Beginning - Everyone's memory always has more or less memories of childhood. One paragraph after another, like a split-screen movie. Strung together, become a fragment.
The end - life is a piece of music, our footsteps are a scale, to leave a clear footprint on the beach of the years. Spread out the days that have traveled one by one, how long will it be? How much joy and how much pain? How much strength and how much vulnerability will there be? We meet at the lake of the years, and use the experience of life as a commentary on growth.
I will put all the beauty and touching are clamped into the memory of the title page, well treasured. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in my own time.
Material - through the beginning and end, you can write "memories" topic - as follows
Now you are in the kindergarten, looking at the cloudy sky, shivering, listening to the teacher's voice. sky shivering, listening to the teacher said if you do not properly lie on the table will be captured by ghosts and monsters and breathing become soft, thinking that this should be more terrible than numbness and another person collided with a tightly wrapped handwriting on the ground rolled a good wine panicked, but slightly shook his head like and then continue to move.
I thought what a simple child you were! You would wait obediently for your father to pick you up always waiting until the sun set, letting the afterglow reflect your small figure, you would occasionally use two little hands to pick up the door to look out but always disappointed. You've also been caught by a teacher who rushed to the door and broke the school's rules. You've also had the experience of running away from school and breaking the rules, only to be caught by a teacher who rushed home and realized that your dad had already come home but forgot to pick you up.
Your life is colorful and happy. You live and play with the same class of children with the eagle to catch chickens but fell, the head of a big bag is still laughing. You will recite the children's songs your teacher taught you to your mother to win her approval. You will be lying on your own little bed looking at the sky full of stars thinking about tomorrow is again sweet and turn over and smile and sleep.
I envy your life, so relaxed and carefree, I would like to be a child looking up at the sky like you, happily looking at the blue sky, looking at the white clouds, looking at the dark night sky, looking at the bright stars and then happily living without a trace of impurity of the pure life.
From: thirteen-year-old me
To: nine-year-old me
I think maybe you are happy because you have your best friend at this time. Likewise I would like to tell you that 4 years later, my best friend is still him and has never changed.
At this time, you've already shed the coat of a simple and quiet boy, and become cheerful and lively. You will laugh and cry with your friends and then quietly perceive the world, so colorful and changeable.
Sometimes you'll tease your best friend with a prank. You will laugh at the way he wore a down jacket by wrapping himself like a bun. You will compete with him in something is suddenly pretend to cry to see his face helpless and anxious expression. You will accompany the quiet him in the afternoon to think together and often can not resist the loneliness of the mud his thoughts interrupted and then laughed all the time. You will also look at his serious look in class, as well as looking at his smooth skin can not help but want to reach out to pinch his face but was forced back by the teacher's eyes. Time has passed, I want to tell you again is that once he has changed, become complex, so that people can not understand up, changed too much, become I can no longer see from his body the shadow of childhood.
I hope you can keep the most innocent friendship at this time, do not be like me, to once happened to you now no longer exist in the story, sad.
From: thirteen-year-old me
To: twelve-year-old me
Now you, like many people, have become obsessed with all kinds of celebrities, and put their photos and posters everywhere.
You will not be like other students like every day to play hard to learn to learn to do problems to do problems in the hope that they in the graduation and rely on the Bao one of the admissions exams to achieve excellent results. You will still give up those difficult topics, go out and play until nine o'clock to rush home, inevitably parents nagging but always left ear into the right ear out, or I do my own way to maintain their own self-professed good behavior style.
In fact, you have been worried about their own results, because in your report card always lie lower than others scores, because you are in the school's only ranking in the 37th ranked and then sighed quietly put the report card in a drawer, because you see the students who get excellent results in the face of excitement and bragging about the regret of stubbornly turned away from the loss of the departure.
Every day life is still routine, and the homeroom teacher is always tireless in dividing the students into classes according to their grades, as well as dividing all the students into classes. You will always get used to it, just as you get used to the four or five papers that the teachers give out every day as homework.
Maybe you've been longing to not grow up, but the gorgeous, lice-ridden robes of life have made you experience a lot of unbearable realities, and you're still growing up, and you're never going to stop growing up.
From: thirteen-year-old me
To: twelve-and-a-half-year-old me
When you just graduated from the elementary school again stood in front of the gates, when you look at the fish out of the schoolchildren's happy smiling faces, when you are about to fall in tears pulling the hand of a friend scrambled to run away, you know that this once full of all the memories of your six years of school, can no longer be found. You know that this school, which used to be full of all your memories in six years, can never be found again.
When you timidly stood in front of the window to buy food, but you and the former classmates brushed past, you know, those tears and laughter, and can never be reversed.
You always live religiously, believing that one day you will find happiness, but happiness seems to be like a light on the horizon, warming your eyes, making you run forward, but never reach it.
You always want to return to that carefree life as you want the sky to become transparently blue. So you inadvertently saw those overflowing with classmates smiling graduation photo, so you in the class reunion, you actually smiled like that year with the table together with the children standing in the sunshine laughter, inner feel incomparable warmth and happiness.
You still play the role of a good student in the new school, write quietly, read quietly, walk quietly from the campus and then look at everything quietly smile. And you have gradually learned to disguise themselves, looking at the past friends are no longer flawless, no longer simple, just as used to shaking their heads. Because you know, in your smile the happiest time, but inside has a bone-chilling hard to heal the pain.
May you be free ......
From:Thirteen-year-old me
To:Those memories
We, after all, will forget something. The door of memory won't always stay only at the moment of birth, won't allow us to remember all the pain in our hearts. Once made a vow, once flowed tears, once held back the pain, will become a tail in the river of time hidden swimming fish, will eventually leave, will eventually disappear, will eventually wither, and ultimately die.
Those memories, in fact, very good. When memories of the first time I understand the loss of friendship, when memories of the first time I can bravely face the world, when memories of the forgotten people are still clearly presented, I will be able to hide in them, harboring their own small happiness, as a wish, decorated with expectations.
A group of birds flew by in the sky, and they took away who's memories.
From: thirteen-year-old me
Afterword:
Childhood shrunk into a grain of sand, trapped inside my eyes, forcing me to keep shedding tears. Obviously in front of my eyes, but I can not see, obviously with the time has gone far away, but the pain is exceptionally clear as if cut skin.
All of these are written to my past, my past, my childhood.
When God made an ambiguous smile at the top of the head, I was trying hard to learn not to remember, not regret, as if after dropping a tea cup of the kind of regret, but I can not do, can not do.
I suddenly felt like a gorgeous puppet, playing all the sadness and happiness, but there are always countless shiny silver threads on the back, manipulating me even if it is a lift of the hand, a throw.
Now I have changed, I admit that I can not do the real meaning of good boy, that is only once, let me hard to throw away, give me praise once.
Thanks to you, I have those, not memories of memories.
Cherishing Beauty Middle School Essay
Love of beauty, all people have, however, some people only care about the beauty of the appearance, but ignored the inner beauty, in fact, the beauty of the heart is the real beauty.
The Soviet educator - Sukhoms said: "The beauty of the heart is the most essential beauty. Beauty is a kind of gymnastic exercise of the mind - it makes us upright in spirit, pure in heart, correct in emotion and belief." That is why inner beauty plus outer beauty is true perfection. But in life, very few people have both types of beauty.
I have witnessed such a scene on the bus: an elderly grandmother column crutches on the bus, but the car has been full, she had to stand in the middle of the corridor, hands grasping the handrail, looking at the side of the young girl. The young girl, dressed in a flamboyant manner, with MP3s in her ears, gave the grandmother a blank look, with a look of disgust in her eyes, and continued to sway to the music. Suddenly, an emergency brake was applied, and the grandmother stumbled and fell on top of the young girl, who pushed her away without saying a word. At that moment, a plainly dressed woman squeezed over to help the grandmother up and helped her to her seat, the grandmother kept nodding her head, and her mouth kept chanting, thank you! Thank you! The aunt just smiled faintly. Standing at the end of the scene in front of me, I seem to understand: the beauty of the heart is better than the beauty of the body.
In life, like the aunty of helping people like countless examples, such as the white angel, although she does not have a charming appearance, but she has a heart to help the dead; that hard-working farmers, although there is no gorgeous clothes, but has a pure and simple heart, and that ......
Fellow students, we Don't dress up at the same time make the mind to be defiled, beautiful clothes dirty, can wash again, but the mind is dirty, but it is difficult to remove the dirt, so that the beauty of the mind is the real beauty. Let us treasure the beauty, so that the highest clean beauty always in the heart.
Treasure the beauty essay 700 wordsThinking of my grandfather, I can never forget one thing: my grandfather even coaxed me to eat a big bowl of rice noodles - a sunny noon, I was boarding at my grandmother's house for a few days, so I had to eat at her house. "No food! No food!" I said petulantly. Grandma and Grandpa had no choice but to pick up the bowl of rice noodles.
Suddenly, grandpa had an idea and said, "If you eat it, I'll give you TV." I've always loved watching TV since I was a kid, but this time, I don't even want the chance to watch TV. Grandpa saw that I was so determined, and there was nothing else he could do. Grandma had to pick up the rice flour to heat it.
Grandpa paced around while thinking of a way out. And I was reading a book on the side. No matter how much Grandpa coaxed and lied, I shook my head like a wave drum.
Grandma heated up the rice noodles and brought them over again. Grandpa suddenly in a hurry, kindly said, "If you eat it, I will take you to the 'Golden Sands' Square to play." "Good!" I was so happy that I jumped three feet high, and immediately devoured it, and in a short while a big bowl of rice noodles was "wiped out" by me. "Haha! Fooled, fooled ......" At that time I did not understand what it means to be fooled, but from grandpa and grandma's laughter, it seems to see that they fooled me, but also competitive, then shouted: "Not fooled! Didn't fall for it!" "Whoa!" The sound, bawling ......
Afterwards, this thing became my laughing stock.
Cherishing Beauty Middle School Essay
Cherishing Beauty
In everyone's memory, there are always more or less memories of childhood. One paragraph at a time, like a split-screen movie. Strung together, become a fragment.
Grandma's house is so old. The wooden boards are worn yellow, mixed with lime and yellow mud. The window is a wooden lattice, a very small window, and the sunlight only comes into the house at noon. Grandma didn't like to turn on the lights, saying it was a waste. So the house was dark at night. At that time, Grandma raised a lot of ducks, and she always went to catch them alone before dark. I was left alone in the big old house. I sat on the threshold of the house, and the big house was like a mouth without end, wanting to swallow everything. I didn't dare to turn around, breathing carefully, not daring to make a sound, hiding behind the door. Grandma found me, took me in her arms and hummed me to sleep. For many years now, I've been trying to remember that tune. But I can't recall it no matter what. Grandma was old, too old to walk. She, too, has forgotten the song.
Behind Grandma's house there are high mountains, a clear river, large rice paddies, tall eucalyptus trees, acacia trees, dense bamboo forests. There is the paradise of my childhood. Almost all the children my age in Grandma's yard were girls. Minnie was the oldest in our group, and in the spring she took us to the mountains to pick wild flowers and fruits. The most fun was on summer nights. We went to the bamboo forest with flashlights to catch fireflies and put them in a small bottle, and then I would proudly tell my grandmother that this was my victory. When we slept in the dark mosquito net at night, the fireflies were like naughty stars escaping from the mysterious sea to play. In the fall, bamboo leaves fell all over the backyard of Grandma's house. We dug a small stove with a small hoe, picked up used pots and put them on the stove, and used the bamboo leaves as fuel to cook "vegetable leaves" for the family. No one has ever eaten the leaves what flavor, but I think there is a light fragrance into the teeth. After all, it was the first time we had ever cooked anything. Winter is one of the most annoying seasons. There was no snow in the south, no life in the woods, and no more cooking in the bamboo forest. Sister Minnie took me to the attic of my grandmother's house to read books and tell stories. I was so impressed by her, she knew so many words and could write by herself, she could tell stories, she could draw and she could sing.
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I left my grandmother's house when I was six years old. Because this year I finally want to go to school, finally want to learn those Xiaomin sister will write the words will sing the song. There were so many children in the school! There were those who could write better than Sister Minnie, and those who could sing better than Sister Minnie, and it was such a marvelous world to my little eyes! I began to have my own friends and teachers; I began to learn how to write; I began to learn how to sing and dance; I began to learn how to read stories better than those told by Sister Minnie; I began to learn to be proud and capricious; I began to be praised and criticized by my teachers; I began to learn how to think slowly; I began to have my own ideals; I began to have a life that I wanted to pursue. Many years have passed, I left my childhood behind, and left those simple and beautiful in a corner. I only cared about my own blind pursuit, only cared about being happy and miserable alone, and stood at the crossroads confused and miserable, not knowing what to do. And that means I want to go back to those carefree days of my lost childhood. Just like when I look at the sky, I always want to see the part beyond my eyes, but I can never see clearly.
Life is a piece of music, our footsteps are a scale, to leave a clear footprint on the sand of the years. The days that we have traveled one by one will be spread out, how long will it be? How much joy and how much pain? How much strength and how much vulnerability will there be? We meet at the lake of the years, and use the experience of life as a commentary on growth.
I will put all the beauty and touching are clamped into the memory of the title page, well treasured. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and what I'm not doing.
The beauty of the heart essay 600 words
There is beauty in everyone's heart, for example, some people love the beauty of the appearance; some people love beautiful jewelry; but I love the beauty of the heart.
The heart is not given to you by others, but you yourself with your own heart to infect others, so that others know that love, everyone's heart is beautiful, it is only that some hearts are covered by the shadow, and make your pure and beautiful heart a layer of shadow.
"The beauty of the heart is really beautiful," a phrase we knew as early as first grade. Have you ever met someone with a beautiful heart? Listen to me tell a story from my side!
It was a very cold morning, an old man was holding a puppy on a walk. At this time, this puppy does not know why stop not walk, how to pull can not pull, it turned out that he pooped, he just casually pulled on the sidewalk, no matter who saw a kind of nausea. The old man hastened to pull it with his hands, and that miserable cry seeped into the heart with a bang. Then he took a piece of toilet paper out of his pocket and carefully wiped the spoils on the ground. Then he threw it into the garbage bin, and the ground returned to its former cleanliness. Look! The heart is so beautiful!
Another time, the day I went to learn guzheng, in the bus as many people, seat all people, but there is a seat empty, it is above some water, no one is willing to dry it, after a while came up a young man, he saw this seat has water, from his pocket out of toilet paper to wipe the water clean, he did not sit down, but quietly away. The young man next to the seat saw a *** and sat down on the dried seat, and said: "Only a fool would do that? But that silly boy is also quite good, knowing that the master is tired, and took the initiative to dry me to let me sit". I heard this sentence angry fire, like a roaring lion just want to a *** swallowed him, angry me. You see how beautiful that middle-aged man's heart is! But that young man is too hateful, do not learn from him ah!
You see, if our country can have a few more people like that old man, young people, then my country will be more perfect and more harmonious.
The beauty of the heart is really beautiful!
"The most beautiful collection" essay
Everyone's heart, there is a belong to their own collection, it may be friends, classmates to give you a gift; it may be a parent to give you a reward; it may be the deepest depths of your memory most worthy of recalling a certain story ...... But what about me? I am different from all of them ......
One afternoon, suddenly dark clouds, with the rumble of thunder, rain poured down. What to do? I didn't bring an umbrella! After school, stay in the classroom I do not know what to do. Suddenly, I saw the familiar figure - my mother - appearing behind the colorful umbrellas! She was holding the umbrella while walking towards me. When she came to me, I realized that the corners of my mother's coat and shoes had already been soaked through. She herself was unimpressed, handing me the umbrella and saying, "Take it and go home quickly." At this point, I opened my umbrella and followed behind her. Without realizing it, I noticed a few more strands of white hair on my mother's head! I couldn't help but bang: my mother was getting old! Not only did she work all day long, but she also had to take care of my daily life. Not only that, she always helped me when I was in trouble, and encouraged me when I failed. The years have not been kind to me! My mother will eventually grow old with my growth, so let me treasure this strand of gray hair, treasure this contains a strong mother's love of gray hair!
At this point, I remembered the time when I was sick, my mother was anxious, anxious like ants on a hot pot, and is to take medicine, and is the water, but also constantly ask me about my condition, that a voice of concern, a sentence of greetings, such as a stream of warmth flowing into my heart. At this time, I felt a sense of happiness and satisfaction that I had never felt before. However, unintentionally glimpsed the corners of my mother's eyes a shallow wrinkles, my heart is very bad taste, my mother for me to pay so much, I am with a cold war and quarrels to return her! Looking at my mother's concerned and gentle eyes, I resent myself, why did I hurt her heart again and again! How I want, how I want to treasure a wrinkle of the mother, that has a deep mother's love wrinkles!
Thank you, mother! Thank you for letting me grow up step by step in the full of love. For me, the journey of life is still very long, but I would like, I would like to treasure a wisp of my mother's silk, a wrinkle of my mother, a sip of my mother's smile, a hug of my mother, a word of advice from my mother, and my mother's deep love for me. I would like to treasure all the mother's everything, put it forever as the most beautiful collection in my heart, let this most beautiful collection, and then on the road of life, become my eternal companion ......
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A line of sunshine, strung together are discordant shades, listening to the sky Outside the joy of the birds, draw a branch of new green, sculpting the windows of nature's heart, so that the closed mind to enjoy the harmony of *** ......
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Nature opened her fiery embrace, embracing me.
In the lonely afternoon, the encounter with nature made me like a genie with wings, letting go of my mind.
The bamboo forest is secluded and the river is gurgling. Bamboo leaves in the sun's strong invitation to lazily with the wind together with the landing in the tree shadow dappled yellow mud, and yellow mud for friends, but often with the wind for his interpretation of the Latin American style of Latin dance, so that the companions also stopped to watch and listen to the gurgling of the river accompanied by ......
Followed by the footsteps of the wind to the The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
A breeze blew, in the edge of the sea ripples slowly spread, spread ...... gently soothe the deep sea blue melancholy.
Another gust of wind, the sea became active, the sea water swept the beach, the boat in the waves laughing; a few seagulls in the sky across the beautiful arc and add a few points of music to them.
The wind, the sky, the sea - suddenly realized that nature is so beautiful.
Perhaps there has been despondency, despair, and loss of hope, but that and the wind accompanied by the sea like ripples of friendship but the wounds in the heart to smooth out, in a word of encouragement and comfort, and once again, strong stand up, began to laugh, began the journey of life.
Starlight, mist, twilight drums, morning bells, the bright moon carried by the long moon, the court tree shaking broken fine shadow, the night song of the wanton and melodious, are all natural.
A ray of sunlight streaming through the vine-ten, a slight breeze of peace dancing the branches and leaves, and a light song accompanying the dance, are also natural;
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Perhaps some may ask, "Why have I never felt this beauty? " Because this beauty is treasured in the depths of the heart, it should be felt with the heart.
The definition of beauty has a different understanding in the eyes of different people, and everyone's favorite beautiful things are not the same. But I think most people should be the same as me, love that the most natural, green beauty.
Wonderful nature is full of colorful, colorful evening sunsets, white clouds, blue sea, blue sky. Ah, if you want to say what is missing, yes, less dazzling green.
Outdoor travel, what I see is that a large piece of a large piece of green, when the line of sight touches that dazzling green, my mood in a moment of clarity. Breathing in the fresh air created by that green, I gradually merged into that desirable beauty.
Isn't it God's destiny that the beauty of the world won't last? The original me, think that the bright green will be like an eternal star in the sky, I can always face, appreciate that belongs to its unique beauty. But perhaps, I was wrong, it is not an eternal star, but a fleeting meteor. That beauty is beautiful, but also short-lived. That familiar green, quietly diminishing.
I went out again, found that once full of green, now, has been reduced a lot. The original green, constantly being replaced. In its place is a high-rise building.
The beauty around us is being lost, shouldn't we protect it?
I want to protect, I want to protect, we should protect!
This is a beauty that belongs to the Earth, to all life, to all human beings.
This is a beauty that belongs to the Earth, to all life, to all human beings. Since it belongs to us, we should be more, more obliged to protect and treasure the beauty that belongs to us, right?
The beauty around us is being lost, don't we all have a heartache?
I am heartbroken.
I'm sorry.
Don't wait until you can only see the green in your own home flower pots, only to know regret.
The Earth is a watery blue planet, the photo of the Earth has a blue sea, white clouds and the indispensable green, no matter what is missing, it is no longer a complete Earth. The earth is our home, when the home is no longer complete, what about us? What about us? We, will still be complete?
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