Time flies, I am no longer the child who snuggled in my mother's arms. The mark of time is changing us, separating us and meeting us again. Counting the past, maybe we can't help crying and exulting. Time is like disappearing dew, silently moistening the flowers and plants in the coming year.
Looking back on my years, any feeling of being squeezed in my heart for many years is like a smiling flower, quietly watching the sunrise and sunset on a windy day. Remember those days of the senior high school entrance examination? For the so-called tomorrow, we fight and struggle endlessly. And this cruelty has passed, and with a stiff and far-fetched smile, we embarked on this journey that changed the fate of each of us. As a result, many people got separated. It's gone. I couldn't get in touch. But the years are still there, tireless. At that time, we were still treated as children, doing homework that could never be finished. We used to yearn for the vast sky outside and run freely on the grass. But we must be busy and occasionally raise our heads. The sunset sets off the horizon and the day has passed. The years are mottled, but the story of that day seems to be still in front of us, faintly green. At this moment, I shuttle through the cracks in my memory, and gradually understand that I am still so unforgettable about the past days.
The beautiful paragraphs describing memories will not stop. Because of this, I hate memories. I am afraid that I will stay in the past, so I follow the footsteps of time closely. Actually, I was wrong. Memories are the most sacred, even the gods can't touch them. Different memories make us different, so in this summer of seventeen, I began to remember for the first time. ...
I remembered myself when I was four years old. At the seaside, I hugged my mother tightly because I was afraid of water.
I remembered my seven-year-old self and stole other people's grapes with my friends in the garden.
I remembered myself at the age of fourteen when I was on a spring outing, and pushed my teacher into the river with my classmates.
I remembered the feeling of sour nose when I graduated from junior high school and separated from my best friend. ...
How can these memories be abandoned?
Famous sayings about memories 1. Where there is no interest, there is no memory. -Goethe
2. History is the life of memory. -Cicero
I hope I don't feel guilty about life every time I recall it. -Guo Xiaochuan
Without a lot of forgetfulness, there is no continuation of life. -Balzac
Let's not drag down our memories with the sadness of the past. -Shakespeare
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