The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy.

With the passage of time, the golden dream of childhood also quietly passed away, but full of childish scenes have long been in my memory of the heart of the sea frame.

The other day, when I was looking for something, I stumbled upon a photo album that had been hidden in the cabinet for a long time. I was curious to open it, childhood memories vividly ......

Turning to the first page of the album, reminding me of the time I picked strawberries with my father. When we walked out into the field, I rolled up my pants legs like my dad, wore a big straw hat, and held a plastic pot in my hand. After I was fully armed, I followed my dad. Because I brought too many things, I am small and small, walking a wobbly, like a duck. My dad couldn't help but laugh when he saw me in such a sorry state. He simply picked up the camera, "crack--" to take this picture. Now that I see it, I really want to go back to the old days when I was in the world of the innocent.

"Hahaha..." I laughed freely. This photo was taken during a trip to Zhuhai. My brother and I were chasing after each other on the marble paved square, running in a carefree mood with happy smiles on our faces. Mom took the picture when we were not looking. When the photos were developed, I saw that my brother had flown. It turned out that when mom was taking the picture of us, my brother was doing the jumping thing. Whenever we had guests over, I would take out this picture and show them, "My brother has become a fairy!" And then my brother would stare at me in disbelief, which made me laugh and cry.

Turning the page, I saw a photo taken at the Panyu Xiangjiang Wild Animal World. Behind me and my brother is a big artificial tree, which opened its mouth as if it wanted to devour us. But my brother and I are still smiling, relaxed ......

Looking at a photo full of childish fun, I feel like returning to that carefree childhood. Although these are old things, but they are like a small glowing shell, forever left on the beach of my memory. Agreed

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2011-12-8 20:14 Favorite Pineapple Honey | Level 2

Treasured Memories --- 1 ---

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye, I've already ascended the ladder of twelve years old. These twelve years, I am on the road of life, leaving a deep and shallow footprints. Nodding a glance, the mottled footprints, showing my own colorful life. In this footprints, there is a deepest and biggest, it floats in my mind, lingering ......

It was a sunny afternoon. I was humming a song, jumping and skipping as I "popped" into a swimming pool. The playground had several water slides and a pool almost as big as a lake. I didn't know how to swim enough to go to the center of the big pool, but a few water slides were enough to get me excited.

I entered the swimming pool, ran to the top of the water slide with ease, sat down and slid down. Enjoying that long-lost pleasure, listening to the whistling wind in my ears, really can't say enough about the pain ah! When I slipped dozens of times, slippery after, I walked along the "lake" side of the circular waterway, see this waterway has a gap leading to the "lake" of the vast water. I quickly made my way through the waist-deep water toward the gap. Before I knew it, I was standing at the edge of the gap.

Seeing that the depth of the water in the pool seemed to be about the same as that in the waterway, I stepped up to the gap, ready to step into the "lake," when I suddenly felt the water deepen! I was so shocked that I stepped into the water and fell into the deep water.

I went down in the water, came up again, and found myself in the center of the lake, the deepest part! After sinking and floating a few times, I choked on my throat. Unable to struggle, I had to let myself sink and float in the water, and it was pitch black before my eyes ......

I felt that I was no longer sinking and floating, but sinking.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed me and lifted me to shore. I felt like those seconds of sinking and floating were as long as years.

I opened my eyes. In front of me was a strange uncle. Seeing that I was fine, he said to me with concern, "Are you all right, take care of yourself" and left.

It turned out that the uncle saw me struggling, and without thinking, he swam over to save me. In my twelve years on the road, this incident has been treasured in the depths of memory, lingering. Those medals and red flowers representing honor will be forgotten as time flies. However, I can never forget this incident, but also can never forget this I do not know the name of the life-saving benefactor - it let me know what is love, what love is the most valuable.

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Treasured Memories ---2---

In life, there must be such and such things that make you excited, make you excited, there must be someone who has cared about you, helped you. These people or things have left you with wonderful memories. They are treasured in your heart. When you recall these things, you will be thrilled again, excited again, cry again, laugh again, and gain strength. Thus now I whenever I hear classmates buy books, to the weekend home, I will be y reminded of the past ......

Remember it was when I was in second grade, I want to buy a book, so I asked my mother for money. When my mother heard that I wanted to buy a book, her face changed, but she didn't scold me, but said proudly, "Good! I'll take you to buy it tomorrow." When I heard these words, the joy in my heart could not be described in words. Mother also showed a smile, but it did not last long, my mother finally lost control of their moods to show a look of embarrassment, this time her face is too ugly, simply shocked. I was anxious to ask her what happened? Mother, but she said she went shopping experience is not deep fear of being cheated. At that time I believed it, but now I would say nothing to believe that my mother would not know how to buy things! In fact, the family was not doing well at that time, once the semester's tuition was paid, there was only a little money for pig feed, so how could there be so much money for me to buy books and pens and so on? But at that time I was too young, and finally forced my mother to buy a fairy tale and a "New China Dictionary", the total only spent 20 yuan, but where did the 20 yuan come from? But where did the 20 dollars come from? Was it my mother's "private money"? No, our family is already poor enough, how can my mother afford the "secret money" ah!

Later, when I was in the sixth grade, I learned that my mother had sold one of her best dresses to my aunt in exchange for the money. Speaking of which, the dress wasn't that great, but it was the best for my mother. What about finding all this out or having it with buying books? To be honest, we needed to buy our own materials for the sixth grade promotion exam. But before I could talk to my mother about it my aunt found out and told me all about how that 20 dollars came to me that year. At that time, I thought of my mother's feelings when she begged others for me, and thought of my mother being sarcastic, ridiculed and looked down upon. My eyes are moist, I want to buy the book of the idea is canceled. ......

Remember last year, I have graduated from elementary school. To the middle school to read junior high school, and now I am in the school, this school is more than ten kilometers away from my home, walking when it takes about three hours, this time I have no companions in our village, come and go just me a person, but I'm not afraid, not lonely, because my mother often come to halfway to pick up me to send me to pick up my waiting for me to a few hours outside of the village when the road, when the week she would be waiting for me in the original place, I was out of breath and came to her, always give me a picture of the urgent need to get to the school, and I was very happy to see you, but I'm very happy to see you. She would always give me an anxious but happy face, never smiling. But this time it was different, when I came to the place where I stayed, but I didn't see my mother, now I was anxious, I was worried that my mother might have an accident or something had happened to the family, I was so scared and so uncomfortable. My face changed all of a sudden. I didn't know whether to go or wait for my mother here. At this time of uncertainty, I suddenly heard someone calling me, and when I listened carefully, it was my mother's voice. At this time, I was even more sad and happy, and all the worries and concerns in the front of me were gone, but I was just happy to have the ability to speak clearly. My mother quickly came to me, her face full of "apologies", tears were about to flow out. She came to me in front of only told me to let you wait a long time, today something delayed some time ......"

About me and my mother's past can be more than one, always some things are with the push of time for me, for the mother are gradually forgotten, but some things are always treasured in the memory, can never be forgotten! I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to forget it, but I'm sure I'll never be able to forget it!

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The memories ---- 3 ----

I, an ordinary middle school student. But lifting the memory of the past, remembering them - care and help me grow up, I doubly feel that they are ordinary people in the lucky, this deep sense of understanding from the "listening to my mother tell stories" of the early years of interest, more is their own personal feelings. Whenever others praise me for being smart and healthy, my mother always brings pride and relief, and I understand the care and value that she puts into raising me. In order to provide a good environment for their baby, I was born and raised, my father personally cooked and prepared delicious meals for my mother. Dad also tried to make mom happy and in a good mood every day. Now I can have the title of "Sunshine Girl" thanks to my mom and dad's fetal education. Whenever people praise me for the spirit of my hands flying on the piano keys, I thank Dr. Zhu from the bottom of my heart. When I was five years old, I was greedy for eggs and put my tender hands into boiling water, which scalded my hands. Dr. Zhu, for the sake of not leaving scars on my hands in the future and having a pair of beautiful hands unique to girls, ignored my mother's sobbing and my grandmother's heartache, and focused on operating on me, helping me to peel off the skin of the scalded hands little by little. So that the new skin could grow back flat. When I cried out in pain, Dr. Zhu patiently advised me, "Son, be brave." Thinking about it now, had it not been for Dr. Zhu's careful treatment, how could I have the dexterous and white hands I have today? Dr. Zhu, thank you so much! Whenever my teacher praised me in class for being brave, responsible and helpful, I thought of my family's nanny, Auntie Liu. I remembered that when I was six years old, I climbed up to a high cupboard to get a toy, and my feet didn't stand still, and I fell head first. Auntie Liu rushed up in an arrow step, and held me with both hands, and she held me in her arms, and said one after another, "Don't be afraid, Auntie is here. " Deeply afraid of touching me, while she herself broke her little thumb. Auntie Liu, how are you doing in your hometown? Mingmin misses you! Nine years old, and my mother went to Qingdao travel, I was separated, I was very scared, a person in the street crying, then a kind uncle to help me find a hotel, but also to the radio station to paging, and finally found my mother. Today, I can have my home and my mom and dad thanks to that unknown uncle in Qingdao. This scene constitutes an ordinary me, complete me, lucky me, think of these often touched, really feel: my life does not only belong to myself, I live not only for my own, because I grow up every step of the way there are so many people who know, don't know people care about me, support me. I want to treat myself well, cherish myself, and use my life's hard labor to repay the people who cared for me in the past, present, and future. At this moment, I silently bless them in my heart: good people live in peace!

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Treasured memories --- 4 ---

In the galaxy of memories, there is a sun-like blazing and warm star, once it was her, let me read the Mother

When I was a child, I loved my mother the most, she sent me to kindergarten every day; she laughed every day to put me to bed; she tenderly called me by my breast name every day ...... She was the cradle of my childhood, the object of my pampering, and moreover, a gentle haven for me all the time.

But as I grew older, I was tired of my mother's nagging day by day, and even ignored it ......

It was the dusk of a weekend, I went to play soccer with my partner, and did not lazily return home until nightfall. As soon as I got home, my mom launched a series of shots at me with a slight complaint: "Ugh, there has to be a limit to playing soccer! Look, what time is it now, the food is also cold, really worried about mom ah, and--" "And and and, you have no end ah! You're always yelling when you come home, it's so annoying!" I snapped back at my mom in a bad mood. This may be the reason why I lost the game, and my mind was eager to vent my emotions. "You ......" Mom was so angry that she couldn't speak at once. She reddened her face and said word by word: "Good ah you, want to rebel? Quickly give me to go and eat properly!" Originally in a bad mood, I heard even more angry, "You told me to eat? I don't want to eat! Hmph!" After saying this, I turned my head and walked straight back to the house. "The door was unlocked with a click. Let mom in the room outside the door and scolding and coaxing, I do not care, the heart is also proud of the thought: "Humph, who asked you to enter the house on the scolding me, I do not come out, see how you!" Just when I got my way, mom only left this sentence: "If you don't eat, forget it, it's none of my business if you're hungry!" The house then quieted down. My mood slowly calmed down, wondering whether it was my fault or mom's fault, thinking, but found that tired and hungry. Forget it, there's nothing to do anyway, I'll just sleep until morning. I lay heavily on the bed, a blanket over my head, but toss and turn, how can not sleep. Why? I was always thinking about my mom. I wondered if she had eaten yet. Is she still angry with me? I am not too much ......

I do not know when, I fell asleep in a daze, but also had a dream: mom and I play together, she smiled at me, I also smiled at her ...... Suddenly, she asked me: "Want to an umbrella? Mom will get it for you." I refused, thinking, "Where's the rain coming from on this sunny day? Mom just faintly smiled and walked away." Who knows just at this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, I immediately felt uneasy in my heart, to the direction of the mother left while running and shouting: "Mom, don't leave me no matter what, don't leave me, don't ......" and the mother did not seem to hear it as if, slowly, faintly, disappeared into the sky. disappeared in the sky, only to leave me in the haze of despair running wild ......

"Mom--"I almost cried out and woke up in a shock, and realized that I have been full of cold sweat: it turned out to be this was just a dream! Calm down to realize that the surrounding is already dark, the stomach has been almost to the back, have no choice but to go out to the kitchen to find food. So, I tiptoed out of the room, gently opened the dining room lights, to see the most touched scene ever: mom fell asleep at the dinner table, in order to wait for me and fell asleep! In her side of the bowl of rice has long been frozen, leaving only a few mouthfuls of her traces, but then I saw the table on a large table of food, but surprised to find that the food should be cold there is still a trace of residual warmth. All of a sudden, my mind came to mind mom in the middle of the night still thinking of son will come out to eat, but also in the get hot stove to the dishes to warm up, for fear that the dishes are cold son eat will be out of order ...... Tears once again came out of the socket, just regret, but more is touched ...... in the haze, the I unintentionally anti-first mom's face has the marks of the years, before I was naive to think that my mother can always be young and beautiful, and always to me in every way ...... I quietly took out a jacket to my mother to put on, and gently touched her hand - at that moment, I understood my mother, understood her love, love her son, love how hard it is!

I remember someone said--

Mother is like an umbrella,

in the cold rain,

for her son to hold out a piece of warmth;

Mother is like an umbrella,

in the blazing sun,

for her son to bring a touch of coolness.

How! Mother!

You brought a miracle to your son's life,

ordinary, selfless, great!

Son will always honor you,

love you! Agree

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2011-12-8 20:53 Username of Chunfei Zhang | Level 2

Treasure - this sweet

Life is often trivial and unbearable, sometimes even like a bowl of Chinese medicine. But if you finish the bowl of Chinese medicine, you will find that there is a sweet beauty behind the bitter.

I remember that it was a summer vacation, I was ambitious to bring a half-baked sheet music, want to use the flute to play it out. However, just after blowing a line, I realized that I was wrong: hoarse voice, intermittent phrases, as if squeezing a nearly exhausted toothpaste. Oh, my God! That's what I blew out! I've been learning the flute for a year now, and it's just not good enough for my ears. Those who haven't learned the flute can't understand this kind of heartache! When the world of music in your heart is so terribly destroyed, anger is often uncontrollable: I began to bang on the table and chairs with my flute, drew on the sheet music, and spent the whole afternoon staring at the sheet music and sulking. At this time, a thought always flashed through my mind: forget it, give up! However, whenever I think of the beautiful music that springs up like a spiritual spring, I force myself again and again to pick up the flute, and once again to face that piece of sheet music that is both boring and monotonous.

In this way, I persisted. After countless hours of practicing and correcting, the whole piece gradually became smooth. Towards the end of my vacation, I finally learned the tune. With the joy that only the successful have, I listened to my own work: the rhythmic sound, the ups and downs, the beating notes leaping out from my fingertips, and I was mesmerized by myself. I am very glad that I did not give up during the most difficult learning process. I once again realized the beauty and sound of music and the joy it brings me.

In fact, life is not like that? The best and most beautiful sweetness, if you do not have to be strong to overcome the difficulties, how will have? The joy of success, weak without the wind and frost, how to feel? This song brings me, not only the music itself is happy, but also gives me in the very difficult after the pain, brought the sweetness of success. This is not also the ordinary trivial life, the bitter sweet a beautiful?

I want to treasure this sweet, is my own in the future road of life, the more frustrated the more courageous! Agree

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2011-12-11 13:19 1015211839 | Level 2

The treasures of my heart

"Can know that some things some people, stay in the day of the occurrence of refused to go." Open the photobook of memories, the treasures of my heart, the moments of happiness.

The dance of the wind

Like the wind, like the wind's unrestrained, galloping in the wind feeling, really good. Of course, I yearn for the wind and moon on the willow bank; I favor the beauty of the "wild willow dance with the wind"; I long for the grandeur of "the wind rises and the clouds fly"; I love the boldness of "the sword roars in the west wind and wants to put the spring to stay! The most favorite of Su Shi's "The Winds of Determination" is the one he wrote. The most favorite Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo": "Do not listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, there is no harm in chanting and walking slowly. The bamboo stick and shoes are lighter than the horse. Who is afraid of, a straw raincoat smoke and rain Ren PingSheng ......" Although Su Shi "life floating in the rain", but "look back to the place of XiaoSe" but can lament "The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of the situation, and that I have a good understanding of the situation, and that I have a good understanding of the situation.

I'm a grain of sand, I know I'm small, but I'm going to treasure this song "Tingfengbo" in my heart, free and easy to dance with the wind ****, how about you

Traces of the sky

"The sky did not leave the traces of the wings, but I flew over." I like this line, like this "life can have a few times to fight, this time do not fight when to fight" attitude.

Each of us is a point in the vast world, insignificant. I don't want to be famous in history, I don't want to be immortalized for a hundred years. I am a shooting star, leaving my instant beauty in the canopy; I am a bunch of fireworks, leaving my short-lived splendor in the night sky; I am a bird, although the wings are not full, but I have the courage to fight the sky. It is my long-cherished wish to draw a perfect arc in the dome of the sky. "I have flown", even if the Trail of Heaven does not belong to me, I will keep this sentence deep in my heart until I grow old.

The End of the Clouds

It is a pleasure to climb the ladder of literature and wander through the vast sea of books. My favorite novel is "The House of Grass", which is a very simple story about the lives of children in the countryside. But from it, I saw the beauty of human nature, the purest and truest love, the kindest and most simple feelings. The romantic flavor that flowed between the lines infected me and plucked the deepest string of my heart, called humanity. But I have to face today's bizarre, paper-drunk city, perhaps the softest place in people's hearts in the end of the clouds. There, this book is the home of this love.

Cang Zhitao

He likes to listen to songs and find his soul from music. Favorite song "Starry Night": "hand in hand one step two steps three steps four steps looking at the sky, look at the stars one two three four connected to the line ......" looking up at the sky, quiet, clear, Starry Night.

Listen carefully, you will hear the sound of the Cangzhitao, which has the majesty of the ocean waves, but also "clear spring stone flow" of the gentle. The sound of the sky is the sound of the sky, the true meaning of music, the deepest part of our soul. Make a wish, tell yourself, along with the faint "Starry Night" together treasured in the bottom of the heart, eternal ......

A word, a sentence, a book, a song, very simple. But treasured in the heart, is the accumulation of time, the crystallization of emotions, the sublimation of happiness

My heart's treasures

I this person is the love of money, under my bed there is a drawer, most of which are small toys, there is also a newspaper wrapped in a very tight cardboard box, which is my hundreds of dollars in savings. Inside this small stack of paper was a little red envelope, all handmade, and inside the little red envelope was a square piece of paper with a few drops of water imprinted on it. Whenever I cheerfully counted my savings one by one, the long outdated and worn red paper could evoke memories ......

My wife lived in the Railway Temple (a few years later, I don't know if these words were written correctly). I remember it as a shabby, silent village with the occasional chicken bobbing on the stone steps looking for something. Whenever a vehicle drove by, the several meters high yellow soil has been raised like a thick fog, so that people can not breathe. Because of its silence, I am not fond of going back. But every time I go back, there is a person to prepare me my favorite fruits, like pears, oranges, and this person, is Mrs..

Every time I come to my wife's bedside, she is always happy to take out a small bag wrapped in a towel from under the pillow, and open it, it is those "gifts". When she gave it to me, she also added: "This is what I picked up for my baby! It's been on the shelf for more than a month." Perhaps I was too young to be grateful, but now I can realize that it was a kind of love that warmed me to the core.

No one ever told me why my wife stayed in bed, and I never asked, until one day I attended her sad funeral, and I realized that I could no longer see her, could no longer see that pair of wrinkled hands handing me red oranges. And I didn't even shed a tear ......

Alas, one less person who loved me like that!

After a few years, my mother gave me that red envelope, saying that it was made for me a year before my wife died, and it was still unopened, so I carefully tore it open, and there were five ten yuan RMB inside. On the outside of the piece of paper was also written, "Jiajia, I wish you good health and progress in your studies." I clutched the somewhat torn paper package, and tears quickly flowed down and dripped onto it. My eyes flashed back to six years ago: yellow soil, skinny chickens, a cottage, a bed, and my wife, but her face was too blurry, and I tried to see it clearly, but couldn't. Her love tightly surrounded me, more sad ......

Another three or four years later, I have become a junior high school student, and these things, this piece of paper, I have been treated as the most precious treasure in my heart!

Elect me!!!! Agree

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2012-2-29 17:25 gc1060555794 | Level 1

With the passage of time, the golden dreams of childhood also quietly passed, but full of childish fun that scene has long been fixed in the sea of my memory.

The other day, when I was looking for something, I happened to find a photo album that had been hidden in the cabinet for a long time. I was curious to open it, childhood memories vividly ......

Looking at a photo full of childish fun, I feel like returning to that carefree childhood. Although these are old stories, but they are like a small glowing shell, forever in my memory of the beach.

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2012-3-3 16:34 Hotties

Small village

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2012-3-8 22:06 Hotties

With the passage of time, the golden dream of childhood has also passed away, but the scenes full of childish fun have been in my The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.

The other day when I was looking for something, I found a photo album that had been hidden in the cabinet for a long time. I was curious to open it, childhood memories vividly ......

Turning to the first page of the album, I remembered the time I picked strawberries with my father. When we walked out into the field, I rolled up my pants legs like my dad, wore a big straw hat, and held a plastic pot in my hand. After I was fully armed, I followed my dad. Because I brought too many things, I am small and small, walking a wobbly, like a duck. My dad couldn't help but laugh when he saw me in such a sorry state. He simply picked up the camera, "crack--" to take this picture. Now that I see it, I really want to go back to the old naive me in the world.

Looking at a photo full of childish fun, I feel like returning to that carefree childhood. Although these are old stories, but they are like a small glowing shell, forever in my memory of the beach. Agree

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2012-3-19 20:13 Shuru God and Poseidon | Level 2

With the passage of time, the golden dream of childhood has also passed away, but full of childish scenes have long been fixed in the sea of my memory.

The other day, when I was looking for something, I happened to find a photo album that had been hidden in the cabinet for a long time. I was curious to open it, childhood memories vividly ......

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