Light is like an arrow, and the sun and moon are like a shuttle.
The unforgettable elementary school life is coming to an end, in these six years, leaving me unforgettable memories. Turning over the beautiful memories, so that I returned to a day full of teachers and students.
It was a sunny day, we are on the physical education class, I and my good classmates to play the game of catch. Suddenly, a rock tossed me down, and I quickly fell to the ground, and just like that, my leg was broken.
The blood flowed straight to the ground, and I burst into tears. When my classmates saw this, they rushed to help me up, but I simply couldn't get up.
They rushed to tell the teacher, the teacher knew, ran like a stunned arrow, quickly picked up my back, quickly ran to the medical room. At this moment, my feet no longer hurt, the heart is very moved.
What a good teacher, just like my parents. After a while, we finally reached the medical room.
The teacher rushed to tell the situation to the doctor, the doctor idle Dan brown citrus pussy spinning stubble corpse long Jian Sheng for me I do not know what medicine after feeling *** spicy, pain dead. The pain is like millions of needles sticking to my legs.
I cried out. The teacher brushed my face and kindly said, "Good boy, don't cry, it will be fine soon.
I snuggled up next to the teacher, it was so warm, so sweet, so touching. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Looking at the teacher's face 郏挤满了为我担心的汗珠，也挤不住流下来，我的泪珠与老师的汗珠融在一起，成了一个浓浓的师生之情。 The doctor bandaged me and said to the teacher, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
The teacher was relieved. Then, the teacher carried me again, walking on the difficult road 、、、、、 I often recall this incident, I can never forget.
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2. Essay "An Unforgettable Period of Memories"Light is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. The unforgettable elementary school life will come to an end, in these six years, leaving me unforgettable memories. Turning over the beautiful memories, make me go back to a day full of teachers and students. It was a sunny day, we were in physical education class, and I was playing tag with my close classmates. Suddenly, a rock knocked me down, and I fell to the ground so quickly that I broke my leg. Blood was pouring on the ground and I cried. When my classmates saw me, they rushed to help me up, but I couldn't get up. They rushed to tell the teacher, who ran like an arrow out of breath, picked me up, and quickly ran to the nurse's office. At that moment, my feet didn't hurt anymore and I was very touched. What a good teacher, just like my parents. After a while, we finally reached the medical center. The teacher told the doctor about the situation, and the doctor put some kind of medicine on my foot, but it was *** hot, and it hurt like hell. It hurt like a million pins and needles in my leg. I cried out. My teacher touched my face and said kindly, "Don't cry, you'll be fine soon. I snuggled up to my teacher, so warm, so sweet, so touching. My tears were rolling in my eyes, and I couldn't help but shed them again, this time because of the teacher and moved to tears. Look at the teacher's face 郏 crowded with sweat beads for my worry, also can not squeeze down, my tears and teacher's sweat beads melted together, into a thick teacher-student love. The doctor bandaged me and said to the teacher, "It's okay, don't be afraid." The teacher breathed a sigh of relief. Then, the teacher carried me again, walking on the difficult road 、、、、、 I often recall this incident, I can never forget.
2. 3. How to write the beginning of writing a memory essay1. Memory is like a deep well, those past trivialities are like fragments that gradually sink deeper and deeper until they are forgotten. And those colorful petals floating in the water, but always let us carved in our bones, unforgettable?
2, the time of washing, there is always a picture parked in the depths of memory, with the flow of time, the more clear. What I can do now is to pay tribute to my passing years with a poorly written text.
3, the days of spring, walking alone in the world of their own memories, there is a flower, regardless of the stars, regardless of the years, eternally blooming face to face. That is a flower that belongs to the depths of memory, it is fragrant and unforgettable, no matter where I go where I am, will recall that fragment I think, the future of their own journey will be a person bravely go on, because of the memory of the sea of flowers, there are flowers, there is warmth, there is love.
4, have you ever remembered, in that period of time, such as song, memory engraved the true meaning of friendship; have you ever remembered, in that period of time, such as poetry, memory framing the melody of friendship? (End) I, it seems to have found the 32313133353236313431303231363533e78988e69d8331333363366264 memories lost in the years. I think that time will only make us farther and farther away, once upon a time, that is just called the past, and ultimately, ultimately, we just drift apart? )
5. Looking back, the days are full of colorful light and shadow, the barrier of memory, once the heartbeat of the voice has faded away.
6. The past is dusty in the memory of the dream, and you are my only distinctive memory, the green leaves on the water droplets, is the tear drop of longing.
7. I often thought that the memory is the most easy to blur things, in the passage of time, it will be a mass of fade. And secondary school life day by day boring flip, also slowly fade away. Carved bone, only so many look back, unbreakable stick in the memory.
8, turn over the memory of the phase of thin, wipe off some of the dust, a picture of the warmth of the picture into the eyes --- these treasured in the memory of the warmth of the drop, is flowing in my blood, engraved in my heart of the treasure. Despite the passage of time, red cherries, green bananas? But what will always be the same is this collection of cozy drops in the memory.
9, outside the window of the winter snow is handed to the house with a slight chill, I leaned in front of the window silent memories. The silhouette of the years lined with a golden smile gently swaying. The heart, like reaching into the furnace, hot and warm.
10, unloaded full of dust, chanting a long thought, how much hope, a few wishes, in this beautiful day under the blue sky to evoke my deep memory.
11, the beginning: the years gently slipped through the fingertips, many past events will gradually dispersed in the hourglass like time inside. But in the river of life, there is always something, let us carved in stone, hard to forget. Because this memory is beautiful, fragrant, pleasant, able to warm the heart ......
4. A beautiful memory essayThe past time no longer exists, but, leaving me the most, is the memory of the past.
I have fantasized about turning back the clock, but I can't do it after all, so, in my heart, the past life left me only good memories ...... I recall the spring - the season of birds and flowers! . We let out a loud song and walked on the field path.
Spring trips are the most attractive for children, yet frying and cooking and running and playing are even more enjoyable. We sat under a tree and looked at the sky.
The sky is blue, under the blue sky, the branches of the tree has grown buds, I seem to see it is growing, bathed in the spring sunshine, they are not as delicate as peonies, nor the fragrance of jasmine, but they are still as chu-ching, beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flew, closer, closer! Oh, it was a bee, very, very small.
It landed on a wild chrysanthemum and sucked the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, accompanying the bee and settling in all directions.
Isn't that bee, our hardworking gardener? I recall the fall, with the harvest season. The fields, look, full of gold, with the wind constantly undulating, like a wave of tumbling waves.
In the orchard, apples and pears hang all over the branches, is so watery, calling people mouth-watering. Bite a bite, the flow of fragrance overflowing, called people can not forget for a long time.
In the campus, we chirped and talked incessantly, a summer vacation did not see, each other can not help but miss. Summer vacation, we learned a lot of things, that knowledge, is not exactly our harvest? I recall the winter, the season of warmth.
The leaves have fallen out, but occasionally you can still see the birds singing in the trees; the grass is yellow, but it will grow again next year; the New Year's Day cold winds are harsh, but the New Year's greeting card is full of warmth. It sends a friendship of students, a sincere, that blessing, is not that long warmth? I recall the past spring, summer, fall and winter, more yearning for the future spring, summer, fall and winter.
Let them be full of birdsong, full of new green, destined to harvest, overflowing with warmth. Let them give me good memories.
5. Beginning of Essay on MemoriesEveryone has memories that belong to him or her, and a person without memories is like a person without a soul.
Memories are the channel that connects everyone to the past, connecting the past to the future; making us aware of what happened in the past. Everyone's past is different, so we should try to guard the memories that belong to us and not let it fade into oblivion. Memories record the joys and sorrows of our childhood ......
Time can't be turned back; just like a well-known poem, "If you don't make an effort, you'll be sad in your old age," all the things that happened in the past are the experiences of our life, and it represents the memories we have. It represents the memories we have. Dreams are also a kind of memories belonging to their own but dreams can be realized, only through their own efforts and struggle to dream come true, however, memories are already in the past can not come back.
Memories are beautiful, only in the memory is the most beautiful ......
The efforts and hard work of the dream can come true, but the memory is already past can not come back.
The wind soothes my fatigue, refreshing in my heart germination, charming summer, evaporated in time. Cicadas are the notes of summer, the river is the notes of summer, green is playing, everything is listening. Fiery clouds gas in the sky, it is the unique charm of summer; the blazing fire burns your *** and polishes your eyes of fantasy. Green is the symbol of life, it is the vitality of summer, open your chest, into this earth. Water is the reflector of summer, irradiating the world that belongs to you. Coolness flows through your heart, dreaming a dream. Summer ah summer, you are the ice flowers frozen in the windows on winter, brought to you to melt away, memories of the water, let you draw. You are tired, you sleep, you passed away quietly in my dream, my joy to become the next moment of expectation, broken. Your scenery, my feelings, join a piece of heart, fused into a column of ice crystals. The next time to look forward to, the next time to stay, the next time to change back to your love, love you in the dream. Memories! Memories!
6. Memories of that moment essay the first natural paragraphIn nature, the swan is known to everyone as the good voyager; Butterfly E is a beautiful dancer; Spider is the great name of the wise. In the vast universe; in the harmony of the earth; in the beautiful city; in the warmth of the family, there will be inconspicuous animals, some of them are very hardworking. The one I introduced today is the hard-working swallow.
The swallow is known to everyone, it can not swim, can not dance, and is not a famous wise man, but his hard work is no one can compare. It, perhaps you will find under the eaves, but only three hot blood, look at a few eyes on just, who really pay attention to it, observe it? I observed the little swallow: it uses some dead branches and some dead grass to build a good foundation, and then smears some mud on it, which of course needs to be dried, and after three days, a delicate nest is constructed. I touched the nest with my hand, and it was very firm and unbreakable. A few days later, I found a new swallow flying next to the original nest. It was springtime, and the original swallow was lying down in the nest, laying its baby swallows! After some days, it was early summer, the dragonflies were flying in the neighborhood, densely packed, which could make the swallows' mother and father to stretch their brows, the swallows' parents went out to catch the dragonflies together, and the ones that came back were both small and big, and most of them were eaten by the young swallows, while the big ones were very big, the swallows chose to give up and gave them to their mother and father to eat, which is so adorable! The next day, I saw all the dying dragonflies underneath the nest, I went over and took one, I saw it was still fluttering its wings, so I let it fly, in less than a second, the swallow suddenly rushed out and circled around, and then I saw a dragonfly in its mouth, wow! The swallow was really fast. After more than ten days I went to see it again, there was no trace of a swallow ......
Memories of that moment, I hope that the little swallows continue to use their own hard work and sweat to water the next generation, the little swallows will always be in front of my eyes.
7. Essay: Memories of that - timeMemories of that happy time
Whenever I see people walking through the streets with their pets, I think of Tingting and Tao Tao.
Tingting and Tao Tao are two ducklings, just one female and one male.
I love them very much. When I first got them, I was ecstatic. I followed the animal lover's example and stroked them gently. But the ducklings looked terrified and kept struggling. I thought: when I live with them for a long time later, the relationship will become better. So I continued to play with the ducklings.
Ducklings have a yellow, very beautiful hair, touching furry, and so soft, very comfortable. They have a pair of bright eyes, from time to time, the bottom of the eyelids will actually emerge a layer of film to cover their eyes, and then immediately back. Their sound is not like the annoying "quack quack quack" noise of ducks that I imagined, but it's as crisp as a chicken's "chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp". Maybe the sound is still immature? I think so.
Every morning, with a Barbie comb, I patiently combed the ducklings' shiny coats, even though they were terrified. I am even willing to clean up their poop in order to be a good mother to them! You may think it's funny and disgusting, but in my eyes, it's a job that shows my love.
And so, for weeks on end, I played with them, gave them hutches, food, toys, and bathed them. Sometimes I built my happiness on them, but I loved them that much and realized how hard it is to be a mother.
But after a few weeks, bad news came.
One morning, my dad and I were going out. Before we left, the ducklings were still playing happily in the water basin. I was about to take them out of the basin when my dad said, "Let them swim in the basin." So we left. When I came back in the evening, I went straight to the water basin. Standing at the basin, I couldn't help bawling my eyes out: Tao Tao had a pair of frightened eyes, completely devoid of any life, and her body was floating on the water, and Ting Ting was also swimming in despair and screaming sadly at her partner.
Tao Tao is gone, to the warmth of heaven.
I took Ting Ting out of the tub and put it in its hut. It fell fast asleep. I had no peace that night either and blamed my dad the whole time.
Then the mouse suddenly stepped into our house. It scurried around frantically and stepped on Tingting's rice bowl. Tingting was able to tell that the rice was inedible. However, we didn't know about it. So Tingting was sent away hungry and sad by the mouse.
This incident has always hit me very hard! I can't stop thinking about them to this day without crying and even repenting.
Tingting, Tao Tao, how are you doing in heaven? Don't ever hold a grudge against me for the joy I used to build on you, I love you. Tingting, TaoTao, I miss you, when, you can come back to see me? To this day, I am remembering that happy time in the past ah.
8. A Happy Memory EssayWhen Yuquan's "Friends are hard to be friends" was playing in the MP3, a pile of past events swarmed out from the door of memory ......
(a) Once, I played madly and flew kites with you and played the game that first and second graders play - -Hide-and-seek. I also remember that on that night of the blackout, we played ghosts together to scare the timid boys and girls, and then we laughed together ......
(ii) You were my deskmate in the remedial class. Your temper is very good, how I mischievous you have never been angry. Once, remedial lessons, Mr. Liang is calculating a problem on the blackboard, while you are sleeping on the table. At this time, my naughty strength has come up: I use the teacher to wipe the blackboard cloth to make your face white, beautifully called "White Impermanence" Later, taking into account the ghosts are female, so I drew a five-pointed star in the center of your two eyebrows, beautifully called "White Star" Later, I woke you up, laughing and calling you "White Star". After that, I woke you up and laughed and called you "The Great White Star", but then the students next to me helped you wipe the chalk off your face! I'm sorry, my friend.
(3) just because under the sky there is not a banquet will not be happy days will not be forever, perhaps this is life!
When we held the acceptance letter from different schools, we understood: we will not study and play together again, so we went crazy on that day to find the big head and eat. At that moment, every one of us hoped that the old man of time could stop his hurried steps ......
Afterword Now, I am a junior high school student, although I do not know whether I will still be as reluctant as before after graduating from junior high school in the future, but no matter what the result will be, I will savor the process of parting.
MP3 out of Zhou Hua Jian's "friends", no longer Yuquan's "friends are hard to be"
"Friends for life together, those days are no longer there ......"
9. On the first paragraph when writing about childhood anecdotesOpening: 1. Childhood is a painting, the painting has our colorful life; childhood is a song, the song has our happiness and joy; childhood is a dream, the dream has our imagination and longing.
2. Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, joyful songs; childhood footprints a string; childhood stories a stack." Does this song bring back memories of a wonderful childhood? Many things happened in those colorful years, not as bright as the stars. My childhood was wonderful, there are many things to remember ......
3. Childhood, a sea of joy. On the seashore of memories, there are countless shells, some gray, evoking a sad past; some brilliant, reminding people of childhood fun. I am in that memory of the coast, looking for the most beautiful shells, ah, found ......
4. Childhood is seven colors, is enthusiastic, lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, and what are the childhood anecdotes like?
5. Childhood is colorful, like the beautiful seashells on the beach; childhood is carefree, like the wave dolls all day long heckling; childhood is innocent and sweet, like the clear spring water in the mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, I can't help but think of a funny thing.
6. My childhood is colorful, and the interesting things that happened in my childhood are as numerous as the stars in the sky. The brightest and most dazzling of them is still the one.
7. What is childhood? Is the cicada on the tree, is the frog in the water, is the short song of the pastoral flute, is the partner of the lost ........ In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I colorfully recalled the anecdotes of my childhood, my face always flooded ware a rosy glow. After all, that past is like the sound of gurgling water in my heart, once burst is so gushing ........
8. Everyone has a childhood, and childhood stories are like the seaside shells of various colors, in the company of the sea water glittering, radiating colorful glory, can not be counted. And now I still hold in my hand that one of the most glittering shells, that is one of my most unforgettable childhood fun.
9. Childhood, is a wonderful memory, it records our joys and sorrows. In my childhood, there is a very interesting thing
10. childhood is colorful, like the beautiful seashells on the beach; childhood is carefree, like the wave dolls all day long; childhood is innocent and sweet, like a mountain stream in the clear water. Speaking of childhood, I can't help but think of a funny thing.
Conclusion: 1. Now whenever I think back to this incident, I still laugh out loud!
2. Whenever I remember this, I always "giggle" and laugh so sweetly, so brightly. It's as if all the haunting memories of the past have come back to life. I continue to think about the youthful years like poetry, dream season. I think, childhood is a tree without the wheel of the year, never old, never disappear.
3. haha! Funny, isn't it! My childhood is like this, silly things interesting things a basket . Like giving snow dolls a bath, shaving eyebrows ...... is also so many interesting things, silly things composed of that colorful childhood, joyful childhood, fond of childhood. Although this golden time is slowly away from me, I'm not so stupid, I believe that childhood fun will become the most beautiful memories of my life
4. childhood fun, pieces are like a colorful shell, these colorful shells, hold up my colorful childhood!
5. Childhood is so interesting! Childhood fun brings me joy, childhood is so good.
6. Years like running water gradually passed, however, whenever I think of my early childhood due to their own young and ignorant and do something wrong, I can not help but laugh out loud.
10. urgently need a paragraph about the memory of the end of the compositionoften do not understand, why life passes as fast as water, disillusioned one after another hopeful dream. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. People live is not to ask too many why, thinking more and more on the more reluctant, the more you think the more you do not understand. The more you think about it, the less you want to do it, and the less you understand it. When people think, God laughs. This sentence is Guo Jingming in >. God does not allow us to ask too many why, will only give us a question without an answer and an answer without a question to waste our short life.
Time and fate run together, through the garden of years, the garden rose gradually fade. Every time I want to catch the flow of the year, often only to catch its tail, soon, it is dust. The forget-me-nots in the garden of the years have long withered, and I will no longer look back at the past, because the past is unbearable, can only wipe away the tears in the corner of the eye, no words to go.
When the wind came, the fallen leaves spread all over the main street, crumbling and silent at the foot. Just turned over a piece of paper, a world will follow the turn over, a period of time also across the past.