Whether you are in school or entering society, many people have written essays, right, with the help of essays can improve our language organization skills. Do you know how to write a standardized essay? The following is a good memory essay that I have organized for you, just for reference, let's take a look at it.
Childhood like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart; childhood like a cup of light tea, let you reminisce; childhood like a rainbow after the storm, colorful, gorgeous; childhood like the afterglow after the sunset, so nostalgic ......
I remember when I was six years old, my mother bought a lot of vegetables. , once mom bought a lot of vegetables back: there is celery, tomatoes, cauliflower ...... took into the kitchen shouted me in, told me to wash them all. I looked at the green vegetables, so many vegetables brain blank, do not know what to do. This is called a six-year-old child how to wash ah! Suddenly I thought of how my mom used to put the clothes in the washing machine. I thought to myself: why don't I put them in the washing machine too? So I pressed the power, and saw the washing machine wash and wash, spinning, spinning, ding ding ding, washed. I was full of excitement to open the lid, look inside - shocked, those celery has become a 'light pole commander', tomatoes are nowhere to be found. Thinking of my mom spent so much money to buy so many vegetables were I made like this. I was in a hurry, so the bottom of the foot a wipe of oil, slipped into the room ......
Looking back on these small inconspicuous little things, but will let me carve and think of it will also be hilarious up.
This is my colorful childhood, it is the first ladder of life, success and progress of a footprint, the first site of the future road.
Childhood is my happiest, most beautiful, most interesting time.
If life is a colorful painting, then childhood is the most beautiful place in the painting; if life is a wonderful article, then childhood is the most beautiful statement in the article; if life is an unparalleled movie, then childhood is the most evocative segment of the movie. If you compare life to a million things, childhood is the best of them all.
Childhood has many unforgettable memories, childhood memories, whenever I think of will always feel very interesting, the heart of the beautiful. Especially the playfulness of childhood, is a lifetime will never forget.
In the countryside, every summer, my friends and I always go to catch dragonflies. But how to catch them? Every time we catch dragonflies, we will find a larger broom, in the field head "cover" dragonflies, although we are taking turns to catch dragonflies, but in the heat, we are still sweating, when we are still very short. Even if we worked hard for a whole afternoon, we could not catch a few dragonflies, but this still could not shake our love for catching dragonflies. When it was almost dark, we were ready to go home, and there was one more essential part of the trip, which was to share the dragonflies. Instead of scrambling for the dragonflies, we were more sincere and humble, and most of the time, the dragonflies were always returned to nature as much as we wanted. In fact, at that time, what we loved was not the dragonflies, but the good time playing with our friends. This is the joy of our childhood.
Let's cherish this beautiful memory and run to the sea of knowledge together!
The good memories of the essay 3
Time as running water, instantaneous, in the blink of an eye, took away my five years of elementary school life, once again open the box of memories, the good old days come to the surface.
Remember the fifth grade tug of war, in the sunny day, two classes in the school stood on each side of a thick rope, nerves taut, just wait for the teacher's whistle sounded will desperately pull to their side. Finally, the whistle blew, and the slogans of the students on both sides of the rope echoed through the sky: "Come on! One two! Come on! One-two!" We half crouched, a strong grip on the rope, the red line in the middle of the rope to their side.
Time passes very slowly, the two sides into a stalemate, although we are red and exhausted, but still refused to let go of the hand of the rope, for fear that someone else tugged away, gritted his teeth and insisted, but the red line is still in the middle of the swing, did not favor which side. When I gritted my teeth and insisted, I only thought of one thing in my mind: if I was tired, others would also be tired, so I had to insist and bring the rope over! Sure enough, as I expected, we clenched our teeth and held on, but the other side loosened their strength, we saw the opportunity to take advantage of it, and pulled the rope over with all our strength. After pulling the rope over, I didn't believe it and thought I was in a dream, but I realized it was real in the shouts of joy from my own class and the sighs from the other side! So they shouted in unison with their own class.
My childhood is colorful, home childhood flows true and sweet, will always make people have unforgettable memories.
When I was a child, I was playing at home, from time to time, I saw my mother in the laundry, I ran over, saw the bubbles in the hands of my mother, and said, "I want to play, I want to play." Mom nodded and agreed, I used my hands to rub hard, small bubbles came out, I was happy, I rubbed hard a few times, not only the bubbles did not come out, even I was exhausted, mom saw, laughed and said: "Do not play, you did not put the clothes into the water, it is impossible to rub out the bubbles." I heard, I have to put the clothes into the water, the clothes did not put in, I was "put" in, what is going on, the original, I pulled the wrong clothes, this is the clothes I wear. Mom laughed and said to me: "Rogue." Then she changed my clothes. I took advantage of my mother's absence, took out my mother's laundry detergent, but also took out my mother's "nozzle", the water and detergent together, and then press the "nozzle", a beautiful bubble came out, I was happy, while pressing the "nozzle". I was happy, while pressing the "nozzle", while running, after ten minutes, my home became a "bubble home" just when my mother came back at this time, said: "Mom, beautiful or not." I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about," he said.
With the passage of time, this has been a note in my mind that I have savored. When I think of it, I am always dumbfounded. It is also a "diary" of my heart full of joy.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck," the family hen stood at my feet as I struggled to lift the heavy shovel in a pair of fat gloves.
I stood in the ground, wearing gloves, and struggled to lift the shovel, shoveled into the soil, and then gritted my teeth and shoveled up a large pile of soil, a smaller pit came out, I am the most afraid of the worms in my life, especially the kind of wriggling, but looking at the hen who is the closest to me close to me, looking at me with a small blinking eye, I still mustered up the courage to take up an extra-long earthworm and put it in its mouth, and it finished it in one go! .
I continued to dig, and it remained close to me, its little eyes fixed on the shovel. I clenched my teeth again, the whole body of the flesh are in force, a large shovel of soil and dug out, I was so tired that I threw the heavy shovel on the ground, looking at the pit that is deeper than I am, close your eyes, and grab a dozen or so earthworms, I face a stream of pain, breathing almost stopped, I just feel those earthworms in my hands and keep struggling, I want to not in the heart of my hand to get rid of earthworms, I can't, the mother hen is still waiting to The hen is still waiting to eat the earthworms! I thought, suddenly I can't feel my hand, so the hen has already eaten the earthworms.
After the hen ate the earthworms, she laid down in the chicken nest and closed her eyes and slept.
I looked at the hen's comfortable sleep, I could not help but smile slightly.
Good memories essay 6In the familiar hometown, in the beautiful campus, the mischievous as a child, the grown-up maturity, in the mind of the dots and dashes, is our best memories.
When I was a child, the yard was full of laughter, my mother was doing barbecue next to me, my mother did a string and I ate a string, my brother watched me eat next to me, his mouth drooled and envy filled his eyes. One day when it rained, I was afraid of the dark, and my brother sent me to my room.
After moving, living in a lush neighborhood, I made many friends. They wanted me to play, we made a warm home for the little ants together, played skates, skateboarding together went to school, talked together, went to the kiosk to read together, and ......
I moved again, and it was an apartment. In the evening, the view from the bridge was the most beautiful, with the moonlight reflecting on the shimmering lake. Sometimes, some aunts would go to the bridge to square dance, and some kids would wiggle their asses in the back and have fun.
On the opposite side of a quiet bridge, whenever we are the most lively bridge, the opposite side of the bridge is always the most quiet. Although the bridge is very quiet, but it will always have a little bird with him, but also a line of the lake like a mirror to chat with it. In the summer the blue sky and the lake together two only, the scenery is unique in the world.
Fond memories are the most precious treasure in the world, and unique.
If I were to choose one of my best memories, I would choose the time I traveled with my family to Dandong, where the beautiful Yalu River left me with a deep memory.
That day, I got up early because I hadn't traveled for a long time, so I was especially excited. Our whole family got on the bus, in the car, my cousin and I had a particularly happy time. When we arrived at the Dandong attraction Yalu River, I couldn't wait to get off the bus and then onto a big boat. The boat slowly traveled to the middle of the river, surrounded by big green trees, the shadow reflected into the water, the river is also green. "It's beautiful!" I couldn't help but exclaim. Suddenly, I saw a few North Koreans coming from the opposite side, they were selling spicy cabbage, it was very novel for me to see North Koreans here. The boat swam around and then docked, I took a fond look at the Yalu River, and got on the bus after disembarking.
This time is my best memory, I love this day, the beautiful Yalu River left me unforgettable memories.
The sun was setting, and the sun gave his last handful of rays to the people. I leaned in front of the balcony railing and gazed at the sun without taking my eyes off it. The sun is slowly sinking, leaving only half of the "face". Next to a volume of shiny golden halo, as if one of his coat, the afterglow fell on people's faces, everyone's face is full of bright smiles.
The sky seems to be a big mirror, by the sun's light reflected "full face yellow", like a girl who does not know how to make up with rouge to paint themselves into a "small flower face". The sun's light will become softer, from yellow to red. The sun also has a series of "clothes", red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. When they are unique, the sky will appear in the scene, as the peacock open screen color, colorful.
This is when the ever-changing clouds gave me another pantomime after another. There are many kinds: such as foxes and tigers, the tortoise and the hare ...... let me feast my eyes, this mysterious and unpredictable clouds let me praise, each character is on the very vivid.
Unconsciously, the sun's layer of colorful coat "off" a clean, leaving only a circle of crimson light. Although the evening sun is gone, but it is still in my mind echoing, I still remember my grandmother's. I will always remember this wonderful memory. I will always remember this wonderful memory!
Fond Memories Essay 9Whenever I remember the night of Christmas Eve in 20xx, I feel very happy and blissful.
On that Christmas Eve night, Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma and I, we went to eat roast duck together as a family. That day, Poop Boy brought me back a magic wand and an eye mask, at that time I was so happy that I jumped and jumped again. After a while, my mom brought me a pink puppy, and I was so happy that I hugged my puppy all the time and named her "An Pink Puppy" because I got it on Christmas Eve, and it was pink, and it was my baby. So I took the two toys and went to eat roast duck with everyone. At the table there is also a burst of laughter from time to time, we have to talk and laugh, and then eat which beautiful meal, is how no happiness ah.
What a wonderful memory.
But 20xx night is not so happy. Because the grandparents in their own home dinner. Mom and unit colleagues in the outside gathering dinner. Although I went to eat steak with my dad, but I did not feel happy, happy. I feel that there is a lack of laughter. How I wish we could have another Christmas Eve like the one in 20xx, how I wish we could have dinner together as a family again. How I wish I could have such a good memory again.
Fond Memories Essay 10One sunny Saturday afternoon, my mom took me to the 8740th to play. Because it was the place where I used to live, the scenery there was very good, the air was fresh and the environment was beautiful. Bees often gather honey here, and there are also beautiful butterflies flying around. Walking on the small lawn where I often play, it's like going back to the good old days; playing hide-and-seek with the kids on the lawn, rolling around, watching the ants move, carrying the white rabbit that my dad bought for me, and running with a small kite with a very short line....... Everything is so interesting and vivid, as if it happened yesterday. Walking in the big playground, I will remember my childhood and my buddies playing together in the dark night, tirelessly chasing, until the army's lights out horn blew before they went home. There was also a swimming pool on the outside of the playground. Walking by the pool, I seem to see the scene when I was four years old wearing a swimming skirt and swimming with my mother. I remember my first time in the water is very afraid, just under the water on the fast holding mom's legs for fear of falling into the water, the body also kept shivering, and finally in the mother's encouragement and help, I slowly adapted.
Looking at my familiar environment, walking in familiar corners, touching once because of the darkness touched the head of the 'trees, feel everything is so kind. Now, the troop environment is more beautiful than before, adding many flowers and trees, very popular. I love the grass and trees here, it gave me a happy childhood, gave me good memories.
Along the winding path. The old house with white walls and gray tiles on a green background is my grandmother's house. To me, the grass, trees, bricks and tiles there are all so dear to me.
In the afternoon, the lazy sunshine through the leaves of the trees, casting dappled shadows in the yard. The iron gate in the yard has long been rusty, and the rough walls confirm my growth and transformation.
At that time, the sky was always blue and the grass was always green. On sunny afternoons, my grandmother always held my little hand and swung on the hills, and she pushed me on the swings! I laughed and cried loudly, the wind swept past my ears, the swing swung higher and higher, and my childhood drifted away in a wobbly way.
In the evening, the dim light bloomed in the twilight, the villagers had already dispersed after dinner, crossed into the stone bridge, and leaned on the stone pier with a slight sang. The river breeze blew gently, and looking up, the distant lights and fishing fires added warmth to this quiet night.
Nowadays, the palace of childhood can only be so clearly presented in the memory but out of reach, as if in front of me, within reach, but it seems to me there is a light years.
With the passage of time, many past events gradually blurred in my mind. Only one thing, like a pearl embedded in my soul, shining, let me feel the friendship between teachers and students, easily in the warmth, the warmth of happiness ......
At that time, I was still in the fourth grade, teaching me is Liu teacher. She has small eyes, a smile will squint into a slit. Her hair was like the leaves of the trees in the early fall, and so many of them had fallen off that you could see her scalp when the wind blew. She was a little fat and a little short. Despite this, she had a smile on her face every day. She even chattered with us after class, so she was our other mom. It just so happens that Teacher's Day is coming up, and all the students want to give a gift to their teachers.
Everyone has good memories, and I am no exception. When I think back to that a charming picture, once again appeared in front of my eyes ...... in that blue sky, a group of white clouds, seem to seem very pure. Gently by the brook, the green grass as tender, of like a newborn baby. In the accompaniment of a few lovely little flowers, the poplar tree shows his figure. I walked slowly, lest I forget to see which beautiful details.
When I came to the fruit grove, it was as if I was in a fairyland, it was beautiful! I lay down on the fresh grass, enjoying a ray of brilliant light ...... Then I rolled up my pants and walked barefoot in the creek, a few yellow fish sniffed my feet, and when I lifted my leg, they ran away. It was really cute! Finally I went to the fruit forest and picked several kinds of fruits, some of which I still don't know their names.
Fond Memories Essay 13Time passes, and most people rely on photographs to record previous years.
Our family is no exception. From the time I was born until now, you can see my photos everywhere in our house. There are those of me when I was born, those of me and my dad playing soccer, and those of our family with the landscape.
But my favorite is when our family went to Guangzhou in the summer and climbed the Canton Tower, known as the Little Barbarian Waist. Standing at the bottom of the tower and looking up, it felt like the tip of the tower was in the clouds. Mom did not dare to go up, because she is afraid of heights, only to see her face white, legs shaking, I have been encouraging my mother to overcome themselves. I helped my mother to sit on the elevator when I felt her hands so cold, I just hold on to her hand to give my mother strength.
At this point I also felt a little rise in my ears and looked up to see that the elevator had reached the 45th floor. But out of the elevator I was shocked by the view in front of me. From the high place to look down to feel the world are at your feet. Worthy of being China's tallest tower has more than 600 meters! But this is a challenge for my mother, because my mother in the above do not dare to look down, my father and I told my mother do not be afraid to have us to protect you, so we left in this tower on the commemorative photos.
Every photo has a story behind it, what is your story?
The mottled courtyard wall, the mossy steps, the gazebo occupied by ancient trees, the humid environment, this most simple and oldest place is filled with the best memories of my childhood.
I remember when I was a child, this is still a downtown, "sell sugar gourds, sell sugar gourds!"
Here every promenade, every pavilion, every tree, and even every stone, have my full of memories. I strolled alone in that promenade, in front of my eyes constantly surfaced in my childhood and small friends playing playful scenes, this beautiful promenade, there are a group of carefree, happy and happy children ....
This simple and unadorned sanctuary has my best memories, full of nostalgia and childlike innocence. The glazed promenade is the place where I play, and it is full of childish fun; the ancient wooden pavilion is the place where I rest, and it is full of joy; the steps are the place where I enjoy, and the nostalgia has turned into moss by the vicissitudes of time.
This humid environment, the old promenade and the ancient wooden pavilion are my fondest memories.
I have a small desk with a few drawers underneath, which holds my wonderful childhood.
Today, I casually rummaged through the drawers, and found a kindergarten book under a sticky paper with a lot of small apples, and a dog sticky paper, looking at it, I suddenly remembered!
In the kindergarten class one day, the teacher took us to visit an elementary school. We just entered the school, the solemn and beautiful national anthem sounded. I came to the playground again, only to see the national flag slowly rising, standing next to a large group of elementary school students, they lined up in a neat line, wearing a uniform, hanging bright red scarf stood there to salute the team!
We went to see them in class: they sit upright, listen carefully, really concentrate on ah! The teacher gave me a lot of apple stickers.
At noon, the teacher took us to eat, and I sat with a big sister. If you finish your meal, I will give you dog sticky paper! The dog sticking paper of the earwig envisioned chassis unified Maximus Huan Troi sand. I finished the meal in three mouths and got the dog sticky paper.
On the way back I thought: these big brothers and sisters, although only in the first grade, but they are as amiable as mother.
To keep the memories alive, I just put the sticky paper all over the paper. Ah! What a wonderful memory!