Chapter 1: Good Memories When the storm passed, I saw the beautiful sun. Even though sadness has just passed through a broken heart, I can still feel happy event worth remembering and a feeling that makes me want to stay ...-Inscription.
On the long road of life, I have gone through twelve spring and autumn periods with excitement. In so many days, I have one of the most precious things in life-friendship.
Neroman
She is a brilliant perseverance in the universe of my life. She once said that a doctor can have several intimate friends and several trusted confidants. Indeed, although there are many friends, there are really few who can accompany me through several seasons. I understand that even if we are old and hand in hand, when we are going to Elysium, we will still trust each other, and we will still laugh and cry together before God. ...
Lin Li
This simple girl wrote a brilliant stroke in my diary. Her innocence and kindness left me with good memories. I know that this simple childish leap will not last long, but I believe that she is the one who can accompany me through six spring and autumn periods. Her simple smile, lovely eyes and a word that made people happy at once have left traces in my mind. I believe that the flower of our friendship will take root and sprout in our young hearts. ...
Xin Li
Perhaps it was fate that brought two girls from different worlds together, and God made these friends experience the most important moment in their lives.
Xin Li, her hearty laughter will ring in my world forever. When I was down, her comforting words made all the dark clouds in my old world disappear. She will share the joy of victory with me, and a firm and confident figure will leave a brilliant section in my seemingly movie-like life. ...
Guo sitong
Her chubby face, frank personality and happy smile, in this way, bit by bit constitute my "pistachio", my cherished friend and my moved friendship. ...
There are many enviable moments hidden in this seemingly beautiful relationship between Guo Sitong and me. A hug and a greeting when we meet can express everything, and that enviable friendship is filled with time. I don't care how much she gave me materially. At least our friendship is based on happiness. Happiness is the foundation, and nothing can destroy it. This is our friendship.
I firmly believe that in the days to come, the five of us will walk through the best moments of our lives hand in hand and heart to heart, and * * * will leave beautiful memories in this book of our lives. ...
Postscript:
This document is a spiritual contract for all my friends, all the wonderful moments and all of us. ...
Chapter 2: Good Memories In my photo album, there are two of my favorite photos. It's all a picture of me and a little rabbit. Every time I open the photo album, I think of my little rabbit.
It was two years ago that my cousin gave me a little gray rabbit. I was ecstatic, jumping and jumping with the little gray rabbit in my arms, and I couldn't bear to let it go at lunchtime. My cousin saw my joy and said that he would take a photo with me and Bunny. I stood in front of the window sill with my rabbit in my arms. I snapped this first photo and left this "beautiful memory" for me.
This is a newborn rabbit. It can't eat its own food. Mother taught me to feed it milk with a needle. After it finished sucking milk, its small eyes looked at us timidly. Gradually, I established a deep affection with Bunny. Every time I finish sucking milk, he looks at me kindly. I always pick him up and put my face on him. Rabbits can eat vegetables. I choose the most tender Chinese cabbage leaves to feed it every day. I heard that Bunny loves radishes, so I went to the market and bought a big radish. My mother cut it into pieces and fed it to me. It's delicious.
One day, my mother said to me, "Look, the rabbit has grown up. We can't keep it all day." It can't run or jump in the house. How uncomfortable! Forget it! "Under my mother's persuasion, I reluctantly agreed, but I still loathe to give up. Mother looked at me and bunny and said, "I'll take a photo with you again!" " "So, my mother took a second photo for me. If there is anything wrong with me in the photo, the little rabbit seems to understand something and stay still by my side. After taking this photo, my mother drove me with her bike. I came to a wheat field with my rabbit. I put the rabbit down, but the rabbit stayed there motionless. I leaned down and stroked the rabbit and said, "You have grown up. You should live happily in nature." At this time, the little rabbit seemed to understand my words and watched me run to the depths of the wheat field. ...
I have treasured these two photos for two years. Looking at these two photos, I thought a lot. I thought: that little rabbit must be its mother now. It gave birth to a dozen lovely rabbits. It plays with its children in nature!
Chapter 3: Good Memories I have many photo albums, large 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 them. 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 of many people's efforts and the holy land of pursuing their ideals. The small photo is very low, made of dark green marble and about 2 meters high. A 5-meter-long wall, with a guardrail made of stainless steel below, is planted with some four seasons green, canna and string red. The wall is inlaid with five glittering Chinese characters "CCTV" and the emblem of Taiwan Province. There is a little girl in a dress in the photo, and that is me.
At that time, because of naivety and extreme excitement, I ran inside when I saw CCTV. 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 armed police uncle standing guard at the door. Looking at his serious expression, I almost cried. Uncle let me in. I want to see Aunt Ju Ping. I want to see Sister Moon and Scarab. "Sorry, little friend, there is a system here, and no one can just go in," said Uncle Armed Police kindly. "Other children and big brothers and sisters can go in and perform. Why can't I go in?" When I said this, tears came out. Uncle Armed Police quickly said, "They were invited to perform a program specially prepared for children all over the country." "Invitation, why not invite me?" Everyone around you laughed after hearing this. At this time, my father squatted 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 learn all kinds of cultural knowledge, lay a good foundation with profound knowledge, and add your unremitting efforts and excellent results. These are the tickets to here. "Only talented people will become the masters here. I nodded firmly. " Well, it's not easy for us to come here. Let's keep 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.
Chapter 4: Good Memories I dreamed of going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, my past life left me only good memories. ...
I recall spring, the season when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. We sang loudly and walked on the field path.
Spring outing attracts children most, but cooking and running games are 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 them grow sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine.
Isn't that bud exactly what we are full of vitality?
I remember summer, a season full of new green. There are countless flowers and grasses growing in that small garden that belongs to me. The grass is shining and the flowers are blooming more brightly!
Sporadic flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although not as charming as peony, not as fragrant as jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful. In the distance, a yellow dot flies, it is near, it is closer!
Oh, it's a bee, Tiny. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar.
When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, and along with the bees, it settles everywhere. Isn't that our hardworking gardener?
I remember autumn, the harvest season. In the field, you see, it is full of gold, which keeps fluctuating with the wind, just like rolling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches, watery and mouth-watering.
Take a bite, the fragrance is overflowing and it will be unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chattered endlessly. After a summer vacation, we miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest?
I remember winter, a warm season. Although the leaves have fallen, occasionally a bird can be seen singing in the tree; Although the grass is yellow, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere.
It entrusted the friendship, sincerity and blessings of the students. Isn't that the warmth for a long time?
I recall the past and look forward to 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!
Chapter 5: Good Memories: Go to Qiu Lai in spring and come back in autumn. Time flies, time flies. In a blink of an eye, I have grown up and I am no longer as ignorant as I was when I was a child. In this silent night, I think and look back, and there are many beautiful memories, like a warm current, which warms my heart.
I have lived in a middle school for two years. But I will never forget my primary school campus. He left me many memories. When you enter the primary school gate, you will see a flower bed. There is a big stone in the center of the flower bed, on which the name of the school is engraved with a strong regular script. There is a long fence on both sides of the flower bed. In spring, the flowers in the garden compete to open, attracting butterflies to dance. On the right side of the style is the math building, which has six floors. We usually spend it here. The left side of the style is called "Wenxianglou". The building has three floors, one is the canteen, the other is the library, and the third is the electronic reading room. Noon. Many students will come here: rice, books and knowledge! There are gymnasiums and stadiums next to Wen Xiang Building. This place is also very popular. Boys play basketball and football in the gym, while girls skip rope and play badminton in the museum. ...
There is a garden in the corner of the campus. This garden has three parts. There are wreaths all around. Inside is the "Qing Xin Bridge". The bridge is a circle, and there is a pond in the garden. The bridge is divided into two sections, one is planted with wisteria. It opens purple flowers in summer, and its branches and leaves cover the top of the bridge. Jing's classmates are here to watch fish and have a rest. You can see lotus flowers in summer! In the other part, portraits of celebrities are hung on the side walls on both sides.
On the day of graduation ceremony, there was no imagination of beauty, no tranquility after the storm, and no shyness before the flowers bloomed. As usual, talk about papers and have graduation dinner. Graduation ceremony is just a walk, it's not interesting. In this way, the graduation ceremony is over and I am no longer a primary school student. Looking around the whole campus brings me endless nostalgia. The original beautiful garden, gentle camphor tree and "magnificent" teaching building have all become memories.
Suddenly, another picture appeared in front of me. "hurry up! Pass the ball. " "Good marksmanship." "Try to keep the goal next time" ... I seem to be back in primary school. I let go of playing with my classmates, talking and laughing, and the classmates talked to each other. The teacher's teaching voice became a memory.
I remembered Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge. "I left gently, waving my sleeves without taking away a cloud." What did I take in primary school? Only the yearning for childhood.
"Jingle, Jingle ..." The bell brought me back to reality. Looking back on the past and looking at the present, although it is only a short two years, I have also undergone great changes. ...
I picked up a pen and wrote five words "good memories" on the paper. ...
Chapter 6: Good Memories Four days later, I am about to enter the door of junior high school. When I left my alma mater, Weihe School, with a little nostalgia and reluctance, I would inevitably recall my happy primary school life, which was my good memory.
In 6 years, ups and downs, day and night; Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. Every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience, every touch, I will never forget. Now, we are about to bid farewell to our alma mater, and a feeling of attachment arises spontaneously.
Our alma mater, Weihe School, is our second home. It has a big playground, and there are all kinds of grass on the playground. Xiaohua, with a five-star red flag standing proudly in the middle and a teaching building, has a lot of fitness equipment in the southwest of the teaching building, which is our entertainment world. There is a sports meeting every year, and the playground is our gymnasium. All the teachers and students in the school are sitting in the stands, some writing oily articles, some playing games, and some eating and chatting. That's why we don't like playing in school at all, but in the park.
You see, after class, students are reading books here and playing games there. Some are still chasing each other, while others are betting on pushing the door of the teacher's office. What a lively scene!
Students not only love each other, but also respect their teachers. We tian teacher, Mr. Kang and Mr. Ju are unforgettable. Tian teacher is rich in knowledge and deserves our respect; Teacher Kang is a bit fierce at ordinary times, but she is very dedicated to us. During the holiday, he deeply wished us progress in our studies, a good future in getting into a good school, and made us fall in love with this strict teacher (tutor). Mr. Ju is an English teacher and only took us for one year. She is humorous, young and beautiful, and she is also very kind to us. When we said goodbye, we deeply blessed each other and couldn't help crying.
When I was in primary school, I was a literary and art committee member. When I first performed on the stage, I was very nervous. Because of my hard rehearsal, I finally put a perfect program on the stage. I will be more confident in the future, perform countless programs, be recognized and be happy.
Slowly, I became a lot of cadres with a high grade ratio. This is the trust of teachers and classmates, otherwise I wouldn't be a cadre! I said to myself, since my classmates trust me, I can't live up to everyone's expectations and teachers' trust! But I have to study hard myself and set an example for my classmates and class cadres!
The good times are gone forever. Recalling the scenes where we played together, played together and worked hard together, tears fell heavily.
Cherish time! Keep good memories in your heart.
Chapter 7: Good Memories I used to think that I should be the loneliest person. No friends, no lovers, only I am alone, wandering alone. Unconsciously, I was alone, and I can't remember how many spring, summer, autumn and winter I experienced. Looking back on my former self, I still feel very free and easy. I always thought that as long as I paid for my feelings, I would get something back. But after countless quarrels, we finally broke up. Without you at that time, I can't remember how I got through it, including crying, pain and despair. I don't even know if I can live without you, and if I can see the sun of the next tomorrow.
In my most desperate moment, a friend told me that there are too many sad people in this world, not just you. Some things have passed and can't come back. Why not face it bravely and make yourself happy? It was because of his words that I was reminded. Yes, I'm not the only one who's sad. Everyone else can live happily. Why can't I? I remember myself at that time and finally had the courage to live. Since then, I like to walk through every street and alley after work, feel those people who pass by me in a hurry, and pray for them silently in my heart.
I especially like the coming of night, like the darkness of night, like the silence of night, so quiet that I can hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground. I like to think of you quietly at night and miss every day we are together. Every time I miss you, my mouth will smile slightly. I laugh when I think of every fragment of us together. I will laugh when I think of the love you once gave me. I laugh when I think of your sunny face. Everything tells me that memories are also a kind of beauty. Slowly, I found that although I don't have you in my life, I have less constraints and more freedom. I can do anything I want and go anywhere I want. When I am tired, I sit down and have a rest. When I am happy, I smile, just like a bird in the sky.
When I was single for a long time, I realized that I had fallen in love with this feeling. I don't cry because I am alone, and I don't cry because I miss someone. I will smile, because I know how to enjoy one's life. Even if I am alone, I can live happily. I am single, and I choose to face life with a smile. I will tell myself loudly that I will still smile tomorrow.
Being alone is not terrible, and missing someone is not terrible. Time will tell us that memories are always the best thing in the world. Things made me understand the preciousness and importance of knowledge.
Chapter 8: Record the good memories of junior high school. Memories always dance a flying dream to naughty butterflies in the air, then disappear in the spindle of time, and then inadvertently break into your world. -inscription
Time flies, time flies. June, which once made me cry, has quietly left. Until now, I still can't believe that the days when we struggled together, sweated together and shed tears together ended in the separation season in June. What a time it was, what a youth!
Those who recite under the covers with small flashlights before dawn, those who March into the small flower bed with English textbooks in the newly awakened sun and read unscrupulously, those who pester the teacher to solve problems after class to make up for their lack of legs, and those who run back to the dormitory with books in their arms after the teacher drives us every night ... Now they laugh so calmly. However, those feelings are hard to remember, leaving a strong trace in life. The time when tears and sweat danced alone is enough for people to remember for a lifetime. What beautiful dreams are we having all those days and nights?
I believe that most people in junior high school have experienced it. Because of fear, they failed again and again and had to stand up. Because of fear, pestering teachers to solve problems after class; Because of fear, I dare not go back to the dormitory earlier than others; Because of fear, so a person hiding in the room secretly wipe tears; Because of fear, I dare not ask when the results will come out; There is only one purpose, the senior high school entrance examination! After the battle, I felt a burst of melancholy and joy.
Just a few months ago, I was still worried about the senior high school entrance examination. Today, I was sitting in a high school classroom, watching the clouds light and the wind light, and watching the chalk in the teacher's hand brush on the blackboard. Yes, I have crossed the threshold of high school, which is the first stop in my life. I can't say that I am a proud winner. Perhaps it is a great regret in my life that I did not enter my sacred high school. But every day from today is under my control, and I still have the opportunity to try my best to fight for the next goal. This is not the end of high school, but another starting point. A bigger test is waiting for me. The beautiful dream of the university came to my mind today and I saw the university waving to me.
Looking back on three years, this kind of life is very worthwhile. There won't be too much sadness, beauty and emptiness when recalling, and youth is fleeting. Don't be idle, grow old together, don't waste this beautiful youth, raise the flag and March forward. Wait until the day of victory, let memories fly and tears splash.