What memory essays are left in summer?

In the hot summer, there are some memories, some happiness, some growth and some bitterness. Along the way, all the growth, those memories are either beautiful or unbearable. For me, it is a kind of growth.

& lt that summer, learn to grow >

Summer in the country is always a cool place and a good place to escape the heat. But the memory of that summer left an indelible mark in my heart. My father is an out-and-out farmer, and his family mainly lives by farming. There are three children studying at home, and my father will go to work with the villagers when he is busy with farming. That year, he took a masonry job, and this time, he took away half of the scenery in his eyes. When I learned the news, I didn't have much emotion, because I was still young at that time, only knowing that when my father was knocking on a stone, a pebble accidentally flew into his eye and pierced it. But I understand the anxiety in my mother's eyes and know that it is serious. My mother packed her bags and went to the hospital to take care of my father. We children are still very young, and there are many live animals to take care of at home, so my neighbors always come to help. Unconsciously, the day came when my father was discharged from the hospital. We picked him up where they got off early, only to find that Dad's left eye was wrapped in thick gauze. The afterglow of the sunset is reflected on the white gauze, which looks so dazzling. I know dad must be in pain. I saw him only a few days later, and my mother looked haggard. Maybe she is really tired, and dad has lost a circle, which makes people feel distressed.

My father's eyes have to be changed every day, and I often cry. Looking at all this, I seem to have grown up at once, knowing how to understand my father's pain and take care of him. My father's eyes haven't recovered yet, and my family is busy farming. The seedlings in the field need us to tidy up. That summer, I thought of myself as an adult, an adult who could help my mother share the burden. I often go to the fields with my mother to do farm work, although every day. I am very happy. The savings at home are spent on treating my father's eyes, and life seems to be poor all of a sudden. Maybe life at that time was not as poor as I remember now, but I have learned not to ask my mother for pocket money at will, and I have also learned not to buy my favorite snacks at will. Because I know that my family's money is running out, my father's eyes need medicine to relieve the pain.

For a time, I really wanted to know what the world was like in my father's eyes. Countless times, I covered my left eye with my hand, trying to understand the world that my father could see with one eye. However, no matter how hard I try, the world area that one eye can see is still so small, and the scenery that we can see with our eyes open needs more time for my father to turn his neck to a greater arc. I began to cry. I felt sorry for my father. I am distressed by the scenery he can see. My father's eyes still hurt and he needs eye drops to stop the pain, but he is still strong. Every time I see my father's gray eyes, I feel very dazzling. My father's world is not half as beautiful as mine.

& lt That summer. Meet love >

That year, I failed in the senior high school entrance examination, but I met an unforgettable love. My first memory began on April Fool's Day, because my friends and I had a whim to play tricks on me on April Fool's Day. I called Gan to the corridor and pretended to be affectionate and said, "In fact, I like you for a long time. Do you have feelings for me? " "Say that finish, I looked at him affectionately. He was wrong, but he quickly reacted and said, "Don't lie to me, I know today is April Fool's Day. "I still didn't give up. I looked at him with a smile and pretended to be surprised: "No way, what a coincidence, my first confession happened to be April Fool's Day? "He smiled." Stop pretending, I know you are lying to me. "I can't help laughing and praising his shrewdness. Maybe our relationship has changed subtly because of this prank. Later we went to play together and got a summer job. One night we went to play together, and the car broke down on the way, so he had to find a place to repair it first. It's dark at night and there are no street lamps. Everyone is sincere.

I refused him, but he never gave up. Although we studied in different cities, the contact between letters and telephones never stopped. He often comes to my city to see me and accompany me. I am not a heartless person. How can I not be moved by his persistence and efforts? I became his girlfriend on his birthday that summer. Our love is very sweet, at least I have a concern and a miss in my heart.

Immersed in love, I become easily satisfied, even if it is just a warm hug from him, it can make me happy for a long time and have a long aftertaste.

& lt That summer. First taste of injury >

The relationship with Gan ended in a hurry after only one year. Maybe it's because he is too tolerant of me, maybe it's because I haven't experienced loss, so I don't know how to cherish it. Because he is too tolerant and cares too much about me, I began to care less about him. I have always felt that his concern is at my fingertips, so I never thought too much about him. I always felt that his love for me was firm. It is impossible for him to leave me, so I have never been stingy with my confession to him. I am becoming more and more willful and unreasonable to him. At first, he always tolerated me again and again and gave me more care and love again and again. Perhaps because of the long time, he was tired of my willfulness. Finally, he broke up. This relationship ended like this. It has been a long time. I can't accept this reality. I'm always too self-centered. I always thought that he was the one who accompanied me through my life. I always look forward to his future from time to time. But all this vanished that summer. He took back his love and all his tenderness. Only then did I know that I had been hurting him, and I was always too self-righteous. I tried to be honest with him and try to make it right. Gan said he was tired. Regret after losing it. Every night, I am surrounded by lonely elves, devouring the remaining memories in my heart bit by bit and turning them into holes one after another. My willfulness hurts me too much. When he chose to break up, he suddenly became heartless, and I couldn't find a trace of emotion in him. I know what heartache is.

& lt That summer. I graduated >

Finally, I graduated. With full expectations and ambitions, I set foot on the society. That's the electronics factory arranged by the school. There are fifteen students with me. Suddenly, I'm leaving school, and I still have a lot of disappointment. But it is urgent to enter the society and learn more ideas. We do ordinary work. Although time is short, I still work hard. I hope I can do everything better, so my daily output is higher than that of other students. I wonder if they are jealous. I only know that they always say that my output is fake and that I cheated and lied on my output. But I don't care. I always remember the sentence and story told by the primary school teacher. He told me that "people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong" and told me a story. When you do better than others, others will have gossip, doubt or denial. It doesn't matter. I have always believed that "those who are clear must be clear, and those who are turbid must be turbid." I don't need to explain to anyone, at least I know it in my heart.

At that time, I could only get a salary of 700 yuan a month. Because the school tuition was not paid, I didn't want my parents to worry any more, so I took out 300 yuan from the salary of 700 yuan every month to pay the tuition. Although the rest of the money can only be saved, I am very pleased. At least now I can afford to pay my own tuition. Isn't this another progress after I entered the society?

Although everything seems to be very difficult, I have gained something other than money, which may be something I have benefited from in my life. At least, I am independent and understand my parents' difficulties. That summer, I graduated from school, my childhood.

& lt That summer. Fall in love with words >

I like reading books since I was a child, and I like reading all kinds of books. That summer, I stood at the window and looked at what was happening in front of me. Some people are too busy to take care of people around me. Some people walk alone, looking lonely but at leisure; Someone holding a lover's hand, talking and laughing all the way, very sweet. I can't help feeling a lot, and suddenly I have the urge to write. Since then, I have come to like writing, and I like to express my feelings bit by bit to express some unspeakable feelings. There are more and more diaries, which contain all kinds of feelings and life. I have pieced together the road I have traveled.

Since then, I have come to like reading other people's words and feel the feelings expressed in those words, including happiness, happiness, sadness and loss. I will cry for their sadness and be glad for their happiness. I realized that writing has such a powerful function that it can express people's inner feelings incisively and vividly.

I like to see other people's happiness, and I gradually learn to express my feelings more completely in words. I like to write letters to my friends, although the letters don't come as fast as the telephone, and although my friends say that I am backward, I like this. At least I like writing, expressing myself in words, waiting for letters and enjoying the special meaning that letters bring me.

Whenever I read an article that makes me cry, I admire the person who wrote these words from the bottom of my heart. If you can carefully express your feelings in words, people will be unconsciously influenced by them. I have found my shadow in their articles, but I have never been talented enough to express my heart so clearly. I have been working hard and studying hard, trying to make the role of words more exquisite, but I have been doing nothing.

Now, I have developed the habit of keeping a diary, and I like to record my feelings in words at any time. Some feelings will be forgotten as soon as I turn around, but what I wrote in words can be picked up when I open it again. Those years were recorded in plaid, word by word, paragraph by paragraph, and one by one.

In the spring and summer of more than 20 years, there are endless stories every quarter, but these deep memories will always stay in those summer days, leaving only a deep imprint. Only by remembering will it become clear.