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I have a photo album, there are a lot of photos, each photo inside the story is so sweet, look at this photo of me smiling the most brightly, so I am most impressed.
In the evening, I came to my mother's room, I saw my mother is organizing something, I went over and saw a photo inside is me and my classmates in the riverfront park to play the scene, looking at that photo, I can not help but laugh.
I remember that it was a day of summer vacation, I and my mother and my classmates came to the Riverfront Park. We just entered the gate, is the center of the square, we were about to play badminton, we saw something in the grass? My classmates and I ran over to see, it turned out to be a big stone, I lost thought: alas! Thought it was something! It was actually a broken rock! I was about to go, my classmates suddenly stopped me and said: "Let's not go, see this rock can be used as a slide!" I said, "How can we use it as a big rock?" He pointed to the rock and said, "Look at this long 'tail' and it's slippery, it'll be great to slide down here!" I said, "Makes sense, go!" My classmate found a spot where he could climb up and did so with ease. Now he was sitting up there, waiting for me! I walked over to take a look, it was so high and slippery, would I fall down if I climbed up from here? I was hesitating when my classmate sat up there and laughed, "What's the matter? Don't dare to come up?" I thought: Humph! Who wouldn't dare! Watch me. I was busy jumping from a higher piece of lawn, then climbed up like a monkey. As I was about to climb up, I slowly started to slide down. I thought, "Oh no, I'm going to fall! I'm going to lose it. My classmate pulled me back and I climbed up as fast as I could. When I finally got up, my classmate said, "I'll slide down first!" So he slid down the "tail" and I nervously climbed up to the tail and slowly slid down it. When I saw that I had slid down, I jumped up and down happily. Suddenly, there was a "click" and my mom took a picture of my happy moment. This is the origin of this photo.
The story behind this photo not only let me harvest the happiness, but also let me know: "encounter difficulties bravely forward, in order to succeed."
Duty roster is a troublesome and tiring thing, and many people hate being a duty roster. Of course, I am no exception, but after that incident, I sincerely love this task.
I remember that it was the day before the National Day vacation. After school, the students are all one after another to go out, the whole classroom is only left me alone. Today, I happen to be on duty, and the classroom is so dirty, you have to clean. But the teacher didn't say I should be on duty, so I didn't bother, I just picked up some small garbage and left the school. Walking halfway I remembered that I left my language textbook in the classroom, I want to go back to get it, but I think that if I go back, if I run into the class teacher, in case I let me do the duty what to do, but not to go to the homework and how to do it? After half a day's thought, I decided to go back and get it. I walked quietly from the school gate to the classroom door and stopped just before I was about to go in. I saw Mr. Chen move a stool. Standing on the stool raised his arm and seriously erased the blackboard, I regretted, regretted that I did not seriously do the duty student and chose to escape, but let the teacher to do it for me. Teacher class is hard enough, hey. I really shouldn't ......
Suddenly I realized that Mr. Chen's stool was about to fall, I immediately dumped my bag and rushed to the podium, holding the stool. The teacher turned his head to me and said: "Thank you for helping the teacher to hold the stool, otherwise I should be lying in the hospital now. By the way, I forgot to tell you to do your duty today. I was idle again so I just did them as I went along."
Tears welled up in my eyes, and Teacher Quan wiped them away for me, and for the first time I found the motherly warmth of Teacher Chen.
I thought well, I can no longer avoid the responsibility that belongs to me, I swept the floor and wiped the table with Ms. Chen. Although the sweat soaked through my shirt, but in the sweat flow dashing, flow of my heart.
From then on, I fell in love with the duty student also fell in love with the teacher labor.
Now that the summer vacation is over, it's time for school to start, and I'm starting to remember the summer vacation, and they all came together like drops of water, and turned into a clear river, which has both colorful water, and dark and muddy silt.
The past is always difficult to look back, think of the time to memorize the "Night of the Spring River and the Moon", crying eyes are swollen, while sobbing, while reading, the sound of their own heartache, mom said I memorized back out of the momentum of Yang Beyond. I also remembered a lot of sad memories of the past, the more I cried, the more I cried, and in the end I couldn't even hear my voice. Scorching sun like a monster, hate to swallow my whole person, I have to rush to play sports, then it is tears, sweat, or snot can not be distinguished ...
My classmates have asked me to say that when I came to Chongqing, hot pot is delicious? Is the hemp flavor particularly fragrant? However, I only returned a sentence, I do not eat spicy, eat is clear soup, these questions are instantly all solved, but sitting in the hot pot store smell that strong that spicy flavor really can not stand, however, and thought as long as you eat a mouthful of the whole person will not be good ...
Of course, my memories are not only only the bad there are also good, because the front has also been said to be colorful it ...
I have a good memory, but also a good memory, but I do not know what to say. .
Memories of good friends after three years, finally playing together again. In the middle of the time, both of us because of the trouble of homework and separated, the longer the time, the more can not remember these, so it is estranged, see also only become a passer-by, but in this year, I finally found my truest friendship, we are back to childhood ...
In Chongqing, I saw the scenery unlimited night scenery, the river wind gently blowing on the river The river breeze blows gently on the river, and the lights on both sides of the river flicker faintly, embellishing every building. In Baigongguan and Jieju Cave, I saw traces of history, though brutal, but I went from an unknown teenager to one who has a new perception of the world. It's still great...
I also got a cute dog with shiny eyes and brown fur that shines like iced tea under the sun. At night I then the next growing up, another small animal that can accompany me...
How about it, how was your summer vacation?
Since I was a kid, I was the family's favorite child, as long as it was me, it must be the whole family. So I took it all for granted. In life, every road is paved for me by my parents, but I am always complacent, self-righteous in this by the parents to open the road on the "sunshine road" ...... Until that incident, I realized that I am just a snuggle in the arms of parents, unwilling to spread the wings of the I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
The first half of the semester of the junior high school, the class broke out a chicken pox storm, looking around the chicken pox students go back to rest, I have no fear, but is very envious, "longing" can also be put on a two-week long vacation. God finally favored me, I finally got the chicken pox! I lay in bed and slept until I woke up, which was great! Then I saw the chicken pox climbing up my neck, arms, and all over my body. The joy of looking at the raised bubbles disappeared in a flash, I was worried about the scars. The next is only difficult, scratching is not, scratching is not, the whole body strange itch unbearable, I really regret having chickenpox ...... whole family was I stirred up the chicken and dogs.
Finally the chicken pox retreat, but the new worries and surrounded me. Learning about the progress of classmates in class, I panicked, after all, it is the junior high school, I would like to enter a decent high school. I don't want to take a break, but according to the regulations it takes two weeks to resume classes, and the remedial classes can't go, then only self-study.
Only a few days after leaving the classroom, I was already confused. Example questions can not read, homework can not do, ask parents also can not tell ...... really desperate ah! So, during the day I quietly, flip through the book to study, repeated pondering. At night, I contacted my classmates to solve the problem. Finally, homework in my nibbling slowly in the reduction, the more do more smooth. Self-study allows me to learn to find ideas and methods, and know that there are techniques to solve problems. Even the previous difficult problems can be figured out, and soon the topic can be easily solved ......
As the old saying goes: born in worry, died in peace and happiness. Adversity can make me grow up quickly, help me overcome inertia, and open up a sunny road of learning for myself. Back to the long-lost school, the teacher made a special trip to make up for us students. After self-study, after the teacher's point of view, I was instantly enlightened, the idea springs out.
The experience of chicken pox has left a strong mark on my junior high school life, letting me taste the taste of independence, the sweetness after the sourness, the surprise of discovering oneself, and the pride of spreading one's wings and flying!
When I was a child, I was a child who loved the rain. Whenever it rains, I lie by the window and try to poke my head out, and then I see the rain fall in the small puddles, making a small halo. That's what I saw on the little rainy days of my childhood.
When I grew up, I became a woman who loved rain. In fact, also particularly like fog. White, gray, dull, hazy ambiguity can not be figured out, seems to be a stone's throw away, but also seems to be the distance between the ends of the earth. Inside is clear, but never point out.
In the afternoon, a rain, drip drip drip rustle rustle. From time to time, such as the delicate hands of the piano rhythms tinkling, from time to time, such as the reckless drumming noisy, its nature but gentle to the extreme. Completely different from the rain, is the falling flowers. Falling flowers have the intention of flowing water is heartless, autumn flowers colorful and gorgeous, slowly fading slowly fluttering, slowly falling on the water, slowly playing with the whirlwind. It has been a very slow and slow pace. Pick up one, cold but very soft. Never seen the falling flowers swoosh down, thud on the ground. And the rain, very dense, very fine, very fast, without a moment, has been wet large. Falling on the water, like a wound, even on the face, there is a slight pain. The rain falls from the very high sky, like a smooth and stunning satin.
If it is an umbrella, the deepest memory is Qing Ning's red umbrella. Playing a slightly transparent bright red umbrella, warm color cast to the cheeks, skin is very white. Although the mouth is jokingly mocking, the heart is thinking: the face of the peach blossom red. Really, a very beautiful sight.
Those memories in the storm, those people with umbrellas, those mud-spattered white cloth shoes, those slippery aisles, those crystal tears damp hair, with the arrival of the light and disappear.
Remember the excellent essay 6
Everyone's childhood is colorful, my childhood did silly things, now think of it will laugh.
This incident can be said to be the most delightful to me. On that day, I leisurely played the game of tearing nametags with the children. Playing, playing, everyone's back is that the hot sun sunshine seeped out of the rain like beads of sweat, because the weather is too hot, we had to return home, a return home, I immediately make "Hedong lion roar", shouted to the mother: "Mom, I'm so hot, what can be cooler ah! What can I do to cool off? "Blow the fan ah"! Mom stared at the screen while absent-mindedly answered me, I listen to my mother's words, and immediately blew hard at the fan, I blew for a long time or not feel cool, I thought: may be my blowing force is not enough, and then a little more force, so I increased the force, the fan as if it were the enemy blew up. Another century passed, I was about to blow my brain dead, but I was still hot as if I was smothered in a furnace, when my mom finally escaped from the world of cell phones. He looked at my woeful appearance and couldn't help but laugh, I stared at my mom with a face full of suspicion and asked, "Why are you laughing?", "I'm telling the fan to blow you, not you." Hahahahaha ...... After listening to my mom's words, I also lay on the ground and laughed out loud.
You see, how silly I am, have you been amused by my funny behavior?
Remember Excellent Essay 7The Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15 has two very different memories etched in my mind.
There is a small mountain to the east of my hometown village, and when I was a child, the Mid-Autumn Festival was usually in the middle of the fall vacation, when I often went to the mountain to graze cows and burn groundnuts. When my friends and I played enough in the mountains, took the cattle down the mountain, walked to the door of the house, immediately will smell the fragrance of the meal, grandpa at home has done a table full of dishes, the family sat around a table, drinking and enjoying the moon, and its happy, the Mid-Autumn Festival in my childhood has brought me too much joy.
The first time I left home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was in the field school, in the middle of military training, the night instructor gave me a piece of mooncake, my heart also flew back home with the mooncake, I came to the school playground, looking at the lights on the teacher's family building, and imagined how my family spent the Mid-Autumn Festival, the lack of me, I don't know what it will be like? I secretly thought, wait for graduation, the Mid-Autumn Festival must all be with the family.
20xx year, I joined the work of the third year, the lunar calendar in August, grandpa to go to the market on the way to meet the car accident, after ten days in a coma, on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, left us. The first thing I did was to get the money to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car.
As the saying goes, there is no such thing as a mountain of flames that can't be crossed, and life must go on ----- the dead rest in peace and the living are strong. Another year of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will rush back home early to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my relatives ****.
The excellent essay 8
At the time of the long river of time flow, there are always some things like raindrops fall into the river, such as dragonflies, such as the past cloud smoke. Looking back, but some of them are like sunken stones, into the bottom of the river, engraved in the bones, become my most beautiful memories.
I came to my grandmother's house with my father, just in time for the old hen to hatch eggs at home, the chicks are breaking out of their shells.
I've never seen a chick break out of its shell before, but I was so curious that I pulled my dad along to get a glimpse of what was going on.
"Ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da-da," the sound of chicks breaking out of their shells was ringing in my ears. The old hen was lying on her back in a large grass basket on the chicken coop, her eyes staring at us warily, and her mouth was cooing, as if she didn't welcome our arrival. How could I care so much? You know, for a so-called "city people", this kind of thing is rarely sword, very new, I do not want to miss any of the wonderful details, every second seems to be close to the heart.
Staring at the eggs, I was so excited, like a child who has never seen the world.
At that moment, an egg with a hole the size of a grain of rice caught my attention. A minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed ...... that hole seems to be unchanged. I heard that chicks that can't break their shells will die, and my compassion was triggered. I can not help but reach out my hand, want to help the chick to peel the shell.
Grandma immediately blocked me, said: "Children, do not touch it, only their own cut through the hard shell to survive, you help it, but also harm it ah!"
I suddenly realized that a hen needs 21 days to hatch a chick, and it can be said that all the blood is poured into the egg. The mother hen is the most love their own children, but although it gave the chicks life, but also need to chick themselves to fight. So kind and loving mother hen, but to "mercilessly" let the chick to cut their own, the mother hen in the side do not listen to not ask, because it knows, only through this level of the chick to get a new life!
At this point, in the side has been silent father spoke: "Yes, a hen than the current parents also know how to teach children, we really should reflect on it. Treatment of children, the exercise is on the exercise, the ruthless when ruthless, overly spoiled, one-handed, often is harmful to the child ah!
From the grandmother's home back, I have been recalling the words of the grandmother's father. In fact, this is not our life is not it, can withstand the suffering of the people are survival, and in the face of difficulties flinch, can only give the social elimination. Looking back at that time, it was like a lesson on life, which benefited me greatly, and at the same time, it is also the most beautiful memories of my life.
Childhood is like a bottle of flavors, sour and bitter, but also sweet, it is like a civilized life, let me grow up in the memories of childhood.
Childhood memories have heartbreaking past, as my table tennis, since childhood, I rarely won the championship, I do not know is my . Technical level is not enough, the psychological quality is not good, or others are too good, time and again unremitting efforts, a drop of hard sweat, and finally came to nothing but failure and helplessness, I remember in a final, I have taken the lead, the victory has been in sight, but finally because of mistakes and the champion passed by, at that moment, my mood is incredibly sour, how much hope into nothing, how much effort to go down the drain, and how many of the hopes, and how much effort, and how much of the hopes for a better future, and how much of a better life, and how much of a better life. The failure of the table tennis game certainly honed my indomitable quality of will, but for the young and strong me this is still a heartbreaking past.
Childhood memories are also painful, as my parents discipline me, from childhood to adulthood, parental discipline can be said to be harsh, I remember one time, I see my parents are not at home, I secretly play games on the Internet, play to the interest of the time, my parents came back, in a hurry, lied to my parents, my parents because of my dishonesty is very angry, a stern reprimand and also punished me to write a review of the room, I walked into my own room. A moment, the tears of remorse constantly flowed down, from which I did not panic, has always required himself to be an honest and trustworthy teenager, but also for the young me is also considered a painful memory!
Childhood memories are also happy, for our unity and close cooperation and sincere friendship, although students and friends often have conflicts between them, and sometimes they will argue or even fight, but for the honor of the class when the students will work together, closely united together, I remember that in a twenty-man relay race, our class fell behind, the students were very anxious, spontaneously cheering for the students in the race, but also for the students in the race. The students were very anxious and spontaneously cheered for the students, even the students who usually have conflicts and do not speak can not help but hold hands to shout and cheer, the athletes on the field were inspired and desperately rushed forward, finally, we took the lead in our class the first to cross the red line of the moment, the whole class erupted into a long-lasting applause, cheering and cheering, our mood was so excited and happy, because we are finally united and hard work to win first place. The first thing I want to do is to get the first place, which of course, I'm also a member of the sports committee of the credit ah, this is a happy memory of my childhood.
Childhood memories, sweat, tears, and laughter;
Childhood memories let me continue to progress and grow;
Childhood memories let me know what is the real life;
Childhood memories are the treasure of my life.
Memories Excellent Essay 10There seems to be a lot about the blackboard being a memory. Teachers or dashing or atmospheric or correct chalk words; hours to go to the board clumsy stiff chalk words; six grades when the pen writing copying the blackboard densely packed answers to after-school questions; junior high school to concentrate on watching the teacher spit on the blackboard to analyze a difficult problem. But the memory of the blackboard is not only learning, and just learned to run the blackboard newspaper like outline the board; in the duty on the blackboard with a colorful border circled tomorrow's course; after school leisure in the blackboard scribbling scribbling ...... memories on the blackboard, so much, so kindly.
To be honest, the first real "close contact" with the blackboard is quite a big time - fourth grade. At that time, the teacher appointed me to take a few students responsible for the class blackboard. It was my first time to do it, and I was only responsible for dividing up the work and reviewing the results, but I was still very enthusiastic about doing it. We stayed until six o'clock every night. I was very active on the sidelines, giving them this idea and that idea, novelty outlining the rough outline of the layout with chalk, and enjoying myself. I also went to other classes to learn from other people's blackboards, looked up other people's layouts in the blackboard albums, and then synthesized all kinds of things together. At that time, I felt a kind of heartfelt joy. And the sense of accomplishment is unparalleled when the board is honored.
This is my first memory of the blackboard. Later memories were mostly of studying. The joy at that time was not due to the honor, but more the joy of learning new knowledge and overcoming a difficult problem. The memory of the blackboard is something that nothing can catch up with. It is so familiar and full of the joys and sorrows of student days. Nowadays, blackboards are mostly replaced by slides, which can never bring intimate memories. Cold, without the temperature of the teacher's chalk friction, without the warmth of the students' burning eyes, without the memories of the past that we face the blackboard and think about.
Blackboard this thing, accompanied by many people until the end of the student career. Every day of school, when is not facing the blackboard concentration? Memories on the blackboard, is irreplaceable. It represents our student days and is an indispensable memory. Maybe when we are over the age of that day, remember about the blackboard all kinds of, or can not help but smile.
Recall the excellent essay 11"New Year to, New Year to, joyful really lively ......" We a few children wearing festive clothes, hand in hand with millet cannon happy in the grandma's home in the concrete dam around the circle, living like a happy bird.
"Crackling, crackling ......" deafening sound of firecrackers, I learned the way adults, cover your ears, squinting, secretly watching the firecrackers burning, feel the arrival of the year!
In fact, it is not necessary to wait until the day of the New Year, families, corners have been filled with the flavor of the year.
Listening to the grandmother said, the 24th of Lunar New Year, she and grandpa came to a year-end cleaning. I was wondering why we should do this, as if my grandfather saw my mind, and quickly said: "Dusting can not only drive away the disease, but also hope that the family can remove the "Chen" (dust) cloth new, and pray for the family's happiness and well-being! I suddenly realized!
On New Year's Eve, every family puts up spring scrolls. This year is unusual, mom in order to let me feel the traditional culture, specially bought red paper for me to write. "Smooth sailing year after year, all things go well step by step." Looking at the Spring Festival couplets written by myself, my heart is very excited, and the flavor of the year is getting stronger and stronger!
"Dinner is served!" The hot, fragrant New Year's Eve dinner began! Looking at this big table of food, I can not help but drool straight three thousand feet! A big family sitting around the dinner table, talking and laughing, happy and happy, feeling the strong love!
Wow, so all this is the flavor of the New Year! The new year is so good! The New Year's Eve is great!
In the morning of a holiday, I accidentally saw a bookcase, my mother helped me to make a "zero year diary" when I was a child. I carefully turned it over, and there were bottles, clothes, gloves, and so on, that I had left behind when I was a child. I was overjoyed to see these precious clothes. These dusty treasures immediately stirred up my memories, reminding me of the time when my mom and dad took care of me. So I couldn't help but greet them: "Hi! It's been a long time, and you've evoked my childhood days again!"
When I think of my childhood, I was a curious baby, and my curiosity about my surroundings was always aroused, and I wanted to go around trying and exploring, and my mom was always patient to teach me. My mom always taught me patiently. I remember my mom reading me stories, bathing me, and taking me for walks every day, which made me feel very warm and cozy! What I miss the most is that my mom would help me dress up as a Christmas baby at Christmas time, and that was a really happy feeling! However, what impresses me most is that my mom kept my first pair of gloves, my first pair of socks, my first toy, my first dress and my first hat when I was a kid. I had long forgotten all these things, but I can't believe that my mom has carefully preserved them all! Another special memento is that I ate baby food labels when I was little, and my mom carefully cut and pasted them down and saved them in my "Zero Years Diary", so I miss them very much!
My mom said, "These are the memories you'll have in the future, so cherish and preserve them." That's right!
I should keep this "Year Zero Diary" because every photo and item in it is my best and nostalgic childhood fun time!
When I was in first grade, Ming and I were good friends. We ate together, traveled together, and played together. ...... No matter what we do we are together, a pair of inseparable good friends!
Once, a very unpleasant thing happened between us, Saturday, he and I were playing with building blocks, but I accidentally made his blocks fall apart, but he did not blame me, but I again and again to his hard-earned blocks down.
is a person will definitely have a temper, and finally he exploded, angry words out of his mouth, scolded me severely, after that, got up and picked up his backpack and left, I said: "angry on angry, I will never ignore you again." From then on our friendship was disconnected.
A few months passed. Once again after school, Xiaoming just happened to see me and ran over, crackling with a lot of words.
Eventually, he realized that he was coming to me to apologize, I accepted his apology and told him, "It's okay, the main reason is still in me, if I did not break your blocks would not be so angry!". .
When I finished, he burst into tears and said, "Actually, I came over to say goodbye to you, I'm moving to a strange place, and this box of blocks is for you, if you miss me, look at this."
From then on, when I see this box of blocks, I think of him.
I used to think that the further away from a place, the longer the time, the easier it would be to forget. But I didn't realize that whenever the night is late, those memories of my hometown can still come up all at once, catching me off guard. The grass and trees, all raw pain in my heart, the corners of the mouth also gave birth to a trace of bitterness.
Hometown is just a small town, prosperous is not to say, lively also only reflected in each market day.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get to the top of the world.
There is a river in the small town called Qinjiang River. The water is very clear, the bottom of the water mossy rocks and water plants can be a glance to the end. On both sides of the river are grass, sand, and a little further away is the riverbank. Because of the river, many people would wash their clothes by the river. You can often see a few women gathered around a big rock by the river, scrubbing their clothes vigorously while talking about things. The sound of scrubbing and joking, accompanied by the foam of washing powder, flows on and on. It flowed far, far away, with a few nice swirls.
Little me, when I was looking at these bubbles on the shore, would suddenly think of saying, "Those greedy little fish inside the water won't eat the bubbles as ice-cream, will they?" Then, see the brilliant sunlight in the water constantly leaping, but also flash ah flash, as if a lot of sunshine broken into small pieces, floating on the river, gently burning my eyes, as if rambling to me, but also as if smiling at me.
Spring came, and the grass on the riverbanks began to grow. Because of the rain, those grasses always look so lush and full of life. Even the land is wet, step on it, a little soft, but also still very solid.
When the smell of grass began to be strong, it was time for the annual worship of the river god. People come by boat from far and wide, and then burn incense and pray at the river god's temple by the river, and then kowtow to the river a few times, even if it's over. It was not easy to come out, most people would spend the night on the river before leaving. Because it is their own fishing boat, it is not afraid.
At night, more than a dozen fishing boats moored in the river, and there is a flash of fishing fire and those naughty stars in the sky in the company of people. People sit on the bow of the boat, drinking mellow Hakka sweet wine and singing songs in soft Hakka language. On nights like that, everything seems to be lightly intoxicated. The moon was drunk, even the color of the moon was reddish; the stars were drunk, drunkenly falling into the river, leaping and leaping; the wind and the grass were drunk, the slight wind blew the low grass, then gently rocked the fishing boat on the river, watching the river surface rippled in a small circle. With a sweet slight drunkenness, people gradually return to the boat to rest. Smell that faint fragrance of wine, hear that sheepish mountain song, I seem to be also with a little drunk, actually hope that a lifetime can be so drunk ......
The ear of the shallow singing gradually blurred, sleep came, I fell asleep ......
Remember the excellent essay 15We have a colorful childhood, childhood is like a shining shell on the beach, each shell contains a wonderful story. Today, I will pick up one of the most beautiful shells for you to savor, because it is my sweetest and sweetest memories.
When I was in the fifth grade, I enrolled in an OU class to expand my thinking. At the beginning, there was a "trip problem" and "catching up problem" that made me dizzy. When I came home from school, I was so anxious that I secretly wept. When I was doing the exercises assigned by the teacher, I was really hard on myself, but there was a strange force behind me that kept me going, and the encouragement and teachings of my teachers and parents often echoed in my ears, which gave me no reason to give up on my attempts to overcome the problems of Mathematical Olympiads. With this force, I will keep counting, want to start with what place ...... That time, I do not know how much draft paper, I do not know how many turns of the mind, "effort is not enough", finally figured out a problem. At that moment, the joy in my heart can not be expressed, really sweet than eating a whole jar of honey. When I told my mom about this, I saw her face with a smile of relief, I think, this time is my sweetest memories.
Sweet memories are happy. Although I encountered a lot of difficulties in learning OU, but overcome the difficulties is even more a kind of happiness, because I experience happiness in the process of overcoming problems. Overcoming difficulties is like encountering various bumps in the journey of life, as long as you overcome them, you are the best! Overcoming all kinds of difficulties will become our sweet memories!
Now with the passage of time, those sweet memories have become the story of my growth in the beautiful colors, childhood because they are colorful. Yes, the face of difficulties to go forward, that are my sweet memories!