Beautiful memory composition 8

the footsteps of the years are constantly walking and fleeting. In a blink of an eye, I have spent more than a dozen spring, summer, autumn and winter, but the memories of each season are unique, unique and eternal.

spring, the spring I remember is flying kites in the fields. Running on the loose land, holding a spool in one hand and a kite in the other, we have to compare with our friends who can fly the highest. Looking at your kite flying high into the sky, don't mention how happy you are! I cheered and jumped. Kites, large and small, are more colorful and gorgeous against the blue sky and sunshine in spring.

in summer, the summer I remember is swimming in the sea. That summer vacation, I came to the seaside. Although it is swimming, it is just playing in the sea with a lifebuoy. It's so comfortable to be basked in the sun and soaked in the sea! When a wave came, I was pushed to the shore by the waves, and then I played with sand on the beach on the shore to make a sand castle ...

In autumn, I remember collecting leaves in the Woods. Autumn wind blows, leaves fall, so the ground is covered with a golden carpet, thick and soft. Those leaves are all yellow, and their veins are faintly visible, some are straight, some are curved, some are thick, some are thin ... I also realize that human life is the same.

In winter, the winter I remember is having a snowball fight and making a snowman with my friends in the snow. We patiently piled up a fat, lifelike snowman, which looked so cute! Suddenly, a snowball hit me, and I don't know who broke the freshly piled snowman. So, a "battle" began-a sudden time, screams and laughter intertwined, and the shuttled snowballs and chasing figures formed a "frolic picture in the snow". Although the weather is very cold, we are very hot ...

The footsteps of the years are constantly walking and fleeting. My childhood memories are so beautiful! ~ it's like a boat carrying my dreams and roaming through the years. At this time, Bing Xin's sentence "Childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the truth, and the tearful smile when remembering. " Always ringing in my ears ...

Memories are accumulated bit by bit, just like a script, everyone is the protagonist in the story, but the difference is that the life experiences of each protagonist are very different.

In fact, life is also a memory, because every detail of life will become a memory. There is not a sentence in the advertisement of Wen Qing, the host of the "Life" column: "Experience with your heart, and life is full of flavor." Life is a book, and collecting life is like collecting thousands of different books. If you read it often, you will have many different feelings, which makes people never tire of reading it.

recalling your childhood will make you indulge in sweetness and happiness, and think about your childhood cuteness and playfulness. I remember when I was a child, I was a stubborn child, not only stubborn but also very naughty, and I loved to play "exciting" games. I remember playing hide-and-seek with my family at that time, which made my family look for me. I still remember playing with stones when I was a child. My father told me that I like playing with stones because people often say that there are many different lines and patterns in stones, which are very beautiful. After listening to this, I was curious. I often picked up stones and threw them around. I want to smash the stone and see what's inside. It seems that since then, I have a wonderful feeling about the stone. Perhaps it is because of this feeling that we are closely linked. Until now, I still collect different heads.

"People say' playing with things is tiring', but playing with stones is different. The stones you play are all strange stones, which are attributed to the art of discovery. Not everyone has the heart to play, and everyone can play. It needs a snowy sentiment, an indifferent attitude, innocence and beauty. This is fate. " This is what Jia Pingwa, a stone collector, said.

When you recall your childhood, you have a different feeling every time. Treasure your memories and make your life richer and better.

Good memories

The past time no longer exists, but what left me the most was the memory in time. I once fantasized about turning back the clock, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, my past life left me only good memories ... < P > I recalled spring, the season when birds were singing and flowers were blooming. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outing is the most attractive for children, but cooking and running games are even more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue. Under the blue sky, the branches have sprouted, and I seem to see it growing sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine. Isn't that bud exactly what we are full of vitality?

I recall summer, a season full of new green. In that small garden that belongs to me, there are countless flowers and grasses growing. The grass is shining and the flowers are blooming more brightly! Sporadic flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although they are not as charming as peony and fragrant as jasmine, they are still so lovely and beautiful. In the distance, a yellow dot flies, it's near, it's closer! Oh, it turned out to be a bee, tiny. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, accompanied by bees, settling down everywhere. Isn't that bee our hardworking gardener?

I recall autumn, the season of harvest. In the field, look, it's full of gold, and it keeps rising and falling with the wind, just like a billowing wave. In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches, which are so watery and coveted. Take a bite, and the fragrance will overflow, which will be unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chattered nonstop. We missed each other after a summer vacation. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest?

I recall winter, a warm season. Although the leaves have fallen, singing in the trees, a bird, can be seen occasionally; Although the grass is yellow, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, the greeting cards of New Year are full of warmth everywhere. It entrusts a friendship, a sincerity and a blessing from the students. Isn't that the warmth for a long time?

I recall the past and look forward to the spring, summer, autumn and winter in the future. Let them be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!

Good memories

I have many photo albums, big and small with photos in them, but they are different. Whenever I have nothing to do in my spare time, I will open those "stories" and think about it. The place in one of the photos is what I yearn for most. It is so mysterious and solemn. There is also an experience of mine.

Although it is not a famous scenic spot or tourist attraction, it does not belong to the world cultural heritage. But it is the goal that many people strive for and the holy land to pursue their ideals. The small photo has a low lining, which is a wall about 2.5 meters high made of dark green marble. Below the wall is a guardrail made of stainless steel, which is planted with some four seasons green, canna and string red. The wall is inlaid with five glittering Chinese characters "CCTV" and Taiwan emblem. There is a little girl in a dress in the picture, and that is me.

At that time, because of childishness and extreme excitement, I ran into CCTV when I saw it. This is the place where "Everyday Animation" is played, this is the place where "Oriental Children" is played, and this is-. However, I was stopped by the uncle of the armed police who stood guard at the door. I almost cried when I looked at his serious expression. Uncle let me in, I want to see Aunt Juping, I want to see Sister Moon and Scarab. "Sorry, kid, there is a system here, and no one can just go in," said the uncle of the armed police kindly. "Other children and big brothers and sisters can go in to perform the show, so why can't I go in?" When I said this, my tears came out. Uncle Armed Police quickly said, "They were invited to perform programs specially for children all over the country." "Invitation, why didn't you invite me?" Everyone around you laughed after hearing this. At this moment, my father crouched down and smiled and said to me, "Son, CCTV is a place to release important news to the whole world, a place to show personal talents and a palace of art.". If you want to go in, you must study all kinds of cultural knowledge, lay a solid foundation with knowledgeable knowledge, and add your unremitting efforts and excellent results. These are the' tickets' leading here. " Only talented people will become the masters here. I nodded firmly. "Well, it's not easy for us to come. Let's leave a souvenir according to our looks." Dad said.

So, I posed and snapped this photo, which made me understand the preciousness and importance of knowledge.

In my heart, I cherish a beautiful memory, a flaming maple leaf.

I spent my childhood in my grandfather's house, which lives in the countryside, with beautiful scenery and pleasant scenery. One day, several friends of my age in the village came to visit me. I was taking a nap. When I was far away, they called me, and I got up at once, because we had agreed that we would dig out birds' eggs today.

I hurried out to meet him, and saw slugs, iron eggs, keys and tiny people. I walked up the hill with them without looking back. Along the way, the sun was beautiful, and it was mixed with a wispy breeze. I was so happy all the way. Soon we reached the mountain and looked around in four directions. Finally, I found a bird's nest in a tree seven or eight meters high. Two big birds were scared away by us, flew out of the bird's nest and circled in the air. At this time, it was Xiaowei's turn to play. His ability to climb trees among us was first-class. He climbed up with sleeves in hand, and my heart almost reached the edge of my throat. I was really worried about him. It was not until he landed that my heart calmed down. He opened his hand and there were two eggs in it, one was white and the other was light green. "Here" he handed the bird's egg to my hand, and I held the bird's egg, which made me feel so happy. "You put the eggs back!" . A little girl's voice suddenly came from behind me, which startled me. I looked for her to see her wearing a white dress, white sandals on her feet, a beautiful butterfly knot on her head and a basket of wild vegetables slung over her arm. "Are you going to let it go?" She seemed to cry, and the naughty slug stood out and said, "You can put it back, but we have one condition, you have to pick that maple leaf." He pointed to a maple tree about 1 meters high. It's late summer, and the maple leaves are not red yet, only one or two of them are slightly red. "Ok, keep your word!" She took off her shoes and climbed to the maple leaf. I don't know where she got the energy. The little girl forgot her white skirt and climbed up quickly. I really sweated for her and looked at her struggling. I felt a little guilty. The bow on her head sparkled in the sun and was beautiful. Maybe she is a rural child, and soon she climbed down smoothly, and my hanging heart was put down. At this time, I feel that the little girl is like a white butterfly standing in the air. "Here," she handed me the maple leaf and I gave her the bird's egg. The egg was sent up, and it left with satisfaction. Looking at her distant back, a trace of guilt stirred in my heart!

Every time I see that red maple leaf, I think of that beautiful memory that I cherish in my heart. That red maple leaf

holds a photo under the glass plate of my bedside table. The little girl with a childish face and hands holding the piano in the photo is me. Whenever I see this photo, I will think of an incident that happened in kindergarten.

It was one day when I was 6 years old. The bell rang and everyone was playing outside. I saw that the teacher was correcting homework, so I sat on the piano in the corner of the classroom, sang "Counting Ducks" that the teacher had just taught me, nodded my head, and pretended to play with my hands on the keyboard. At this time, I felt that I was really playing a ballad. Gradually, I seemed to walk into the dreamland, watching the ducklings swimming around the river under the bridge in front of the door, and then I came to the river and counted "one, two, three, four"-suddenly, I woke up from the dreamland with a click. I quickly got up from the piano bench and ran to my seat.

The teacher came up to me, bent down and asked me: Do you like playing the piano? I nodded at once. The teacher called me to the piano, sat on the piano stool by myself, squared up and played emotionally. The teacher smiled, and his hands moved and jumped freely on the keys, and the piano sounded like a silver bell.

A beautiful piece of music played from her hands, which fascinated me. I was immersed in the sound of the piano and seemed to forget everything. Listen, I feel like I'm in a wide field. Holding a whip, driving the sheep happily. The sun is shining on the earth, and birds are flying freely in the blue sky ... I am silent in the embrace of nature, enjoying a happy and happy time ...

It was that close contact with music and the emotional performance of the kindergarten teacher that made me fall in love with music and chose Ouhai Art School and piano.

Now my piano has passed Grade Five, but as soon as I see that photo, I will recall the happy scene six years ago.

Looking back on the past, there were as many shells on the beach, but what impressed me the most was the incident that happened when I was six years old.

As I was about to go to school, my parents kept a close eye on my study, so it was difficult for me to play with the children in the community. Finally, my parents decided to take me to the People's Park, and I jumped up with joy like stepping on a spring. When I came to the People's Park, I felt like I was out of the cage. I ran to the grass to play, and then I ran to the pavilion to play. Just when I was very happy, I looked unblinkingly at the small fish in the river. The silvery "armor" of the fish flashed in the sunshine. I couldn't help it now, and I flew past like a cannon, and then I caught the fish. The small fish dodged left and right, and sometimes a silvery fish jumped up. It's like enjoying the cool. Suddenly my foot slipped and fell into the water. Fortunately, I can swim and swim to the shore. I found a small fish in my hand. I was as happy as an archaeologist found an ape's tooth. Although I became a drowned rat, I still gained a lot!

My childhood was wonderful, and it will remain in my memory forever.