Excellent composition in the past 1 With the deepening of this country road, my sense of familiarity has been continuously enhanced, and this road seems to be deja vu. Walking on the road, I saw a township primary school. The floodgate of memory suddenly opened, and the long-forgotten past suddenly emerged. I suddenly realized that I had been away for three years here.
Walking into this greatly changed campus, a feeling that things have changed is full of my mind. On the playground, several children are playing, running and laughing ... In a trance, I seem to see myself and my playmates in this playing tag. Now, the past is like smoke, and all this has already vanished.
Follow the stairs to the corridor of the teaching building, which used to be the "battlefield" for us to play with pictures in our spare time. We often play until we are covered in dust and don't care. Next to the corridor is the classroom. I used to listen to lectures here, be distracted here, and talk here ... I was innocent and carefree at that time, but all this is over. All I can do is seize the moment.
Go up the hill, which is the back of this school. The back hill is the same as before. There is a pavilion here, but time has carved vicissitudes on it. This pavilion used to be my most frequent place. I will come here whether I am happy or sad. I use my camera to freeze the pavilion at this moment forever.
The house where my parents and I lived for a year turned into a teacher's office. Looking through the window, some things haven't changed. My parents and I lived in a small quadrangle for two years. Now, this small quadrangle is dilapidated. Now we can still see some traces of our life here, but the people at that time are gone.
These things are still there, but the original people and things are gone. It is time that has changed us. Time is merciless, it took away my innocent childhood and our passionate and romantic youth. However, time is affectionate, it makes us mature, it gives us wisdom and it gives us wealth.
Looking back suddenly, the long river of years left my footprints, but one by one they turned into spray and dissipated. This is life. Time will make many things disappear, but it will also give birth to many new things. Even if you don't give up the past, you can only confess to them in the end. The sun has set and the sky is full of stars. Without the past, I still have a future, and the past has become the past.
The past is unbearable, and the old dreams have become empty, alas! I can't stop the past years and bring back the happiness of the past.
Looking back on my life during this period, I am at a loss and have nothing to do. Always think that happiness is staring at the watch and counting the time passing slowly; Always think that happiness is quarreling with friends; I have always believed that happiness is reading a book quietly by myself; I have always thought that happiness means laughing and laughing. However, in the final analysis, it is just a lonely melancholy.
I suddenly sneezed, and a cold wind came from my heart, which made me feel dull pain. It seems to be sick. I know that when a person is sick, it is easiest to miss the lost time, because people at that time are more vulnerable.
The familiar songs reverberate in my ears again, but this season's wind has a biting pain more than last season, which reminds people of the cold pain after leaving freely. A year ago, what was the scenery like: I could spin in the wind, gallop in the rain and play in the clouds; I can wear beautiful shirts, slacks and long hair, walk into mountains and rivers, streams and nature, hug and kiss every piece of green; I can read my favorite novels; I can write the words I like; I can do what I like.
However, after more than a year, everything around me seems to be the same, but I can no longer do whatever I want; Just can't leave school again; I just can't wear that strange clothes anymore; Just can't keep long hair; Just can't go into nature to hug and kiss every piece of green; I just can't read my favorite novels anymore; I just can't write my favorite words anymore; I just can't do what I like anymore.
Alas! People in the world may be bound by the surrounding environment and objective things, but as long as you clearly know what you want in your heart or what kind of life you want, that is yourself.
But for me, the surrounding environment has changed, but I can't do what I want and live what I want, and I can't change him.
Alas! The happy past is no longer comforting, and the sad past is still sad.
I was moving, and I was surprised to find an old wooden basin in the hut. I asked my mother curiously, "Why do you keep it?" My mother stroked my head and said with a smile, "It was an indispensable partner in your childhood. How can I throw it away? " My mother's words evoked memories of my childhood.
The small wooden basin is full of laughter from my mother and me. When I was a child, it was hot every day in summer. My mother will put a big basin of water in the sun to warm up early, and then put me in the basin to take a bath. That feeling is unforgettable. Naughty, I always let water splash on my mother's face, and she is not angry. She often pats my little ass with a smile to make me quiet and tell me stories.
The small wooden basin is full of happiness for my mother and me. Every day when I come back from school, I can see a small wooden basin in the living room. My mother sits on a small chair by the basin and rubs my dirty clothes with difficulty. I like squatting by the washbasin, gently catching beautiful soap bubbles, big and small, with my small hands, or quietly thinking about them. The sound of my mother rubbing clothes sounds so warm and sweet that it has been rubbed into my heart. Occasionally learn from my mother's appearance and quietly drag the small wooden basin out to wash one or two small clothes.
I especially like to play with my mother under these beautiful bubbles: find my mother's hand with my hand. When I held my mother's hand, I found that her warm hand was red, too. Is that dyed red by a small wooden basin? My mother always folds the washed clothes neatly and puts them at my bedside. You can smell the fragrance on your clothes when you sleep at night.
This humble little purple wooden basin awakened my memories and nostalgia for my childhood.
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Each of us has our own childhood, and Gong Zi's "Childhood Past" awakens the aftertaste and nostalgia of childhood fun from an unremarkable small wooden basin, which shows how interesting and beautiful childhood is!
Memories are like tinkling streams, flowing slowly in my mind; Memories are like a rough sea, giving people a wonderful feeling; Memories are more like beautiful notes.
At the end, I caught the most beautiful notes. It was a sunny afternoon, with a few white clouds floating in the sky and a slight wind blowing. Grandpa said he would teach me to ride a bike, and I cheered. We introduced a bicycle, and my grandfather showed it to me first and told me a lot of essentials of riding a bicycle. I nodded briefly, feeling that it was not difficult to ride a bike. So, I got on the bike, and my grandfather encouraged me to say, "Come on, keep your balance." But the reality is often much more difficult than imagined. Somehow, the front of the car always can't control the wheels and keeps twisting. My heart is in a panic and my hands are in a hurry. Finally, the car tilted and I fell off it. At this time, I was discouraged and didn't want to learn any more. Why is it so difficult to ride a bike? Grandpa seemed to understand my mind and came over and said, "This can't be done. Don't be discouraged. We can't give up halfway Step by step first. " After listening to grandpa's words, I cheered up again. I asked my grandfather to hold the back of my bike and let him run with me several times. I readjusted my sitting posture. I stepped on it round and round. After an hour, I finally found a sense of balance. So, grandpa asked me to try riding by myself. I got up my courage and got on the bike. I hold the handle tightly to keep my heart calm and my hands calm, and my feet keep stepping on the pedal to keep my body balanced. The car ran steadily forward, and I succeeded! I can ride a bike!
Now I can ride a bike easily. Whenever I recall these things, I feel indescribable joy. If life is like a poem, then memory is the most important emotion in the poem. If life is like a sea in Wang Yang, then memories are like water, giving it endless sources.
We used to be sad about an unimportant thing.
Once we turned against each other for a trivial matter.
We used to be happy or sad about many things.
We used to have a lot of pasts.
Excited, proud, successful, emotionally frustrated and depressed, now it seems like a mottled yellow calendar.
Sunshine, warmth and warmth, sitting alone in the bamboo and rattan chair in the yard, taking a quiet nap or reading an Enron novel, the free and happy time passed by. Think about it, that was a long time ago. Time flows naturally, polishing the haste and uneasiness of life. If there are too many such days, no matter how happy or relaxed things are, they will slide to a very concave trough and become unhappy. Then, directly numb, lose feeling. Just like we are a lazy cat, eating a big fish, climbing a tree, having a rest and licking fishy paws. Finally, even the cat's hair was licked up.
I often think of those happiness and happiness, and then I start to be unhappy and unhappy.
Quiet night, no moonlight, the sky is as black as black paper. Sitting quietly under this sky, thinking at random, negative memories, growing troubles, learning setbacks, and the generation gap in the family ... outline a "teenager's (girl's) trouble" that is more tragic than shooting the people of Madrid, and a "suffering diary" that is more bitter than the tracker on the Volga River. Gradually, I lamented "the past is unbearable" and "premature birth".
Wang Leehom once sang, "Life is like a river, and it is inevitable that there will be twists and turns." . "God" said, "You are all good children." Angry and happy, then silent. If God exists, if God loves you like everyone else, then why should we be sad?
Heaven and earth are far apart. There's actually no distance. What supports us is:
Miss, miss, miss.
Memory, memory, aftertaste.
In the past in the past
Now we want to grow up. We have had those full emotions, and we have experienced those unforgettable things.
Now we have to turn around and leave, and they-in the past, will become the breeze with the change. Past, smile.
I like the book Old Things in the South of the City very much. According to his childhood, Lin wrote this good novel with delicate characters and detailed description. Closing the black cover with camel design, I can't help but recall my childhood.
When I was a child, my parents were busy with work and had no time to look after me, so they sent me to my grandmother's house. I spent my childhood in the country.
In the morning, I like to climb the branches and stare at something fresh and interesting quietly. Look at the green shoots on the treetops; Look at the strange flowers and grasses that bloom quietly at dawn; Watching the sun leap into the sky bit by bit, emitting thousands of golden lights. My mood has also become happy.
Whenever I sit in a daze on a branch, my brother will give me a bullet with a slingshot and hit it on a nearby branch. At this time, I always shout happily: "Haha! Didn't play! " Slide down from the tree and jump on the green grass. I jumped on it carefully, for fear of accidentally stepping on the colorful little wildflowers splashed by the roadside. Jumping and jumping, my center of gravity was unstable and I fell down, overwhelming a large piece of wild flowers. I apologized to them and helped them correct it. He skipped away again, regardless of the dust on his trousers. I'm not sure if I will fall again.
With homemade kites, my brother and I ran to the endless wheat fields. Here, there is still no golden wheat, only endless green.
I quietly made a little wish in the kite. A small kite carrying a small wish staggered into the sky. Went into the clouds and disappeared.
Plumes of kitchen smoke floated out of the house and dissipated in the shining blue night sky.
I walk in wheat fields, fields and wasteland full of colorful flowers. They are like incense lamps, but I don't know how to light them.
Flying fireflies seem to see my mind, stop on small flowers and light up the wheat field. At that time, that shiny wheat field was mine. The star is embedded in the black goose down curtain, like a big bright diamond, flashing from time to time.
Now, although I no longer own my own wheat field, I am still dreaming a dream that belongs to me and my childhood under the black goose down curtain inlaid with diamonds.
Recalling the past often makes people feel melancholy and beautiful at the same time. The past is like a song, an enduring song with a long history. The older you get, the more beautiful you are. This song contains the story of time.
An old song carrying old memories will naturally bring people's thoughts to that innocent and beautiful era, when there were picture books, dam movies, rubber ropes and Christmas cards. Those years that once made us excited, moved and homesick.
When I was a child, I first heard Mr. Guo sing My Motherland, and I was attracted by a string of rich images in the song. A big river is wide, and the wind blows rice flowers on both sides. The breeze is blowing slowly, will the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides of the strait really float? Once, I passed by a green rice field in my school, and I personally went to have a close contact with Daohuaxiang. In order to smell the rice flowers. Rice leaves stuck in my nostrils. Blood dyed the fragrant rice fragrance red. Later, my classmates laughed at me for being stupid. But I think this is the poetry of life.
During the period of singing, I sometimes met my favorite song and went to the video store to buy it. Then after school, a person hides in the house and lies in bed to taste. It's like preparing a big dinner for yourself. In this process, my spiritual pleasure and spiritual nourishment are infinite. I was once moved by Zheng Zhihua's strength; Jiang Yuheng's melancholy; Cui Jian's passion; The elegance of Chyi Yu.
At that time, I didn't know how to appreciate a song from an artistic point of view. As long as you feel the melody ups and downs, it will do. While humming these songs from time to time, the first thing to do when I go home is to turn on the tape recorder and chew the charm. There is an old song on the tape recorder that I have heard many times. Until the tape can no longer be used. At that time, the mind got unparalleled happiness and satisfaction.
I also like listening to music now. Listening to the same song in different ages has different feelings. Those childhood songs will be the carrier for me to recall the long past years today. That string of flowing notes is a train to a happy childhood. The undulating melody must have been soaked in wine, otherwise why is this song so mellow and strong that it can't be melted?
They say the past is like a dream. Sometimes it's close to you, and sometimes it's a little lost in front of you, becoming more and more hazy. And I think the past is more like a flowing song. As long as you listen attentively, you will certainly feel the laughter of childhood and the story of time.
Everything in the past caught us off guard. We will graduate this year and leave our alma mater together for six years. We reluctantly stepped out of the door of our alma mater and entered the paradise of junior high school. Let's remember everything that happened here together.
Although we can't let time stay, we can make every second meaningful; Although we may never see each other again in the future, our good memories about you and me will always remain in the depths of our memory. Memory is a kind of happiness, memory is a kind of happiness, and memory is also a kind of pain, because when you recall the past, you will find that the happy memories are long gone.
Six years of memories, ups and downs. We have too many memories and too much to say. I want all the stories to start over, but the past is the past. He will not stay but leave in a hurry.
Over the past six years, our story has been an endless book, recording all our feelings and our most precious childhood and memories. We are constantly growing, we are constantly feeling, we are welcoming today every day, recalling yesterday, year after year, month after month.
In our class, every classmate left me a different memory. In the past six years, I have met many classmates, and every classmate is so unforgettable. I won't forget every one of them, but there are some people I need to forget, but only a few. I have learned a lot in these six years, or a lot, and everyone around me has given me a lot of inspiration. I dominated the world in the fifth grade, but in the sixth grade, my friends let me know myself. I know I hurt some students in Grade 5 and 6, and I really want to apologize to them, but it's too late. I want to thank a person most, because he taught me what a friend is. I have always regarded everyone as my enemy, not my friend. He taught me what a friend is, and he left me with the most memories of the sixth grade. I think if he saw it, he would know it was his.
Every bit of the sixth grade is recalled in my mind, and my mind will always be the laughter of our childhood. We have too many wonderful memories in six years, and my memories are full of laughter in six years.
I will never forget every friend in primary school, and I will never forget the people who inspired me in primary school.
The masterpiece of the past 9 "Let the past fly and your heart move with you." I like this lyric. Every time I hear it, the dusty past will appear in front of me like a landscape. Those things, those people, those flowers are now in the past, but they are still fresh in my memory. Our old memories are swinging on the swing. If it weren't for these things, I might know very little now.
Those things, we remember, like to play on the playground when we are tired of studying, so we walk on the playground regardless of the image. All the students passing by think we are crazy, but we are not crazy. We just open our hearts, have fun, and then step into a new tense learning environment. Only we can understand our happiness. We aftertaste, aftertaste ...
Those people are so United and friendly, we cry and laugh about some things together ... Once we played the spirit of unity in a ball game, reviewing our efforts in study and recalling our strong spirit in difficulties, all of which are owned by our collective and enough to make us proud of Class Three. I tried to keep our happiness by closing my eyes. I am an imaginary child, and I am looking forward to it.
Those flowers, when they bloom, have passed-graduation, balcony, have long withered, maybe it's time to go their separate ways; It's time to meet the first turning point in life; It's time to leave this United and friendly class. Now, we are gone, but the flowers on the balcony are still beautiful, because we are studying hard in a different place, and those flowers are blooming happily and smiling. ...
Let the past go with the wind! We will never forget the memories on the swing, because we once lived together, that long but precious time.
Ah, when I went back in time, I saw memories and missed the past. When the meteor passed by, I missed the chance to make a wish. When the light kept spinning back and forth, I was glad that I had you good friends!
The night is dark, but the happy memories are still gone with the wind.
Memory is like a pearl necklace, and the past is a pearl. Among these pearls, I believe there is always one pearl that shines most brightly, and that is a beautiful memory.
Everyone's past experience may be different, but each string of pearls has the most dazzling one. Other pearls have disappeared because of the passage of time. But this pearl will be preserved forever.
Sisu returned to the summer vacation. At that time, I had nothing to do at home, so I went to the cultural center to sign up for a painting and calligraphy class. On the first day of school, when I arrived at the classroom, I was immediately attracted by the paintings and calligraphy on the wall. All the paintings are different. While I was enjoying this beautiful picture, I suddenly heard the teacher calling my name. I came to the teacher in three steps and two steps. It turned out to be a calligraphy tool. Open my calligraphy and painting bag: a big felt and a beautiful brush. Then we sent a small ink box and a bottle of ink. Techniques are also very important in calligraphy. Only by practicing skills can you write well. The strokes of a brush look easy to write, but there are seven strokes in one horizontal direction! Not a word. The first time the teacher asked me to write "horizontal", I unfolded the paper and wrote it when I got home. This is really not easy! I can't even lift my hand. I only wrote half of it.
Day by day, I will graduate soon. On that day, all our staff wrote a poem. As a result, I accidentally wrote an extra word "cold" to the teacher. The teacher was very dissatisfied and asked me to write another article. Later, because of impatience, the second one was not very good either. Looking at my diploma, I really feel guilty. I cried a lot when I got home for my teacher. My parents comforted me and said, I know you can write well, don't blame yourself.
This is my most dazzling pearl. Although I made a little mistake, I learned a lot in calligraphy class. Not only calligraphy, but also unity and cooperation with friends and care for friends. It also broadened my horizons and made my summer vacation not wasted.
My friend, I'm sure you must have something memorable, from which you can taste what you wanted but didn't get. Perhaps, you will have a new understanding of something, cherish every past and savor your past.