The most beautiful time, with your company, no matter full head of flowers white hair, laugh about once often, do not regret the beginning.
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Do you remember, you and I *** with the road through the beautiful? Is it nostalgic, the old tree reflected under a pair of figures? Is it coveted, back to the past, once often?
Remember once lost, you accompany me sad; remember once joy, you accompany me laughter; remember once sentimental, you accompany me tears.
In the beginning, it was at the time of the chrysanthemum blooming met you. The noble, elegant fragrance, sprinkled all over the yard, sprinkled all over the heart of each person. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, too.
You and I met in the shade, the old willow, seems to be long for us, so lush, so ethereal, so colorful. It was the third day of school in first grade. I was a bit of an introvert in first grade, unwilling to communicate with others. Every afternoon after lunch, I leaned next to that old willow and read. When I met you, you reached out, snatched my book, and said to me with a smile, "Huh? What are you reading?" Before I could answer, you grabbed it again, "Yeah! It's Half Hour Comics Chinese History! I'm missing this one. Can you lend it to me? Give it to me as a birthday present. Tomorrow is my birthday!" I was a bit dumbfounded, probably no one had ever said those words to me before. "Don't be so stingy! Consider it a friend." You revealed your white teeth and took my arm, "From now on, you'll be my best friend!" I was impressed by your sincerity, by your big smile. As promised, I gave you the book as a birthday present. From then on, you became my first best friend, accompanying me forever.
When we were assigned to the same table, we clutched the sweat of our hands, fearing that we would not be assigned together. But the teacher was kind and really put us together. The teacher was kind enough to put us together, and we were so happy!
We have been talking all day long. Learning to "give the ancient original grass to send off", you and I saw - the book painted, is no eyes of Bai Juyi, then carefully ambushed on the table to add, afraid of the teacher to find out. But still could not escape the teacher's fiery eyes. The teacher laughed, "Ahem, two female students." You will heartily look at each other with a smile, smothered in the table refused to get up.
Eat lunch, you and I *** with sharing. You eat my home cooking, I taste your tea, you slowly chew, I taste, this tea has turned into a delicacy. Seriously, I think you and I *** with the good, is the most most happy time.
Watching a movie, only to hear a little boy cut whisper: "The protagonist is not going to die!" At that time just laugh at his naivety, go home and taste, in the friendship of this movie, you and I is not the protagonist? I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it.
Thanks to the time, I was given a most heartfelt and precious friend.
The best part is that there is always a good time in your life.
I remember this moment in my third grade. It was a summer day when I went to the park with my mom and dad. The seemingly normal park contained a lot of beauty.
Walking on the bridge to see the sparkling water, ting ting unceasing birdsong, smell the aroma of the flowers and trees at the end of the bridge, coupled with a happy idle with my parents, it was wonderful. Walking forward, over two small hills, take a seat on the gazebo, chatting happily with my parents and reveling in the joy together. Walking, came to a small lotus pond, the water has become turbid, but the lotus and lotus are competitors bloom, the water can vaguely see the shadow of the fish. The flowers on the side have withered, but the green leaves are still bright. My parents and I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the flowers and green leaves. Walk across the long bridge, through a long path along the water, to a small pond, there is a small bridge, the setting sun shines on the pond, the pond seems to be a mirror, shining out the shadow of the three of us. A few willow trees there, green as a piece of jasper, dappled, business green.
The sun has gone down, we still play in the small pond, the calm surface of the lake reflects the three of us happy shadow.
Perhaps this is life, this is the best time of life.
In everyone's heart, there is a meal of the best time. For those good times, we will then linger. Let's spend that best time together ......
In the crystal clear Li River, by the side of a stretch of mountains. My mom and I and other family were looking at the beautiful and charming scenery. Guilin, is a famous tourist destination. It is often said that "the landscape of Guilin is the best in the world, and the landscape of Yangshuo is comparable to that of Guilin". I heard that the landscape of Yangshuo is better than that of Guilin. Our family is on the way to Yangshuo.
By the side of the road, a layer of striking terraces have been integrated into my heart. A bird call, a butterfly, I have been mesmerized by them. I didn't realize that Yangshuo had arrived. We came to the essence of the Li River. A mountain of different shapes stands on the Li River. We took a small boat and paddled on the Li River. The water in Lijiang is so clear that you can see the fish under the Lijiang River. The boat, swimming swimming, swimming to the Ten Mile Gallery.
Played the Li River essence section. We came to the silver rock. The guide introduced us to the silver rock, the guide also said, "swim the silver rock, a life without money". We went in, and it was very wet inside. I can not help but put on a coat. The first thing that caught my eye was the musical stone screen, a pink stone screen, like a waterfall. I immediately took a picture there. Then, as we continued to walk, I saw an umbrella-like stone with colorful colors on it. The tour guide introduced it as the "Mixed Pearl Umbrella". The first president of the United States (I also forget), pay a high price to buy this stone, the mayor of Guilin did not buy ......
Guilin has many delicious, such as Guilin rice noodles, I like to eat. Guilin called a good friend called Iron Dog ......
The best time is still worth remembering, the best time is not necessarily the only one oh!
The best time 4"The best time ......" I mumbled in my mind, only to feel an emptiness - as if after middle school, I did not feel in the play in the beautiful anymore. So now, I'll write about the best times in my little world. In my mind, the best time is when I write an essay with all my heart. I will use my hand to write with one stroke of my heart, to write what I think in my heart, to condense all my thoughts in every stroke and every picture, I will write my joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, to constitute the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy in life. I will write out my dreams and fantasies, creating an alternative world. At that time, I would be immersed in my writing. Incredibly beautiful and satisfying.
In my entertainment, quietly listening to a song is also the best time. I would leave all the stress of my studies behind and listen to each song with all my heart. I listened to the singer's state of mind and the sorrows and joys of the world. I would feel the significance of each tune, quietly listen to the singer's words, and hum the tune from the depths of my heart. Listening to the music of life, which is also more beautiful than things. In my life, looking at the sky at night, watching the stars and the moon is the best time. I will let go of all my thoughts, caress the loneliness of the night, listen to the conversation of the grass, the trees, listen to the moon, the stars of the laughter also listen to their own heart. Sitting under the night sky, I would feel the joy and beauty of life. At that time, I will be infinite reverie: the moon in the show of their newly purchased sarong, stars in the sky mischievous winking eyes, grass, trees in their own distress .......
The night sky is so beautiful in my dream, the best time is to fly like a bird, so free, so unrestrained, with the purest soul. I want to fly to the "best time" like a bird, flying in the blue sky, singing in the field. I love writing, I love music, I love the night sky, I love birds. I like this quiet life.
I am happy, in my life is full of joy: countless honors, travel with the family, praised by everyone ...... But when it comes to the best time of life, I can not say, always looking for answers.
In the evening, I lazily lie in bed, lazily watching TV, my legs are very sore, people are very sleepy. This morning I participated in the County Arts Festival Choral Competition. I got up at 5:00 a.m. in the morning, which was an unprecedented first for me, and the hard work finally paid off, as our chorus program won the first prize in the county. I was so happy that I reported to my mother as soon as I got home, "Mom, we won first place in the chorus." "Really? You're great!" My mother also smiled and encouraged me, "Work harder and try to get the chorus to win the city championship!" I was very happy, not because the chorus won the first place, but my mother's warm words, as if I put on invisible wings, flying comfortably in the sky.
Before going to bed, my mother lay down beside me and said, "Come on, lean on me, are tired all day, should also take a good rest." I snuggled up to my mother, face overflowing with happiness. Touching the scene, my mother could not help but think of me as a child snuggled up next to her, she will be my child's embarrassing things to say to me, I listened to laugh, my mother also laughed, gradually, I sweetly sleep ......
That night, I found the answer to what I want, the best time of my life is to get my mother's loving encouragement and sleeping peacefully in my mother's arms.
The best time of my life was when I was encouraged by my mother's love and slept peacefully in her arms.
The best time of my life was when I was encouraged by my mother's love and slept peacefully in her arms.The best of times, many people will think of the happiest time, the time with blue sky and white clouds. In my eyes, the best 'time, is the time after my friend gave me a lesson.
The sky was dark, the soft light illuminated my way home, I took a brisk step, without a trace of haste, and then unhappy things will be because today is Friday and rushed away.
Open the computer, on the qq, this is the first big thing to go home, and then to the home group clamor a few times, this is the second big thing. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. A few "tic tic tic" pulled me back to the so-called home.
The argument was very intense. The only reason is that three words "can not be said!" I watched the war without smoke and mirrors - "Beacon"! But when they knocked out a word, a paragraph, a paragraph, my face suddenly more two tear tracks. Originally, the so-called friends, just in the boredom of the chat tool. This makes me hate the Tencent QQ chat tool even more.
Once upon a time, I was working for these "friends", trying to paint a picture. It's a beautiful picture. The cold words of the "friends" made the picture freeze in that moment. I used dark blue, I used white to outline the warmth of the restoration. I used the black, filled with dazzling white, tears even if that no meaning to speak of "hand-drawn".
After two hours, I had a long and deep lesson. The teacher was my so-called friend, and the content was a topic I was proud of - friendship.
I spent two hours reading about friendship, and how that gorgeous layer of false appearances is what they use to cover up the ugliness of their hearts.
The best time is when I read through the friendship. The best time is when I read through the friendships. The journey of life has many friends, of course, good, but more bad friends is not good. I thank them for spending two hours to give me a lesson that I can never forget in my life, and the lesson they gave me was unbelievable, because the content was my personal experience.
The best times are not always good. Beauty may be poignant. Socializing is also a lesson. Everyone has fallen in front of it, it's woeful, it's painful, but here I read that one should not fall in the same place twice. Learn the lesson of each fall.
The Best of Times 7Looking up at the starry sky, the stars twinkling, let me evoke the beautiful memories of childhood.
I remember when I was little, my mom and dad were busy working and put me in my grandfather's house. I was so happy to hear that I was going to live with my grandpa. I and my grandfather were like "buddies" and we talked about everything. One summer night, my grandpa was sitting on a bench, enjoying the night, so I ran over to him and jumped on his lap, and he said, "Slow down, your old legs are dying!" With a big smile, I leaned on my grandfather's shoulder. Grandpa then told me the story of "The Wolf Came". The night sky is quiet, my mouth with a smile in the grandfather's arms soundly sweet sleep, and in my ears still echoing "my good grandchildren will not lie like the children inside, she will be honest, honest ......".
I remember when I was in second grade, the language teacher told us to buy a Xinhua Dictionary. After school, I raised this matter with my grandfather. Grandpa frowned and said nothing. The next morning, Grandpa told me to close my eyes and change a Xinhua Dictionary like a magician, I was so happy that I hugged Grandpa's leg and shouted, "Long live Grandpa, long live Grandpa." Grandpa smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a line. I didn't expect that when I came home from school at noon, Grandpa was lying on his bed, sweating profusely, as if he was having a hard time. It turned out that Grandpa had run to several bookstores to buy a dictionary for me. "Grandpa, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have asked you to buy a dictionary." Grandpa touched my head, signaling for me not to blame myself, don't worry, just rest. When my grandfather was not well, I was always listless in class, until my grandfather got well, I jumped as joyfully as a deer.
Now I have returned to my parents, but the wonderful memories I had with my grandfather when I was a child will always be in my mind, forever and ever ......
The Best of Times 8Time seems to flow like running water, slowly flowing through my fingers, never to return, but those past events left in my heart will always be my The best time in my memory.
Early spring of that year
The bright sunshine outside the window into the house, warm, soft sleepy eyes, looking at the reflection of the center standard, only to see a blinding white.
"Get up--"
With the sound of my grandmother's reprimand, I was driven out of the nest. I had to put on my still heavy clothes and walk out of the room slowly. At this time the family's big yellow dog as if it had been waiting early in the morning, at the door with an expectant gaze at me. "Go! Go out and sneak!" I led it out of the yard, and took a Frisbee in my hand and threw it toward the grass. With a gentle toss, it retrieves it no matter how far away it is. I fumbled around and pulled a few coins out of my pocket, counting them one by one, just enough to buy one of Rhubarb's favorite sausages. I walked gently to the store, trying to avoid the line of sight of the grandmother, rhubarb seems to understand my mind, also quietly followed me. I smiled as I watched it eat its intestines with satisfaction. In the early spring of that year, I was five years old, and the company of pets was the best time.
Midsummer of that year
The setting sun that was about to go down shone on the earth with its last ounce of strength, smothering people who couldn't breathe.
"Good grandson, come and eat, after eating grandma can tell you a story."
Perhaps lured by the story, I ate a little more than usual, and Grandma said she wanted to reward me, of course, with a few more good stories. Bringing out the old rocking chair, Grandma sat down while I sat on her lap. "Once upon a time, long, long ago, it was also such a starry night ......" I not only followed the plot of the story to look up at the sky. "The Queen Mother wouldn't let her niece come down to earth ......" Halfway through the story, Grandma suddenly stopped and walked into the vegetable patch, "Come, eat persimmons." Oh, grandma really love me, secretly in the vegetables ripe points to me a small portion. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the summer, and I was seven years old, so I had the company of my grandmother, and it was the best time.
The late fall of that year
Autumn leaves fall, some say it is the season of bleakness, cold winds, is a hint of chill. But there is another mirror image of fall, the fall harvest.
"Hey--"
Listening to the villagers yell, resounding throughout the wheat field, I also joined the "war". I was nine years old in the late autumn of that year, and the company of labor was the best time.
The late winter of that year
The wind was howling outside the house, but it was cold.
"Wow, wow ......"
is the sound of me turning the pages of the book, I was completely immersed in the beauty of the book, do not care about the cold outside, only the secretary warmed my heart. In the late winter of that year, I was fourteen years old, and the company of books was the best time.
Year after year, day after day, time rushes by, but can not take away these stay in the heart of the best time.
The best family time is to welcome the outdoors with your family, sit under a big tree for a picnic, enjoy the natural works of nature, sit or lie down, chat or talk about the world, and the sound of laughter spread all over the mountains and fields.
Watching a DVD with your family, eating sweet popcorn, happily nestled on the couch, curled up with your feet bowed, laughing and crying together, talking about the content of the plot, leaning on your mom's warm shoulder, this is the best family time.
And family members to stroll the night market, hand in hand, eat cheap delicious snacks, play with mom and dad's childhood set of circles to eat, although it is not a delicacy, to play is not a smile proud of the eagle, but with the family to taste together with the same music, taste more delicious than the food, the heartbeat index than the smile proud of the eagle is more heroic.
In front of this Black Forest cake, is to give me a birthday cake, mom and dad for me to celebrate the birthday, blow out the candles, make a wish, candlelight reflecting, mom's eyes looking forward to, dad's expression of gratification, as well as my happy smile, this is how good family time.
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March, in this willow green, spring rainy season, the school organized to go to the Pingyang pit of the Nanshan Nongjia play.
As soon as we arrived at the farmhouse, we were attracted by the wonderful countryside. Looking at the mountain from afar, it seemed to be wrapped in a sea of tumbling clouds. Immediately after that, we went to the chicken catching field and started the chicken catching activity. The first group started first, I looked at them, and secretly thought: "I've never caught a chicken, will I be pecked by a chicken this time?" My turn came, I followed the chickens everywhere, how can not catch the chicken. So, I had an idea and grabbed the chicken's tail. The chicken's tail was flapping and its feet kept struggling, so I quickly held the chicken and handed it to the teacher.
The wind is blowing, the butterflies are dancing, and the rape flowers are blossoming. Time flies, in the twinkling of an eye, it's afternoon again, we reluctantly left Pingyangkeng, I looked back at the beautiful Pingyangkeng.