Writing ideas: write about the things that have passed away first, then write about the things that have survived in the process of passing away, and finally express your feelings about the things that have passed away and are eternal.

Fan Wen:

Memory, flowing like water, rattles. My mind is blank. From the moment I can remember, intermittent memories have been deposited in my mind. Countless mornings and sunsets, countless spring, summer, autumn and winter, time is slowly passing and growing up inexplicably. This time, there is no eternal memory, only endless ambiguity.

When I was a child, I couldn't remember how old I was, except that my grandmother carried me to kindergarten. I never thought about why, because I am still young. All day, play; I slept all night. My memory is blank, and I always thought that the days passed like this, without waves, flowing slowly like water.

Time is full of life, and the older one is grandma who takes me to school. I thought it was a liberation, a freedom. But I don't know what memory is and what eternity is.

Life is like running water, and six years of primary school life is wandering in this noise. During this period, the waves in my memory rippled my young heart and I was extremely happy. Junior high school, to junior high school, memory has turned a new page. Everything is very different from before, everything has changed.

I haven't had time to record my life in junior high school yet, and I'm already sitting in the class of grade three. Therefore, I denied the "eternal memory". But at least I'm taking notes carefully now, so that they don't become passers-by in memory and lonely waves flowing through the water.

On a sunny day, the door of memory is locked by a warm breeze. If the sunshine wanders freely in the deep sea of memory, it can't help reminding me that eternity still exists in the ever-changing memory. They are laughing, jumping and washing away the dust of memory.

In memory, what is eternal is faith, affection, friendship and unchanging goal. There is a kind of memory called eternity, which keeps the cool breeze and green grass and the past. There is an eternal memory flowing like running water, which blocks the sunshine, makes the river still and seals up the precious past forever.

Cherish the unforgettable past like floating clouds, and cling to the eternal memory like flowing water.