In study, work and even life, everyone has written essays, right? Essays can be categorized into time-limited essays and non-time-limited essays according to the time limit for writing. The first thing you need to know is what kind of essays you have seen. The following is my collection of good memories excellent essay, only for reference, welcome to read.
Fond Memories Excellent Essay 1"I'm not going to study anymore, never again! It's no fun at all! Hmph!"
When I was four years old, I once went to the park to play, and found that many big brothers and sisters were wearing a kind of strange shoes with four wheels mounted on them, and they could easily slide around everywhere in these shoes at a very high speed, and when they needed to stop, they only needed to gently step on the things that were hidden in the square at the back of the shoes, and then they could stop immediately.
I was extraordinarily curious, so I went to ask my mom, who told me: "This is roller skates." I excitedly said, "I want to play with this, mom buy me a pair too!" "It's hard to keep balance in this kind of shoes, and it's easy to fall, so you must keep practicing and not give up halfway." "I won't, I will definitely practice well." At that time, I promised painfully, but ......
In order to satisfy my curiosity, mom quickly bought shoes for me. Dad is responsible for teaching me, I just changed into the shoes, the wheels began to disobey, like the feeling of walking on a marble floor sprinkled with soapy water. I hadn't even started and I was already falling to the ground. I stood up strong again through the pain and began my second adventure.
My dad kept reminding me, "Stand with your feet in an outward bow, forming a triangle in order to stand firm. Slide when you want to slide outward, slide once to take back the foot ...... "I began to slide, but, every slide will fall once, after falling many times, I really can not help it, cried out:" I do not want to learn, this is not fun at all! "
Mom listened to my words, did not say anything, just came over to gently pick me up. I cried and cried, and suddenly remembered my promise to my mom. So I stopped crying, and with renewed confidence, I continued to practice those movements over and over again. Gradually, I overcame the difficulties and learned to rollerblade.
Now I can be very skillful rollerblading, and I also like the sport of rollerblading.
When I am bored, I often flip through the photo albums carelessly, and the photos on the first page immediately come into my eyes, and when I look at the first photo, a beautiful memory slowly emerges in my mind.
It was a photo that was already a little yellow, there were three people in the photo, mom, dad and I. Mom and dad stood beside me holding my little hand, like angels guarding me all the time, and I was like a bird in a bird's nest enjoying eating, drinking and playing. At that time I was only six years old, with short hair, a pair of round eyes wide open, I think maybe it was too young, the camera made me curious to open my eyes wide, while mom and dad watched the camera with a happy smile.
I remember that day was Sunday, mom and dad took me out to play outside, we went to play in the park in the city center, lively and lovely I was happy to jump around, looking at the park all kinds of flowers to compete to participate in the spring banquet, they are colorful, different postures, so that I have a love of flowers. Although that time did not go to elementary school, but I will not pick small flowers and grass, perhaps because that is timid, I will always use that slender hand gently touch the flowers of the little head, mom and dad to see my lovely but timid look, can not help but laugh.
The sun was setting, and without realizing it, the afternoon was over, and it was time for us to go home. So, Dad said to take a picture together as a souvenir.
"One, two, three, eggplant" a tail in the continuation of a good memory will always be fixed in that moment.
The years are long, long years. This semester we learned Zhu Ziqing's essay "hurry", now look at the photo I can not help but feel emotion.
Yes, I am growing up day by day. The me of today is not the me of yesterday, and the me of tomorrow will be different from the me of today. I gazed at me in the photo and looked into those hopeful eyes, and I nodded my head, my vision of the future and my affirmative answer to my parents' hopes.
Good Memories Excellent Essay 3From the time I started to remember, a lot of things have happened, some of which have faded into oblivion, but there is one thing that I have always remembered vividly.
I remember that it was my second grade on an eleventh holiday, the whole family came to my grandparents' house, my mother suggested that "today we eat dumplings!" Everyone agreed.
So we started making dumplings. Mom said to me: "You also come to learn how to make dumplings!" Although my mouth said excitedly, "Yes, I've always wanted to learn!" But in my heart, I didn't think, "What's the big deal, I'm sure I can do it better than you."
With that, I picked up a piece of dumpling skin, put a large piece of filling in it, and pinched it hard, and the skin exploded. Dad laughed, then, I face a moment on the red, just that the spirit of the spirit of the whole gone like a deflated ball, really no place to hide.
Dad saw this scene, afraid that I was too embarrassed, busy to me to solve the problem: "Do not laugh, our children are not stupid, a teach will be, is not it?" Dad turned around and gave me a wink, I quickly said to my dad, "Dad, you teach me!" Dad smiled and nodded. This time I was serious, carefully watched my dad's movements, and learned step by step. After learning, my father said: "It's your turn" I was nervous, my father told me not to be nervous, but my heart is still uneasy, my father seems to see my mind, the language weight
heart long to me, said: "It's okay, the package can be bad to learn again, who is born down on it! " This sentence made me courageous, I learned from my father, finally made a half round dumplings, my face smiled, the heart is sweeter than eating honey.
This incident is one of my most unforgettable events and my best memories.
I know
I can't be too proud of what I've done. You have to be humble and ask for help when you don't know something, and you can't pretend to know something.
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Rain, floating outside, floating ...... seem to cry, seem to vent, but also seem to confide ......
I take a cup of hot green tea, leaning in front of the window, my thoughts were brought back to that day Graduation, still really good sadness" a girl looked up at the sky, can not help but sigh
"Yes, and you have to part with you ......" another girl lowered her head, eyes looking at the green grass, seems to be in the looking for something, perhaps looking for our previous memories, or perhaps ......
"I remember three years ago today we also said these words in the campus playground, but we finally came together, but it seems that fate will always not always favor us, this time I am afraid that I'm afraid I won't have the chance to go to the same high school as you. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to go to the same high school as you this time. We really have to say goodbye this time." The girl was still looking up at the sky, watching the clouds passing by from time to time. Once his happiness was her looking up at the clouds floating across the sky ......
"So if we don't go to the same school anymore, will I still be your best friend? I really, really want to be best friends with you all the time."
"Well, so do I. I'll always think of you as my best best friend ......" Looking up at this sky, a few drops of water flowed down and slid to the corners of her mouth, and the girl didn't know if it was rain, or her tears... ... only know very astringent and bitter, very consistent with her feelings now
The sky with rain, but more blue, looking at the campus, which has many belonging to her and her friends girl once wandered in this campus, now she finally understand that childhood everything has become the past, they all have their own dreams, waiting for them to realize, they each know what it is! Let each other go to the blue sky to fly ......
That a rainy day, they hold hands and walk, walk ...... gradually, their backs are getting smaller and smaller, until the fade ......
Thoughts drifted back to my mind, but I could never be calm ...... The rain is still falling, are you doing well now? Where are you now? You still remember me?
Beautiful memories excellent essay 5
The short three years of junior high school has passed away as quietly as the wind, and those youthful memories, but forever remained in the bottom of my heart. Whenever alone, in front of my eyes will always be like playing a movie, flashed once a scene, or a certain sports meeting, or a small quarrel, or a short conversation with the teacher, or just a simple a few lines of flirting ...... In junior high school, our class is almost recognized as the most chaotic class in the whole grade, because There were often fights in our class, or some bad things always involved our class, and our average grades were always at the bottom (even though there were a few top elites in the class). On top of that, our class seems to have the worst morale, in the first year there were several times when the crowd boycotted the homeroom teacher and the blackboard was filled with sharp words; in a `tug-of-war' between two classes, we purposely lost to someone else so as to embarrass the homeroom teacher ...... But sometimes our classmates acted in a way that the other class would never have thought of.
In the second year of junior high school, we changed our homeroom teacher, who also taught English, and she was a very strong teacher. But once, she was actually angry with us and cried. I remember very clearly, his eyes were red, but there was a strong hold to keep the tears from falling, said a few words, and then ran out of the classroom. Unlike usual, the classroom was so quiet that you could almost hear your own heartbeat. Then, the two class leaders whispered something to each other, and then slowly walked out of the classroom as well....... In the next few English classes, the teacher still showed up on time for every class, just not as passionate as before....... A few days later, it happened to be Christmas. I don't know who initiated it, bought a Christmas tree, decorated it quite beautifully, and hung a Christmas fruit on it, all the people in the class signed on it, and a letter was attached to it, which was sent to the homeroom teacher's office by the two class presidents....... The wonderful junior high school life left a lot of good memories, and they will be hidden by me in the bottom of my heart, till ...... forever ......
Good Memories Excellent Essay 6The sky was so gray, the air so humid, we became dull and mournful.
The blooming gardenia on the playground, like our pure and flawless youth at the beginning, that day, not like in the spring breeze of April, but more than one of the August scorching heat, so that the heart is immensely depressing. We stood on the track, bent over, at the moment of the gunshot, we are like an arrow off the string, ran out, ran a lap, two laps, then heard the teachers shouting: "Come on! Kids, you are the best!!!" After the run, the pungent sweat, is no longer an excuse for not being able to run, because we paid too much effort to be able to return to this bright smile today.
Teachers' desks, stacks of books yards on the table, we carved hidden in the hiding place of the little secret, and too many jokes, recall that more than 1,000 days and nights, although the life of the junior high school is not good, every day is so annoying class, boring life, every day looking forward to Sunday, so that you can rest a day, but this is also the happiest days.
We are from the tender first year to mature junior, which has too many frustrations and smiles, we are all walking together, when we get to the twilight before the dawn, - June, all the people in the mood of anticipation into the examination room, we strive to write diligently, write that no regrets of the years, in the examination room that the hoarse battle The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
That is how good our memories ah, even if the gardenia thankful, run to the old, desks moved, friends gone, these, these, are I can not forget. But the world does not have a banquet, we can not live together forever, we are going to leave after all.
Thinking of the teacher's serious criticism, we lowered our heads and snickered underneath, I like this, I like to be with you forever. In the teacher's kind voice, she always reminds us to cherish the time, but we all lost, only know how to cherish.
When I carried my backpack in July and walked out of my campus, I raised my head, wiped away the traces of crying in the sky with my hand, and cried out, "Today, I graduated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Good Memories Excellent Essay 7In my photo album, there are two of my favorite photos. Both are pictures of me and a little hare. Whenever I open the album, I think of my little rabbit. It was two years ago that my cousin gave me a gray rabbit. I was so happy that I jumped and jumped with the gray rabbit in my arms that I couldn't put it down when it was time for lunch. When my cousin saw how happy I was, he said he would take a picture of me with the rabbit. I stood in front of the window sill full of flowers with the bunny in my arms, and with a "click", I took a picture of the warmth coming out of my heart and overflowing out of my eyes, and those out-of-tune songs and true confessions made us believe that we are together. Maybe not every day together, there will be that moment straight to the heart of the moving, but I believe that we support each other through every day, will be the most beautiful memories after we separate. To have the most simple life, with the most distant dream, even if the cold, the road is far and the night is long. We meet for our own dreams, but also for our dreams will eventually be scattered to the ends of the earth. And in the meantime, we are side by side comrades in arms, fighting for our dreams, until the faraway place is no longer faraway.
Occasionally look up in the evening study hall, always look at the sky by the wind quickly blown into a thick deep blue, and you look serious buried in the exercises between the rustling sound of the pen is like a preparation for tomorrow's battle. At this time, there is always an inexplicable feeling of emotion in my heart: with your company, my steps no longer tramp. I will remember, remember your wet hair after playing ball, remember you tilted your head back to gulp down mineral water, remember your bold oath "Gou rich and powerful, do not forget each other"; I will remember, remember we sneak to the hill in gym class after a little joy, remember we leaned together to sit on the grass looking at the sky to see the clouds of the leisure, remember we I'll remember the little joy we felt when we skipped gym class and sat on the grass looking at the sky and watching the clouds, and I'll remember that we didn't care about the image of a lady and laughed uncontrollably.
The sunlight under the prism reflects seven colors of youth. The seven colors are united, but it is still a quiet and simple white - just like the life we have walked together, the memories we have filled in together, the irreplaceable companionship we have with each other.
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Time is like running water, a go no return. Time has been going by so fast that we can't catch up with it, so we have to watch it run past me. But the time still left the childhood "shadow", those "shadows" are displayed in the photo book.
The so-called "shadows" are photos. I like to flip through the ancient photo albums on my days off, and look at my funny face when I was a kid, making me laugh. When my sister came over, I even asked her to guess who was in this photo. These photos make me pick up the shells of memories and make me realize myself.
Today, as usual, I was flipping through a photo album. Flipping around, suddenly I found a photo with a flower border. "Alas, this photo ...... I I found you!" I exclaimed excitedly. Lifting the photo and wiping away the dust on it, it reflected beautifully in the sunlight and exuded an air of childhood. It was taken by me in the park when I was a child, the lush green lawn, a white butterfly had just flown in, dancing happily in the flowers, and there was a small river next to it, with a gurgling stream of water that shone with a crystalline light. I lie on the bed, continue to turn over the old photo album, and see a small child fell on all fours, I'm not quite you, understand, think back, ah! Isn't that me after hours? I burst out laughing. That time, I was playing with a ball, my mother said I was better than my sister shot, my sister was not convinced, then hide the ball, I pulled my sister to look for the ball, accidentally, fell four feet to the sky.
Photos, record my dusty past. Photos, let me recall life, look to the future. I like to turn over old photos, turning out my colorful childhood.
Good Memories Excellent Essay 9Our classroom was at the end of the corridor, and on one side of the corridor was a tall phoenix tree. It is here that holds a scene from my junior year of summer's fond memories ......
Early in the morning, the sunlight through the leaf gap of the Phoenix tree, shot into the corridor, starry, ten thousand warm. I took my revision materials, moved my stool and sat at the end of the corridor. Sometimes, several students surrounded together to study, you ask me to answer, you catch up with me. Thick atmosphere of learning, illuminated by the starry sunlight, exudes a bookish aroma that floats in the sunlight ...... Occasionally, sometimes I stare at the Phoenix tree alone, quietly, without talking!
At noon, after lunch, many students go to the classroom to study. Because the classroom is stuffy, the corridor is a good place to study! A few classmates and I would always move desks and stools to review our homework in the corridor. Sometimes, the leaves of the phoenix tree are soughing by the wind, blowing the breeze, listening to the soughing sound, always feel refreshed ...... Occasionally, sometimes, I will look at the phoenix tree alone to think, silently, without making a sound!
In the evening, the corridor is the most crowded, are out of breath and chat. At this time, you can hear: who fought again; who was criticized by the teacher again; who didn't do their homework again; which teacher is the most responsible; which teacher is the most popular with the students ...... Of course, there are also some people telling jokes, playing games, and enjoying the scenery. Perhaps, some of our behavior seems childish, but what does it matter? Because these are the fun we have after studying! Occasionally, sometimes, I also look at the Phoenix tree alone giggling, quietly, with all my heart!
In the evening, the corridor is dispersed, and loneliness hangs in the branches of the Phoenix tree. As long as the careful people standing outside the corridor, you will hear the classroom students writing rustle ...... Occasionally, sometimes, I will be distracted thinking about the phoenix tree, the thought of the day will end, graduation is imminent, evoking sadness, secretly, the heart of the tears!
Now, it has been graduated, corridor scenery, eventually become a thing of the past. However, the memory of the shadow of the corridor from time to time. Corridor scenery, early morning, noon, evening, night are accompanied by me, listening to my growth of the Phoenix Tree ...... all the good memories, as much as the most beautiful scenery in my life!
Beautiful memories excellent essay 10The years have passed, and two years have passed. Although I have gone to middle school, but remembered when I went to elementary school a school celebration, let me still unforgettable. It was in the autumn breeze, fruitful golden October. We were happy to meet the "60th anniversary of the Second Road Elementary School" celebration.
I remember that morning, the students took a small stool, wearing a neat uniform, wearing a bright red scarf. Came to the school on time. As soon as we entered the school gate, we saw a big balloon like a rainbow, which read: "Jieya Company congratulates Jing Er Road Primary School on its 60th anniversary".
At nine o'clock in the morning, the students have been sitting neatly on the playground, the school drum and bugle corps students dressed in dress, playing exciting music, standing on both sides of the podium, welcoming people to participate in the school celebration. There were leaders at all levels and representatives of related units. They sent brightly colored baskets and gifts, including tall porcelain vases, glass-encrusted landscape paintings, and tall clocks.
The cultural performance was hosted by Ms. Zhang Juan. The first program was "Two Little Cowherds". This is in the district cultural performance has won awards, the students' pleasant singing voice spread throughout the campus; the second program is a dance, students really like that beautiful little swan jumping on the stage. Won everyone's warm applause; the third program is the teachers recited the "Song of the Jing Xiao", their voices are powerful and pleasant; there are many programs, students' songs, dance. One more than a wonderful.
Although this matter has been over two years, but looking back, but also like a movie, in my mind echoing. The friendship of my classmates and the teachings of my teachers make me grateful from the bottom of my heart to those teachers who imparted knowledge to us, and it is you who nurtured us with the quality of the silkworm and the spirit of the candle, nurturing the next generation. Thank you. Thank you - Alma Mater, and faithfully wish you in the new journey, to strive for strength, and then create new advantages to create new glory! The good memories are like a fruit tree that is full of fruit, every bite has a sweet juice.
Beautiful memories are on the human heart, in the laughter, in the wind and snow.
When I was a child, there were many good memories:
On the plowed field in the spring, one could smell a fragrance of the soil - it was a freshly plowed dirt field. I like to look for earthworms to put in my "garden".
In the summer, I like to wash my feet in the creek near the field. The creek is so shallow that I can see the glittering scales of the fish with my hand, and I like to put my little feet in it and paddle with my little hands.
In the middle of the fall, I like to hold up a torch and bake potatoes for dinner in the field with my brother Zemin, and every time I come home, my grandma laughs and says, "Living like a little nigger." Then she told us to go to the bathroom to wash our faces, and we looked at each other and were so amused that we had to laugh.
In winter, snowflakes fly, the yard is covered with a layer of thick snow, like a duck down quilt covered in the yard. I would love to pile up a snowman in the yard, piled up a big snowball, piled up into a snowman, and then took out the carrot to do his nose, with a stone to do the eyes, with a branch to do the hands, three times five to do a good job, at that time, I think this is the world's most beautiful thing, all things can not be compared with his beauty. I don't know where the snowman went, but I remember that the ornaments fell to the ground, and I cried a lot about it.
When I grew up, the good memories were on birthdays:
In the fourth grade, my birthdays were always lonely. I was the only one, and it was only in fourth grade that I really got to know the people who were usually the closest but strangers to me, and the birthdays going forward, they were happy ones.
Well, I, already in sixth grade, it is time to say goodbye to my alma mater, of course, before saying goodbye, I have to leave some more memories in the alma mater, do not be sad, only good.
Memories have happy, sad, etc., each of which deserves to be savored, I personally think that happy is good, the sweetest, do you think?
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Childhood is a colorful paintbrush, decorated with a blank sheet of paper, with this a pen and a pen waved, originally blank paper, added a lot of vitality, and the most bright will be counted that happened in the grandmother's home, a big joke! To this day, I still think back, or let me laugh at the stomach ache, tears are laughing out.
That is my second grade summer vacation happened at my grandmother's house, one day I saw my grandmother is watering the pomegranate tree, I asked my grandmother: "Grandma! Grandma! Why does the pomegranate tree grow tall and strong, but I am so short?" Grandma said, "Because I water it every day." I was puzzled and asked Grandma, "But I take a bath every day!" Grandma said happily, "The tree drinks rainwater, but you use tap water!"
I nodded half-heartedly, and began to look forward to the rain, looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, I do not know how many days, I have been looking forward to the rain finally came.
A push on the door to realize, wow! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty! I thought to myself, "How tall can this make me grow?" I endured the cold and the rain, and I stood in the rain for a long, long time, and the crystal dewdrops splashed on the ground with a thud, and on my body as well. But why was I not growing taller and stronger at all? I will be very disappointed slowly lost walk back home, when the grandparents, know the reason why I do this, the family suddenly exploded, are talking about it, really too hilarious.
But play to play, laugh to laugh, I actually had a high fever after a night, but really bored me bad, the mood is good and bad, I really do not know whether to be happy or good, or sad?
The past is countless, the happy time of childhood is always worth our collection of memories.
The time passes so fast, in a flash, three years of junior high school life has passed, that time with the teachers has become a good memory.
When I entered the school in the first year, everything was so strange. But the teacher's kind face, kind words. Classmates that concerned eyes, sea and sky talk. So that I have the courage, I feel very alive in my heart at all times.
Math teacher Mr. Yu. Although my math is not very good, but she never gave up on me. I don't like math, I don't like the formulas in it, I don't like the theorems in it. I had given up, but this giving up was broken again and again by Ms. Yu and gave me hope again and again. Although in the end I did not like math, I did not give up and found some fun in it.
The language teacher and homeroom teacher, Ms. Meng, although her teaching experience is not high, but she speaks in a colorful way. She often talked to us, not knowing why, and we were willing to tell her.
Life teacher Ms. Chen, at first, I was not willing to live in school, always looking for such and such an excuse to go home. For this reason, she always find me to talk, at that time these words sounded no big deal, but now in retrospect, the teacher's words are like a small pond swept over a gentle stream, the ripples are always faint, the ripples are always long. There was some guilt there, and in that concern, there were expectations I couldn't afford. So, I will put this guilt are on the study.
Alas, teacher, you work hard, these three years you work quietly, hard work. You cared for us and taught us. In this way, we have walked together for three years.
Time is always powerful, no one can fight with time. In the eyes of the teachers as a teacher, we are like the grass out of the ground, a number of years later, if I can proudly say: "My middle school era is very beautiful." Those highlights of beauty are all documented that my old is with me. I also found that in fact, every teacher plays a different role, however, they do not have to say.
Beautiful memories excellent essay 14March 5, the campus of the spring cold, still quaint and quiet, but less than the past due to the spirit of lively.
Due to the outbreak of the disease, we can only stay at home to take home classes, which allows us to only through the screen class, through the screen chat, and the cold words can not express their feelings, can not allow themselves to see each other's expression and face when talking.
In the past, the classroom was always bustling with activity, hands up, speakers speaking, and occasionally someone would desert, whispering. If the teacher found, will be punished to copy the text to write a review, this is how nerve-wracking fear ah!
However, the time after class is always so short and happy. Boys played a game of catch, crazy like running around; while the girls are in the classroom chatting, that sentence will always make each other very happy, from time to time came a burst of magic laughter. As soon as the class bell rings, the students will quickly run back to their respective classrooms.
Physical education is everyone's favorite, we can let ourselves go and do what we like to do on the playground. Once we were in the playground in order to watch the mother cat and its three newborn kittens, the mother cat scared to run away, we a few girls in tears to find every corner of the playground, calling the mother cat, worried about the kittens without a mother
Thinking about these, how interesting and beautiful ah! How I wish the condition would hurry up and end. This way, we can go back to the campus of the happy and sad, is really to criticize the detention is also willing to ah!
In the spring, the big-leafed banyan tree in the school will lose its leaves because it is so lonely and sad?
The best memories of my childhood are the times I spent with my mom and dad. That kind of happy and wonderful memories I can never forget. Mom has long been to the kitchen to make a delicious breakfast. Our family sat at the table, you clip to me, I clip to you, how happy and happy.
A happy day begins with morning exercises. The music played and we twisted our bodies. Dad made funny moves that made me laugh and roll on the floor.
After finishing the morning exercise activities, we started the field program, picking grapes. Riding in the car, we talked and laughed along the way. Dad told jokes, mom and I sang songs, how happy, I really want to let the time stop in this moment does not go! When we arrived at the vineyard, I was like a lively little rabbit, jumping around in the vineyard. Mom took several funny pictures of me, all of which made us laugh. The vineyard was like a big umbrella shading us from the sun. My dad held me in his arms as he cut the grapes, tickling me. Dad suddenly let go of his hand and dropped me from the middle of the air, I was on all fours, and I cried out in pain. Dad quickly picked me up, said: "did not fall there, let me take a look!" The corner of the mouth of a slight smile, immediately felt the father's love, at this time even the heart is wrapped tightly by the father's love. I immediately stood up, and resumed my earlier full strength. Mom has cut many grapes, we are not willing to show weakness, Dad picked me up, a bunch of purple grapes, a bunch of green grapes, one after another, but also with the mother into a tie.
We sat in the field, mom and dad held me, watching the sunset together, and tasting our results together. Watching the sunset ended a memorable and enjoyable day for me.
This is the best memory of my childhood time. I can never forget that wonderful moment.