In our daily study, work and life, it is inevitable for us to touch or use writing. Writing writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm ourselves down and think about our future direction. Then do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the video composition of my memory, which I collected and sorted out, hoping to help everyone. Image composition of memory 1
One day, when I was walking in the street, a string of melodies sounded in my ear, so familiar and so strange, and my brow was locked, and the image of memory was reflected in front of my eyes.
I don't remember when. About four years ago, in a small mountain village, I heard an old artist play this song with Ma Touqin. At that time, I first heard this song. After all, I was young and ignorant, and I was a little curious about the piano. I wanted to take a closer look, but my father pulled me. My father was about to say something, but the old artist turned his head, as if he had eyes on his back, and looked at his father kindly: "Let him have a look." When I got permission, I ran over with joy and looked at the piano carefully. When I saw the piano head, I looked up by chance and found that the old artist had lost his mind. His nonexistent eyes seem to be looking at me, too. He paused, his look became very strange, and he shook his head hard, as if to get rid of something. After shaking, the melody started again. As if he understood something, he nodded and sat back to his father.
Later, as if something happened downstairs, my father took me home in a hurry. Maybe it was a special emotion or an accident. When I got home, I picked up my guitar and rushed to the tutor, and the teacher happily took me to get started. I was playing a few songs I had learned, and when I proposed to learn that song, the teacher's stalwart figure seemed to shrink a little, and his straight waist was bent a little. His face showed almost the same look as that of the old artist, sighed and said, "Okay, I'll teach you." At that time, I was ecstatic and didn't notice a strange brilliance in the teacher's eyes.
I learned the tune and went home happily. On the way, I met several tents, and there was a big disc with a big word "sacrifice" written on it. When I walked closer, there was an old man with a long tube, which seemed to be called Suona. Occasionally, he took off the suona and blew it, harsh and melodious, accompanied by a soft voice mixed with a few cries. Suddenly I lost my mind and walked like a zombie. Walking, I overheard people say, "Li Haiyang is really stubborn, he has to do what he can't do, but he saved himself ..." After listening to this, I seemed to understand, and when I got home, wait for a while was also inspired. This doesn't seem to be a good song. Looking at the old artists, teachers and Li Haiyang, it seems that this song has made any taboos. It's unlucky.
After the video of memory is broadcast, when you come to your senses, you will continue to walk with your guitar on your back, walking ... video composition of memory 2
Is there anyone in your ever-changing memory that will make you fantasize again? -Inscription
"Lin Hua thanked Chun Hong, and it was in a hurry." When the sun shines, the cherry turns red, the banana turns green, and your black hair is bleached, leaving only a little bit of hair ... < P > You have no outstanding appearance, no distinguished life experience, and you are not rich, but you work hard, and you are also my half mother. Now, looking at your faltering back, blending with your newly arrived figure, causing ripples and evoking that most precious memory!
Smile
Hours, my parents often travel, leaving only your meticulous care. Changing diapers, feeding, washing, and even when you are doing housework, the wet urine has penetrated your camel's body. Just like Sally teaches Helen's words, you also have a unique smile. I am held by you step by step, without exception, for fear of negligence. Your smile has narrowed the distance between your heart and mine.
Break up
I am habitually called "Auntie" as a kindergarten teacher. One day when I make another mistake, I hope that there will be her in a certain crowd. Although I tried to find a seam, I still couldn't find any news, so I cried aloud. You came running at full speed, carrying your back and saying "pleasantries" of comfort. But I don't know: a burst of cold is your tears; A whimper is your cry; A phone call:
"Hello, Mom! What's wrong? "
"Come back quickly, your father is ill."
"I know, but ..."
Oh no! I feel it. When I was a child, I didn't understand the love and hate in the adult world, but it was important to know that you made a choice. As everyone knows, this is a break of love and tolerance, and it is also a farewell without hesitation!
back
helpless in the passage of time, things have changed. The begonia flowers outside the window have withered, so you should leave, too. Reluctance, sorrow and hate flow in my heart, but I remember: you come gently, make a scene, and finally you should leave quietly.
suddenly, looking at your drifting back, I suddenly felt relieved: it seems that in the early spring of next year, Begonia flowers bloom themselves, and the powder covered the trees has saved many people's worries; That figure is also broad and long-lasting reunion!
After the memory video is played, walk to the window-the begonia flowers are dazzling and shining in the setting sun.
look! The spring tide is dark, the spring water is full, and the spring breeze is ten miles, but it is not as good as you. Image composition of memory 3
The beauty and preciousness of youth lies in its innocence and immaculacy, in its unattainability, and in its never returning. —— Inscription
At the end of summer that year, the shade beside the two roads was already flourishing. With the noisy cicada singing, I walked on that road.
"which high school do you want to go to in the future?" Faced with such a problem, I stopped and stood still. "No.1 Middle School." But I know in my heart that at my present level, I can't reach my goal at all. "But I don't think I can." I smiled bitterly. "There are three years, don't give it a try, how do you know you can't? I believe you! Then it's agreed, I'm waiting for you! " She looked at me, and the broken light swaying at the bottom of her eyes left an indelible mark on my memory.
yes, this is our agreement.
I have known her for ten years, and we have gradually become each other's dependence. She is excellent, ranking among the best in the year, and I always want to make myself better and be a friend who can really stand shoulder to shoulder with her.
I'm on this road again. This time, I'm alone. The eyes were stung by the sun, but the crazy branches could not stop the fierce sun. In a trance, the image of that memory reappeared in front of my eyes: two girls with high ponytails, carrying backpacks, were on the road as always, filled with youthful smiles, talking about their yearning for the future. "I am waiting for you." I am like a baby bird. When the black cloth covered in my life is lifted to reveal a dazzling daylight, I seem to be awakened by the deep-seated answer-I want to know how to fight for the future.
that's right. in the best years, why not give it a shot? The images in that memory are constantly playing in my mind. It seems that life will become colorful after having goals and expectations. I think I will also have the best look of my youth. I have been longing for the realization of our agreement one day, and one day, we can walk down that road again in the uniform of the same school and continue to talk about the fascinating future.
The player of youth has no pause button, but the memory image is fixed in eternity. Our agreement has always inspired me, and I will keep pursuing our common goals. I always believe: full of expectations will be invincible. Image composition of memory 4
If you try your best, all you will leave to the world is your back. —— Inscription
Yuehua is as simple and unpretentious as frost, and it crosses the attic with flowers and reflects on the earth. Beside it, the begonia bloomed. A wisp of breeze blows, and your fragrance is in the air. Then climb into the attic, holding a glass of wine. You are endlessly meditating, and sometimes screaming at the sky, and you don't know how to write your life. This is my first memory of you.
Hold up the brush and think, how did you do it, and write down your worries in words? Every time I hold up your copybook, I pay a little respect. Your carelessness is regarded as a masterpiece of the world by future generations. Is this a congenital divine power? How much effort does it take? I don't know. But his bold and delicate handwriting is deeply engraved in my heart.
when I was a child, I accidentally traveled, so I met my writing brush. Imagine what fun it would be when I wrote the brush to perfection. Deep memory makes the seeds I planted in my mind take root and sprout constantly!
"Why can't you even write the most elementary strokes well? I still talk about writing a good brush. I think it is better to give up early. " Memories, sometimes cruel, that midsummer night, the laughter in my ears kept haunting me. Until now, I seem to have returned to yesterday. Tilting room, rolling in the deep.
all night, no sleep.
I'm at a loss. Why can he write such exquisite words? Is this a gift? I'd better give it up before it's too late, I thought.
the books on the bookcase are uneven, and one book stands out. I walked up and turned over a few pages, and suddenly this sentence came to my mind-the word is poor and backward. Yes, in those days, he was not repeatedly demoted and suffered from Wutai poetry case. Isn't that the basis of his high status now? As the saying goes, a hero comes from suffering. How can you be a hero if you just want to give up on this setback?
Make up your mind to be a better self.
Every day, I touch the first ray of sunshine in the calligraphy room; In the evening, I saw the last sunset again.
time is fixed, this long journey is not over yet, but how can you know how much strength you have if you don't do your best?
Re-support the brush, put some ink on it, and the brush will be moved freely by me. In an instant, a mass of black color bloomed, and I crossed his dream with it. Sweat was secreted from the back of my hand and condensed into a dream road.
suddenly look back and try your best!
the memory is frozen, in my first image of you. Memory video composition 5
"Go home, return to the original beauty." -Inscription
There are many old video tapes in the video library of memory. Going to the deepest place, where the lights are the darkest, I searched hard until I found the old image that has been lingering in my heart. I brushed away the dust of the years and gently projected it.
it was that memory that came to me like a torrent:
"beep-",it was night, and I leaned against the window and looked at the traffic on the street, and there were many pedestrians on the path. The sound of cars annoyed me. I watched the pedestrians' faces covered with fatigue, but they walked firmly. This car and this person are all heading in the same direction-home. They all have the most ordinary but persistent idea at the moment: to go home.
My real home is not here. I went to study in a big city with my parents. Now I'm a little tired of the noise and disgusted with the splendor. The bright and colorful night lights make me uncomfortable. At the moment, I have a rebellious idea-I want to escape and go home.
I told my parents about this bold idea. They were very unexpected at first, but they finally agreed.
sitting on the high-speed train on my way home, the scenery outside the window flashed by, but it made me feel sad.
I went home and looked at the familiar bluestone steps, as if I had gone back to the past. My hometown, although there is no modern technology and food, has clear water and blue sky, and a small world belonging to me.
In the morning, I got up from the bed fondly. After breakfast, I went for a walk by the pond. When I was a child, I always liked to put my feet in the stream, which brought me a little coolness in the heat. At this time, if there was any unlucky "poor guy" beside me, I would never hesitate to sprinkle water on him. After lunch, sit in the warm afternoon sun. Cicada chirps, echoing in the ear, refreshing and interesting. In the evening, after tasting some of my grandmother's specialty dishes, I would sit in the backyard again, and qinghui was cold, which shone like many-hued on the ground. Who can say that this is not "the most delicious taste in the world is Qing Huan"?
The image came to an abrupt end. I put it back in its original place and turned to leave. Image composition of memory 6
If memory is a drop of water, more water will naturally become the sea. If memory is a grain of sand, the sand becomes more, and naturally it becomes a desert. And I am the master of the desert, looking for the few memory images in the desert that seems like a picture scroll.
it was an encounter with her. I reluctantly left the library by bike. On the road, I remembered Lu Xun's "Real Fairness is in the underworld" in "Flowers in the Morning" and I was indignant at once. "Adults always have reason to say that I am wrong this way and that way." Thinking of this, I rode faster and faster, and naturally I became more and more angry.
Warm wind blows across my cheeks, colorful flowers dance along the way, as if to make me happy, and the tree is fluttering, but he is sad and disappointed. It is an image in my memory. Accidents always happen in a flash. I bumped into another girl riding a bike.
the breath in my heart vanished in an instant. I struggled to get up from the ground, my brain was blank at this time, and an idea suddenly came to my mind: get on my bike and run away. But when I look at her as old as me, I have some feelings. I stood there like a fool, not knowing what to do. She suddenly looked up at me and whispered, "Can you help me up?" I got up my courage, went over and helped her up.
She whispered to me again, "Thank you." I looked at her in surprise: "Don't you blame me?" She looked at me again: "Why should I blame you?" At this time, I found that her eyes were big and bright, just like her heart, revealing beauty and kindness. This is a beautiful image in my memory.
as the sun sets, we all go home.
If my memory is a sea, she is the unique dolphin. If my memory is a desert, then she is an oasis that lights up the desert. She is the fragrance of the desert and the unique image. I thank her and let me feel the tolerance and kindness from strangers.
the evening breeze, blowing on my cheek. Memories will not go with the wind. Image composition of memory 7
Autumn wind blows gently and leaves flutter. In the depths of my memory, there are always some fragmentary images, scattered by the autumn wind and overflowing in the water ...
I hope I can take every step of my life well, so that every step can be firmly stepped on the ground and leave a distinct mark. Even if youth is short, you should leave some spirit. I still remember that in my youth, I lost in the ancient poetry competition and walked alone on my way home. Recalling the past experiences of "stumbling" and "hitting a nail", I was surrounded by layers of dark clouds, and it seemed that many bad moods came to me. It seems that carrying a high mountain on my back makes me depressed and hard to breathe. The deep red "" with a big score is like an invisible big hand, gripping my throat tightly. When I got home, I only saw the book lying on my desk. The elegant attitude and simple appearance gradually calmed my heart.
in my memory, there is nothing I miss except books. That fragmentary image is only