In her memory

In her memory, she is venting dissatisfaction and sharing happiness; her in memory is accompanying me for seven years of day and night; in memory, she is so far away, but so intoxicating. She is the composition.

Ancient and modern Chinese and foreign people describe her in beautiful language; praise the land with lyrical words; interpret her with ordinary methods, and the teacher asks us to treat her with ordinary eyes.

When I was young, the language took 100 points for the first time because the composition was well written. I was sorry at the time, thank you, hello—and other words. Make a sentence composition. I wrote "I'm sorry - I stepped on my mother's flower today. I said sorry to my mother. Thank you. - Xiaohong sent me an eraser today. I said thank you to her..." The teacher praised me for writing well. Although the front was wrong, the teacher gave me an exception of 100 points. So she is my pistachio in memory.

After growing up, the teacher told me to write the text. Although I wrote it, but the teacher did not encourage me, I began to be depressed. I felt that the composition was a big bad guy. The teacher asked me to write, and I was willing to cope. The teacher saw it and told me "I was very disappointed with you." Later, I was still indifferent. Until the end, the teacher had to leave, and I suddenly became sad. I left my last memories with my long-lost brain. Therefore, her in memory is beautiful.

Up to now, I grew up and began to feel that I was right when I was a child. I started to love writing. Because I usually have limited ink, I can’t write any good works. I can only use my brain and make up my mind. But the teacher believes me, every time I write. They are all 40 points or more, so she is sweet in her memory.

I began to think about the essays of my childhood, because a "letter to the cousin" won the second prize, because a "teacher please look at us" was written by a lot of teachers, and the number of awards was not too many. But "there are people who have enough music in the middle, I don't know..."

Because I grew up in encouragement and trust, my "her" has long thought it can be, but from other essays, some people have failed because of their arrogance, "she" is guilty and feels that she still Not very successful, so I can continue to immerse myself in my happiness.

"She" will be my life's partner, I will let her accompany me to keep moving forward, find happiness in the composition, and grow freely in happiness.

The third year of Leping Second Middle School in Xiyang County, Shanxi Province