Memory composition 1 I accidentally flipped through the past years, and some memories are lingering. 20 1409 note.
1, the day before Teacher's Day, I attended the Teacher's Day Teachers' Symposium in the county, and the leaders of five teams in the county attended the symposium. At the symposium, I talked about the firefly substation we set up and the confusion of our activities. I hope to get help.
At 8 o'clock on September 10, the TV station came to take pictures of outstanding teachers. I wrote a manuscript in the Education Committee the night before until 10. The manuscript completely lost its narrative style and I was speechless.
3. The first important activity in September, Teacher's Day, Xixi came to our school, gave a lecture on new parents, walked into our class and had a cordial conversation with the children. Xixi asked the children a question, is life in the book better or their own? Of the 74 children, only three said their lives were good, including Mu Chen Kun. Sisi said, Why do you ask this question? If the life created by parents for children is beautiful, children will also feel the beauty of their own lives. Mu Chenkun said that my life is wonderful, and I can write it down for everyone to read my story. Happy to hear, smiled. 10 at 9 o'clock, I left for Xiaofeng's school to meet Xixi, but I didn't know the way. I didn't arrive until nearly 12 o'clock. Xinzheng's economy is much better than ours. When he saw Xixi, Xixi looked haggard. She still carries her own computer on her thin little shoulders. I quickly put it through. Remembering that she hadn't walked into the school library, she hurried back to check it out. On the way back, we talked about seed teachers, fireflies, the confusion in the creation of a perfect classroom, and the thinking in curriculum development. Hello, Xi asked my family in particular, asking what difficulties I have at home and whether these difficulties can be solved. She said that we should not affect our family because of the experiment. Xixi also specifically told me to have a new excellent course on scientific experiments. Xixi is very concerned about the establishment of our Firefly Wuzhi Sub-station, a new sub-station, which was very difficult at first, the division of labor and coordination of members, the development of work, the relationship between parents and children in the school, and the matters needing attention in online and offline activities. She told them one by one. Although she is a freelance writer, she told me what it is to coordinate interpersonal relationships. During the short trip, she had to tell me that there were too many topics. She spoke happily in the morning and came with me without a break. This day's lecture was very useful to parents, who suddenly narrowed the distance from the substation and understood the significance of new parents and fireflies lighting themselves up to illuminate others. It was getting late, so I sent Xixi to Jiaozuo. Xixi went upstairs and said that she needed to deal with the mail immediately, so she started a new round of work, and I quietly quit. My eyes are full of tears. Moved, I decided to write the years with action! Bye, Sissy.
There are always lovely princesses in fairy tales, surrounded by thousands of people, and princesses surrounded by thousands of people are always favored. But in the real world, there are no fairy tales, and those are doomed to be false. I am not a princess, but there are always people around me who love me and light happy candles for me.
Three years later, my friends changed one after another, only me, narcissistic and depressed, thinking that I would be buried by the ruthlessness of the years, but I didn't know who sent them to my side, so my laughter swayed gently by candlelight, and there was a source of happiness in my world. People who haven't changed and are good to me keep appearing.
They are the people who care about me the most; They are the people who can read my emotions best, and those happiness, without disguise, are all hit home by them.
Time passed quietly, gradually killing my rage and leaving me wondering how to complain. What are you complaining about? I always feel lucky. If it weren't for them, I might not even have the courage to cry now. Those memories are deeply imprinted in my mind and will never be forgotten. This made me understand that in the past three years, I have no regrets.
Have I met all the good people? Why does everyone in my life spoil me so much? With their company, youth is full of warmth. I wrote this in my blog. Yan said that Kwai and your friends will never complain about what they have done for you, and your blog will always be full of happiness. I gave a wry smile. Perhaps, no one will know how depressed I am these days without their company.
It's a pity that no one will spoil you all the time, so one day you will grow up and know how to spoil others. Well, I replied, even so, I will still remember those days when someone was injured, which was the sweetest close-up in my eyes.
Tong, after quietly reading the message above, finally said, Kwai, you are a girl worthy of cherishing, and you deserve to be spoiled. I still vaguely remember your smiling hand pulling me shopping, because a little thing chased a boy on campus and naively planned his future. The most unforgettable thing is your unbridled smile. ...
Tears rolled down my eyes, and I lay in bed quietly thinking, you know, how can I laugh so mercilessly without you? Who else can I rely on completely?
I don't know how long I can be spoiled like this, how long that happy girl can continue to be crazy, and how many people are willing to treat me as the simple girl before. I just want to cherish everyone who appears in my life and don't let the quiet life slip away. ...
Even if you are not a princess, even if it has nothing to do with the wind and rain, it is enough to have someone around you who cares.
There is a little sweetness in the vague memory,
Shallow sweetness makes me miss the past so much,
Many times ago, I vaguely remembered your smile.
The moment the breeze blows,
Dancing dandelions carry my attachment,
I am attached to the day when you were injured, how sweet I smiled in my dream,
In this way, a person's quiet memories ...
-P.S.
Memory composition 3 that smiling face is both familiar and unfamiliar; The back that once jumped has become lonely since that day; That sweet smile was replaced by crying ... you transferred to another school. For five years, you lived with us, and you didn't know how to cherish it until you lost it. By the time we realized it, you had left Class 62.
Remember how happy you used to be. Every time I see your figure shuttling on the playground and your sweet smile, everyone in the class will be happy. Every time I hear your beautiful singing, everyone will blend into your inner world and share this happiness with you. Now, we can't hear your singing or see your figure. We can only stand in the corner and take photos with you and the whole class. The whole campus seems to be eclipsed by your departure. If possible, I really want to be with you!
That winter, we came to this campus together. We all affectionately call you Sophia Kao, and you play games with your classmates. Many classmates are around you, hoping to play with you. Whether boys or girls, they always regard you as a leader and look at you with expectation. It's been six years, and it's not level 62, but you don't know Since you transferred to another school, there has been no spring in the whole school, no sunny spring. Everything has stopped, not only everything here, but also our memory of you. Come back and see us! See what changes we have and what changes you have.
At five o'clock that afternoon, I heard that you went back to school. We really regret not staying.
How is your life in your new school? I hope you can come back to see us often. My memory was fixed for you that day. Can you make it up tomorrow? We really miss you, Zhao.
I passed the old house where I lived as a child again.
Everything here has changed. But every time I pass by, I always look at it stupefied, and the door of memory opens. ...
"Little darling, come back for dinner!" I always say goodbye to my friends when I hear grandpa's shouts and fly home to wait for dinner. My family chatted at the dinner table, because my grandfather and I were happy no matter what we ate.
After dinner, I am very busy. I loved to play when I was a child. Simple furniture in the backyard is a happy paradise in my eyes. Climb to the top of the small warehouse from the rusty iron ladder in the corner, and shuttle between various plants flexibly like rabbits. I carefully avoided the thorny roses, aloe vera and itchy asparagus. Touch the petals of chrysanthemum and the fruit of pomegranate, and then shout, "Grandpa, come and find me in the back!" " ""hey-you are quick to hide! "My cat snickered in the flowers and covered her mouth. Grandpa picked me up from behind and stabbed me with stubble.
Recalling my childhood, I couldn't help walking into the old house step by step. Pushing open the creaking red lacquered wooden door, I walked into the back door and the door of memory.
The pomegranate tree in the backyard is a treasure in my eyes. Grandma told me that grandpa planted this pomegranate tree when I was born, and I took care of this little tree everywhere. I secretly threw away the leftover fruit; I drank half the soup, and I poured it; Bite a few bites of chicken leg, I quietly buried it at its feet ... I always say to the little tree: "My favorite little tree must bear a lot of fruit!" " "
Autumn, my favorite season. In mid-October, grandpa carefully picked the biggest and reddest pomegranate with his rough fingers, gently picked it like a baby and solemnly put it in my hand. Although pomegranate seeds are sour, they become very sweet because of grandpa's love.
I often ask my grandfather, "Who do you love most?" "Of course it's my little darling!" I will stubbornly say, "no, grandpa should love the little pomegranate tree more!" " "
The old house entrusted my childhood memories and gave me warmth.
Whenever the door of memory is opened, the old house always has the most memories, and grandpa always has the most memories. ...
There are many memories in a person's life, both painful and joyful. Usually, people who are proud of the spring breeze have little energy to recall the past that brought him pain; But a frustrated person, what he remembers most must be the joy and warmth of the past.
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Everyone hopes that beautiful things can be fixed in their own lives forever, like a bouquet of delicate and charming roses, blooming in every lonely night. However, the rings of life never stop for anyone-even for a short moment. Years cruelly run over our desires and dreams, leaving only something called memories to warm your tired heart occasionally.
Memory, it brings us more than just a moment of comfort and fantasy. Those long-gone memories that have been deliberately deepened again and again will always make you realize more clearly over and over again-I left gently, just as I came gently. In fact, we have long put the position of memories in memories. However, involuntarily, our entangled thoughts always stubbornly stare at and recall the gorgeous clouds in the sky! It is precisely because memory can dilute our pain and sadness today, and let us regain our passion and pursuit of life.
The world of mortals is rolling and bustling. In the days of fame and fortune, people can drink red bull when they are tired and sleepy. What if they are worried? Good memories are forever Du Kang! In the face of the life journey of "no wind and rain to hide, no bumps to walk", memories are the shade under the charming sun on the way forward! Take a nap under the green tree, not to escape, but to go further and further!
From the day we began to have clear memories, memories built their eternal nests in our minds until we lost them and came to the end of our lives. Whether we are poor or rich, happy or sad, it always stands faithfully on a humble branch of the memory tree, and keeps a close eye on our road when we come! Many times, we inadvertently forget the objective existence. When we were alone, we were inseparable, remember? The sunshine on the road behind us is closely with us. As long as we look back, she still gives us warmth and the strength of life.
Because of memories, we are grateful, warm and have no regrets in the hardships.
Recall composition 6 when blowing-Ruxin
When the first spring breeze from a small town blew, I set foot on a train to another big city. I don't know why, when I left this quiet place, a little pain came to my mind.
My dad transferred me here: new teaching building, new playground, new, new.
When I followed the new head teacher into the classroom, my mind was tied into a fast knot. I am a withdrawn girl. I have never opened my door to anyone. It doesn't matter to me where to go.
The head teacher's voice is sweet, as clear as dew rolling on the lotus leaf: "This is our new classmate, Su Ruxin, welcome!"
. Very warm.
I raised my drooping eyes and smiled stiffly. I was immediately attracted by a pair of eyes: brown eyes reflected clear luster, full of smiles and innocence. Are there really such innocent eyes in the world? I looked at my appearance: soft long hair, smiling lips like blooming buds, long eyelashes hiding big eyes, cute and beautiful, revealing an innocent atmosphere.
The teacher in charge looked at me and the girl and said thoughtfully:
"Su Ruxin, you sit next to Wen Yike!"
The girl stood up with a smiling face full of expectation.
I walked up to her and smiled at her.
Another week has passed. The early winter is almost halfway over. But on Saturday afternoon, pure white snowflakes floated unconsciously outside the window.
Although it is snowing lightly, looking at these falling snowflakes is like watching the Winter Dance Conference. My heart has been comforted, impetuous into peace, as if everything is still, only snowflakes are still flying.
Some snowflakes are like stars, emitting faint light; Some are like six-pointed stars, and I don't know which one is cut so finely.
Looking into the distance, everything becomes deserted and the wind is blowing; Not far away, a dance convention is still going on. In less than 30 minutes, Xiaoxue was fleeting and the dance conference ended successfully. But what it left was a lasting peace in my heart.
Memories are like songs, awakening the birds in dreams; Memories are picturesque, dotted with warm pictures; Memories are like poems, chanting colorful colors. Warm memories will never be forgotten.
The warm memories are like this. As long as there is more care and love in the world, every scene around us may become the warmest memory.
So, take action, warm memories will be scattered in every corner.
A friend once asked me, what would you do if a person's memory was only eight seconds? I didn't answer him because I really didn't know what was going on and thought he was joking. Until I left my hometown and went to Shenzhen; I left Shenzhen again and came to Huizhou, but I accidentally saw this knowledge on the Internet. Fish's memory is only eight seconds. When I saw it, my heart was suddenly touched. This fish has only eight seconds of memory. I wonder, if a fish has only eight seconds of memory, what will it remember in these eight seconds? Remember that blood is thicker than affection with relatives, or share life and death with your lover, or share weal and woe with your friends. Eight seconds can be relatively long, relatively short and even eternal. As long as you have it, why persist? I have been thinking about my friend's problems. What if my memory is only eight seconds?
Leave this familiar city and start wandering again. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but I just want to leave soon. I can't get rid of loneliness when I'm gone So sometimes I sit alone by Xizi Lake in Huizhou. The water molecules in the air on the lake are saturated, and I can hear the sound of colliding with each other. The afterwind of summer is blowing me, a stranger, forgetting the dizzy ripples on the river. My heart fell into the familiar picture with the ripples. I have had a good time in Huizhou these days. What about you? I hope you can live as well as before I left. At least at that time, I thought everyone was very happy and happy. Although we left each other with tears in our eyes when we left.
As for your memory, I should have left my hometown and came to Shenzhen until I left Shenzhen and came to Huizhou. I remember when I first came to Shenzhen, it seemed to be June. It was really sad at that time. Nobody knows me, and I don't know anyone. No one talks to me, and I don't communicate with anyone, because I'm afraid that when I open my mouth, my nonstandard Mandarin will cause others to laugh. Until, I met you, Class 9.
Along the way, up to now, people keep leaving us, including me. It's a pity that I can't shoot graduation photo with you. But in the last few days, I was really happy because we filmed graduation photo ourselves. Although it is not official, I am deeply gratified. Because when I miss you, I can at least take out my photos and smile at my mouth, so I won't dream of a strange place out of thin air.
Today, I still wear headphones to listen to songs every morning, but I always hum the song "Forever Picture" because it is the best testimony that we cried together; Every day after school, I will still open QQ and look at the familiar words we have said before in the group; Before going to bed every day, I will still open my classmate's book selected by myself, read it in my mind, and then go to bed, because I am afraid I will forget you after a long time. But I know very well that I can't forget it, just as you can't forget me. In fact, I am very satisfied now, really! I didn't leave with regret like other students, nor did I leave as simply as a classmate who dropped out of school. Because when I left, the class teacher specially held a farewell party. Under the music of the song "Forever Picture", she hugged each boy with tears and shook each girl's hand. Guess what? In fact, when I hugged you and shook hands with you, I was secretly laughing. Boy, when I hold you, I have put my heart in your heart. When I held your hand, my heart had already melted into your palm. You will never forget me in your life! I remember an article I once learned called; Snow in the palm of your hand But I didn't turn into snow, I turned into feelings. although
I was wearing red eyes. But I smiled in my heart.
Ruthless years carve us, like a piece of sandpaper polishing every corner. Actions and tears may be the last harvest of time. Let's rub the thin thread silently alone, laugh gently, or shed tears gently. Listening to the same music over and over again, thinking about different faces of different people, the notes jumped into my heart and played the clear touch in that memory. I found that I understood, and I understood the meaning of the question my friend asked me at first.
When I first entered Class 9, I was destined to grow up with you.
The second time, we experienced an unforgettable military training, which was the day when our friendship blossomed.
In the third second, I always remember everything in my hometown, but I forgot to cherish you at that time.
In the fourth second, we had a spring outing in the second day of junior high school, which brought us closer to each other's hearts. It makes me feel good to have you for the first time.
When the second sports meeting of the fifth session and the last sports meeting of the third grade made us realize the myth of the school playground. I really feel that nothing is impossible with you.
In the sixth second, after my father told me to transfer to Huizhou, I cried all night. What flashed before my eyes was the picture of parting.
In the seventh second, we bid farewell to the wonderful music and filmed graduation photo, which made me worth saving my life.
In the eighth second, I sat on the West Lake, blowing a strange wind and remembering the first seven seconds.
By the ninth second, I forgot. I just feel that there are few familiar figures around me, and the familiar sky is overhead.
Memory composition 9 Memory is like a ray of sunshine, which always makes people feel its warmth. Memory is like a drop of rain, which always makes people feel its sweetness. Memory is like a petal, which always makes people feel its fragrance.
Into the depths of memory, people will recall his warmth and sweetness. There is always a tall figure in my memory, pulling my little hand through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. When the storm comes, he is always the first to appear in front of me, shielding me from tens of thousands of storms with his bent body. In the depths of my memory, he always took my tender little hand with his rough big hand and walked on the country road. Feel the warmth of the sun, feel the freshness of the air, and feel the flowers beside the country road for a long time.
In my deep memory, that man spent my childhood with me. That tall figure will always appear in my mind from time to time, and there are pictures of me laughing and playing with that figure. The figure in my memory and the soldiers who accompanied me protected me by my side. When I was bullied, he always appeared in front.
Entering junior high school, I still can't forget that tall figure-my father. Every time I leave home, that man always won't let me look back. A few times, I quietly turned my head away. I only saw the handsome five-foot man, the one who shed tears is harder than leaving blood. I left hot tears in my eyes. Cry sadly from time to time.
Memories entered his mind and mine. May that tall figure grow with me forever.
The wind blows my face, and he will shine into my heart forever like sunshine. Will moisten my heart like rain and dew. Will be as fragrant as petals from time to time. Let me feel his sincere love for me with my heart.
There is no shortage of beauty in the world. The key is to have a pair of eyes for discovery. As long as you can look at the world with an optimistic attitude, the world is beautiful! When they found out, they went to the boy together and scolded him. Finally, Qin remanded him and asked him to apologize to me. It's as small as the buzz of a fly. Obviously, he doesn't want his father to know. Many proverbs appear before my eyes!