Treasured memories 1
There are always some people and things treasured in everyone’s memory that people cannot part with and cannot forget. It's like following the footsteps of parents who have traveled together, and like partners who have known and separated.
There is a little friend of mine downstairs, her name is Qiqi. She is a grade above me, maybe because we are about the same height, so we get along very well when playing together. She has a very responsible father, who often studies with her until very late, and she can still hear her father's criticism even after ten o'clock. In the morning, she always hears "Qiqi, wake up!" on time, with a particularly loud voice. , every time I get up with a smile.
We play together when we have time, and we are inseparable. We ride bicycles around the community together, enjoying the coolness of the summer breeze; we also play shuttlecock in the sun, run and jump there, leaving a lot of laughter; every day, I practice piano upstairs, no matter what She would often praise me whether I played well or poorly; and her hobby was painting, and she was very good at it. Every time I paint with her, I am convinced that she has lost. When we got tired of playing, we would read together at home, and soon we would be immersed in the ocean of knowledge. When we met something interesting, we would borrow a few books from each other.
One time, I bought a few more park tickets and wanted to give them to her, but I learned that she was moving. I panicked. Didn’t I lose another good partner? We didn't even have a chance to say goodbye, but the books in the study that she forgot to return to her always reminded me of the happy times we had together, and these will eventually become memories that I will treasure forever. Treasured Memory 2
"There are close friends in the sea, and we are neighbors as far apart as the world." Whenever I read this poem, I think of a person. Even though we are separated now, the memories of my childhood are still treasured. in my heart.
I remember when we were very young, she and I were neighbors, so we always got together after school. Being with her made me feel very happy. We would sit on the bed and draw or watch. Picture books, she likes to tell stories to me. I still remember her cadence of tone. In the summer, she always asked me to catch tadpoles, and then brought them back and watched them turn into little frogs day by day. Sometimes we would also hide and seek and catch dragonflies in the rapeseed fields. At night when I was watching the cool breeze, I would tell her ghost stories to scare her, which made her afraid to sleep alone at night. Sometimes we would quarrel, and we would go home and cry to our parents. But when we met the next day, we would forget about yesterday's unpleasantness and go play together. Even though sometimes I was wrong, she always let me go.
I remember one birthday, she came to my house to spend it with me. She said she had a surprise for me, so she called me out and then went home to get a big bag of stuff. It was bulging, I don’t know. She asked me to guess what was inside, but even my stupid brain couldn't figure it out, so she stuffed it into me and I opened it to take a look. The entire bag was actually filled with fireworks, big and small. Winter is the season when fireworks are set off. She said she had saved her pocket money for a long time to buy them. At that time, I was moved. Tears always rolled in my eyes. It was so gorgeous. When the fireworks shine in the sky, I think, this is our friendship.
Later I went to elementary school and she also changed schools. We had almost no contact with her since then, but the memories of my childhood will always be treasured in my heart. Treasured Memory 3
The wind outside the window was blowing gently. Suddenly, a leaf blew in front of me. When I saw it, the gate of memory was opened involuntarily.
In that exam, I got a "good" score in "Raise the Red Lantern". For a while, the ridicule of my classmates, the earnest instruction of the teacher, and the sighs of my parents came all over me, and I was upset. , but who can know my voice and my difficulties?
I started to escape. That day, in order to stop hearing my parents’ voices, I went to my classmate Xiaoge’s house. When she saw that I was no longer as happy as before, she asked me why. After the tree fell, he said: "This leaf is really a repayment of kindness. It absorbs the essence of the tree. When winter comes, in order to escape the cold, it falls to the ground, but in the end it cannot escape being corroded."
After hearing this, she said: "You are wrong. The leaves are to repay a favor. In order to make its tree mother stronger, it is willing to be corroded by the land so that its tree mother can receive the nutrients it contributes. You are just like Like leaves, you can't escape for your parents and teachers, because you know in your heart that you are sorry for them, so you choose to escape. I believe you will not let them down next time. "
My heart suddenly became enlightened. Yes, although I am escaping these days, I am also working hard silently. I can no longer let my teachers and parents down.
On the way home, the sky seemed to be much bluer, and the birds seemed to be singing for me, because I would work harder and not let my teachers and parents down again.
Time has returned to the present. Thinking of that incident, a warm current surged in my heart. She made me stop escaping and regain my confidence. I will never forget her, let alone her words and this incident.
This incident is the best memory I have ever cherished! 4
There are many touching things in the Olympic Games, whether it is the Olympic Games or the Paralympic Games. Let me tell you a true story.
Once again in the 200-meter swimming competition, a Chinese young man attracted special attention.
He had no hands and only one leg. In a special accident, he was forced to have his hands and one leg removed, but he showed amazing perseverance in the competition.
I think that although he is a disabled person, His spirit is worthy of our learning.
Most of today's young people have the same shortcoming: they couldn't do one thing a few times. , I won’t do it. What’s the reason? It’s just too time-consuming.
There is a drug called “606” that was tested 606 times before it was successful. The people who tested it gave up after only 605 trials. So, will this kind of medicine have the honor it has today?
Everyone has. We should have confidence in ourselves. Facing the long runway, we should say to ourselves: "I can do it!" "Facing every exam question, we should say to ourselves: "I can do it! "Facing every test paper, we should say to ourselves: "I can do it! "Facing every difficulty, we should say to ourselves: "I can do it! "...
We must respond to countless little things and countless difficulties with a smile and add our words: "I can do it!" " Treasured Memories 5
The past is like yesterday, but the mood is no longer the same. Looking back, I must be like this, longing for the future, but cherishing the past. Deep in my heart, there is always a memory worth cherishing.
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In childhood, I was so obsessed with the swing standing on the green lawn, which carried almost all my hopes. Several children sat together, and several people took turns pushing behind. The swings swung high, the skirts lifted, and our hearts burst out with crisp and loud laughter. /p>
As childhood fades, the carefree laughter is treasured in my heart.
The blazing sunshine shines down. Even the leaves seemed to have been dried, looking sleepy. Six years of time were frozen in a thin photo, and everything in the past seemed to be missing, feeling empty. In the classmate book, the lines of text are either delicate or flying, and the words are like human beings. The warmth I feel from the bottom of my heart is treasured by me as time goes by. The colorful nostalgia is treasured in my heart.
I treasure the laughter and nostalgia. I leave a small world in my heart because I know that these treasures are the most beautiful and nostalgia in my life.
Treasured Memories 6
Everyone has some unforgettable treasures in his heart. Whenever I see that pair of badminton rackets, it stirs up long-lost dusty memories. It's like a shining pearl, forever unforgettable.
The best item in my collection is that badminton racket. Even though it's old and has some paint peeling off in places, it's still priceless in my opinion. He preserves my most precious friendship. Until now, when I see that badminton racket and that unforgettable friendship, it seems like yesterday.
That happened when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school. Badminton was popular in our school at that time. Both senior students and junior students are playing badminton. My good friend Xiaogang and I also like playing badminton very much, but we don’t have rackets, so we borrowed them from other students, but they didn’t lend them to us, so we decided to buy them ourselves.
We decided to save from the breakfast and pocket money given by our parents. After a month of frugality, the two of us combined our savings to buy a pair of badminton rackets. At that time, not to mention how happy we were, we felt that we were the happiest people in the world, and Xiaogang was my best brother. We vowed that from now on we will share blessings and share hardships.
When I got to junior high school, Xiaogang was taken to school by his parents in the city where he was working, and he never came back. And badminton was not that popular anymore, but I still loved playing badminton.
Xiaogang, do you still play badminton now? When you come back, we will have another showdown! But I really don’t know what year and month it will be?
Looking in front of me I picked up the badminton racket and put it in the cabinet to treasure it.
Because to treasure it is to keep that innocent friendship in my memory forever. 7
Under the sun, in the open space in front of the classroom, we were playing the game of "Eagle Catching Chicken", and laughter echoed around us.
Suddenly, there was a "bang". Suddenly, the bright head hit my face. I felt hot in my nose, and when I touched it with my hand, I was stunned and cried loudly. Everyone gathered around me immediately. I don’t know who reported it to the teacher, but Teacher Wu ran over. She held my shoulder and said softly, “Don’t be afraid, stop crying. Let me take a look, oh, it’s the right nostril bleeding. , you raise your left hand above your head and pinch your nose with your right hand, and it will be fine in a while." As he said this, he held my hand above his head and helped me walk towards the pool. At the edge of the pool, the teacher took the water with his hands. He put it on my forehead and patted it, then washed the blood on my face, and then said softly: "Let me go and see if there is any bleeding anymore." Hey! The teacher is really not afraid of bleeding anymore. Dirty and not afraid of the cold, she washed the blood on my face with her own hands. I secretly looked at the teacher with gratitude. She was looking at my face tenderly, while wiping away my tears and remaining blood with a tissue. While saying: "Let me see, oh, wipe here, wipe here, OK, clean!"
After being taken to the office, I drank a cup of hot tea poured by the teacher. I cried, no longer afraid, but a feeling of happiness surged from the bottom of my heart. I suddenly remembered a song that said, "There is a smile that is the most beautiful in the years, just like the red plum blossoms blooming in the snow." Teacher, yours. Caring will be the most beautiful memory of my life, the most beautiful memory that I will cherish forever. 8
Time is passing by, and the silence cannot bear to break it. After a while, the little girl finally had enough and ran towards the old man under the pear tree. Sweat flowed from her forehead to her cheeks, and her clothes were already soaked, but the little girl's face was still filled with a satisfied joy. In his arms, he raised his head and blinked: "Grandma, why do you think fireflies glow?" The old man wiped the sweat from the girl's face, gently shook the cattail leaf fan, and replied: "It's the fireflies holding small lanterns that illuminate the night walk. "Oh," the little girl nodded in understanding: "Firefly is such a good boy, and I want to be a good boy like Firefly." The old man's face was full of smiles, and he caressed the little girl's head. Face.
Tick ??tock, time is still passing. Night, harmony can't bear to break it all. I don’t know how much time passed, but the sound of gentle and even breathing came from under the pear tree. Time begins to turn around. The night is still so peaceful, but the night sky is not as gorgeous as before, and there is no kind old man beside me. Nothing will ever go back to the past, childhood memories will remain in my mind forever. Treasured Memory 9
I thought that six years of primary school life would be so long and difficult, and it seemed like it would never end. Unexpectedly, when I was facing graduation, I felt that six years was so short and wonderful, as if it happened in the blink of an eye. Looking back on every bit of these six years, those wonderful times have become treasures in my memory.
I remember when I first entered school, I didn’t know anyone well, ignored anyone, and felt unfamiliar with everything. It was not until later that I slowly got closer to my classmates and played with them.
One time, I can’t remember why, I was unhappy. No one expected that many classmates came over, some comforted me, some made faces at me and made me laugh. Under the annoyance of my classmates, my mood finally changed and a smile appeared on my face.
In the third grade, my classmates and I became more and more harmonious. When my classmates have something to do, I take the initiative to help them, and when I have something to do, they take the initiative to help me. Although we are bound to have some minor conflicts - they play pranks and take away my things, so I have no choice but to take their things and exchange them with each other. However, it is these small contradictions that make me feel that life has waves and color.
It’s the last semester of sixth grade and I’m about to graduate. Many people went around with a classmate directory asking for messages. When I wrote blessings and signed names in many people's guestbooks, the graduation song quietly played, and sad emotions came to my heart.
In the past six years, there have been laughter, tears, harmony, and misunderstandings. Every bit of the memories is cherished. Treasured Memory 10
There are many things lingering in my memory, but one thing is that I still feel childish and ridiculous at that time.
That was when I was 6 years old. Everyone recommended me to wrestle with a fat man. Fatty called everyone "fatty". Let's play a best-of-three game, and whoever wins will have 20 noses shaved.
Everything is ready and ready to start. I used all my strength to rush toward the opponent. "Fat Man" hit me like a young bull. There was a "bang" sound, and the two of them fell sideways. Their foreheads were immediately swollen after hitting their foreheads, and half of their strength was consumed. So this round doesn’t count.
The second game started. I sat down on the ground and ignored the "fat man", who immediately took advantage of the crisis and bumped into me. Suddenly I saw the "fat man" rushing over. I had an idea and immediately ducked to the side, but the "fat man" jumped into the air and ate a mouth full of sand. My friends and I laughed happily. I won the second game.
The third game begins. I was like a proud rooster, and "Fat Man" rushed over like a cow seeing red cloth. I flashed to the right and didn't see what was next to me. I hit the wall and lay on the ground unable to get up. When my friends saw my embarrassed appearance, they all held their stomachs and laughed. After they laughed enough, they helped me up. I screamed in pain. "Fat Man" helped me under the wall and teased me: "I'll lose, I'll shave 20 noses for you!" I endured the pain and scraped my nose. With a "fat" nose.
This matter often floats in my mind, and it is in my mind all the time. Treasured Memories 11
The cool raindrops were falling, and school was about to end. Parents are waiting patiently at the school gate, looking forward to their students returning from school. A petite girl saw her mother and couldn't help but throw herself into his arms. The mother took his hand and walked away. I saw this heartwarming scene and looked around, but I couldn't find my mother.
The raindrops seemed to drip into my heart. How I wished I could find my mother who would take me home with a flower umbrella!
Seeing that students from many classes were picked up, I became anxious. The howling wind blew on my face, and I felt bitingly cold. I started to complain about my mother, feeling full of dissatisfaction and boredom. I searched for my mother's shadow among the parents, but... I was completely disappointed.
I felt even colder when I saw that my good friend’s mother had come to pick her up. I was so lonely walking on the street that I seemed to see unfamiliar faces in the familiar trees along the street. Mom is not here. Is she forgetting me because of work? But she doesn’t work the night shift today! This mother doesn't care about me as much as before, and I feel angry and hateful.
Seeing the rain getting heavier and heavier, I decided to find a book to hold my head before walking. I took out a thick geography book and put it on my head to let it withstand the cold wind and rain. Now I wouldn't care if my mother came to pick me up again. The light of the street lamp stretched my shadow long. I felt hungry and cold. The heavy raindrops wiped away all my hopes for my mother. Mom will definitely not come...
The alley in the Experimental Primary School is called Red Scarf Street, and I must pass by it every day. Business here is booming every time after school, but today the scene is so bleak! I took out the only 5 cents left in my pocket and bought a pancake to "satisfy my hunger."
I quickly returned home, and the house was empty. I was surprised - there were several bowls of fresh vegetables on the dining table, as well as my favorite seaweed and egg soup. It was a little bit spicy when I touched it. hot. There is also a message beside the dining table: "Child: I'm sorry, mom can't pick you up today. Grandma's birthday is today, and your dad works the night shift again. I went to your grandma's house. There is your favorite dish on the table. Do your homework after eating. , wash up and go to bed! ——Mom 19:30. "
I was stunned, looking at the note blankly, and suddenly felt a warm current rushing into my heart, and my eyes were blurred with tears. In the crystal tears, everything became blurry. I felt the ordinaryness and greatness of mother's love. I blamed her wrongly. It turned out that my mother still loved me, but grandma thought about her more. Thinking about her, inside my eyelids The tears that had accumulated for a long time burst out of my eyes again, crawling across my cheeks like earthworms. All the coldness and hunger, all the complaints and dissatisfaction, all the misunderstandings and uneasiness were turned into the lofty respect for maternal love. I was moved!
I taste the fragrant meals my mother cooked for me, my mother’s good intentions for me, and my deep understanding of maternal love. The rain outside the window is still pattering. At this moment, they seem to have turned into a string of harmonious notes of a hymn of maternal love. "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", the natural sound of "Mother's love is priceless", penetrated into my dry heart...
No matter how the footsteps of the years are getting farther and farther away from us, This scene will always be a memory I treasure! Treasured Memory 12
Picking up the red antique bag on the counter, the valve of memory opened, and the memories from a year ago came to my mind.
One day in 20xx, I opened my tablet and planned to use this year’s New Year’s money to buy a small gadget as a souvenir. As I slid the tablet, each exquisite thing passed by my eyes, and my eyes were blank. Bits of brilliance, one after another. Suddenly my eyes lit up. An exquisite bag appeared in front of me. The surface of this bag was hand-embroidered with cloud brocade, and there were some decorations on the bottom. Looking inside, there were banknotes from various countries, which made me like it even more. After looking at the price and counting my lucky money, my eyes dimmed again and I could only silently click to add to the shopping cart.
For a period of time after that, I was listless all day long, without a smile on my face. One night, my mother came back from work outside, holding a courier in her hand, and her face was full of exhaustion. Out of curiosity, I put down my homework and opened the express. The thing I wanted to get but couldn't get appeared in front of me.
I suddenly realized that some time before I got this thing, my mother noticed something unusual and opened the tablet. She knew that I wanted this thing so much that I couldn't afford it, so I spent a "huge sum" to get it. At this time, My heart felt warm and tears welled up in my eyes. I held back my tears and put my beloved things on the counter as my best collection. It has also received great care from me, and even now, it feels like it was just bought back. When I see it, I feel a little warm in my heart.
This collection contains not only the country’s money, but also my mother’s deep love and hope for me. Treasured Memory 13
The past has become history and has not been included in the annals of history, but it has passed and will forever become a memory.
Everyone has wonderful memories, and some are even written down in diaries and treasured. But I...
I am a rural child who has not been pampered since I was a child, but I still live a very happy and carefree life, which is better than that of city people. A life a hundred times happier.
When I was young, my family was too poor to buy any diaries. They all thought it was a waste to buy diaries, but they didn’t know that they could treasure the beautiful memories of childhood.
Even if I don’t have a beautiful diary, I still have my most precious items in my mind.
It was just after the New Year, and no one in the whole family went out to work. Logically speaking, my parents would go out to work during the New Year, leaving my grandparents and me at home, but we didn’t go out this year. I feel very incomprehensible.
One day after school, when I was about to ask my mother, I saw her and grandma cooking in the kitchen and frying a few vegetables. My father also bought beer. I asked my father: "What did our family have today?" Guest?" Dad replied: "No!" I asked again: "Then why are you cooking and buying wine?" Dad said: "It's for your birthday." After hearing this, my eyes burst into tears. . I was very touched by my parents' actions.
That night, we spent a very happy night. This is the only memory that I will never forget and will be treasured in my mind forever.
Mom and Dad, I want to tell you; I still love you. You have carved wonderful memories for me, thank you. Treasured Memories 14
In winter, white snowflakes fell from the sky, falling from the sky one after another, like angels in white floating down from the sky, and crystal clear icicles hung under the eaves.
The sound of Liuqin trickled out from the cabin. I sat by the small stove, warming myself and drinking hot cocoa. "Winter is here, and the forest has become much quieter." I turned off the TV with the snow-white screen and walked into the wonderful nature.
Pushing the door open, a burst of cold air hit my face. This may be a special greeting sent by nature! I walked into the forest through the wind and snow.
The forest is quiet, the trees become bare, the grass is covered with a thick quilt, the little squirrel goes home, and the big bear spends the winter. This once bustling forest has now turned white. I jumped and turned around in the forest, stepping on footprints and building snowmen one after another. The white pleated skirt keeps spinning, I don’t stop...
Oh! In a corner of the forest, a small tree is still standing firmly and blooming with gorgeous flowers. ah! That was the snowy plum. Before I saw its flowers, there were waves of floating faint fragrance. When you get closer, you can see how beautiful it is. The petals are so delicate, ranging from rose red to light pink, covered with a thin layer of snow. This plum blossom has become the most dazzling star in the snow, standing strong in the snow, guarding the great mountains and rivers of the motherland. Look at the blooming buds, which also reveal an elegant pink color.
The tip of my nose was covered with thin snowflakes. I smiled happily and burst into tears. These were tears of joy. At the same time, I was also thinking: When can I do the same?
Before I knew it, the winter vacation was over, and I found that I had deeply cherished that scene and that thing in the spring of the coming year.
Treasured Memory 15
The past has become history and has not been included in the annals of history, but it has passed and will forever become a memory.
Everyone has perfect memories, and some are even written down in diaries and treasured. But I,,,,,,,,
I am a rural child and have never been pampered since I was a child, but I still live a very happy and carefree life all day long. Live a life that is hundreds of times happier than that of city dwellers.
When I was young, my family was too poor to buy any diaries. They all thought it was a waste to buy diaries, but they didn’t understand how to treasure the perfect memories of childhood.
Even if I don’t have a beautiful diary, I still have my most precious items in my mind.
It was just after the New Year, and no one in the whole family went out to work. Logically speaking, my parents would go out to work during the New Year, leaving my grandparents and me at home, but we didn’t go out this year. I feel very incomprehensible.
One day after school, when I was about to ask my mother, I saw her and grandma cooking in the kitchen and frying a few vegetables. My father also bought beer. I asked my father: "What happened to our family today?" Are there any guests?" Dad replied: "No!" I asked again: "Then why are you cooking and buying wine?" Dad said: "It's for your birthday." After hearing this, I burst into tears. Twinkle. I was very moved by my parents' actions.
That night, we spent a very happy night. This is the only memory that I will never forget and will be treasured in my mind forever.
Mom and Dad, I want to tell you; I still love you. You have carved perfect memories for me, thank you.