Remember that time, is to celebrate the "June 1" festival and organized a special open The first time I saw the fire, I saw a fire in the sky, and then I saw a fire in the sky. On the stage, the colorful balloons dotted between them, colorful, really make people's eyes confused. With the host's exciting voice, the party began. One by one, the program was brilliant, laughter, shouting, applause, a 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 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 representatives of the Young Pioneers led us in shouting slogans, and several spirited Young 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 Rhythm, around the fluorescent fire danced a collective dance, some two a group, some into a small circle ...... The entire playground was infected by this atmosphere, everyone all boiled, began to revel in ......
What an unforgettable night ah! In the depths of my memory, this beautiful memories, and the flavor of the ten thousand colors, as a surging song, often in my heart singing ......
2. Beautiful memories
The past time no longer exists, but, leaving me the most, is the memory of the 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 sang loudly and walked along the field paths. 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 vigorous us?
I recall summer, the season of new green. In that small garden belonging to me, countless small flowers and grasses grew. The grass was shiny green, while 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 and sucked the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, accompanying the bee and settling down everywhere. Isn't that bee, in fact, our hard-working gardener?
I recall the fall, with the harvest season. The fields, look, full of gold, with the wind constantly undulating, like a wave of tumbling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears hang all over the branches, is so watery, call people 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 exactly our harvest?
I recall the winter, the season of warmth. Although the leaves have fallen out, but also occasionally visible 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 harsh, but that a New Year's greeting card is full of warmth. It sends students a friendship, a sincere, that blessing, is not that long warmth?
I recall the past, more yearning for the future of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Let them be full of birdsong, covered with new green, destined to harvest, overflowing with warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!
3. Life leaves a lot of good memories, they are like the beach glittering shells, from time to time, let you pick it up, chewing and savoring.
Night, the silence is terrible, not even a trace of wind. A few sparse stars in the sky blinked their eyes, and the fires of a few houses in the distance had gone out, but I was still sitting on the sofa, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
The radio was playing Zhou Hua Jian's "Friends", which reminded me of the day I left my alma mater:
It was raining, and I wandered around the campus alone with my umbrella. It's so beautiful here - the flowers and the trees. Once upon a time, this place was full of laughter, and everywhere was the sound of books. But soon I will be leaving this beautiful campus and embarking on a journey of study in a different country.
The flagpole on the campus, straight up, how many Monday mornings, we held a flag-raising ceremony here. That playground, leaving behind the passion we had when we started the school sports day.
The teaching building is already in front of us, so kind and familiar, reminding 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 on every day that we don't realize; it is the beautiful dandelion flowers that fly up gently and fall down again leisurely.
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 came out of my glass shell to gaze into the future toward the sun. 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 there is no coming back.
4. In our lives, there is always something we feel aggrieved about, of course, I have, today, I will tell you about it.
My family used to have a lovely kitten, it is called "NuoNuo", it is understanding, but sometimes also very naughty and mischievous.
It was a Sunday morning, my father and mother were not at home, I was alone at home to do homework, the kitten "NuoNuo" on the side of their own to play, "NuoNuo" a moment on the ground rolling, a moment in the cupboards running and jumping, a moment to jump to the small stool , a moment to jump to the small stool, a moment to jump to the small stool, a moment to jump to the small stool, a moment to jump to the small stool, a moment to jump to the small stool. Jump to the small stool .......
Suddenly, a "pop" sound came into my ears, "What's going on?" I asked myself. The sound came from the living room, I rushed to the living room, found the vase on the cabinet broken, many pieces on the ground, I can not help but be stunned by the scene in front of me, I immediately reacted to the "NuoNuo" accidentally broke the vase, I look around, only "NuoNuo I looked around, only "Nonno" hiding in a corner, shrinking into a ball, seems to not want me to see it, I went over to "Nonno" said: "Nonno, it's okay, next time pay attention to Oh! "Nonno" seemed to understand my words, nodded his head, then I thought, the bad thing is still to come.
At about eleven o'clock, my father and mother came back, and as soon as my father saw the pieces of the vase, he came towards me and said to me seriously, "Why did you break the vase?" With that, he was going to start punishing me, I was so scared, luckily it was my mom who protected me.
Today, my father and mother still always think that I broke the vase, I really want to make it clear to them, but I have never dared to write this essay today and say that it is considered to make it clear to them.
This is the thing that I feel aggrieved, I tell you to listen to, you also tell me about your aggrieved things.
5. The most beautiful memories - close to the sea
When I was a child, the sea was a beautiful dream for me, warm sunshine, gentle sea breeze, golden sandy beaches, blue sea water can only be seen in my dreams. At that time, I often thought that one day I could step on the soft sand, shout and run 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.
The summer vacation when I was twelve years old, 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, soon will 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 the young me rummaged through my brain's scarce knowledge base, and actually recited a sentence without thinking, "Sending a mayor to swim in the sky and the earth, a small drop in the ocean".
I spent the whole day at the beach. I built dunes on the sand, looked for shells in the rocks, and caught crabs. Of course, I didn't forget to taste the sea water, salty with a bitter fishy flavor.
The first trip to the sea ended in my laughter, and I was y impressed by the sea's broad-mindedness and majesty. Although he is not as perfect as in my heart, I still love the sea y and long to see it again next time.
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 wanted to see the sea at night. The parents did not agree, they were busy chatting, playing mahjong with others, let me go alone and they do not feel comfortable. I'm not sure if I want to go alone, but I must 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.
The third time I saw the sea was many years later. In the summer 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 may be my most memorable one, because I see is no longer familiar with the sea: the sea water 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 was deterred from touching the water, let alone tasting it. The beautiful figure of the sea in my mind was shattered. Facing the boundless sea, I felt suffocated for the first time. From that beach back, there is a long period of time I was sullen, I do not understand how people can be so cruel to the heart, is money really so important?
From that time on, I never went to the beach again, not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't dare. I don't dare to face the sea again, I just want to keep the beautiful memories about the sea in my heart, until I grow old.
6. The most beautiful memories
You and I, met in the wind, in the leaves will fall in the fall. I looked back, on your charming smile, for a moment, the tide of darkness, two pairs of hands from different directions, suddenly clenched. You smile, gently a "hello", will push open, I have hidden heart, I do not know whether you feel my irregular heartbeat, meet, for you and me to open up a piece of fate of the sky. There is no embrace, only a smile, as if everything is clear. The two pairs of hands clenched, into the distance between you and me, the name of this distance is called "friendship".
Friends, you are not my only, but a beautiful memory of my heart. In the gentle breeze, I would like to feel your happy breath, hear your familiar words, you told me that you like the fall, like the fall of the light, that is a kind of life off the beaten track, you like the fall of the leaves, you said that is another kind of beauty of life. Although it does not have the tenderness of spring, the passion of summer, and the ruthlessness of winter, it has a deep feeling that only belongs to the fall, and that is the kind of feeling that people who have the most feelings are most looking forward to. You said you can hear the sound of the "yellow butterfly" crying, repeatedly chanting: "can't bear to leave, can't bear to leave ......".
You said, whether it is people or animals, will hate to leave, but there is no such thing as an unending feast under the sky, the one that should come will still come, the one that should go will still go. So, no matter whether it's a caveman in the night or a flute in the late fall, what you can't blow out is always a deep sadness and a vague feeling of parting.
You said, every ignorant child aspires to grow up, but when they grow to know the time, they will be like us every day singing: "I do not want, I do not want to grow up ...... I don't want to grow up will still grow up, so some people will self sigh: "I obviously still fifteen or sixteen years old child, why the vicissitudes as if early seventy years old eighty." No one can say why. We always avoid growing up, but also to avoid the reality, I just hope not to carry too many expectations, such as the love of light people will always have a kind of inexplicable fear of darkness, such as me, such as you. You told me that you like summer rain, like their dash, their wild and unrestrained. It seems to foreshadow us: to live is to live yourself!
That fall day, I gently asked you: "falling leaves in the end is the pursuit of the wind, or the tree does not retain?" You smiled at me and said, "You little fool, how always like Qingzhao general elegance? In fact, the falling leaves is not the pursuit of the wind, nor is the tree does not retain, but the leaves of their own regretless choice, although they gave up their own branches, but their abandonment of the achievement of the next year, another beautiful, which is the greatest value between the take and the give and take, in fact, people should also be the same, life is helpless, people live will have many dreams, but the eternal luck can not get the thing, then you should learn to give up. Sometimes even if you get can not have a lifetime, then you should know when to let go, 'do not care about the sky, only care about once have' is another kind of life dash, know how to pursue, know how to give up, so that the life will be beautiful." What a beautiful narration! In an instant, the sea of my heart surged with infinite emotion. Thank you dear friend, thank you for letting me understand another kind of life's true meaning.
You are right, "There is no place under heaven." You told me you were going far away, I was caught off guard, and I couldn't even weave a vision. The parting platform, I desperately told myself, can not cry in front of you, hold your hands, even if there are a thousand words, at the moment but do not know where to start, the last only sentence with a choked voice issued by the "Bon voyage!" You gently withdrew his hand, I looked at your eyes, red, and crystal liquid, that is clearly tears. You don't turn your head, don't want to be discovered by me. My tears slipped down without warning, like a lonely star falling from the sky. You turned your back to me and said, "You have to be happy!" You set off on a long-distance train. I desperately cried out, desperately waved my hand, wanting to catch your breath in the air, until you disappeared at the end of the world, slowly spread his hand, but nothing ......
You're gone, I will burn your face into the bottom of the heart, your words carved in the roadside colorful yellow droplets, so that they drift into my heart together, into the most beautiful memories!