In daily study, work or life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. Writing compositions can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down our minds, and think about our future direction. Do you know how to write a good essay? The following is a composition on memory topics that I compiled for reference only. Let’s take a look. Memory topic composition 1
At night, I was lying on the bed, and something that I will never forget came to my mind, and that thing will be engraved in my heart forever. Do you want to know what happened? Then please listen to me and explain them one by one.
I came home from school in the afternoon. I couldn’t wait to put down my schoolbag, turn on the computer, and prepare to play games. At this moment, there was a “dong dong dong” knock on the door, “Who is it? So annoying? "I opened the door and it turned out that I was checking the water meter. Alas, I thought I was back. After the uncle who checked the water meter left, I closed the door, sat down, and started playing on the computer. Just when I was having fun, the doorbell rang again. I quickly turned off the computer, thinking that I was back, and opened the door. It turned out that Xiaohua came to play with me. I said no, don't come to me, I Busy. After Xiaohua left, I said: "I hate it so much", so I locked the door. Seeing how you were bothering me, I went back to the computer, turned it on, and started playing with interest. The doorbell rang again. It must not be my mother. I yelled, "I hate you so much. Who are you? I'm playing on the computer!" It rang again. I opened the door angrily. It turned out to be my mother. What should I do? I hurriedly turned off the computer. My mother walked into the house angrily, looked at me with her stern eyes and said, "Why are you playing on the computer again? Didn't you say you don't want to play anymore? How could you do this?" My mother cried, and I hurriedly told her Said: "I'm sorry, Mom, I was wrong, I will never do this again." Mom hugged me and said to me: "Isn't this all for your own good? Do you understand? Now is the time for you to study. I hope you won’t do this next time, okay?” I nodded and hugged my mother tightly.
That’s when I saw my mother cry. From then on, I couldn't play computer games without my mother's permission. The first thing I did when I got home was to do my homework. Every time I think of this incident now, it really remains fresh in my mind. Memory topic composition 2
Love is the most beautiful language in the world. Hu Zai, please let us use the eyes of discovery to find the love around us, and walk into that touching scene.
That time, my friends and I were playing a game of "police and thief" downstairs. Despite the light rain and the rustling underground, and despite the cement road being a little slippery, we were still immersed in the happy game.
A gust of wind came, and we stretched out our right hands - "Rock, scissors, paper!"
"One, two, three...thirty!" "Police" started again Caught the "thief".
"Here! Here!" I jumped up and down, challenging my friend who was playing the role of "policeman".
Gradually, the small raindrops started dancing in the small pits in the low-lying areas, but we were still playing happily. Suddenly, my foot slipped and I fell into a 90-degree free fall, hugging the earth hard! My face was bruised and my nose was bleeding! "Woo, woo..." I didn't care about my dignity and cried, looking very embarrassed.
"Is it okay! I'll help you up!" "Yeah! You're bleeding, do you want me to buy a band-aid for you!" My friends surrounded me like a flower like little bees, saying words from left to right. , warms my heart.
The raindrops and teardrops intertwined and crossed my cheeks, drawing several faint arcs. I reluctantly raised my head, opened my eyes, and saw worried little faces.
"Wait a minute, I'll be back soon!" After saying that, he, who was playing the role of "policeman," disappeared after a while.
At this time, I seemed to have become a helpless old man. Looking at my friends with tearful eyes. Everyone hurriedly helped me up from the wet cement floor, and helped me step by step to the stone chair on the roadside. I stopped crying and was speechless...
Soon, the "police" came back with cotton wool and a few band-aids in his hands. His face looked as if it had just been washed. It was wet. Was it sweat or rain?
Friends are like nurse aunties, comforting and caring at the same time. I quickly smiled again, but there were a few more band-aids on my face, alas... Memory Essay 3
I once eagerly wanted to graduate and experience the wonders of the world;
Now that my wish has been fulfilled, time flies and there is no turning back.
In the blink of an eye, the building is empty, leaving only memories of the past.
The desire to graduate is left only with melancholy.
The memories the school gave me will be remembered forever.
——Inscription
Hurry. A group of ignorant teenagers enter the school, and the campus is green. Life is colorful. However, it passed by in a hurry.
First grade. I just entered the campus. Everything here feels new. In the classroom, we are concentrating on writing crooked words, eager to learn new knowledge.
Second grade. We live in harmony, help each other, and always enjoy it. We played together, it seemed like a childish game, but there was always laughter and joy.
Third grade. We gradually became divided into men and women. We are divided into two camps: boys and girls. If someone is bullied by the other party, we always support him to "duel" with the other party.
Fourth grade. We gradually have the concept of honor in our hearts, so we will pool our collective wisdom and try our best to seize the moving red flag that represents the supreme glory.
Fifth grade. We met a trainee teacher. She is a very hardworking and good teacher, she always tirelessly teaches us knowledge over and over again, so she is always the last person to leave the classroom and office.
Sixth grade. Our hearts have matured and are no longer so-called naive. We have learned to unite and work hard, and we have struggled and persevered.
The memories the school gave me are like frames of photos, always surrounding my mind. I will guard the wall of memory, and when I come back, I will have a hug. Memories Topic Essay 4
Everyone may have their own beautiful memories! Of course, I am no exception! It was an early summer evening, and I was working alone on such a quiet path, walking aimlessly! Suddenly, a little boy attracted my attention! He looks very black, like a lump of coal! Seeing him looking around, my curiosity drove me to take a look!
"What are you looking for, brother? Brother, help you!" My key is gone in a blink of an eye. My parents are getting off work and I have to go back to cook! "As I said that, two big tears fell down! Suddenly, I suddenly thought of something and ran back quickly! It was it! I came to him panting! "Yes, thank you brother, my name is Tiger, come here Sit at my house! "He dragged me to his house before I could recover! "Aren't you afraid that I will be bad? "I asked jokingly!" "No, brother, you are so nice. How could you be a bad person?" Seeing his positive expression, I felt ashamed. "I kicked your key to the river!" I stammered!
"My dad said that you can only make mistakes, and babies are also a good thing!"...That's it, we know it!
In this way, we became friends! Later, we could often connect and play together! However, my life was short-lived. After spending a month with me, he said he wanted to move back to his hometown again! Just like that, it’s not like we in China have never met each other again!
I remember when we parted, he said: "Brother, we will meet again, right?" "Of course! Although we have never met again, our friendship is not over yet. I learned a lot during the month we were together! It was the best memory in my life! So far, I still remember it! Memories Essay 5
Spring passed and autumn came, six experiences passed. Reincarnation, six years of study and life, there are too many unforgettable things, too many reluctances. But that day, we had to leave, because Li Ge had already sounded.
From preschool to fifth grade, I and several others. We have been friends since childhood. The long years have made our friendship last forever.
That day, we came to school early just to get along with our dear teacher. The six-year classmates could chat a little more. I thought everyone would talk loudly, but I didn't expect that the chatter of the past had disappeared. Everyone stood on the playground to take graduation photos, wanting to keep their brightest smiles here. In the eternal memory, I clearly felt the tears in my bright eyes. We were all together, recalling our past stories and telling our future plans. Some said they wanted to take the direct examination and some wanted to stay in parallel. There is still more to learn. "Hey!" Someone's sigh made time freeze in an instant.
The teacher's words made the moment of separation arrive much earlier. >
I shook hands with a few buddies, smiled, cherished each other, and blessed each other with a smile, but I felt a kind of bitterness in the smile of an eleven-year-old child, a kind of nostalgia for the past life, and a kind of nostalgia for the past life. The nostalgia of classmates.
It’s autumn, and the wild geese are always flying south. We will also say goodbye in this harvest season, carrying the coolness of the autumn wind and the fruits of the past six years. We are about to embark on the next journey.
Walking on the wide road, thinking about the past years and the parting scene, I know that people always have to learn to grow up, and people always have to learn. Face. As long as we have had it, as long as we have faced it sincerely, how can separation stop our sincere friendship, and how can time erase our nostalgia for the past? I should cherish it, because I have met such a person. Many friends. There is a song that goes well: "Friends walk together in life, and friends are never alone." Yes! Once you have it, you will never be alone.
My unforgettable memories and eternity. Memory topic composition 6
Looking at all this, it not only reminds me of my childhood, but also of my childhood, Barbie, Ultraman, etc. Picking up these things to play with, it seems that every big girl will spit out a sentence, oh, childish
Playing a little song in the morning, some people may say: Dig! It feels so romantic. Childhood is full of joys and sorrows, just like the sky, it rains sometimes and sunny sometimes.
Think about the old stories my mother told me in the past, and the lullabies my mother sang to me when I fell asleep. But do all these still exist now? No. In the eyes of adults, maybe I am still an annoying little kid, a kid who doesn't understand anything. If you think so, you are wrong. As everyone grows older, their thoughts will also change with age4. As I am about to enter junior high school, I still cannot accept this reality. Sit on the cradle and quietly observe everything happening around you. Slowly, slowly, you are about to enter the dream of childhood. When you wake up, you may recall your childhood and your innocence as a child. Ask your mother: "Mom, what color renders spring the most beautiful?" Maybe the memories have fallen into the sea, and some past events may never come back. Childhood passes like this day by day and can never come back.
Childhood is like a piano piece, short and beautiful; childhood is like colored quicksand, colorful, but only for that moment; childhood is like a beautiful article, worth remembering... Some people say that childhood is green , represents vitality; some people say that childhood is golden, representing cherishment and memories; I think childhood is blue, representing laughter and happiness. My childhood was full of fantasy, and I always hoped that I could grow a pair of flying wings and fly to the unknown world, to the white clouds and blue sky. Memories Topic Composition 7
Time flies, and six years have passed in the blink of an eye. Among them, sweet, sour, bitter and salty are all included, painting a beautiful scenery in life, which is deeply hidden in the memory album.
In first grade, Zhang Yang and I walked out of school carrying the same schoolbag. Talking about the pinyin I just learned today, or the beautiful eraser, or being scolded by my mother for watching cartoons for too long yesterday.
In the second grade, I don’t know how to write “composition” when taking dictation. I asked Zhang Lin secretly. Zhang Lin is really a friend. She immediately sent a note. Who knows, after the teacher found out, the two people were caught by the teacher and stood outside as punishment. They thought that because they hurt Zhang Lin, he would ignore them in the future. He cried just thinking about it. Zhang Lin thought I was afraid of the teacher, so he cried. He came over to comfort me and smiled when he found that Zhang Lin was not angry.
When I was in third grade, Zhang Zhihao and I had a fight over why Superman was so powerful. We had a cold war for several days. In fact, my anger has subsided long ago. I want to say sorry to him, but I am proud of myself.
When I was in fourth grade, in a photo, two children with tears on their faces smiled reluctantly and left the last photo. The photo read: "Xiao Hao is reluctant to go back to his hometown, take care!".
Another photo in fifth grade is when Xiao Cong and I went to the amusement park. I remembered Xiao Cong’s scream on the roller coaster, which made the gods cry.
Sixth grade arrived in a blink of an eye, and the students began to write alumni records, which were full of thick books, so as not to forget!
If alumni can bring friendship, I will protect them with my life. If friendship can bring classmates, I will water it with friendship. Our memories, may our friendship last forever! Memories Topic Essay 8
Childhood is like a string of colorful pearls, stringing together the ups and downs we left behind, recording every bit of our childhood. In the long river of memory, there is one thing that remains fresh in my mind.
It was a cold winter. Standing in the kitchen, I couldn't help shivering. After breakfast, I was ready to play, but my mother said to me: "You can only play after you finish the three papers on the table." "What! You want me to make papers in such a cold day?" I muttered dissatisfied. With. But there is no other way. Now that the "order" has come down, I can only obey it.
I sat helplessly at the desk and flipped through the three papers my mother prepared for me. When will this be done? Just as I was sighing, my eyes suddenly lit up, what is this? I took it out and took a closer look, wow! Turns out that’s the answer! I was ecstatic. An idea immediately came to mind - copy the answer. Wouldn't it be possible to finish writing this quickly? But just when I was about to copy it, I felt something was wrong: Why did my mother leave the answer at home? Did she forget it? No matter what, finish it first and then talk about it. no! What if my mother finds out? ...I kept struggling with my thoughts, and finally decided to use my true skills to complete the paper. So, I picked up the answers and started working on the questions seriously...
My mother came back and asked me as soon as I entered the door: "Have you finished writing the paper?" "Just finished." I answered, rubbing my hands. . "Let me take a look!" Mom took the paper and looked at it seriously. "I didn't copy the answer!" I couldn't wait to say because I was afraid that my mother would wrong me. "As soon as I saw the questions you did, I knew you didn't copy them." My mother put my hands in her palms, and I suddenly felt extremely warm. "Well, you are an honest child, you can go and play."
"Oh" It turns out that the answer was posted deliberately by my mother to test me. Fortunately, I didn't copy it, otherwise... < /p>
Through this incident, I understood a truth: no matter what you do, you must rely on your own true skills. This is the sweetest harvest.
Reminiscence topic composition 9
I stepped into the campus of my dreams with a happy and doubtful heart. Of course, I also entered a class that was very good at the beginning. At the beginning, our class often We were all number one, but slowly we began to wander at the "crossroads of love". We began to lose our previous honors, and instead walked into a bottomless pit and never stood up because we always believed in true love. Existence, no matter how hard we try, we are still just children and never think about the future.
The glory of the past is far away from us, and all it brings us is the scolding of the school leaders and class teachers. This result is exactly what the students call the "darkness before dawn"...
After experiencing countless failures and scoldings, we woke up and began to work hard to do everything well. But God is not forgiving. No matter how hard we try, we will still be treated as a joke by others. Even the head teacher said that we It is a waste of time asking us to give up.
From now on, we will try our best to do everything well no matter what the circumstances. Although we do not have the affirmation of others, we believe that if true love really exists, then they will definitely give it to us in the future. 11 A satisfied smile.
There I found my "favorite". Every corner of 11 left the happy smiles of 52 of us, and the victory of our 11 was also left on the basketball court. , leaving our brave steps on which of our dream campuses, now that we have graduated, what I want to say most is that my friends in 11, you must be happy.
I will go further and further with the blessings of my 11th classmate. I believe we will meet again and we will come back in twenty years. You must wait for us to come back! Reminiscence Topic Composition 10
The night was quiet, and everything was still. A cool breeze passed through the window and brushed my face. My heart seemed to have a few chills, and I lay there. He couldn't fall asleep in bed, maybe because he missed him. He was far away and didn't know how he was doing now. If it weren't for that letter, if it weren't for the guilt in my heart, would I still remember someone who has been gone for a long time?
Opening the long-sealed memories, the scene of his departure that day is still vivid in my mind. That day, when we knew he was leaving, we didn't say a word, only knowing smiles on our faces. At this time, the sadness in our hearts was difficult to express in words. I really wanted to cry, but I didn’t dare, because I remembered that he once said to me happily: "You look beautiful when you smile. I like to see you smile. Your smile contains the trust and care that I need most." "Six years have passed. We grew up together and were in the same class. This relationship is really inseparable... He waved to me and walked away from me in such a hurry... < /p>
Feeling a little sad, I returned home and learned that he had left me a letter and a mysterious gift. The letter reads like this: I'm gone, and I'm going to a place far, far away. Don't miss me too much, don't cry, and remember that you look best when you smile. Do you still remember our agreement? See you again under that little tree in three years. Also, you will definitely like that gift, right? That is my most precious diary, which records the good times we had...
I couldn't bear it anymore, tears fell naturally, but my heart was already deeply moved by this innocent friendship. . I hate myself so much. Here's what happened: The day before he left, he had a very good talk with a girl in class, so he ignored me, which is why I was so angry. If I had not misunderstood him at that time and was not so willful, I would not have even said a word of farewell. Unfortunately, he was always thinking about me. The only thing I can do is to pray that I can meet him soon.
The night is so deep. So quiet. Picking up the yellowed letter again, I felt countless touches in my heart. My dear friend, do you know that there is a person in the distance who has been waiting for you, looking forward to the day when he can reunite with you. Looking at the stars in the distance, hoping to give him happiness... Memories Topic Composition 11
When time walked on the back of winter and completed another journey, when the spring breeze once again sent those warm blessings At this time, I am walking down the path of memory, recalling the melancholy reverie and sunny afternoon I left behind. I casually open the book in my hand, and the clear and elegant words are dancing in front of my eyes like lively children. I sat down and savored this book called "Memories" carefully, and I fell into deep thought without realizing it. I accidentally stood in front of the mirror and looked at old photos. Compared with now, I realized that I was no longer the lively, cute and innocent child in my parents' eyes. This may be the passage of time! The passage of time makes you wonder what changes have occurred. I understand that time is passing by ruthlessly, and people are getting older quietly as time goes by. This is a reality that no one can change.
If heaven is ruthless, heaven will also grow old, and so will humans, not to mention humans too.
Have you ever lied down on a desk that exudes a strong aroma of books, quietly listening to the melody of time; have you ever wandered barefoot on the beach, looking back at the curved but flowing lines behind you? Beautiful footprints; have you ever sat next to your mother and noticed that your mother has silver hair on her temples? If you experience the rhythm of every second of time with your heart, and feel the melody and movement, you will find that when the second hand moves from one second to that second, this is the passage of time! Do these insignificant passages make you think? Will the passage of time arouse waves and restlessness in your soul? A person sits alone by the window, with the breeze blowing, looking up at the blue sky, savoring the scene of watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, looking at the clouds rolling in the sky, and then realizes that this is also a simple passage. I am so lucky to see this beautiful picture. Looking back on the past, now over and over again, savoring this picture carefully. At this moment, I realize that the beauty in life is colorfully displayed in people's eyes precisely because of these quiet and unstoppable passages. The years that have passed by are also a kind of beauty to recall now. Reminiscence Topic Composition 12
The prime years will never come again, and it is difficult to get back to the morning again. You should be encouraged in time, and time waits for no one. ——This poem by Tao Yuanming fully expresses how fast my primary school life is. Time waits for no one. I went from a naive little kid to a slowly mature young man in the blink of an eye! Standing on the playground of the campus, looking up at the sky and recalling the past, I also laughed "haha" from time to time...
Hey, when I am lonely after graduation, my eyes can still look at the memories left by my primary school life from time to time. There are only a few remaining photos and videos. I tried my best to supplement them with my thoughts, recalling the scene at that time.
Six years, six years, so soon, you are about to take away my childhood. There are only a few dozen days left in my childhood. I must treasure this memory well and let him It will never be forgotten in my mind.
As soon as I graduated from primary school, I ended my primary school life and was about to enter middle school. I had so much reluctance to leave primary school. I couldn’t bear to let go of the teachers who cared about and educated me; I couldn’t let go of my classmates who helped each other; and I couldn’t let go of my classmates who helped each other. The friends who played with me; I couldn’t bear to part with them... They brought me knowledge, happiness and friendship! I will never forget my teachers and classmates! After graduating from elementary school, everyone will go their separate ways, not necessarily in the same school. As a middle school student, when I think about the separation in the future, I feel very reluctant to leave. Alas, I really want time to freeze at this moment, stop passing by, and stay here, so that I can be with my teachers and classmates.
The past six years of primary school life are so vivid in my mind that I cannot forget them. Having lived in elementary school for such a long time, I am already a graduating class student today. In a few dozen days, I will leave my alma mater, which has been with me for many years. My life in elementary school has made me live a fulfilling and happy life, and it is even more unforgettable. Memory topic composition 13
In the sun, two girls walked hand in hand on the beach, giggling. Several beautiful shells were found on the beach, and several people were chasing and running on the beach.
This is based on the fact that the summer before last, Xiao Meng and I went to the beach to play, and there were no adults to accompany them. We students were particularly happy during the play. We have collected many beautiful shells in our country. Some are purple, some are pink, and some are yellow. Xiaomeng's hands are so skillful. She picked out a pair of shells with the same ideal color, found 5 ropes, and then asked the old woman on the roadside in the city for two horizontal steel pipes. She sat in a quiet place, and her hands became even busier. After a while, wind chimes were made from shells with the breath of the sea. She gave me one to study and said, "One for you and one for me. In this way, I can work with peace of mind. I am not afraid that you will forget me. Even if the company forgets me, I will make time to call you every day." Until I bore you to death." I stuck out my tongue playfully and said, "I'm afraid you'll have atrophied the mouth motor muscles before I bore you to death." Xiao Meng yelled, "Okay!" "Me." After saying that, he ran after me. When he couldn't catch up, he took a handful of Chinese sea water and poured it on my calf. I also quickly poured a handful of important sea water on her calf. We can't just run and splash around like this. The wind chime "Ding Dong" in our hands was shaking until it clicked. Dad took a picture of the basic scene on the shore, then turned his head and went to the tea tasting activity. Tired of running and tired of splashing. Thinking that I was about to part ways with the company I was studying for, I covered my head in my arms and cried again. Xiaomeng suddenly held my hand and said: "Our country will always be this good friend." Looking at her solemn look, I laughed loudly again, and she also started to laugh with me. In this way, there are two parts to the development. The girl smiled with tears in her eyes as she faced the picture standing on the seaside.
Now, as long as I fiddle with the string of colorful wind chimes, I will think of their beautiful memories. Xiaomeng, China will always be a good friend. Memories Topic Composition 14
Looking at the flying sycamore leaves outside the window, my thoughts drifted to that wonderful time in elementary school...
Here, we have been deeply buried friendship; our laughter and laughter are condensed here.
In the third grade, when we set foot on the second floor for a new stage of study, Han ("Han" is a pseudonym, and "Juan" and "Huan" are pseudonyms below) suggested, Plant a sycamore tree seed on campus and let it grow with you. The class agreed. That afternoon, the seeds of the sycamore tree fell into the ground amidst the cheers of the whole class... The moment the seeds were buried, the seeds of friendship were also planted in our hearts...
Time flies, four When we were in grade one, we repeated the boring "schedule" of going to school - going home, going home - going to school every day. But we will not forget the sycamore tree. In the "busy" period, we will still run to the sycamore tree after school and complete the homework. Then, a little friend will take out the Go game and start fighting. At that time, Juan and I would always "kill" until the sky was dark and the "broadcaster" Huan would "broadcast" the Go "battle situation" to everyone. That humorous language will always lead to bursts of laughter...
The fifth grade is here, and the learning tasks are even more arduous. The sycamore trees are still tall and tall, and the children are still happy. Under the plane trees, there is friendship. The sounds of memorizing English texts, the sounds of playing, and the crisp "bang bang" of the table tennis ball falling to the ground merged into a "Symphony of Friendship."
Another school year has passed, and we have grown up a lot. Recalling the primary school life in the past few years, everyone's faces are filled with excitement and happiness. The second semester of sixth grade is a semester that we feel is very heavy. Because the separation is imminent, the friends from primary school will separate and go to different middle schools. On the day of separation, it will still be the same sycamore tree, and it will still be the same group of innocent children. But happiness can no longer be read in their eyes, and there are a few crystal tears hanging on their cheeks...
The distant elementary school days once brought us joy, sadness, joy, and bitterness. Leaving it , some feeling that is difficult to let go. But the life of junior high school is coming to me, and I want to devote myself to the life of junior high school. However, I will not forget Han, Juan and Huan who once brought me joy... Memory Topic Composition 15
Summer vacation life is colorful, like a colorful picture scroll, which makes me happy. Make me obsessed.
During the summer vacation, I was a happy, free-flying bird. Spread your wings and fly to your distant hometown - Tengzhou, Shandong, to visit your gray-haired grandma who thinks about you day and night. There, I smelled the fragrance of the earth and felt the care of my relatives. In my grandma's vegetable field, my grandma, my parents, and I went to pick vegetables, pull weeds, and get rid of insects. Our bodies were covered with soil, but we had endless fun in our hearts. Looking at my kind grandma, eating delicious food, and listening to her tireless advice, I felt the intimacy of my hometown.
Farewell to Tengzhou, Shandong, put on wings and "fly" to the heart of the motherland - Beijing. In the majestic Tiananmen Square, I saw the heroic flag squad soldiers, in the morning light, facing the rising sun, raising the bright five-star red flag high. Looking up, in front of the Jinshui Bridge, the ancient Forbidden City, covered with sunlight, looks more solemn and magnificent. We walked slowly across the Jinshui Bridge, and I felt an unprecedented excitement. Isn't that the Tiananmen Gate Tower? In 1949, Chairman Mao solemnly announced to the whole world on the Tiananmen Gate Tower: "The People's Republic of China has been established!" The Chinese people have stood up since then! We walked into the Forbidden City from the Meridian Gate. There were corpse halls everywhere in the palace, with red walls, yellow tiles, red painted pillars, exquisitely carved horizontal railings, and flowers, plants and trees everywhere. This kind of flower has not faded, and that kind of flower has not yet faded. It's open, shaded by green trees, and the scenery is beautiful. Various utensils of the emperor are placed in the palace. This is the emperor's cemetery and also a beautiful garden. I reluctantly left Beijing and flew to the ancient capital of Xi'an. At Huaqing Pool, I soaked in hot springs and watched performances, and I felt indescribable joy.
This summer vacation is so exciting!