In everyone's life experience, there are bound to be many lingering memories. Today, I will talk to you about something I can't forget!

I remember when I was seven years old, I just learned to ride a bike. One day, I went out alone.

I rode my bike leisurely on the path by the river. I am dual-purpose. My left hand swishes milk and my right hand controls the direction of my bike. Suddenly, the bike hit a stone, and my hand trembled. The bike deviated from the direction of the river and seemed to be pointing at me. Just as I was riding my bike in a hurry, my bike immediately slipped to the bottom of the river involuntarily. The thrilling moment came, and I threw away the milk carton in amazement. But it is because of my efforts and the inertia of the bicycle that the bicycle falls faster. I did both at once, put down my feet and stepped on the ground. On the other hand, I tried hard to pull the brakes, hoping to slow down, but I was scared out of my wits, and even the brakes seemed to be out of spirit. Same as before. I haven't slowed down at all. I heard a plop, and I even plunged my car into the river. Fortunately, God helped me. The river 3 inches away from the water is full of reeds, and I heard a series of blisters. My head is immersed in the river, and the exhaled carbon dioxide is still on the water. Suddenly, my head came out of the water again. It turned out that the reed pole bounced my head out. Finally, I saved the day, so I tried to climb ashore, but I just grabbed a grass and this poor grass was uprooted by me. After repeated attempts, I still couldn't get away, so I desperately shouted "Help".

Time is running out, but I haven't seen a figure. I suddenly felt cold and scared ... a few minutes later, my neighbor Li came to me, like a Guanyin who helped the poor. He stretched out his hand and pulled me to the shore first, and then salvaged my bike with a strong bamboo pole. I stood by and couldn't help whispering, "There are still many good people in the world!"

Anyway, my experience is exciting enough! To this day, I still remember that scene clearly.

There's one thing I can't forget.

It was a quiet morning, but summer came, after all, there were some troubles.

Just then, the mosquitoes went out together.

They started to give me a vaccination first, and it worked immediately, and a thick bag was born. They attacked me in droves, stabbing me left and stabbing me right. I'm an adult, I don't think about villains, and I'm not as knowledgeable as them. I put the quilt on my head, and the mosquito didn't dare to give up and flew into the quilt. This is really a group of annoying mosquitoes.

They make me angry, but tigers don't lose their temper. They treat me like a sick cat. I immediately ran to my mother's room. My mother came out immediately, followed me to the room, told me to lie down, helped me cover the quilt, and said, "Mosquito, mom will help you fight." I closed my eyes and heard my mother say; "It's so dark!" I can't bear to see you work so hard.

Mother took out a brighter desk lamp and divided the light bulbs on both sides. The connection of the lamp was not good. Mother pressed the left light, and the left light came on, but the right light didn't. Mother pressed the right light again, and the right light came on, and the left light went dark again. Mom pressed the lights on both sides, and the lights on both sides came on again. Mother continued to play beautiful music.

In this way, my mother spent an early morning with me, a morning full of maternal love; A warm morning; Morning with music ...

There's one thing I can't forget.

"People don't have the quality of honesty, so it can be said that1.200 million gold can't be bought back!" My mother's words often haunt my ears, reminding me of a past event.

I remember it was a weekend when I was nine years old. I finished my homework at home alone and remembered a strange thing my father brought back from Henan-a small teapot. This teapot is very valuable. My father never takes it out easily. I often wonder: Is that teapot mentioned on TV going to make you live forever? Curiosity drove me to find it. This is the most precious thing! I've looked everywhere, but I can't find it. After half an hour of "heroic fighting", I finally found it on the top shelf of the bookcase. I picked up the small teapot carefully and watched it carefully. This teapot is so exquisite! It is only as big as a big apple. There are beautiful patterns on the ceramics of the teapot: a pink lotus has more than a dozen petals, all of which are red with white, like a child's face. How cute. The lines of pink plain silk are neatly arranged on the petals. In the middle of the petals is an immature little lotus flower, wearing a yellow "grass skirt"!

I quickly grabbed some tea leaves and put them in the teapot, then poured boiling water into the teapot. Wow! It smells good. It goes straight into your nose. I can't wait to taste it. But as soon as I stretched out my hand, my hand shook involuntarily. Bang! The teapot fell to the ground. The beautiful teapot broke into pieces. Tile fragments were scattered on the ground. At that time, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded and panicked. Look at the wall clock on the wall. It's time to get off work. Mom will come back. It's late, but soon. I picked up a broom and swept the broken porcelain under the bed.

"Cheep-"The security door opened and my mother came in. My heart seems to be carrying a lively little rabbit-"drumming" straight jump. But I pretended to be calm and went to the door to meet my mother. My mother came in, handed me a plastic bag and said, "This is for you." I accepted it happily, but I was timid. In order to hide my panic, I deliberately approached my mother. To distract mom.

So for three days, I have been surrounded by fear, and my heart is like fifteen buckets of water-seven up and eight down. In the ideological and moral class, the teacher asked us to read the article "Honesty is more expensive than jewelry". After reading it, I deeply felt that I was all wet. The more you look at it, the more you blush. Looking at the red scarf on her chest, she seemed to point at my nose and criticize me: you are not a real young pioneer! Young pioneers should be honest! After returning home, I finally bravely told my mother about it and sincerely apologized. My mother said to me, "son, in fact, my mother found out long ago, just to let you tell me yourself and admit your mistake." In fact, the broken teapot can be bought again, and people have no integrity. It can be said that1.200 million gold cannot be bought back! "

After listening to my mother's kind teaching, my heart suddenly opened up. From this, I understand a truth: if you do something wrong, as long as you tell the truth sincerely, it will be resigned. Although it has been a long time, it is deeply imprinted in my heart.

There's one thing I can't forget.

In my impression, my mother is serious and fierce, and my father is gentle and kind. But after that, I changed my mind.

I remember that day, I went to the kitchen to watch my mother cook. My mother's cooking posture is so beautiful and her skills are so skillful. I was really envious at that time, which gave me the idea of learning to cook. So every time I have time, I will go to the kitchen to watch my mother concentrate on cooking, see how the shovel in her hand works, and see how she adds salt and monosodium glutamate. ...

One day I finally told my mother what I thought: "Mom, I want to learn to cook." Mother happily replied: "Good! Then learn from now on. " I have never seen my mother so enthusiastic about me. She said happily, "Good!" " "My mother taught me to cut vegetables first. As a beginner, food is cut crooked. I thought my strict mother would say something about me, so I was afraid. But I didn't expect my mother to say gently, "you should cut vegetables slowly in the future because you are a beginner." "Cut the food, it's time to cook. According to my experience, I first heat the oil in the pot, and then put the dishes in the pot one by one. But the sound of "Mao" startled me, and my heart jumped three feet high, and it didn't calm down for a long time. I saw my mother say, "Nannan, fry quickly! "Quick fry! Be careful that the vegetables are burnt. " I just came to my senses and began to learn from my mother's cooking movements. While frying, I asked, "Mom, can I have salt?" Mom said, "fry for a while and you can give it." I fried it a dozen times and gave two or three spoonfuls of salt. After a few more fries, I asked my mother, "Mom, can I have some water?"? Give msg? " Mother said, "Give water first, then put monosodium glutamate later." Then my mother went out, and I followed her. I thought to myself: I cooked according to my mother's method, and the food should taste good. So I'm glad to invite my parents to have dinner together. Still, it's a little salty. I think there is too much salt. However, my strict mother said it was delicious, but my gentle father insisted that it was salty and not delicious, so they quarreled, which made me wonder.

"Not good is not good. It should be realistic. " Dad's words are like a pot of cold water, which makes my heart cool; "This is the first time a child has learned to cook and should not be beaten like this." My mother's words made me feel a little comforted. But why do they have such different mentality? I didn't understand. Until now, I realized one thing: in fact, mom and dad love themselves very much. My mother said that the food was delicious against her will to encourage herself, and my father said that the food was not delicious because she had to face the facts bravely.

Although it has been a while, I can show my parents' love for me from different aspects, which I will never forget.