Ask the composition to write an article of about 600 words on the topic of "memory"

memory

When dusk leaves with loneliness, the night wraps every restless heart with thoughts and coolness. Just like floating in the sky, without a fulcrum, the sense of security stored in your hand is gone and gone with the wind. ?

Recall my vague childhood, when the blue sky, free air and warm wind mixed with the fragrance of straw. I thought of the litchi orchard that occupied most of my happy childhood, and I thought of eating what I thought was the best thing in the world (ice cream). The scene of catching grasshoppers, playing marbles and playing hide-and-seek with children is vivid and clear as yesterday. ?

Nightmare, wake up. The deep well, the river and the pool of water that almost took my soul have appeared in my nightmares many times. I still feel terrible when I think about it now. ?

I miss my grandfather the most, although I was very young at that time, and I don't even remember his face. Only some fragments are still in my mind and I will never forget them. ?

I remember once, my grandfather was sitting under the tree at the door enjoying the cool, and my mother cooked sweet potatoes. I picked up a sweet potato and ran to ask my grandfather for it. Grandpa kindly touched my head and said, "Mei Yun is so good, but if Grandpa doesn't eat, let Mei Yun eat." Looking at me so sensible, my grandfather cried, and I also cried. Now every time I think of this photo, I always burst into tears. ?

Grandpa's kindness to me was mostly told by my family later. Grandpa loves me more than anyone else and always wants to give me the best, but the fate of our grandson is too short. Every time I go back to my hometown, I always feel that my grandfather has been sitting on the stone bench at the door and has never left. ?

Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, I will always be there. In order to see my grandfather and his lonely grave, I will put that picture on my pillow to sleep. I hope grandpa will find me in his dream and love me as he did when he was a child.

It was an affectionate April, and the vague memory was clear. Those sorrows and joys, those sorrows and fears were magnified in the pupils, and tears streamed down her face. ?