Touch a period of time
The lingering feelings lingering in the heart, unforgettable memories deep brain, here gently caress, that a most precious time.
During my childhood, I lived with my mom and dad, together in my hometown. Dad is a worker, he is bent on wanting me to be able to become a success, the glory of the ancestors, but also always emphasize: "Education should start from the dolls!" So I was taught to read and write from a young age, and reciting ancient poems every night was essential.
Summer nights are the most favorite time in memory. The wind blowing gently across the body under the tree in front of the door brushed his cheeks, rolled with a few silk cool toward the people attacked, extraordinarily cool. I was so greedy for the shade here, my dad and I carried a recliner over every day to cool off and memorize our books.
"The grass from the original ......" I memorize the voice loud and clear, can be said to be "only heard the thunder rolled in"! I was afraid that my sleepy dad would not pay attention and go to play chess with the Lord of the Week again, and did not hear the sound of my memorization. Usually, however, my dad would tell me to stop for a moment, pinch my face with his hand, turn around to face me, and yell at me with a grimace on his face and a hint of sadness in his eyes: "Keep your voice down! Your father, I'm not deaf! If you raise your voice any louder, everyone else will be woken up by you, and they will still be sleeping!" After that, he pinched my face a few times. In the face of my dad's powerful aura, I lowered my head and silently answered in my heart: "Actually, you are also fast asleep, but coincidentally I woke up!" But in order to save my face from the "disaster", I had to hold a small book, continue to recite my poem, but, obviously, my voice suddenly weakened.
My dad was reading with one hand on the arm of the recliner and one hand on my book. Our family's little book "from ancient times to the present", in the home are only two states! One, closed, thrown in my father's face, my father actually do not even want to take! He's a lazy bum! He seems to know this poem by heart, but I still think my dad just fell asleep and didn't see it! (Playing with the Chowder again, yuck! Lazy dad, lazy dad!) The poem was opened and held in my dad's hands as if it were a treasure, and he read it carefully. Yo, yo, yo, it turns out that my father does not know this poem, he is also learning to memorize it! If I laughed, my dad would turn into a wolf and pounce on me - either tickling me or pinching my face. If I didn't surrender, my dad would never stop! A bad father who loves to bully! Personally, I hate it! Now I just want to spit out a sentence: "Dad, please don't always bully the little one with the big one, okay!"
The wind that slowly brushes by my body as I memorize ancient poems and ride in the cool, rolls up my small happy time, and flies to the far away place together. Even though the time that has passed can not be undone, the little thing that happened in that summer day, will be fixed in my mind for eternity.
The time of that summer night was printed as the most pleasant ever in my life. One day in the future, when I touch this time again, I will think of my always lazy and annoying, but always the most favorite of my working dad
2014 lingering happy time essay 800 words"Are you happy?" "Yes, I am very happy!" "Why?" "Because it's snowing today!" Happy moments happen to everyone. Some are small, some are big. It's snowing, and my happy moment has come!
Playing in the snow
"Swish, swish, swish, swish", I "made" a snowball, "snap" hit someone's face. A "snowball war" began, I hit you, you hit me. However, the explosion is happy and joyful, a snowball inside, the composition is excited and happy. Everyone was smashed after the sound is not "ouch? It hurts!" Replaced by "Oh! That's funny!" Tired of playing snowballs, we began to build a "huge project", a handful of snow constitutes this cute little snowman, although the project occasionally have some inevitable small mistakes, but the sound is no longer: "annoying! Don't play!" Instead, it was, "Oops! It's pretty slippery." We piled up snowmen and played snowballs ...... Although it was cold as hell, this kind of delivery of joy and happiness in the hearts of people and people turned into a stream of warmth that flowed through our hearts, and we were all warmed up. We have been playing, the feelings in our hearts are: joy, happiness, excitement, warmth.
Eating snow
Playing, hands numb, feet numb. Then sit on the snow pile, decided to rest, but the throat is dry, due to the action just now, so we are exhausted, and want to drink water, how to do? I thought for a moment and turned my crooked mind to a handful of snow. I took a handful of snow in my hand, and when no one else was looking, I quickly sent it to my mouth. Hmmm! The taste was good, I thought to myself: others should be thirsty, why don't we recommend the snow dish to others? After I said that, others started to taste it. What we ate was not only snow, but also happiness, joy and warmth. Every pinch of snow contained a lot of happiness. Watching my friends eating snow, I not only thought: snow, this must be the purest thing in the world, it not only quenches our thirst, but also quenches our worries and unhappiness.
On the National Day, my mom took me, my brother and her friends to Yangjiaping Zoo to have a pleasant day, and recorded a happy time for us with the camera.
In the photo, I am wearing a white dress and pants, with my arms crossed, taking a picture of a large flower bed in full bloom, which I like. There are all kinds of flowers in the big flower bed: red like fire, white snow, yellow over light ...... Under the background of flowers, the grass looks extra green, the sky looks extra blue, surrounded by a tall and upright grandpa tree to help people shelter from the wind and rain. Here is a good place to take pictures, mom let us freely choose the location of the photo, I chose a large flower bed in the flowers.
In the process of shooting, my mother asked me to cross my waist, and then asked me to take a victory pose, and then asked me to gently touch the flowers, and then asked me to do a naughty expression ...... hard enough, I realized the pain of modeling. Mom's technology is not good, shooting a few to shoot a technical enough photos, this photo on my hands crossed the waist, face like a small flower smiling, next to all the flowers, in the flowers, I look extraordinarily gas.
After shooting this one, we then went to another attraction, some of the dappled trees as a backdrop, some with the blue sky as a backdrop, some in the grass green flowers blossomed on the grass lying down, some in the warbler song and dance in the intoxicated, and some of the reflection of the clear lake water ......
To see the scenery so exclusive, can not let the 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 first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Happy time today, the weather is sunny, the azure sky with floating white clouds, the red sun hanging high in the sky, Xiaohong and Xiaoli came to the beach to pick up shells. Red wanted to make a shell necklace for her mom, and Xiaoli wanted to pick up some conchs as decorations. In the distance, a few seagulls flying in the sky, a few ships on the surface of the siren sailing into the distance, a wind blew over the sea ripples, waves like naughty children you chase me. On the beach there are snow-white shells. The turtle is leisurely. Naughty crabs, and beautiful little conch. Xiao Hong and Xiao Li looked at everything in front of them with big smiles on their faces. What a great day today. Li Tong, the fourth class of the second year
Lingering Happy Times Essay 800 WordsOn the first day of summer vacation this year, I traveled to Bali by plane with my mom. Before, I heard a lot of people say that it is fun there, this time I went to really appreciate the beautiful scenery, feel the endless fun, really let me enjoy.
The first day I arrived in Bali, I rushed to the beach. Ah, the sand here is fine and soft, a golden yellow, and then look carefully, found everywhere are shells, colorful, white, pink, and brown. I also had the good fortune to pick up a purple shell ...... ah, seems to be a single gold, but contains such a rich color, too beautiful! Coral is everywhere, some such as branches, some like a dog bone, and some seem to be rolling mountain peaks ...... really different posture, too interesting! I greedily picked up a handful and a handful, itching to put them all into the bag, take home.
Bunker is no less than picking up shells. Some people pile of airplanes, some people pile of pyramids, there are people pile of buildings ...... and I was with a few foreign children piled up an ancient fortress. Tall and sturdy main fort on the left is a towering watchtower, the fortress has two internal tunnels to the field, in order to wartime needs. It is surrounded by a curved moat, on which there is a movable bridge that can be turned up and down by the main tower. This is our fortress - six children of different colors **** together with a handful of sand to build the fortress. When the fortress was built, we sang and danced around it, and even a small crab next to it joined us in the celebration.
Bali's beaches are so much fun!
In fact, Bali's rich and colorful sports activities are also my favorite. Under the blue sky, the blue shore, I have volleyball, basketball, archery, tennis, swimming, circus, and try to golf ...... This, the most unforgettable is the "flying trapeze" circus activities. When I take the insurance belt step by step to climb to the top of the ladder four or five floors high, my heartbeat from calm to accelerate to almost jump out, but I have no way back, then my mind a blank, only a gust of sea breeze from the ear "whistling" blowing through, when my hands are dead pulling the pole, the body was coach violently pushed to fly out! I closed my eyes tightly and screamed. That thrill, that stimulation, let me never forget, that bold, that courage also let me through the test.
The four-day trip to Bali came to an end very quickly, and I really want to go there again some other day.
I've got 15 essays here, so choose your own
The first one is about the happy time I missed
Childhood is a beautiful symbol of a time that has gone by the wayside, and in its place there is a lot of sadness, and it can't be carried away.
After growing up, the turn of the eye has been junior, there is not much happy time, memories of the past did not leave too much good time. Now, close to the examination, every day in the classroom desperately, the sound of reading in the classroom echoes.
Morning
On six o'clock, "Dingdong ......", the annoying alarm clock from time to time to urge people to get up the murmur, so that I was sleeping soundly I hate a lot, as for the degree, I do not know. But God just gave me a lazy disease, heart
默许, sleep five minutes, sleep five minutes I promise to get up. The result is even more unexpected, a short seamless I actually had a dream. In the dream, I went back to the dream that I couldn't realize in my childhood, wearing a garland of flowers and walking through the woods
. In my dream, I was surrounded by happiness. If you were lucky enough to see me sleeping, you would be smiling. "Get up, you're going to be late"! Mom shouted at the door of the room, dead a heavenly voice, scared me a
body cold sweat, the beautiful dream was also disturbed, the heart of a good pain. I rubbed my eyes and looked at my watch, it's over, it should be 6:50, if I don't get up, I'll be late. The first thing you need to do is to brush your teeth, wash your face, comb your hair, and rush to the classroom when the homeroom teacher is already there.
The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be late for my class.
Sitting in my seat, I thought about all the wonderful things I had just dreamed.
After a day of excitement, I lay on my bed, wishing I could go back to that dream and continue to dream the unrealized dreams of my childhood.
Jumping in the woods was my greatest childhood dream. In my childhood, I missed the happiest time, and now I can only realize it in my dream. Life is always merciless, he let us grow up, face the challenge of fate, accept the baptism of suffering, but for us, they may be a beam of sunshine, can find to want you to enter the paradise, may be a pour of poisonous wine, this will put you into hell
Once remembered a few times there are some things to come to their own side, it let me mature, it let me happy, at the same time, it also let me sad, once fantasized, once pursued, once warmed, back to the present time, it is a good thing that I have not seen the world. Once warm, back to the present has become infinite pathos, often sighing the injustice of fate, but also lamented the gift of fate so that someone came to my side, but fate can not always meet the people, and it brought me more is indeed pathos
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Perhaps they are still small, can not understand the true meaning of life, can not realize the height of the love, but I know that we were born as a human being, we live temporarily in the world, we can not see the true meaning of life, can not understand the height of love, but I know that we are born as a human being, we are not a human being, we are not a human being. But I know that we are human beings, we live in the world, we have to work hard to pursue our true love and dreams, but it does bring me
Shaking the ground of the pain of the heart of the injury, all day long immersed in tears, grief diffuse every corner of the body, I was born weak, I was born to love the injury, is not a strong iron bone of the man, I have been disappointed in the melancholy turn of the long time, I have a bitter
Chu can not be said, "If two love is a long time, then it is not a long time, I can not be said, I can not be said. "If two love is a long time, it is not in the morning and evening?"
I should have been looking forward to the future, why is it always thinking about the future, why is it always obsessed with a piece of mind, even if you are not able to get the fate of the begging spirit of their own dedication, I was in tears I have been cut off, but I have no ability to push away the boulders in the way, I can not hold up the collapsed sky, I can only be cursed once and for all the fate.
Essay Title: Unexpected Happy Hour; ? The first time I saw this, I had to go back to the old days, when I was a kid. Life is full of many unexpected joys, these joys are like a colorful pearl, bring us a lot of surprises, the joy of you to those who only want children to study hard adults, how insignificant, but for our children, how precious! Perhaps, the children are just like a small tree, is growing strong, but those heavy bags, but bent our waist, so that we drooped head down, language, math, English, composition and so on these heavy extracurricular tutorials, so that we are overwhelmed by the breathless. However, some little surprises out of the blue give us little joys in our busy schedules. I often have such little joys, like today, when Lego Robotics canceled a class at short notice, so I squeezed out a whole two hours, and what a joy it was! I used the time to go to Sangshan Park with my mom and skate. Another time, the writing class was not held again, another two hours were saved, so I went to a good friend's house to play not only played on the computer, but also picked cherries---? These little accidents give us infinite joy, I love these little joys, I hope I can often encounter these joys in the future.
Urgently "my happy time" essay (800 words)A person and hide in the house, I wait for you to say sorry, forget to wait for a few weeks, forget to wait for a few weeks ......"
My happy time immersed in the "destiny" again.
Our sixth-grade life was hard to imagine; classes were just a lecture, and the classroom was sparsely populated with not many students. I didn't go to class either, partly because the content of the classroom had been mastered long ago, and partly because the questions from the OU class came in like a tidal wave.
My friends and I were stuck in the sea of questions all day long, so it can be said that we don't listen to what's outside the window, and we only read the holy books. The teacher, however, is still shouting in our ears: "Do it again, do it again ......" Sometimes, we sang to the mountains and seas of questions: "Destiny, God said it is you who makes us stick together, or love you, no way to hate you, or Focus on gravity ...... "Gradually, destiny became our mantra, and gradually, we fell in love with the group 4 in love and their singing. Once, after we finished our work, we started chanting "Fated" again, and Sakura suggested that we come and record our own album whose main song was Fated, and listening to that song drifting out from it, we were really happy. On days that almost make people scream, Fated seems to make us find water from the desert, find islands in the ocean, and people's hearts are truly smiling.
Whenever you are in pain, it seems to be a piece of sugar, giving people a slight sweetness; whenever traumatized, it is like a pair of gentle hands, giving you spiritual comfort; when you are fragile, recalling this time, listening to the familiar songs, the heart can not help but be fast, can not help but be warm ......
"Fated, God said it's you, let's stick together, or ......"
My happy times, forever echoing in "Fated".
A wink six past, the years rush, whenever I think back to elementary school life is how happy ah,
I remember in elementary school I have three good friends at that time we are very happy together every day we have a thing to do that is every morning as soon as the school opened the door to go to the flower beds, what ah, pinch the garbage chant. When we were in the sixth grade, our math teacher was so tough, I can't even tell you. Anyway, as soon as we were in math class, it was all about problems, problems,。。。。。。。. We were like a little crazy, but the teacher assigned homework on time to complete, quality and quantity 。。。。。。。。 Sometimes we do not go home after school to go to our school near the hospital to sneak, and oh, our language teacher is very easy to approach, her last name is cow, is a female teacher as long as her class we will do whatever we want, enthusiastic speech, a word to describe, cool, 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 Sundays, we will go to each other's door, I remember one time we played super cool, I, Song in Jia's house to play the day in the morning to write homework, and then in the afternoon to play in the water all afternoon so that all the body is covered in water, the hair is also wet. After playing, I just remembered that I must be nagged at home, it's over, it's over 。。。。。。 I thought to myself, "Oh, my God, I'm still thinking about the reason. But on my way home my clothes are basically dry these are just a not part of my memories, first memories to this
On the way home from school, my ears were filled with happy cheers when I went home, I held the book, quietly walking alone, suddenly, next to the voice of a classmate: "Ugh, you're not a resident student? Why do you walk to school?" I reluctantly smiled, "Oh, my family moved there, it's very close." Said, I pointed to the neighborhood not far away, he asked me, "Do you think it's better to stay in the dormitory, or to go to school?" I was dumbfounded holding the book, looking at the foot of the road ......
And the dormitory "dead" together with how happy ah: in the morning, we get up together, in there are people lazy in the nest, a few of us, will be spoofed to jump to her bed, "hard" to go "beat" her; at noon, we jumped to her bed, "hard" to go "beat" her. "She; at noon, a few of us like a good queue, take the rice bowl, brush to the cafeteria "attack", and then enjoy together happily, often, my rice bowl will appear in a different chopsticks, I know, that is the other" hungry tiger I know, it is the other "hungry tiger's" "claws"; night, is the most happy time for lodging students, especially when we are all washed up, are lying in their respective beds, waiting for the lights out before, that ten minutes, is the time we all look forward to, then we will be joking, being joked about, always do not get angry, but humorous defense for the I'm not going to be able to do that...
In the dormitory, I have an "apprentice", I am most happy to recall that she called me that "master", "master, your homework to write and play it?" "Master, I'm hungry, go buy something to eat. Accompany your disciple to go," at this time, I really happy!
Think of the time we had a disagreement, but also so nostalgic, but left behind is not gas, but happy, maybe it really is "lost, only know cherish", now I just go back to the dormitory, the atmosphere will be thick, but when I go, the words to stay always let me, let me very ...
"Why? Still not go?" I snapped, "Nothing." I raised my head and walked forward, at least, my happy time is still ah!
Essay Summer Vacation Happy Time 800 WordsSummer Vacation Happy Time
On the first day of summer vacation this year, I took a flight with my mom to travel to Bali. Before, I heard a lot of people say that it is fun there, this time I went to really appreciate the beautiful scenery, feel the endless fun, really let me enjoy.
The first day I arrived in Bali, I rushed to the beach. Ah, the sand here is fine and soft, a golden yellow, and then look carefully, found everywhere are shells, colorful, white, pink, and brown. I also had the good fortune to pick up a purple shell ...... ah, seems to be a single gold, but contains such a rich color, too beautiful! Coral is everywhere, some such as branches, some like a dog bone, and some seem to be a continuous mountain ...... really different posture, too interesting! I greedily picked up a handful and a handful, itching to put them all into the bag, take home.
Bunker is no less than picking up shells. Some people pile of airplanes, some people pile of pyramids, there are people pile of buildings ...... and I was with a few foreign children piled up an ancient fortress. Tall and sturdy main fort on the left is a towering watchtower, the fortress has two internal tunnels to the field, in order to wartime needs. It is surrounded by a curved moat, on which there is a movable bridge that can be turned up and down by the main tower. This is our fortress - six children of different colors*** built it with handfuls and handfuls of sand. When the fortress was built, we sang and danced around it, and even a small crab next to it joined us in the celebration.
Bali's beaches are so much fun!
In fact, Bali's rich and colorful sports activities are also my favorite. Under the blue sky, the blue shore, I have volleyball, basketball, archery, tennis, swimming, circus, and try to golf ...... This, the most unforgettable is the "flying trapeze" circus activities. When I take the insurance belt step by step to climb to the top of the ladder four or five floors high, my heartbeat from calm to accelerate to almost jump out, but I have no way back, then my mind a blank, only a gust of sea breeze from the ear "whistling" blowing through, when my hands are dead pulling the pole, the body was coach violently pushed to fly out! I closed my eyes tightly and screamed. That thrill, that stimulation, let me never forget, that bold, that courage also let me through the test.
The four-day trip to Bali came to an end very quickly, and I really want to go there again some other day.
Essay:Happy Time in the Field 800 wordsIn May, it was already early summer.
Looking far away, the fields are green and there are a few farmers working. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the mountains, and then you can see the mountains, and then you can see the mountains.
Walking in the field on the main road, a look is almost as tall as I am, green rapeseed. At this time the rape has not matured, but the flowers have already withered, which disappointed me. There was also a beanstalk plant there, that one full and alive. There is also a piece of broad bean planted next to it, I really want to pick it and eat it.
Go into the field and take a look. Stepping on the soft ground, you will surely see a hole of different sizes, that is the accommodation of river crabs. Please squat down and listen carefully, you will hear the creek singing a clear song. That song can make the people who work hard all day to lift their fatigue off; that song can make the river crabs dance; that song can make the crops grow fast and well. Walking next to the beanstalks, looking at the full, green beanstalks, I really want to pick them and take them home to eat! You see, the birds are coming to grab to eat it, the taste can not be delicious? Next to them there are broad beans, a big, peel a look, a big broad beans in front of my eyes, the small broad beans also stay inside, they may be just out of it! In the field, everyone planted a large bulbous vegetables, sometimes these vegetables are used to cook and eat; sometimes these vegetables are used as a dish for small ducks, sometimes ......
There are also many crops in the countryside in the field, you need to go to the careful observation!