Time like running water quietly slipped from the fingertips, looking back all the way through high school, a few more joy, a few more sadness, a few more loss, a few more grandeur, from the tip of my heart surging through? The following is an article that I have carefully organized for you, and I hope it will help you.
The most beautiful time
Childhood time, there are many beautiful memories, and my most beautiful time stays in the summer when I was seven years old.
That summer, I went to my grandmother's house for summer vacation, and also in that summer, I met Grandpa Zou _ a lovely, childish old man.
Grandpa Zou is an old man who lives alone, and before he retired, he was the chairman of the labor union of the unit, and he played and sang all kinds of songs, and after he retired, he has been teaching singing and singing in the senior choir. In my impression, he has been wearing long curly hair, four-square face, speaking voice like a flood bell as strong and powerful, like to wear very fancy clothes, walking? Stomp, stomp, stomp? s very strong.
Grandpa Zou is very fond of children, every time and Grandma went to his home to learn to sing, he always took out a lot of delicious things to me, always like to pinch my little face and said:? The little pudgy, to exercise oh.? Grandpa Zou life is very regular, every morning to run in the morning, because I am a little fat, Grandma let me and Grandpa Zou running, I hate running, every time I run pouting, slow Dun refused to step, Grandpa Zou as if he saw through my mind, every time I patted my shoulder and said:? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Another new day, Grandma's unit to organize the old cadres to go to the beach to have fun, naturally, I am also one of the special guests, Zou grandfather is an active person, in the bus he played the beat, commanding everyone to sing, everyone with his command to sing a song and a song they are familiar with, the atmosphere of the car is lively, I raised my head from the window to see the white clouds from the top of the one after another floated by the old people's faces are blossoming, the old people are very happy. People's faces are blooming with bright smiles, and this July sunshine is as gorgeous.
Finally, I saw the boundless sea, the sea is bright blue, barefoot on the beach, loose, soft, the sea waves, a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp of a wisp. I lie on the beach, let the waves wash me over and over again, quietly enjoying a burst of cool.
? Yangyang, Yangyang, come over!? Grandpa Zou is calling me, waving a few small crabs in his hand, it turns out that he is catching crabs on the beach! The little crab is round and round, eyes long in the head of the two tentacles at the top, ten small pincers keep scratching and kicking, as if very frightened look, look at the funny little crab, I can not help but laugh.
? I want to catch crabs, too, Grandpa.
? I want to catch crabs too. There are many small holes on the beach, each hole has a lot of small and large crabs.
? Grandpa Zou said while letting me hold the mineral water bottle. I carefully watched the grandfather's action, first of all, he pulled out those small holes on the beach into a big hole, and then keep digging in, always see those small crabs, see the small crabs immediately after pulling it out.
I tried according to the way my grandfather taught me, first dug open the hole, and then looked at a small crab slipped out, I took the opportunity to look at the back of it a grabbed up, soon, my hands of mineral water bottles are loaded with more than a dozen small crabs, looking at their own booty, I'm happy to smile, Zou grandpa is also happy to smile.
Gradually, the weather heated up, I had to go back to the penetratingly cool water, I climbed back into the water, just sat down, the butt was ? clip? A bit, the pain I almost leapt up. I pulled it out and looked at it, wow! What a beautiful shell.
Stepping into the sunset, we faded away on the beach?
What is the most beautiful time? The story of that summer is like a yellowed movie film, forever fixed in the long river of memory, and now I think of it as the warmest and most beautiful time.
The most beautiful time
Time like running water quietly slipped from the fingertips, looking back all the way through high school, a few more joy, a few more sadness, a few more loss, a few more heroism, from the tip of my heart surged through?
Farewell to childhood ignorance, middle school childish, we with longing and dreams into high school, into high school, means that we must pay more efforts. Although the road is full of thorns, but I always believe that the struggle of tomorrow is sunny.
Can be sad, but not let the heart sink, can cry, but not let the tears drown, I have also been lost because of one or two exams and lost their way, lost power, the most important thing is that I did not sink down. There are many things in life that can be given up, but not lightly. Almost every victor, were once a loser, the most important difference between the victor and the loser: the victor repeatedly defeated, never easily give up the effort; the loser repeatedly defeated, unfortunately gave up the effort, high school is also so, only to dream, there will be hope, as long as there is pay, there will be harvest.
High school is a race, to have the endurance of 10,000 meters long-distance running. I have also encountered disease, which is the greatest misfortune in life, but do not give up the fight with it, even if it is very strong, life and death can not resist, but life can choose, do not take the health of life as a mortgage, to insist on exercising, have a healthy body and mind in order to meet the challenges of the unknown.
I have also fallen into loneliness, determined climbers are always lonely forward, in loneliness to keep self, cherish yourself, five lakes and the moon in the fishing song always sometimes.
Time is extremely precious for every high school student, and what we can do is to make full use of every minute of learning, before class serious prep, class seriously listen to the lecture, after class seriously review. The heart of reading is pure, is quiet, to be immaculate, the heart of reading is constant, is specialized, to persevere.
Three years of high school, quietly as a dream, the more the first year of high carelessness, faded out of the second half of the heart, ushered in the sweat to fight for the third year of high school. We light the candle of dream, polish the lamp of hope, in this light and shadow play the melody of walking calmly. Maybe the dream kite will fly too far and break the line, maybe the dream rainbow will hang too high and dim, when the torrent collision dream cornerstone, when the wind and rain submerged the reality of the soil, we still have to be strong, because the horn has been blown, the dream is about to blossom.
High school turned a new page in our lives, it will make our dreams as beautiful as a picture, so that our future as bright as a star, so that our life is perfect as a song, and all of this only two words can be realized _ struggle.
The future, we can not predict, but can grasp the moment. No matter what the future will be, we need to care about the process of struggle and hard work. Ambition in the chest, struggle!
Spell a load of spring and fall, Bo life without regret! Let high school become the most beautiful time in life!
The most beautiful time
A childish face, after five years of baptism in elementary school has become mature. 2011 September, a group of children, parents crowded in the playground, crowded in front of a class list, and carefully looking for belong to their own name, we have the fate to meet together, meet in a harmonious family? Class 9. After the baking of the September sun, after the soldier's will, we are more determined, we are secondary school students, is mature and understanding of secondary school students, is to have a flower season like the beautiful secondary school students.
Campus activities, we one by one desperately show talent, shuttlecock flying, confident hosting, enjoy waving ink? Never knew that we can hot and wild dance, never knew that we can lead a song, never realized that the power of our unity is so strong. That a lot of unexpected, shining the original thin youth, metamorphosis into the pages of the most beautiful protagonist.
The evening breeze from a distant place light and charming encounter with us, so that a cup of quiet tea from the slumber awakening, the wind blew wrinkled cup of reverie, in the desk fragrance overflowing.
Soon to be grandly staged about our story, staged our youthful years, staged our days and nights the best time. Here we put the love and pain, are deposited into the youth growth of that chip, even if the road ahead of the lonely, we still have each other.
Perhaps many years later, in our unconscious, memory pressed up the pages of the old book, the night has been tired, thoughts such as the river flow into the heart. The night is beautiful, and the moon flows in the face, quiet memories, quiet nostalgia, nostalgia for those happy times in the past, and then this most beautiful time has long been gone with the wind.