my relatives who have loved me for 9 years.

Outside the window, through the Chu Xiao, Rizhao West Bridge is shaking. I miss your skirt swaying slightly in the wind.

Woodcarving is golden, and the years are rippling. Because I will live well because of you.

I don't know why the funeral music is so sad, and the melancholy voice collides with the rough heart. It seems that I don't know why she left. Parting is just around the corner, but the lost warmth seems to have happened yesterday.

It is raining. I can't tell whether it is raining or my aching heart is raining.

It used to be like this, drizzle, tick, tick. Pedestrians on the road hurried by with their heads down. Who can care so much about acquaintances or strangers?

Bang, and then it caught fire. What was burned was tin foil, as if the man who had been buried in his heart for a long time had come out of the ignited flame. How can you forget a smile?

A slightly sad male voice in the earphone sings lightly.

"It's sunny and rainy, fold the chrysanthemum to whom. Gently sing your favorite song ... "

I am ashamed to say that I don't know what songs she likes to listen to best, and I don't know what brands she likes to use best. It doesn't seem to be a famous brand. In my impression, she always sits lovingly in a bamboo chair, knitting wool one by one, knitting clothes and shoes one by one ... that's her clothes, my clothes, her shoes, my shoes, and her daughter who is still at school. So far, I still have the shoes that she knitted by herself, and I dare not put them casually. Her love for me and my love for her are all pinned in those shoes.

Finger belly across the elaborate wooden pillars, looking back, she was shocked to find that she was gone. The lake rippled, and how many memories were left in the quiet of that year. Turn around, leaving vacant lots and tombstones.

Tears split two lines for the last time.

In the seventh year, I have blurred your outline, but I can't blur that affection.

To the relatives who have loved me for 9 years since I was born and left me for 7 years or more.

Article 10: Leave an idea.

The sky is still so blue, the sun is still so warm and bright, the wind is still so clear and comfortable, but the mood is that blue, that melancholy color. Parting always makes people feel sad, sad and melancholy. There is a feeling of watching catkins flying. Inadvertently, your heart will be filled with light or deep sadness. He left, embarked on the road of joining the army, ran for his own future, and walked out from among us. When saying goodbye to him, everyone hugs him or shakes hands with him and says goodbye. I didn't see the tears shining in the sun, just because I knew that everyone was speechless, holding back their sadness and not letting tear drops and tears show in front of him. Everyone's mood is very heavy, like lead, and his heart seems to slow down. The time to lie down, like a big stone, gradually presses on his chest, feeling heavier and heavier. At first, I feel bored, and then I feel uncomfortable until I can't breathe. I can't breathe. The air seems to be stagnant, staying in the sky, no longer flowing, looking heavy and breathing is not smooth. The sky is blue and disheartened. The gray mood seems to feel that the sky is no longer blue. When we parted, we "watched and walked away." Until the car is far away and out of sight. At last, everyone trudged back.

As we all know, all good things must come to an end. Moreover, there is a poem that says "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." To put it bluntly, where will people go when they have you?

Everyone can't walk into this circle, and everyone is spinning in this circle. When I think of this place, I always feel vaguely sad and uncomfortable, like a thorn poking my heart, like a stone hitting my heart, more like something pumping the air away, suffocating and endless emptiness. Family, friendship, love, everyone wants to have it, so do I, I don't want to, I don't want anyone to leave my side, because I'm afraid of losing it, losing it all. When I was a child, I would wake up and cry when I dreamed of the departure of my loved ones. Therefore, I don't like parting, whether it is short or long. I always feel lonely when I walk alone. Lonely, lonely, cold, cold, crazy attack. I don't like loneliness, so I cherish love and friendship very much. Family, blood is thicker than water; Friendship is as hot as a raging fire. Water and fire are both indispensable things in life. Family, friendship, too. Love is a lifetime thing, a journey from acquaintance, to falling in love, to knowing each other, and finally never giving up. Love, like what, like water, like fire, like air related to human breathing. Love is love, and nothing can replace it. Love is a prudent choice, so I don't care about love. Husband and wife always go first when they are old, and those who stay will suffer more grief and pain. Loneliness, loneliness, and emptiness can be described as "guarding the cold window and being lonely." I don't want to leave, I don't like to leave, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of being alone. Life, can't, joys and sorrows, where will you go?