In the ordinary daily life, many people have had the experience of writing essays, are no strangers to essays, right, through the essay can be those scattered thoughts of ours, gathered together in one piece. How to write a good essay? The following is my carefully organized memories of memories essay, welcome to read, I hope you can enjoy.
Memories of memories essay 1Mangy life is difficult to find a confidant, a person's life and can meet a few close to the heart and lungs of a good friend?
She is Xiaohu. I remember learning agriculture, in an activity, we have to go over many small slopes, which is common for people in the usual small slopes, for the first time in my foot injury, it is really difficult ah. Gradually, I couldn't keep up with the group, and beads of unruly sweat slid down from my head, and my hair was sticky with sweat. Seeing my classmates rush past me, I became more anxious. But God forbid, the more anxious I was, the more things were going to happen. Pouncing, my feet slipped, fell hard on the dirt slope, watching the team gradually moving away ...... There are two shocking red marks on my hands, and my clothes and pants are full of mud. I am lonely and helpless, simply want to cry out. Just then, just in that moment, I will never forget, is a pair of warm hands will help me up, help me dust off the body, but also to my hands blowing air. It was Hu. It is her hand, accompanied me to walk through the long mountain road ...... At this moment, I really hope that time can pass a little slower, and then a little slower, so that I can enjoy a little more of this moment she brought me touched, a little more sniff her warm nose, a little more hold a moment of her warm hand, a little more close to the hot heart of her! ......
In life, in the study, Xiaohu are like a sister to take care of me, to help me, as long as a look, a tiny movement, she can understand the heart, the heart has a little bit of understanding, I believe that in the future life, no matter whether it is a graduation, or work, we can arm in arm toward the I believe that in the future life, whether it is graduation, or work, we can arm in arm towards the gorgeous rainbow world belonging to us.
Memories memories essay 2
Light is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. Since the junior high school, with a finger count, it has been almost two years. The bits and pieces of elementary school engraved in the memory as if it were just yesterday, so far, I have a fresh, unforgettable memory.
The most unforgettable is that time: because I got up too late in the morning, I did not have time to check my bag, and when I got to school, I realized that I had forgotten my English book. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and I was in a dilemma. I was in a dilemma. It was not a good idea to borrow it, nor was it a good idea not to borrow it. Other classes had already started, so it was really the end of my road!
I searched left and right in the class, looking for the last hope, to see if there is a miracle, but there really is not. Just when I didn't know what to do, a person came to me and handed me a book. Ah, it was an English book, and I was as happy as if I had found light again in the darkness. I looked up and it was none other than my good friend Xiaoting. At that time, I was so happy that I forgot to ask her where she borrowed it from and just hugged her and kept thanking her.
"Ding bell ......" class, the teacher walked into the classroom with his head held high, all the students sitting upright. The teacher said in accordance with the customary: "No book consciously stand up." To my surprise, Xiao-ting stood up. I realized at once: it turned out that the English book was not borrowed but her own. I felt guilty! But did not have the courage to stand up to explain the truth, I wanted to go to apologize to her after class, so I did not think too much about it.
Before going to middle school, we just left each other contact information.
At this moment, a large teardrop crossed my eyes, which reminded me: a thing you may not care much about, but later remembered often become unforgettable memories.
Once inadvertently ran into Xiaoting, the heart can not help but sigh: that time is really unforgettable memories ah!
Memories Memories Essay 3Everyone's childhood is wonderful: there are joys and fun things ...... Everyone's childhood is gone, and one day it will turn into a memory - an unforgettable, wonderful memory.
In my childhood, I always like to go to the park to play. Because the children's playground there had warping boards and slides ...... I often pestered my grandfather to take my cousin and me to the park.
In the children's playground, my cousin and I like swings the most. Because sitting on the swing high up I always feel like I'm flying. Unfortunately, I do not know how to swing by myself, every time I have to grandpa in the back to push a few times. When I saw my cousin swinging by himself, I was so envious! So I pestered my cousin to tell me the secret of swinging by myself. It turns out that you just have to straighten your legs when you go forward and hook them up when you go back.
I tried it, and it really flew up high. Grandpa told us, "Do you know, some brothers and sisters are very good, can swing from the crossbar to turn a circle!" I clamored to try it, but Grandpa said I was too young and dangerous, and that I should wait until I grew up. So I looked forward to growing up every day.
Now that the swing is not there for some reason, and I have been in the fifth grade, people grow tall, adults say I became a big girl.
At home, I am an only child, so I was pampered by my parents grew up, I grew up very capricious, do what always according to their own ideas, when I was a child I was most afraid of is to play a small injection, preferring to play a drip also do not want to play a small injection, when I was a child with poor physical condition, fever, but also do not want to play a small injection, so often pale
I remember one time, I was sick, the doctor said that we must play a small injection, only to play a small injection to see the effect of the disease. Needle with a good, my mother held me in her arms, left a good boy, right a good boy, but I just don't listen, my mother was anxious, holding me down, let the doctor give me a fight, I was scared, no matter what the cry, when I was about to cry, my mother said to play a good time, I came back to my senses, the original small injection does not hurt.
Since then I am no longer afraid of small needles, but rather I think small needles are better.
The sun reflects the red water of the river, at this time, the past events of childhood are vivid in my mind ......
My hometown is in Sifangtai, where there is a small river, which is not too deep, at that time, I went to play in the river with my young friends. The water there, especially clear, and the surrounding environment is very beautiful. Although it was not big, it was the best paradise for me and my friends. At that time, a few children will catch for some small fish, we put the small fish in a bucket, and then put some small sand, a few leaves, constitute a small pond, and then, put the bucket on one side, double picked a few leaves, the leaves torn into a small piece of a small piece of the leaves, and then the leaves placed on the river, after a while, a few ants climbed up, we gently pushed the leaves to the river, and the ants hugged three together, playing up! They seemed to be vying to be the first to come to the far side and touch the interesting water, but they were afraid of falling into the water and became humble again. And we on the shore can't help but laugh, yikes! It was so much fun. By noon, we will take the fish home, burn the fire, eat the fragrant roasted fish, the flavor is so delicious, and then I will feel the childhood time is infinitely better.
Childhood is the most melodious strings in the pentatonic score, childhood is a book of the most stirring plot, childhood is the most brilliant flower in the hundred gardens ....... There is endless joy and beauty.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a great opportunity to see how the movie was going to play out in the future. After, then also passed ...... always have such and such imperfections, but also always because of such and such imperfections, so that we remember ......
Rei, my elementary school classmates for six years, together with the tutorials on the regular guest, the The girl friend who has nothing to talk about, that is, the relationship between the layers, so that our friendship is strong and close. We laughed together, cried together, fooled around together, and even sometimes took detours for the sake of the same road. At that time, we could really be for each other, sitting on the steps to blame the teacher left too much homework, insulting classmates this or that bad, or sneak to the big banyan tree after school, praying that the banyan tree grandfather to let our friendship last forever. Those were the days when the clouds were light and the wind was clear. At that time, our graduation manifesto written in a sprawling, is at the time of youth, energetic, with a bit of childishness.
Remember, the day of graduation from elementary school, after the gala, to go, we walked around the campus, and said that 20 years later to come back, hand in hand with another round. Pro out of the school gate, I did not dare to turn back, I'm afraid of this turn of the head a glance, hold back the tears will slide down, causing students all follow me to cry, let cry this main theme accompanied by my elementary school life together with the end of the ...... to break up, we also swore fiercely that our friendship forever and ever, even if the future is not in the same high school, but also to keep in touch with each other from time to time. We also want to keep in touch from time to time, after playing hooky, we hold hands again, bouncing out of the school door together.
6 years! I've been here all along, how many 6 years can there be in life? My laughter, my tears, my progress, my achievements, the campus mother are in the eyes, in the heart. Although my campus is not how beautiful, but she is full of my small footprints, recorded all my childhood memories.
2 years more! None of us have been in touch again. Just occasionally when the Internet encountered, mutual pleasantries just a few words. Our hearts are estranged! But once that simple, childish friendship has been buried deep in my heart, let time wash, but also can not erase my memory. Until now, I went to middle school, everyone is working hard for the dream, each for the future, tired of school, I did not make any more friends, where I saw the indifference between people!
And now, I am a graduating junior high school student, at the fork in the road of life, the road is to choose for themselves. And then have to face again some of the parting, there has been an experience, the task of learning is also tense, there is no time to say that there is much reluctance, send what emotion, everyone is thinking about getting into an ideal high school, the other is bullshit! After more than two years of trials and tribulations, I have also become calm and calm, no young kind of frivolous, but also gradually on this separation of numbness.
Rei, my only and eternal friend! I miss you, longing for you to come back, even if I know that time will not return, I still have to sigh! Life is impermanent ......
Looking back at the past years, so beautiful, but so ethereal ......
Memories Memories Essay 6Youth is a song, is a bland song, there are low beat and high beat. The ups and downs are like a person's life, with happiness, sorrow, achievement and failure.
If we fail the first time, we can do it the second time. There will be many first times in a person's life. But youth has a forever just once, read the Internet there are a lot of netizens published a lot of happy about the first time, which may be the record of youth.
7 years old, I cooked for the first time, but also for the first time for my parents to cook, although not good, but to see my mom and dad have a happy smile on their faces, I am happy from the bottom of my heart.
9 years old, I started to go to school by myself, it was very exciting.
13 years old, I was already a junior high school student, with the excitement of meeting new friends. Started to be sensitive to the things around me
14 years old, the first rebellion, truancy, pretending to be sick, fighting. These are often the first time. With the first comes the second.
15 years old, this time I have been ten cows can not pull back,
15 years old, what a beautiful age! For girls, 15 years old is beautiful, I love 15 years old.
I remember that 15 years old is already the third year of junior high school. Seeing the class struggle so hard, I began to feel how stupid I was, I began to work hard, and often cry at night themselves. I regretted myself. The first time I took the initiative to communicate with my mother, the first time I talked to my mother so much. 14 years old since the first time I talked to my mother
A year of hard work, get success, although not on a good high school, but also on the chat ordinary high school,
16 years old, the first time I seriously like a person, just save in the heart. Remember my mom said, like is beautiful, only seriously like, they will know why they like. Girls have to marry the person who loves themselves, they love does not love themselves.
16-year-old I do not know what is love, but the one I like, I want to let him forever hidden in my heart, know that he confessed to me, even if he confessed to him himself will make him feel that I am a frivolous girl.
Now how much I hope to return to the past, the girl who does not understand anything, just want to simply do a simple girl, however, my mom and dad will not be white for me so much black hair. Once I was dashing, once I was crazy, but in the end what is left?
The stars of the future, none of us can predict, the air in the air. Memories of the smile, I reach out why can not touch? I enjoy the tenderness. At least I have memories. I believe that memories will be permanent!
Memories memories essay 7It is almost time to start school. Half elated, half regret.
This evening at more than six o'clock, my classmates called to ask me to go to the square to play. In fact, when I saw the missed call, my mood is particularly excited, chest as if loaded with a happy puppy. Because this call was the only one from a classmate since summer vacation. I received two calls in the summer vacation, one was this one, the other was from the courier.
I bought something online that day, I was ready to wait for the goods to arrive I can go with my classmates to pick up, so that in the case of mom and dad do not know the situation of God unknowingly got his hands on it, how to make mom and dad proud ah! But the day the courier called was exactly at noon, and my dad was sitting in the living room staring at me on the phone. At that time, don't mention how awkward I was, as if I was peeping into the privacy of the unnatural feeling.
In fact, I just bought a pair of jeans online!
In fact, classmates do not know, she asked me to go to the square to play today, I have been yesterday. I've been there since yesterday. It was hazy and dark at the time, and there was a kind of haunted atmosphere. Coupled with the summer vacation these two months I day and night not away from the phone computer TV, myopia increased dramatically, where to see the sky to see the trees are blurred, not to mention the silhouette. I wandered there alone like a lonely ghost, as if it was superfluous to go anywhere. I don't know when I came out of this square, or when this square came out of my heart.
It is so strange.
Only a trace of dark night.
In fact, I think the night is very beautiful, if not so pale, it would be better.
I cried out in my heart, but could not sense the existence of this square.
I think before I grow old, I have to learn to whistle with my mouth anyway. Otherwise, those boys can whistle loudly when they see pretty girls, why can't girls whistle when they see pretty boys? Even if it's not loud!
Memories Memories Essay 8Light is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. Since the junior high school, with a finger count, has been almost two years. Carved in the memory of the elementary school as if it were just yesterday, so far, I have a fresh, unforgettable memory.
The most unforgettable is that time: because I got up too late in the morning, I did not have time to check my bag, and when I got to school, I realized that I had forgotten my English book. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and I was in a dilemma. I was in a dilemma. It was not a good idea to borrow it, nor was it a good idea not to borrow it. Other classes had already started, so it was really the end of my road!
I searched left and right in the class, looking for the last hope, to see if there is a miracle, but there really is not. Just when I didn't know what to do, a person came to me and handed me a book. Ah, it was an English book, and I was as happy as if I had found light again in the darkness. I looked up and it was none other than my good friend Xiaoting. At that time, I was so happy that I forgot to ask her where she borrowed it from and just hugged her and kept thanking her.
"Ding bell ......" class, the teacher walked into the classroom with his head held high, all the students sitting upright. The teacher said in accordance with the customary: "No book consciously stand up." To my surprise, Xiao-ting stood up. I realized at once: it turned out that the English book was not borrowed but her own. I felt guilty! But did not have the courage to stand up to explain the truth, I wanted to go to apologize to her after class, so I did not think too much about it.
Before going to middle school, we just left each other contact information.
At this moment, a large teardrop crossed my eyes, which reminded me: a thing you may not care much about, but later remembered often become unforgettable memories.
Once inadvertently ran into Xiaoting, the heart can not help but sigh: that time is really unforgettable memories ah!
Memories Memories Essay 9Life is like a five-flavor bottle - sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, all in one. And like a huge kaleidoscope filled with my joys and sorrows, filled with fantasies, full of wonder. Looking back, those carefree . Life, silly things as much as the stars in the night sky can not be counted, but some things will be gradually forgotten with the brush of time; but there are some things that are engraved in the heart, how can not forget, how can not be erased.
I remember when I was in the third grade, that day it was my group cleaning the classroom. I still vaguely remember the sky is cloudy, the air dark clouds, like a huge black pot cover the whole Dachan. The cicadas were impatiently chirping on the branches of the trees. I took a broom and swept it three or two times, then went back to my seat to write my homework. The other students were scrambling for the broom, saying, "I'll sweep here, I'll sweep there!" I secretly muttered: "I'm not going to sweep it, it's no fun!"
The leader of the group was a little upset at this scene, so he came over and knocked on my desk and said, "Mr. She Yang, the teacher told us to clean the classroom, we should seriously complete. But you are good but here to write homework." When I heard this, I said ignoringly, "I just won't clean up, see what else you can do to me?" He held his breath and said, "Look at what everyone is doing and what you are doing, don't you have the slightest bit of shame in your heart?" I stood up and said, "Don't talk nonsense, you're a prude! Well well, you sweep your floor, I do my homework, well water does not offend the river water, really a dog with a rat - meddling! Nothing to do, it's unbelievable!" He said to me angrily, "How can you say that? This is a task given to us by our teacher, and we should fulfill it seriously." I was on fire and said angrily, "Isn't homework also a task given to us by the teacher? Shouldn't we finish it seriously too?" He couldn't stand it any longer and threw my pens and books on the floor. I waved a broom and pointed it at his nose, saying, "That's a sign of skill, if you've got the guts, you can fight with me alone!" He also took a broom, ready to fight. At this time, I was quick to see the leader of his mother to send him an umbrella, know that the big bad, so I bent down and pretended to sweep the floor. He had already started the fight, using all his strength to slash the broom at me. His mom said angrily, "You're getting out of control, why do you hit your classmate when he's messing with you? I'll see you at home." Before the team leader could explain, his mom pulled him away. My face red for a while, white for a while, hot, and the heart is also constantly flooded with a sour taste, the taste is really not good ah!
This incident in the eyes of others may just be a small thing that has gone with the wind, but in my eyes it is a thing that makes me immensely remorseful, unforgettable. Whenever sweeping the floor that scene will always flash from my eyes. I always wanted to find a chance to apologize to him, but I never had the chance. Until the day before his school day, I received a note that read, "Actually, I have long forgiven you, your team leader". I couldn't help but cry that day. If I have to be compared with the leader of the group's big heart is so small-minded.
Memories Memories 10
Childhood memories, some like a string of sugarplums, sweet; some like lemons, sour, but what I remember most is a not sour, not sweet, but very good memories.
On a winter morning, I woke up from a dream, pulled open the light pink curtains of my small room, and all of a sudden, I was mesmerized by the scene outside the window. Snowflakes fluttered outside the window like a snow-white butterfly fluttering in the air, and I immediately put on my clothes. As soon as I stepped out of the building, I went straight to the grass behind my grandfather's house. There, the snow was flying, the lawn's previous green color disappeared, in front of my eyes, there is only a piece of white snow. This was exactly what I had hoped for. But just when I want to run like a little wild horse on the snow, the sun interrupted my thoughts, the snow in the sun, gradually melted.
The first snow, came in such a hurry, and to my surprise, the second snow followed. On this day, I had lunch, my father suddenly said to me, "It's snowing outside!" I thought he was lying to me, but when I looked outside, it was true! It was snowing outside, and it was even bigger and fiercer than the first snow. I couldn't wait to run downstairs, I had waited a long time for this snow. I found my friend, Yang Yang, downstairs, and we ran to the big green field together. The snow is still falling, we are in the grass and play a lot of sweat, and do not realize that the time has passed for a long time.
The snow, the grass in the snow, is so white, so beautiful. Time like a shuttle, a turn of the eye, a year has passed, in this year's winter, there will be a full of memories of the snow? Will I miss it? I look forward to it.