In the depths of my memory, there is one thing I can't forget.
Once I went to an Olympic math class, listening to the teacher's voice without ups and downs and looking at boring numbers and letters. It's really boring Teacher Gu's class is really boring, I thought to myself. ...
Class is finally over. "oh! Liberated. " The program shouted. I went to the window and looked at a pot of flowers. Looking at it, I found a caterpillar crawling out. It suddenly occurred to me that Mr. Gu's class was boring, and a "coup" appeared in my mind. Just do it. I pick out the caterpillar with a ruler, then find a bamboo stick and hang it with a pencil. Now I just need the east wind. I will take action then, hehe. After I was about to succeed, I had a smug smile on my face. Class begins, and I have prepared the "fishing rod" and "fishing line".
"Well, this question …" I put the "caterpillar fishing rod" in front of the girl in front when the teacher turned back to write the formula. The girl let out a scream and turned pale with fear. In order to get rid of my "crime", I must immediately divert the teacher's attention. I quickly said to the program sitting next to me, "Look, ufo." I put my finger in the past. The program turned its head in the direction of my finger and didn't notice that I held the "fishing rod" in my hand. The teacher saw the method in the hands of the program.
He said loudly, "You are too bold. You openly frighten female students with caterpillars in class. Come to my office after class. " The program was startled and muttered, "I ... I ... no ...no." No matter what the program said, he didn't do it, but the teacher didn't believe it. I feel ashamed to see the injustice of the program.
This matter has been hidden in my memory. Although it has been a long time, I still want to say "sorry" to the program.
Childhood life is rich and colorful, and there are many past memories in my mind. There are countless interesting things, such as the stars in the sky. Many people are engraved in your memory and will never move. Maybe she is not a celebrity, just an ordinary citizen, but she painted a rainbow when you grew up.
When I was in primary school, I was always timid. I am afraid to ask the teacher when I meet a question I don't understand. One day, the head teacher, Miss Li, came up to me and said, "If you have any questions you don't understand, just ask me. Don't be afraid of the teacher. The teacher will help you, not you. " After listening to these words, my courage gradually increased, and I was no longer afraid of teachers as before. Every day, I can always see my figure in the teacher's office. Once, I didn't understand a math problem, so I asked the teacher. The teacher was very happy to see my first question! I asked again and again, and the teacher took pains to explain it to me, and finally understood. On the way home, I was thinking about the scene that the teacher explained to me. When I got home, I told my parents about it, and I felt very happy ~ Because of teacher Li's words, I learned a lot, and at the same time my personality became cheerful and outgoing. I always like to chat with the teacher after class and ask some questions that I don't understand. I usually study. When I grow up, I will definitely remember what the teacher told me. I will never forget that twenty years will be engraved in my memory forever and will never be erased.
Childhood is like a dictionary, which can never be read, and the memory of childhood is always treasured, treasured in the deepest part of my memory. Let's pursue the people engraved in memory together!
I have spent six years in primary school, and there is one person I remember most in these six years. I believe everyone has a person who has the deepest memory in primary school and is worth remembering. The person in my memory is a teacher who "sacrifices herself and illuminates others" like a candle, because she once worked hard to take care of and nurture us. So the teacher is the person I remember the most in these six years. Grade one, just entered this primary school. Seeing the Chinese teacher, I feel that she is very amiable, and the teacher is also very gentle to me. I think the teacher is so hard.
She teaches more than 50 people by herself and changes her homework and papers day and night. The teacher is also very hard in the morning. She has one or two more classes every day than teachers in other subjects. Her voice became hoarse because she nagged us every day. Although the teacher has a hoarse voice, he still attends class as usual. Sometimes the teacher gives us lessons even if he is ill, and sometimes he takes the place of other teachers. We are ungrateful. In class, the teacher gave us a lecture, stood at the podium table and we sat down. Only by listening to the teacher and talking loudly can almost fifty people in our class hear it.
Teachers are also considerate. They like to chat with their classmates. Once I cried because I didn't choose the "excellent three good students". The teacher knew that I was sad, so she asked me to talk to her. The teacher told me why I didn't choose this time, so that I wouldn't be sad. The teacher also taught me to face and overcome difficulties bravely.
After that, I left primary school and went to junior high school. I must go back to my alma mater to see the Chinese teacher who has raised us for six years.
Deep in memory composition recommendation 4 Sitting at the desk, looking out of the window, it's foggy. A few years ago, it was the same weather.
A few years ago, a family of three went to Kaiyuan Cave in Boshan to play. When I came back, I was young and stubborn and insisted on taking the train. Helpless, dad had to buy a train ticket.
My mother and I were waiting at the gate of the railway station and were attracted by some brightly colored pumpkins. He stands out like a neon light in a blurred vision. Vaguely, I dragged my mother over. When I went in, I saw an old woman buying these pumpkins. His hair is gray and his skin color is healthy and dark. My face is covered with wrinkles, which are the traces of years. Maybe it's the weather. My eyes are covered with a thin layer of smoke. My mouth is flat, and I can vaguely see a few dark yellow teeth when I speak. He has a pair of gold earrings on his ears, which are a little old. Maybe this is his dowry when he got married. He is wearing a cardigan coat that looks like the Republic of China, and it is a little gray, which is more difficult to recognize in a vague vision. He sat on an old Mazar, guarding a cart full of things. The wheelbarrow is obviously several years old. The car body is covered with rust, but the handle is polished. He greeted us with a smile, which contained the simplicity of the villagers and the unique fragrance of the earth. Just before getting on the bus, my mother bought two small pumpkins.
I got on the train and looked out the window. Maybe her clothes are too dark, just like the fuzzy weather outside the window. He threw away some conspicuous pumpkins. I can't find him in the crowd anymore. Maybe he pushed the car away, I think. ...
There are two small pumpkins on the shelf at home, and then the pumpkins are rotten and thrown away. Then I went to the train station again, but I never saw him again. Standing in the shabby railway station, I feel like Wu Lingren who will never find heaven again.
In this increasingly cold era, I have never found that person, nor have I seen such a simple smiling face. In the depths of my memory, that smiling face spread out one by one.
Memory is a camera that stores the past.
The film in the camera is a collection of bits and pieces of experience.
However, there is always a paragraph in my camera that I can't see. The first paragraph of the film is the part I remember the most. It's not intermittent, it's completely invisible ...
My grandmother-at the beginning of the film, every time I heard my mother say that my grandmother as a child was the best and the only best for me, I felt that the deepest part of my memory was like a small crack being opened for me to see, but every time I was about to arrive, the crack was closed again. All I have left is endless meditation. ...
Sleeping, dreaming of the person I most want to dream of, dreaming of the person I can't see in the film, dreaming of the person who is best and only good to me, I smiled, and I was happy from the heart, ran to the direction of that person, threw myself into her arms, enjoyed her warmth, and looked up for a long time. The blurred face made me unable to see her face clearly. I tried to see her face clearly, but ...
However, that summer vacation, I went to visit my grandmother's grave. That kind of serious mood is only once. It was that time that I knelt down gently, closed my eyes, thought, recalled and showed the little things my mother told me about my grandmother.
There was a cold wind blowing head-on, but it was very comfortable, which made me calm down, sit on the sparse grass and look up at the clouds, as if slowly condensing into grandma's appearance, so familiar and kind. ...
At the beginning of the film, in the deepest memory, it seems that ... time and space clues. ...
Deep in my memory, I often see a kind face full of wrinkles and a pair of deformed feet. She is my grandmother.
I was very young at that time, but I still remember it clearly. All I know is that grandma is very old, she can't walk any more, and she peed on the bed. My mother has been very busy since my grandmother came to my house. Every day, she picks me up from the kindergarten. I saw my mother either cooking in the kitchen or washing diapers in the bathroom. My grandmother has to change her pants several times a day. If you see more, you will take the initiative to get some paper towels for your mother to scrub. My grandmother changed her clean clothes and her mother washed them again. I covered my nose and said to my mother, "It stinks!" My mother gave me a hard look. I looked at my mother's eyes and ran to my grandmother's side, singing children's songs I learned from kindergarten. Grandma smiled happily.
Mom always said: there is always a baby at home. Every night, my mother will bring hot water to wash my grandmother's feet. Once I took water like my mother and dragged my grandmother's little feet into the water. Grandma shouted, "Come on!" My mother heard the cry and ran to see that my grandmother's feet were dragged into the cold water. My mother quickly brought a pot of hot water to soak her feet. At that time, my mother didn't blame me, but also praised me as a good boy. This matter is deeply imprinted on my mind.
My grandmother is dead now, and my mother's words and deeds of taking care of her are deeply in my heart. Now that I am grown up, I often bring warm water to my mother to wash my feet. My mother was the first teacher in my life. She taught me how to respect the elderly with actions.