You in the Memory You You were my classmate, and in the memory of you, you were as watery as a water lily with dew.
In the classroom, you were like my comrade-in-arms, listening meticulously to the preaching of the teacher, burying your head in notes and looking up to answer questions. We would look at each other and smile when we harvested the fruit of knowledge.
That opened the most enchanting flowers, in the corners of our mouths under the smile of delight, but also seem dim. When the multi-talented you stand on the stage, will use the red satin and beautiful dance interpretation of our gorgeous years.
When I made a mistake, your stern gaze spilled down, and I lowered my eyes, aggrieved and full of tears. Now I know that this is a friend of the true feelings of the flow, friends, please forgive me at that time capricious and perverse.
The table you, open-minded like a piece of the sky hanging with brilliant stars. You are the perfect combination of rationality and sensibility of the boys, you melt this talent into your favorite math class, the face of the problem of repeated victories, in our class in the field of mathematics to hold up a piece of heaven.
Your features are always so dynamic, casually a raised eyebrow, a perfect imitation of a big star's classic action, for their own personal show opened the curtain, for the students to bring a burst of laughter, to dispel the graduation sprint to bring a tense and depressing atmosphere. You, at the same table, are as lovely as the angels who fell into the mortal world.
The weather in June is exceptionally dull, hot air in the fan pumping lazy cruise in the classroom, it is your thoughtful words to encourage me to continue to study; teachers split the face of the criticism so that I have no place to go, the tears do not listen to straight down, it is your bright eyes to comfort me don't care about it; in the face of fierce competition and the pressure of the test, it is the temperature of your hand to accompany me to move forward to the positive and optimistic mindset! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. Echoing the sound of wind chimes, close your eyes, the past between classmates is still fresh in your mind: sports training, 5 o'clock in the morning to get up and run that sweaty look; evening self-study, in order to compete for time to study, do not go to the dining room to eat, and gnaw on the look of instant noodles; classmates go out to play with the look of the green tour; the teacher asked a question, due to nervousness, the look of the hand and foot! ...... That all, as if it happened yesterday, with the temperature of time, passed away.
Graduation, we graduated with the ignorance of the lower grades, the laughter of the middle grades, the diligence of the upper grades. June is the season of parting, a sea of flowers.
We do not have to be sad, because the next peak of life is still waiting for us to conquer, we want to use the youth to write the legend of life, we want to use the struggle to break out of the sky belonging to their own, we are looking forward to many years after that classmates reunion agreement. The table of you, is the classmate friendship silhouette, is a precious memory wealth, is a worthy of thanks, accompanied you through all the days of elementary school.
Let's quietly treasure this moving it. You used to be always very careful, asked me to borrow half a rubber, and you had no intention of talking about it.
At that time, the sky is always blue, the day always passes too slowly, you always say that graduation is far away, but a turn of the eye we have to go our separate ways ...... the afterglow of the setting sun, scattered sprinkled on the surface of the sea, the sea breeze whisked away, took away the tears in the corner of the eye. That dry grapevine, that bamboo wooden rocking chair is still shaking, ushering in the morning sun, send away the evening sun, and yesterday's everything has long been a thing of the past.
Grandpa went away, with his tears gone, leaving only the angry sea and the tears of remorse. When the sun is still hanging in the western hills, when the evening wind is still blowing through the cheeks I do not know how yesterday's yesterday here, but I know how today is in front of me ...... here machines roar, in the quiet night as the beast's wail.
Here the sea water is black, exudes a burst of stench, floating dead fish with the waves swaying, in the setting sun on the sea surface exudes a dazzling light. The blue sky here has faded, replaced by a gray cloud over our heads.
The sea is so muddy that you can't tell the line between sea and sky. Whether everything here is as it was yesterday, I do not know.
But I know that the tears in the corners of my grandfather's eyes, but can never be wiped away. Yesterday's yesterday, whether the sea and sky muddy, foul smell burst? Is the dead fish floating, the machine roaring? Grandpa said this is not yesterday yesterday, where the sea water is blue, the breeze is fresh, the fish are happy, seagulls fly.
The teardrops in the corners of his eyes glistened in the sunlight. I asked my grandfather why he was in tears, and he said, "The wind blows."
I asked my grandfather why he didn't wipe it away, and he said, "It's the tears of remorse, the blood of the heart, and it's not wiped away." I don't understand remorse, and I don't know the blood of the heart, but I know that is a sharp knife, inch by inch cut grandfather's heart.
I asked my grandfather how beautiful it used to be. He told me that in the evening, the setting sun dyed half the sky red, and the afterglow spread the water "half a river, half a river red", the setting sun is reluctant to leave, just as the children are reluctant to leave the sweet sleep.
Every ebb tide, the beach is full of jumping fish and beautiful scallops, dotted with colorful golden beach, the children's laughter, the waves caressing the sand of the sand sound ...... everything is beautiful, everything is picturesque. I said grandpa lied, that blackened sewage, that floating garbage, how come the fish? Grandpa always sighed: "That is the sins of mankind ah! If only it were as it was yesterday, how wonderful it would be!"
The grandfather left, in the sea and sky color, with his tears and his "lies" gone.
I walked past the beach yesterday, I saw the fish kissing the beach, colorful scallops, the blue sky with a few white clouds, blue sea water under the floating seaweed, the boat driver in the distance roared a fishing song, the breeze stroked my cheeks, bursts of seawater freshness drilled into my nostrils, the feet of the loose land scratching my feet, the setting sun, but also for the sleepy earth covered in a gold dress. The sunset also puts a golden gown on the sleeping earth. The first time I saw the game, it was the first time I saw the game, and the second time I saw the game, it was the first time I saw the game.
And today everything has changed, not full of shells on the golden sand, do not see the free play of the fish, only to see the black water of the sky, the noisy night, I read the blood of the grandfather's heart, tears of remorse. The gray sea in the distance, the sea in the distance is still howling ...... heart trembling, tears flashing.
Oh, that is the blood of my heart, that is the tears of my remorse, that is not wipe away the true tears ah! Tears vaguely I read the grandfather's eyes full of sadness and expectation. When the setting sun still hangs over the western hills, when the evening wind.
2. "There is a flower blooming all over the memory" in the good words and sentences good paragraph and a bunch of heartEveryone in the depths of memory bloomed an inconspicuous flower, perhaps sad or happy or perhaps thick thoughts. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a flower in my memory, but I'm sure I've never seen a flower in my memory.
The screen gradually enlarged, thoughts were pulled back to that time. It was when I was still a lively and lovely little girl, and there were two smiling old men beside the little girl, who were my grandparents, and we were sunbathing together. The smile of my grandparents, like the winter sun in my heart, warm, warm my heart melt.
But these days were not long, when I was in the third grade of elementary school, my father and mother planned to take me to the city to study. The night before I went to the city, I cried, I sat on the bed for a long time, and my grandmother also sat with me for a long time. Grandma told me that I could call her if I missed her, and that I could come back for summer or winter vacations.
I shed tears on the way to the city again, during the time I lived in the city. I cried and made a scene, but with the passage of time, I gradually stopped crying and making a scene. But my thoughts of you remain the same, so I buried my thoughts of your door deep in my heart, hidden in the music this inconspicuous little flower.
3. Memory of you essay 600 words to write their ownMemory of you, innocent and kind. The memory of you, happy to help others. The memory of you, your face always hangs two dimples, smiling at me. Memory of you, but also always in my discouragement to inspire me to keep moving forward, give me confidence, courage. You brought me the most unforgettable memories of my life. Carved in the mind, stay in the heart.
Memory of your smile: time to stay in our fifteen years old, when I was working hard for the midterm exams, but a few tests down to the results of the low so that I was discouraged, and also wanted to give up, but you told me to believe that I can do, with a smile to let me understand, do not give up when it comes to difficulties, to have confidence in yourself, the balance of fate will tend to your side, and achieve the final victory. Let me remember: success is always on the road. (Wujiang City, Zhenze billion dragon mahogany - billion dragon literature )
4. good sentence about memories, memories of junior high school memories of the pastThe most beautiful is not a rainy day, is once with you to hide from the rain of the eaves.
Memories of the picture, in the swing, the dream began to be not sweet, you said to put down the gradual love will go farther, perhaps the fate of the sign, only let us meet. The most painful is not my heart, but wash your warm face.
Memory of the wreckage, in the seething autumn wind, gradually disappeared into thin air, tears began to fall, you slowly walk away, perhaps the moon old red line, only appeared on the night of the full moon. I have never seen your face ghostly and confused like in front of me, never tried this taste bitter and bewildering and with sweet.
When you say goodbye silently and do not know whether you will meet again in the future, when you slowly turn around and step into the sea of people gradually disappeared, a moment of that romance as a phase of slow mirror, look at a lifetime has not been tired of watching. Pro parting romance, but came too late, why the dream in the breakup of the moment the most brilliant, nameless points degree of romance, and finally stay low lament, time can turn slow? Our school is like a big garden, how beautiful, how lovely, we thrive here.
As we walked into the classroom, we saw the fog rolling in from the window, making the classroom look like a big steamer. Spring makes the earth new, spring gives the school full of spring color, spring gives us joy and hope, urging us to move forward.
The campus has a fascinating four seasons: peach and willow green spring, flowers and leaves in the summer, maple red chrysanthemum incense in the fall, pine green and snow white winter. The four dilapidated school buildings have disappeared, the brand-new classrooms and meeting rooms stand inside the barrier-like fence, and the small and exquisite communication room guards the west side of the gate.
In the middle courtyard of the school there is a diamond-shaped goldfish pond, which has many small red goldfish, they are chasing and playing in the clear water. Describe the good words and sentences of high mountains Good words High mountains 群山 qishan 荒山 slopes 山林 千山一碧 万山丛中 千姿百态 山石壮胆 山明水秀 山清水秀 山高树茂 谷下有谷 青山绿水 青海青山 峰上有峰 清逸秀丽 寸草不生聳立云霄 云雾缠缠 奇峰耸立 巍然屹屹 standing 山势雄伟 群山簇立 千山万岭 好句 The mountains exposed to the clouds seem to be islands like a cluster and a smear of suspensions. The mountains are like islands suspended in the open clouds.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful flower cloth. The mountain waves and peaks, layers upon layers.
The mountains are black and pale without edges, and the cliffs are cut and axed like the sky and the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The Dragon Head, like a tomb towering in the night. The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is appallingly quiet and gloomy. The ravine was filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain is like a shy girl, hidden, sunset, the remaining light across the light. Describing Autumn Good Words Good Sentences Good Paragraphs Anonymous Good Words Autumn Autumn Equinox Autumn Mid-Autumn Autumn Color Autumn Harvest Autumn Rain Autumn Fruit Autumn Frost Twilight Autumn Autumn Wild Early Autumn Late Autumn Golden Autumn Autumn Autumn Day Autumn High Heights Autumn Rain Autumn Season Autumn Wind Sleek Autumn Wind Sending Sharpness Dyeing of Layers of Forests Sky High and Cloudy Autumn Clouds and Winter Coming Chrysanthemums Ascending High Withered Branches and Failing Leaves Autumn Grasses Withered and Yellow Gui Flower Flower Fragrant Autumn Heat as Morning Mid-Autumn Moon Viewing Good Sentences Autumn's beauty is ripe - it is not as shy as spring, as frank as summer, and as introverted as winter. It is not as shy as spring, as open as summer, and as introverted as winter.
The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not as charming as spring, as hot as summer, as subtle as winter. Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, as charming as winter.
The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind of the Dong village is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are floating and languid. Describe the good words and sentences of high mountains Good words High mountains 群山 qishan 荒山 slopes 山林 千山一碧 万山丛中 千姿百态 山石壮胆 山明水秀 山清水秀 山高树茂 谷下有谷谷 青山绿水 青海青山 峰上有峰 清逸秀丽 寸草不生聳立云霄 云雾缠绕 奇峰耸立 巍然屹立 山势雄伟 群山簇立 千山万岭 好句 The mountains exposed to the clouds seem to be like an island like a tuft of a smear of the suspension. The mountains are like islands suspended in the open clouds.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful flower cloth. The mountain waves and peaks, layers and layers.
The mountains are black and pale without edges, and the cliffs are cut and axed like the sky and the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The Dragon Hill, like a tomb towering in the night. The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes people dizzy.
The deep valleys are appallingly quiet and gloomy. The ravines were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain is like a shy maiden, hidden, sunset, the afterglow across the light. Describe the tides of the good words and sentences good paragraph Anonymous Good words sea tide sea wave ebb tide river tide night tide tide tide tide sound wind wild sea tsunami water and sky meet shocking waves waves beat the reef waves surging seated on the ground and rolled rushing tumbling Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Roaming river boiling wave ten thousand hectares sound like a golden drum water splash flying 亘如山齿 奔腾叫嚣 rumbling sound like thunder air as fine rain Good sentences sea tide like the team of the charge, drumming, shouting, desperately rushed to the beach.
The tide was several feet high, and it came in a rush. The crazy tidal flood is full of frightening horror and inscrutable mystery.
The tidal wave, like a huge thunderstorm, rolled over the ground like an army of thousands of horses, and ran downstream amidst shouting and hissing. The tide was raging like a demon, churning foam and losing its equilibrium rhythm.
Rapids beat the rocks, ten miles of the coast at the same time golden bells ringing, clanging, very rhythmic. The spring tide is rising, like the sound of pine waves back home, like the sound of a mother calling her daughter.
The dark green sea water, rolled up as high as the walls of the huge waves surging over, the formation is really like a thousand horses galloping to the enemy charge.
The mood, such as the spring breeze gently plucked the strings, such as the evening flowers floating down the soft waves. When the tide rises or falls, the sound of the rhythmic beat of the beach, like a mother patting the baby to sleep issued by the lullaby.