The theme of the essay "Looking back at the past"

The rain, rendered the April day, so beautiful. Accompanied by the drizzle, a person strolling that both familiar and unfamiliar path, that road retains my six years of memories, overflowing with the triumph of my joy, flowed through the tears of my failure, remembering the flavor of my growth, and that path I have not waded into for a long time.

Stepping on this path, the piles and pieces of the past are all vivid in my mind, they are like the glittering shells on the beach, from time to time will pick up and savor, and like the sparse stars in the night sky, from time to time will tilt his head to slowly appreciate, how pleasant ah! Memory of an innocent smiling face, a sentence of cordial greetings, an intimate nickname, a ludicrous scene, all make me hard to forget.

Six years ago, we were all still ignorant children, together into the same collective, that time do not know anything, just feel fresh to a new place. We have cried in the classroom, pampered, had an argument, criticized by the teacher ...... day by day, and this collective life together into a habit, although every day passes by very plain, but unknowingly our feelings are getting deeper and deeper, a person cried the whole class to comfort, a person made a mistake the whole class was punished.

Unconsciously, the days crossed the fingertips, June clouds heralded the separation. Do not give up, the most tacit understanding of the table; do not give up, all day I criticized the group members; do not give up those dragging the feet of the fools; do not give up, the water room in the laughing and joking; do not give up; our exams sign language; do not give up, those who were painted all wrong but full of matters of the heart of the textbook, do not give up that was scribbled in a mess of desks; can not afford to give up those years, the years are still in a hurry; can not afford to say goodbye to those who say goodbye, goodbye or not! stop; can not afford those destiny, destiny or gradually dispersed, once people, the past, those scattered memories and how to keep ......

Six years of time is such a minute and a minute to fade, no sound, no shadow, a round of red sun and a round of the bright moon kept weekly and stop, disappeared in our We have not noticed, once promised forever only left the pleasantries, the sea withered, stone rotten, long time, I'm afraid the sky has long been a child's words, just do not know we will see you again will not be red-eyed, whether it is still red-faced, like that year hastily promised forever together with such a beautiful promise ......

The rain has stopped, with the Full of memories and longing, write down the sadness. Time, take away the things that are different, will be the most sincere emotions left to us, very lucky, we did not miss, in the most beautiful time met the most beautiful each other. April, not only the rendering of the rain, but also our most beautiful memories.

Looking forward to our future is even better.

Looking back at the past time essay article 2

Life is like a sparsely populated railroad, the road is long, the scenery is flat. Fortunately, any railroad is embellished with stations, and the stations on the road of life are the most beautiful time.

The first station - vitality

Running, catching the ball, turning, three-step layup, handsome action in one go. At this time, the youthful I am on the court, let the sweat from the spine flowing freely, looking at the helpless opponent, rushed to the teammates smiled and made a "V" gesture, they do not care about the sweat on my body, one by one ran over to pat my shoulder, mutual encouragement, and began a new round of offense! ...... Whenever we scored a goal the audience would erupt in applause. I know, this is for our energy and applaud, but also for our most beautiful time and applaud.

The second station-growth

Parents dingling words, long-winded education is the symbol of my happiness, as I grow I began to enter their hearts, understand their ideas, and gradually understand the meaning of "poor parents". They give me the greatest love, I also try to return them the most intimate touch. Growing up as that gardenia blossom, light fragrance, light beauty, the most beautiful time really because of growth and beauty!

The third station - dream

The night is deep, only a few stars flooded with pale light, blinking tiredly. Occasionally sent a gust of wind, the window can not help but cackle a few times, I sat alone on the piano chair, fully concentrated on the sheet music, the beautiful sound of the piano from my fingertips floated up, in a short while I was immersed in the sea of music. Suddenly a discordant sound rang out, I returned to the reality of the piano room, picked up the sheet music to check the error, but checked over and over again did not find the error, re-played, the murmur is still out of tune with the tune. I also got into the bull's-eye, and my heart was fierce: "I'm going to be the world's top pianist, how can I stop here, again!" With excitement in my eyes, I tried again and again. "It's not right, try again!" "Still not right, try again!" Finally, I found the right way through my tireless practice. Although the road of chasing dreams is bumpy, it is the most beautiful, and the time with dreams is the most beautiful time.

The most beautiful time is short, but in this short time is full of vitality, growth, and dreams are unforgettable. Because of this, the time of youth is the most beautiful time.

Looking back at the past time essay article 3

The life of a person is not long, not short. A person's life can continue for a hundred or ten years, time like a white horse passing by in a flash; but in a lifetime, we have enough time to create, to leave the most beautiful, the most precious experiences and memories.

In my not so long fifteen years of life, I feel that my most beautiful time, no more than in the junior high school campus with teachers, with classmates, with friends spent three years.

Three years ago, I entered the junior high school campus with curiosity, longing and uneasiness, and started a new journey of my own. From that moment on, the middle school in front of me unveiled her mysterious veil, showing the beauty of knowledge, experience, growth and maturity.

In the new class, I know, understand, make a lot of new friends. We talk to each other, trust each other, support each other when we fall down, comfort each other when we are hurt, motivate each other in learning and life, **** with the improvement. Although there have been friction and quarrels, but no divide has ever blocked the friendship. Here, I savored the beauty of friendship.

When my classmates and I came to an unfamiliar learning environment, the teachers paid a lot for us. They help us to adapt to the new curriculum, new knowledge, new methods, new life, and always pay attention to us, to guide our course, without the slightest slack. When they took the chalk and stood on the podium, they bloomed out of the beauty of responsibility.

I will always remember, every morning when the sound of books, every night when the lights on the study; in order to get a piece of knowledge of the brain, in order to improve the sweat on the runway for a second. All in the campus in all corners of the scene scene, are showing the beauty of diligence.

In my best youth, I feel so much beauty in the middle school campus, involved in so many beautiful things, leaving so many precious memories. These good, and my life decorated with incomparable beauty, bright and exciting.

I believe that this memory will always be treasured by me as the most beautiful time in my life.

Looking back to the past time essay article 4

"Stand still stand still, all stand still." At this time, the class teacher is saying sternly, and his face still shows a look of reluctance. Yes, it's all come to this time, who is still reluctant to give up? After all, it's time for us to part. The uncle who took the picture was weirdly shouting "one, two, three" and then "clicked" all of us to take a picture. I didn't know how to pose yet, so I stretched out my index and middle fingers to make a V sign and smiled awkwardly. And that's how we parted ways before too long.

Six years, in which I have countless times complained that the teacher set too much homework, countless times thought of changing schools. But now think about it, I am feeling me and I am ridiculous. In fact, think carefully in these six years I am also very happy, in this school has left all my laughter, in this school I know a lot of many good friends, made a few diehard, learned a lot of knowledge. It was here that my seed of friendship took root and grew, and in the end it was this seed that guided me forward. My wisdom seed is also rooted and blossomed here, sometimes I smelled his aroma from time to time, and I was completely mesmerized by the fragrance, I fell into this ocean of wisdom, can not help themselves. It can be said that my alma mater is the place where this little seed of mine grows into a man. Ah, alma mater ah, you are my mother, imparted with my knowledge so that I grow up healthy.

Alma mater, now I have been a qualified secondary school students, I have been outside many times proudly mention you to others, you are my pride, my pride.

Alma mater, I don't know if you have changed now, but you are always the most beautiful alma mater in my heart.

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