Memories of that sweet or bitter essay

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, I have gradually grown from a childish child into a vigorous, spirited teenager. Will graduate into secondary school, the alma mater gave me too much too much, at the time of parting, looking at the cradle of my growth - the alma mater, I can not help but feel a million dry. Campus life for me is like a treasure box, which hides a lot of treasures, although some have gradually lost their luster, but there is a pearl is still eye-catching ...... Remember that time, is to celebrate the "June 1" festival and organized a unique sound of the fluorescent fire party! The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley. On the stage, the colorful balloons dotted among them, colorful, really make people's eyes confused. With the host's exciting voice, the party opened the prelude. One program is brilliant, laughter, shouting, applause, and so lively! Everyone waved their fluorescent cupped, as if they had become twinkling stars, and the burning bonfire reflected, illuminating the large playground covered by the night. It was the turn of our fifth grade to perform the four grand finale programs. During the singing, the days of hard rehearsal before the performance had become a good memory, and we all put our heart and soul into the performance. During the song "Can we not break up?", I had a lot of thoughts with the energetic steps of the dancers. Yes, doesn't this song express our heart at this moment? What we want to say most is: "Alma mater, can we not break up!" At the end of the song, the whole room was full of applause, this is everyone's affirmation of our graduating class students, how can I forget? The most exciting part was the fire lighting ceremony. Teachers and Pioneer representatives led us in chanting slogans, and several spirited Pioneers began the torch passing ceremony, bringing the evening to a climax. Torch burning in the night, reflecting the red face of everyone, surging the tide of everyone's heart ...... Listening to the teacher and classmates recited in a high-pitched and impassioned, I understand that the revolutionary flame needs to be inherited from one generation to the next ...... When the music played, everyone stepped on the joyous When the music played, everyone stepped in a cheerful rhythm, around the fluorescent fire danced a collective dance, some two groups, some into a small circle ...... The whole playground was infected by this atmosphere, everyone boiled, began to revel ...... What an unforgettable night! In the depths of my memory, this wonderful memories, and the flavor of ten thousand purples and reds, as a surging song, from time to time in my heart singing ......2. Wonderful memories The past time has ceased to exist, but, leaving me the most, is the memory of the time in time. I have fantasized about turning back time, but I can't do it after all, so, in my inner heart, the past life left me only good memories ...... I recall the spring, the season of birds and flowers. We let our voices sing and walk on the field path. Spring trips are most appealing to children, yet frying and cooking and running and playing are even more enjoyable. We sat under a tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue, under the blue sky, the tree branches have sprouted shoots, I seem to see it is growing strong, bathed in the spring sunshine. That shoots, is not it the vigor of us? I recall summer, the season of new green. In that little garden that belonged to me, countless small flowers and grasses grew. The grass was shiny green, and the flowers bloomed more brightly! Scattered flowers scattered in the small garden, they are not as delicate as peonies, nor the fragrance of jasmine, but they are still as touching, beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flying, close, closer! Oh, it's a bee, very, very small. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, accompanying the bee and settling down everywhere. Isn't that bee, our hard-working gardener? I recall the fall, with its harvest season. The fields are full of golden color, undulating with the wind, like a wave of tossing waves. In the orchard, apples and pears hang all over the branches, is so watery, mouth-watering. Bite a mouthful, the flow of fragrance overflowing, calling people can not forget for a long time. On campus, we chattered incessantly, a summer vacation without seeing each other, can not help but miss each other. Summer vacation, we learned a lot of things, that knowledge, is not our harvest? I recall the winter, overflowing warm season. Although the leaves have fallen out, but also occasionally see the birds singing in the trees; grass has been yellow, but it will grow again next year; New Year's Day, although the cold wind is still piercing, but that a New Year's greeting card is full of warmth everywhere. It is sent to the students of a friendship, a sincere, that blessing, is not that long-awaited warmth? I recall the past, more yearning for the future of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Let them be full of birdsong, full of new green, destined to harvest, overflowing with warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories! 3. life left many beautiful memories, they are like the beach glittering shells, from time to time, let you pick it up, chew and taste. Night, quiet terrible, not even a trace of wind. A few sparse stars in the sky blinking eyes, the fire of a few families in the distance has gone out, but I am still sitting on the sofa for a long time can not fall asleep. The radio is playing Zhou Hua Jian's "Friends", which reminds me of the day I left my alma mater: Raining, I held the umbrella, wandering alone in the campus. It's so beautiful here - flowers and trees. Once upon a time, this place was full of laughter and the sound of books was everywhere. But soon, I will leave this beautiful campus, set foot on the road to study in a foreign country. The flagpole in the campus, straight towering, how many Monday mornings, we held a flag-raising ceremony here. The playground, leaving us to open the school games when the passion. Teaching building has been in front of us, so kind, so familiar, reminds me of Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Kangqiao", "gently I'm gone, just as I gently come ......." In the blink of an eye, the past has dissipated. Only the teacher's kind face and friends a childish face left. Unforgettable! Unforgettable, why did it come so soon. I doubt it: it is the sunlight that comes and goes quietly in every day that we do not realize; it is the beautiful dandelion flowers that fly up gently and fall down again. My alma mater is my glass shell. I wanted to stay in it forever, and I knew that it was a pipe dream, impossible. Eventually, I stepped out of my glass shell and gazed into the sunlight to see the future. That was the day I realized that the sky and the soil were in harmony. And so I left. Now I often revel in the past, but I know that with the passage of time, it is the past and impossible to return.

The good memories "time in the fly, I am crossing the threshold of youth; days in the go, and I have been a long time without stopping, looked back, abruptly found that the memory of many beautiful things have flowed away with the years, and only flowed down the shallow traces of track ...... "------ Title Outside the window, the wind rose, the rain fell. I leaned on the window pane will be a falling raindrops to see through, the distant ringing <<Memories In My Eyes>> melody, memories in the mind to travel recklessly. Countless raindrops pouring down from the gray sky, like whose memories zeroed in on the ground ...... I reached out my hand, wanting to catch it, but it is full of wet hands, I can not keep it, just as my sentimental, inadvertently slipped through the fingers, that wet I do not know whether it is sweat or rain. "Watery years, years like water." Time does not stop, because of this, I hate memories, I'm afraid it will stop in the past, so tightly follow the footsteps of time to move forward, in fact, I was wrong, memories are the most sacred, even if God can not be touched. Different memories, creating a different us, so in this seventeenth summer, I began to remember for the first time ...... I remembered when I was four years old, at the beach, because of fear of the water, clinging to his mother when he was himself; I remembered when I was seven years old, with my little friends in the garden to steal grapes from other people's homes; I remembered fourteen years of age, a spring excursion When I was fourteen years old on a spring trip, I thought of myself when I pushed my teacher into the river with my classmates; I thought of the sour feeling in my nose when I parted with my best friends when I graduated from junior high school....... How can these memories be thrown away? The years burned in the fire, but ultimately can not take away everything, the remaining ashes will become memories, like in the moonlit night, singing the old folk song, or is the old castle, slowly wandering the dead. Memories locked deep in my mind for so many years, countless figures looming in front of my eyes, their smiling faces, and mine, I was still able to recall. "Memories, dripping in the left hand solidify into loneliness, falling in the right hand into eternity." It is the end of a story, yet the footsteps of youth never stop. The music in the distance came to an abrupt end, so sudden that it locked all the memories of this summer afternoon. The inexplicable sadness that I felt just now also dissipated, evaporating with the rain***. The road we have traveled, the mistakes we have made, the successes we have achieved ...... are all confirmed by our memories. I thought I had long forgotten them, but fortunately they are still locked tightly in my brain, waiting with me for the blossoms to bloom. Once a child who was afraid to stay in the past, began in this summer like to recall that beautiful memories - close to the sea when I was a child, the sea for me is a beautiful dream, warm sunshine, gentle sea breeze, golden sandy beaches, blue sea water is only in the dream to see. At that time, I often thought that one day I would be able to step on the soft sand, shouting and running wildly on the beach, and then, happily pick up a colorful red shells. Such a blue dream accompanied me through spring, summer, fall and winter. Twelve years old that summer vacation, my willingness to see the sea finally came true, my father took me, sat on the coach to the seaside resort. Years of dreams are about to come true, I can not restrain the excitement inside. I kept asking my dad when he would arrive. Dad always said to me, no hurry, no hurry, will soon be to the beach. After two hours of traveling, we finally arrived at the beach. After the car I could not put down the luggage straight to the beach, toward the lovely sea that appeared again and again in my dreams. The sea in front of me, endless, but not as I imagined that big, the sea water is not that kind of jewel-like blue, but presents a kind of earthy yellow, looks muddy. The beach is indeed golden yellow, but in the gold mixed with some gray and black color. The aura that enveloped my heart dimmed a lot. Despite this, I was still very happy. Facing the sea, I could feel its vastness and majesty. This feeling shook me to the core, and I went through the lack of knowledge in my brain and recited a sentence without thinking, "I am a mayor in heaven and earth, but I am a drop in the ocean". I spent the whole day at the beach. I built dunes on the sand, searched for shells in the rocks, and caught crabs. Of course, I did not forget to taste the sea water, salty, with a bitter fishy flavor. My first trip to the sea ended in my laughter, and I was y impressed by the sea's broad-mindedness and majesty. Although it is not as perfect as in my mind, I still love the sea and long to see it again. The second "close contact" with the sea is still in a summer vacation, also in the same beach, but I witnessed the sea another style. The daytime fun is needless to say. At night, I had a whim to see the sea at night. My parents did not agree, they were busy chatting and playing mahjong with others, let me go alone and they did not feel comfortable. I'm not sure if I want to go alone, but I have to go. I hid from them, quietly slipped out of the hostel, came to the beach. The sea at night is very peaceful, the waves kissed the shore, issued a slight "swish" sound, during the day the naughty waves have long been gone, seems to have long been sleeping. At this time the sea looks so mysterious, hazy, as if a veiled girl. Looking at the calm sea, my heart began to fall silent, completely intoxicated in the night, but also unconsciously hummed Huang Lei's "I think I am the sea". All around a silence, only a few fishing boats on the fishing fire in the darkness brightly extinguished. The third time I saw the sea was many years later. In the summer vacation of my first year of high school, I went to Luangqi to participate in social practice, and near the end of the practice, the school organized a trip to the sea. This trip to the sea is perhaps my most memorable one, because I saw is no longer my familiar sea: the sea certainly and the beach has the same color, but not the earth and gold, but a shocking black. The sea breeze whistled by with a gust of fishy odor. --This is undoubtedly the "work" of mankind. I retreated, not daring to touch the sea water, let alone taste it. The beautiful figure of the sea in my mind was shattered. Facing the boundless sea, I felt suffocated for the first time. Returning from the beach, I was sullen for a long time, and I didn't understand how people could be so cruel, was money really so important? After that time, I have never been to the beach, not want, but dare not. I do not dare to face the sea again, just want to keep the beautiful memories of the sea in the heart, until the end of the old age. In the past five years, there have been storms and rains; flowers blossomed and the tide ebbed and flowed. Every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience, every sound of moving, all make me unforgettable. Now, we are about to say goodbye to our alma mater, a wave of feelings of longing, from the bottom of my heart. Five years of elementary school life, will be in my body hurriedly passed ...... after the graduation examination, to September, I will really become a junior high school students. In the past five years, there have been winds and rains, and twilight; flowers blossomed and blossomed, and the tide ebbed and flowed. Every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience, every sound of touching, are unforgettable to me. Now, we are about to say goodbye to our alma mater, a wave of feelings of longing, from the bottom of my heart. Walking into the school gate, I saw dozens of big golden words on the wall in front of me, that is our school motto. Turn to the right, the left is our big plastic playground. It is so red, so dazzling. There, we record our joys and sorrows. Look, there is the new building. We, class 5(1), are on the second floor. Step by step, slowly step up the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, you have arrived at our classroom. Listening to the laughter and watching the smiles, I inadvertently picked the brightest star in the galaxy of memories and admired it carefully. April 25th in the first semester of fifth grade may be a lingering moment for the whole class because it was Gu Jiawei's birthday. At noon, his father brought a big box of cake. Looking at it, our mouths watered. Everyone was in an atmosphere of joy. It was time to start giving gifts! We each took out our gifts. Wu Hao Rui gave him a brand-new school bag, and at the moment of giving it away, I don't know who pressed the shutter, "click", the camera fixed this moment for eternity. The boys also sent him birthday gifts one after another, and sincerely offered a sentence: "Happy Birthday to you!" We girls were the most representative, we chipped in and bought a lockable notebook, hoping that he would open up his heart and write down what was on his mind. Cutting the cake! We put a little cream on the birthday boy's forehead and gave him the biggest piece of cake and the rest to the whole class and the other teachers. We "naughty boys" ate the cake and had a cream fight with the boys. You put cream on my face, I not only do not care to wipe it, but also began to strongly resist and attack. After eating the cake, it was the class's turn to write a blessing. Look: "Watch out! You're too fat! Have to put on the emergency 'brakes'!" ; "You're chubby, so like a little pig. So, happy birthday to you!" ; "Don't worry, I've already thought of your next birthday present, and that's hula hooping and working out!" ...... word by word, sentence by sentence, from word to sentence, are all playful statements, but playful, everywhere contains our sincere friendship! Thinking of this, I can't help but smile, smiling so sweetly. Both happy and a little sad, I gently walked out of the school gate. Under the setting sun, I look back and then look at the campus; under the setting sun, I look back and then look at the school motto; under the setting sun, I look back and then look at the five-star red flag! All the feelings of attachment are in this moment! Childhood footprints, left on the campus path, laughter and song in the flower beds in the fragrance of ...... one of my feet rushed out of the school gate, the other foot in the childhood dream delayed out. Farewell, my soon-to-be-leaving alma mater! That wonderful memory Memories are the bright smile, the sweetness of joy, that wonderful memory, never forget, memories are the activities of youth, ordinary smile, the sweetness of life, that's the wonderful memories.　You are the hard-working gardener, you give us all the wonderful memories that will stay in my heart forever. You are like a tall tree, no matter the wind and rain you always protect us with your beautiful wings. Whenever we encounter difficulties, you always give us help, whenever we are troubled, you always comfort us, whenever we are happy, you are always happy for us. In class, your humor attracted us and made us like the language, and after class, you spent time with us as friends and laughed happily together. These wonderful memories made our lives wonderful, happy and vibrant.　The memories are so beautiful and splendid. Whenever I think of the language lessons you used to give us, how interesting they were again. At that time, our language scores were very good, and we were the first in the general class, of course, all of these could not be separated from your patient counseling and our active learning of the language performance. On that occasion, your smile was so bright and wonderful.　Although you don't teach us now, we still try our best to learn the language. We understand you, thank you for the nurturing you once gave us, teacher, we know that your biggest dream will soon come true, we wish you well, to be able to realize the dream . We understand and don't need you to worry, two years of relationship has made us learn to understand, we will try our best to learn the language, two years of good, let us stay in our hearts forever, will never forget, we bless you, support you, hope that you can always be happy.　We wish you all the best and support you, and hope you can be happy forever. The silk worm will not be exhausted until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry up until it turns into ashes. You are a responsible English teacher, although you are usually very strict with us, but your excellent quality so that we will always like you, we you are for our own good, but at that time our hazy let you often we worry. You smile like a blooming flower, so gentle, lovely. You always quietly for us to pay, patient counseling us. Usually you and we laugh together, together happy.　　Teacher, thank you for quietly for us to pay, these have become memories. I thought you would come back in the third year of junior high school, but you taught other classes, we will not blame you, because you are the flower of our hearts. Teacher, thank you for all the care you gave us.　You only taught us for half a year, but your teaching, you corrected our homework until late, so that we will never forget, we are very happy to meet you are our teacher, but unfortunately this period of time is so short. We wish you to be happy every day and get more support and love from your students. Maybe in the past six months, we do not know how to cherish, lost your time but so miss you, miss you.　Memories are so beautiful, but also so easy to wither. We left you with reluctance, with tears, the reality of life is so cruel, left but can not go back to the old days. Teacher, thank you, I believe that this memory will always remain in our hearts, I believe that our tomorrow will be better, I believe that our life will be more wonderful.　Let the beautiful memories remain in our hearts forever, but hope that our lives become more colorful! Youth - that beautiful memories Spring breeze, take away the ignorance and tenderness; summer, ushered in the toughness and persistence; autumn, harvest maturity and abundance; winter, faded 慒 understand and fragile, only the heart that the memories will not be taken away and faded.　　"There is no such day, the sun stars all things listen to my command ......" had thought that the dream can be realized, but now always come so bone, I do not know how many times I lamented the reality of this bone, always feel that the youth should be a different kind of good, in the Chen blue sky, so soft lawns. Under the Chen blue sky, soft lawn, there are so a group of confidants in the future, chatting about life, pouring out their hearts.　　Is it possible to change back to yesterday, so that I once again taste the flavor of yesterday had been squandered ...... had thought that time can be reversed, can be manipulated by their own play, which thought, time can be such a go no return, the fastest and slowest is the time, can not be recycled. Time to make the youth in our hearts spotless, so that our memories are so profound, the less we think about it, the more it will surface. Youth, let me marvel at you, had let me remember those wonderful memories? Unknown your passing let me never go back, so that I can no longer catch, unknown your forward steps never stop, unspecified you can only go straight will not turn.　　Time, it is you let youth has been young Zhi, I praise litigation you! It is you who made me remember my youth.　　Is there a section of the song can be immortalized, with will not be buried ......!　　Had thought a song will be sung to the old, a group of a group of people will accompany to the old, a certificate of award will be posted all over the room ...... all this will only end up splitting up, this is a kind of youth a kind of fantasy, youth, that little by little memories make people lingering, so that people will remember in their hearts. Had depicted the youth is bright, did not know that there will be gray; had vegetarian writing youth only success and joy, did not understand that there will be joy, did not understand that there will be failure and bleak; had thanked the youth to get and praise, did not understand that there is still loss and criticism ...... youth- -I thank you, thank you for letting me have so much.　　Youth - that wonderful memories let me wait to get their own only through the wind and rain, there is a rainbow.　　Youth - back to back coefficient of the stars in the sky, let the bright moon to witness their footprints.　　Youth - tilt your head back and look at the moon, pouring out the joy and unhappiness in your heart.　　Only youth will let you know what it is like.　　Youth - this beautiful memory, forever hidden in the heart.