1. A sentence describing a memory that cannot be erased
A memory that cannot be erased
I remember when I first heard the bad news that my godmother was about to die, It was like a bolt from the blue, which made me unable to believe it. I hurriedly accompanied my mother to the hospital to see my godmother for the last time. When I opened the door to the ward and saw my godmother who was about to lose her breath, tears burst into my eyes.
After I got home, I immediately walked into the room, locked the door, hid in the bed and cried loudly. My tears continued like a faucet, soaking the sheets. I really hope this is a dream. When I wake up, everything will be back to the original. Nothing has happened. My godmother will still accompany me and hug me as before, and even buy me many fun and delicious things. Me, but this is not the case, everything is a foregone conclusion and irreversible, my godmother has left me and gone to another world.
Although I know that being sad is useless, and although I want to hold back the tears that are like the ocean, when I am sad, the tears are like broken pearls, and I can’t stop them. But what if I don’t cry? I am also not as brave as some people who can hold back tears. Even the slightest dissatisfaction makes me very sad.
I hope that I can be braver in the future. When I encounter something, I can face it bravely instead of running away or crying. When I am sad, I can listen to music, take a walk, or Find someone to chat with.
My godmother will always remain in my memory. .
The afterglow of the setting sun scattered on the sea, and the sea breeze blew by, taking away the tears from the corners of my eyes.
The dry grape trellis and the bamboo rocking chair are still rocking, welcoming the morning glow and sending away the sunset, but everything yesterday has long changed.
Grandpa left, taking his tears with him, leaving only the roaring sea and the tears of regret.
When the setting sun still hangs on the top of the western mountain, and the evening wind still blows across my cheeks, I don’t know what it was like yesterday, but I know what it is like today...
The machine here Roaring, like the wail of wild animals in the quiet night. The sea water here is black and exudes a foul odor. The floating dead fish sway with the waves, emitting a dazzling light on the sea surface under the setting sun. The blue sky here has disappeared, replaced by a gray one weighing on our heads. The sea water is so turbid that the dividing line between sea and sky cannot be clearly seen. Whether everything here is the same as it was yesterday, I don’t know. But I know that the crystal tears in the corners of my grandfather’s eyes can never be wiped away.
Yesterday, was the sea and sky turbid and smelly? Are dead fish floating and machines roaring?
Grandpa said that this is not yesterday, where the sea water is blue, the breeze is fresh, the fish are happy, and the seagulls are flying.
The tears in the corners of Grandpa’s eyes flashed in the sun. I asked my grandfather why he shed tears, and he said: "It was blown by the wind." I asked my grandfather why he didn't wipe them away, and he said: "Those are tears of regret and blood in my heart. They cannot be wiped away."
I don’t understand regret, nor the blood in my heart, but I know that it was a sharp knife, cutting my grandfather’s heart inch by inch.
I asked my grandpa how beautiful he used to be.
Grandpa told me that in the evening, the setting sun dyed half of the sky red, and the afterglow spread on the water "half river rustling and half river red". The setting sun did not want to leave, just like children do not want to leave their sweet sleep. Every time the tide goes out, the beach is full of jumping fish and beautiful scallops. The golden beach is colorfully decorated, the laughter of the children, the rustle of the waves touching the beach... everything is beautiful, everything is Picturesque.
I said grandpa was lying. Where could the fish come from that blackened sewage and the floating garbage?
Grandpa always sighs: "That is the evil done by mankind! If all this is still the same as yesterday, how wonderful it would be!" The tears in the corners of his eyes are still shining under the setting sun, and the blackened The sea water is still shining brightly in the setting sun.
Grandpa left, left when the sea and sky were the same color, leaving with his tears and his "lies".
The setting sun still lingers on the top of the western mountain, and the evening wind still blows across the empty land.
I walked by the beach yesterday. I saw fish kissing the beach, colorful scallops, a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, seaweed floating under the blue water, and the boatman driving the boat in the distance. Fishing songs are roaring everywhere, the breeze touches my cheek, the freshness of the sea water enters my nostrils, the loose earth under my feet tickles my feet, and the afterglow of the setting sun also puts a golden dress on the sleeping earth. .
That’s yesterday’s yesterday, my grandfather’s hometown.
But today everything has changed. Instead of the golden beach strewn with shells and the fish playing freely, I can only see the black water on the horizon and the noisy night. I can understand the blood in my grandfather’s heart. , tears of regret.
The gray sea in the distance, the sea in the distance is still howling... The heart is trembling, and the tears are shining. Oh, that is the blood in my heart, those are my tears of regret, those are the tears of true love that cannot be wiped away! Through vague tears, I understood my grandfather’s eyes full of sadness and expectation.
When the setting sun still hangs over the western hills and the night wind blows across my cheeks, those crystal tears no longer exist. I have set out with my grandfather’s wish - to study in the city. Don’t worry, grandpa, I will definitely fulfill your wish and restore everything here and there to what they were yesterday, giving future generations a beautiful beach and azure sea. 2. A 500-word essay about memories that cannot be erased
Everyone has a memory that cannot be erased. It may make you sad, it may make you happy, or it may make you angry... But that This story happened to me, but it will always be engraved in my heart.
It was the second semester of fourth grade. Once, I did very poorly in an exam. When my mother found out, she bought a lot of exercises and asked me to learn to do them. I thought it was very interesting at first, so I accepted it. Unexpectedly, there were more and more exercises assigned day by day, which made me feel overwhelmed. I can't breathe. That night, my mother assigned me exercises again. Listening to my mother's attentive tone and looking at the densely packed exercises, my head became more and more dizzy. Finally, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time broke out at that moment. : "Why did you buy me so many exercises? I have enough school homework, can't you let me take a break?" I swept all the exercise books to the floor, "I won't do it anymore. !" After saying that, I slammed the door and left, leaving only my mother's bewildered expression.
I walked along the seaside path, and the refreshing cold wind gradually blew away the anger in my heart. I thought a lot...
Whose credit is it for me to get the certificate? Why do I win prizes in competitions again and again? Why are there so many dazzling certificates in my room... A series of questions occupied my brain, but there was only one answer, that is, my mother accompanied me to do exercises one after another under the light. It was my mother's pair of I kept nagging... This is the honor that makes me stand on the podium and the envy of everyone. This is for my own good. What right do I have to yell as a mother? What right do I have to insist on my own point of view? At that moment, I suddenly felt that I had committed a heinous crime, and I wanted to beat my chest. I ran back quickly, the phoenix was blowing "swish", and my tears fell down, and I regretted it endlessly.
When I ran back to the alley where my house was, I found my mother anxiously looking for me. The soft moonlight shone on her, and I vaguely saw her dark hair mixed with a few silver strands. , crow's feet unknowingly appeared on the smooth face. This is because of me. "Mom!" I quickly ran over and threw myself into my mother's arms. My eyes were wet before they were dry. "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I don’t ask you to forgive me, but I hope you can give me a chance to change my ways!” “Son, everyone makes mistakes, and they all have the right to be forgiven. If only you could understand my mother’s painstaking efforts! "Under the moonlight, there was a mother and daughter hugging each other tightly...
This incident has passed for a long time, but it has left a deep mark on my mind that can never be erased. go. 3. Composition "Unerasable Memories"
On the road to my growth, many things happened that made me excited, sad, excited, regretful... Now, they have become the things in my memory. Treasures that hit my heart from time to time! Let me pick a wave from the treasure house of memory, find a true love, and share it with you.
I remember that time my mother and I traveled to Guilin and arrived at a place called Gudong Scenic Area. We finally climbed to the top of the mountain. After resting for a while, my mother and I started going down the mountain. There is only one road down the mountain, which is paved with stones. It is neither wide nor narrow, but it is unimaginably long! There are several iron railings beside the road, and next to the railings is an abyss.
I was only 7 years old at the time, and I was not afraid of these deep valleys. I just pulled my mother forward carefully... The sky was unpredictable, and the clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, followed by heavy rain. In a blink of an eye, people hid in the pavilions on the road, and only my mother and I were walking in the rain. We were wearing straw sandals, but the rented sandals were really small. Our toes stretched out and kept rubbing on the stone steps, causing the skin to break. We gritted our teeth and held on. But the rain poured on our bodies and on the stone steps. Not only were we freezing, but our steps were also heavy because of the water-filled clothes. Moreover, the stone steps that were smoothed by the rain made it difficult for us to walk, so we had to help each other and walk cautiously. Moving forward...
This experience of going down the mountain left a deep impression on me. Several years later, I still remember it clearly. This is the real "memory that cannot be erased!" In this " In "Downhill Tour", I learned a truth: Perseverance will usher in the dawn, and only by helping each other can we overcome difficulties. Add them all together and you have a recipe for victory! 4. There must be at least two things in the Chinese version of the complete Chinese version of the essay "Irreplaceable Memories"
"Indelible Memories"
Looking back on the past, some are heartbreaking and some are regrettable. , some make people happy... They are like waves floating on the sea, becoming an indispensable part of my memory.
I remember that in the third grade, Teacher Chen had just taken over for more than half a year. She often reminds us not to copy when writing essays. One Friday, the teacher left a diary. I went home and thought hard about what to write. I thought, just copy one article, the teacher doesn’t know anyway.
I looked up the composition book with the mentality of giving it a try, and after a while I found an essay "My Electric Toothbrush". I think this essay is very suitable for me. I took the composition with great joy and copied it all in less than half an hour. On Monday, my "My Electric Toothbrush" won the highest honor in the class - "Communication". I read the composition before. When I walked to my seat, I was filled with pride and no longer wanted to listen to other people's compositions.
After school, Su Xiaobin said to me, "Jiawen, I copied that essay of yours." After hearing this, my mood immediately dropped to the lowest point and I was speechless. I returned home uneasy and thought: Su Xiaobin, please don’t tell the teacher. I beg you, little ancestor. On Tuesday, Su Xiaobin didn't bring the book, and I let out a sigh of relief. When I went to bed at night, I thought: I can hide from the first grade of junior high school, but I can't hide from the fifteenth grade. There is no airtight wall in the world. As expected, Li Bingji brought the composition book on Wednesday. He said to the teacher: "Teacher, Jiawen's composition was copied!" The teacher immediately looked up the composition book. After a while, the teacher found the composition. The teacher called my name "Jiawen," and I heard the teacher calling me. I walked over with a blushing face, waiting for the teacher's criticism. "Tell me, what's going on?" the teacher said, pointing to the composition book. "I..." I hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to answer the teacher. The feeling at that time was indescribable. My face felt hot, as if someone had sprinkled a handful of chili powder on my face...
Whenever I think of this incident, it comes to my mind like a movie. It is a memory that I regret deeply and cannot be erased. 5. Composition: A memory that cannot be erased
The golden childhood flowed away in playfulness and innocent laughter. What is left is a string of beautiful memories. But there are also regrets that cannot be looked back on. There is something like this that is still deeply imprinted in my mind.
It was an afternoon during the summer vacation three years ago...
The sun was scorching the earth. People fell asleep with the help of air conditioners and electric fans, and some people sat under trees to enjoy the coolness. , waving a fan and falling asleep. Only the Cicada still shouted proudly: "Zhi-Liao-".
However, at this moment, the "guerrillas" set off, this time the target was the peaches in Taoyuan. As soon as we entered the peach orchard, everything was in chaos. We were rushing to pick peaches to eat, but we didn't pay attention to the fact that the old man who made the peaches was not sleeping. It didn't take long for the "guerrillas" to be completely wiped out.
The old man looked at us seriously for a long time, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and his livid face showed an angry look. I was so scared that I was shaking all over. The peach I just picked fell to the ground with a "pop" sound. Everyone secretly looked at the grandpa, not knowing what to do. Unexpectedly, the grandpa did not hit us or scold us. He sighed and said gently: "Look, are these peaches so easy to grow? Now, they are almost ripe, but they are ruined by your words." "Isn't it okay to buy yours?" I asked bravely. "Buy? Just these few? Look at how many peaches we have ruined for you." The old man said: "Oh, forget it, for your sake, you go!" Upon hearing this, we I ran as fast as I could, and as I ran, I couldn't help but look back and saw the old grandfather bending over, picking up the peaches we dropped with his rough hands. I seemed to see his eyes filled with tears of love.
At this time, I regretted it so much that I wanted to slap myself in the face. Yes, no matter how hard you work, no matter how much you harvest, the peaches we ruined were also obtained by the farmer uncles with their blood and sweat!
From then on, I owed a "debt" not only to the old man who watched the peaches, but also to the millions of working people who feed us. It is they who have nurtured us with their own blood and sweat. I want to be a person who cherishes the fruits of labor like my grandfather.
Although three years have passed since this incident, I still can’t forget it. It is like a steel needle inserted deeply into my heart and it has become indelible. memory. 6. "Unerasable Memory" composition, how to write it, be more beautiful
Unerasable Memory 1\ There must be many happy and beautiful memories on your growth path, and now they have become The treasure of your memory! Let us choose the largest and most beautiful pearl, keep it forever, and savor it slowly! I remember that time in the remedial class. According to the past, as soon as the teacher finished the homework, many students rushed to go home.
But today, as soon as the teacher finished talking about the homework, everyone was like throwing a handful of salt into the pot - the pot exploded. You must be curious! Then I will tell you that the homework assigned by the teacher today is: let you say to your parents: "I love you!" Remember, it must be affectionate and emotional! Xiaoqiang said loudly: "How can you say such a disgusting sentence?" Then one after another people protested to the teacher.
At this time, Meimei stood up and begged: "Teacher, please change your homework. You can also let us copy five essays. Please!" After he said this, the whole class spoke in unison. He screamed: "Teacher, please change your homework. You can also let us copy five essays! Please!" The teacher was so hard-hearted that he would not agree to it even if he died. I had no choice but to walk home. As I walked, I remembered today's homework.
My heart is starting to feel numb.
I'm like an ant on a hot pot—I'm so anxious that I'm running around, what should I do? what to do? If I don't say anything, how can I explain it to the teacher tomorrow? If I say that, then I won’t be able to see anyone anymore. It’s really a dilemma! I originally wanted not to go home, but my legs refused to work and I went straight home.
As soon as I got home, I went to the bathroom to wash my face as usual. While washing my face, I looked in the mirror. I was so anxious that I decided to practice in front of the mirror first. Just do it, I said: "I love you."
Well, no, it's too slow. Go faster, "I love you." Well, the faster the better, let her listen I just finished it if I couldn’t hear clearly, haha, I must succeed.
Oh, by the way, do you speak Chinese or English? Speak English, short English and read quickly. OK, it’s decided, let’s study English! After a while, it was time for lunch. I looked at my mother and said to her: "Mom, you will hear something next, don't be surprised or panic."
After I was silent for two minutes, my mother A little impatient. I saw this scene and said quickly: "I love you!" Suddenly, the earth seemed to have stopped rotating, the air seemed to have stopped flowing, people looked at me as if they were aliens, and I lay weakly on the sofa.
The person who reacted the fastest was my grandfather. He laughed loudly and burst into tears. I glared at him fiercely. The second person to react was my father. The last person to react was my mother. She looked unbelievable and said, "My baby son finally said 'I love you!' to me. I'm so happy. I want to go to the bathroom to cool down!" After that, she walked straight to the bathroom. Along the way, she staggered (either bumping into toys on the ground or hitting chairs). I guess she was too happy.
This incident often appears in my mind. It cannot be erased and unforgettable. 7. A 600-word composition on memories that cannot be erased
Memory that cannot be erased
How many bitter pebbles have been picked up by the stream of time. ——Inscription
I quietly watched my deskmate leave. I jumped up excitedly, opened my deskmate’s schoolbag, grabbed a dollar with trembling hands, and quickly put it in. Own school bag. It seemed that all I could think about was money, but I didn't realize the mistakes I had made.
After school, my classmate was anxiously looking for his money, muttering: "Wow, why did you lose your money?" This sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing me. The weakness of the heart. At the end, he cried loudly. This cry was more like a submachine gun. The burst of bullets defeated my last mental defense.
Seeing that my deskmate was about to complain to the teacher, I hurriedly pulled my deskmate over and nervously said to him, "I know who stole your money!" Suddenly, My deskmate changed from being discouraged to being radiant. He grabbed my hand nervously and asked, "Who is it?" I took a deep breath and said, "Yes...it's me!" After saying that, I lowered my head, no. Dare to look him in the eye. My deskmate opened his eyes wide in surprise, then changed his face and said viciously: "Why do you want to take my money?" I blushed and replied: "I... I was just... in a rush. I lost my mind." After saying that, tears rushed to his cheeks like floods that broke the dam. Seeing this situation, my deskmate panicked for a moment and had to say: "Forget it, let's not do this next time!" Suddenly, I burst into laughter, took his hand, and shouted: "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Thank you for giving me this opportunity to change my ways. ”
After experiencing this very guilt-ridden incident, it has become an indelible memory in my mind and made me pray for myself in my heart. , there will never be a next time, the prodigal son will never be able to exchange for gold. From then on, facing the noisy world, I can deal with it calmly; facing the vastness of life, I can find the right path. 8. Composition: Indelible Memories
Indelible Memories 1\ There must be many happy and beautiful memories on your growth path, and now they have become the treasures of your memory! Let us choose the largest and most beautiful pearl, keep it forever, and savor it slowly! I remember that time in the remedial class. According to the past, as soon as the teacher finished the homework, many students rushed to go home.
But today, as soon as the teacher finished talking about the homework, everyone was like throwing a handful of salt into the pot - the pot exploded. You must be curious! Then I will tell you that the homework assigned by the teacher today is: let you say to your parents: "I love you!" Remember, it must be affectionate and emotional! Xiaoqiang said loudly: "How can you say such a disgusting sentence?" Then one after another people protested to the teacher.
At this time, Meimei stood up and begged: "Teacher, please change your homework. You can also let us copy five essays. Please!" After he said this, the whole class spoke in unison. He screamed: "Teacher, please change your homework. You can also let us copy five essays! Please!" The teacher was so hard-hearted that he would not agree to it even if he died. I had no choice but to walk home. As I walked, I remembered today's homework.
My heart is starting to feel numb. I'm like an ant on a hot pot—I'm so anxious that I'm running around, what should I do? what to do? If I don't say anything, how can I explain it to the teacher tomorrow? If I say that, then I won’t be able to see anyone anymore. It’s really a dilemma! I originally wanted not to go home, but my legs refused to work and I went straight home.
As soon as I got home, I went to the bathroom to wash my face as usual. While washing my face, I looked at the mirror. I was so anxious that I decided to practice in front of the mirror first. Just do it, I said: "I love you."
Well, no, it's too slow. Go faster, "I love you." Well, the faster the better, let her listen I just finished it if I couldn’t hear clearly, haha, I must succeed.
Oh, by the way, do you speak Chinese or English? Speak English, short English and read quickly. OK, it’s decided, let’s study English! After a while, it was time for lunch. I looked at my mother and said to her: "Mom, you will hear something next, don't be surprised or panic."
After I was silent for two minutes, my mother A little impatient. I saw this scene and said quickly: "I love you!" Suddenly, the earth seemed to have stopped rotating, the air seemed to have stopped flowing, people looked at me as if they were aliens, and I lay weakly on the sofa.
The person who reacted the fastest was my grandfather. He laughed loudly and burst into tears. I glared at him fiercely. The second person to react was my father. The last person to react was my mother. She looked unbelievable and said, "My baby son finally said 'I love you!' to me. I'm so happy. I want to go to the bathroom to cool down!" After that, she walked straight to the bathroom. Along the way, she staggered (either bumping into toys on the ground or hitting chairs). I guess she was too happy.
This incident often appears in my mind. It cannot be erased and unforgettable.