In those shining days, 1 has a long time, like a long river, rolling eastward. On the road of life, I stopped and stared back. It turned out that for a while, it has been shining in my life.
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It's winter again, and the fallen leaves outside the window have fallen many times, standing at the window, watching these dancing elves, doing something and people, like a flood.
On a beautiful day, it is full. Every morning, the sound of our reading flies around the school, causing the lamb family on the lawn to look up and listen carefully. In every class, our beloved teacher takes us to swim in the ocean of knowledge, appreciate the charm of ancient poetry, study the rigor of mathematics and experience the cultural atmosphere of foreign countries ... During the break, we discussed happily and laughed for a long time. At that time, we were confident that "one day, I will sail and sail across the deep sea"; There is a patriotic childlike innocence of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later"; Have the lofty ambition of "Yan knows the ambition of a swan"; There is a kind of joy that "once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all other mountains look short under the sky." . At that time, I was a fragile child, and my teacher guided my helpless soul like a bright lamp, and taught me to urge me to be a strong man in life. Because the joy of victory belongs only to the strong in life, I have been practicing my teacher's teaching and trying to make myself braver and stronger along the way. I am deeply grateful to the teacher who gave me lectures in junior high school for three years. There are many places in the ends of the earth, only the teacher's kindness is endless.
Shangmei's life is very happy. I have a group of energetic friends around me, and friendship keeps our dreams together. When we succeed, we cheer together, laugh together, share every joy and play the music in our hearts with happy notes. When we fail, we will not be depressed or discouraged. I still remember that when my friend handed me a note full of comfort from the other end of the corridor, I was speechless with that feeling, which is still fresh in my memory. I am deeply grateful to my friends who grew up with me in junior high school for three years. Your comfort and encouragement, like the spring breeze in March, are warm and pleasant. Your tolerance and concern make me no longer feel lonely. Maybe friendship is like a train. When we stopped, we got off the bus, waved and went our separate ways, but please believe that we were not separated, but time was stranded and we would meet again one day.
Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn, the full moon is painting, and the lack of the moon is poetry. Junior high school life in the silent years has decorated a picture of my life and filled my life with joy and enrichment. I have always liked the saying, "If we are all children, we can sit together in the same place in time, slowly lowering our heads and listening to the story of never getting old." But time always sneaks away, and we just keep greeting time. The past may not come back, but we have stories that never grow old, and beautiful stories are gifts of time. On the occasion of the 0/0 anniversary of the founding of my alma mater, I also give this gift to its creator, Gaogang Experimental School, wishing my alma mater more brilliant tomorrow!
Those shining days composition 2 "Grandma, I want that!" " ""ok, grandma will buy it for you. "An old woman holding a little girl's hand by the roadside. How are your grandparents who are far away from home?
My parents didn't have time to take care of me when I was a child. I grew up in my hometown. My grandparents' yard is not big, but it has always been a "paradise" in my memory, where I have too many memories. ...
A big cupboard in the kitchen.
When I was a child, I was short and thin, just like a "thin monkey". Grandma always thinks that I am greedy and don't want to eat too many snacks, which is why I am so thin. So she repeatedly told me that if I ate snacks again, she would hit me. But every time she goes out, she always brings a big bag of colorful snacks back and puts them in a big, tall red lacquer wood cabinet in the kitchen. I remember that once there were guests at home, and my grandparents chatted with them in the living room. As for me, I quietly opened the door of the wooden cabinet. There are all kinds of snacks in the cupboard, many of which can't even be named. I can't wait to go into the cupboard, close the door and open the snacks. I ate this and grabbed it, like a big mouse falling into the granary. I don't know how long it took, but grandma found me missing and looked for me everywhere in the yard in a hurry. I heard my grandmother calling my name, so I simply stopped eating and hid in the cupboard, thinking that I was so powerful that you would never find me. Maybe I was so proud that I accidentally kicked down a big bottle of drinks. Grandma followed the voice and opened the cupboard door, and she saw that I was pregnant, and snacks were everywhere on my hands and mouth. I couldn't help laughing: "whose big mouse is this, who has come to steal my food!" " I couldn't help laughing.
The big banyan tree at the gate of the yard
There is a big banyan tree in front of my house, which has grown for decades. Its long branches and lush leaves are like a big green umbrella. Every summer night, grandpa always likes to move out a squeaky old rattan chair and lie under a big green umbrella to enjoy the cool. I will also move out a small wooden chair and sit next to my grandfather, holding a big cattail fan to drive away mosquitoes for him: "Grandpa, grandpa, tell me a story." Grandpa doesn't have much culture, but the story in his stomach seems endless. "Good, good. Once upon a time, there was a stingy rich man who hired many long-term workers but didn't pay them ... "
The story tells that leaves rustle and time flies. ...
Now I have grown up and left my hometown. But in my spare time, I still think: did grandma buy a lot of snacks and put them in the cupboard? Who is the story of the rich and the long-term workers told by Grandpa? I will also think of those shining days in the past.