A Story Buried in the Depth of Memory Junior High School Essay 800 Words
Two years, it has been two years since I left her, two years without seeing her, I don't know if she is okay. Once, she was the person I hated the most, now she is the person I want to thank the most. In the third grade, the class, the original math teacher was assigned to another class, so she came. Thin face covered with wrinkles, slightly dark, arms like two dry branches, this is everyone's initial impression of her. Without any opening remarks, she came to the class, her voice was slightly hoarse, and she wrote in a very beautiful handwriting. After she gave us two lessons, we realized that her surname was Yuan, and we kept calling her Ms. Yuan, and behind her back, we called her "the devil". The "devil" is very strict, her gaze is chilling [Note: Chestnut: fear, trembling. Not cold but shivering. Describe very fearful.] The whole class saw him to avoid, she always left a lot of homework, out of her disgust and a large number of homework disgust, I began to cut corners [Note: the original refers to the businessman in order to profiteer and secretly reduce the quality of the product, cut the material. Now it also refers to doing things to save time, sloppy and perfunctory]. , was soon discovered, she loudly reprimanded me in front of the class, and will show the homework to the whole class, that class, I have been standing, wait until the end of the class, I cried, although, I do not have any reason, but I hate her. A week later, I was asked to be a parent for a simple reason: I failed to turn in my math homework three times. That day, she finished her lecture, called me in front of her, loudly scolded me, saw my head down, not answer the question she asked many times, violently raised her hand, but for a long time failed to fall, and finally, she waved her hand feebly, signaling me to go back. After class, her last words before she left the door were, "Wang Mengru, ask your parents tomorrow!" The next day, after my mom came back from her place, she beat me severely. So I hated her. The final exam of the third grade, my math score grade group first, suddenly remembered her nagging me a whole lot of words, perhaps, my grades are not just my efforts alone? But the heart still seems to hate her. Fourth grade and changed the math teacher, surnamed Xie, for people and amiable [Note: amiable: kind. Mild attitude, easy to approach]. The teacher is a kind and friendly person [Note: kind. "Devil" because of appendicitis leave of absence for six months, when the class teacher announced the news to us, the class a low cheer, but I was a little lost. Without her strict discipline, my math scores dropped [Note: Originally, the sound of the piano dropped precipitously. Later used to describe a sharp decline in reputation, status, or economic situation]. The final exam, the percentage of the test questions I only took 89 points, which is the elementary school all the final exams, the only time I did not pass the 90-point mark. In fifth grade, she came back, and once again I was asked to be a parent, of course because of homework, and she told me in public that if I didn't let my parents come I would never have my homework graded. In the afternoon, I delivered my homework to her office, and as soon as he saw it was me, his face, which had been all smiles, snapped down, and he tossed the homework aside without looking up and said, "Take it back!" Back to the class, I slammed the workbook hard on the table, tightly biting my lips did not cry, I hate her. In the end or dad went, came back and I spoke long and earnestly [Note: the words are profound and powerful, the feelings are deep and long]. s and I talked once, because of that conversation and the pressure of promotion, I temporarily put aside the hatred of her. I only studied for myself and couldn't let it affect my grades. I scored 104 in math on the promotion exam, second in the class. When I ran into her over the summer, she smiled and said I did well on the test, adding that I had worked hard all through fifth grade and hadn't let her down. I was surprisingly cold and unfeeling about these words. Until one time, an essay topic was inadvertently mentioned. Mom said I should write about my teacher Yuan, because she made me, and I said with my eyes downcast that I didn't want to write. Dad sitting next to me was silent, for a long time, he slowly spoke: "In fact, your teacher Yuan has long said that she likes you very much, it just didn't show it, she one to have great hopes for you, because you have never let her down, she also said that you, a student who has taken the first place in math, is her most proud pupil... ..." raging tears, can no longer stop ......
Second Please take "unforgettable what" as the title, the memory of the most unforgettable paragraph of the family love story of the composition
There are many things in life, there are joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, life can be said to be colorful. Of course, I am no exception. In my life, there is one thing that I remember vividly.
I remember that it was a scorching summer, the weather is very hot, even the clouds are emitting a strange light. That day I was watching the house, the house was very stuffy, my mood changed with the weather, I thought to myself, "This day is too hot, if I clean up the house, not only the house can be refreshed, but also my mood will be brightened up." After thinking about this, I called for a basin of fresh water and began to tidy up the house. When I was in the middle of it, I accidentally touched my mom's beloved vase on the floor and broke it into pieces. The sound of the vase shattering was like a bolt from the blue into my head, making me momentarily panicked, not knowing what to do, I thought: "If my mother knows that I broke her beloved things, will she talk about me? Scold me? Or even ...... "I no longer dare to think down. When I was anxious, what was unpredictable was that my mom came in through the door. She saw that the vase was broken, and immediately raised her sword eyebrow and gave a big scare, "Who broke it?" I wanted to tell my mom the whole story, but I didn't dare to do so, as the saying goes - I have more strength than I need. I squeaked out, "My 5-year-old brother next door broke it." When my mom heard that it was a child who didn't know any better, she didn't pursue the matter any further. But I could see in my mom's eyes that she was very unhappy, so I avoided her at all costs, and of course my interest in cleaning up the house went out the window.
In the evening, the storm has subsided, I came to the yard listlessly, I seem to feel the moon is not as bright as usual, the breeze is not as gentle as usual, the flowers and plants are not as lovely as usual, they seem to be accusing me, accusing me of knowing the wrong behavior, I am ashamed of my heart. I went to the house with my head hanging down, and after thinking for a long time, I finally decided to confess this matter to my mother. I walked to my mother with my head bowed and admitted my mistake in a low voice, I thought my mother would reprimand me, but what I never expected was that my mother would say something to me in a pleasant manner: "My son, as long as you can boldly admit your mistake, which is more precious than thousands of vases... ..."
Mom's words were y imprinted in my heart, so that I have been used all my life.
I hope to help you, hope to adopt, thank you
Three Collected in the memory of the story essay 800 words
Yesterday is not far away from us, but it is already in the past, yesterday, witnessed the evolution of history, is the cornerstone of success. At the same time, we will leave many irreparable regrets in the past yesterday. However, the past has passed, why also remember, why not forget the pain, leaving deep and beautiful memories, better face tomorrow.
The beginning is a breakthrough, but the words are not refined enough. We also leave a lot of good or even bad things in yesterday, but you have to face it eventually, maybe what happened to us yesterday is different from what happened today, maybe you just suddenly grew up and life changed on the day you exchanged yesterday and today.
Yesterday I was still in junior high school, living the kind of busy days, because I will not worry about their own high school exams, the heart does not have that kind of inexplicable sense of tension and pressure, but instead of the days are quite full and easy, yesterday I was not too worried about the future of the high school life, to face the optimistic mindset.
Step by step, I recall yesterday's middle school. In the blink of an eye, today I have read high school, although the test is not too considerable, but not to continue my reading career, but sometimes also think if yesterday I try a little harder, a little more diligent, will not test better? But I realize that time can't start over again, so now I just hope that today's me won't care about anything like yesterday's me. Maybe I'm going to have a sense of pressure now, because if you can't get into college, you can't be a degree holder in the future, so now I'm going to have to make some plans for my future reading career and my future life path.
Memories of reading high school me . Yesterday's yesterday, I was still in elementary school, then may not even realize the importance of reading, living a day to day life, if then can think of the present did not seriously study and left behind the sequelae on the good; if you can seriously listen to the teacher's teachings on the good; if ......
Flashback to elementary school I . Yesterday's yesterday's yesterday, I still just started to learn to walk, my wobbly toddler look is really funny, the simplicity and childishness at that time, it's really nostalgic. I really want to take a picture of this vivid and interesting scene, or forever in my mind.
Flashback to my early childhood. Yesterday's simple and unintelligent we have passed, yesterday's pain and joy has also passed, yesterday is quietly gone, people can not have a chance to start over again, yesterday also taught us to grow, we have to leave yesterday's regrets into today's motivation, and today has replaced yesterday.
The end of my two breaks summarize enlightened life. Point out the significance of collecting tomorrow. We have to collect the good yesterday, cut it into a meaningful, memorable photo album, and the bad, leaving regrets yesterday as today's lessons, y engraved in our minds and hearts, a good collection of yesterday, cherish the present life, live well in the present.
Four Essay: Those stories in the memory of not less than 600 words
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All the memories, finally converged together, cohesion into a beautiful picture! To really leave this school, only to make the memory cohesion, as much as some sheepish thoughts ......
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Finally waited until the appointment with the June again, the summer heat is coming, that is disgusting hot and humid. However, today, but the cool breeze, or because they want to leave this school, the wind has become a little sad, a little melancholy ......
Finally, about to enter a new junior high school, I'm all of this, are half happy, half sad, really do not want to leave, this hosted my childhood naivety and fantasy of the school; really I don't want to leave, this former school full of laughter; I really don't want to leave, this school soaked with my sweat for five years. All of them have become reluctant to leave, waving goodbye, thank you for your support over the past five years! Waving a handkerchief to you, holding back no tears.
"Goodbye," that tired smile, rippling in the face, is the last words I said to you, rippling in the years, long gone.
I rose to a new junior high school, met a new teacher, met many new friends, they are my friends, good relationship, but perhaps because in the memory, always stayed in a legend, perhaps because in the crowd, more than a glance at you, the heart always stayed in that you once occupied the empty space.
My heart is very clear, there is no one more clear than me, I miss, and more miss! I miss the time when our small fan shaking lightly, that is the carving knife, carved in the wheel of time.
Remember, our running majesty, that we are shouting to youth, chasing youth, open arms, that is the never-ending pursuit! Still remember, we that the figure of writing, always lonely protruding in the night, the tip of the pen rustling, that is the hope of the dream! Remember, our chattering words, is a round of warm sun, shining in your heart and mine, drive away the haze in the heart, enjoying the baptism of joy ......
However, at this moment, only turned into those few thin memories, dusty under the falling dust, buried. All the memories, are cohesive into a small fragment, in the mind keep flashing, will always laugh out loud, is to our childhood that naive and childish behavior, the exclamation shown!
Perhaps, only really leave this school, to truly understand the pain of this parting, bitter, like a grapefruit. At this point, all the memories, are condensed together, that is all the expectations of my five years! Loaded in the memory box, with a beautiful frame mounted, that is our collective graduation photo, so that all our memories, condensed together! The final condensation, that beautiful picture scroll! It is a review of all our memories!
All the memories, condensed together, in the river of years, floating ......
Five essay "deep memory stories" to be good
Memory is a treasure, a digging is not finished, will not be lost treasure, in the continuous excavation, you will find many valuable things, still I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that.
At the beginning of my junior high school life, I was proud to show my knowledge and rarely accepted the opinions of others. I quickly became a good student in the hearts of many, a role model for many, but then came a blow that hit me hard.
Midterm exams - the first large-scale examination of junior high school life, that is, the test of the degree of adaptation to junior high school, I handed in the answer sheet of self-confidence, but also gave me back to a heavy blow: my grades are terrible, and even some of my classmates I don't put in the eyes of the students climbed on the top of my head. Loss and despair intertwined in my heart, the heart of the ocean is also rough, the wind is furious, the rain came from the sky, mixed with lightning and thunder forced to the center of the ocean boat, and I can only be in the boat on his knees to beg for mercy. The reprimands of my teachers, the ridicule of my friends and classmates were also transformed into evil hailstones that came straight to my head.
Meanwhile, comfort and encouragement turned all that ferocity into nothing. I looked back at the spider in the corner, who was persistently weaving his web and catching the little bugs, but a plastic bottle that fell from the sky broke his little tent. He wasn't discouraged or frustrated, just hopeful and weaving his web again. Animals are like that, what should I do?
Six In the depths of my memory beginning and ending 60 words
Beginning: I think memory is the most important thing in our life, maybe some will make people feel warm and fuzzy, but some also make people feel bitter and unbearable, but it is also these memories, so that we have a colorful life.
VII One thing left in the depths of memory 600 words essay
The memories of childhood are like a colorful lollipop, in the depths of memory, flashing those things that make me happy and joyful.
In my elementary school career, I have had many desks, but none of them left a deep impression on me, only that one time, he let me firmly in my mind, filled with remorse and self-reproach, how much I want to say to him, "I'm sorry", but now, the words still can not say.
He is my fifth-grade classmate, he is not very good, the teacher put him in my side, but also in order to let us help each other. Sometimes I would tell him some of the wrong answers, which was just out of the naughty mentality at that time. But what really made me feel remorseful was that one exam--
It was the math exam that I loved. Maybe I didn't study hard, maybe I didn't listen in class, maybe my mind was slow to react, there was a question in the test process that was difficult for me, I couldn't figure it out how to think about it. Had to give up this question, until the whole paper is done, that difficult problem I tried my best to do it. As time passed by, the puzzle was still like a big mountain blocking my goal of getting 100 points. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it, but if I don't do it, it's a 10-point question. 10 points, it's too bad! I have no choice but to look around, accidentally saw the table's test paper, he even did, I immediately put my head back. Mom, if I copy the answer, I am cheating, but if not, then my 10 points will ------ how to do? What to do? I wandered between copying and not copying.
Whatever! Copy! I peeked at the supervising teacher, hey, did not look to my side, I immediately put the table's answer "move" to me, "copy" finished, I feel my face burning, heart like a rabbit flying jumping jumping, eyes staring at the " I felt my face burning, my heart jumping like a rabbit, my eyes staring at what I had moved, and I didn't know where to put my hands. As soon as the time to hand in the paper, I quickly threw this "bomb", that day's class, I was distracted.
The next day, my exam paper is a everyone's favorite "100": the table test is good, but the teacher in his question "cover" a "big red seal! "Copy!" Looking at the red letter, my heart was even more confused. The teacher called him to talk to him, and when he came back, his face was red, and the golden peas in his eyes were about to fall out. I look at the "100" look at the big red word "copy", and look at the table, the heart is full of self-reproach, contradictions and sorry, and would like to run to the teacher to explain, but I am afraid of classmates behind the back of the discussion about me.
Time flies, every time I see him, my heart is very self-blame, but still did not say.
Now, here, I want to say out loud the words buried in my heart for three years, "I'm sorry, my deskmate! I was wrong."
Eight Hidden in the memory of the wonderful essay 550 words
The beautiful night scene in Chaozhou
The night scene in Chaozhou is very beautiful!
You see, the riverfront promenade is brilliantly lit, as if the silver light flashes back to the flash of the long dragon, the long wall of the city answer in the lawn lamps, brilliant, glorious. The city building is decorated with colorful lights and looks particularly grand. The reflection of the riverfront promenade is clearly visible on the river, the breeze blows, the reflection of the river with the ripples up, there is a flavor. You see, whether it is a holiday or a normal day, the riverfront promenade with her attractive night scene to attract thousands of tourists, there are local people, there are around the city of the tourists, but also come to the name of the visitors from afar.
You look at the people's square at night, in the colorful neon lights appear more colorful, the center of the square, music, fountains spraying water columns with the strength of the rhythm of the music from time to time high and low, the water drifted down in the ring pool, every night at eight o'clock to start, where there will be screened for an hour of the water screen movie. Whenever a water screen movie is shown, the place is crowded with people, many of whom have watched it many times and still want to watch it. The water floats down in the lotus petal-shaped stone basin on the top of the stone pillars, turning into a beautiful fairy dragging a long skirt from the sky to watch the breathtaking Chaozhou scenery 。。。。。。 The People's Square is decorated with beautiful night scenery by lighting, lawn lamps and ceremonial lanterns, which makes the ancient Chaozhou become younger. The beautiful night scenery of Chaozhou is not only these, you go to have fun, you will find the night scenery of Chaozhou is so beautiful.
The night scenery of Chaozhou is unique and the most beautiful
Nine essay collected in the memory of the story, there is no will write ah
Light and shade is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, in the blink of an eye, I've already ascended the ladder of twelve years old. In these twelve years, I have left a deep and shallow footprints on the road of life. 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 jumping "jumped" into a swimming pool. There were 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, and slid down as soon as I sat down. Enjoying the long-lost ***, listening to the whistling of the wind in the ear, it is really inexhaustible pain ah! When I slipped I do not know 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. In the blink of an eye, I was standing at the edge of the gap.
I saw that the depth of the water in the pool and the waterway seemed to be about the same, so I walked to the gap, ready to step into the "lake", and suddenly felt the water deeper! I was so shocked that I stepped into the water and fell into the deep water.
I sank in the water, and then floated back up, and I realized that I was in the center of the "lake", which is the deepest water! After sinking and floating a few times, I choked on my throat. I had to let myself sink and float in the water, and it was dark before my eyes.......
I felt that I was no longer sinking, but sinking.
Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed me and lifted me to the 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.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who has been in the water for more than a year, and I've never seen him in the water.
It turned out that the uncle saw me struggling, and did not think to swim 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 will never forget this incident, and will 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.
The age in the text can be changed
I hope this can help you Oh .......