The one in the depths of my memory
In this world, what kind of people are there: rich, poor, noble, stealing chickens and dogs ...... and my friends around me are no longer a few, everyone has everyone's style, and the deepest part of my memory is that I met a very scruffy-looking man at the station, but he gave me a truth that benefited me. My deepest memory is I met at the station looks very scruffy people, but he handed me a benefit me a lot of truth, and this truth will always be like I go to the station every day to wait for the car, and will be remembered at all times.
Every day I go to school, and waiting for the bus is not an easy part of the process! Today was no surprise, as it was no different from the usual. But as I was walking to the station alone, I saw a blue figure hanging around on the head of the station from a distance, and I was disappointed! It's him again, why so unlucky, or I don't take a bus with him, after he took the bus, I'll wait for the next one? Oops! I should have left the house earlier, now I'm running out of time! What to do!!! With this annoying problem, I wandered to the station, I disdainfully swept a glance at him, not to be shocked, almost screamed out: Oh my god! He wore a raggedy clothes, I guess anyone who looks at it will be vomited out; fluffy, dirty hair, I doubt that he has ever taken a bath in this life? Wooden arms, ugly, I can not help but ask a question: how many years he ate meat ah? His shoes surprised me even more: had he never changed them since he was a child? Or this is not a pair of shoes at all! This made my impression of him even worse. A little while later, 610 came, and I thought to myself, "I'd better go! Just stay away from him, or I'll be late for school! I "pulled" the transportation card from my bag, and when he got on the bus, I squeezed on, pressed it into the swipe machine, and looked forward: hmmm! When others saw him, they all gave up a seat, afraid of being smeared, this is probably the biggest advantage of this kind of people! I sneered, only to hear him a moment later, "Ah hum, ah hum!" My mood was going into the doldrums, even though one of us was at the front door and the other at the back, but I was still afraid of breathing in his disgust and always held my breath. But then something unexpected happened: a grandfather was hit by a motorcycle car, when the back door just opened, only to see a blue shadow from the car flashed to the outside, helped the grandfather, I also happen to get off the car, fixed eyes, but it was the I despise that "slob" in my heart to help others! I was about to get out of the car, but I saw that it was the "slob" that I despised in my heart helping others, and the old grandpa didn't seem to appreciate it, but scolded him instead: "Don't touch me! It's dirty!" I thought he would fight back, but he didn't want to retort, just sighed softly and quietly walked away. I didn't say or think much about it, but, I had made sure that my disgust for him was gone, and I thought a lot as I walked to school.? ? Xiaohuo Essay Network
A person, you can not just look at his shortcomings, looks, but to look at an appreciative point of view, so that you will find that the only shortcomings of a person is that there are too many advantages.
Essay 2: "He in the depths of memory" 700 words
He in the depths of memory
"You, you're small p!" With a call, I turned around and saw him. Tall, wheat-colored skin, and the same unchanging bad smile. He and I met by chance on the road.
At the moment of seeing him, the memories deep in my memory were aroused. He used to be the lawless "skin king" in the class, and I was the class president. At that time, the teacher arranged for me to be his classmate, hoping that I could help him well.
One day after school, I was late out of the building because of duty. The sun is setting, the playground is bathed in the afterglow of the colorful sunset. In the distance, the pigeon house is also covered in a sunset red. At a closer look, there was a figure squatting in front of the dovecote, although his back was turned to me, but I still clearly recognized him. I hesitated for a moment and eventually walked towards him. "What are you doing?" I snapped, standing behind him. He was silent, only slightly turning his body sideways. I saw a white dove with a white cloth tied around its left foot lying in his hand. "Is it hurt?" "Uh-huh." He nodded, "Last week after school, I saw it flapping its wings under the poplar tree in the playground, but it couldn't fly to the dovecote. I ran over to it and its foot was bleeding. I took it home at once and bandaged it up." "You came to take care of it every day after that." He nodded. "Why didn't you tell us!" I said as I reached out and gently stroked the white dove's feathers, which were immaculately white and warm and soft. And as if it was humane, it met my eyes on all sides. "Can I help it with you?" I inquired cautiously. "What." He froze for a moment, staring at me blankly, his eyes seeming to radiate a different kind of light. Then he grinned wickedly and said, "Yes ooh, you're not allowed to back out." "Of course."
At sunset, he and I made a promise. One morning, the pigeons finally spread their wings and flew freely with the "army".
Since then, my relationship with him has eased, and I patiently explained the topic to him, and he gradually listened to me, and made significant progress in all aspects?
"Happen to meet, let me buy you a milk tea!" He took a few steps forward and waved his hand at me. "Eh, yeah." I walked beside him, looking at his side profile, I couldn't help but think: it was the touch he brought to me at that time that made me stop measuring people by their grades, grades don't mean everything. A person has the most true and purest heart, that is my highest standard to judge people.
He in the depths of memory
Trees, with the wheel of years recorded the years it has traveled; I use the time to put you in the depths of memory. Grandpa, are you okay in heaven? Every dark night, close my eyes, I always think of you.
In my memory, grandpa is a very tall, simple and amiable person, wearing a black hat every day. No matter what good food, grandpa himself will not eat a bite, are left to us to eat, even if left to mold. There was a time in my childhood when my grandfather spent time with me, and I really miss it now. However, on the morning of March 7 last year, a sudden bad news "attacked" our family, and my tears flowed indisputably: Grandpa passed away! On the day of the funeral, the world was filled with white, and heartbreaking cries filled the small courtyard! My father was afraid that I would be scared and didn't let me go to the funeral home to see my grandfather one last time. From that day on, I had a vague understanding of death: it was only when it was gone that I really knew what it meant to be gone. It is a distance that can never be changed across time and space. I began to fear death, afraid that it will one day take away a loved one around me!
Grandpa has been a farmer all his life, and has never enjoyed any happiness. The first thing I did was to get the money to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car. I'm not sure I've ever seen anything like it. Under the scorching sun, the top of the red sun picking up cotton, half a day in addition to moving forward, always maintain a bowed posture, so who will be sore back. However, grandpa in order to early pick up cotton, to a good price to sell, tired when just wipe the beads of sweat on the head, and then buried in hard work. People in the village said that grandparents are not easy.
I won't forget the night I slept with my grandpa, watching TV late. I was watching TV late, and my grandfather turned to me and urged me to go to bed quickly. After another half an hour, my grandfather came to urge me again, I can't help but be a little impatient, and yelled at my grandfather, "I know, you go to sleep first!" Grandpa was obviously a little surprised, but just sighed softly. When I happened to glance at him, Grandpa was already gray at the temples. My heart was filled with guilt, wanting to apologize to Grandpa but too embarrassed to ask. After a while, I turned off the TV, turned off the light, and lay down on my bed to "savor" what had just happened. Grandpa thought I was asleep, so he gently tucked me in.
It's been almost a year since my grandfather left, and I still remember clearly what he did for our whole family. Although the appearance has been a little blurred, but our happy time together will always be cherished by me. Those images are hastily in the past. From then on, my grandfather was so fixed in the depths of my memory.
Grandpa, I miss you so much, do you hear my call?
The deep memory of him
Years like running water, more than ten years past, many things have been blurred, some searching for the gut and can not be, but there are a few things are still vivid in my mind, so far still fresh in my memory.
Autumn is here, the red maple leaves fall in the ditch as if for the "wrinkled" pavement to add a touch of luster, fish swim lazily in the water, the frogs are motionless to stay in the lotus leaves under the muffled call, the ditch water and the notes of this nature played together to form a beautiful, melodious, melodious song. The song sings: "The hope of life is ahead, don't give up, the victory is ahead!" Treading on the red maple leaves, I walked with him, the maple leaves issued: "Sha, Sha Sha" sound, make people feel desolate, then a breeze blew through the trees on the maple leaves piece by piece quietly, as chemotherapy finished people, no hair on the head, see the front, as if it is an endless road, a burst of bleakness came to life.
When I was a kid, we were crazy together, playing together with picking and tasting the flavor of the tomatoes in the field, together with the long-sleeved shirt cut into short sleeves. Crying together, laughing. In my helpless time, you seem like an angel to guide me. When I think of it, I can see us playing in the snow: "It's snowing," I said happily, looking at the white everything, silver. The creek, the river are frozen, like a big skating rink. "Aigoo, who threw a snowball and filled my neck with snow," I said, shivering. He came over and helped me pick up all the snow from my neck with his hands and a warmth came over me as I looked at his cold hands. "You get the carrots, you save the snowballs, you get the branches" I shouted. Before long the snowman was finished. Looking at the white snowman and then at the reddish hands, my heart warmed. A picture came to mind: "Come on, let's go play soccer," he said. "Yes!" I said excitedly. Soon the sweat flowed from my forehead to the soles of my feet, and he said, "I'll rest for a while, you kick first." I was bored with playing soccer alone, so I kicked hard, but I just hit the glass, "Ugh, I'm in trouble again!" When I was about to run he pulled me back and said, "You want to run after doing something bad? Let's wait here for the master to come!" After a while the master came back, just as I was about to open my mouth, he stopped me and said to the master, "Uncle, I'm sorry! We broke your glass." The master stroked both of our heads and said, "You are so honest and sensible, how could I blame you? It's about time I replaced this glass." Although we are not brothers, but we love like brothers, and how much difference with the brothers? In my growth path you are my mentor, my confidant, my Bole.
He is my good brother, he is the best friend in my life. But unfortunately he died a few years ago because of leukemia, do chemotherapy is he lost all the hair, I really want to donate my bone marrow to him, but my can not match the type. When I wrote this, my tears rolled down one by one like beads off a thread, facing him like this and I could do nothing about it, nothing I could do. In the end, his precious life was taken away by leukemia. No longer see his face overflowing with the old smile, but he left a deep imprint in my heart, Zang Kejia's "some people" said: "Some people died, he is still alive." Yes! Although the body is gone, the soul is forever preserved in my heart. At once I opened the window and shouted: I will always remember you!
Junior high school: Yin Jiasong
Essay 5: "The full marks of the midterm essay: he is in the depths of my memory" 800 wordsFor the love of reading, I have contact with countless images of literature, such as: loyalty to the country of Yue Fei, Zhuge Liang of the wisdom of the superhuman, musical wizard Beethoven ...... but the only one that makes me truly admire! But the only one I truly admire is Cao Cao in Romance of the Three Kingdoms. The reason for this is that there has only been one image like his since the beginning of time.
"The rolling Yangtze River passes through the east, and the waves have poured out the heroes." Cao Cao is a hero in history. To assassinate Dong Zhuo, it is evident that he is brave; to separate Ma Han, it is evident that he is wise. This wisdom and courage, it is impressive.
When Cao Cao was talking about heroes, he said, "Dragons can be big and small, and they can rise and hide; if they are big, they can swallow clouds and spit out fog, and if they are small, they can hide and hide; if they rise, they can soar in the universe, and if they are hidden, they can lurk in the waves." What a great temperament, which is a profound reflection of himself. Defeated, laughed at Zhuge Zhoulang; not ashamed to kneel at Guan Yu, not because of the small setbacks in front of him to give up the big picture. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it.
However, Cao Cao is more admirable to me is his literary talent. Like the morning dew, the death of the day bitter more", full of the Shaoguang easy to pass on the ground of the sentiment. "The old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop 1000 miles," is his great ambition to see the world as his own
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Portrait of the direction. Throughout history, Cao Cao's military tactics and strategies have been slightly inferior to those of Tang Zong and Song Zu ***.
Most people don't like Cao Cao, saying that he is too "brutal" and has done "bad things", but no one is perfect, no one can do nothing wrong, and great men make mistakes.
"Romance of the Three Kingdoms" wrote Cao Cao borrowed the head of the Queen of Cangguan to stabilize the military, if it is replaced by Yuan Shao's good intentions. I'm afraid that the hegemony is difficult to achieve. What's more, "no poison is not a man", this poison is not the other poison, rather than poison, rather than a decisive decision, will not go
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Read Meng Degong, can not help but feel a thousand emotions: Yu of the big, endless; Zeus of the big, boundless. The universe is vast, the earth intermediary gravel as small, people are even more small in the small. Cao Cao district seven feet of body, but stood between heaven and earth, beyond the material entity on the small, to achieve the spirit of the great.
Since ancient times, Meng Degong only one, woo-hoo, in the depth of my memory, Meng Degong immortal ~
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He is stout, very tall, his hair is very thin, almost fell out, it looks like, the age should be more than 40 years old, that back, how kind, so familiar ...... several times I want to use my hands to touch, this figure but in a moment like a soap bubble burst.
Wake up the first thing, is the thought of Dad, a sour feeling in the nose, in the mind, emerged all sorts of images:
"open big ~" "open small ~" I came to a noisy casino, looking for Dad's body ...... "The adults next to me with a disdainful look glared at me for a while, and continue to put into the gambling, dad looked at me with tired eyes, one hand pushed away the crying has not been the shape of the me, and dropped a harsh words: "go away ~ small children understand what, go home and stay ~ Idea, is he, single-handedly the family to tear apart, I hate him, hate him for everything ......
I clearly remember, from childhood, no matter what I do, he will not support me, to me, just a blow, seems to be in his eyes, I do anything is wrong, will not succeed. Because of a faucet unscrewed, he dropped a sentence: "so small things will not do, what is the use of ~" This sentence, it seems to have become his mantra, time and time again to hurt my heart, his hate, deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper ...... until I I don't want to call him a "dad". The Internet shopping essential money saving tutorial website ---- money saving house ．5730．net
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Just like this, I buried him in the deepest part of the memory, never again. Never again, touching the memory ......
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Essay 7: "The full marks of the examination essay appreciation: he in the depths of my memory" 800 wordsThe full marks of the examination But the only one I truly admire is Cao Cao in Romance of the Three Kingdoms. The reason is that there is only one image like him since ancient times.
"The rolling Yangtze River passes through the east, and the waves have eliminated the heroes." Cao Cao is a hero in history. To assassinate Dong Zhuo, it is evident that he is brave; to separate Ma Han, it is evident that he is wise. This wisdom and courage, it is impressive.
When Cao Cao was talking about heroes, he said, "Dragons can be big and small, and they can rise and hide; if they are big, they can swallow clouds and spit out fog, and if they are small, they can hide and hide; if they rise, they can soar in the universe, and if they are hidden, they can lurk in the waves." What a great temperament, which is a profound reflection of himself. Defeated, laughed at Zhuge Zhoulang; not ashamed to kneel at Guan Yu, not because of the small setbacks in front of him to give up the big picture. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it.
However, Cao Cao is more admirable to me is his literary talent. Like the morning dew, the death of the day bitter more", filled with the
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lament on the Shaoguang easily pass away. "The old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop 1000 miles" is a reflection of his great ambition to take the world as his own. Throughout history, Cao Cao's military tactics and strategies are slightly inferior to those of the Tang and Song dynasties.
Most people do not like Cao Cao, said he was too "brutal", did "bad things", no one is perfect, who can not be wrong, the great man will also make mistakes.
"Romance of the Three Kingdoms" wrote Cao Cao borrowed the head of the Queen of Cangguan to stabilize the military, if it is replaced by Yuan Shao's good intentions. I'm afraid that the hegemony is difficult to achieve. What's more, "no poison is not a man", this poison is not the other poison also, rather than poison, rather than a decisive decision, will not look forward to a decisive choice. Cao Cao has enriched the people and strengthened the country. It is "the rule of the world of capable ministers, the chaos of the treacherous", no means is difficult to become the atmosphere of the full marks of the examination essay to appreciate: he is in the depths of my memory.
Read Meng Degong, can not help but feel a lot of emotions: Yu of the big, endless; Zeus of the big, boundless. The universe is vast, the earth intermediary gravel as small, people are even smaller in the small of the small. Cao Cao's seven-foot body, but stood between heaven and earth, beyond the material entity on the small, to achieve the spirit of the great. Since ancient times, Meng Degong only one, ooh, in the depths of my memory, Meng Degong immortal ~
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Composition 8: "material composition: stay in the memory of Deep in the depth of that he.doc" 2100 wordsMaterial composition: stay in the depth of memory of that he Please stay in the depth of memory of that he (she) as the topic, write a narrative essay of no less than 800 words, the requirements of the character personality, the use of a variety of descriptive methods.
The one who stays in the depths of memory
I took the time machine, pressed the rewind button, and crossed the boundary between life and death, just to look for him in the depths of memory my dear grandfather.
When I was a kid
When I was a kid, my grandpa had a big black cow, which had a strong body and big horns, and it was my grandpa's treasure. Grandpa loved the cow, but also like the cow, strong shoulders and heavy hands, is always my solid dependence. At sunset in autumn, grandpa took the cow, the cow's back to carry me, together to the boundless wild, along the way, red than the February flowers of the maple leaves rustling with the wind, like flying butterflies, in the sunset, the maple leaves will be like with the Xiajian like dancing to a spacious grass is still fat, grandpa let go of the cow, from the back of the cow to hold me down, told me a story, he put his rough hands on my face,
The cow's back is not as big as it was when I was a child, but it's the only thing that I know about it. He put his rough hand on my face,
stroked me, rough hand slid over my face, a kind of tickling feeling, but very warm; he told me familiar stories, his eyes put out the light of the spirit, to tell the fun, he would let out a loud laughter, startled the tree full of birds have returned to their nests, and so on the sun completely set, the cows ate their fill of grass, let out the moo moo sound of contentment, and then, the stars and the moon also
I rushed to the hospital room, could not put down the schoolbag, then rushed straight to, dialing the blocking people, see, just grandpa full of white hair, shaking hands, thin body and zero fall of tears. The only thing that came out of his trembling lips from the beginning was my name, only my name
Later
After a year of fighting with the disease, Grandpa still died.
And now
And now, I woke up from a dream, and found that the time machine disappeared like a bubble, leaving only a line of tears on the pillow
Dear Grandpa, are you okay there, and is the big black cow still with you?
Well, no more to say, has been tearful rain, grandpa, I really miss you ah ~
The waterfall of the waterfall against the current, the dandelion seeds from far away floating back, gathered into the shape of an umbrella, the sun from the west to rise, fell to the east, how much I hope that the time reversed, grandpa is still beside me
Remained in the depths of memory of the one she
The flickering beams of light fill the air The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the old days.
Hello, the familiar voice from the other end of the phone.
I'm at my grandmother's house ~
Really, you came back ah ~
did not wait for me to speak, the phone only left the beeping sound but the ear heard a light and familiar footsteps.
The scene in front of me is like a landscape painting unfolding in front of me. With adulterated water ink depicted a skimming a dotted forehead, clear and deep as the pool of water eyes still seem to reflect the beautiful time of the year in a hurry. High nose in the sunlight appears more upright, an upward arc is the world's most beautiful rainbow. Left in the depths of memory, she once again appeared in front of my eyes, blowing the calm memory of the lake, the circle ripples rippled and swung back, rippled and swung back, the stars of the memory of the pearl strung into the most beautiful chain.
Whenever the sun's golden glow spreads over the earth, Xiaoxiao and I will always run hand in hand in the still hazy fields, leaving our joyful footprints, letting the dust beat us. We were curious about the fields and loved every corner of them. So in the field a toss is the whole morning, back home to pick up the porcelain bowl surrounded by hot smoke and began the food journey. The quiet countryside afternoon, the wisps of sleep invaded, with the natural grass and the fragrance of the soil into another world of tranquility.
The flickering beams of light scattered seven colors of light, opened the black curtain. When you get up, you swing to a joyful melody in the small courtyard of your grandmother's house.
By the time the magnificent red glow drenched the clouds, two children dragging the weariness of a day's play would be seen sitting on the concrete threshold of the small courtyard counting the pink clouds.
The fragments of memory that Xiao Xiao and I pieced together together added to the poetry of Grandma's little round house. We held hands and returned to our childhood innocence, to the beauty left in the depths of our memories.
It is said that the human heart ah is not to wait for the wind to blow and self-falling flowers, want to be moisturizing the spring rain of flowers and leaves, dreams for the wind to appease the flowers and leaves. In the depths of memory, our friendship will never wither.
Left in the depths of memory of that she, interpretation of the beautiful, interpretation of human beings for thousands of years will never wither emotion.
Essay 9: "The Depths of Memory Essay" 600 wordsThe Depths of Memory
In the depths of my memory, there is one thing that I can hardly forget.
Once, I went to an OU class, listening to the teacher's voice without ups and downs, looking at the boring numbers and letters, really boring. Mr. Gu's class is so
Boring, I thought to myself?
Finally the class was over. "Oh~ liberated." Xu Cheng exclaimed. I walked over to the window and looked at a pot of flowers, and as I watched, I noticed a hairy
bug crawling out. Suddenly, I thought that Mr. Gu's class was boring, and a "brilliant idea" appeared in my mind. I used a ruler to pick out the caterpillar
and then I found a bamboo strip and hung the caterpillar on it with a pencil. When the time comes, I will start
acting, hehehe. A smug smile of impending success leaked across my face.
When class started, I got my fishing rod and line ready. "Okay, this question?" I took advantage of the teacher's turn to write the equation,
I put the "caterpillar fishing rod" in front of the girl in front of me. The girl screamed and turned white with fear. In order to get rid of my "sin
line", I had to divert the teacher's attention immediately. I hurriedly said to Xu Cheng, who was sitting next to me, "Look, ufo," and I pointed my finger over.
Follow the direction of my finger to turn his head over, did not notice that I put the "fishing rod" into his hands. The teacher saw the rod in Xu Cheng's hand
and said loudly, "You're too bold to use a caterpillar to scare female students in class, come to my office after class." Xu
Cheng was dumbfounded and squeaked, "I? I? No. No." No matter how much Xu Cheng said that he did not do it, the teacher did not believe him. I was so happy to see you," he said, "and I'm so happy to see you, too.
This incident has been hidden in the depths of my memory.
This incident has been hidden in the depths of my memory. Although it has been a while, I still want to say "sorry" to Xu Cheng.
Whenever I come to People's Square, I think of that kind uncle. Although he was just a stranger who passed by, his good heart to help others has been y imprinted in my mind.
When I was 7 years old, I went to People's Square with my brother. As we walked, my brother said he was going to buy a popsicle, so I waited in place. After waiting for a long time, my brother did not come back, so I looked everywhere, but after looking for a long time, I realized I was lost!
How can I not find back to the original place, scared, a *** sit on the ground, bawling.
A lot of people came to watch me, but no one to lend a helping hand. Seeing those strange eyes, I cried even louder.
Finally, an uncle came over, helped me up, and comforted me. I gradually quieted down and the crowd slowly dispersed.
The uncle asked me, "Little friend, what is your mother's phone number?" I said I forgot, only remember my home in Jinjiqiao 56. I said I forgot, but I only remembered that my house is at 56 Jinjiqiao. The uncle said he knew where it was, and he was on his way home, so he could send me back.
Uncle put me on his bike, the sun shone on his body, bronze face appeared beads of sweat.
After a long time, I was finally returned home, and my brother was ecstatic and hugged me joyfully. A smile also appeared on my elder brother's face.
My brother and I thanked the uncle, who just shook his head and got on his bike.
Ah? I stared in amazement. Uncle got on his bike and drove off in the opposite direction ...... My tears filled my eyes. It turned out that the uncle was not because of passing by, but only because he wanted to send me home ah ......
Uncle, your helpful heart makes me very touched. I will never forget you! I will never forget you!
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