Recalling the past 1 I remember that four months ago, I was slowly carving vivid expressions on a sketch book with a sketch pen. At this time, the radio station in the studio is playing a song: "There is nothing wrong". Although it was only five to ten seconds, this song echoed in my heart again and again like an echo. I suddenly stood motionless like a petrified stone statue, thinking back to the "correctness" of those ten seconds.
"I think I love you, and the wind changes color for you. You can't see the future and you can't find your way back. On the edge of falling, my vision gradually blurred ... "After I got home, I played this song over and over again. I felt possessed, and my hands kept hovering over the repeated buttons on the machine. Listening, I suddenly remembered my classmates in primary school, and my tears stayed like an unstoppable waterfall. At the end of the music, I suddenly stopped moving and entered the past. This song is like my life. When it is broadcast, it will remind me of a series of past events.
On one occasion, the art class encountered a bottleneck. I accidentally drew the wrong item in the picture, but it was too late and the class was almost over. My heart suddenly became anxious. At this moment, the familiar melody sounded in my ears, and the words in the lyrics hit my ears deeply. The word "correct" suddenly occurred to me. Not all people, things and things in the world are correct, and it is impossible for us not to make mistakes, and not everything is correct. I don't think I'm perfect. I must correct my mistake. I don't complain about my incompetence and stupidity, but I have to ask myself if I have tried my best and then review my shortcomings.
Now, I still remember this song that once touched me. I also learned the correct definition from the last mistake, and slowly stopped blaming myself for my mistakes. Whenever I hear this song, I always think of it, turning my originally lost mood into the energy of new hope.
Recall the past II. Childhood is a beautiful flower in the spring breeze. Childhood is the brilliant starlight in the Milky Way. It is sweet and warm to recall many past events. My childhood was spent in this joy and happiness.
I remember that when I was seven years old. Once, my mother asked me to help her pack jiaozi, and I willingly agreed to her. I started to pack jiaozi. I looked around with dumpling skin. I see some pots on the table. They are full of stuffing, but I don't know where to start. I could only do what I could at that time. How can I do this? My mother came over when she saw me in a hurry. She picked up the dumpling wrapper, put some stuffing on it and put the stuffing in the middle.
I did it step by step according to the steps demonstrated by my mother just now. First take a dumpling skin, then put a small piece of stuffing in the middle of the dumpling skin, then fold it in half and squeeze some shuttles. I squeezed hard, and the stuffing in the middle was exposed because it was in the wrong position. My mother stood by and called me an idiot.
I was not convinced, so I did it again, because all the steps in the first time were well done, but the last step was a little wrong and a little proud. I picked up the dumpling skin and hummed, even holding the stuffing, holding it like a toy, humming in my mouth and shouting slogans: "I pinch, I pinch, I pinch; By the time I woke up completely, a dumpling skin full of water had been drained by me. At this time, I want to laugh and feel a little angry. I did it for the third time, and finally succeeded for the fourth time, and made a very beautiful jiaozi. I am very happy.
I will never forget the happiness of my childhood. My childhood is like a colorful dream, which makes me extremely happy! It's a dream in heaven! I want to keep this dream all my life!
Today, memories woke me up again.
At night, when we got home, there was no light at that time. It is very difficult for my mother to open the door with the key of the keyhole, which reminds me of a past event.
At that time, I was at grandpa's house. Dad and grandpa went to weed together, and only my grandmother and I were at home. Grandma is preparing lunch in the kitchen, but I'm afraid I have nothing to do. "Oh, it's so boring." I complained, just wandering around my grandmother's house. Suddenly, I vaguely saw a small hole at the door of the room. There are dark things in the cave all day. I looked at it carefully, but I couldn't figure out why, so I broke the casserole and got to the bottom of it. I ran to the door, looked tentatively and touched it with my little hand. However, I am too young to reach it. Helpless, I glanced around to see if there was anything useful. I found a slender straw, poked at the small hole carefully and stared at the small hole with rapt attention. Suddenly, the straw pole touched the black thing. I held my breath and slowly pulled the unknown object. That black thing fell headlong to the ground. I picked it up at once to see what I dreamed. At first glance, it turned out to be a big and thick thing, a unique key, and I suddenly lost interest.
Suddenly, grandma came to the room, and I quickly hid the key behind me. Grandma put her hand into the hole, as if groping for something, but reached out and found nothing. I was a little scared, afraid that grandma would misunderstand something, so I had to reach out and give this strange key to grandma. Grandma was shocked when she saw it. She just smiled and said to me kindly, "Oh? You took it. Come on, grandma will teach you to open the door. " Say that finish, grandma pulled me over, inserted the key, and gently twisted it.
I'm a little surprised, too Grandma didn't get angry with me, but taught me to open the door. So, I also watched my grandmother carefully and learned to unlock.
Recalling the past, I opened the photo album and a graduation photo came into view. My memory goes back to primary school, back to that place at that time. I can't help laughing at the thought of him. he is ...
The circle of life is really small, and the circle of school is even smaller. In primary school, he was a big shot. At school, he was notorious for being naughty. He is the most troublesome student for the teacher, and it breaks the heart of the class teacher.
God really cares for me. I have been unlucky for eight generations. The teacher just let me sit at the same table with him. Alas, it is inevitable to accommodate his naughty childishness.
The deskmate always likes "provocation": if you want to ask a question, you can knock your head with a pen and drink "the drink of the wise" at the same time. Put my scraps of paper and words together, read them out loud and say something that makes people laugh and cry. When I was so angry that I couldn't speak, he smiled as if he were proud of something.
His greatest career is sleeping. He often wakes up after class. His mouth is not idle, humming "I love you, love you, just like a mouse loves rice" all day. Once I was thinking about a topic and was interrupted by his song "Beauty". I shouted angrily, "What are you singing? If the mouse loves rice, let it sing to rice. Are you a mouse? "
"Shout what roar? Our eyes are as big as those of cattle, and we resolutely implement the policy of good-neighborliness and friendship. Besides, good men don't fight with women. "
"Dogs don't spit ivory."
"You spit one out for me." Well, this is equivalent to calling me ... I can't take it anymore. Since the enemy has so arrogantly lit the fuse of war, there is nothing to waste your breath anyway. I stared and prepared to do it.
"A gentleman talks but doesn't do it."
"I am not a gentleman, take it." He tasted my strength, didn't dare to parry, and ran away despondently. He still remembers shouting, "Heroes don't eat immediate losses, it's best to plan thirty-six."
It used to be a pleasure to want to sit at the same table, but now we have to go our separate ways. The thought of these stings our hearts and makes us reluctant to give up. ...
Looking back, lying quietly on the endless prairie, breathing the fresh air, watching the cotton candy-like clouds in the blue sky and listening to the sound of cows grazing beside me will inevitably arouse people's reverie, but I recall a kite flying incident last year.
In the season when the willow just sprouted, my classmates and I discussed flying kites, and everyone agreed with one voice.
We rushed out of the house, crossed the road and came to a green wheat field, so Xiaomi and Xiao Min started playing with kites first. Xiaomi pays off the line in front, and Xiao Min drags the kite behind. Don't say, they cooperate well! Driven by the gentle wind, the kite gradually flew higher and higher, dancing her enchanting and beautiful body. At first, the kite hesitated like a wounded bird and almost kissed the telephone pole. Later, slowly, the kite seemed to feel cold and flew higher and higher. But they are happy. They don't know what sympathy is. They asked me to chase after them, running fast and chasing slowly, and finally caught up with them.
It's Xiao San's turn to play with Xiao Lang. Kites seem to be Xiao Lang's enemies. It just flew a little, which made us all ecstatic, but in the blink of an eye, a pot of cold water suddenly fell down and the kite hung down again. I tried it several times in a row, and the results were exactly the same. This made Xiao Lang very angry. That's called blowing your beard and glaring! Finally, she simply used her splash, and sure enough, the kite flew for the last time!
When everyone sat down to have a rest, I quietly walked up to the kite and put it on my waist, thinking that maybe the kite could take me to the blue sky or play with it! I flew with open arms and my feet began to run wildly. As if really flying in the blue sky, shaking hands with white clouds and embracing the sun. If this is a dream, I would rather live in it forever.
I just opened my eyes, only to find my friends laughing.
Recalling the past feels like a dream, but when this dream wakes up, you will truly understand the beauty of the past!
Looking back, you are growing up day by day. Looking back on the road, what is deposited in the depths of memory is those past events. A reminder from my mother, a smile from my teacher, a setback in my life and a feeling in my study; A cloud on the horizon; A glimmer of light ... recalling the past will touch life and make life wonderful. ...
The past is integrated into life.
There are many things in my memory that have penetrated into my life. These things, both joyful and sad, have enriched life and added beauty to the long road of life.
I remember when I was a child, every time I came out from home and went to kindergarten, nursery and primary school, my mother always shouted at the door, "Come back early, and be careful on the road …" I often went to the stairs, and I could vaguely hear my mother's words. At first, I was confused. These things are always mentioned at home and at school. Why does my mother repeat these words every day?
A few times, my mother was not at home, and she couldn't hear her familiar voice or the sound of washing Haloxylon ammodendron in the kitchen, but she was not used to it.
My mother's words have been integrated into my life, and this past event moved me. This is my mother's love.
Every time I come home from school, I will see the wonderful scene of the sunset. There are various shapes floating under the dark blue sky, the colors are like ripples in the deep sea, and the farthest is the sun. After a hard day's work, I scattered a layer of blush, as if infected with the surrounding clouds, making myself bright and charming. So this group became a beautiful picture, and occasionally a group of birds joined it, which was more poetic. Looking at such beautiful scenery, you will feel that even life is beautiful!
The faint cloud has also become a thing of the past, melting into my life and dreams. It also makes life more exciting and brings beautiful enjoyment.
The past always comes to my eyes, because they have been dissolved into my life, and their existence is indispensable in my life!