Miss the teacher's composition 400 words! ! ! ! !

I took the key out of the glass bottle, and the handle of the key shone silver in the soft light. I carefully inserted the key into the lock hole of the drawer. "Cut!" The lock was unlocked-I gently took out a photo of a smiling woman in her late fifties. She is my first teacher, Miss Fu. In my young and innocent heart, Fu is as kind as my mother. Looking at this photo, my thoughts welled up like a spring.

It was a rainy day. It was sunny in the morning, and suddenly it began to rain in the afternoon. After school, we waited in line for our parents to pick us up. Students were picked up one by one. I stood helplessly under the eaves, watching a string of rain beads fall. How I wish the rain would stop soon! Suddenly, feeling a little warm, I looked up and saw Mr. Fu standing behind me with an umbrella and a smile.

In the misty rain and fog, a red umbrella and bursts of laughter drifted away ... this is the warmest scene in my memory.

Another time, I climbed onto the parallel bars to play without the teacher's permission. I accidentally fell and broke my head. I was afraid and regretted not telling the teacher. I don't know how she knew. After class, she called me to the office and I stood timidly. Cover your head with your hands. The teacher asked me to take it off. I have to do this. The teacher was frightened when he saw it. He asked me how I got hurt in a harsh tone, and asked me if it hurt. The teacher quickly found out the gauze and cotton ball, and soon bandaged the wound. I dare not look into her eyes, as if I had committed a felony, waiting for her to be merciful. Unexpectedly, she just kindly told me to be careful next time.

Looking at the photos, I seem to go back to the past: the sun is setting, the teacher is holding my hand for a walk on the playground, several rows of old classrooms, and several tall poplars are rustling in the wind ... Ah, I seem to be back to that time! Now I have left that school, but this scene is still in sight. I will cherish it forever!

How to miss it

Yesterday, we will find a love that will never expire. Walking, we will find a stable home forever.

Miss, just like the creepers on the wall care about each other. However, the young lady is like an 80-year-old man sitting on a trembling bamboo chair, facing a large group of grandchildren, opening her wrinkled mouth and telling an old story. ...

-Make a fuss

I don't know how to miss the past. It's like being in a dark alley, covered with crazy moss. Nobody knows, nobody cares. If it was yesterday, she would definitely throw the shovel in her hand back to the ground and sit on the wet blue ground, smelling of corruption. Started staring at a big piece of rotten things.

Yesterday, Wei was a man who didn't know how to miss the past. I was at a loss when everyone else was chasing me. I don't know if she is afraid to open those painful scars again, so she picked up a handful of salt and rubbed it hard on it.

The dull life has been devouring the mind full of fantasy, leaving only emptiness.

"Come on, where are you going?" Wei walked beside me silently yesterday, looking at the distance with empty eyes.

"Anywhere will do." Helpless and naughty answer her.

"So ... can you take me?" Wei suddenly stopped yesterday and looked at me with the most serious eyes I have ever seen.

I don't know if that moment was dazzling. I seem to see tears in my eyes yesterday, but the iris is blocking their free flow.

"Only ..."

Actually, Wei, I hate to take you away. You know, in my heart, you will always be a fragile child. You can't follow me to face those cruel and realistic things.

"Go, he's gone."

"Left you?"

"Um ... for a walk, why did I meet him? Why do I like him desperately? "

"Because God didn't give us the right to choose. Our right to love is very thin, and they have much more right to be loved than we do. So they can choose to leave at any time. "

Wei explained everything simply and clearly.

I'm not used to comforting people, and I'm not used to hiding my opinions.

However, someone once told me that what I say is sometimes like cutting a bite in someone's heart with a knife. Besides hysteria.

Yesterday, Wei also said that I would make people feel real and not hypocritical.

"So, go for a walk. Where is he?" I don't know when my hand covered mine yesterday. Her palms are cold, just like mine. Actually, Wei and I both had the same wound yesterday.

"well. Like I just said. Our love is a bet. To them, it's worthless. And we can only accept it. " Force yourself to ignore, not recall. That time, I lost. Completely lost.

"Go for a walk, I miss him."

"well. We just missed, not missed. "

"Will we be together until we die?"

"yes. I'll take you anywhere. Then let you hide behind me, all the wind and rain, just walk and bear. "

"go for a walk ... actually, I really don't like being strong."

"well. Because only you like being taken care of and cared for, right? Walking will be like this. "

"well. Go for a walk, if only you were not a girl. I will definitely marry you. "

"If I were a man, I would marry you, my only one."

Let's just snuggle up and give each other warmth.

Love each other.

Yesterday, we will find a love that will never expire.

Walking, we will find a stable home forever.

Composition: Miss

Some people say that when you start to recall the past, you get old. Although I am not getting old now, I will always have childhood scenes in my mind, and then I will move the surrounding scenery back to that time.

When I went out in the morning, I saw an old resident moving on the first floor. For some reason, I felt a dull pain in my heart. What a busy building it used to be. The kind grandmother on the first floor died a few years ago. I still remember that every time I saw her, she always gave me a loving smile. Now the house where she lives has been changed several times and turned into a warehouse for mala Tang people.

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On the second floor, there lived a doctor's aunt. She always helped her grandmother to see if she was sick and had an injection. She had a beautiful daughter, who was in middle school at that time and studied very well. I always go to her house to play, perhaps because of that beautiful sister, or because of that lovely cat.

Our floor hasn't changed much. Only our neighbor's grandparents live with their children now and come back a few times occasionally. The little girl named Doudou on the fourth floor was very cute and naive when she was a child, and now she has moved away. Later, I went to the same middle school with her, but when I saw her again, the old feelings had already disappeared. Too fashionable dress makes her look like a student of the same age. In a literary performance, I was very uncomfortable to see her dancing happily on the stage. That timid little girl has long since disappeared.

The "bad" brother on the fifth floor heard that he went abroad to work a few years ago. When he was a child, he once went to the fifth floor to find a partner to play with. He sat on the stairs with several older children, holding a longicorn beetle in his hand to scare me, thinking that I would run away or be scared to cry. Unexpectedly, I looked at the claws of the longicorn beetle and walked past him without being scared away. In fact, I was scared at that time, but I don't know where I got the courage.

Of the 19 households in the building, only 9 are former owners, and the rest have long been abandoned for various reasons.

There is also a big yard in front of the building, where several big locust trees are planted. Children always catch longicorn to play under the tree and jump up to pick Sophora japonica flowers to eat. Every night, the yard is full of excitement, and groups of children are running and screaming, so happy. Those old scenes have long since disappeared. The children lost their place to play, the trees disappeared, the longicorn disappeared and there was no laughter. There are only a dozen luxury cars parked in the yard.

Time has quietly confirmed the fact that what we once had is now gone. Chi Li wrote a very philosophical text: "people are getting bigger and bigger, and their hearts are getting smaller and smaller;" The head is getting bigger and bigger, and the dream is getting smaller and smaller; More and more smiles, less and less innocence; The world is getting bigger and bigger, and the ego is getting smaller and smaller ... "For me, the age is getting older and the past is getting less and less; Memories are getting deeper and deeper, and reality is getting more and more ethereal. When everything becomes a memory, life is as simple as thin.

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