600 words essay on cherished memories

As time goes by, the golden dreams of childhood also pass away quietly, but the scenes full of childishness have long been fixed in my memory.

When I was looking through things that day, I accidentally found a photo album that had been hidden in the cabinet for a long time. I opened it curiously, and the memories of my childhood were vividly in my mind...

Turn to the first page of the photo album. , reminded me of the interesting incident of picking strawberries with my father. When I walked to the field, I followed my father's example and rolled up my trouser legs, wearing a huge straw hat on my head and holding a plastic basin in my hand. I was "armed" all over. From now on, I will follow my father. Because I brought too many things, I am small and waddle when I walk, like a duck. My father couldn't help laughing when he saw my embarrassed appearance. He got up. He simply picked up the camera and took this photo with a bang. Now that I see it, I really want to go back to the innocent world of mine.

"Ha Haha..." I laughed heartily. This photo was taken while traveling in Zhuhai. At that time, my brother and I were chasing each other on the marble-paved square, running freely, with happiness on our faces from time to time. Smiling. Mom took the photo when we didn't expect it. When the photo was developed, I saw, hey, my brother actually flew up. It turned out that when my mother was taking pictures of us, my brother just started jumping. Every time in the future When guests come to my house, I will take out this photo to show off to them: "My brother has become a fairy!" At this time, my brother will look at me with big eyes and small eyes, making me dumbfounded.

Turn over After passing this page, what comes into view are the photos taken during the "Panyu Xiangjiang Wildlife World". Behind my brother and I is an artificially shaped tree. It opens its mouth fiercely, as if it wants to devour us. It seems like. But my brother and I are still smiling and contented...

Looking at the photos full of childishness, I seem to have returned to that carefree childhood. Although these are old times. They are old things, but they are like small shining shells, always staying on the beach of my memory. Agreed

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2011-12-8 20:14 Favorite Jackfruit | Level 2

Treasured memories---1---

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by, and in the blink of an eye, I have climbed the ladder to the age of twelve. In the past twelve years, I have left deep and shallow footprints on the road of life. I nodded and looked at the mottled footprints, showing my colorful life. Among these footprints, there is one that is the deepest and largest. It emerges in my mind and lingers...

It was a sunny afternoon. I hummed a song and jumped up and down into a swimming pool. The arcade has several water slides and a swimming pool that's almost as big as a lake. Although I couldn't swim at that time and didn't dare to go to the center of the big swimming pool, a few water slides were enough to excite me.

I entered the swimming pool, ran to the top of the water slide with ease, sat down and slid down. Enjoying the long-lost pleasure and listening to the whistling wind in your ears, it is really indescribable pleasure! After I skated dozens of times and became slippery, I walked along the circular waterway beside the "lake" and saw a gap in the waterway leading to the vast water surface of the "lake". I quickly walked toward the gap in waist-deep water. In the blink of an eye, I was standing at the edge of the gap.

I saw that the depth of the water in the swimming pool seemed to be about the same as the depth of the water in the waterway. I walked to the gap and was about to step into the "lake", and suddenly I felt that the water was getting deeper! I was shocked. Unexpectedly, I missed my footing and fell into the deep water.

I sank to the bottom of the water and came up again. I found that I was in the center of the "lake", which is the deepest water! After a few ups and downs, I got a lump in my throat. Unable to struggle, I had no choice but to let myself float in the water, with darkness in front of my eyes...

I felt like I was no longer floating, but sinking.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed me and lifted me to the shore. I felt that those few seconds of ups and downs were as long as years.

I opened my eyes. In front of me is a strange uncle. Seeing that nothing was wrong with me, he said to me with concern, "Are you okay, please be careful" and left.

It turned out that this uncle saw me struggling and swam over to save me without thinking. Throughout the twelve years that I have traveled, this incident has always been cherished deep in my memory and cannot be forgotten. Those medals and red flowers representing honor will be forgotten by me as time goes by. However, I will never forget this incident, nor will I ever forget this lifesaver whose name I do not know - it made me understand what love is and what love is the most precious.

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Treasured memories---2---

In life, There must be something like this that excites you and excites you. There must be someone who has cared about you and helped you. These people or things have left you with wonderful memories. Treasure it in your heart. Recalling these things, you will be excited again, excited again, cry again, laugh again, and gain strength. So now every time I hear about my classmates buying books and going home on weekends, I will be deeply reminded of the past...

I remember that it was when I was in the second grade of elementary school. I wanted to buy a book, so I asked Mother wants money. As soon as my mother heard that I wanted to buy a book, her face suddenly changed. But she did not scold me, but said proudly: "Okay! I will take you to buy it tomorrow." As soon as I heard this, Can the joy in my heart be described with words? The mother also smiled, but the good times didn't last long. The mother finally couldn't control her mood and showed an embarrassed look. At this time, her face was so ugly that she was simply shocked. I asked her anxiously what happened? Mother, she said that she was inexperienced in shopping and was afraid of being cheated. I believed it at the time, but now I don’t believe that my mother can’t buy anything! In fact, my family's financial situation was not good at that time. Once I paid one semester's tuition, I only had a little money to buy pig feed. How could I have so much money to buy me books or pens? But I was too young at that time, so I finally forced my mother to buy a fairy tale and a "Xinhua Dictionary". The total cost was only 20 yuan, but where did the 20 yuan come from? Is it mother's "private money"? No, our family is already poor enough. How can my mother afford "private money"?

Later, when I was in sixth grade, I learned that the money was earned by my mother by selling her best piece of clothing to her aunt. Speaking of this dress, it is not that good, but it is the best for my mother. Did you find that these are related to buying books? To be honest, we need to buy our own materials for the sixth grade entrance exam. But before I even told my mother about it, my aunt discovered it and told me about the 20 yuan reward that year. At this time, I thought about my mother’s mood when she begged for me, and how my mother was ridiculed, laughed at, and looked down upon. My eyes were moist, and I gave up the idea of ??buying a book. ...

I remember last year, I graduated from primary school. I went to junior high school in middle school, which is the school I am in now. This school is more than ten kilometers away from my home, and it takes about three hours to walk. At this time, I had no companions in our village, and I was the only one who came and went. But I didn’t I am afraid, but not lonely, because my mother often comes to pick me up and drop me off on the way. When she picks me up, she always goes outside the village to wait for me. Every week, she will wait for me at the same place. I always come to her panting. He gave me a face that was anxious but happy at the same time, and he never smiled. But this time it was different. When I came to the place where we were treated, I didn't see my mother. Now I was anxious. I was worried that something would happen to my mother or something would happen to my family. I was so scared and not used to it. My face suddenly changed. I didn't know whether to leave or wait for my mother here. Just when I couldn't make up my mind, I suddenly heard someone calling me. When I heard it carefully, it was my mother's voice. At this time, I felt even more sad and happy. The worries and worries I had before were all gone, and I just felt a clear joy. My mother came to me quickly. Her face was full of "apology" and tears were about to flow out. When she came to me, she just said to me that I have kept you waiting for a long time. Something happened today that took up some time..."

There are so many past events about my mother and I. There are always some things. As time goes by, I and my mother gradually fade away, but some things are always cherished in my memory and can never be forgotten!

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Treasured memories---3---

I am an ordinary middle school student.

But when I open up the memories of the past and think of them - the people who cared about and helped me grow up, I feel that I am a lucky person among ordinary people. This deep feeling comes from my childhood memories of "listening to my mother telling stories", and more It's my own personal experience. Whenever others praise me for being smart, healthy and lively, my mother always expresses pride and gratification. I understand the care and treasure that my mother put into raising me. For their babies - I have a good fetal and rearing environment, and my father cooks delicious meals for my mother to eat. Dad also tries his best to make mom happy and in a good mood every day. Now that I can have the title of "Sunshine Girl", I really owe it to my parents for their prenatal education. Whenever others compliment me on the spirituality of my hands flying on the keys, I thank Dr. Zhu from the bottom of my heart. When I was five years old, because I was greedy for eggs, I put my young hands into boiling water and burned them. In order for me to have no scars on my hands in the future and to have a pair of beautiful hands unique to girls, Dr. Zhu did not care about my mother's sobbing and grandma's distress, and concentrated on operating on me, helping me peel off the scalded skin bit by bit. This will allow new skin to grow back flatly. When I cried out in pain, Dr. Zhu patiently advised me: "Child, be brave." Now think about it, if it weren't for Dr. Zhu's careful treatment, where would I have the dexterous and white hands I have today? Dr. Zhu, thank you so much! Whenever the teacher praises me in class for my responsibility and willingness to help others, I think of my nanny, Aunt Liu. I remember when I was six years old, I climbed up to the high cabinet to get toys. My feet were unsteady and my head was facing I fell down, and Aunt Liu rushed up and supported me with both hands. She held me in her arms and kept saying, "Don't be afraid, Auntie is here." She was deeply afraid of hurting me, and she herself But he broke his little finger. Aunt Liu, you are doing well in your hometown, I miss you so much! When I was nine years old, I was traveling to Qingdao with my mother. I got separated. I was so scared that I cried alone on the street. At this time, a kind uncle helped me search in hotels and even went to the radio station to search for her. Phew, I finally found my mother. Today, I can have my home, my parents, and I really have to thank that unknown uncle in Qingdao. This scene constitutes an ordinary me, a complete me, and a lucky me. I am often moved when I think of these, and I truly realize: My life does not only belong to myself, and I live not only for myself, because There are so many people I know and don't know caring about and supporting me every step of the way I grow up. I want to be kind to myself, cherish myself, and use my life's hard work to repay the people who care about me in the past, present and future. At this moment, I silently wish them in my heart: good people have a safe life!

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Treasured memories---4---

In the galaxy of memories There is a star as hot and warm as the sun. It was she who made me understand my mother

When I was a child, I loved my mother the most. She sent me to kindergarten every day; she smiled and put me to bed every day. Sleep; she calls my baby name tenderly every day... She is the cradle of my childhood, the object of my spoiled love, and my gentle haven all the time.

But as I grew older, I became tired of my mother’s nagging, and even ignored it...

It was a weekend evening, and I was walking with my partner. Go play football and laze home until nightfall. As soon as I got home, my mother launched a barrage of complaints at me: "Oh, there must be a limit to playing football! Look, what time is it now, and the food is cold. It really worries me. "Yes -" "Also, are you finished? You make a lot of noise as soon as you get home. It's so annoying!" I said angrily to my mother. This may be the reason why I lost the game, and I really wanted to vent my emotions. "You..." Mom was so angry that she couldn't speak. She blushed and said one word at a time: "Okay, you, you want to rebel?! Come and have a good meal!" I, who was in a bad mood, became even more angry after hearing this, "You told me to eat? I I won’t eat it! Humph!” After saying that, he turned around and walked straight back to the house. The door was locked with a "click". I let my mother scold and coax me outside the room, but I didn't care at all. I thought proudly in my heart: "Humph, who told you to scold me as soon as you enter the house? I won't come out. Let's see how you do!" Just when I succeeded! , my mother only left this sentence: "Forget it if you don't eat, it's none of my business if you're hungry!" The room became quiet. My mood gradually calmed down, and I wondered whether it was my fault or my mother's fault. As I thought about it, I found that I was tired and hungry. Forget it, I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll just sleep until dawn. I lay heavily on the bed, covering my head with a quilt, but I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Why? I always think about my mother. I wonder if she has eaten? Is she still angry with me? Did I go too far...

I don’t know when, I fell asleep in a daze, and I had a dream: Mom was playing with me, she smiled at me, and I smiled at her. ...Suddenly, she asked me: "Do you want an umbrella? Mom will get it for you." But I refused, thinking how could it rain on such a sunny day. Mom just smiled faintly and left.

"Unexpectedly, at this moment, the sky suddenly turned dark, and I immediately felt panicked and uneasy. I ran in the direction my mother left and shouted: "Mom, don't leave me alone, don't leave me, don't..." As if my mother didn't hear her, she slowly and faintly disappeared into the sky, leaving me running desperately in the haze...

"Mom——" I woke up almost crying. When I came over, I found that I was covered in cold sweat: It turned out to be just a dream! When I calmed down, I realized that the surroundings were completely dark, and my stomach was almost on my back. I had no choice but to go out to the kitchen to find something to eat. So, I tiptoed out of the room. , gently turned on the light in the dining room, and saw the most touching scene in my life: my mother actually fell asleep at the dining table, and she fell asleep because she was tired from waiting for me! The bowl of rice beside her had already frozen! There were only traces of a few bites left on it, but when I looked at the large table of dishes on the table, I was surprised to find that there was still a trace of warmth in the food that should have been cold. In the middle of the night, my mother was still thinking that her son would come out to eat, and she was still heating up the stove to warm the dishes. She was afraid that if the dishes were cold, something would happen to her son... Tears came to his eyes again, only regretful, but more moved... In the haze, I unintentionally noticed that there were traces of time on my mother's face. Before, I naively thought that my mother would always be young and beautiful, and would always take care of me... I quietly took out a coat and put it on my mother. I touched her hand gently - at that moment, I understood my mother, her love, and how difficult it is to love her son.

I remember someone said Pass——

A mother is like an umbrella,

In the cold rain curtain,

holds a piece of warmth for her son;

Mother Like an umbrella,

brings a bit of coolness to my son in the scorching sun.

Oh, mother! You have brought miracles to your son’s life,

Ordinary, selfless, and great!

My son will always respect you,

I love you!

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2011-12-8 20:53 Zhang Chunfei's username|Level 2

Collection - this sweetness

Life is often It's trivial, sometimes even like a bowl of Chinese medicine, but if you finish the bowl of Chinese medicine, you will find that there is sweet beauty behind the bitterness.

I remember it was a summer vacation, and I was very ambitious. I took a half-baked music score and wanted to play it on the flute. However, as soon as I played a sentence, I realized that I was wrong: the hoarse voice and intermittent sentences were like squeezing out a toothpaste that was about to run out. . Oh my God! I have been playing the flute for a year, but I can’t understand the pain of playing it so well! When the musical world in my heart was so horribly destroyed, my anger was often uncontrollable: I started banging the table and chairs with my flute, drawing back and forth on the score, and stayed in a daze and sulked over the score all afternoon. At this time, a thought always flashed through my mind: Forget it, give up! However, whenever I think of the wonderful music that surges like a spiritual spring, I force myself to pick up the flute again and again, and face that boring and monotonous piece of music again.

In this way, I persisted. After countless exercises and corrections, the whole piece gradually became smoother. Towards the end of the holiday, I finally learned this piece. I listened to my own work with the joy that only a successful person can have: the ups and downs of the voice, the ups and downs of emotions, the beating notes leaped out from my fingertips, and I was deeply intoxicated by myself. I am very fortunate that I did not give up during the most difficult learning process. I once again realized the beauty and beauty of music and the joy it brought me.

In fact, isn’t life like this? How can you have those sweet and perfect things if you don’t have to be strong to overcome difficulties? How can you feel the joy of success if you are not weathered? This piece of music brings me not only the happiness of the music itself, but also the sweetness of success after the very unbearable pain. Isn't this also a part of the beauty that comes from hardships and joys in ordinary and trivial life?

I want to treasure this sweetness so that I can become more courageous with every setback in my future life! ! ! Agree

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2011-12-11 13:19 1015211839 | Level 2

The treasure in my heart

"Yes You know, some things and some people stay on the day they happened and refuse to leave. "Open the album of memories, the treasures in your heart, the happy moments.

Dance of the Wind

I like the wind, its free and unrestrained feeling, it feels so good to ride in the wind. Of course, I long for the dawn breeze and the waning moon on the bank of willows; I favor the beautiful scenery of "wild catkins dancing with the wind"; I long for the spectacular scene of "the strong wind blows and the flying clouds"; I love the boldness of "the roaring sword of the west wind trying to keep the spring in place". My favorite Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo": "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes beat the horse easily.

Who is afraid, he can live his whole life under a coop of mist and rain..." Although Su Shi "lived in ups and downs", but "looking back at the desolate place", he could lament that "there was neither wind or rain nor sunshine". How can he live his life under a coop of mist and rain? How many people are so open-minded in the world?

I am a grain of sand, and I know I am insignificant, but I treasure this song "Ding Feng Bo" in my heart and dance with the wind freely. , what about you

Traces of the Sky

"There are no traces of wings in the sky, but I flew over. "I like this sentence very much, and I like this attitude of "how many times can we fight in life, if we don't fight now, when will we fight?"

Each of us is a dot in the vast world, insignificant. . I don’t want to be famous in history and shine through the ages. I don’t want to be immortal and famous forever. I am a shooting star, leaving my momentary beauty in the sky; I am a bouquet of fireworks, leaving my short-term splendor in the night sky; I am a little bird. Although my wings are not full, I have the courage to fight in the sky. Drawing a perfect arc in the sky is my long-cherished wish. Even if the mark in the sky does not belong to me, I will. I will keep this sentence deep in my heart until I grow old.

The End of the Cloud

I like to climb the ladder of literature and wander in the vast sea of ??books. It is a kind of enjoyment. . My favorite novel is "Thatched Cottage". The content is very simple, and it talks about the life of rural children. But from it, I see the beauty of human nature, the purest and truest love, the kindest and most simple. The romantic atmosphere between the lines infected me and touched the deepest chord in my heart, which is called human nature. But I have to face today's bizarre and luxurious city. Perhaps the softest place in people's hearts is. That's the end of the cloud. That's where the love of this book ends.

Cang Zhitao

I like to listen to music and find my soul in music. The song "Stars and Clear": "Holding hands, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, looking at the sky, watching the stars one, two, three and four connected in a line..." Looking up at the sky, it is quiet, clear and starry.

If you listen carefully, you will hear the sound of Cang Zhidao. It has the majestic force of the waves of the sea and the gentleness of "clear spring rocks flowing up". Cang Zhidao is the sound of the sky, the true meaning of music, and the sound of our souls. In the deepest part. Make a wish, tell yourself, and keep it in your heart together with the faint "Xingqing" for eternity...

A word, a sentence, a book, a song, it's very simple. But the treasure in my heart is the accumulation of time, the crystallization of emotion, and the sublimation of happiness

The treasure in my heart

I love money, and there is a drawer under my bed , most of them are small toys, and there is also a cardboard box wrapped tightly with newspapers, which contains a few hundred yuan of my savings. In this small stack of paper, there is a small red envelope, which is all made by hand. , there is also a square piece of paper with a few drops of water in it. Whenever I happily count my savings one by one, the outdated and worn red paper can bring back my memories...

My wife lived in Railway Temple (a few years later, I don’t know if these words were written correctly). In my impression, it was a dilapidated and sleepy village with an occasional chicken. I swayed on the stone steps, looking for something. Whenever a vehicle passed by, the several meters high loess was as thick as a thick fog, making people breathless. But every time I did, I didn't like to go back. When I go back, there is someone who prepares my favorite fruits for me, such as pears and oranges, and this person is my wife.

Every time she came to my wife's bedside, she would happily take out a small package wrapped in a towel from under the pillow, open it, and find those "gifts". When she gave it to me, she added: "I picked this up for my baby! It's been there for more than a month." Maybe when I was young, I only felt joy and no gratitude, but whenever I think about it now, I can understand It was a kind of love to be there and it warmed my heart.

No one ever told me why my wife was lying in bed, and I never asked. It wasn’t until one day when I attended my wife’s sad funeral that I realized that I could no longer see She was gone, and she could no longer see those wrinkled hands handing me red tangerines. But I didn't shed a tear at that time...

Alas, there is one less person who loves me so much!

A few years later, my mother gave me the red envelope and said that My wife made it for me a year before she passed away. It had not yet been opened. I tore it open carefully and found five ten-yuan notes inside. There was also written on the outside of the piece of paper: "Jiajia, I wish you good health and academic progress." I clutched this somewhat damaged paper package, and tears quickly flowed down and dripped on it. The scene from six years ago flashed through my eyes again: loess, skinny chicken, bungalow, bed, and wife, but her face was too blurry, and I tried to see clearly, but couldn't.

Her love surrounded me tightly, which made me even more sad...

Another three or four years later, I became a junior high school student, and these things, this piece of paper, I have always regarded as It is the most precious treasure in my heart!

Choose me! ! ! Agree

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2012-2-29 17:25 gc1060555794 | Level 1

As time goes by, the golden dream of childhood also quietly It has passed away, but the scenes full of childishness have long been fixed in my memory.

Turn to the first page of the photo album. , reminded me of the interesting incident of picking strawberries with my father. When I walked to the field, I followed my father's example and rolled up my trouser legs, wore a huge straw hat on my head, and held a plastic basin in my hand. I was "armed" all over. From now on, I will follow my father. Because I brought too many things, I am small and waddle when I walk, like a duck. My father couldn't help laughing when he saw my embarrassed appearance. He got up. He simply picked up the camera and took this photo with a bang. Now that I see it, I really want to go back to the innocent world of mine.

Looking at the photos full of childishness, I seem to have returned to that carefree childhood. Although these are old times. They are old things, but they are like shining little shells, always staying on the beach of my memory. Agree

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2012-3-3 16:34 Enthusiastic netizens

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2012-3-8 22:06 Enthusiastic netizens

Follow As time goes by, the golden dreams of childhood also pass away quietly, but the scenes full of childishness have long been fixed in my memory.

Turn to the first page of the photo album. , reminded me of the interesting incident of picking strawberries with my father. When I walked to the field, I followed my father's example and rolled up my trouser legs, wore a huge straw hat on my head, and held a plastic basin in my hand. I was "armed" all over. From then on, I followed my father. Because I brought too many things, I was small and swayed when I walked, like a duck. My father couldn't help but laugh when he saw my embarrassment. He got up. He simply picked up the camera and took this photo with a bang. Now that I see it, I really want to go back to the innocent world of mine.

"Ha Haha..." I laughed heartily. This photo was taken while visiting Zhuhai. At that time, my brother and I were chasing each other on the marble-paved square, running freely, with happiness showing on our faces from time to time. Smiling. Mom took the photo when we didn't expect it. When the photo was developed, I saw, hey, my brother actually flew up. It turned out that when my mother was taking pictures of us, my brother just started jumping. Every time in the future When guests come to my house, I will take out this photo and show them off: "My brother has become a fairy!" At this time, my brother will look at me with big eyes and small eyes, making me dumbfounded.

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2012-3-19 20:13 Shura God and Poseidon | Level 2

As time goes by, the golden dreams of childhood also pass away quietly, but the scenes full of childishness have long been fixed in my memory.

"Ha Haha..." I laughed heartily. This photo was taken while visiting Zhuhai. At that time, my brother and I were chasing each other on the marble-paved square, running freely, with happiness showing on our faces from time to time. Smiling. Mom took the photo when we didn't expect it. When the photo was developed, I saw, hey, my brother actually flew up. It turned out that when my mother was taking pictures of us, my brother just started jumping. Every time in the future When guests come to my house, I will take out this photo to show off to them: "My brother has become a fairy!" At this time, my brother will look at me with big eyes and small eyes, making me dumbfounded.

Looking at the photos full of childishness, I seem to have returned to that carefree childhood. Although these are old times. Things are old, but they are like small shining shells, always staying on the beach of my memory. Agree

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