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Sweet memories
"Come on, come on!" In the autumn wind, the students waved their arms, leaned forward and shouted for me. This stems from the sports meeting that shocked me for a long time.
I was in grade five in that sports meeting. With the encouragement of my classmates, I signed up for 800 meters for the first time. With the falling autumn leaves, my thin body like autumn leaves appeared on the runway.
The autumn wind gave me the shouts of my classmates. Standing on the runway, my heart seemed to have something to rely on. It was a faint dependence, but it made my heart a lot more solid. Inadvertently, a calm smile appeared on my face, and the shouts of my classmates became louder. ...
"bang!" Qiāng's relentless roar broke the silence of that moment in autumn, and the world in front of him was spinning rapidly, only the gentle and shocking voice in my ear echoed in my heart for a long time. I am tired and want to give up, but every time my heart cries, it gives me the courage to wander in this field full of strength and courage, and the end point is becoming clearer and clearer in my hope. ...
"A record!" The bright red finish line came into my sight, and the audience boiled instantly, and the broadcast boiled. The students embraced together, and the sweat and tears melted together. Suddenly, I felt that friendship was so sweet, and I felt the shocking warmth and strength before making a brave choice. The creator of all this is friendship, touching friendship!
I suddenly stopped to think, but the sweetness never changed. The sunset has dyed the sky red, and my heart seems to be rippling in an instant-life adds a layer of color to memories, and memories are sweeter. ...
Sweet memories Time goes by, but what remains is memories.
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There was such a memory, as long as you feel it with your heart, you can feel the warmth.
There was once a girl who worked hard for one person and persisted in everything.
That man is the one she admires, likes and loves most. That girl admires her level, likes her gentleness and loves her, because she is an elder and a teacher. ...
That girl, because she worships her too much, studies very hard and works very hard every day ... At that time, the girl didn't know where she was in the heart of the person she admired and liked, but she knew that if she worked so hard to do everything, the girl would definitely get her approval and love.
Come to class every day, she has never been distracted and has been so serious.
Girls go to see her every day. Sometimes, a girl just wants to hear her voice ... you can imagine how much girls like her!
I don't know whether she likes that girl or not. As long as you see a girl, you are gentle with her, and sometimes you play jokes on her. Girls will be very happy.
I remember once, she had a heart-to-heart talk with a girl. Although the girl is very nervous, she likes it, because she feels that being with someone she appreciates is the happiest, and she will cherish it.
She said that if her admirers paid a little attention to her, she would be happy all day … because her emotions were completely controlled by her admirers. Without her, the girl will be sad to death …
However, things are not as expected. ...
Because, after a long time, this girl has changed, and she is no longer as simple and lovely as before. However, after a long time, this memory will never be forgotten ... When a girl thinks of these things again, her mouth will always tilt slightly ... slowly immersed in this sweet memory. ...
Sweet Memories In my childhood, there was a stupid thing that I will never forget.
That was when I was in second grade. In the hot summer vacation, my parents and I went to visit my grandparents. It happened that my little cousin Gary was there. As soon as he saw me, he said happily, Brother, let's play hide and seek. My sister suggested: OK, I agreed. Soon, all the adults went out to do business, and only Gary and I were left at home.
We were having a good time, and several mosquitoes circled around us. Soon, my sister's legs and arms were covered with big red envelopes, which made her itch and I was bitten by mosquitoes. what can I do? Hey, my little cousin Gary suddenly had a good idea. Whenever an adult is drunk, he will lie in bed and sleep. If we drink, mosquitoes will bite, but they won't.
In this way, we can play without being bitten by mosquitoes. This is a way to kill two birds with one stone. Thinking of this, my sister Jia Rui hurried to the kitchen, opened the cupboard, saw a bottle of wine, carefully took it out, unscrewed the lid and drank a few mouthfuls. Hmm! It tastes really good. My sister handed me the wine again, and I took a few sips in one breath. We started playing and playing. My sister said to me, "Brother, my face is hot and I want to sleep. I helped you sleep. Just after I went to bed, my sister fell asleep. I also feel hot on my face and walk around as if I were walking on clouds. " I can't keep my eyes open.
After a while, grandma. Grandpa came back and didn't call us when he saw that we were sleeping soundly. When we woke up, we told grandma everything we did. Grandma smiled and said, "How could you two silly children be drunk by mosquitoes? Mozzie is not drunk, but you two children are. You are really two big fools. Look at the stupid thing you did.
I will still think of this stupid thing, which is ridiculous. I didn't know how Gary came up with this childish idea at that time.
Sweet memories Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you. When I was doing my homework, I suddenly heard some melodious and crisp songs from the people next door, imagining their lively and happy birthday pictures, and I couldn't help but relax a lot. In their songs, I saw that day again.
On that day every year, I get up early and wake up, unable to hold back my inner excitement and excitement, and quickly put on new clothes. But I never expected my grandparents to get up earlier than me, only to see them busy in the kitchen.
I crept up behind them and patted them on the back. Who knows my grandmother didn't even look up and knew it was a smart card. She smiled and said, Happy birthday, granddaughter! After I received the blessing, I joked: Have fun together!
After breakfast, grandpa went to our garden to pick fresh vegetables; Grandma is tidying up the dishes in the kitchen; Mom cleans in the restaurant; Dad is washing vegetables. One by one orderly, busy.
Time is leisurely in the evening, and the moon slowly climbs to the top of the tree. I wandered around the kitchen like an inspector. Mom cooks hot dishes and grandma cooks cold dishes. I want to taste a few mouthfuls first and enjoy them slowly, which is higher than the salary of the taster!
Dad went to the store to get the cake back, and the dishes of both chefs were ready. Ha ha! My mouth is watering when I smell the fragrance, and I can finally feast my eyes! Eat cake first. After I opened the box, the attractive cream smell came to my face and made me feel refreshed. I was deeply intoxicated by it, and I didn't come to my senses until my father inserted a candle and made a wish for me. After making a wish silently, I put on my birthday hat and watched my family sing "Happy Birthday" for me. I was very satisfied and blew out the candle gently.
Cut the cake! My thoughts were suddenly dragged back. Listening to the laughter of the family next door, I couldn't help laughing. Looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, a warm current welled up in my heart.
Sweet memories of childhood, like a sailing boat, have left many sweet memories.
One summer vacation, my father decided to take my colleagues and me camping in wu yun zhen. I heard from my father that there is a river and we can camp by it. Across the river is the Russian border. Every morning, Russians go fishing by the river. Hearing this, I am very excited and full of expectations.
When I came to the river in wu yun zhen, I saw green hills all around, green grass and flowers in full bloom. The river is as clear as a mirror, reflecting all the scenery on the shore. If you want to camp, the first thing to solve is the tent. Speaking of setting up a tent, this is my first attempt, and I'm a little nervous. At this time, my father seemed to see through my mind and said to me, "Never mind, don't worry, I'll teach you." Then he taught me by hand. The humble tent has finally been set up, and I am extremely proud to see the tent built by myself.
As night falls, a crescent moon leans against the treetops, and stars twinkle in the quiet sky. My father, uncles and aunts and I came to a cornfield, picked some golden corn and baked it in the oven. Soon, sweet corn grew out. I picked up a corn and took a bite. Wow, it's so sweet. A sweet smell fills my mouth. As the night grew dark, my father turned on the music, my aunts danced with the beautiful music, and I joined in and danced happily.
The next morning, a ray of sunshine shone into my tent and woke me up while I was sleeping. The air in the morning is particularly fresh and mixed with the smell of grass. It suddenly occurred to me that my father said that Russians would come to fish in the morning, so I immediately got up and opened my tent and ran to the river. Sure enough, a Russian was fishing in a boat on the river. The morning sun shines on the river, causing scale waves, like jumping diamonds. The cheerful song of seagulls came from my ear, which was really beautiful.
That pleasant experience was sealed in a photo album of memories. Beautiful riverside scenery, romantic and magical nights, morning songs written by fishing boats and flying seagulls are all so beautiful and moving. Every time I think about it, my heart will be full of sweet taste. ...
Sweet memories 6 Today, I accidentally opened the photo album and looked at the picture of me holding a certificate and being happy. My memory instantly returned to the happiest day three years ago.
I remember that it was my first Children's Day after primary school, and the school held a speech contest.
As soon as I entered the school gate that morning, I saw that the campus was full of colorful flowers, colorful balloons decorated the stage beautifully, and the students wore beautiful new clothes and sat quietly in the venue, waiting for the game to start. In the cheerful singing, the game began. I sat nervously in my chair and looked at the manuscript over and over again. After a while, when I heard the host announce my name, I put down my manuscript and hurried onto the stage. When I stood on the stage to prepare my speech, I found that the microphone was too high, but I boldly held out my little hand and took it down. Seeing so many leading teachers and classmates in the audience, I want to give them a team salute first, but I don't know which hand to use. Finally, I saluted everyone with my left hand, and later I realized that I was wrong. Everyone in the audience looked at me with a smile, and my heart gradually calmed down. Then I made a speech with a deep feeling voice ... After my speech, there was warm applause at the venue, and several teachers and classmates gave me thumbs up. After the game, the host read my name again, but the difference was that there was a "first place". Holding the certificate of the first prize, I smiled happily. With a click, the teacher left that moment in the photo forever.
Although it has been three years since this incident, in retrospect, I still seem to be immersed in the happiness at that time.
Sweet Memories 7 Memories are like a piece of candy, sweet in your mouth.
Every time I see the tall trees on the roadside, I can't help but think of that small house that is not luxurious.
I lived with my grandmother when I was a child. At that time, I always felt that my grandmother's arms were the warmest, and I always asked her to help me plant flowers and grass. What impressed me the most was the string poplar.
"Jia Jing, grandma got a bunch of poplars. Let's plant it together. " Grandma smiled and said to me.
Grandma specially planted a small bunch of poplars beside the tall poplars and said to me earnestly, "Jia Jing, this bunch of poplars is like you, and that one is like me. You will grow up one day, like a bunch of poplars, and I will be old, like an poplar. "
"Then I'll string poplars and never grow up!"
"Why?"
"So grandma will never get old!"
Grandma paused when she heard this, and then changed into a string of tears. Every drop falls on the string of poplar, and every drop falls on the heart of poplar.
However, day after day, the string of poplar trees grows taller and taller, almost higher than poplar trees.
Finally, one day, that bunch of poplars is much taller than poplars, and its leaves are thicker than poplars, which looks like a big green umbrella from a distance. I cried and cried for grandma to cut down the string of poplars, and grandma spread out her hands and looked helpless. "What can I do? How can I cut that string of poplars so high? "
"no! I don't want my grandmother to get old! "
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Memories are like a piece of candy, which you can't bear to swallow and spit out.
Sweet memories My birthday is April 2 1 day. On this day, my mother and father will cook a delicious dinner for me, and sometimes I will invite many friends to play at home and share this happiness with me. Every time I celebrate my birthday, I will think of an unforgettable memory ...
On my eighth birthday, my parents racked their brains for my birthday present. One day, they finally couldn't help asking me, "Xinxin, what do you want for your birthday?" I wanted an expensive toy, but I was afraid they wouldn't buy it for me, so I hesitated, but I said it quietly.
The next morning, my mother went to see toys. When she came back, they said to me, "Xinxin, the toy you want is too expensive and not very practical. I heard from the salesman that there is a toy that is cheaper than him and has the same function. " I'm not happy when I hear it. I said loudly, "No, no, I want that toy."
Before my birthday, my parents and I discussed it many times and asked me to buy that cheap and practical toy, but I always replied, "I want that toy."
On my birthday, my parents really bought me the toys I wanted, and my birthday passed happily.
That night, I was about to go to bed when I heard my parents talking in the room. I went to lie prone at the door of my bedroom and heard my parents discussing this month's expenses. It turns out that this month's expenses are very tight because there are no extra expenses at home and such expensive gifts are needed. They are discussing how to save and reverse the situation in the next few days. ...
Hearing this, I couldn't help crying. ...
Today is April 2 1 day, and the curtain of memory is once again opened. The love my parents gave me, like a cup of sweet milk, always warmed me and moved me. The sweet taste will never be forgotten.
Sweet memories Each of us had a wonderful childhood. In a beautiful childhood, we will meet happy things. As long as we have enough courage to face them, we will certainly pass.
I remember that when I was in kindergarten, I was only five or six years old. The school organized a small drum team to prepare the June 1 program in kindergarten. I was young and didn't know what "tired" was, so I cried and asked my mother to sign me up. My mother told me: "I can't say I'm tired after the rehearsal!" " I said confidently, "No."
When the kindergarten started rehearsing, I was sent to the front drummer. I was happy, but I was a terrible drummer. I can't go home until ten or eleven every day. I am so tired that I sweat profusely every day. As soon as I got home, I lay in bed and accused my mother: "It's too difficult to beat a drummer. I can't go home until this late every day. I should have known earlier. " Help my mother out of bed, put my head on his shoulder, touch my face and say, "who made you feel tired when you first signed up?" It's okay. You can stick to it with your teeth. " I just nodded and said nothing.
Sure enough, there are many things to grind, and after drumming, I can't play well and there is no place to put a stick. I have been listening to the teacher's guidance and teaching myself. I didn't make any mistakes, and I was recognized by my mother and teachers.
On June 1 day, I didn't make any mistakes under the gaze of countless pairs of expectant eyes. When I successfully finished the performance, my mother standing in a corner gave me a thumbs-up sign.
Sweet memories are actually the happiness of childhood harvest, and the fruits of hard work are really beautiful memories.
10 sweet memories of childhood, how wonderful.
When I was a child, many brothers and sisters played with me at my grandmother's house. At that time, when the bright moon appeared in the sky, our game began.
Although the bright moon is in the sky, there are always some dark places to hide. So, we played hide and seek. After the little sister was blindfolded, we crept to find a place to hide with a flashlight. We have many hiding places: in the fields, in the grass, behind the house ... my sister took me to hide in the grass. Then, we shouted, "Hide!" "I looked at it quietly and saw the eyes released when my little sister was tightly grasped. We held our breath and stared for fear that she would find us.
The grass where I am hiding is tall and dark. I was a little scared and accidentally moved my body, but my sister Li Fei Jr. soon found me. After playing for a while, only one brother was not caught. We looked for it, but we couldn't find it. At this moment, I only heard a voice nearby: "I am here!" " ""where is it? "Little Sister Li Fei asked." Here I am! "Following the sound, Li Fei Jr.' s sister shone a flashlight on the tree, while the elder brother hid in the tree!" Haha, I won! "The brother jumped down with the wind.
We stopped playing when we were tired of playing. At this time, the adults are chatting in the yard. My sister had a whim and said, "Let's play cartoons ourselves!" "good! Ok! " We agreed to play the bear. After choosing the roles, we moved the big bamboo chairs out and made a circle as a bear hole. The performance began, and Logger Vick went out with a chainsaw to cut down trees ... until the parents shouted "Go back to bed!" "We will reluctantly run back to our homes.
Going to grandma's house is not as fun as it was when I was a child. My brother and sister went to junior high school and didn't come back at night. However, as long as I think of this beautiful past, my heart is still as sweet as honey.
Sweet memories 1 1 The days when I lived in the countryside as a child are now full of sweet flavor. The air is so sweet.
Autumn has arrived, and it is another harvest season. The persimmon tree behind my house is like hanging lanterns. I went home because it was delicious. Rack one's brains to eat a sweet persimmon. But the tree is too high, so I can't reach it with a broom. Just when I was wondering, my eyes turned to a vat. Curiosity drove me to find a small bench from home and step on it carefully. I was not at ease. I put my hand on the jar and saw four or five persimmons in it. Then I put one foot in the jar, but I couldn't reach the end, so I put the other foot on the jar and jumped-boom. I hurt my foot. It doesn't matter. I finally got down. I am like a greedy hungry wolf, picking up one persimmon after another, eager to take them all away. Unfortunately, I am too young to carry much. I had to take two persimmons. I was about to go out when I found that the jar was too high to get out.
Just when I was so desperate that I wanted to cry, I thought, I'll turn up my voice so that others can know where I am. So I cried, shouted, shouted, shouted, "Help! Help! " Grandma heard the sound and followed it. Looking at the jar, he smiled and said, "You greedy kitten." I held the two persimmons tightly in my hand when I took them out. As important as holding a newborn baby in your hand. I said to my grandmother, "Take a few more, and we will eat them with my grandparents." I washed persimmons step by step. I washed them all over. Persimmons are like naughty children. "Running around" everywhere, very naughty, looking at these persimmons, suddenly I can't bear to eat, I really want to eat. So I slowly peeled off the skin at the beginning and took a bite of the sweet flesh, which was delicious to my heart. I worked hard to get this persimmon back.
Persimmon tree is a sweet fruit tree in medicine. Those fruits can not only be eaten, but also keep my happy memories.
Sweet memories 12 Time flies. Unconsciously, we have entered the third grade and are about to embark on the journey of high school. This road is full of thorns, which makes people feel stressed. In my spare time, I accidentally touched the gear of time and recalled it.
Looking back, what remains in my heart is the sweet past. Looking back on the little things in primary school now, it can't help but make me laugh.
"Jingle bell ..." The bell rang and the English teacher came in. He is a male teacher, neither tall nor short, with neat short hair. There is a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, and there is always a smile on his face. Every time he holds a book in his arms, he rushes into the classroom, which is amiable and makes people feel like spring breeze. This is my impression of him at that time.
The English teacher will have a listening test this time. Just listening, a golden leaf suddenly drifted out of the window and broke into my sight. It is slowly falling from top to bottom, and my attention is attracted by its success. I was distracted. The monitoring has stopped. The English teacher looked around for a week. Seeing me in a daze, Xu nodded at me. I haven't recovered yet. The English teacher shouted again, and I stood up without thinking. I accidentally lifted the stool, and with a bang, the stool fell down. I quickly gave a hand, and then looked down quickly, afraid to look into the teacher's eyes. The teacher asked what to choose. I am in a hurry. I saw my deskmate write a D on the table, and then I said it at once regardless of the willy-nilly.
Suddenly, the students burst into laughter. The deskmate laughed out of breath and said, "Where ... there is ... D option!" " I immediately looked down and turned red. The teacher smiled and said, "Sit down and listen carefully."
Listening began again. As soon as the teacher stopped this time, I quickly raised my hand and tried to pull myself back. I waved my arm for fear that the teacher wouldn't order me. I finally stood up. I quickly said the answer. I didn't expect a nervous person to say D. Suddenly, laughter rang out again in the classroom. Seeing this, I quickly said, "Bah … choose C". There was another burst of laughter in the classroom.
The past is like the wind, everything is instantaneous, everything will pass, leaving behind that happy memory.
Sweet memories 13 Life is like a dish, sweet and sour, spicy and salty, otherwise it is like a pot of boiled water. Of course, my life is no exception, among which "sweetness" impressed me the most.
Teacher's encouragement is sweet. I remember that in the first grade, I spent 10 minutes reciting the poem Jiangnan, but when I recited it to the teacher, I stuttered. After reciting, my face turned red, my heart was uneasy, and my hands were sweating ... At this time, the teacher said kindly: Good reciting, continue to work hard next time! "A simple word of encouragement relieved all my worries, and I secretly made up my mind not to let the teacher down next time.
Although it is sweet to be encouraged, it is sweeter to help classmates. I remember one day, the sky was clear in Wan Li in the morning, but it was much thunder and little rain in the afternoon. Fortunately, there is an umbrella in my desk. I feel glad and relieved. School is over, the rain is still falling, and the trees outside the window are playing symphonies with the rain. Just as I was about to leave with my umbrella, I saw my deskmate looking out of the window, his legs shaking and his face anxious. I knew what he was worried about, so I patted him on the shoulder, handed him the umbrella and said, "Come on, let's go out together." He touched my hand and nodded. When we were halfway there, his father hurried over, thanked me again and again and gave me a candy. I ate candy and walked on the bright road, and my heart was replaced by a sweet warm current.
In life, a simple word of encouragement and a small act of helping others can make me feel sweet. I hope everyone will be more tolerant, more encouraging and more caring in their study and life, so that our life will be more "sweet".
Sweet memories 14 "Baby, get up!" A gentle word passed through my hazy sleep. This is an ordinary morning. My mother gets up early to cook for me. She crept out along the wardrobe and closed the door gently. After a while, I opened my eyes, got dressed and went out. Through a crack in the kitchen, I saw my mother holding the handle of the pot and frying it with a shovel. From time to time, I will see if the rice in the other pot is hot. My mother touched the pot for a while, then touched her ears, and her mouth hissed from time to time. The tip of my nose is a little sour.
Come out after washing, sit at the table, pick up chopsticks, pick up delicious food, wolf down the food cooked by my mother. But when I looked at my mother, she was already asleep on the sofa. Yes, my mother always waits for me to sleep before preparing lessons every day. I don't know when she goes to bed. It must be very late. Thought of here, tears unconsciously in her eyes.
I went back to my room and got a quilt for my mother, covered it, picked up the mobile phone next to my mother and looked at the time. There is an alarm clock at 7: 30 on it. My heart is sour. I can't watch my mother so hard and tired, so I pick up my mobile phone and want to take the alarm clock, and prepare to go downstairs to school by car alone. But at this moment, my mother rubbed her eyes and woke up. Mother was surprised and said, "What time is it? Not late, are you? " I said, "No, it's still early." Mother looked at the quilt covering her body, and her face was full of happy smiles. She immediately kissed me deeply on the cheek and said to me gently, "Come, I'll take you to school!" " "
My mother's smile will never be forgotten. Motherly love is like this. She is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm like spring even in cold winter. Mom, I love you!
Sweet memories 15 Memories have many stories. I remember that night ... when I was in kindergarten. One evening in summer, grandpa was pulling weeds in the garden, and I was playing beside him. Suddenly, grandpa called me and said, "Look at that long watermelon seedling." I leaned over and asked curiously, "Where did the watermelon seedlings come from? Grandpa said, "It's the seed you spit out when you eat watermelon! """Oh?" I nodded inexplicably, and my grandfather said mysteriously, "All seeds will sprout. Eat watermelon seeds into your stomach and a big watermelon will grow in your stomach. " Oh! I thought to myself, I must be careful to eat watermelon in the future. In the evening, dad cut a big watermelon. I was about to smoke a big mouth when I suddenly remembered what I said to my grandfather during the day. I carefully spit out the melon seeds. Unexpectedly, my father asked me, "Is watermelon delicious?" I quickly said, "Delicious, delicious ..." Before I finished, a melon seed slipped into my stomach. Ah, no! I ate melon seeds! What do we do? We cough loudly and want to cough up the melon seeds, but we haven't spit them out for a long time. Lying in bed at night thinking: If I were sharbat, wouldn't it be equivalent to watering watermelon seeds in my stomach? Doesn't eating mean fertilizing it? Ah, that's terrible! When I get up in the morning, my mother lets me drink milk. I didn't drink it because I was afraid it would grow in my stomach. I didn't have lunch either. In the evening, I couldn't help it, so I drank a little water and ate a few mouthfuls of rice.
This made me hungry and scared my mother into thinking that I was ill. At night, when I was sleeping in bed, I suddenly heard a purring sound in my stomach. I thought the watermelon seeds had sprouted, so I cried with a "wow". My mother rushed over and asked me, "What's the matter?" I cried and told my mother what had happened. My mother touched my stomach and said, "silly baby, grandpa is joking with you." Watermelon seeds have made you shit. " Look at grandpa again. He has doubled up with laughter. Our whole family laughed ... this is my silly and sweet memory.
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