In my childhood, something memorable happened.
On that morning, the weather was clear and sunny, and the sun was smiling and spreading warmth to everyone. I was walking alone on the street. The street was bustling with activity, some people were screwing, some were gossiping, some were doing business, and there was a lot of noise everywhere. My eyes darted around, and in a flash I saw an old man and a seven or eight year old child tangling, not really tangling. I couldn't help my curiosity and walked over to take a look. The seven or eight year old child was holding a broken bowl with a few dimes in it, all dressed in rags and wearing a pair of broken shoes. The kindly old man was also probably in a bad financial situation, and his clothes were no better than the child's. The old man was holding a hundred dollars in his hand, and he was wearing a pair of broken shoes. The old man took a hundred dollars in his hand and shoved it into the child's arms. The child spoke up, "Granny, I can't take your money." The child spoke, "I can't take your money." "Child, you're young, you still have to study and have a bright future. I'm nearly eight years old and I won't be able to talk much longer, so don't waste this money. Don't waste this money. Take it, take it and take care of yourself." The old man put the money into the child's hand. "No, although I have no relatives since I was a child, I still have filial piety, and I can't take the money that your old man has stored." The child seemed to have made up his mind, and his eyes reflected his filial piety to the old man.
The eyes of that pair of wisdom, the flashing light of determination is unchangeable. The child took the money. It was stuffed into the old man's hand again. The small child turned around, flew away, slowly hours in the crowd ``````
A small child full of filial piety, a loving old man in the entanglement. But they are not doing a bad thing, but a thing that people see will rise up eloquent heart. If the street is full of love like the old man, but the memories are endless and meaningful.
This is a kind of narrative essay, the main thing is to let you recount the past, as for that one thing, a sentence or something, are the introduction. For example, chatting with friends said a sentence that reminds me of what happened in the past, and the same scenario ~ ~ and then, for example, whenever you open the drawer will see what a small gift to remind you of a certain person, it can be a teacher parents or classmates, and so on, you must have more than one thing in the past, and the origins of this gift to be narrated clearly.
The first time I saw the movie, I was able to see a lot of people in the movie, and I was able to see a lot of people in the movie, and I was able to see a lot of people in the movie, and I was able to see a lot of people in the movie, and I was able to see a lot of people in the movie, and I was able to see a lot of people in the movie.
The night, the silence is terrible, even a trace of wind is not. A few sparse stars in the sky blinking eyes, a few families in the distance, the fire has gone out, but also sitting on the sofa for a long time can not sleep.
The radio plays Zhou Huajian's "Friends", which reminds me of the days when I left my alma mater: it was raining, and I was wandering around the campus alone with my umbrella. It's so beautiful here - flowers and trees. Once upon a time, this place was full of laughter and the sound of books was everywhere. However, soon, will leave this beautiful campus, embarked on the road to study in a foreign country.
The flagpole in the campus, towering straight up, how many Monday mornings, we held a flag-raising ceremony here. The playground, leaving them to open the school sports ***. The school building is already in front of us, so kind, so familiar, so remember Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Kangqiao", "gently gone, just as gently come .......". In the blink of an eye, the past has disappeared. Only left the teacher's kind face and friends a childish face. It's hard to forget! Unforgettable, why did it come so quickly.
Doubt: it is the sunshine in their unconscious every day quietly come and silently go; is the beautiful dandelion flower gently fly up and back to fall leisurely.
Alma mater is a glass shell. I want to stay in it forever, and I know that this is a pipe dream, impossible. In the end, or out of their own glass shell to the sunlight to gaze at the future. On that day, I realized that the sky and the soil are in harmony with each other.
That's how I left.
Now, I often indulge in the past, but I know that with the passage of time, it is the past, and it is impossible to come back. <b> Answer Supplement </b> The building is very dark, cloudy day is so, the continuous rain, accompanied by a dim street lamp, under the people's soft knot. The dark wind, Thurston still make everything with it a tone, a kind of atmosphere. I don't know if it's intentionally making trouble, or it's just an unintentional rendering. I climbed up the stairs one by one, counting the steps. The paint on the handrail is already peeling off, perhaps to vent its dissatisfaction with being forgotten. Treading on the dusty memories, continue to walk ...... want to sit down, but in the end did not. The dust on the ground is a sign of age, and is not to be destroyed. The eyes are moist. It contains love, pain, pity, or something else. ...... I don't understand, and I don't want to understand. The only hard and astringent all the feelings, such as dates like hard and astringent gulp down. But in the depths of the throat stuck a not too small pimple, even the strength to cry is also swallowed by this pimple suffocated back. <b> Answer Supplement </b> What is happiness? Happiness is a book, happiness is a boat, happiness is also a golden conch! It makes Looking back on the past, looking back on the happy times. It has passed, but retained a child's heart.
It was a "small sesame seed" during the National Day vacation.
It was a "little sesame seed" on the Fourth of July vacation.
On the morning of October 3, Li Yani and Jin Jia Yue came home together, invited to Li Yani's hometown. At first, mom disagreed. But after their persuasion, mom had to nod her head. Not long after, Yani's father drove up. The three of us got into the car with our belongings. Because she was going to get carsick, Jin Jia Yue took out her precious mp4 and put on her headphones to enjoy the scenery outside the car. Ah! Buildings were rising from the ground, and the streets of Shangpan were crowded with people. But because of our car, had to give way to a channel. Almost home, a green rice paddy appeared in front of our eyes, which was born in the city for our children, it is really a big spectacle. On both sides of the road, a colorful poplar tree is not high, but the trunk is straight up, they bathe in the sun, thrive. <b>Answer Supplement</b> "Li Yani, you're back!" A sentence broke the beautiful dream, a account white to home. I got out of the car and went into the house. Although the room is not big, but very clean and tidy. At a glance, you can see a wide table, on which there are many items. Stay in the room impatient, pulling them straight to the outside to run. Ah! The sea is so beautiful! The wind gently caressed the satin breast of the sea, and the sun warmed it with its own warm rays; and then the soft but still chilly autumn wind blew by, glittering with a fine silvery light like the scales of a fish. They kept making holes in the beach with sticks, hoping that the crabs would come out soon. But the crab didn't think so. It prayed, "Lord God! Save us! Don't let the children catch it!" So, they came up empty-handed. As we were losing our heads, we spotted a target. Li Yani immediately grabbed it. Put into the bag, at this time, it ran around in the bag, really like a hot pot on the ants around ......
Back home, we are trying to give the crab a bath, but Jin Jia Yue accidentally dropped it into the bushes ......
Ah! The dream of childhood is a small river, the dream of childhood is a colorful road, the dream of childhood is a shiny human bridge, the dream of childhood is a beautiful world.
Memories of the past 1000 words or more essay three things"Fever, only to realize how refreshing the days without fever." Stetson said so.
Life is a long way, how many times, we are in the middle of it, but often ignore where it is?
Friendship, affection
love and our tens of thousands of days, all in the neglect away from, away from, only to see it's precious.
Still remember the old wolf in a cruel lyrics: said graduation is far away, in the blink of an eye
each go their own way. The three years of high school life will be gone in a flash, and the parting will come at the right time. Looking back, I suddenly remember:
How many times have you covered me with your quilt for the sick; how many times have you silently stuffed me with a pack of handkerchiefs after a game of football; how many times have you quietly woken me up to tell me which chapter,
which section... ...I don't remember how many "how many times", only to recall that I was not cold to you, do not care,
For a small matter of temper, feel that you "a face of flattery". ...... is going to graduate, and finally started to regret it.
No, no
Regret, there's a long way to go.
Is there really a long way to go, mom? You've lost the gray sideburns you used to have. You said, "I'm old
, I'm really old." Your sorrows, your helplessness I finally understand, "give me all the love, give the world to
me, from now on do not know your heart bitterness and happiness", Man Man writes a heartfelt song, sang out your greatness, sang out my
ignorance, you are old, I'm older, day by day far away from you, you always remember me, I
These are the words of a man who has been in the world for a long time, and he is not the only one who is in the world. I don't want your ravioli,
I don't want your carefully embroidered purse, I don't want a cup of steaming milk every night. I don't want to, though far away, this
everything will always be in the palm of my hand.
My classmates are gone, my relatives are old, and my seven thousand days are gone. As I sit here, listening to the wind rustle through the
leaves, I suddenly feel the vicissitudes of time. We live day after day, youth
is our capital, no one realizes that our youth is also with the round of sunset gradually disappeared, until you
suddenly look back, only like Zhu Ziqing general sigh; more than 8,000 days, where have they gone?
Mediocrity is terrible, ignorance is more heartbreaking, why must be lost to know cherish? In
Nearby, more to realize that the actual existence of love and true feelings.
Tomorrow, we have to sigh: this can wait to become a memory, fortunately at that time not confused!
Childhood like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, childhood like a cup of tea, let you recall; childhood like a rainbow storm; colorful, dazzling; childhood like the afterglow of the evening sun, so nostalgic ...... think back to that one hour inconspicuous things to, although small, but those memories But you feel funny, so far there is a small thing that happened to me so that I remembered now still laughing.
Once, my mother bought back a large package of vegetables, see me lying on the couch watching TV, said: "Dandan, you go to help my mother to wash the dishes." "Good!" I quickly agreed. Mom said they went to the living room to watch TV, I walked into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables on the platform, there are cabbage, a large; eggplant, three big root; tomatoes, five or six ....... I was stupid, so many vegetables, asked only kindergarten class I wash, really. "Ah, there it is!" I exclaimed. Doesn't Mom usually put all these clothes in the washing machine together? So I'm not going to do the same thing? Wait a minute, maybe Mom will even praise me! Thinking of this I picked up the big bag of vegetables to the washing machine, tiptoe lift the lid of the washing machine, the vegetables carefully put in, and then cover the lid, and finally press the power button. Listening to the "boom ......" sound of the washing machine starting, I sat aside, enjoying thinking about how smart I am. After a while, I thought, the dishes are clean, right? Hey! The dishes don't need to be dried, so I got up from my seat and pressed the washer button to stop the machine, and when I lifted the lid of the washer and looked at it, "Yikes!" I was so surprised. Where are the vegetables? Look at the cabbage left the "light pole commander", and the eggplant seems to have been gnawed on by rats as, all over the body; and tomatoes have disappeared ...... I was scared to come out in a cold sweat, what can we do now? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, but I washed it like this, really the more help ah! "Dandan, have you washed the vegetables? I'm going to stir-fry." Mom came into the kitchen and shouted. I said, "I'm outta here!" Then drilled into their own small room, the door to the anti-lock ......
This is my colorful childhood, it is the first ladder of my life, the first footprints of growth and progress, the first station of the future journey. Childhood is my happiest time
Memories of the past, breaking into trouble essay, 550 words.There are too many questions, first Zaina, and then send the answer
Memories of the past essay 600 words usual point
A: life leaves many beautiful memories, they are like the beach glittering pearl shells, from time to time, let you pick it up, chewing and savoring.
The night, the silence is terrible, not even a trace of wind. A few sparse stars in the sky blinking eyes, the fire of a few homes in the distance has gone out, but I still sit on the couch for a long time can not sleep.
The radio was playing Zhou Hua Jian's "Friends", which reminded me of the day I left my alma mater:
It was raining, and I wandered around the campus alone with my umbrella.
It's a beautiful place--
, green trees and shade.
, here is full of laughter, everywhere is the sound of books.
The flagpole in the campus, straight towering, how many Monday morning, we held a flag-raising ceremony here. The playground, leaving the *** when we started the school sports ***.
The teaching building is already in front of us, so kind and familiar, reminding me of Xu Zhimo's "re
》, "gently I left, just as I gently come ....... ". In the blink of an eye, the past has dissipated. Only left the teacher's kind face and friends a childish face. Unforgettable! Unforgettable, why did it come so soon.
I doubt it:
It is the sunshine in our unconscious every day quietly come and go; is the beautiful dandelion flowers gently fly up and back again leisurely fall.
Alma mater is my glass shell.
I want to stay in it forever, I know, this is a pipe dream, impossible. In the end, I still came out of my glass shell to gaze at the future toward the sun. That was the day I discovered the sky and the dirt
.
And so, I left.
Now I often revel in the past, but I know that with the passage of time, it is the past and impossible to return.
Memories of the past essay 450 words or soChildhood past
Childhood is a beach, the beach lying countless shells waiting for us to pick up, which, exciting, sad, there are working toward the ideal, and there are also unthinking backward. In my childhood, I remember most clearly is the time in fifth grade.
It was the first math test in the first semester of the fifth grade, I easily got a perfect score, and I was so excited that I was praised by my teachers and envied by my classmates at school, especially by Mr. Yuan. Ms. Yuan is our math teacher, she is a special grade teacher, teaching level is quite high. Ms. Yuan will retire in one year, and we are her last group of students.
I was even more proud of getting a perfect score on the exam, and I didn't pay attention in class, and I didn't finish my homework seriously, thinking: I know all these things, and it's not difficult at all. As a result, my math scores began to decline, homework once all right are not, even the simplest questions are wrong, the test scores are not as good as before. The second exam only scored 89 points. "The first time I saw this, I was able to see that I had a lot of time on my hands, and I was able to see that I had a lot of time on my hands, and I was able to see that I had a lot of time on my hands, and I was able to see that I had a lot of time on my hands, and I was able to see that I had a lot of time on my hands.
A Monday afternoon, the team counselor wants us to each class of the team committee and the team leader to go to the meeting, the team leader of our class homework completed faster, went first, and I still have a question not done, so later than him. Now recalling that incident, I really want to thank that question let me go a little later.
Soon after that last question was finished, I took my pen and notebook and was ready to go to the meeting. When I walked to the door of the classroom, Ms. Yuan called me, and she said to me calmly: "You're not going to be a flash in the pan, are you? What does flash in the pan mean you understand, right?" This sentence sounds very plain, but in my heart played a great shock, my in the heart with pride in the building in a split second crumbled, collapsed, leaving just a pile of rubble, my body as if suffered a big earthquake. A flash in the pan? Am I really just a flash in the pan? No! Absolutely not! I must get down to studying! After that, I seemed to be a different person. I was no longer proud, I studied hard and my grades improved. When I got a perfect score again on my third test, Mr. Yuan gave me a satisfied smile.
Thank you, Mr. Yuan, you made me realize that I have to be practical in my studies.
Fourth grade essay "Memories of the past" 350 wordsMemories, is a cup of fragrant coffee, the aroma is filled with; the past, is a burst of flowers, refreshing. With the reenactment of childhood past, unknowingly go back to the old days ......
In the beautiful lake, the countryside planted a lot of fruit. Children are very fond of fruit, especially in the local persimmon ripening season, we can be happy, a double holiday, three groups, two groups of cattle scrambling, in fact, in order to steal persimmons, to satisfy the careful eyes of that slanderous mouth, of course, I am no exception. As soon as we came to the hillside, we couldn't wait to tie the cattle rope to the rocks and stumps, and then went straight to the nearby persimmon forest. The ones who fell off the trunks, climbed the trees, took the bamboo poles to hit, and the small ones were on sentry duty. The sentry sometimes can't resist, actually ran to the tree and begged: "Take one for me to eat, a moment for you to lead the cattle." "Good, must give me cattle, take it." Then he threw down a big, red persimmon to him. Everyone took the persimmon and devoured it. Afterward, the edges of their mouths were stained with yellowish juice, as if they were wearing lip gloss. Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and couldn't help laughing. Sometimes, the courage to get up, so do not sentry, the consequence is to be watching persimmons old grandparents and grandmothers caught, handed over to the parents or teachers, inevitably another lesson, the lesser criticized, education, the heavier is to be beaten and punished. Guaranteed under the countless times, then, or even that year may have changed, however, the next year when the persimmon ripe, the old habits will be committed again.
Things in childhood like the stars in the sky, speak also can not finish, can not be counted, they are rich in childhood life, decorated with childhood dreams.
I sat in front of the window and looked at the fireball in the west that colored a piece of the sky red. Looking at looking at not let me think of the sunset is like a sad thing, a moment on the mountain, and happy is like a warm sunshine, accompanied us through the journey of life. But life can not lack it, like a day if there is no dusk feel incomplete.
I remember when I was still small, only about 6 years old. After school. I'm not going to go home immediately, and my classmates went to the square to play, write homework. At that time when the kite flying season, the square has a lot of people in that kite flying, that a "flying bird" flying high, they are flying against the wind, as if to break the line that binds him, the square is a laughter everywhere, there are skating, skateboarding stunts, there is a beautiful dance, there is a bicycle sprinting! ...... We seem to be rendered by this atmosphere, seem particularly excited, we rolled on the lawn, play games, the sun seems to want to play with us, he hid behind the trees, and we play hide and seek, but he did not know that the evening sun sister has long been to us to disclose his trail. We jumped on the lawn, playing exhausted, one by one like a kitten, in the reluctant to go home. But I didn't know there was a storm waiting for me at home.
A door into the house, not yet put down the schoolbag, the mother splitting the face of the interrogation smashed down, this scene reminds me of the "big ears Tutu" in the Tutu's mother when angry, hair will stand up, the mouth will spit fire, this idea can not help but let me look up, looking at the mother's hair. Although I did not see my mom's hair up, but I got an unexpected discovery: mom's original white face, I do not know whether it is because the weather is too hot or because of scolding me scolded too excited, the face quickly warmed up, turned like a red apple. Gradually the ears are also red, neck a red, and seems to become larger, red and swollen, like a braised duck neck, mouth well a close, as if a delicious big duck, let me salivate. I looked at my mom stupidly, and my mouth kept making the sound of secretion of saliva. Mom saw me still laughing thought I do not know repentance, but not scolded, which is turned around and sighed, took a piece of rubbing board to let me kneel and reflect on their own on the way out. Although my heart is still complaining about my mom so angry, but still do not dare to get up on their own. In the end, it was the grandmother who carried me back to my room.
At that time, I did not know why my mother had such a big fire, but after that, I did not dare to come home so late. In retrospect, in a little understanding of the mother's feelings at that time: the daughter did not come back, and so small, do not know where to go, can only dry anxious like a hot pot on the ants. Isn't it said that "time passes most slowly when you are waiting"? Although I can not fully understand the feelings of the mother, but the only thing I can do is to go home early.
Life is like a bottle of five flavors, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy all in one, but sour, bitter is always absorbed that a wave in the sea, fleeting, but there are indelible traces left on the reefs, I look to the west sunset has gone down, only to find a few slightly flushed clouds in the sky.
write memories of the past essay urgentlyLife has left a lot of good memories, they are like the beach glittering shells, from time to time, let you pick it up, chewing and savoring.
The night, the silence is terrible, even a trace of wind is not. A few sparse stars in the sky blinking eyes, the fire of a few homes in the distance has gone out, but I still sit on the couch for a long time can not sleep.
The radio plays Zhou Hua Jian's "Friends", which reminds me of the days when I left my alma mater:
It was raining, and I wandered around the campus alone with my umbrella. It's a beautiful place - full of flowers and green trees. Once upon a time, this place was full of laughter, and everywhere was the sound of books. But soon, I will leave this beautiful campus, set foot on the road to study in a foreign country.
The flagpole in the campus, towering straight up, how many Monday mornings, we held a flag-raising ceremony here. The playground, leaving the *** when we started the school sports ***.
The teaching building is already in front of us, so kind and familiar, reminding me of Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Kangqiao", "gently I left, just as I gently come .......". In the blink of an eye, the past has dissipated. Only the teacher's kind face and friends a childish face left. Unforgettable! Unforgettable, why did it come so soon.
I doubt it:
It is the sunshine in our unconscious every day quietly come and silently go; it is the beautiful dandelion flowers gently fly up and back again leisurely fall.
Alma mater is my glass shell.
I want to stay in it forever, I know, this is a pipe dream, impossible. In the end, I still came out of my glass shell to gaze at the future toward the sun. That day, I realized that the sky and the soil are in harmony with each other.
And so, I left.
Now I often revel in the past, but I know that with the passage of time, it is the past, and it is impossible to come back.
Narrative either?