I remember that time, it was a special fluorescent party held to celebrate the "June 1" Festival. On the stage, all kinds of balloons are dotted with colorful balloons, which are really dazzling. With the enthusiastic voice of the host, the party kicked off. The program was wonderful, with laughter, shouts and applause. It's too noisy! Everyone waved light sticks, as if they were twinkling stars, reflecting the burning bonfire and illuminating the big playground covered by night. It's our turn to perform four finales in the fifth grade. When singing, the days of hard rehearsal before the performance have long been beautiful memories, and everyone has devoted themselves to the performance. Especially singing "Can we not break up?" With the dancing classmates, I am full of energetic and dynamic dance steps, and I have a lot of thoughts. Yes, isn't this song just expressing our mood at this moment? What we want to say most is: "Alma Mater, can you not break up!" At the end of the song, the audience applauded. This is everyone's affirmation of our graduating class students. How could I forget?
The most exciting thing is the ignition ceremony. Teachers and representatives of young pioneers led us to shout slogans, and several energetic young pioneers began the torch relay ceremony, which pushed the party to a climax. The torch was blazing in the night, which made everyone's face red and stirred everyone's mood ... Listening to the high-pitched recitations of teachers and classmates, I understood that the revolutionary fire needs to be passed down from generation to generation ... The music sounded, and everyone stepped on the cheerful rhythm and danced in groups around the fluorescent fire. Some of them were in pairs, and some were in a small circle ... The whole playground was infected by this atmosphere, and everyone was boiling.
What an unforgettable night! In the depths of my memory, this beautiful memory, with colorful customs, is like a surging song, which is often sung in my heart. ...
2. Good memories
The past time no longer exists, but what leaves me the most is the memory in time. I once fantasized about going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, the 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!