It is painful to recall the life of grade three 1, because there is a very tense college entrance examination in grade three. However, the life in grade three is unforgettable, because there are many good memories in grade three.
I remember that not long after the third grade started, my parents seemed to have separated their jobs, one in charge of the morning and the other in charge of the evening. Change everything early, and dinner will be more colorful. They said, "On the third day, we should refuel and recharge." I really admire their painstaking efforts. However, I fully enjoy the true meaning of life-beauty. After breakfast and dinner, I always touch my bulging belly and imitate Kong Old Master Q and say, "Everything is ready for me."
That time, I was changing water when the teacher suddenly stopped me and said, "Help me find some people ..." I ran to the pool and finished the task quickly. I passed a classmate and saw that I was in a hurry, so I asked, "What's the hurry?" I quickly answered, and he simply said, "Give it to me, I'll do it." He said, and took the basin. When I came back to work, I really felt that his writing was plain, but like this clear water, there was nothing flashy. Yes, isn't the life in grade three such a plain but pure life?
I still remember that time, "Nine, Ten ..." I shouted in my heart. Pull-ups did not break through ten again, and my heart was suddenly dark. I didn't break through ten pull-ups several times. "Am I really bad?" I asked myself. In the evening, I was walking on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. I looked up and the bright moonlight fell on the ground. I can't help feeling relieved when I look at it. I'm so lonely, but I come back every fifteen rounds. Think about me again. Although I failed again and again, isn't this a kind of hope, a better hope for tomorrow? Yes, the third year of life is spent in loneliness and loneliness, and hope and success are among them.
I still remember the unique symbol of the third grade-long-distance running. "Run." At the teacher's command, one class after another ran forward, like a long blue dragon, becoming the most magnificent landscape around the school. I rushed to the front, which is the most "dangerous" place, and I will be replaced by others if I slack off a little. I struggled forward, the frequency under my legs became faster and faster, but my strength became less and less. However, I firmly believe that this is the darkness before dawn. As long as we persist, we will make progress. So, I sprint to the finish line. Yes, isn't it easy to spend the third year without pain? No, in the third year of life, only after going through one ups and downs can it be "sweet and bitter"!
These constitute my unforgettable life in grade three, and now, the college entrance examination is coming soon, and I will be very nervous. However, I will cherish this unforgettable life in this tense review.
Memories are the most precious things for people, and only precious memories can be recalled!
I curled up on the bed alone, and the moonlight reflected on the bed through the cracks in the curtains. Everything was shrouded in moonlight and darkness and fell asleep quietly. Everything seems so quiet and weird. ...
Suddenly I felt something patting me, and I was scared. I suddenly opened my eyes and found that this was not my room. I can't help asking, "Where is this?"
"This is a dream, in your own dream."
"Who are you?"
"I am a dream spirit and live here." She looked at me with a serious face and big eyes, and the metal bar in her hand was pointing at me.
"What are you doing?" I asked in surprise.
"I want you to count your memories!"
"Remember?"
"yes."
I sat up slowly against the pillow, my hand slipped over my forehead and eyes, and my tears had already flowed out. I tried to remember. The curtain in my heart slowly opened. Scenes began to emerge.
When I was 5 years old, my mother asked me to learn electronic piano. Under the guidance of my aunt, slender fingers slide on the black and white keys, melodious melody floats out from the keys, and her round little face is filled with joy. But for some reasons, I lost the opportunity to learn piano and gradually began to give up.
When I was 6 years old, I fell in love with Latin dance. I have to say that for me who just started to learn dance, the practice of basic skills is like a nightmare, and injuries are commonplace. But I persisted for a whole summer vacation. At the beginning of school, the coach asked me to go to other provinces with the dance troupe, but I refused because of the trouble. So I didn't learn Latin dance.
When I was 7 years old, my mother sent me to a calligraphy class. People think that only the characters written with a brush belong to the Chinese characters of China people, and a year's hard practice has made both hands full of calluses. But you can't resist the attraction of swimming. ...
When I was 8 years old, my father asked me to learn to swim. Swimming is not difficult for me. I was excited about it for a long time and soon I got tired of it. The swimming pool is not like a river, and it can't give me a natural feeling.
When I was 9 years old, I fell in love with Go. Fighting between black and white players is like Long Hudou. Black and white pieces form a fence, and only when the wrong player falls down will the whole game lose.
/kloc-fell in love with badminton at the age of 0/0. Probably one of my favorite events, jumping and swinging, gives a beautiful return to my opponent, but exercise practice is always very tiring, so …
1 1 year-old, insist on traveling. I think this is a unique stage for a new generation of teenagers to show their personality, but my farthest trip was only to a friend's house …
/kloc-fell in love with writing at the age of 0/2. My impression is that I wrote a poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day. When I showed it to my teacher, she didn't believe that I wrote it, which made me very angry. Since then, writing has drifted away from me.
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Suddenly, a cool feeling flowed from head to toe. I opened my eyes and saw my mother standing by the bed. "It's time to get up. Don't you have to make up your English? "
I just had a dream. Recalling the scene in my dream, I realized the law of growth-growth is inevitable, but if we have only choice and no perseverance, we will accomplish nothing.
I will always count my memories and walk with them.
Looking back on where time has gone, I am old before I feel young.
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"The old trees in front of the door grow new buds, and the dead trees in the courtyard bloom." It is always most pleasant to take a nap in a sunny afternoon. My mother and I sat in the yard, took a sip of tea and smelled the flowers in the air. I am very happy. I looked back at my mother. My mother has fallen asleep, get up, pick up clothes and cover her. The first time I saw her at such a close distance, I was surprised to find that her mother was white-haired and old.
Silver filaments laugh at me now, and a trace of guilt comes to my mind. My mother is really old. The smiling face in my memory seems to be yesterday, but now my mother's face is not white. Time left a mark on her face, holding a meat cleaver in her hand. Looking at my sleeping mother, my eyes are a little moist. Time, you big bad egg, give me a beautiful and beautiful mother.
"Can't you do your homework carefully?" "Why did you come out again? Have you finished your homework? Really, is it so troublesome to write a homework? " When I was a child, my mother always liked to constantly "supervise" when I was doing my homework. Of course, sometimes she is quiet. For example, when I am really tired and want to have a rest, her "big" palm will pat my poor little ass rudely, but where did she go like that "woman"? Oh, it's you again, you big bad guy, give me back a fierce mother!
I always like to hold my mother's hand, and those slender fingers always make me feel warm. At that time, I liked to ask my mother: What will I be like in ten years? My mother replied irrelevantly: at that time, the baby was going to grow into a big girl, and my mother was old ~ I didn't understand my mother's words, just smiled; When mom gets old, the baby will support you. Now my mother is really old, her fingers are no longer slender, but she is still warm. Now my mother is tired. She once held my hand tightly and wanted to let go.
"My mind is full of children crying and laughing." In the process of recovery, my heart seemed to be pinned down by a ten-ton stone, and even my nose was attached to me. Sour: My mother gave up too much for me in this life, but she gave birth to me. Her figure was no longer slim, her face was no longer white, and even my original thoughts were taken away without hesitation.
What can't time take away? This is love. It's maternal love. Motherly love is like the warm sun in winter, which can't be taken away and will never disappear. Time, please don't let your mother get old again.
Time flies, and the triviality of life keeps us busy, but we always look up at the sky. What have we forgotten or been drowned by the tide of life? We used to be young and frivolous, but now we are getting old: where has the time gone?
The passage of time is a memory, but what remains is eternal nostalgia.
If the third grade is my happiest time, then the second grade is my most unrestrained and comfortable time.
I didn't play with Wei Ziyan Yan in the second grade. That's me, Gao Zhen, Mingzhu and Wang Xin are best friends. Gao Zhen is good at speaking and eloquence, but neither Wang Xin nor I like to talk.
Remember when we skipped class together, were scolded together and chased him together? I think it was really carefree at that time. The second day is the best age. I don't have to think so much, I can do whatever I want. It seems that all the good things were given the next day. At that time, we were crazy (others thought so) but we were happy. As long as we were happy, why care about others? Wang Xin used to study well, but it seems that you have dragged him down. I also changed from a bully to a scum, which led to my crazy study now. We were really happy in those years. Remember when we were not together. At that time, I really thanked you for standing with me, which made me feel safe and practical. At that time, we often did not call the roll in class. We are always the one who asks for a report, because we always go to the bathroom. Every time the monitor always follows our example and scolds others. At that time, we didn't think so much, and we could play with boys so well and be informal. I remember that whenever we chat with other students, those students will say that I have no money. We often borrow money and eat everywhere. I don't know how we survived.
Gao Zhen can't go when she graduates from Grade Two, and I can't go without warning. That was the first time I knew what it was like to lose a friend. The three of us have been together until now.
No matter what we are now, we will always remember our class 284.
The warmest memory is the journey with you.
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I sat quietly in the shade, watching the petals of Sophora japonica fall with the wind, and my thoughts were pulled back to the past.
"Grandma, I'm back." Far away, I saw you leaning on the threshold waiting for me to go home, like an old and weak tree in the wind. I shouted, you heard me, smiled and said to me, "Ginny is back." At this time, I took your arm and began to talk about what happened at school today with great interest. You always let me do my homework first, so we went to the locust tree together.
At that time, I hated mathematics very much, so I wrote the Arabic numeral strings in a staggered way. You put on your reading glasses and saw the font I climbed like a bug, so you raised a curved crutch to scare me. I was very unconvinced and said that I would let you write one. Trembling, you picked up the tip of the pencil and carefully wrote a "1" in the notebook. I smiled at what you wrote. In a short time, my homework was finished. At this time, the sun played hide-and-seek with me like a naughty child and hid half of his face. You are good at telling stories. I always pester you to tell stories about that poor time. Every time I listen to it with relish, I feel very happy. The world is so quiet, and the elves flying in the air also slow down their dance steps. I also like interesting things that happen at school. You listen to me with great interest. At last, you always say to me earnestly: "Study hard and try to be admitted to Tsinghua Peking University, so that grandma can follow suit." I always have a sweet mouth. I said, "Grandma, when I am admitted to the university, I will definitely buy you a big yard in the city and plant a big pagoda tree so that we can play under it …", and you always smile with relief before sighing lightly.
At that time, I didn't know what that sigh meant, so I continued to describe the scene after I was admitted to the university. The sky is blue, the wind is soft and the air is full of warm atmosphere.
However, in the sunset, under the locust tree, the scene of young and old accompanying each other will always go with the long river of memory. Now, you have gone to that place called Western Paradise. Who do you tell stories to over and over again? Grandma, when I grow up, I understand the meaning of that sigh and study hard, but you are gone, grandma. Are you enjoying yourself there now?
It's another beautiful spring. Sophora japonica blooms, white clouds are still accompanied by blue sky, birds are still accompanied by big trees, but I'm the only one daydreaming under Sophora japonica.
However, with the passage of time, I will cherish that warm memory in my heart and let it inspire me to move forward.
A breeze blew, two lines of clear tears slipped by, and the fragrance of Sophora japonica floated in. ...
I always look back and find that the scenery behind me is not the same as when I first came.
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We all like to sigh about life. Some people compare life to a race, competing with others and comparing with themselves. Some people compare life to a trip and enjoy it fully. In my eyes, life is full of mystery and faces difficulties everywhere. If you ask me, what is life like? I would definitely say that life is like climbing a dangerous peak, big or small, and I am the explorer.
I still remember the days near the senior high school entrance examination, immersed in overwhelming papers every day. Although I got up early and went to bed late then, I feel very full now. I have always felt that when we focus on one thing, even if it is not what you like, you can find happiness in the process of exploration. At present, many college students feel that the happiest day after taking a job is the day when senior three is near the college entrance examination and they fight side by side with their classmates. Maybe there are some things that we don't want to face but have to face, just like learning. As students, we all have to study, but not everyone likes to study. But when we really calm down and experience it, we will find it very interesting. Learning is like walking. Every footprint embodies persistence and memories. Every English word, every Chinese text and every math problem carries too many memories. Perhaps just like the lyrics of the old song "Li Lei and Han Meimei", our youth stayed in the book, and our memories were fixed in those past years. Sometimes I often wonder, after many years, will I miss the present day and the traces I have walked at this moment?
Life is like climbing a mountain, with our solid footprints on the steep cliff and our persistent steps on the flat land. Childhood is childish, adolescence is arrogant, middle age is mature, and old age is open-minded. Physical growth is limited, but spiritual climbing is endless. Every footprint records not only our physical growth, but also our spiritual maturity. The roadside scenery is beautiful or sad, but when it becomes our scenery, it is embellished with the most beautiful colors and becomes the most indelible trace in life.
Life is about remembering, doing and cherishing.
Recalling the composition of the third grade, walking in the narrow alley and listening to the sound of the stone road at every step, I feel a lot more at ease. Looking at the children playing in the neighborhood, everything is so strange and familiar. I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time!
Since I entered middle school, I have moved out of the yard where I grew up. Since then, although I will come back to see it, the frequency is getting less and less, and the time is getting more and more hasty. But the memories of me and the old hospital are all in my heart.
Remember the impatiens on the wall. When I was a child, I especially liked dyeing my nails. I am always the happiest when impatiens are in full bloom. I always take off a handful of mashed nails and ask my grandmother to dye my nails. Now, I have lost my childhood passion for nail dyeing, but that impatiens still has great attraction to me.
When I was a child, I couldn't tell things clearly, and I always made mistakes in math orientation questions. If that's all, it's nothing. But because of this, I always can't find my home. Grandma said our house is the fourth in the east. East, this direction, I decided to keep in mind, but as soon as school was over, I went home with my friends and smiled, and entered the alley, but I only remembered "4". And every family seems to be "produced" by the assembly line. There is no difference. That makes no difference. Desperate, I had to bite the bullet, push open a door, put my head in first, admit my mistake and run away. Every time I see grandma's face, I feel deeply relieved.
When I was playing in an alley, I accidentally caught a glimpse of impatiens on the wall. It is so conspicuous that this old house is so different from other families. Later, although I still can't tell the difference between the east and the west, I can still find my home, because I know there is a impatiens on the head of the old courtyard.
I still remember that the flowers on the vine are different from the melons in the old courtyard. It was my grandmother who helped. That it was not until the sixth grade that I knew that pumpkin vines were crawling on the ground. Before that, I always laughed at my neighbor's pumpkin as "mud can't help the wall". Turns out my family is a mutant. However, yard by yard, Japanese gooseberry vines really blocked the summer sunshine for us. In the shade, my father and grandson pointed to their heads and looked at clusters of Japanese gooseberry flowers, talking about how many Japanese gooseberry dolls will be harvested in autumn. The atmosphere is harmonious.
Remember, a piece of tofu pudding in a porcelain bowl. My love for tofu began with Grandpa's bowl of red bean soup. "Grandpa, what do you drink?" "Red bean soup, would you like to try it?" "hmm" I nodded quickly, and the rich bean flavor overflowed in my mouth. It tastes great! I giggled and the thief nervously looked at the soup in grandpa's bowl. ...
Grandpa's words were scattered in the yard. Now, pumpkin flowers has fallen all over the floor. Tofu pudding is mellow. Things have changed. Perhaps, we can't change the past, but at least, we can keep those memories that make us grateful.