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and then the million flowers a little green in a walk, in the heart, a clear will — I turned into the wind……Thaw them……Enjoy the beauty of heaven, let me drunk, greed to visions do not wake up, day, not to be inappropriate, only need warm, cool company, bring me the heaven and earth to do, only do not travel as far as, little miss, left some fantasy — the next in the dream.With eyes closed, static, static, remains static, the sublimation of the soul, the soul of the quiet, lost flat disturbed, no entanglement of worry, this moment, I once again changed, melt……Reluctant to leave, just say only that miss, do not see out, because the next meet — more familiar.The wind!Warm!Jinghu willow, grass, leisure, azalea heap!– I go.Meet meet next time, do not miss, because it is very close, natural meeting, at heart, a goods, in goods value, a cup of tea in the tea, is we hold beautiful memories, don’t.Save the adolescents should give priority to the education, supplemented by punishment Save the adolescents should give priority to the education, supplemented by punishment for a great man said: “young people are at eight or nine in the morning too, hope in you.”In today’s society, but someone is trying to “,” the education of youth in this garden, seedlings were destroyed and trampling.Early today, one of my friends came to my statement, said her children this year.Yesterday, she went to school looking for a teacher to understand their children at school and her English teacher talking, but by another unnamed teacher be rather baffling rebuke, and claimed that: “the parents, your children are met a teacher, he has the patience, if for me, I would have thrown him out of the
way.”He put the smoke, good again! She said: “if that’s the case, the child will continue to learnThis is not her child to the wall push”She felt be indignant!Once she went to her teacher, and teacher’s talk, was the teacher’s words make impertinent remarks.This time, she was unbearable!The mother is very straight, she call a spade a spade to tell the teacher said: “in the past, due to their lack of discipline, children with nets and occasionally smoking habits.But the children are known to repent, are gradually get rid of the bad habits, there must be a process.A child’s class teacher has to the child is very hopeful, said his mind, as long as you work hard, next year will enter the university.Besides children’s foundation is not too bad, even if a university, science technology, a senior technician.The school, is a place of education, is to train the next generation of the tree in the fertile soil.As a “teacher”, the divine name, your morals in whereEvery bean has its black.Feel for others, with others temporarily, and a son killed, into the abyss, this is a “teacher”, a servant of the people have done and can doMoreover, he was a student, was a child, he did not enter the society!We ought to give him (her) chance, nip in the bud, but not good for “forced prostitution”.Adolescence is hazy period, good guide will change his life.Phase, will ruin his life.Maybe, he will be a scientist, a scholar, a professor, an engineer……He will make contributions to the society.In a person’s life, from the enlightenment to complete work, occupy the 1/3 of life time.We went to school the first day; from the first sound: “stand out!”The teacher said: “sit down!”From the first; shouted out: “good teacher!”The teacher
said: “students well!”.In our young hearts, put the teacher as their idols.As a teacher, we should first of all physical line.If your mind is not adjusted, how to educate the next generation, a good education for their children; for one student, we should first learn to behave, followed by the university.If not only, also be people.One can become the master of his trade provided he is diligent and tries hard. One may distinguish himself in any trade.It takes ten years to grow trees but a hundred years to rear people.For lotus seed Insects are low, touch the broken cocoon of summer silence.Whose voice worried and sensitive, moving heartstringsI find it a symbol of happiness in the air, the North star.Going around in circles, three five years back and forth, just can make groundless accusations of hesitation.This network of chaos, who and who keyboard in Da Siyu, touches the lives of unfinished stringWho text, emitting that mercy sighA piece of falling trees, turning in the autumn wind, can your heart ripples.The ripples, constantly savings boiling, turn to the dark.I am a maze of partial scapholunate, like a butterfly, jump into your heart calm lake, but the surging billows.Then, in a situation here, magic for the fierce wind, two no longer calm mind, start a happy travel.Haze of chaos in the memory fades, without a trace, the summer light burst out of the fire.You like a delicate butterfly, take you to appreciate the fallen petals lie in profusion.; to guard you every time the force transformation.You put up a blue sky, in the sky as the rise and dance in a happy mood.By this time, I will also butterfly, and you jump a dream waltz, the moving song.I think, to write a poem, write down
the happy moments.
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