The treasure in my heart
Childhood memories, like a thin thread, ripple in my mind. Memories, interweave every thin thread together, weave fragmented memories together, and remind me of my childhood nostalgia. Beautiful childhood, carefree childhood. The memory of it, like a priceless treasure, will always be hidden in my heart.
My childhood was a wonderful time spent with my grandparents in the Green Book. Yes, I was still in kindergarten. I always get up early when I go to school every day. Grandpa's big hand always holds my little hand and walks along the tree-lined road together. The branches danced in the breeze, and the leaves played with each other, making a rustling sound. I always hum nursery rhymes with that intoxicating voice. There are always uncles greeting me along the way. I will answer them "hi" in that nonstandard English, and then laugh with them. The air around me is full of joy. Accompanied by school, there is always a period of time before class, and grandpa will always accompany me to swing on my favorite swing. There is a board hanging on two ropes. I sat on it and shook it, and grandpa pushed it behind. I shouted "push, push" while swinging. I was scared when I was tall, and I shouted "Easy, Easy". Grandpa always cooperates with my "command" and "mission". Sometimes, grandpa won't react, which makes me very scared. He swung me higher, so I jumped down and let the empty swing sweep at grandpa as punishment. He always hurried away, then patted my cerebellar melon seeds and said, "You child, you are really not sensible!" " Then he smiled and touched my head, and I smiled.
Every Saturday and Sunday. That's my happiest time, because grandpa will take me to the park to play! Our home is close to the largest Castle Peak Park, and grandpa will take me there whenever he is free. Looking east and west and jumping left along the way, I soon left my grandfather far away. Then I saw him holding my hand panting for fear that I would lose it. And I curled my lips and pretended to be angry. Grandpa will touch my head and tell me that the road is dangerous and let me go to the park to play. I nodded my head as soon as I saw that the plan was successful. When he let go again, I didn't know what to do. But he will still chase ... that's it, there will always be fights along the way. When I arrive at the park, it will be my world! Let me go to the park to play, and he will stop chasing. Sometimes when I see grasshoppers jumping around in the grass, I always want to catch them and play. Standing there motionless, then suddenly jumped and jumped over. However, before I landed, some grasshoppers flew away like eyes on the back of my head. Seeing this, I had to go to grandpa in despair. He has a way to catch these little things! I saw him approaching slowly and waited for almost half a meter. At this time, the wrinkled hand, like lightning, grabbed at the top of the grasshopper, not on the leaves it stayed on. But those little things will always fly between grandpa's two fingers, and the wings have been firmly grasped! Then grandpa put it in a cigarette case for me to play with, and I went to play again. ...
In spring, the park is more fun! When I went with grandpa, I stopped playing, holding a glass jar in my hand, and just wanted to get there quickly. When we got there, we went straight up the mountain and came to a platform made of stone with many small grooves on it. After the light rain, it turned into a small stall full of water. Grandpa and I took off our shoes to catch tadpoles! I can always catch a full can. Sometimes it doesn't rain for a few days. If you want tadpoles, you can go to a small lake. The water was deep there, and grandpa wouldn't let me follow him, so I had to follow him. But tadpoles there are also fun! Instead of swimming to the middle of the lake, it is always crowded on the shore, so it is easy to be caught. Grandpa's big hand reaches into the water, that is, two or three tadpoles are in his hand! Sometimes I can meet one or two uncles fishing there, and I will clamor for fish again! Grandpa will talk to them, and then he will always help me get some small fish, and I will jump for joy! I can always return home with a full load and put it on the table. I can see them all afternoon at a glance, and I won't be too tired. Sometimes I cry when I see which big tadpole will eat small tadpoles, and then my grandfather will come to comfort me and say that those small tadpoles provoked the big tadpoles first, and then tell me not to imitate them, and I will be quiet. In this way, day after day, watching them grow legs and turn into little frogs. However, it is often a dozen people who end up as frogs in a bottle. Then sometimes I just take it out and jump, and sometimes I just pour it out, scaring my grandmother. But when I played with the little frog, it never lasted more than two days. My grandfather took it over and let it go, saying that the frog was a beneficial insect and wanted to go out to eat mosquitoes. I also clumsily "Oh", but I am still unwilling.
My childhood was like this. Every day is a happy time. Childhood memories, like treasures, are hidden in my heart. Whenever I encounter setbacks, I take them out of my heart, and I think of carefree times, as if I were smaller and with my grandfather again! All the antipathy is fleeting, and I am happy again.
This is the treasure in my heart!
Test analysis: This is a propositional composition with materials, and the topic must be "Treasure in My Heart". For propositional compositions with materials, we can dig out what we need according to the materials. You can also express what you want to express directly with the theme of "the treasure in my heart". First of all, "the treasure in my heart" focuses on "treasure". This "treasure" can be concluded from the materials that "there are too many people, things or feelings that we can't bear, leave, put down or throw away, which are all our treasures". This "treasure" can be things, feelings or other things, as long as it can make us reluctant to part. Therefore, it can be conceived as: affection, friendship, teacher-student relationship, love of national conditions, commodities, virtues and so on. It can be written as narrative or argumentative. But it is best to write a narrative, which will be more suitable for candidates. Combining narrative and lyrical expression, I believe it can be a masterpiece with specific personality.