There is a photo under the glass plate of my bedside table. The little girl with a childish face and a piano in her hands in the photo is me. Whenever I see this photo, I always think of an incident that happened in kindergarten. It was the day when I was 6 years old. The bell rang and everyone was playing outside. I saw the teacher correcting homework, sitting on the piano in the corner of the classroom, singing "Counting Ducks" that the teacher just taught me, nodding my head and pretending to play on the keyboard with my hands. At this moment, I felt that I was really playing a ballad. Gradually, I seem to have entered the dreamland, watching the ducklings swimming in the river under the bridge in front of the door, and then coming to the river to count "one, two, three, four ..." Suddenly, I woke up from the dreamland with a click. I quickly got up from the piano bench and ran to my seat.
The teacher came up to me, bent down and asked me, do you like playing the piano? I nodded at once. The teacher called me to the piano, sat on the piano stool, squared up and played emotionally. The teacher smiled, his hands moved and jumped freely on the keys, and the piano sounded like a bell.
A beautiful piece of music played from her hand fascinated me. I was immersed in the sound of the piano and seemed to forget everything. Listen, I feel like I'm in a vast field. Holding a whip, driving the sheep happily. The sun shines on the earth, birds fly freely in the blue sky ... I am silent in the embrace of nature and enjoy a happy time. ...
It was that close contact with music and the emotional expression of kindergarten teachers that made me fall in love with music and chose Ouhai Art School and piano.
Now my piano has passed Grade Five, but as long as I see that photo, I will recall the happy scene six years ago.
2. Good memories of the fifth grade are 450 words.
I remember going to the West Lake when I was in kindergarten. It's beautiful, picturesque! That time I went with my grandparents, and beautiful butterflies danced along the way. I can't help reaching out to catch those butterflies. I ran up. Too many chefs succeeded in catching butterflies and finally caught one. I carefully looked at its wings, transparent, and the color is like sapphire! I think this butterfly is mom or dad. If Butterfly can't find her parents, she must be very sad and anxious. I thought of this, so I let the butterfly go.
In a shop near the West Lake, I saw colorful umbrellas and all kinds of interesting toys ... I took a fancy to a pink peach umbrella at a glance. I said to my grandmother, "Grandma, I want a sun umbrella!" " "Grandma smiled and nodded, took my hand and bought me the umbrella. I am excited to open my umbrella, ah! How beautiful! Grandma took me to the shade, took out her camera and said, "1. 2。 3, eggplant! "I immediately put out a pink sun umbrella and smiled at my grandmother. Grandma quickly pressed the shutter, and the camera was so bright! When I washed it out, I saw, alas, I closed my eyes! This photo is still on grandma's bedside table, which has become our beautiful memory!
3. Good memories of the fifth grade are 450 words.
Looking back on my childhood, I can't help feeling a little naive, but it makes me feel ... on a winter weekend, I was playing computer with a thick cotton-padded jacket, waiting for my mother to buy food. Winter weekend, still calm, not many people on the road. Unlike summer, when everything is revived and cicadas are constantly chirping, the voices of people and cars make people more annoyed. "A-choo ....." I didn't care if a sneeze came out of my mouth, but it came out from my mouth one after another, and my head ached a little, so I stopped playing and fell asleep unconsciously in bed.
"Ding-ding ... My head is still aching with a sudden ringing of the phone." Hello, who are you looking for? ""son, it's raining hard now, and I don't have an umbrella. Come and pick me up. "When I heard my mother's voice, I was afraid that my mother would be worried, so I said calmly," Mom, no problem. "I looked out of the window and it was raining heavily, so I took two umbrellas. When I arrived at the supermarket, my mother saw that my face was blue and knew something was wrong. It's so hot that I have a fever. " At this moment, I can't hold on any longer. When I was dizzy, I fell down. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, and my mother's face was covered with water. I don't know whether it is sweat, water or rain. When my mother saw me awake, she took a long breath and fell asleep on my bed.
I suddenly feel that maternal love is like air, which keeps us alive, but we often forget its existence.
4. Good memories of the fifth grade are 450 words.
Everyone has his own beautiful memories in his heart, hidden in the deepest and softest place in his heart. Taste it, bitter, taste it, sweet and sour, that kind of taste has been deeply buried in my heart. Spring is always a good start. When the kite flew for the first time, I passed the leafy tree and was attracted by it. This is the biggest tree I have ever seen. Sitting in the shade of a tree and holding a book will always be brought into another world, making you forget everything around you. As time went on, I gradually woke up. Looking up, those eyes are like water in a deep pool. That kind smile plunged me into the whole spring. ...
Summer is always a beautiful wave. When Xiao Hegang appeared, I walked under the big tree as always. That aunt hasn't changed at all. I said to her, "the world is so big, I just wander around in the same place, and the scenery outside has never been appreciated." What about you, aunt? " She touched my head and smiled: "Although I didn't walk much, I was satisfied. Because I have walked through many interesting places. " I looked puzzled at that time, but I didn't understand at all. ...
Autumn is over. ...
Winter will be a beautiful sadness. It was snowing heavily. I kept waiting under that tree, but my aunt didn't come. I'm a little depressed and disappointed. That day, I received a note: Thank you for waiting. I will go to the outside world to see, and I will introduce you when I come back.
Since then, I have never seen my aunt again, and that figure is becoming more and more blurred in my heart.
Every time I pass a leafy tree, I can't help but think of my aunt and the good memories of being with her.
5. Good memories of the fifth grade are 450 words.
In the familiar hometown, in the beautiful campus, the naughty when I was a child, the maturity when I grew up, and the bits and pieces in my mind are all our memories. When I was a child, the yard was full of laughter. My mother was cooking a barbecue, and my mother made a string and I ate it. My brother watched me eat, and a drop of saliva flowed out of my mouth, and envy filled my eyes. On rainy days, I am afraid of the dark, so my brother sent me to my room.
After moving, I lived in a lush community and made many friends. They want me to play, so that we can give the little ants a warm home, play roller skates, skateboard, go to school, chat, go to the bookstore to read books, and ...
I moved again. That's an apartment. In the evening, the scenery on the bridge is the most beautiful, and the moonlight is reflected on the sparkling lake. Sometimes, some aunts will go to the bridge to dance square dance, and some children will twist their shares in the back and have fun.
There is a quiet bridge opposite. Whenever our bridge is busiest, the bridge opposite is always the quietest. Although the bridge is quiet, there will always be a bird with a mirror-like lake to chat with. In summer, the blue sky blends with the lake, and the scenery is unparalleled in the world.
6. Good memories of the fifth grade are 450 words.
Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you memorable; Childhood is like a rainbow of storms; Colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable; Just like that winding path, it makes you grow. The wind can't blow away this warm memory; Rain can't hide this moving melody, only the lovely sunshine shines on it and preserves it ... Memories make everything in the world quiet, relaxing, warm, remind you of distant but not distant dreams, remind you of that rain, which is a beating melody. When you fall, there is a force watching you, reminding you to fly the paper plane under the blue sky and the dream you expect.
The clock can only go forward, not backward. Childhood has only aftertaste and memories. ...
There are only memories in childhood, only creation in dreams, and only struggle in the future …
Childhood is a thing of the past. Only by remembering those little things and accumulating more experience can this road get wider and wider. Everyone has his colorful childhood. Childhood is the most precious thing in life. This is the beginning of your life. If you have it, you have a lifetime. We should cherish it.
Dreams often change. Dreams are the goal that people pursue all their lives. Only struggle, struggle, dreams can be realized, and that will become a reality.
Only by remembering everything will you feel good. ...