Written an essay on the day I miss the most

1. A 500-word essay on a day worth remembering

Everything in childhood is formed in youth and ignorance. It is this kind of youthful and ignorant thought that makes our Childhood becomes fun and memorable.

In childhood, there are many things worth remembering, many scandals, interesting anecdotes and other wonderful things that are worth looking for and recalling in our memory until we find the taste of childhood.

There is a popular saying nowadays: "Everything is just a cloud." But I don't think so. There are so many things worth remembering, what a wonderful thing it is! Why compare it to floating clouds? The clouds will disappear, but the memories will remain in my mind forever. I also know that the people who said these things were just joking, but I was just commenting on it.

We seem to want to thank our childhood for everything. It gives us a kind of cute and a little stupid memory in our memory. Everything is so beautiful and makes people endlessly daydream.

Thank you for your childhood's "charity" to us. Thank you for making our past more innocent, more pure and more childish and cute. This feeling is impossible to forget.

Everyone has interesting anecdotes in their childhood. These anecdotes are often mentioned by everyone, and they still make me laugh when I think about them. I laugh at my ignorance and childishness at the time. The innocence of the time. It also gives people a sense of sadness, because it is the long-lost ignorance, childishness and innocence. We can't say how mature we are now, but we should bid farewell to the childish age and never do such "silly" things again.

In any case, we all want to thank childhood, thank it for adding a touch of bright color to our lives; thank it for adding a bit of loveliness to our past; thank it for carrying a bit of love into our memories. Interesting.

Therefore, now is the day when "all the gods and horses are worth remembering". 2. A day worth remembering Composition

1Childhood is an unforgettable history.

Whenever I feel like I have nothing to do, I always go to the bookcase and look through it. One of my favorite books is my "Children's Growth Record Book". I ask my parents to Help me bind these books into a bound volume, which is now a history of childhood.

Open this book about the history of childhood, which includes the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty things in kindergarten. look! Zhang Shiyu is very caring about the group and contributed to the creation of natural corners for the class; Shiyu sometimes answered questions not loud enough and secretly threw away the food she didn’t want to eat; Shiyu started talking to her classmates after she reached the seventh group; Zhang Shiyu performed very well in origami and game literacy, and hopes to continue to work hard; Shiyu represented our class in the kindergarten story king competition and contributed to our class... These things make me feel that I was so noisy before? Was I really this kind of person before? When I saw that graduation photo, I felt that my previous happy life was really gone. We sisters really left. Why didn’t I make good use of the kindergarten? I often cried, made trouble not to go to kindergarten, and lost my temper. Now that I think about it, I really regret it.

I still remember one of the things that made my parents laugh the most: when I was about 4 years old, my mother took me to nursery school. I didn’t know anything at that time and was curious about the word “nursery school”. , so I excitedly pulled my mother to the door of the nursery. The teacher at the nursery was very enthusiastic about me. However, after a while, my mother left. I wanted to cry without my mother beside me. When I was at a loss, the teacher had already asked us to take a nap.

I felt frightened and uneasy, and burst into tears in an instant. I cried for a whole day. After school, I was waiting for my mother at the door, and I kept crying. When my mother came, and saw me like this, she cried. He comforted me and said, "We won't come tomorrow, be good." So, I only went to daycare for one day.

Childhood is a book that can never be finished. This book contains many interesting, happy, sad and unforgettable things.

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2 Childhood life is like a colorful dream, which makes people nostalgic and longing for. Every interesting thing that happened in childhood life Things often bring me into beautiful memories, and I will tell you about them below.

At that time, our family was still living in Honggui Mountain, and these two things happened in Honggui Mountain. .When the autumn wind swept away the last yellow leaf, winter came in a hurry. Followed by the white snow, the snowflakes gradually fell to the ground, and the ground seemed to be covered with a white gauze. At this time Dad asked me to go out. When I saw it, ah! marvelous! It turned out that my father made a snowmobile for me. I got on the snowmobile with excitement. My father pushed me from behind, pushing me very fast. The wind was blowing, and I was sitting on the snowmobile and playing. I was working hard, and suddenly I saw a stone in front of me, and I shouted: "Be careful!" Dad pushed too hard and didn't react. The car was suddenly stuck by the stone, and I rolled and fell to the ground. Dad I quickly ran over and said with concern: "***, are you okay?!" I got up from the snow angrily. As soon as I raised my head, my father burst out laughing. I said angrily: "What's wrong, what's so funny!" "Dad said with a smile: "Your face is covered with snow, and your nose is red from the cold, like a big snowman." I quickly got the snow off my face and chased my father. .

Another time, I didn’t want my dad to push me to play all the time. I also wanted to push my dad, but after my dad sat on me, I couldn’t push him. In the end, I used all my strength. , with a fierce push, I fell to the ground. Where is dad? He was unprepared and fell to the ground. My father and I both turned into big snowmen, and we burst out laughing in unison.

Childhood, childhood has passed, and we must remember this beauty. It is really unique to savor the joy of childhood when you grow up.

3 Interesting Things in Childhood

I remember that when I was six years old, I was still ignorant at that time. , I believed whatever the adults said, and of course I made a lot of jokes.

When I was a child, I liked to eat beef. My uncle fried a plate of beef. I looked at the beef and drooled. My uncle said, "Children can't eat beef. If they eat beef, they will turn into cows. I thought to myself: It's not worth it to eat beef and turn into cows." After listening to my uncle's words, I saw my uncle eating big mouthfuls. I was worried about my uncle, for fear of it. My uncle turned into a cow. After a few days, my uncle didn't turn into a cow. I was happy for my uncle and thought: Your Excellency is strong."

Another time, my uncle fried a plate of beef. It was golden brown and had an attractive aroma. I I secretly grabbed one, put it in my mouth, and ran to the room to wait for it to turn into a cow. Suddenly, I waited for an hour and still didn’t turn into a cow. One day, two days. I still didn’t turn into a cow. I thought my uncle was lying to me. ,

From this incident, I learned that you have to try everything to know the real result. 3. A 700-word essay on a day worth remembering

It happened on the tenth day of the first lunar month 5. At the invitation of my friends, I got the "travel order" after consulting with my mother (actually, if my father was at home, the chance of going out would be reduced to 0.0001%), so I walked out of the door surrounded by my friends. Just as we were still exhausted When I was thinking about what game to play, I suddenly noticed an uncle on the roadside who was trying to light a firework. Driven by curiosity, we all rushed to line up in a line fifty meters away. At this time, I really wanted to express myself in front of everyone, so I said: "The distance is too far, who can see it? "Then I ran to a place less than ten meters away from where the fireworks were set off. But when I looked back, no one else dared to take a step forward. I became so proud that I didn't pay any attention to the fireworks that had started to set off. In fact, I also I don’t know what happened, but a firework bomb hit the corner of my eye. It was really dangerous. Although it didn’t hit my eye, a lot of blood flowed from the injured area. When my mother heard my friends After screaming, I hurriedly came out to see what happened. When I found me covering my left eye, I vaguely saw a line of tears flowing from my mother's eyes. My mother didn't bother to wipe away the tears and gently took my hand away. Holding my hand covering my eyes, I asked with a choked voice: "How are you? Did you hit your eyes..." At this time, I couldn't feel whether I was hit, so I kept shaking my head, and my tears began to flow unconsciously. It leaked out. Does anyone know whether it was because of my own impulse or my own misfortune? When I could clearly see the real thing, I was already in the hospital, with many odors rushing into my nose. I looked around and saw my mother buying medicine for me. , I looked at my watch and saw that it was already 11 o'clock. After buying the medicine, my mother picked me up and took a taxi back home. After I got home, she kept asking me if it hurt. In fact, a few minutes after the blow, I really didn’t feel anything after applying the medicine, but it hurt so much after applying the medicine. It was probably the sterilization. I had to put my hand on my eye socket to relieve the pain a little, but the sharp pain in the corner of my eye was something I had never felt before. I suffered the most serious torture. Maybe my mother saw the pain on my expression and said, "Go to sleep quickly and don't think about it, otherwise it will get more and more painful." In fact, it was me running around all night. I was very tired by the end, so I lay down gently on the bed, for fear of accidentally touching the wound. But when I looked back, my mother was still beside the bed. I said to her: "Mom, you are tired too, go to bed quickly." ! "Unexpectedly, my mother smiled and said it didn't matter. After saying that, she straightened my quilt and covered my quilt with a piece of clothing beside the bed. At this time, I was very moved and tears welled up in my eyes again... Family love is The snow on the top of the mountain is simple but eternal; family love is the flowing water at the bottom of the river, gentle but long; family love is the sunset on the sea, lingering but gorgeous; family love is the ancient inscription, vague but eternal! Time and space weave the most beautiful rainbow in life.

4. Write a 400-word essay with the title My Favorite Day

My Favorite Day

We are studying the chapter "Year, Month, Day" in mathematics. In a math class, the teacher asked the students which day of the month they liked best and why? Some students answered that they like Children's Day, and they can receive many blessings; some students said that they like their birthdays, and they can get many gifts; some students said that they like the New Year, and they can get new clothes and lucky money... The teacher asked me Which day do I like? I replied loudly: "I like February 11th because that day is my mother's birthday." The teacher praised me and said, "You are such a filial son. Your mother must be very happy." After hearing this, the teacher praised me. If so, I love my mother even more.

Yes, there are so many days in a year when we should remember our mother’s birthday the most. In other festivals, our mother prepares it for us, letting us eat as much as we want, wear as much as we want, and play as much as we want... No matter how tired we are, our mother will never say a word. She has broken her heart for us. Shouldn’t we remember that? Celebrating mom’s birthday? I usually make a birthday card for my mother a few days before her birthday and write my best wishes. On my birthday, I got up early in the morning and said "Happy Birthday" to my mother, and bought some delicious food for my mother with my father. Seeing my mother happy, I felt very comfortable.

Classmates, let us all remember our mother’s birthday, okay? Mother is the person who should be cherished the most. 5. Composition on the topic of nostalgia

Nostalgia for the past

The past is forever past, but the future will also become the past. However, the past days are gone forever, and the past events of *** are unforgettable for me. Every time I think about it, I feel slightly excited!

It was an afternoon two years ago. I was in Majiazhou Paradise, determined to challenge the limit and break through the courage of ordinary people!

"Extreme Speed" echoed in front of my eyes, and I dove into the crowd. The ticket seller explained, I bought the ticket and got into the huge and fast car. One person drives alone!

My heart was pounding, and as soon as I stepped on the accelerator, the car suddenly rushed forward, ha! It was so exciting. In an instant, I finally found the feeling. My feet hardened and I stepped on the bottom. As soon as the accelerator came down, I flew forward like a bird!

Unexpectedly, when I was enjoying the joy of speeding, a two-person car hit me from behind. I was about to hit the car before it was too late, and suddenly I started drifting rapidly, one wave after another. rise! The rear of my car was about to hit the wall. I stepped on the emergency brake, stepped on the accelerator, rushed behind the "Black Claw", took a shortcut, and caught the man off guard!

I played four times and was hit twice, and the "bad guy" was caught off guard three times. Recalling the high-speed wall collision just now, I felt a surge of admiration for myself!

Walking towards the center of the park, I looked down on many of the fun activities, so I looked at the map "Skyscraper Change Car"! ah! What an impressive name! I went looking for a picture. Shocking screams were heard in the distance. I hurried over and saw a large iron ring nearly two stories high with a wheel on it and a protective seat above it that could seat ten people. I saw the screams of men and women spinning 360 degrees in the air, so I bought a ticket and challenged my courage *** ***.

My uneasy mood finally came out, and I hesitantly got on the "car". Unexpectedly, as soon as I sat down, I heard a cry - it turned out to be started! I saw the "car" swinging left and right, not as dangerous as before. Unexpectedly, we turned around in a circle for the second time. It felt like the soul was out of the body, the whole body was relaxed, and there were no distracting thoughts. We just wanted to get down.

After three terrifying spins, I screamed with joy as I waved to the people on the ground, talking nonsense to them, along with lots of screaming! After a while, I finally went home satisfied!

Go back to the past and retain your innocence! Although I am impatient, it is a pity that this is a challenge that I may never forget!

I miss the past and can never come back again. I am still the same as before - recalling these two "different kinds of ***". 6. Essay A Day Worth Remembering 600 words

May 12th is Nurses’ Day, but it is also a day when China once again loses more Chinese people.

At 14:28 in the afternoon on this day, a magnitude 8.0 earthquake occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan. This earthquake was unprecedented in China and was more severe than the Tangshan earthquake.

In this earthquake, many people (mostly students) in Wenchuan, Sichuan were trapped under the rubble. Seeing this scene, everyone felt worried and sad for them. During this earthquake, many touching stories were conveyed.

When the rescue workers found her, she was already dead. She was crushed to death by the collapsed house. Her death posture could be seen through the gaps in the pile of rubble, with her knees on her knees. The entire upper body is prostrate forward, with both hands on the ground to support the body, somewhat like the ancients kneeling in worship, but the body is deformed by the pressure, which looks a bit weird.

The rescuers reached in through the gap in the ruins and confirmed that she was dead. They shouted at the ruins a few more times and knocked on the bricks with a crowbar, but there was no response from inside. When the crowd reached the next building, the rescue team leader suddenly ran back, shouting "Come here quickly" while running. He came to her body again, struggled to put his hand into the woman's body and groped underground. He touched it a few times and shouted loudly, "There is a child, and he is still alive."

After a lot of efforts, people carefully cleared away the rubble that was blocking her. Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 years old. He was only one month old. Because his mother's body protected him, he was unharmed. When he was taken out, he was still sleeping quietly. His sleeping face made everyone present feel warm. The accompanying doctor came over to untie the quilt and prepare to do some examinations. He found a mobile phone stuffed under the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the phone and found a text message that had been written on the screen: "Dear baby, if you can live, You must remember that I love you." The doctor, who was used to seeing people separated from each other, shed tears at this moment. As the message was passed on through his mobile phone, everyone who saw the message shed tears.

This story made me cry again and again. This mother sacrificed herself for her children. There were many touching stories like this in this earthquake. Whenever I see these stories, I can’t help but cry. I shed tears, and now I realize how "fragile" a girl I am, no matter what I encounter, I will always cry.

This day - May 12th, let us remember it forever! In our hearts, every disaster is an injury to us.

As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world. Let us join hands and create a beautiful home together.

Remember this day forever, this day when China once again lost its sons and daughters! 7. Write an essay based on the day I long for most. Thank you, brothers and sisters.

I have never paid attention to you before, until now, I have been waiting for a long time; I can only, on that day We are close to each other, and this is where a beautiful life begins.

The fluorescent lamps in the classroom are still working tirelessly. Warm light shines on your classmates. As usual, I stood quietly outside the window and watched you silently.

Do you know, watching you cry, watching you smile, walking through the four seasons of life, your smile is in my mind, and it is a smile that will never be erased in my brain at that moment. Sunshine, afraid of wrinkling your heart, has two very bright stars. But you know nothing; watching you concentrate on doing math problems.

But. I remember that I once asked myself a very simple question: Why do people live? I hope to meet you on the road, at the intersection; to chat slowly when we are old... I want to send you home, my home is far away from school, my brain A blank... When everything quietly changes with the passage of time? Now I finally know the answer: people live for love.

I have thought about it for a long time. I don’t want to leave my dazzling name in the long river of human history; even if I grow old slowly with you / collect every little smile along the way /, you will still be with me. I am as diligent as ever, but I am very disappointed. I can only look at you quietly like this and feel you strongly. Every time I meet you, my heart always beats excitedly. I got the answer from your classmate: You left early. Already? I'm so happy! Did you know? We often sit alone, just like a song says, we support each other and have no regrets, even though your home is very close to the school. Occasionally, a person hurriedly passed by and I gasped.

Do you know, I am afraid, afraid that you will be angry, afraid of disrupting your life, I only hope and look forward to that one day, they will shine on each other with their own brilliance, and they will merge into each other. In this harmonious light. At that moment, even though the direction you were going home was opposite to the direction I was going home, even though you said no? You are so innocent and kind, as white as a flawless jade, and you can’t care about so much. I live there, and I am eager to understand your world, to open this door, to face you in person, and to fly all the way. , the whizzing car passed by, watching you blink; watching you frown, watching you smooth the long hair around your ears.

There is a door between us. When you live here, you cannot feel my presence. Do you know, I am inexplicably happy, I can only look at you quietly, I can only bury this hazy feeling, that intoxicating, sincere, smile full of happiness, so I also laugh too, is it happiness? Is it sad? I really want to see the stars with you, in the sky! Come on, classmate, I stopped, the dim street lamp stood there quietly, buried deeply, but you didn't come out. I waited for a long time, you are not afraid of leaving by yourself, but I still want to see you off.

I know you like to study in the classroom for a while after school before leaving, so I stood far away and waited until you came out and then "happened" to walk with you that time. I only want to be with my most beloved person, but I can’t: I can think of the most romantic thing/, my heart suddenly became heavy and became a unique scene, I am still looking forward to the day I look forward to most. It was night, but you still didn't come out. I couldn't help it, so I plucked up the courage to look for you anxiously. It was windy and rainy, very quiet, and very deep. 8. Please write an essay on the title "My most unforgettable day"

My most unforgettable day

Every day of mine is almost like an orderly arrangement of little Grass is ordinary and tasteless. But there is a towering tree among the grass. That was my most unforgettable day.

I have had a wish since I was a child, which is to travel in the wild.

Whenever I see on TV, children are happily traveling. I'm very envious. The reason why I really want to travel in the wild is not just because I am playful, but because I have been the apple of my father's and mother's eyes since I was born. My father and mother love me very much, but this kind of love makes me feel tired... At my repeated request, my father and mother agreed that my sister and I would go on a wild trip together, but also agreed that they would not go with me. But you have to make a three-part agreement with me. Chapter 1 of the Agreement: Return home before 7 o'clock. Chapter 2 of the Promise: Listen to your sister. Chapter 3 of the agreement: Don’t talk casually to strangers. I agreed to these three requests. "Your sister will pick you up at 8 o'clock tomorrow." Mom said.

The next day I got up very early because I was so excited. I opened the door, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt relaxed and happy. It really echoes the saying, "Get up early with three lights, get up late with three panics." I waited and waited, but I couldn't wait for my sister. When I looked at my watch, it was only 6:30. I got up too early...I looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally my sister came. I was like a bird released from prison, flying in the car. My sister saw that I was carrying a big backpack and wanted to see what was in it. I winked mysteriously and told the secret.

"Where are we going? Is it a dense forest or a vast grassland?" The car was driving on the bumpy road, and a series of questions came to my mind, wondering where we would go later. Place to go. The car swayed and shook me into sleep.

"Get up! Little lazy boy!" My sister pushed me hard. I lazily asked, "Are you here yet?" My sister said helplessly, "You can't see for yourself!" I rubbed my sore eyes and stretched myself out of the car. I was stunned immediately. Isn’t this the forest I most want to visit? There were flowers, plants and trees everywhere, and I suddenly felt extremely open-minded. I ran everywhere, making my sister out of breath chasing me. (Wanjing Literature)

Before I knew it, it was lunch time.

My sister spread a beautiful piece of floral cloth on the ground and chose to have lunch by a stream. My sister took out a lot of delicious food that she had prepared in advance. I frowned and said, "How can this be considered a picnic? Look at me!" I picked up some wooden sticks and built them into a "reverse funnel shape", and took out the small pot I had prepared in advance and fixed it on the "reverse funnel" Next, I found a longer wooden stick, sharpened one end, broke off a small piece of bread from my sister, and threw it into the creek.

I stared at the stream intently, and suddenly several fish swam over. I stabbed them with lightning speed, like a small fish. "I got it! I cheered happily." "What a fisherman!" my sister said with a smile. "Master Wang Yangping will perform next, fresh fish soup!" I said funny. My sister also learned to say, "Okay! Now let me, the master, show off my skills!" "Great! We can have fresh fish soup for lunch!" We were full, and the forest was always filled with our laughter... …

The sky gradually darkened, and we reluctantly left the forest.

This is my day, a day that I will remember endlessly and unforgettably! 9. Write a 600-word primary school essay with the title "Nostalgia"

Unforgettable primary school life

The life in primary school has passed, and the beautiful friendship is about to disintegrate! I really can't bear to part with our happy class. To be honest, in these six years, I have cried, laughed, been moved, and succeeded... Half of my childhood has flown by, and these memories of growing up on campus will be firmly remembered in each of our lives. In the human heart, it will be hidden deep in the memory of each of us!

Six years ago, as a first-grade student, I entered a brand-new elementary school. 6 years ago, I was still young! He is a child that worries teachers and parents. I cry all day long and say I won’t go to school. I won’t read or listen to classes unless my parents sit next to me for a long time! Looking back on how childish I acted in the past, not bad! That was childhood, but now I have grown up and am no longer the disobedient "little kid" I used to be! Time flies, and the years fly by. In the blink of an eye, six years of primary school life has flown by like a rocket. Now, I am about to graduate, and I am about to leave my dear alma mater. When I left my alma mater, my heart was filled with deep nostalgia. Every teacher in the school! I will never forget your kind eyes and your sincere teachings. It is you who use your sweat to nurture our happy growth, and it is you who use the rain of knowledge to nourish our hearts that are thirsty for knowledge. Thank you for giving me knowledge! ... In these six years, through the hard work of the teachers, I not only learned the knowledge in the book, but also laid a solid foundation of learning, and also understood a lot of principles of life.

Never forget, my dear teachers and classmates! I will never forget the friendship between us, let alone the time we spent together day and night. Looking back, it was a colorful life! Six years of campus life, our time together! Every morning, students arrive at school on time for morning reading for the whole class; when the morning exercise bell rings, all the students in the school quickly stand up and go downstairs in order; during class, students listen carefully and actively raise their hands to speak; after school, on the playground It is an active part of the sports activities of the students. After school, the students will occasionally put their arms around each other! ...The annual sports meeting tug-of-war is even more exciting. In this sport, the cheers and cheers of the students on the sidelines are deafening. The players on the field abide by the rules, strive for first place, and adhere to the principle of friendship first, competition second, as if a mini Olympics is being held. This is the campus life I am familiar with.

I will never forget the help my classmates gave me, and I will never forget the friendship between me and my classmates. I will never forget the time when I did activities and played with my classmates and teachers. Now, we are about to separate, about to go our separate ways, about to leave. I will never forget you!

Ah! What a wonderful primary school life, how much happiness and harvest you brought me, I will never forget it! I hope you will always remember our happy time together. I can't bear to leave our happy class. I will bury these memories that I have never grown up on campus deep in my memory until I can never forget them... 10. With Write an essay with the title "This Day"

It is said that if you find a thread, braid a button, and tie a knot, it will last forever. I am willing to tie three thousand knots just to keep this day.

Today, there are still 52 students in this classroom, but some things have changed. The classrooms that I once hated have become particularly nostalgic, and the campus that I once thought was crowded has become lovable, just because today is a special day - the last day of our junior high school career.

I used to think that meeting is for separation, but when I think back to the meeting three years ago, and the three years of getting along, facing today’s separation, I can’t wave my hands and say goodbye as coolly as before. Three years, What is quietly changing?

When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I once said that after these last two hundred days, please let me go. But when this day actually came, I couldn’t move my feet anymore. What was holding me back from leaving? , what is it that binds the heart that should have left? It’s everything in the past three years, laughter and tears, success and failure, gain and sacrifice...

Thinking of the last scene of the high school entrance examination, the ending *** tragically crossed the sky of the junior high school, and was packed away numbly Good things leave the examination room. Looking up at the sky, there are no traces of flying birds. In a trance, I see a happy smiling face, frozen in the sky with the blue sky as the background. Looking back on three years of hard work, I feel a little aggrieved and don’t know where to start; I feel a little tearful, but I never shed it.

Looking at the friends around me, the faces were already wide open, telling words that were difficult to leave, and suddenly I found that I was happy, because in the three years of junior high school, so many friends have been with me. around. And he is with every sadness, every happiness, and every inch of my growth. Looking back, my footprints have always been with theirs, never separated, spreading into an endless trajectory.

Will today's separation herald our future encounters, and will time still send us together? Will we still be familiar with each other when we meet again? Can our memories stay on this day and never be separated?

I have thought about today countless times, whether to wave goodbye firmly and say goodbye, whether to talk and laugh and promise to see you again in a few years, or whether to cry silently until dawn. But when the day actually came, I found that everything was different from what I imagined. I wanted to laugh, but it was more uncomfortable than crying. I raised my hands and couldn't say goodbye.

There is nowhere to shed tears, mixed with souvenirs and lingering thoughts.

On the last day, we do Gou Gou, and always remember, we walk together!