Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, childhood is like a cup of light tea, let you aftertaste; Childhood is like a rainbow of storms; Colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable; Just like that winding path, it makes you grow. The wind can't blow away this warm memory; Rain is falling all can't hide this moving melody, only the lovely sunshine shines and is preserved. ....
Looking back on those unremarkable childhood events, although small, those memories are so touching, because with these memories, you can make continuous progress, keep pursuing and grow. Childhood is always reminiscent. Think back to that colorful dream, when Yaya was learning a language, when she just learned to walk, when she first stepped on the stage, when she called her parents for the first time, at that moment, all the shots came into your eyes.
It was an unforgettable memory, an unforgettable childhood. On the day when I first took up my new schoolbag and went to school, I was finally able to go to school like other children. For me, this is my historic moment. My parents photographed this most happy and unforgettable appearance with a camera, which became the most gratifying thing for my parents. It has also become the happiest portrayal of my family. This unforgettable moment, so beautiful and sweet, has always appeared in my mind. However, beauty is only the past. In the long days, after repeated tempering, I honed myself as hard and weak as steel. No one will know the pressure of study, and no one will be pitiful. In the autumn when the leaves are falling, there is only hardship and only lost happiness. This is bitter. When I was a child, in the spring when a hundred flowers blossom, my childhood with beautiful dreams passed quickly.
So far, I will not shed tears in the face of the cruelty of reality, and my tears will be covered by that dark cloud. Childhood tears are so weak and stingy. Childhood dreams are colorful, as beautiful as a hundred flowers, unforgettable and unforgettable. At that time, there was no worry or worry. Childhood dreams are like the night sky, so broad and quiet. Childhood dreams are like countless stars. They only blink, can't talk, honest and calm ... countless stars, like countless dreams, flooded into my little head. Since then, I have been thinking about countless problems.
Growing up under the blue sky, dreams in the night sky are like small castles piled up on the beach and dreams by the blue sea; My son always likes to play under the banyan tree, and he also likes to sit there quietly and listen to the old story. At that time, the dream was green. When I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown and enjoy the golden leaves flying all over the sky in the autumn when the leaves were falling. At that time, my dream was golden. I always liked dreaming when I was a child. Walking in the dream can't find the exit maze. Being locked in the maze again and again, I feel so confused. In real life, when my fighting spirit is aroused, dreams are the color of fire. ...
Memories make everything in the world quiet, relaxed and warm, remind you of distant but not distant dreams, remind you of the rain, which is a beating melody. When you fall, there is a force watching you, reminding you to fly the paper plane under the blue sky and the dream you expect.
The clock can only go forward, not backward. Childhood has only aftertaste and memories. .....
Childhood has only memories, dreams have only creation, and the future has only struggle. .....
Childhood is a thing of the past. Only by remembering those little things and accumulating more experience can this road get wider and wider. Everyone has his colorful childhood. Childhood is the most precious thing in life. This is the beginning of your life. If you have it, you have a lifetime. We should cherish it.
Dreams often change. Dreams are the goal that people pursue all their lives. Only struggle, struggle, dreams can be realized, and that will become a reality.
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Only by remembering everything will you feel beautiful ... beautiful misunderstanding: 1 beautiful misunderstanding.
Although my junior high school life is over, I often recall what happened in school before. I accidentally remembered a mistake I made. This is a secret, and no one knows it. Although it was a mistake, I took it as a beautiful misunderstanding.
"China, 92 points; Red, 53 points; Ting, 123, etc. " "Wow, Christine actually got 123 points and became the first in the class. What an accident. " "Yes, her grades at ordinary times is not general? Why is she so tall this time? " After listening to Ding's grades, the students all expressed their surprise. I glanced at her and found that she was confused. The class is boiling.
"Today, I want to give special praise to Ding. She got a high score of 123. As a teacher, I am very happy for her. It is conceivable that she must study hard at ordinary times. Everyone must learn from Ting. " The English teacher's words stopped the students whispering. Since then, Ting has worked really hard, never leaving her feet from morning till night. Not only English, but also her grades in other subjects have improved. It turns out that praise can really make an ordinary student become an excellent student.
One day, I went to the office to look for my English teacher, but the teacher was not in. I saw the booklet on the teacher's desk, which was the result of the last English exam. "Oh, how did that happen? Christine got 92 points in the first multiple-choice exam? But the perfect score in the first volume is only 90. What about 2 points? " I was shocked, and then I thought of the final score. "Oh, I think, it turns out that Christine got 29 points in the first volume, and I got 92 points, but the teacher only looked at the final score and didn't carefully look at the students' scores in the first and second volumes. It turned out to be my fault. " I was a little scared at the time. I don't know whether I should tell the teacher, but I think of Ting's efforts and struggles. Maybe this score of 123 can really motivate her. I closed the pamphlet and walked out of the office alone as if I didn't see anything.
I didn't know about it until graduation day, and I don't know if the teacher found it. I just took it as my own secret-a beautiful misunderstanding.
When I was in the fourth grade, I studied sketching outside school. There is a little girl in my class named Songsong, who likes playing with me very much, only four or five months younger than me.
I remember it was a cold winter. It's raining in Mao Mao. Small raindrops fall on your hands, just like ice soaked with bones.
I wrapped my umbrella in a cotton-padded jacket and walked to the painting class step by step. I opened my schoolbag and saw "Ah!" I don't have a ruler! I can't believe my eyes, and I have to admit it's true. You know, our art teacher is very fierce. Last time, a classmate in our class was invited outside the classroom by the teacher without his learning tools. What's more, when you draw people's faces today, you should check the grid with a ruler. If you don't accept it, you will be punished by the teacher to stand outside the classroom. Besides, it's raining outside! Like a cold stone in my heart. The more I watch it, the heavier it gets. The more I watched it, the heavier it became ... so I hurriedly asked my classmates, and their answers were the same: "I only brought one!" " I sat helplessly waiting ... Sister Shu Yun, I'll give you my ruler. Suddenly I feel energetic, but like a deflated ball, I suddenly lost my breath. What is this ruler? All of them are dirty, and besides, one corner is missing. I thought to myself: keep it for myself and give me a dirty and smelly ... she smiled at me. At the beginning of class, the teacher came into the classroom and said, "Go out without a ruler." I sighed, looked at the "dirty ruler" and looked around gloatingly. Ah! After a burst of surprise, I saw Song stand up and walk towards the door. I stared at her. She looked at her willingly. She shivered in the cold wind. I looked at her. She stood in the drizzle ... I looked at the ruler. It's no longer dirty and rotten ... it's her who warms me up (hoping to adopt).