We walked together.

15 years old. Looking back at the steps along the way, I found my perseverance. -Inscription

Time has passed, and gradually, knowledge has been with me for more than ten years.

"knowledge" is like: the sea, the grassland … as far as the eye can see, it always brings us a mysterious feeling, which allows us to discover the fun with our own curiosity, and at the same time get a little satisfaction from it. Knowledge is endless. In fact, everyone can get into the world of knowledge, and this door will always be open to anyone, but you must have the qualities of "hard work", "diligence" and "facing difficulties" If you don't have these qualities and don't work hard the day after tomorrow, it will be difficult for you to learn knowledge well, let alone learn it thoroughly.

If you want to learn knowledge well, you must follow the footsteps of knowledge step by step. It will lead you into a magical world, a colorful world. But then again, you must follow the footsteps of knowledge, "one step can't keep up, one step can't keep up." I am accompanied by knowledge, and knowledge is accompanied by me. I follow knowledge step by step and walk down-to-earth in no hurry. It was my mother who sent me to kindergarten, which made me take the first step towards knowledge, and then it was knowledge, which led me to primary school and then to junior high school. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I will enter high school again. Before I come to get it in high school, I want to strengthen my three general qualities again, so that I can make further progress in my study. Now I have walked with knowledge for 12 years, and after that, I will walk a longer way with knowledge.

Looking back at the road I have traveled with knowledge, I will continue to walk, although the road is difficult and bumpy. I'm glad I chose this road. We walked through 2

fathers together. During the 14 years when our daughter was growing up, thank you for your company.

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Father, do you know? Legend has it that the daughter is the lover of her father's previous life. When I knew this statement, my heart suddenly warmed up. I think, if we were lovers in previous lives, our love would be vigorous, but the final outcome would be peaceful and peaceful. Meet and drink Meng po soup, and then walk on the wooden bridge without any attachments, and come to this life. In this life, I have become your beloved daughter, and you are my most beloved father!

I am young, quiet and sensible, but also carefree. You can sit at the table and gulp down my favorite jiaozi wrapped by you and your mother, sit on the sofa with my favorite little cloth rabbit and watch TV with you, or lie between you and your mother and fall asleep sweetly. Your warm and generous hand led me through the streets, just for a box of my favorite candy, and your strong shoulder became my cushion, just because I could see the makeup of the opera. The days are fading away in this happiness.

I have matured a lot since I went to primary school, because your divorce from your mother really made me grow a lot. I still remember that summer night, you just had a quarrel with your grandmother, and your anger was so hard to dissipate that you slammed out the door. I put on my shoes and went with you when I was young. On the grass full of moonlight and cicadas, you said you had nothing left, but I firmly told you that you still have me and this warm home. You hold me tight with excitement. That night, a pair of big hands took a pair of small hands and walked slowly home.

When I entered middle school, I also entered a rebellious period. I hate your comments on my mother, your preaching to me, and even your concern for me. Everything has changed in my eyes. You are no longer kind, but pedantic. Your home is no longer warm, only cold and cheerless, and the world is no longer so beautiful. We often quarrel over a little thing, and you will hit me for it, but after the incident, none of us will apologize to each other. In this way, I began to resent you, my mother and the world. I even learned to run away from home and give up on myself.

However, at the beginning of the third year of junior high school, I found that you have changed again. You are willing to listen to my thoughts. You don't argue with me anymore. You will call me to ask if you have finished your homework after sending me a text message every day. Your tone is no longer so hard, but becomes harmonious. You have become my most beloved father again! Thank you for the changes you made for your daughter!

I still remember you saying that your favorite song "The Most Romantic Thing" is more like us. Yes, father, when you are old, I will snuggle up next to you and gently rock the chair for you, counting the bits and pieces that we have walked together. We walked through 3

together. During my growing years, there were laughter, happiness, sadness and crying. And I share all these joys and sorrows with you in my diary.

every day, we repeatedly walked through the roads together, and suddenly looking back, time has passed slowly.

Open the old diary in front of me, and lines of childish words are branded in my heart.

in the years we have passed, I have confided my secrets to you and shared my happiness with you.

but once, I lost you. I have never been lost in my heart. You must want to punish me for my carelessness, but I couldn't sleep all night.

pray silently in my heart that you don't break up with me, because I gave you a lock in my heart and my accumulated feelings and sincerity. The next day, I was surprised to find that you were hiding in a corner waiting for my apology. You forgave me.

I still feel guilty in retrospect.

But that destruction was deeply imprinted in my memory.

Because I had a quarrel with my classmates, the first thing I did when I got home was to tell you about it. When I confided in you, instead of comforting and defending me, you cruelly asked me to apologize. I can hardly suppress my anger and tear it from you, tearing it to pieces. Since then, you have left a dazzling scar on your body. At night, I recalled my impulse and felt very guilty. So I took out transparent glue to heal your wounds. I asked your forgiveness, and you forgave me again.

how much you have walked with me and accompanied me, but you ignored my rudeness to you.

I didn't wake up until now. We have traveled a lot together and experienced many things. That's why I gave you the most important lock in my heart, so that you can listen to my heart at any time, and then read the happiness we have experienced together.

So, in the passing time, we have the deepest memories. When we grow up, we will open the dusty past that we once remembered.

In the diary, the flowers of our sincere and pure friendship will also bloom with the time we have passed together. We walked through the schoolbag that accompanied me for six years in those 4

years. It must be very hard for you to grow up from childhood. The desk that I walked with in those years has changed from low to high. You must be scarred. The classmates who accompanied me for six years in those years, from ignorance to maturity, I really can't bear to part with you! -Inscription

Heart has a Qian Qian knot. It is a mess, which makes people feel sad, and it is like a maze. I always feel that I can't find an exit.

In those years, the game we played together-Qian Qian Knot. I think this game is like our life. When our 53 classmates and teachers form a circle hand in hand, I feel extremely warm, but this time is always short. We all have to let go of our hands, bid farewell to those six years, and start to go our separate ways and embark on our own path. Soon after, when we think of the good primary school days, we can't help but stop in a hurry and find each other's hands. Although we shuttle through the crowd, we are single-minded and don't let go, and we are looking for friends who have been separated for many years. I believe there will be a happy ending in the end.

I remember when I first started playing, I didn't want to hold hands with boys, but the teacher said, "What is pure in heart?" After thinking about it, I feel quite ashamed. Maybe this is also a knot in my heart. I will untie it today without leaving any regrets! It is said that the game can be successfully completed with unity and wisdom. I think this is bound to be important, but this is not the foundation. As the teacher said, just wipe the dust from your heart and face it with that sweet and pure heart, so that you and I can be more friendly. Unity and wisdom are the promotion of purity. As the saying goes, "A tree can't be a forest." Yes, if this collective unity, how wonderful, can make the environment more beautiful, green everywhere in the world ... < P > This is the last year of primary school, and the meaning of separation is getting heavier and heavier, so we can only shed tears on that yearbook. When I stand with my friends, I can't bear to part. I find that I hope I can stand forever, but I'm afraid I'll never get to the other side ... Looking at them, I ask myself, "Can we meet again?" But we can never touch each other's answers.

friends, please remember: we walked together in those years! We walked through 5

together. A friend is an oasis in the desert, a friend is a sunshine friend in the haze, and a leader helps you up when you are in danger.

In the fourth grade, I had an inseparable friend, Chen. We went to school together, laughed together, played together and lost together every day. Crying together is almost like two magnets are inseparable. Even after quarreling, they laugh it off, but often sincere friends often have setbacks and pains.

I remember that we had a terrible argument. But one summer morning, you called to say that you were going to play football. At that time, I immediately rushed over. I directly dribbled the ball on the playground and passed many people, but when I shot at the end, I missed. I came forward and said that Mr. Chen's skill was not good, so don't brag. Let me help you. At that time, you just smiled. After that, we cooperated and transported it through the crowd very easily, ready to shoot! I passed the ball to you, but you missed it. At that time, I was angry and anxious. I loudly said to you, how do you set it? How can you be so bad? You blushed and didn't know what to say. I saw your tears come out of your eyes and you went back to your home. Although I knew I had gone too far, I kept talking about this rubbish. Just go, no one left him!

I was absent-minded when I played football. Until I got home, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I picked up my mobile phone and called you. The phone was connected, but I didn't pick up a deep voice. I know it's a big blow to you, so I'll calm down and say I'm sorry. Let's make up. I don't know what happened. Hello is a message of rejuvenation. Tell me, just wait for your words. After that time, our friendship returned to its original state.

what happened later? When you transferred to another school, I couldn't stand the result. I often locked myself in my room alone and cried bitterly. Pillow towels and sheets were often wet. I often dreamed about you, but my dreams were often unsatisfactory. My dreams were always false. How I wish you could come back to see me, just once.

There are many stars. How many stars can't get together? How many memories washed away by tears? We walked together that year. We walked through 6

together, accompanied me through 15 spring, summer, autumn and winter, and brought me hundreds of joys and sorrows. Time flies, what remains unchanged is our promise; Years have changed, and you and I are hand in hand all the way. These beautiful days, we walked together ... you-the big jujube tree in my yard.

In the spring of March, the drizzle is like silk, but at this time there is a laggard-jujube tree. The sight of spring blossoms didn't impress him at all. Until mid-April, he will open his eyes and grow a piece of green leaves. Soon, a bud the size of a grain of rice will grow again. Ignorant but loving beauty, I would pester my father to pick flowers for me, and then put them on my head to look at myself in the mirror.

In autumn, jujube trees are covered with clusters of red fruits, like hundreds of delicate little lanterns. At harvest time, we will find a long wooden stick under the jujube tree. After a while, one jujube will jump down from the tree, hit my head and back, crackle and fall to the ground, and roll around. Everyone will not care about the pain, pick up big jujubes and compete for the fruits. The jujube tree is full of laughter and laughter.

jujube tree is unknown. I remember my sad grievance that I would snuggle up next to him alone, confide my pain to him, as if he could understand, and sweep a leaf across my face from time to time. After he confided in me, he kept it all secret, that is, "If God knows what he knows and I know, no one will know." He is much more reliable than my friend. I remember that when I am happy, I will invite my friends to come to him and share my happiness with him. He floats in the wind from time to time. I regard him as my "best friend for life". Now I am a resident student in junior high school. When I am lonely, I always think of him, and I often cry silently alone.

These memories are worthy of my permanent nostalgia. These days have filled my life and given me meaning. We walked together, walked through beauty, walked through strength, walked through forever ... He gave me the most fragrant, sweet and beautiful memories. We walked together for 7

years in a hurry. Many years have passed. Are you all right ... Remember that you were so mighty, so kind, so tall and straight ...

"Come and eat jiaozi, and stop playing with that tree!" "Wait a little longer, I want to talk to it again!" Look, this is me when I was a child. I can give up my favorite jiaozi for you.

I have made friends with you since I didn't go to kindergarten. Although I don't know what you are and what your name is, and I wonder why you always don't talk, I am still happy to play with you every day.

When I started primary school, I began to spend less time with you, but I still think of you from time to time when I am doing my homework. I will work hard to save time every time, in order to stay with you for a while, especially when I am in a bad mood.

Over the years, we have been like inseparable friends, just as the swallow said: We share weal and woe. When I encounter a difficult choice, I think of you at the first time, and you can always give me a satisfactory answer. I don't know why ... it is obviously the life of two worlds ... < P > But when we meet, we will leave. Just the year before last, our house was going to be demolished. That morning, I came to visit you as usual, only to find that your usual vitality disappeared, but what I saw was your old and sad branches. I was silent ...

That day, I cried all night, and my parents came to persuade me, but I wouldn't listen to anything. All I could think about was playing with you when I was a child, that gorgeous smile and your mighty posture ...

"How are you doing in heaven?" "I'm fine, son. Remember: nothing lasts forever. Don't be sad any more. " "Well, I know. But I will never forget you, forget the days we walked together ... "We walked together 8

The golden sunshine sprinkled on the road we walked together, which was warm.