Occasionally, when I was sorting things out, I turned to those photos and a program. That's right, it was left by the special performance two months ago. Seeing there, I remembered the story of the past year again.
A year ago, as a strong man, I was dragged into the men's dance company by the school, where I met the seniors in Grade Two and the new teachers. My club trip officially started at this moment.
A few months passed, and my friends became more and more. More and more brothers met again and again, which made me feel more cordial. A year has passed in a blink of an eye, and we have experienced hard training, and at the same time we have gained the praise of the audience during the performance and the honor won by the competition.
It's finally time for a special performance. With the beginning of Heart, the whole performance began. On the stage, all the actions are done in one go. The students dressed in formal clothes presented a grand visual feast for the audience. At this time, the familiar red color attracted the audience's attention. Yes, this is our dance "Red Hero". The whole set of movements is more chic and heroic under the same interpretation of our brother 19. We touched the hearts of the audience with rich expressions and standard movements, and we also knew that this would be our last cooperation.
Two days later, the league members and teachers will get together, and they will graduate from this moment on the day of entering the third grade. I feel that time flies, and my brother who has known me for a year will leave at this moment. We pour out full words, and our hearts are mixed with disappointment. The teacher sent the program of the performance as a souvenir and warned us that we must study hard. The encounter with the men's dance troupe was full of excitement, excitement and disappointment. That encounter was the most beautiful one.
So far, we have been apart for two months. We met new league members again, and we still followed the teacher and stuck to our posts. There are records set by us and our brothers, and there are also foundations laid by our predecessors. At this moment, as the eldest brother, we will lead the new league members to progress and glory. I believe that in the future, our meeting will also become the most beautiful meeting.
The most beautiful conference composition (2);
She bent down slightly and knocked on the door from classroom to classroom.
Everyone knows her, the grandmother who collects used books. On the last weekend of every month, she will leave the teaching building on time, and the school allows her to come to the school on this day to recycle magazines and newspapers discarded by everyone. She is in her sixties, with gray hair and speaks authentic Rugao dialect. Every time she comes, she will carry a cloth bag with old books in one hand and a small scale in the other.
Students subscribe to various newspapers and magazines and usually borrow them from each other. After reading them, they sorted them and put them neatly in the cupboard under the podium, waiting for her to buy them at the end of the month.
Newspapers and magazines were originally mixed and sold to grandma, but every time grandma came to buy them, she always tied up the old magazines and newspapers separately. We told her that the prices of books and newspapers are not much different, and there is no need to divide them so finely. She just gave us a simple and honest smile and didn't answer. After a few times, we sorted out newspapers and old books ourselves, not letting her bow, and sorted them bit by bit. It is really difficult for old people to recycle old newspapers.
A few weeks later, the school organized the third grade to join the club activities. Everyone is very excited, carrying a bag full of snacks on the road, just like a spring outing, not like visiting left-behind children in the community!
After a period of car bumps, I finally arrived This is a small village far from the town, and it is not rich. The community was transformed from an abandoned primary school, and a wooden shelf in a classroom was filled with books, which was the place where left-behind children in the village studied. The sun shines softly through the window, and all kinds of books and magazines are neatly placed on the shelves, classified by name. I casually took down a copy of Youth Digest, and my hand stopped when I was about to open the front page: Class 9 (1) was impressively written on the cover, which was the name of my deskmate. I remember, this book was given by him when grandma came to buy it a few times ago. Look again, the book of self is also there. The students seem to find that they are no longer in a hurry to read, but look at each other.
Strangely enough, an old man shouted from outside: There are old books in Chen chen again. What a familiar voice. Everyone ran out in unison. It's an old grandmother who collects old books! I met her there: gray hair and faded plaid shirt. She smiled and watched the village party secretary take bundles of books from her tricycle. At this time, several left-behind children also rushed forward to surround her grandmother and grandmother and kept screaming. Through her cheerful smile and piles of books, the mystery in my heart was solved. Looking at the joy of those left-behind children reading newspapers and magazines, I suddenly feel that grandma is so beautiful at the moment.
There is not a cloud in the sky, the sun is soft and warm, and the flowers in the newly-built flower bed in the yard smile charmingly. The sweat on grandma's forehead dripped down her cheeks. Her simple clothes, gray hair and cheerful appearance standing in the sun are as beautiful as flowers. At this moment, I feel a sense of being respected.
You are the most beautiful I met at this moment!
The most beautiful conference composition (3);
There are thousands of kinds in the world. An indissoluble bond, or an accidental encounter. I met you, from strange to familiar. In my opinion, this is not a coincidence, but a doomed arrangement between heaven and earth.
I approached the blue sign-in booth carefully. At that time, I was alone and a little timid. But when I saw your beautiful and sincere smile, it actually eliminated my anxiety. In your manners, I saw your extraordinary demeanor, which made me feel at ease.
After school, every Chinese class you attend is a kind of infiltration and nourishment of the soul, as if spring water had irrigated my heart; And every conversation between you and me in the office is not a life-saving education, but a unique view of life, which clears the clouds for our confused eyes. This unique enjoyment makes my heart warm; Or the guide of our study, like a bright light, illuminates our way forward and makes me no longer confused. In these processes, you show your inner patience, erudition and sensibility. We all like you very much, because you teach well, are easy-going and have a sincere love for students. These meticulous love will eventually become the driving force for our growth, allowing us to fly higher and go further.
In a blink of an eye, you walked with us for more than a year. There is laughter, hardship and pain, and at the same time, I see all kinds of advantages and valuable qualities in you. You are extremely strict about your work and have no negligence in your work. You taught us honesty and patriotism. We all keep your words in mind and practice them in our study and life. And your principle of doing things, we also keep in mind, study hard, let yourself change and become better.
It was a magical encounter, which made the seeds buried in my heart sprout quietly. With your careful watering, it will surely grow a deep foundation and eventually thrive.
My meeting with you will definitely make me grow faster; Because I met, I learned to cherish and care. Meeting you is my greatest luck.