Remember that time, it is to celebrate the "June 1" festival and organized a special open I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to. On the stage, the colorful balloons dotted between them, colorful, really make people's eyes confused. With the host's exciting voice, the party began. One by one, the program is brilliant, laughter, shouting, applause, a row, very lively! Everyone waved their fluorescent cupped, as if they had become the twinkling stars, and the burning bonfire reflected, illuminating the large playground covered with night. It was the turn of our fifth grade to perform the four grand finale programs. During the singing, the days of hard rehearsal before the performance had become a good memory, and we all put our heart and soul into the performance. During the song "Can we not break up?", I had a lot of thoughts with the energetic steps of the dancers. Yes, doesn't this song express our heart at this moment? What we want to say most is: "Alma mater, can we not break up!" At the end of the song, the whole room full of applause, this is everyone's affirmation of our graduating class students, how can I forget?
The most exciting part was the fire lighting ceremony. Teachers and representatives of the Young Pioneers led us in shouting slogans, and several spirited Young Pioneers began the torch-passing ceremony, bringing the evening to a climax. Torch burning in the night, reflecting the red face of everyone, surging the tide of everyone's heart ...... Listening to the teacher and classmates recited in high spirits, I understand that the revolutionary flame needs to be inherited from one generation to the next ...... When the music played, everyone stepped on the joyous Rhythm, around the fluorescent fire danced a collective dance, some two a group, some into a small circle ...... The entire playground was infected by this atmosphere, everyone all boiled, began to revel in ......
What an unforgettable night ah! In the depths of my memory, this beautiful memories, and the flavor of ten thousand colors, as a surging song, often in my heart singing ......
2. Beautiful memories
The past time no longer exists, but, leaving me the most, is the memory of the time. I have fantasized about turning back time, but I can't do it after all, so, in my inner heart, the past life left me only good memories ......
I recall the spring, the season of birds and flowers. We sang loudly and walked along the field paths. Spring trips are most appealing to children, yet frying and cooking and running and playing are even more enjoyable. We sat under a tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue, under the blue sky, the tree branches have sprouted shoots, I seem to see it is growing strong, bathed in the spring sunshine. That shoots, is not it the vigorous us?
I recall summer, the season of new green. In that small garden belonging to me, countless small flowers and grasses grew. The grass was shiny green, while the flowers bloomed more brightly! Scattered flowers scattered in the small garden, they are not as delicate as peonies, nor the fragrance of jasmine, but they are still as touching, beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flying, close, closer! Oh, it's a bee, very, very small. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, accompanying the bee and settling down everywhere. Isn't that bee, in fact, our hard-working gardener?
I recall the fall, with the harvest season. The fields, look, full of gold, with the wind constantly undulating, like a wave of tumbling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears hang all over the branches, is so watery, call people mouth-watering. Bite a mouthful, the flow of fragrance overflowing, calling people can not forget for a long time. On campus, we chattered incessantly, a summer vacation without seeing each other, can not help but miss each other. Summer vacation, we learned a lot of things, that knowledge, is not exactly our harvest?
I recall the winter, the season of warmth. Although the leaves have fallen out, but also occasionally visible birds singing in the trees; grass has been yellow, but it will grow again next year; New Year's Day, although the cold wind is still harsh, but that a New Year's greeting card is full of warmth. It sends students a friendship, a sincere, that blessing, is not that long warmth?
I recall the past, more yearning for the future of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Let them be full of birdsong, covered with new green, destined to harvest, overflowing with warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!