The past is like a dream, and the fragrance is overflowing. Childhood is a sweet music, and I live with it happily. Childhood is beautiful, brilliant, carefree and free. Everyone had it in childhood. I can't forget the beauty of my childhood. I think childhood is the best and happiest time in my life. I had no troubles in my childhood. I was happy at any time in my childhood. Childhood is unforgettable. Now I want to savor my childhood, but childhood is gone forever like a stream.
The blooming season of peony flowers began the story of my life. From that day on, I lived in the warm spring of my motherland, in the eyes of my elders and in the cradle of my parents' care. Happiness, happiness and freedom have become the unchanging music of my childhood: when I was a child, I liked to lie on the hard grass that had just been unearthed, look at the blue sky and count the strange clouds floating in the sky. I prefer to lie in my mother's warm arms and have a colorful dream-and I always naively think that every day must be like this, happy and carefree.
The road of life is not as simple as I thought when I was a child. On the road of life, I have to go through many hardships and efforts to leave a beautiful figure on the road of life. When I was a child, there was no competition and no worries, but now we are growing up slowly, and we are among the best in every exam. If we don't study for a while, and someone overtakes you and works hard, then you will fall behind. Only by making more efforts and efforts than others can we become the best among our peers. Childhood doesn't need such tired competition every day, we can be carefree, free and happy. My childhood is the most unforgettable, and my childhood is my best time.
I am a girl, I know how to cherish the past, I can appreciate the ups and downs of life, and I am more keen on chasing the glory of the sun. Childhood passed by in a hurry, but I will never forget the beauty of my childhood.
There are many past events on the road to growth, which accompany me to grow up and encourage and spur me.
Look at your childhood with a schoolbag, and you will feel extremely happy. These interesting things are presented one after another on the road of our growth. There were many interesting stories when I was a child, and this one is the one I remember the most.
An eight-year-old girl doesn't know what love is. I am eight years old, and I just want to delete the first grade. Seeing other children carrying schoolbags, I began to feel sleepy. Why don't I have a schoolbag?
One rainy day, I stood on tiptoe, raised my head and pursed my lips to ask my mother, mother, other children have schoolbags, why don't I? Buy it for me quickly. Mom smiled and said, son, our family's economy is really difficult Will mom make you one? I was so angry that I broke plates and bowls.
It was under such circumstances that my father slapped me. And gave me a good scolding. Although my parents stopped me, I ran out. I was in tears all by myself. I don't know whether it is rain or tears on my face, but my mouth is astringent.
I will go to school tomorrow morning, and my eyes are swollen like fish eyes. I can't help it, but I still have to use a large bag of books. Back at school, the students burst into sarcasm and ridicule. What about me? I can't wait to find a hole to get into.
When I got home at night, I didn't see my mother, but my father was still watching TV. I took my homework out of my convenient bag in frustration. Cheep-the door rang, and when I looked back, it was my mother, soaked to the skin. Put your hands behind your back and walk towards me. Kindly said: Sister (my real name), look what this is. After that, I received a pink schoolbag with a bow. I froze, and tears flowed out unconsciously. She said to her mother with trembling lips: mom, I'm sorry, I love you.
The joys of childhood are like beads of beads, countless. Cherish the present and hurry up.
You are growing up day by day, looking back on the road you have traveled, and what is deposited in the depths of your memory is those past events. A reminder from my mother, a smile from my teacher, a setback in my life and a feeling in my study; A cloud on the horizon; A glimmer of light ... recalling the past will touch life and make life wonderful. ...
The past is integrated into life.
There are many things in my memory that have penetrated into my life. These things, both joyful and sad, have enriched life and added beauty to the long road of life.
I remember when I was a child, every time I came out from home and went to kindergarten, nursery and primary school, my mother always shouted at the door, "Come back early, and be careful on the road ..." I often went to the stairs, and I could vaguely hear my mother's words. At first, I was confused. These things are always mentioned at home and at school. Why does my mother repeat these words every day?
A few times, my mother was not at home, and she couldn't hear her familiar voice or the sound of washing Haloxylon ammodendron in the kitchen, but she was not used to it.
My mother's words have been integrated into my life, and this past event moved me. This is my mother's love.
Every time I come home from school, I will see the wonderful scene of the sunset. There are various shapes floating under the dark blue sky, the colors are like ripples in the deep sea, and the farthest is the sun. After a hard day's work, I scattered a layer of blush, as if infected with the surrounding clouds, making myself bright and charming. So this group became a beautiful picture, and occasionally a group of birds joined it, which was more poetic. Looking at such beautiful scenery, you will feel that even life is beautiful!
The faint cloud has also become a thing of the past, melting into my life and dreams. It also makes life more exciting and brings beautiful enjoyment.
The past always comes to my eyes, because they have been dissolved into my life, and their existence is indispensable in my life!
Writing 4 "Let the past go with the wind, everything goes with the wind, everything goes with the wind, and your heart moves with you ..."
This song "The Past of blowing in the wind" awakened many memories that I slept in my heart!
If the past will never rot, there will be many objections. Indeed, it is impossible for the past not to be decadent, but for me, the charm of past memories is really not decadent.
There is a group of people, and I am proud of them; There is a classroom, and I am proud of it. Those people are my classmates in July 8th, and that classroom is my July 8th, my sunflower!
For the second day of junior high school, I have too many unknown memories, and he gave me too many rich and rich memories. I can't forget the honor of the first cooperation in the queue formation competition; Never forget the humorous style; Class teacher's; I can't forget the fairness and justice of the monitor Tian Da; I can't forget the classic quotations of the Chinese teacher; I can't forget the childish behavior of the English teacher when we played pranks together. I can't forget the geography teacher's unique dialect ... I can't forget too many things, and the beautiful second day has filled my heart.
When I entered the second grade and that class, I had a few more "brothers" and "sisters" around me inexplicably. We are not related by blood, but our friendship is wider than the sky, higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea!
Some people say that youth is used to remember. Yes, everything in the world contains the truth that "we don't know how to cherish until we lose it". The second day passed, and the third day is coming. Everyone has a feeling of missing each other when they enter the new class. Now, the third grade is about to disappear, just merging, but separating.
Youth is more and more gorgeous in nostalgia. Today's separation is to get together better tomorrow.
Today, I am proud of Class 78, and tomorrow, Class 78 will be proud of me.
Miss the past, reminisce about the past. The past is immortal, and the memories are immortal!
What used to be beautiful has now become a passer-by in time, a coffin and a fragrant tea, reminding people of the passage of time. How hesitant are they?
If I become a "million cardinals in court" that day, can I choose to recall? That year, the prediction that "the kingdom of Wu prospered and Li prospered" had already passed, and your trust as yourself also drifted away with the wind. How many times did I give you advice when I was in the last position that year? I didn't see you refuse to give advice to the court, but I can see that you are sincere. I don't like the question "Whose is the world?". If I can, I would rather go back to the past, take my children with me every day, look down on this beautiful country together, help each other and trust each other, so as to comfort myself with the pain of "a cup of soil is wet and six feet are lonely".
If I become a clear picture of "life is a hero and death is a hero", can I choose to remember it? The joy of "wandering in the depths of the lotus" is long gone. You are so talented and floating in the wind. When I was drinking poetry that year, I held up the lamp and enjoyed the painting countless times. I've never seen you write poetry at your desk for three days and nights, but I can see that you are sincere. I don't like the helplessness of being green, fat, red and thin. If I can, I'd rather go back to the past, write poems every day, turn on the lights and enjoy paintings, collect those epigraphy works together, and test each other's knowledge, so as to comfort my lovesickness, that is, "I don't know how to be ecstatic, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."
If I become Daiyu, who is a "half-rolled curtain and half-covered door, grinding ice into soil and making jade into a basin", can I choose memories? The silly saying that "Today's Nong buries flowers makes people laugh" is long gone, and your tender feelings and infatuation are already in blowing in the wind. When I read The West Chamber that year, I quarreled in anger many times. I never saw you accidentally spit out your true feelings to xiren, but you were sincere. I don't like the sadness that "flowers are flying all over the sky". If I can, I would rather go back to the past, read poetry books and sing poems every day, bury those fallen flowers together, and try to write lyrics for each other, so as to comfort my sad mood of "no sad songs for me, flowers fall and people die".
Those past youth years, when the great youth has passed away, can not turn back. The past is unbearable, but there are only memories, only memories. ...
The past is like fallen leaves, some go with the wind, some fall on the ground, and some are treasured by me forever. Now that I think about it, the past of those years can't help but remind people.
When I was a child, my parents were busy with work, so I was sent back to my grandmother's house. As soon as I entered the yard, I saw a neat corn house with a small barn next to it. Under the barn, there is a lovely pig tied. It's really funny, but the big dog at the door is much more fierce than it.
When I entered the house, my grandmother held me in her arms like a baby, afraid of bumping into me, and specifically told me: "Grandson, don't go to the backyard, don't let the dog bite you, just play in the house, and grandma will make you something to eat." Say that finish, grandparents went to the kitchen to cook.
And I, who have always been stubborn, how can I be obedient? I will do what I am not allowed to do! Besides, that little pig is so cute, and the dog is a little fierce, but it is tied to the door and can't bite me! Thinking of this, I opened the door carefully and saw the pig sleeping and a group of chickens leisurely foraging nearby. At this time, I suddenly found that the pig's face was too dirty, so I crept back to the house and fetched a pot of water. When I came to the pig, the chicken saw me and ran away in a hurry. I dipped the rag in some water, and just about to wipe it, the pig stood up and scared me to run away. The lovely pig became very angry. Just when I was extremely nervous, the pig broke free from the rope and chased me, and I ran away.
Although I have grown up now, I can't help laughing every time I think of this past.
The past is like smoke, drifting farther and farther into the blue sky with the wind; The past is like wine, the older it gets, the more fragrant it becomes, and it is hidden in your heart. The past is like a small stone thrown into the sea of hearts, which arouses the ripples of dreams and makes me slowly aftertaste. ...
Composition 7 "Xu Wei (my deskmate), have you seen where my pencil box is?" I asked in a hurry. "How should I know?" The deskmate replied impatiently. At this moment, I thought of Sui Songcai, but the monitor wouldn't do that. Who is it? I was thinking. Really ... Yes, it must be him! "Cong Yulin, go to hell," I said to him loudly. "Ah ah, I don't know which hand itches again!" I continued. Cong Yulin smiled and said, "It's not me, really, look." "Not who are you? Only a fool will admit it! " "hurry up! Hand him over and this young lady will spare your life. " "It's really not me, don't believe it!" Oh, he is really excited. I'm dubious. At this moment, my good friend Hua Jiao said to me, "Here it is!" I came to the stove and looked down. Sure enough, there is no fire in the stove. Hey! My poor pencil box! My mother bought me a new one! I looked at the bruise that had been wiped off. I'm sad and angry. I asked Cong Yulin loudly: "Who said he didn't hide just now?" Hey, what kind of people hide in what kind of places! Cong Yulin said to Hua Jiao, "What are you looking for it?" "What's the matter? What do you want? " I took the opportunity to come to Cong Yulin's seat. As soon as I got his pencil case, Cong Yulin found it. "What are you doing? ""It's none of your business! " "Well, then you can take it! "When I heard that he wanted me to take it, I was proud. He seized the opportunity and took my pencil-box away. I had to go back to my seat angrily and mutter to myself, "What a sly fox! "
It is strange that whenever Sui Songcai and I have fun, I will inadvertently find Cong Yulin staring at me. He may have no one to play with or be jealous of him! Ha ha! I really feel good about myself. )
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am already a sophomore. In retrospect, some made me happy, some made me sad, some made me grow, and some made me sad. Speaking of growing up, only one thing really made me grow up.
It's a little embarrassing to say, but on second thought, there's nothing shameful. It's over and has become the cornerstone of my growth. Since childhood, I have been timid and afraid of the dark, and my self-care ability and self-control are very poor, so I have to sleep with people. So dad took the responsibility of sleeping with me. However, this companion has been with me for twelve years. If it weren't for that night, I'm afraid I would snuggle up in my father's arms all my life.
It was one night in my sixth grade, and one of my father's classmates came back from other places. He is going to have a drink with his classmates and won't be back until very late. So no one slept with me that night, and my mother didn't want to sleep with me. In desperation, I had to try to sleep alone. However, whenever I turn off the lights, my heart is filled with fear, like falling into an endless black hole. Then I made a hullabaloo about and asked my mother to turn on the light.
My mother saw that this was no good, so she said to me, "Son, you are not young. You can't always be so afraid of the dark. Be a real man and conquer the darkness. " I thought it made sense, so I tried it again. After turning off the lights this time, I have been trying to overcome the darkness, but I still can't. Less than five minutes later, I shouted to turn on the light again. Mom didn't think it was enough, so she sat by my bed and thought for a long time. Suddenly, she turned to me and said, "Son, to overcome the darkness, you must first overcome yourself and the demons you fear." So, I tried again, and this time I have been fighting the demon in my heart. Finally, I overcame fear, darkness and myself.
Then I can sleep without company, and I can be truly independent. Yes, this is growth. I have grown from a chick nestled next to my parents to an eagle that can fly high. I'm going to fight the sky and open up my own blue sky.