1, the flower in the depths of memory
In our life, there are always some unforgettable memories, which are as deeply imprinted in our hearts as blooming flowers. These flowers may be laughter or tears, but they are all precious treasures in our lives. Today, I want to share a flower in my memory with you.
It was when I was sixteen, and I experienced something that I will never forget. At that time, I was still a young middle school student, full of longing and expectation for the future. However, a sudden car accident broke my quiet life. I lost my left leg in a car accident, which means I will never be able to walk as freely as others.
At first, I couldn't accept the fact. I feel angry, depressed and helpless. I complain about the injustice of fate. Why does an innocent person like me suffer so much? I even once fell into deep despair.
However, it was during this time that I received a bunch of flowers from a stranger. This bouquet of flowers has no exquisite packaging and bright colors, but it has brought me unprecedented touch. The card attached to the flower reads: Dear friend, life is like this bunch of flowers. Although sometimes there are bumps and setbacks, as long as you face them bravely, you can still blossom a beautiful light. I hope this bunch of flowers can give you some strength and courage.
I was deeply moved by this simple and sincere blessing. It makes me understand that setbacks and difficulties in life are not the end, but the starting point of our growth. I began to slowly accept my pain, learn to walk with crutches, and rekindle my hope for life.
After that, I experienced many difficulties and setbacks, but I never gave up. I study hard, work hard and live hard. I not only learned to take care of myself, but also became the pillar of my family. I know all this stems from the strength and courage that that bouquet of flowers brought me.
Today, I have gone through thirty years. Looking back, I feel extremely gratified and grateful. Fortunately, I experienced that car accident and let me know the true meaning of life; Thankfully, the bouquet of flowers and the blessing of strangers rekindled my hope for life.
In life, we will encounter all kinds of difficulties and setbacks. But as long as we face it bravely and respond positively, we will certainly overcome it. Just like that bunch of flowers, despite the wind and rain, they can still bloom with beautiful light.
Finally, I want to say: every flower in life is beautiful, as long as we appreciate it with our heart and care for it with our heart. May everyone find their own bouquet of flowers in the journey of life and let it accompany us through every stage of life.
2. Flowers in memory
I think, in everyone's memory, there is a garden with every flower about good memories, and my life is so beautiful because of these flowers.
That white flower is a memory of pure friendship.
At that time, I had just transferred to that primary school, and my heart was full of fear of strangers. I began to become withdrawn and silent. When people talk to me, I always use simple uh-huh prevarication. Gradually, my classmates think I am aloof and don't talk to me. Until one day, you broke into my world.
On that day, there were many clouds, which blocked the sun. The dark clouds in my heart also blocked the sun in my heart: I failed the math exam and was severely criticized by the math teacher. When I returned to the classroom from the office, I always felt that there was ridicule and schadenfreude in my classmates' eyes. At this time, you came to me and said with concern: What's the matter? Have you been criticized by the math teacher? Don't get excited for no reason! I believe you can learn it well!
If you don't understand anything, you can always ask me. After that, he gave me a big smile. At that moment, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a ray of sunshine shone in from the window and into my heart. Since then, we have become very good friends, inseparable, go to school together every day, go home together, and want to live together.
The students around us asked us: Isn't it annoying to stick together every day? Whenever this happens, we both pretend to be helpless and say yes! I'm tired of her pestering me all the time! I can't get rid of it, I can only insist! Because you are better than me, sometimes I will say: Oh, you are so kind, you are a flower, and I can only be a green leaf when I walk with you!
But you hugged me and smiled and said, Oh, because there are green leaves, flowers are beautiful! So, I can't lose your green leaves!
Time is always lost inadvertently. In a blink of an eye, we graduated, and junior high school is different, which means we have to separate. You said that all good things must come to an end. Although we are not in a junior high school, distance cannot dilute our friendship! Yes! Our friendship is indestructible!
It's another winter, almost all the flowers have withered, and you, the flowers that bloom in the depths of my memory, will not wither, no matter how the seasons alternate!
3. Flowers in memory
Time condenses my sweet memories into flowers to be released. Whenever the golden sunshine sets, she blooms gently in my heart ... Those flowers with long vines are filled with fragrant breath and dancing gracefully, and bloom in the depths of my memory.
The depths of memory are like a garden, in which every flower about good memories blooms. My life is so beautiful because of these flowers.
That pale pink flower is mother's deep love.
When I was a child, whenever I gently pushed open the door after school, the aroma always filled the whole room. Looking with tired eyes, there is always a delicious meal on the dining table, full of mother's deep love. It is like a tinkling spring flowing into my heart, flowing, flowing.
I enjoy this big meal full of love bite by bite, just like my mother carefully prepares it every day. This kind of taste ripples slightly in my mouth, like the fragrance of flowers, permeating my whole heart. I seem to see my mother looking at me with loving eyes, with Mona Lisa's smile hanging on her mouth, so serene, so quiet and so gentle. Once upon a time, wrinkles climbed shyly on her forehead-this thick maternal love echoed in my heart and became a flower that never faded. It was she who watered this warm flower with that maternal love.
And that big red flower is the warmth given by the teacher.
One quiet noon, the classroom was quiet and the students were taking a nap. A hint of coolness broke my dream. I opened my hazy eyes and looked out. It's raining in Mao Mao, and the curtains are dancing with the wind. The window is open, no wonder it is cold. I put on my coat and went to bed.
In a muddled dream, I vaguely saw the figure of the teacher. I don't know when she came to the door of the classroom. She just took a step to enter the classroom and shrank back. I don't understand. What does the teacher want? I'm more confused. I saw that the teacher was more careful than before, moved to the window step by step and closed all the windows.
I don't seem to hear anything. The branches outside the window are no longer shaking, only the flowers bloom quietly, and there is a touch of sweetness in the classroom. The teacher looked at the sleeping students and smiled sweetly. At this time, I think we are extremely happy. In the dream, we have the warmth given by the teacher, so that we no longer feel the cold wind and rain. The teacher still walked out of the classroom so carefully.
When a drop of ink is sprinkled on the white paper of life; When there are some traces left on the wall of life; When there is already a little poem in the poems of the years; Have become the flowers in my memory.
My thoughts wander among the flowers in the depths of my memory. The flowers in the depths of my memory are always fragrant and swaying, just like my mother's love swaying in my heart, just like the warmth and smiling face given by my teacher, just like the blooming flowers, which are deeper than my memory and have floating fragrance.
In the garden deep in my memory, there are all kinds of small flowers that bloom forever. She has been emitting a refreshing fragrance, which is eternal, always gorgeous and clear, attracting me and guiding me. Because of them, my life is very fragrant.
4. Flowers in the depths of memory
The wind gently brushed my face, and the faint fragrance of flowers in autumn, like a string of aftershocks, gradually dispersed. Another touch of white, can not help but wake up the memory of vanilla.
The garden is very lively, and people are hugging each other and enjoying the flowers. I have no intention of enjoying flowers, which makes me look out of place. Standing in a silent corner, I frowned and bowed my head thoughtfully.
The stray dog shelter is a dog killing field! Is that I won't do anything good at all. People are walking around.
He got promoted again! It must have something to do with the boss in private. The adults are discussing.
His parents are teachers! No wonder getting into school is so easy. The students are talking about it.
As I grew up, I was puzzled by the darkness of reality. In society, in officialdom, and even in schools, those dark corners of human nature have been gradually excavated by me. This is not something that a student should consider, I understand, but my heart is extremely heavy. People who are talking and laughing in front of them have a light gray shadow in their hearts. In my eyes, that's it
A little head broke my meditation and rustled on the branches, adding life to the silence. I looked at it curiously and carefully. A little boy about five years old is walking there, near the flowers. I smiled bitterly, another naughty boy who wanted to do bad things. Hiding in a sparsely populated place is a good opportunity. I just looked at him quietly. The little boy finally stopped. In front of him was a herb, which is a ginger flower. Flowers are a little defeated, lie flat.
But the delicate petals, pale yellow anthers and pollen are like noble and elegant people far away from the world sleeping peacefully. I can't help but be a little distracted. It's white and dazzling. The little boy froze, too. The little white dot he saw far away was unexpected. He reached out to touch it. The white light in my eyes will disappear, and pure things will always be swallowed up by filth and darkness. I can't help but get nervous and want to stop him. This is my little wish.
The little boy didn't pick it, but picked up a scattered leaf and gently covered it with that flower. When winter comes, it will be cold. This is a quilt. Cover it. I stopped. The little boy turned around and looked at me with some surprise: big sister? I am speechless. Before I could answer, he turned to the flower and said, "She is asleep." Don't disturb her.
Say and stretch out your finger: let's pull the hook. Obviously, he thinks I'm another saboteur. I suddenly smiled, laughing easily. All right! Young hands are fleshy. He ran away, leaving a message: don't wake her. I looked at his back and felt the pure white luster. With his support, everything lights up.
There is darkness in this world, but that purity will not be polluted. Every time the flowers in the depths of my memory bloom, the pure white that makes people fondle admiringly makes me touch the delicate petals, and my heart is cool and rippling.
5. Flowers in memory
I will go into the big garden of memory from time to time to take care of and watch those beautiful flowers. Suddenly, I found that the biggest and most beautiful flower stood out among hundreds of flowers. I take it out and have a look. This is called caring. I gently picked a petal, and the petal immediately turned into a just visit, which opened the floodgate of my memory. The past gradually emerged in front of my eyes ... when I was a child, I accidentally fell down and sat on the ground crying.
Just as I cast a look of help to my mother standing by, my mother looked at me and gave me an encouraging look. Just like a seed in memory, the root was firmly rooted in the ground at once, which made me full of strength and got up. What kind of seed is this? I'm confused.
In primary school, the selection of class cadres failed. I was about to cry out loud when I saw my friends give me an encouraging look. The seeds in memory seem to germinate and stand upright all the time. I have the courage to face failure again. Seeds germinate, but what are flowers? I seem to have found a clue.
Later, my grades improved a little, and I began to be a little proud: I didn't listen carefully in class, just talked to my classmates around me; I didn't finish my homework seriously, just wrote a few strokes at random; I didn't ask questions, and I kept it in my stomach ... Then my ranking fell from the top five to a dozen before I became slightly alert.
But at that time, the final exam was coming, and I thought to myself, there are still so many things I can't do, but the final exam is coming, and I don't think it's too late! Just when I was depressed, I saw the teacher give me a kind look, as if to say, come on, I believe you can do it! So, I began to struggle with everyone and work hard together. I am also very serious in class and do my homework seriously. Whenever I have a question, I ask the teacher.
In the end, hard work pays off. In the final exam, I finally regained the top five at one time. At this moment, I suddenly realized that the bud in my heart had blossomed. It is the kind eyes of the teacher that make me work hard and forge ahead, but … what is a flower? I seem to have found the answer.
Ah, I see, this flower is actually the care of my parents, teachers and friends. After it takes root and blooms in my heart, in my life, after I accept the care of others, the flowers will bear fruit again and eventually grow into towering trees. I put down the flower and thought: how can I make this flower bloom in the depths of my memory forever and never fade? With it, as long as we are kind to others, then this flower will be cared for by others and will never fade.