Everyone has many memories in their hearts. Some are pleasant? Have a plenty of sadness? Angry about something? Others are moving. Really? Those sincere feelings will be hidden in the deepest part of my heart? So are memories. Deep in my heart? So are memories. My deepest memory? Can't help crying every time I think about it? Actually, it's just a touch of sadness. That year? I'm still young? Don't know what to leave? All I know is that we will meet again after breaking up. Were there any beautiful women at that time? She's kind? She was our head teacher at that time. She always smiles? That smile always carries that sweet pear vortex? See that pear vortex? I'm always full of childish fantasies. I always thought it was for angels. I like her very much? Always thought she would accompany us all the way? It was not until junior high school that we were reluctant to part. My feelings are always wrong. Didn't expect that, did you She has only been with us for two years and will leave us. No? Isn't that true? We can't believe it. Why? Angels always stay for a while. When we are young, we always have countless problems in our hearts. After the final exam? She's good to us? I think I owe us something. We also know it. Her pear vortex has become a little out of reach? I think? She didn't give up either, did she? Finally? The time has come when I don't want to come. Is it time to announce the results? For some reason, everyone is quiet. The teacher reads one by one? Everyone got surprisingly good grades? Maybe you want to keep it? After receiving the results, everyone was not as excited as usual. I feel it? Those naughty boys are quiet, too, and the birds in the tree are whining? Leaves rustling? A strong wind blew outside the window. She spoke? The pear vortex is shaking. "Everyone did a good job this time? Excellent performance, too? These words came in and out in that young ear? Never understand? " Everyone has to work hard? The teacher may not take you next semester? But? Listen, everybody, okay? I will come back to see you. "A few glittering and translucent beads from her eyes. Can I look around? Someone is already sobbing in a low voice? Boys keep their heads down? Who dares to cry? Afraid that she would be sad. She walked out of the classroom. Maybe I won't walk back. Several girls began to sob quietly. Some boys also shed tears. I don't know when my tears rolled to the ground like broken beads. Because you know what? I may never see you again when I leave this time. This is the first time in my life that I feel the pain of leaving? Is it also a precious memory? Where is she? I don't know. For a long time, it was just? Pear vortex occasionally appears in dreams.

Deep regret in my heart

The winter afternoon sun shines lightly on the earth, which makes people feel warm. On the glass coffee table facing Nanyang Terrace, there is a delicate bamboo cage with a pair of golden mice lying inside. The little guy who has just been fed is quietly bathing in the warm sunbathing. ...

Yes, it was this spring. I once raised a pair of lovely golden mice, and I loved them very much. But unfortunately, in less than a month, they all passed away, which once made me very sad.

I bought it at a stall in the square in front of Shungeng Park in the suburbs. When I saw them, a dozen mice were jumping up and down in the big cage, and their mouths were screaming "cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep". Several naughty little guys still look around the cage from time to time, as if looking for their future new owners. I like them when I look at them! So, I asked their owners to help me choose a pair, match a delicate bamboo cage, ask about their feeding amount and preferences, and take them home happily.

My two babies happen to be a couple, a boy and a girl. I call that woman Bao and Xiao Bei. Bao Xiao is a little older than Beckham, with golden hair and white fluff, even his long pointed tail is no exception. A pair of black eyes are embedded in its small triangular face, shining. There are also a few slender black beards on the pointed chin, which looks very handsome. Beckham looks similar to Bao Xiao, except that he is covered with "golden armor" and has no white hair. Its character is relatively docile, like quiet, little action. Their favorite foods are cornflakes and sunflower seeds. Every time they are rationed, they gobble like hungry ghosts. I like feeding them best and listening to their "cheep, cheep" sounds.

However, this happy day didn't last long, just over a month, because I was about to take the mid-term exam. In order to concentrate and not affect the study of my three meals with my little babies, my mother suggested that I put all the cornflakes in a cage for a few days. Unexpectedly, on the third day, Bao Xiao suddenly seemed to suffer from depression. He stopped jumping up and down as usual. He lay there with his head bowed and his stomach full all day. Even his favorite cornflakes were ignored.

Looking at Bao Xiao, I was worried and wanted to know what happened to it, but there was nothing I could do. On the fourth night, when I came home from school, I found Bao Xiao lying straight in the cage. Beckham was lying next to him, with his head down, licking his stiff body with his tongue all the time ... then I realized that Bao Xiao had left Beckham and me forever.

Who knew it never rains but it pours? The day after Bao Xiao left, Beckham didn't eat or drink, and stayed listlessly in the cage, as if his stomach was bulging ... Less than two days later, Beckham also quietly left. Since then, bamboo cages have been empty, and their lively figures and "cheep, cheep" cries can no longer be seen. Later, I heard from the rat seller that rats are very delicate and greedy. If the feeding amount is not controlled, it is easy to overeat and die. Ah, what a sin!

Every time I think about it, I feel a little bitter and guilty. Since then, I have never kept a pet, because I can't forget Bao Xiao and Beckham, and this matter will always be a regret buried in my heart.

Deep in my heart

The birds singing in the early morning broke the first ray of morning light on the horizon, and the sun shone everywhere, dispersing the misty fog in the air. The distant mountains appeared before my eyes.

When I got home, my mother told me as always: "study hard at school." I said casually, "Yes." I rode back and forth on the country road countless times and rode to school.

The air in the morning is fresh and incomparable. When I take a deep breath, there is a fresh smell. On the grass beside the road, there are several crystal dewdrops, which seem to be wrapped in a dream that I haven't woken up yet.

At the corner of the road, I subconsciously looked back at home. My mother is still standing there, looking at me motionless. In the morning breeze, her figure looks very thin, as if it will be blown up by the wind at any time, and a feeling comes to mind. I don't know whether the lingering fog covered my mother's figure or tears blurred my vision. Gradually, my mother's figure gradually blurred.

That kind of deja vu and indescribable emotion spread in my heart. The leaves of memory are falling slowly, and countless light-colored pictures are folded in my heart, which contain my mother's love and my touch.

Every day when I get home, the delicious food has been put on the table, and my mother always smiles and watches me eat. Every time something goes wrong, my mother always comforts me softly. In summer, when I was doing homework, there was a power outage, and my mother always fanned me under the flickering candlelight. ......

My mother is meticulous to me, and her love, like the wind, brings me peace and tranquility. Her love, like water, brings me clarity and softness; Her love is like fog, giving me hazy thoughts. Her love has always touched me, and that kind of touch has accumulated in my heart.

I remember when I was combing my mother's hair, I found that her hair was no longer black and shiny, and it was faintly mixed with dazzling moss. I combed my mother's hair and shed tears of emotion.

I remember when my mother smiled with relief, the traces left by the wind of the years will become more and more obvious, and my heart will be more moved at this moment, burying the line representing love in my heart.

The love my mother gave me is scattered in the sky of my memory like a star. I can't tell you what it touched me, but I can only keep it in my heart. When you are lonely, savor, chew and appreciate the unique charm.

Deep in my heart, it is the vicissitudes of maternal love, which will always be the most beautiful emotion in my heart.

Happiness hidden in the bottom of my heart

I want to really keep that happy time, to commemorate the feelings we once cherished so much, and to cherish the footprints of our youth together.

Youth is a beautiful dream that every teenager once had, gorgeous and full of vitality. In youth, we can release the happiness buried in our hearts, regardless of anyone's eyes.

Zuihuajian

I began to like reading words. I always feel that words have some charm than poetry. My friend asked me, "Do you want to be a classical talented woman?" I said no, I just like it.

I got to know Nalan Rong Ruo through the phrase "If I see you for the first time in my life". He has Tao Yuanming's aversion to secular life, Yang Wanli's love for lotus flowers and Xin Qiji's patriotic blood. But he is different from them. He only does himself and never imitates other people's lives.

Ride on the mountain, ride on the water, and have a thousand lights at night.

When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

Even though his words are inevitably sad, I am happy after reading them. I'm glad I really understood what he said, and I'm glad I was inspired.

Some happiness hidden in your heart, so inadvertently, quietly into your heart.

journey

I believe everyone will sigh such a sentence: it's good to have friends!

Friends will laugh with you when you are happy, comfort you when you are sad, lend a helping hand when you are in trouble, give you good advice when you are proud, and encourage you when you encounter setbacks. Friends are not only playmates, but also spiritual companions.

The mid-term exam is coming soon, and friends will be separated anyway. Recalling the past dribs and drabs, sadness is inevitable, but it is also happy. Because we all value friendship very much.

My friend, I believe you still remember when we played in the park, when we were criticized by the teacher in class, when we studied hard together for our future dreams ... So many memories are always happiness buried in our hearts.

Some hidden happiness is ordinary, but it is the precious time we spent together.

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I will cherish these happiness forever.

I want to really keep that happy time, to commemorate the feelings we once cherished so much, and to cherish the footprints of our youth together.

Therefore, I turned these people and things into happiness hidden in my heart.

Memories buried in my heart

How time flies! Like a running stream, it quickly flows away. In a blink of an eye, I changed from an ignorant little girl to a sixth-grade girl. There is still one semester to go to junior high school. I collected memories of my alma mater and buried them in my heart.

Seeing the first-grade children jumping on the playground, I seem to see me as a child. At that time, I spoke fluent Mandarin, and my teacher liked me very much. When I am in class, I always have the task of reading texts. At that time, I was timid. To encourage me, the teacher made me the team leader. Every time I send my homework to the office, the teacher always talks to me with a smile. At that time, I liked singing and dancing, and the teacher asked me to be a literary and art committee member. My teacher always encourages me to take part in any activities in my class.

I remember once, the teacher announced in class that whoever wrote well in his homework and answered questions positively would be rewarded with a small red flower. If you have saved enough 10 little red flowers, you can go to the teacher's office and change a small notebook. For us at that time, it was a glorious thing to get the little red flower from the teacher! After listening to the teacher, I made up my mind to get the little red flower. In the evening, I do my homework carefully, writing one by one, and I have to read it several times after I finish it. The next day, I handed in my homework with confidence. Sure enough, when handing out the notebook, the teacher gave me a big "stick" and a small bright red flower. I got the little red flower! I carefully picked up the little red flower and put it in the mezzanine of the pencil case. In the writing class, the teacher taught us to write the words "567". I looked at the teacher's beautiful chalk handwriting and imitated it carefully, but the word "seven" was not well written and crooked like a trembling grandmother. After school, the teacher checked our homework and let the students who wrote well go first, leaving us students who didn't write well. The teacher patiently demonstrated on the blackboard, but I just couldn't write the word "seven" well. I am anxious to tear up the book. The teacher found me in a hurry. She came to me, held my little hand in her hand and taught me hand in hand. At this time, my mother came to pick me up, and the teacher signaled me to go first. When I got home, I told my mother what happened today in detail. My mother specially asked my father to buy me a small blackboard. Every day after school at noon, I practice writing on the blackboard with chalk. Gradually, my calligraphy has made obvious progress. In an assignment, the teacher gave me a small red flower and wrote in the notebook: "Your handwriting is really beautiful! Stick to it! "

In the sixth grade, the 9th East-West Cooperation Fair will be held in Zhumadian City. Young Pioneers will be selected from various schools as red scarf image interpreters to explain the specialties of Zhumadian to merchants from all directions. The teacher held a preliminary contest in the class, and many students enthusiastically participated. The teacher asked us to introduce the snacks in Zhumadian. I introduced the hot soup without thinking. When I speak fluently, teachers and classmates can't help clapping for me. In the second round, the teacher asked us to introduce the landscape characteristics of Zhumadian. I have been to Boshan Reservoir, and the beautiful scenery there left a deep impression on me, so I introduced Boshan Reservoir endlessly. I talked about the bamboo forest in Boshan Reservoir and the island in the middle of the lake. Both teachers and students were attracted by my speech. In the third round, the teacher asked us to introduce the specialties of Zhumadian. I never even thought about it. I successfully talked about the small sesame oil. From the grinding of sesame oil, we talked about the sesame oil being sold at home and abroad. The students applauded for me. Finally, the teacher chose me, Zou Yun, Zhu Jie and Wang Cong to take part in the competition. Because we go to training every night and don't go home until nine o'clock in the evening, the teacher won't let us do our Chinese homework and train in class in a down-to-earth manner, winning glory for Zhumadian and the school.

I am about to graduate, so I miss my happy primary school life. The teacher said, "You are all birds. When your wings are hard, you will fly to your own sky. That's your paradise dream. I hope you can realize your dream in your dream of heaven. " I cherish every minute with my teachers and classmates. I made a bottle with the smiling faces of teachers and classmates, and put every second of my school in the bottle as a memory of my primary school life and buried it in my heart!

Good memories buried in the bottom of my heart

Everyone has their own good memories. Some people keep it in the bottle of memory; Some are put in memory boxes; Some people keep it in memory books. But I keep it deep in my heart.

My eyes touched the photo album hanging on the bedside. Sister Weiwei gave it to me when I was a child. There are a few broken little green flowers on it, showing a little girl's clarity and sweetness. I like it very much. I stuffed a lot of photos in it, which is a reward. (* _ _ *) Hee hee ... Open the first page, there are a group of baby faces. Oh, this is a photo taken when we went for an outing. Although the memory is not so clear as time goes by, I still remember the joy of our outing. Because everyone in the photo grinned! Zhang Lidong first came into view: wearing camouflage clothes, fearing not to be photographed, he simply stood up on his knees; Ma Zhengguang took off his glasses, erased his genius and began to play. You can see how hard he works from his actions! Look at this. . . I, uh, smiled .......

I saw the calf lying in bed, which my mother gave to my brother, but I was afraid at night, and this calf has become mine invisibly. When I am sad, I will give him all my bitter water. No one can understand the importance of calves. When I cry, I will hide under the covers and cry with the calf. When I can't sleep, I will say many interesting things to him. It seems to like listening. Every time, I seem to be listening carefully. After a while, I fell asleep. It became my soul friend.

Sitting at my desk, I saw the little angel, barefoot, with wings and folded hands, praying for something. Miss Gao gave it to me. Because that time, I will record a lesson: birthday greetings. We need to make a short film to show how to go to someone else's house for a birthday. I am honored to be a birthday person. And invited my mother to come home to play. Today is Teacher's Day, and the teacher sent several gifts. The little angel is one of them. When we got home, we were very busy because I made a mess at home and tidied it up for a long time. In order to get a good result, we made several rounds ... and we successfully finished the shooting. The gift is left in our house and given to the teacher in the afternoon. The teacher didn't want it and gave it to me. I picked it up and put it in front of my desk. As soon as I saw this little angel, it was as if I remembered the good memories of being an actor.

I want to bury good memories in my heart. Even if I am sad, I will be happy as long as I think of these memories. I will cherish this happiness forever.

7 love buried in the bottom of my heart

After drinking the last sip of milk, I silently put the paper with 145 in front of my father. He raised his eyes and snorted. After signing the autograph, he continued to bury himself in reading the newspaper. My lips moved to say something, but I gave up after all. I'm used to it anyway. After I packed my things, I closed the door conveniently, and the door closed softly as if it were a sigh. I strode to school without looking back. ...

In fact, I also want him to smile and say, "I did well in the exam." ...

My father and I seem to be natural enemies, and our struggle has never stopped since childhood. Naughty is a boy's nature. Whenever I get into trouble, he always keeps silent and beats me with a belt. I probably inherited his stubbornness. I didn't cry, but a crisp slap scuffled with my mother's cry. Finally, I slammed the door-I made a dash for the door.

My mother often tells me that she loves me, but I just don't know how to express it. I'll try to communicate with him. Communication? I sneer. How can I communicate with a machine like him? He even smiled at the street sweeper he didn't know, but reluctantly refused to show me anything. The only language he uses to express "love" is the endless ringing of his belt. I repay his love by slamming the door more often than talking. ...

Thinking about it, I came to school. "hey!" My friend leaned in mysteriously. "Do you know what day it is today? Father's Day! " Suddenly, my cold old face reappeared in my mind, and I said in disgust, "What's it to me?" "Don't you say something to your father? I couldn't wait to send it last night. When I said' I love you' to my dad, he actually cried! " My friend said excitedly, and then dragged me to the boutique without hesitation. ...

Holding a bottle of Erguotou and a beautifully packaged belt, I returned home in fear. It's ironic to send a belt. Is he going to slap me again?

"Dad, today is Father's Day. This is a gift for you. " I said quietly. He paused and slowly opened the present. Unexpectedly, instead of flying into a rage, he sighed heavily: "Your mother is not here today, have a drink with me." Okay, be brave.

There was a terrible silence, only the clash of glasses. Both of them are a little drunk. I looked at my father and said lightly, "Dad, I ... I ... I love you ..." I took it very lightly and quickly, I wonder if he heard me. "I didn't mean anything, but your belt is about to break …" Before I finished, my father's voice popped out: "I did well in the exam today …" My eyes suddenly became hot. He picked up the glass, looked up and slammed it, his eyes sparkling and red. He quickly concealed: "This wine ... this wine is too strong ..." I choked with a smile: "It's a little strong ..." Then I drank a cup, and tears flowed into my mouth ... Tears of love were sweet. ...

A "I love you" will dissolve countless feelings. ...

Hope to adopt ~ dear ~