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The wind blows through the lake in my heart, rippling layers of ripples, and the fallen flowers of memory fall one after another, weaving into colorful dreams, so that I can find beautiful pictures in the ocean of life. In my mind, there are also many spring-like memories, whether it is a beautiful moment or a youthful year. ...

And I am like a breeze, I don't know how many seasons have passed, and I am growing up, still looking for the best moment in "spring" and turning it into the best memory in my life.

The lake of life rises and falls. I'm looking for it, floating. What am I looking for? Is the true meaning of life? Or spiritual comfort? Mo, this scene makes me feel relieved-

An old man was walking quietly through an alley with a hot water basin. Unfortunately, a group of children were playing football when suddenly they kicked and the ball flew to the old man. I suddenly tightened my heartstrings. If this goes on, won't the old man be scalded by this boiling water? Just then, a "silent figure" came out and turned the ball back. I smiled happily and looked at the old man, still walking peacefully ... Suddenly I felt that the silent figure was so tall ... I smiled and continued to float. Store it in my mind as a spring-like memory. ...

Childhood is like a colorful dream, which has passed away. I quietly watched the lively and lovely children running, chasing, playing and frolicking on the grass, so happy! Spring is the season for children, and it is also a warm and happy season. Look, those children are flying kites happily! How happy and free! This reminds me of my childhood. ...

But the children accidentally entangled the kite with the branches, and the children were helpless because the tree was really high. No matter how the children jump around, they can't get it. Some children just sit on the ground and cry ... I can't help but frown. At this moment, a runner stretched out his long thin hand and jumped. Kite, runaway wild horse, finally subdued! The kite finally returned to the children. The children showed their purest smiles, and the silent "tall figure" gradually faded away. At this time, people's hearts were very comfortable ... I was relieved and smiled again. Here, I have the most beautiful spring-like memories.

In fact, these beautiful moments and these beautiful shots are all around us, but we don't have an eternal love to find beauty. Let's discover beauty and turn it into the best memories in our life, and bloom the most beautiful flowers for our life every moment to make our life wonderful!

Look, that spring-like memory reappears in my mind-

When crossing the zebra crossing, a lovely young pioneer helped a blind mother-in-law to cross the road slowly; On the sidewalk by the roadside, people consciously make way for a blind man who is walking on the blind road; A teenager took the initiative to pick up the garbage on the roadside and threw it into the trash can; A passerby accidentally dropped his wallet while shopping, but the shopkeeper picked it up without hesitation and immediately chased it back to the owner. ...

There are always these beautiful moments in my memory, which always inspire me and remind me to be the most honest and kind boy. ......

The wind continued to blow, but my thoughts flew out of the clouds, into the distant space and into my memory. I think spring should come soon ... I seem to hear it calling not far away!