I remembered his composition 1. On a boring night, the annual rings of time are still spinning. The stars in the sky look at me with their bright eyes. Slowly, your figure is rippling in my mind. Your famous words play in my mind. I miss you. My best friend has a flight.
In my memory, I remember you running like a gust of wind and sweating like rain on the playground. Your eyes, like black gems, shine in my heart, as if the night is opaque, and can also light up the road ahead.
On a beautiful morning, I played hide and seek with Chen Yihang. What is Minions? Minions is a flying toy. Put your hand under it and it will fly automatically. Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow, sometimes it's hovering fast in the air, and sometimes it's going straight to the "cloud". When it hits an object, it will quickly turn around and fly in the air. It's like a flexible elf.
"We have a competition, and whoever can catch it will win," I said excitedly.
"Okay, three, two, one, go!" You also said excitedly.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. You stamped your foot and jumped up, trying to catch it with your hand, but it turned and fled to my side. Not to be outdone, I jumped at you with my body and reached for it, but it was empty. I am not convinced. I looked up, eyes staring at the direction of Minions, continue to speed up the pace. You stand on the sofa for a while and run and jump for a while. We are exhausted and seem to have no "fighting power". Suddenly, the minions came crashing like headless flies, and with a bang, they fell to the ground. We looked at each other with ecstasy, and at the same time rushed up and caught our minions.
Those indelible memories, like leaves falling in autumn, always fly in time.
I remember his composition. When I do morning exercises, I see a paper ball on the ground, which reminds me of an amiable old cleaner. ...
In the past, the streets were spotless, because there was a hardworking grandfather who wore an orange coat and a straw hat. I don't know if his face is tanned or formed by dust and dirt. He sweeps back and forth in this street every day.
I met this grandfather in the first grade. That weekend, when I was still having breakfast, I heard the sound of sweeping the floor, rustling, like painting the wall. It was midsummer and the morning sun was already burning. The dazzling sunshine shone on grandpa's body, and sweat came out of his face like pearls and wet by rain. Sweating, he insisted on sweeping the floor. I can't help but pass a refreshing glass of juice. He looked at me with a kind smile and kept saying thank you. At that time, I thought he was so kind, gentle and kind.
I am in grade five now, and I don't have much time. I seldom have time to visit my grandfather. But I'm going to see him this weekend.
I got up early and went out to visit my grandfather. But grandpa disappeared, so I asked around to find some news about him. I learned later that he was hit by a car and died. ...
I'm sorry to hear such news. I really don't want to lose such a loving and amiable cleaner grandpa!
I remembered his composition. When I was a child, many things have disappeared from my mind, but every time I see those photos, I will think of many things. These photos record my changes and growth since childhood.
One day, I was looking at old photos. Suddenly, I saw a familiar but strange photo. I thought about it and finally thought it was my grandfather. I feel particularly sad when I think of my grandfather. My grandfather died four years ago, when I was a six-year-old child and knew nothing.
I remember the day my grandfather died, we were in the hospital, and I saw the name of my grandfather's family shouting in the player. As soon as we heard it, we went upstairs. Before I got to the door, my parents went in with the doctor, but my aunt didn't go in and was outside with me. But before long, menstruation was in tears. She hugged me and kept calling me grandpa. My aunt's tears flowed on my face and clothes. I stood there stupidly, not knowing what happened and not crying. After a while, I realized that grandpa would never be in this world again, and I would never see him again. Looking back at that time, I really felt like a little fool and never thought about gratitude. When I was a child, my grandfather took me. He was so kind to me that he never scolded me or made me suffer. In those days when my grandfather and I were separated, my grandfather thought of me most.
Although grandpa is gone, I believe he must be watching us from the sky and protecting us.