The yard in my memory is where I have lived for nearly twenty years. This small courtyard is full of countless laughter and laughter between my friends and me.
Small courtyard, located in a secluded alley in Dongguan, has five or six houses. After living there for twelve years, we have a friendly relationship with our neighbors, but we never thought that we would move.
At the end of the first semester of junior high school, I came to this small courtyard for the last time and said goodbye to it. Stroking the wall that left me and my friends with "masterpieces", walking on the concrete floor where we once ran, scenes full of innocence flashed in my mind. Everything here is so beautiful. One night in early winter, we drove to our new home without saying goodbye. Recalling the yard in my memory and the scene of playing as a child, I suddenly burst into tears. I think if I have time, I must come back.
The new house is a small single-family house with three floors. Located in the downtown area, people are constantly flowing every night. I have no special feeling, but I always feel that everything here is so strange. So I made up my mind to go back to the yard the next day.
In the morning, I came to the yard where I lived for twelve years, and nothing changed. It's just that the rotten wall outside the yard was repainted and the light of day was seen. Climbing up the slope, I saw a landmark building, a big pool, which was used by people in the yard to store water. When we were children, we often climbed up and down. ...
I don't know when, I heard that Swan Lake will be expanded, and the yard has just been demolished. This is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue, and it is the place that accompanied me through the ups and downs of 12 years. There are too many memories in this small courtyard. This yard is very important. How can I open it?
It's impossible not to open it. I can only go back and look at it a few times before I open it! ! !
Jia Hao, a student of the Second Middle School in Qinyang City, Henan Province.
Courtyard Memories Composition 2 Before I was eight years old, our family had a house and a farmhouse in the country. At that time, grandparents and great-grandparents lived there. Although I don't live often, I must visit my elders in the yard every weekend and have a good time in the yard. The small courtyard became my childhood paradise.
Although our yard is small, there is a tree in the front yard and a river in the back yard, which can provide me with different feelings and happiness all year round.
In spring, the orange tree in the yard that is said to be older than my mother is graceful and full of white flowers, and the whole yard is filled with faint fragrance. At that time, I liked to squat under the tree to feed the kittens and watch the ants move on the ground.
The summer heat is unbearable, and the best thing is to play in the backyard by the river, but adults are always worried that it is not safe to let me go down the river. That won't bother me. I will find some stones and bricks and throw them into the river heavily. Splashed water will be cool and comfortable. Of course, it is inevitable to get scolded by my mother.
Of the four seasons, I like and think autumn is the most fun. The sky is clear, and the plane leaves in the corner of the yard are yellow, and a few pieces fall from time to time. At this moment, I picked up a handful of leaves, touched them, smelled them and threw them into the air. Fragments of leaves are flying in the air, and I feel the leaves fall on my body, pretending that it is a rare snowflake in winter in Jiangnan. At this time, the orange tree in the middle of the yard presents a vibrant scene. This orange tree has stood in the yard for more than 30 years, like a loyal guard. In autumn, the orange trees are covered with golden oranges, and the air is filled with sweet fruit fragrance. From time to time, I know that it is my happiest moment-picking oranges. My father will climb the tree to pick the top orange, my mother will stand under the tree to pick the bottom orange, and I will ask my neighbors to help me pull down the branches to pick it. Sometimes when adults are away, I will climb up and pick taller oranges like a little monkey. At that time, I was a bit like a fearless little adventurer.
Winter is coming, and it's nice to bask in the sun in the yard after lunch. Every winter, grandpa will prune the branches of citrus, saying that it is to grow more oranges in the coming year.
Later, with the development of the city, our house and yard disappeared and I grew up. However, the wonderful time spent in this small yard will become my best childhood memory with the smell of sweet orange.
Courtyard Memories Composition 3 The empty courtyard and yellow leaves on the ground reminded me of endless memories. Under the withered peach tree, there is no laughter like a bell, and there is no sound of reading. It seems that the joy of childhood has been quietly erased from the yard. ...
When I was a child, when I was free, my grandmother and I would always move a small stool and sit under a Chinese fir tree, reciting the text affectionately. At this time, there were yellow butterflies on the floor. The cool wind blew, and the butterflies fell down and scattered in the air, which was very leisurely. Grandma and I sketched in a small book and wrote down our feelings. The pen tip flutters gently on the paper, as if embroidering a beautiful flower.
When I am free, I will run to the yard to see what my lovely little white rabbit is doing. I rudely pulled up a bright Chinese cabbage in the field and carefully fed it into the mouth of the white rabbit. The "Chen Wenjing" sound it makes when eating is crisp and loud, which is the most beautiful sound in the world. The white rabbit's jewel-like blue eyes are full of innocence and lively, emitting charming light. The white rabbit at this time is very much like me, an inexperienced little girl.
Every day when I come home from school in the open air, I always invite Gao Jiawen, the little boy next door, to play in the yard. We picked oranges from Huang Chengcheng, which are sour and sweet and have a unique flavor. We jumped around the pond and touched a bunch of big purple grapes. Then, accidentally, we plopped into the green water, flopping about and calling for help. Arvin and I picked up the small net, proudly waved it, and ran to the flowers to carefully observe whether there were golden bees. Bees are flying in the air, and we are alive and flying happily.
Empty all this beauty, just the past.
Standing in the empty yard, I stood feebly. "Lonely and empty, spring comes late", and the tree is bare; The rabbit broke free from the cage and ran away: grandma was ill; That naughty boy has turned into a handsome boy; Girl, crying, unspeakable loneliness and sadness, suddenly welled up in my heart; I can't stop crying, and finally my eyes are full ... In the yard, others may have forgotten you, and I will always remember you!