Flowers that never fade: 800-word composition

I don't know why I fall in love with memories, or attachment, or loss, or dependence. Spring flowers and autumn moon, flowers bloom and flowers fall, looking for the taste of the year in the place where maple leaves dream-the inscription is in my heart, there is such a garden, gorgeous but not extravagant. Although it is not dazzling, it is a beautiful dream for me. Although flowers have no beautiful charm, each petal exudes a different fragrance, that is, memories, which bloom in my memory. The train that year, that night was so quiet and lonely. Looking back at my busy mother, I don't know why my mother will take me away from this homeland tomorrow. Everything was too sudden and unprepared. I have never traveled far, and I am both excited and depressed. I never wanted to remember everything here, brick by brick, but I didn't know that the interval was actually eight years. My mother and I were walking in the morning fog, and there was no one in the empty street. My mother has tears in her eyes. My father was running not far away when I suddenly turned around. I know this is my father's promise to me. My heart trembled when I got on the train and looked at my father's back crying outside the window. My mother, who has never shed tears, covered her face. I cried and cried, but the sound of the relentless train hitting the tracks became faster and faster, and the platform became smaller and smaller. My father's figure gradually disappeared from my sight. The train was ruthless. That year, the train went very fast, and it was the last morning of primary school in the rain. I remember it rained that day. The gentle rain is obliquely and densely woven, covering the land of the campus. Every drop of crystal rain beads embodies the loss and melancholy of parting, and then blends with the soil and slowly invades. The disappearing rain devoured a corner of the lost days and dyed my heart a little. Watching the flowers moisten in the drizzle, a smile suddenly appeared on my face: the process of being moistened is beautiful! But what if the flowers are not moistened by rain now? Withered, withered? No, their roots continue to absorb water from the soil, so their beauty remains the same. After all, it is difficult to monopolize the dry gangue whose water is thicker than blood. Looking through the shadowy rain curtain, the sound of rain suddenly disappeared, and scenes of the past emerged in front of me, which made me knock on the door of feelings. Although I am about to leave my alma mater, every flower of love that once bloomed here will always accompany me. At this time, I took a breath of different air and looked up at the gray sky, but my heart was blue. The flowers in the rain that year invaded the paint of love, which would describe my beautiful dream of youth. Faint feelings, faint dreams, and beautiful flowers painted that year will remain in my memory forever. Follow-up: Anything else? To express the true feelings of characters and characters, it is best to talk to friends. Nothing else! Plus 10 points. I am counting on your homework tomorrow! A: Miss Xia has left with a long skirt, and Miss Qiu is as late as a woman who stood me up. The summer heat has disappeared, and the cool wind has rolled up a chill. Whenever I think of my grandparents, I suddenly feel very warm. Their smiles, like flowers, bloom in the depths of my memory and drive away the cold for me. The pages of time turn back to seven or eight years ago. That year, as usual, the day before New Year's Eve, my parents and I drove home. After more than an hour, we finally arrived. The car was parked on the side of the road, and there was no one on the road. Suddenly I saw grandpa's figure. He stood alone in the snow, waiting for us anxiously and standing uneasily. I got out of the car at once, and the biting cold wind blew at me, and I couldn't help shivering. Grandpa saw me and ran away happily with a smile. He ran to me and called my name. I looked at Grandpa's wrinkled but smiling face and called him Grandpa with a smile. Grandpa used both his left and right hands, took several bags of luggage and said to me, "Go, go in quickly, it's cold outside." Then he took me by the shoulder and went into the house. At home, I saw my grandmother, aunt and uncle, so I greeted them kindly and said something. They all went to prepare lunch. I sat in the living room and looked around. This home has not changed, the same furniture, the same color, the same layout, full of old but warm flavor. Thinking about it, I suddenly found that there was no shadow of my grandfather. Huh? Where did grandpa go? Just thinking, grandpa came down from upstairs slowly and slightly with an oven in his arms. "Come on, Tong Tong, it's cold. Grandpa brought the oven. " He came down and put the oven in front of me. Then, grandpa slowly went upstairs again. After a while, my hands and feet were warm, my body was warm, and my heart was warm. Dinner was ready, and the family sat around a big table, eating delicious food. It is really warm. I sat next to my grandfather, who looked at me piteously and said, "You are so thin, come and eat more." After that, he brought me a lot of good meat and dishes, all of which were in my bowl. But he forgot to clip it himself. I looked at my grandfather and felt ripples in my heart. Unconsciously, two days passed quickly. We can't stay long because of time. When I was leaving, grandpa called me to the bedroom, squatted down and took out a paper box from under a cupboard, and took out a stack of money from the paper box-all ten yuan and ten yuan in brand-new money. He said to me, "This money is for your daily use. You should listen to your parents, study hard and eat more ... "After listening to grandpa's words, my eyes can't help but get wet. I said to my grandfather, "Grandpa, I will." Grandpa nodded and we went downstairs together. When I got on the bus, my grandparents, aunts and uncles all came to see me off. I saw a slight smile on grandpa's face, like a flower in spring. I also smiled and said goodbye to them. On the bus, grandpa still stood by the door and didn't leave. I opened the window, waved goodbye to grandpa again, and then the car started. On the bus, I thought, "Grandpa, I will honor you when I grow up." Tears poured out again. This is the flower that I bloom in the depths of my memory, and its fragrance will accompany me all my life and never fade!