I remember that time, it was a special fluorescent party held to celebrate the "June 1" Festival. On the stage, all kinds of balloons are dotted with colorful balloons, which are really dazzling. With the enthusiastic voice of the host, the party kicked off. The program was wonderful, with laughter, shouts and applause. It's too noisy! Everyone waved light sticks, as if they were twinkling stars, reflecting the burning bonfire and illuminating the big playground covered by night. It's our turn to perform four finales in the fifth grade. When singing, the days of hard rehearsal before the performance have long been beautiful memories, and everyone has devoted themselves to the performance. Especially singing "Can we not break up?" With the dancing classmates, I am full of energetic and dynamic dance steps, and I have a lot of thoughts. Yes, isn't this song just expressing our mood at this moment? What we want to say most is: "Alma Mater, can you not break up!" At the end of the song, the audience applauded. This is everyone's affirmation of our graduating class students. How could I forget?
The most exciting thing is the ignition ceremony. Teachers and representatives of young pioneers led us to shout slogans, and several energetic young pioneers began the torch relay ceremony, which pushed the party to a climax. The torch was blazing in the night, which made everyone's face red and stirred everyone's mood ... Listening to the high-pitched recitations of teachers and classmates, I understood that the revolutionary fire needs to be passed down from generation to generation ... The music sounded, and everyone stepped on the cheerful rhythm and danced in groups around the fluorescent fire. Some of them were in pairs, and some were in a small circle ... The whole playground was infected by this atmosphere, and everyone was boiling.
What an unforgettable night! In the depths of my memory, this beautiful memory, with colorful customs, is like a surging song, which is often sung in my heart. ...
2. Good memories
The past time no longer exists, but what leaves me the most is the memory in time. I once fantasized about going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, the past life left me only good memories. ...
I recall spring, the season when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outing attracts children most, but cooking and running games are more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue. Under the blue sky, the branches have sprouted, and I seem to see them grow sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine. Isn't that bud exactly what we are full of vitality?
I remember summer, a season full of new green. There are countless flowers and grasses growing in that small garden that belongs to me. The grass is shining and the flowers are blooming more brightly! Sporadic flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although not as charming as peony, not as fragrant as jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful. In the distance, a yellow dot flies, it is near, it is closer! Oh, it's a bee, Tiny. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, and along with the bees, it settles everywhere. Isn't that our hardworking gardener?
I remember autumn, the harvest season. In the field, you see, it is full of gold, which keeps fluctuating with the wind, just like rolling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches, watery and mouth-watering. Take a bite, the fragrance is overflowing and it will be unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chattered endlessly. After a summer vacation, we miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest?
I remember winter, a warm season. Although the leaves have fallen, occasionally a bird can be seen singing in the tree; Although the grass is yellow, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere. It entrusted the friendship, sincerity and blessings of the students. Isn't that the warmth for a long time?
I recall the past and look forward to the future. Let them be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!
There are many beautiful memories in life, just like pearls shining on the beach, which you can pick up and chew carefully from time to time.
At night, it was horribly quiet, and there was not even a breath of wind. A few scattered stars in the sky blinked, and several fires in the distance have gone out, but I still can't sleep on the sofa for a long time.
There is Emil Wakin Chau's Friends on the radio, which reminds me of the day I left my alma mater:
It's raining. I'm walking around the campus with an umbrella. How beautiful it is here-flowers are in full bloom and trees are shaded. Once upon a time, there were laughter and books everywhere. However, soon, I will leave this beautiful campus and embark on the road of studying in a different place.
The flagpole is erected on campus, and we held a flag-raising ceremony here on Monday morning. On that playground, we left the passion when we held the school sports meeting.
The teaching building is in front of me, so kind and familiar, which reminds me of Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge. "I left gently, just as I came gently ..." In a blink of an eye, the past has vanished. Only the kind face of the teacher and the childish face of the friend are left. Unforgettable Unforgettable, why did you come so soon?
I suspect:
It is the sunshine that we come and go inadvertently every day; It is a beautiful dandelion flower, flying gently and falling leisurely.
My alma mater is my glass shell.
I want to stay inside forever, I know, it's a daydream, impossible. Finally, I walked out of my glass shell and stared at the future in the sun. On that day, I found that the sky and the soil were in harmony.
In this way, I left.
Now I often indulge in the past, but I know that as time goes by, that is the past and I can't come back.
In our life, there are always some things that make us feel wronged. Of course, me too. Today, I will tell you about it.
My family used to have a lovely kitten named "Nuo Nuo". It is considerate, but sometimes it is naughty.
It was a Sunday morning. Mom and dad are not at home. I do my homework at home alone. Nuo Nuo the kitten is playing alone. Nuo Nuo rolled on the ground for a while, ran and jumped on the cupboard, and jumped on the stool for a while. .......
Suddenly, there was a bang in my ear. "What's the matter?" I asked myself. The sound came from the living room. I hurried to the living room and found that the vase on the cabinet was broken and there were many pieces on the ground. I can't help but be frightened by what I see. I immediately reacted that Nuo Nuo accidentally broke the vase. I looked around, only Nuo Nuo was hiding in a corner, huddled up, as if he didn't want me to see it. I went over to Nuo Nuo and said. "Nuo Nuo" seemed to understand my words and nodded. Only then did I realize that the worst was yet to come.
At about eleven o'clock, mom and dad came back. As soon as my father saw the fragments of the vase, he came up to me and said to me seriously, "How did you break the vase?" He began to punish me when he said it. I was so scared. Fortunately, my mother protected me.
Today, my parents still think that I broke the vase. I wanted to tell them clearly, but I never dared. I wrote this composition today and told them clearly.
This is what I feel wronged. I'll tell you, and you can tell me.
5. The most beautiful memory-approaching the sea
When I was a child, the sea was a beautiful dream for me. Warm sunshine, soft sea breeze, golden beach and blue sea water can only be seen in my dreams. At that time, I often thought that one day I could step on the soft beach, shout and run at the seaside, and then happily pick up colorful red shells. Such a blue dream has accompanied me through a spring, summer, autumn and winter.
In the summer vacation when I was twelve years old, my wish to see the sea finally came true. My father took me on the bus to the seaside for a holiday. Years of dreams are coming true, and I can't restrain my inner excitement. Keep asking when dad will arrive. Dad always tells me, don't worry, don't worry, we will arrive at the seaside soon. After a two-hour journey, we finally came to the seaside. As soon as I got off the bus, I forgot to put down my luggage and went straight to the seaside, heading for the lovely sea that appeared again and again in my dreams. The sea in front of me is endless, but it is not as big as I thought. The sea water is not as blue as a gem, but it is khaki and looks turbid. The beach is really golden yellow, but it is mixed with some gray and black. The aura that hangs over my heart has dimmed a lot. Even so, I am very happy. Facing the sea, I can feel its vastness and grandeur. This feeling shocked my heart. When I was a child, I rummaged through the lack of knowledge base in my mind and accidentally sang a sentence, "A drop in the ocean sends a ephemera to travel around the world."
I stayed on the beach all day. Pile sand dunes on the beach, look for shells in the rocks and catch crabs. Of course, I didn't forget to taste the sea water, salty and with a bitter taste.
The first time I went out to sea ended in my laughter, and I was deeply impressed by the broad mind and majestic momentum of the sea. Although he is not as perfect as he imagined, I still love the sea deeply and am eager to see it again next time.
The second "intimate contact" with the sea was in a summer vacation and also in Na Pianhai Beach, but I witnessed another charm of the sea.
Needless to say, the fun of the day. At night, I had a whim to see the sea at night. My parents naturally disapprove. They are busy chatting and playing mahjong with others, and they are not at ease when I go alone. You must go there. I snuck out of the hotel and went to the seaside without telling them. The sea at night is very calm. The waves kissed the shore and made a slight swish. The naughty waves during the day have long since disappeared, as if they had fallen asleep. At this time, the sea seems so mysterious and hazy, like a veiled girl. Looking at the calm sea, my heart began to be silent, completely intoxicated by the night, and unconsciously sang Huang Lei's "I think I am the sea". There was silence all around, and only the fishing fires on several fishing boats were clearly extinguished in the dark.
The third time I saw the sea was many years later. Go to Langqi to participate in social practice in the summer vacation of freshman. At the end of the internship, the school organized us to go to the seaside. This trip to the sea may be my most unforgettable one, because what I see is no longer the familiar sea: although the sea and the beach have almost no color, it is not khaki and gold, but a shocking black. The sea breeze roared past, with a stench. -this is undoubtedly a "masterpiece" of mankind.
I flinched and dared not touch such sea water, let alone taste it. The beautiful gesture of the sea in my mind was shattered. Facing the boundless sea, I felt suffocated for the first time. I was depressed for a long time after I came back from Na Pianhai Beach. I don't understand how people can be so cruel. Is money really that important?
Since then, I have never been to the seaside, not that I don't want to go, but that I dare not go. I dare not face the sea again. I just want to keep my fond memories of the sea in my heart until I die.
6. The most beautiful memories
You and I met in the wind, in the autumn of falling leaves. I looked back at your charming smile. In an instant, my heart surged, and two pairs of hands from different directions suddenly clenched. You smile, say "hello" gently, and then push it away, leaving my heart unlocked. I wonder if you feel my irregular heartbeat and meet each other, opening a sky of fate for you and me. There is no hug, only a smile, as if everything is clear. Holding hands tightly has become the distance between you and me. The name of this distance is "friendship"
Friend, although you are not the only one for me, you are a beautiful memory in my heart. In that gentle breeze, I hope I can feel your happy breath and hear your familiar words. You told me that you like autumn, like autumn indifference, which is a kind of exquisiteness in life. You like the fallen leaves in autumn, which you say is another beauty of life. Although it does not have the tenderness of spring, the enthusiasm of summer and the ruthlessness of winter, it has a kind of deep feeling that belongs only to autumn, which is the feeling that the most affectionate people expect. You said that you could hear the crying voice of the flying "yellow butterfly" and repeatedly said, "I can't bear to go, I can't bear to go ..."
You said that people and animals hate parting, but all good things must come to an end. What should come is still coming, and what should go is still going. Therefore, whether it is the flute in the middle of the night or the flute in late autumn, it will always be a deep sadness and a faint parting.
You said that every ignorant child is eager to grow up, but when they grow up and become the governor, they will sing like us every day: "I don't want to, I don't want to grow up ... I don't want to grow up, but I will grow up, so some people will sigh to themselves:" I am still a child of fifteen or sixteen, why do I feel so old and eighty years old? "No one can say why. We always avoid growth and reality. We just hope that we don't have too many expectations, just as people who love light always have an inexplicable fear of darkness, just like me, just like you. You told me that you like summer rain, their chic, and their wildness. It seems that we should live in live high!
That autumn, I asked you gently: "Is falling leaves the pursuit of the wind or the persistence of the tree?" You smiled and said to me, "You little fool, why are you always sad like a clear photo?" In fact, falling leaves is not the pursuit of the wind, nor the refusal of the tree to stay, but Ye Er's own choice without regrets. Although I gave up the care of the branches, I also gave up another beauty in the coming year, which is the greatest value between taking and giving up. In fact, people should be the same. Life is helpless. People will have many things they dream of but can't get, so they should learn to give up. Sometimes even if you get it, you can't have it for a lifetime. At this time, you should know how to let go at the right time. Don't care about eternity, just care about owning' is another kind of chic life. If you know how to pursue and give up, your life will be beautiful. "What a beautiful explanation! For an instant, I felt infinite emotion in my heart. Thank you, my dear friend, for letting me know the true meaning of life again.
You're right, "All good things must come to an end." You told me you were going to a far away place, and I was caught off guard. I couldn't even weave a dream. On the departure platform, I told myself in despair that I couldn't cry in front of you, but I held your hand tightly. Although there were thousands of words, I didn't know where to start at the moment, and finally there was only a choked voice, "Bon voyage!" You gently pull out your hand, and I look into your eyes. The red crystal liquid is clearly tears. Don't go too far, you don't want to be found by me. My tears fell without warning, like a lone star on the horizon. You turn your back on me and say, "You want to be happy!" Resolutely set foot on the long-distance train. I cried and waved my hand desperately, trying to catch your breath in the air until you disappeared at the end of the world and slowly spread out your hand, but there was nothing. ......
When you left, I branded your face into my heart, engraved your words on the colorful yellow fallen English on the roadside, and let them float into my heart together and turn into the most beautiful memories!
Wei Hui childhood
On the street that day, I suddenly smelled a thick sweet smell mixed with warm milk, which was the smell of my long-lost childhood. After searching for a long time, I finally found a small shop selling popcorn.
Pick a white and fat popcorn and send it to your mouth. The sweet creamy smell and warm breath suddenly spread. Once upon a time, I felt such comfort.
Gradually, I found that the things I loved when I was a child were put on the counter in the store and sold to those who were no longer childlike. When I see those little candies, popsicles and chocolates wrapped in colored paper, as well as huge dolls and cute clothes as colorful as bubble gum, no one will stop, smile and think and say: I was like that when I was a child!
For various reasons, my childhood ended early. I want to live a carefree life for another year, but that sweet and colorful time like candy has been washed away by the torrent of time and is far away from me.
So I began to look for the shadow of my childhood. In my spare time, I will go to the primary school to see the wisteria that is still flourishing at the door. It is still climbing on the tall flower stand, hanging down one flower after another. I will go to the park that I pass by every day when I go to school, pull out the mushrooms that grow in the grass and go around among the six big pillars. I like to smell the smell of freshly cut grass, as if I were still lying on the lawn in the country. I also dig out what I saw when I was a child.
An autumn rain is falling, and the air is still as cold and fresh as a few years ago. No matter how wonderful my childhood is, my life will not stop there. Looking back, a little girl with big eyes was waving and smiling at me.