Use the depth of memory to write a paragraph with the following content:
The time flies by, and the time flies by. Open the gate of memory, and as the torrent of time flows into the depths of memory, time seems to have stopped a lot. The autumn night was deserted outside. The autumn insects covered their ears and hid quietly. They danced one-step in cold sadness wrapped in black clothes. The rain was suddenly thrown down hard. The road The wet sycamore leaves nearby hit the roof tiles heavily, hitting my heart.
The pale test paper fell feebly from the table, stabbing my heart coldly. The bright red score in the upper right corner pricked my eyes. I felt that the bright red was slowly melting. With a strong smell of blood flowing in my heart, the figure of my father slamming the door and going out quietly played, rewinded, and played in my mind again and again like a black and white movie. The cold eyes made me feel cold towards him.
The rain outside the window screamed, and I lay on the bed mechanically. The yellow light outside the window gently shone in, but it seemed to be incompatible with the room, and the light gradually became sharper.
Time is moving quietly, step by step, like a child who refuses to stop running, silently engraving on the picture of youth. The complicated hustle and bustle of the city, the busy traffic outside the window, and the jumping neon lights blurred my vision. I tried hard to break free from the constraints of the rigid framework, but found that the troubles in my heart were twisted into a mess, and it seemed that I was unable to recover. But a breeze blew slowly, causing the dust to fall freely into the depths of the soul.
The warm sunshine shines warmly on the heart, and it suddenly melts like a piece of candy that cannot withstand the high temperature. The body is surrounded by the sweet peach taste inside and outside, and the light pink breath dances quickly. It touches the soul, refreshes the heart and spleen, and outlines a delicate and happy picture with its unique sweetness.
The scene deep in my memory began in that ordinary and simple farmyard. The sky is full of stars embedded in the dark blue night, and a faint, tiny light can be seen sneaking out through the flowers and plants. Every flower, every grass, every tree and every tree spent our childhood in games with me. Grandma’s kind smile, my friends’ innocent smiles, and the ubiquitous breath of nature accompanied me from the warm day to the peaceful and quiet summer night without leaving a trace.