Memories are sometimes like crashing water that can run through; memories are sometimes like a knife that can be carved y into the heart; memories are sometimes like rain that can entwine thoughts. I have a lot of photos, each photo carries an unforgettable memory.
On my desk, there is a crystal clear crystal apple photo holder, crystal apple inlaid with my one grown up head phase - cool -
This is the nth time my father specially took me to the photo studio to take pictures.
This time my dad drove me to Chongqing to take pictures. The weather was sunny that day, and I was like a happy butterfly, fluttering in the photography room. I wore three whole sets of beautiful costumes. The first set was with a green rabbit ear hairpin on my head, a green aristocratic dress on my body, and a red sash around my waist. The second set was with a yellow flower on her head, a white, thin sheath dress on her body, and orange and red leather shoes on her feet. The third set is wearing a plaid hat on the head, a blue hollow glasses on the eyes, a green scarf around the neck, wearing a red sweater, white T-shirt, and stockings on the feet--
I like the third set of costumes the most, because my father said that I wore it just like a beautiful, gentle little princess, and I heard that, and I was so happy. Next, it was time to choose a scene, and I chose a small room with pink striped walls.
Started to take pictures! I first wear the third set of costumes, aunty gave me a good picture of the costume, but also to make my hair into curly hair, my mood both nervous and excited. My uncle told me to do a "shh-" (don't talk) with my right hand, stick my left hand in my waist and tilt my body downward.
"Click", the photo was taken, my heart "thump" "thump" jump finally quiet. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it right, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get it right, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get it right!
Later, I took a lot of photos, and I smiled so brightly in every one of them. ......
At the suggestion of my dad and me, the photographer made the photo of me in my third costume look like a crystal apple. Oh, Dad was wishing me peace and happiness forever!
Ah, every year my dad took me to take photos, I was smiling happily in every photo, every photo has beautiful memories, and every memory has heavy love!
The good memories prose 2
Black and white film, is a crystallization of affection fixed, but also an era of never fading memories. Black and white, without color, yellowed over time, framed memories will not fade with the passage of time, containing the affection will not be diluted with the passage of time.
Remember, junior high school labor skills have studied black-and-white photography, a valuable week to glance at the production process of black-and-white film. Although a long time ago, good memories come to mind. Those days, holding a black-and-white camera, accompanied by a good friend, looking for a landscape, posing a beautiful posture, laughter, we, framed in that a long time ago on the yellow photos. In the darkroom, I took care of these black-and-white photos and concentrated on developing them, seriously and meticulously! I'll turn it over from time to time and let the memories flood in, no matter how much time has passed, where you are, the memories of us were so happy.
Undoubtedly, the long yellowed black and white photos do leave a good memory, but that can only belong to the memory of the past. "People can not always live in the memory, still have to look forward," the times in progress, technology in the development, however, the footsteps of the times but always will not miss the past, people can not refuse to grow, the times can not refuse to develop. In this case, why not experience the convenience of the current digital heart? Because of the heart, digital can also evoke beautiful memories!
Bring a mood, accompanied by friends and family, traveling, the extreme audio-visual, letter can also be happy! If you carry a digital camera with you, you will be able to enjoy the scenery, meet the best people, take pictures with you, and relax your tired heart, and the memories in the photos will always be stored in the depths of our memories, even though the time slipped away, but the deep memories were awakened, and the corners of our mouths could show a big smile.
With a look forward to the children all the way to growth, with a digital camera to record their joys and sorrows along the way, when they learn to speak, when they learn to walk for the first time, the first time to win the award ...... with the heart to build their growth album, with love pour those never fade and cherish the memories of the photographs.
With a youth, in a corner of the campus, photographed the years of classmates, in a corner of the classroom, photographed their own dream years, on the stage, photographed their own play wonderful. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
In fact, with the heart to experience the beautiful scenery of the world, with the heart to realize the happiness of life, with the heart to record their own growth all the way to the joys and sorrows, you will find that, in fact, the digital can also evoke beautiful memories, rather than worth cherishing the "drop" has been diluted.
With the heart, good memories are always there.
You came from the sentimental spring
Knocking on the heart of my mind, deposited a thousand years of sorrow
In my world infiltrated
It is also you embraced the sunshine, out of my lonely eyes
Leaving a string of sentimental footprints
and sour memories
I, the strongest of all, have become a man of the world. I want to smell the magnolia flowers. I used to want to smell the scent of magnolia flowers
Walk with you on the paths of your hometown
The rain keeps falling, and the night will never be pale
How many days and nights of longing
Sink into the wilderness of time
And I
Still chewing on your flavor in my memories
I use my hands to tap out beautiful sentences
I'm not sure what to say.
I leave a memory in the virtual world
I write a text with love
I bind an eternity in my pale world
I remember this brief encounter with my heart
I condense all my thoughts into words
Two hearts
In this springtime when the winds and sands are rising
In the midst of the silly laughter of each other, I am still chewing on the flavor of your memory
I strike beautiful sentences with my hands. More ****ing laughter.
Someone said. What's gone will always be a good memory
Just let me
pick up a piece of good memory
with a lifetime to miss
Good Memory Essay 4If life is compared to the deep night curtain, the flash of the memory of the good will be the bright shooting star that breaks through the black curtain in an instant. In a trance, I seem to have returned to that afternoon.
In the neighborhood of home, there used to be a small park, there is no tall recreational facilities, no crowded crowd, only a narrow path, deep green stone plate, and the shade on both sides. In the spring afternoon, the golden sunlight from the green shade of the gap drilled out, cast on the ground, a slight gust of wind blew, the golden light spots and the wind gently trembling, in the green stone slabs, teasing the occasional from the dense grass leaps out of the wild cat. The white lilacs on both sides of the road opened, a cluster of white flowers in the heart-shaped leaves in the middle, light green can not cover the snow-white body, always left a little leakage, right leakage of a place, and occasionally you can see the flowers between the tender yellow stamens, do not feel that the beauty of the spring will be added to the modification of a number of things.
Flower forest quiet, turn a corner, still white lilac shade, but in front of more than two back.
Years of gray hair, and the spine is bent, the two old people help each other, strolling in the shade of the flower road.
The wind rose, lilac narrow white flowers were whisked down, in the wind spinning dance. The wind is not anxious, but the fragrance of lilacs will be blown away, filled in the air. Different fragrances always give people different feelings, then the fragrance of white lilacs, is a kind of serene beauty - washed away the flashy decoration, straight to the tranquility of the soul. The two backs of the front, in the whirl of flowers and refreshing fragrance hunched hobbling forward. The two of them have been in the same place for a long time, and they have been in the same place for a long time, and they have been in the same place for a long time.
I don't know why, but I feel that my eyes are a little moist, and my heart is a little sour.
They, too, must have had youth and vigor, but the years blew wrinkled their faces, consumed their lives, but left decades of mutual love. Perhaps, their once, there is nothing sensational, perhaps not even a place to point out; but, dying of old age, but can help each other walk through this lilac flower road.
At this moment, they may be recalling their former good memories, their youthful past must be buried in the bottom of the heart, in the brightest corner.
And now, their backs are flying in the wind of the flowers forward. The fluttering flowers do not appear to be complicated, but on the contrary, it makes the place more serene. Here, I seem to see a kind of beauty and power, I think, it is Sukhomlinsky in the "letter to my daughter" said - loyalty.
Suddenly, I remembered a song lyric, "Past the age of dreaming, it's better to have a blast than to be calm."
Slowly, the wind breaks, the rickety back gradually faded, but such a beautiful fragment, but forever remained in the bottom of my heart, I think that the white lilac serene aroma, must also be forever sealed in my memory.
The good memories prose 5
Night, the path. I was walking in front of my grandmother, and I was following behind her. I suddenly realized that my grandmother's legs were a little bit deformed, and then I realized that the groans that my grandmother made from time to time were the cause of her leg pain.
Grandma was in her sixties, and the hard times had carved a path through her face. She was ostracized by her family when she was a child, and when she grew up and married, she was bullied by her mother-in-law. Whenever Grandma mentioned this, she would always say, "I fought with them all my life!" Grandma looked into the distance, those things replayed in her mind.
When mom was in her late teens, grandpa died, and at that time many people advised grandma to remarry, while grandma stubbornly said, "I still have three children (my two uncles), and I still want them to live a good life, and if I remarry now, my children will not have a good life!" So, grandma started from her thirties, hard to keep widowed for thirty years, and vomited her heart and soul to bring up her three children.
The grandmother has suffered all her life, and she is old, so she should enjoy her life. But in the end, although old, but still every day is very busy, as if it has become a kind of obligation, old, but still when the mother, should be for the son and daughter to do these chores. I have fought for my grandma more than once, but I was ashamed. Every time my grandma made dinner, as if it was a matter of course, she ate it naturally, without a single thought: should this meal be eaten? The old man is old, shouldn't it be the daughter-in-law end to her?
I say this, but I'm still not a good nephew. Growing up, I understand some things, thinking about the grandma's whole life, try to make grandma happy, however, with the arrival of the rebellious period, my ideas but also always unsatisfactory. Every time my mom nagged me for a couple of sentences, I would sulk and fight with her. Since I always fought with my mom, my grandma didn't think much of me, so she rushed in and shouted angrily: How much pain has your mom suffered for bringing you up so well? You have no conscience? You don't sympathize with your mother, I still feel sorry for my daughter!" I'm at home with anyone who talks back, but always try not to talk back to grandma, but sometimes the mind, but also a few words, after the incident, I would be very guilty, want to go to apologize, but do not dare to hide in the yard of the sneak look at grandma, grandma is just sitting there, rubbing her legs, looking into the distance.
The great qualities of Chinese women in the book, I think my mother accounted for a share, the language teacher accounted for a share, the grandmother alone accounted for six shares, the remaining two shares, is the majority of Chinese women. It may be a bit unfair to say so, but in my opinion, my grandmother is the greatest woman I know.
Grandma since the beginning of this year, leg disease is more and more powerful, sleep can always hear grandma because of the leg pain issued by the moaning, during the day, her eyes are always flashing tears, no matter how much pain, grandma also never say, big uncle to buy medicine, grandma is also often to me complained: "your big uncle is really spending money, and he said no need to buy, but also to buy, last time did not give him the money. I didn't give him any money last time." Grandma was always thinking about the money her uncle spent on medicine for her. We always advised her, "You don't have to think that way, he's your son, he deserves it." The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in my life.
Last year, the older brother got married, this year gave birth to a child, the grandmother because of leg pain can not go (the older brother's home in Dingzhou), since then, this matter has become the heart of the grandmother's disease, the afternoon sun, the grandmother often said to us: "This is a big brother to provoke you, complained that I didn't go, not even the phone call." -Big brother used to always have to make a phone call, and this year I do not know whether it is a child, or really like what the grandmother said, a phone call has not been made. Usually chat with big brother uncle, always want to urge them to give grandma big brother phone, and mom always want to stop me, also do not know why, looking at mom's eyes, there is always a strange feeling, as if this is supposed to be, this is all supposed to be.
Grandma did so much for them, even a phone call to greet can not get?
Grandma did so much for them, is it deserved?
Sometimes I feel like I'm not much use to myself, watching my grandma suffer from her illness and feeling like I'm only making her angry. I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. I can't let my grandmother be satisfied with a phone call like my elder brother, I can't buy medicine for my grandmother, I can only let myself try not to be angry with my mother, but I can't do this.
Looking at grandma's short back, as if there is a huge vicissitude, cohesion in the grandma's surroundings, that night the moonlight is very bright, spread in the grandma's body, projecting the grandma's back, very high, very high. I gazed at this moonlight and back, grandma turned back, looked at me, smiled and said, "Hurry up and go, the rice should be cooked, today it's your favorite shredded potato." Tick! I a drop of sour tears, dripping on that tall back.
Beautiful Memory Prose 6Constantly on the walk, is to get and to lose. As every time I go home alone, I have enough leisure time to read a book to appreciate a period of time. However, one day walking alone in the forest, was long and can not see the end of the trail confused eyes, suddenly appeared bright light instantly struck the heartstrings. At that moment, I didn't think too far ahead, I just saw the fireworks in front of me. The first time I saw this, I was able to see it in my memory.
I'm not afraid of habit formation, just worry about the habit of having too much independence behind yourself. I think of the books that I read during school, and some of the words are constantly being remembered and verified, and I still don't want to say too much understanding.
Everyone has their own choices, right and wrong are to bear. Rose and dew together can be fragrant, but I do not know that there is a rose for the desert rose, just listen to its name, I know, strong is the most basic law of survival.
If someday, it's okay, it's okay for you and for me.
Beautiful Memory Prose 7As the man looked down to try on his shoes, the woman kept sweeping her eyes over me with amazement. Finally when she locked her eyes on my face, she finally exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, I know you, I really know you!"
"Know me?" I calmly looked at the woman in front of me: dull and rough skin, withered and lustreless hair, wearing an already outdated old clothes and pants, holding in her hands a four or five year old little boy ...... clearly with me the general age, but it seems to be much smaller than me, after all, the little boy in her hands looks thirteen or four years younger than my daughter.
"You are ......" looking at her surprised smile, I asked tentatively.
"Hey, right then, when you were working at the TV station." She did not rush to answer who she is, just like pulling the family waiting for me to return to the past time.
"When you were working at the TV station." It was a time that I remembered vividly but didn't really want to talk about.
At that time, because of marriage, in my twenties, I had just resigned from an electronics company in Xiamen and came back to live with my husband in the courtyard of the township government. At that time, the township government had an educational television station located on the building of the township high school, and usually in addition to broadcasting some educational television programs, it also often broadcasts some of the township government's "notices" or "announcements" and so on. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the third time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the third time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Later on, probably because I felt that it was a bit out of date to broadcast "notices" or "announcements" like that, a few days after the wedding, the township leaders arranged for me to go to the educational TV station to do a typing temporary job. I have not yet returned from Xiamen, perhaps to listen to my husband's bragging rights, then, they already know that I am in Xiamen is a computer office staff.
The poor turntable even I a **** is only three people. The director and the accountant used to be a teacher in that middle school, and they were pretty good to me when I went there. Every day in addition to some simple song tape (at that time has opened the people of the song program) and production of some township notification, there is not much to do. In the evening, the three of us took turns in broadcasting TV programs or inserting song tapes, and since we were in the countryside, we didn't have to broadcast very late in the day.
The work was easy, but the pay was pitifully low. The monthly salary is less than two hundred dollars with some benefits, while my previous salary in the Xiamen office was more than four times as much as that at that time.
Almost three years later, our education station was forced to shut down because it was being covered by other stations with higher frequencies. The director and the accountant went back to their original schools to become teachers again, and I was a temporary worker, naturally, I had to stay at home. At that time, the economy was not as developed as it is today, so it was not easy to find a job in the countryside. Half a year later, there was a shortage of substitute teachers in elementary school, and through an open recruitment process in the township, I went back to the elementary school to work as a substitute teacher for a few years. Then, after the substitute teachers were dismissed, I worked as a cafeteria manager in the township government cafeteria for five years. Today, it is in the farmer's market opened such a small shoe store ......
Just such a few extremely low-paid jobs, but also by the same as me as the township government cadres family members of some of the people ostracized. But, really, they sometimes say behind me some unpleasant words is also natural, after all, a number of dry workers family members in my work in those years have been difficult to have the opportunity to participate in other jobs.
Compared to the situation in Xiamen before I got married, my life seems to be getting narrower and narrower. My low self-esteem made me reluctant to talk about my previous jobs, especially my first job at a TV station after leaving Xiamen.
It's amazing how impressed she is with me today. And I searched my mind for all the people I knew around the township government and the TV station and couldn't remember who she was. It was a bit of a shame to think about it!
"Actually, you don't know me, it's just that I know you." It was at this point that she turned the conversation to herself.
She said that she was working at the police station next to the township government at that time, and like me, she was also a temporary worker, responsible for some of the daily chores at the police station, such as turning on the water, sweeping the floor, and so on. She left the police station not long after I went to the township government, and she never saw me for a long time after that. But she said she always remembered me as a young, beautiful and temperamental woman ......
Later, we talked about some old things in the past. When I was leaving, I asked her how her son was so young, only to learn that she actually had a fifteen-year-old daughter. It seems that she really is a few years younger than me.
Looking at her and her man gradually left my store figure, I think, the frost of the years in her body left scars may not be less than me.
Watching her and her man gradually leave my shop, I thought that the wind and frost of the years left scars on her body, perhaps not less than mine. In such a living environment, she actually remembered a even "just met" can not be called me, then I once had the opportunity to do so much work, I still have what reason to despise their own have spent any time it?
In fact, life is like that. In our own opinion, the worst part of the time, perhaps you do not know the corner, that she or he is in the memory of a lifetime for you to cherish the good once.
You came from the sentimental spring
Knocking on my heart, deposited a thousand years of sadness
In my world infiltrated
It is you, embracing the sunshine out of my lonely gaze
Behind you left a string of sentimental footprints
And sour memories
Became me, the strong and can not be melted away. I used to want to smell the magnolia flowers
Walk with you on the path in my hometown
Memories are burned in my heart, and the night will not be cold
The sky is far away and the ocean is wide, but maybe we will pass by each other
This is destined to be a mutual wound
I use my hands to strike out a beautiful sentence
I leave a piece of sentiment in the virtual world
I use my love to write a piece of text. I use my love to write a paragraph
I bind a memory in my pale world
I remember this brief encounter with my heart
I condense all my thoughts into words
Some people say. What's gone will always be a good memory
Let me take a piece of good memory and cherish it in my heart
Good Memory Essay 9(1)
As always, I walk behind you
I quietly watch everything you do
I see you talking and laughing
In my heart
I feel
I am happy.
I'm happy
(2)
You're still the same
Just moving forward
Without ever turning around
Behind you there's someone who's looking out for you
There's always been someone
But you
Didn't even know it
Maybe you didn't realize
You're the one who's looking out for me
I'm the one who's looking out for you
I'm the one who's looking out for me
I don't want you to know.
(3)
Without ever talking to you
Seeing you smile happily
All my efforts are worthwhile
Even if you
don't even know whether I exist or not
It's just a passing by
I don't regret
ever meeting such a person
I'm not sorry for meeting such a person
I'm not sorry for meeting such a person
I'm not sorry for meeting such a person.
(4)
The young heart
The young self
All the people and things that the young self
Pursued can only be placed in the depths of the heart
Not to be touched
Only to be regarded as a good
There is a memory there
(5)
At this point, I remember
The goal that I was pursuing at that time
I was not able to find a place to go.
A goal to pursue
A direction to work towards
It's not a waste of time
The sunshine that was there
(6)
If I could choose to do it over again
If I could do it over again
I'd choose to continue to be the person behind you, the person that you've never known
I would choose to continue to be the person behind you, the person that you've never known. I'd still be the one behind you, the one you never knew.