Love

The spring wind is warm and sweet. I couldn't help but stop the pen when I was writing my homework. Suddenly, I opened the window and closed my eyes, just to enjoy the warmth of nature like a mother.

The wind licked my cheeks like silk, itchy, soft, and the wind disrupted my hair like a kindness, and I heard my mother gently groan. No, not only the mother, but also a more special louder, more intense - the teacher's jealousy. I remembered "Touching China" that I just saw last night, and a tear dampened the hot cheeks. With the wind and pain, the tears evaporate, letting the tears float in the air, but it is held all the time, calming: "Children, don't cry..."

Why is this so familiar? Yesterday, her awards appeared to be vivid, and the words were in the heart: "Don't cry, child, that is the most beautiful lesson in your life. Your teacher, she lost her legs, but she put wings on her own; she is big There are not many of you, but we have learned a lot. We all say that there is no rehearsal in life, but even if we face that moment, this is her constant choice."

Who can have such a great mind? At the moment, the roar of the car is ringing, and the students’ grief is still coming out. Her firm figure will push the students away. A strong and kind smile like a spring breeze once again came to my mind. I remembered her language that allowed the hearts of the world to bloom. "This is my instinct. I am almost 30 years old and have spent 30 years with my parents. Those children are still young and they are happy." Life has just begun."

"Which teacher is not a spring breeze? What a teacher brought to the students is not the warmth of time, the rain and the sun. They gently and gently scatter, but they leave us with the spring flowers!"

Standing on the sacred podium, they bloom with the radiance of motherhood and the rigor of their father. What they bring is not only the esoteric knowledge. More, it is self-evident teacher and student love. Who knows, behind the three-footed teaching platform is a kind of hard work and unspeakable sweat.

I opened my throat and took a deep breath of oxygen in the spring. I smelled the love! Good and beautiful spring day! The hymn of love and writing, in the wind of youth, seems so warm and heart-warming.

Her beauty and love can flow like a stream, and her courage and determination can also erupt like a thunder. This spring, he let the flower of life bloom, infinite fragrance! My tears blurred the eyes of the sly, and the spring breeze cares for me all the time, nourishing me, glaring at me.

At that moment, my world spring blossoms.

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