I've been busy these days. I didn't even have a rest on weekends. Because my first teacher came to Beijing, I always accompanied my respected teacher around Beijing. I went to many places and had a good time. However, when I calmed down at night, I was grateful for the teacher's hard work and education. I could become a singer and turn on the computer, But I saw an article written by a netizen on the Internet, which was specially recorded to express my great thanks to the teacher.
September Song
In the evening sky, the light of the afterglow is soft and falls around because of nostalgia. I haven't watched and remembered like this for a long time & hellip& hellip;
How long has it been? I can't remember the date of the last rain. Rain is the passer-by of the day. Rain is the ups and downs that people have experienced. The cool rain wet our eyes and dropped on the fallen leaves. These fallen leaves were once beautiful and quietly accompanied us through a complete summer. When the leaves turn yellow one by one, they will fall one by one, with mixed ups and downs. With the rise and fall of nature, they will fly like butterflies with fine time. The thick soil of autumn is beautiful without leaves!
The sound of autumn is in the tree and the moon is in the sky.
In humility and quiet, turn over the old things one by one. However, if you can find the Pufan, you can't find the firefly; I can find Dogtail grass, but I can't find whispers and songs. The river in September is still used to silence & hellip& hellip;
A September 10th, a spiritual feast.
A September 11th, a memory of life.
Year after year, this passed, the days flowed away day by day, and no one met anyone again. On September 10th, according to the number I tried hard to get, I sent a message to wish the junior middle school old head teacher I hadn't seen in five years a happy holiday. The teacher remembered me, asked me about my recent situation, cheered for me, and told me that if I had time to welcome me back to 'home', I wish me happiness forever. Indeed, I have lived in my alma mater for three years. That is my home. After receiving the reply, the memory precipitated in time, and I also forgot the time. How many times, when he is not healthy, he gives us sick classes and self-study; How many times do we go to bed after reading the dormitory at night, and sit in the classroom the next morning waiting for us to read early; How many times did he let us take a lunch break in the classroom and queue up to recharge our meal card & hellip& hellip; Many, many days, our sensitive hearts are carefully remembered. There are also words of encouragement and blessing from high school teachers and university teachers. Teaching is like the spring breeze, and teachers' kindness is like the sea. I was immersed in the infinite life, with life, inspiration and tears. I said deeply, 'the teacher's kindness is unforgettable, and the students will remember it!'
Playing the piano in the wind, the moon shadow on the river, the moon has risen from the horizon, enveloping a perfect heaven and earth. Last year, today, on the road of thousands of miles, I haven't taken a step yet. There are tears in my parents' eyes. The source of this rolling, day and night love, without a trace, but all inclusive. This unlimited love, accompany me to take the first step at a new starting point, and accompany me step by step. On September 11 this year, I took out time for myself and counted silently. More than 7000 days have slipped away from me. My days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. But the road of life is less flat and more rugged. Along the way, I have cherished the laughter and tears I have gained. Seeing new faces, I couldn't help sighing: I've grown up! Inexplicably want to cry. Yes, the hardships and happiness in life make people cry!
In the gallop of life, suddenly looking back, all the past events turned into a warm current in an instant. Let these memories, ideals and courage ignite a new journey.
My desire to wander all day returns to my heart, like the whisper of the sea in the atmosphere of a quiet night. Body taste, which is between blooming and withering; Shuttle, the distance between finite and infinite; Release, which is between depression and excitement & hellip& hellip;
A solitary lamp, boundless night; A cup of warm tea, endless gratitude.
Outside the window, autumn is passing, which is a season of gratitude.