One day, I opened the photo album and a photo of us drifting together slipped out. ...
The four people in the photo are: mother, me, sister and aunt. In the photo, I closed my eyes in fear; Mom was so excited that she gave a V and smiled at the camera. My sister grinned nervously and happily; Aunt shut up and grabbed her sister's shoulder. The bright pennant isolation belt next to it was violently shaken by the wind and waves, and the four men grabbed each other and washed away. A still photo shows a lot of information, as if it happened yesterday.
At that time, my mother really wanted to play rafting, but at least two people could play. I thought there were too few people playing. I saw a mother and daughter standing not far from us. They came to their mother and said, "Sister, my daughter is afraid to play. Can the four of us sit my daughter and your child in the middle together? " Mom agreed.
We put on life jackets, took to the drifting lane, sat in a row, leaned back and grabbed the life jackets of the people in front. When the staff pushed us, we were pushed out by the waves. At first, the waves were not big, and gradually, the waves became bigger and bigger. My mother was really not afraid, and made a big "V" gesture, which was the most exciting time I played. Whenever I close my eyes in fear, I can't help laughing.
I picked up the photos again and put them in the photo album. ...
Recalling that I had just finished eating western food, I felt a great sense of satisfaction. Just before that, our class had a delicious western food in a "western restaurant"!
At three o'clock in the afternoon, everyone lined up to arrive, and everyone's face was filled with excited smiles. In the "western restaurant", we saw many "chef" mothers waiting for our arrival.
And I helped in the kitchen, because everyone was very busy, so I didn't pay much attention to my "little helper". I stood there alone, not knowing what to do. As a "novice", let's start with the basics! Help with the dishes. I also looked around in the back kitchen and found that today's dinner was so rich! And steak, which is the staple food. Hot white smoke rises, emitting attractive fragrance from time to time! There are also western-style foods, such as cupcakes and pizza. Among them, I like cupcakes best. The method is simple: first, take out the egg white and sugar in the egg, stir until it is thicker than yogurt, then add flour and stir again, and finally put it into the pot. You can also add your favorite fruit and cut it into pieces and put it on the cake. It tastes great!
After it was done, everyone was salivating and wolfing down, especially Yang Yicheng, who put a big steak on his fork and put it in his mouth. I thought he was choking, but I didn't expect him to be satisfied and keep eating chicken wings! The scene was very lively, much like the dinner when the Hobbit and the Dwarf first met.
At this time, this unforgettable western food has become our best memory!
This summer vacation, this summer vacation, what I experienced, I can't tell you clearly, but I still want to tell you.
With the arrival of July, our treasure hunt summer camp "the pursuit of commercial capital" began. In Zhengzhou Confucian Temple, we looked for the origin of the 1759 stone tablet, the pictures of "Guo Song in Weifu" and some pictures of ancient buildings. During the activity, every child participated so actively and cooperated so seriously that I was amazed by everyone's enthusiasm for learning. Every member of each group mustered up all his strength and was determined to fight for the breath of his group. I am sincerely happy for them, and I am excited to participate in this activity while watching it.
In the hot August, I participated in the activity of "Entering the National Pulse-Inheriting Traditional Culture". In the activity, the teacher asked us to make New Year pictures and grinding bean curd to make pottery. The most special thing is to give each of us a white T-shirt, so that we can draw anything we want on it. Some children drew puppies, some children drew flowers, some children pressed their fingerprints on T-shirts, and I drew a big strawberry. At lunch, we ate tofu made of stone mill and drank soybean milk made of stone mill. After lunch, we put on our painted T-shirts and took photos as a souvenir, and the activity was over.
This hot summer is different because it lets me know the fun of learning history and culture.
Memory can be forgotten, but there is one kind, it will not disappear, it is memory.
Life in primary school is unforgettable, but my clearest memory is two friends in grade three and four, not brothers, but almost the same. One is Liu Yalong, a close friend of Grade Three, a math "madman". I remember one time, it was a holiday assignment, but it was actually a preview assignment. There is a topic that no one knows. I really don't know why, but he did it. Everyone called him crazy at that time, not him. No matter how difficult the topic is, he will try his best to finish it. As a confidant, he is a genius, or rather a genius. I became inseparable friends with him in the third grade because I appreciated his perseverance. Now that I think about it, I am a good brother. But he transferred to another school in the next semester of Grade Three. Khan, this is my fond memory.
There is another one, called Chen Jinglong, who is not very tall, but a genius in China. When reciting Chinese, he is the fastest in the class and recites it fluently. His greatest advantage is that I like to tickle others. He is the only one who can refresh me. No matter how I treat him, he will laugh with me, and sometimes the world will get better when he smiles. Yes, a smile is the best expression in the world. I remember once, I played with him at the gate of the class and drew lots. He can run when signing, but he can only stay when signing. Anyway, the winner will always be me, and I like playing with him very much. We will always be good brothers.
Our days together are unforgettable, and some memories can be forgotten, but friendship and friends are unforgettable. Although we are not together, there is still a trace of warmth in my heart.
I opened the drawer and took out my photo album. Suddenly, a photo fell to the ground. I picked it up and looked at it. This was taken by my mother last year. This reminds me of good memories.
In this photo, I am standing in a big white peony flower, wearing a beautiful dress, with a light blue upper body, four pearl buttons in the middle and a beige tulle skirt in the lower body. Behind them are countless peony flowers and lush forests.
This photo was taken in April and May. That day, my mother will take me to my grandmother's house to play. She also said that there are white peony flowers near my grandmother's house. Hearing this, I was so excited that I quickly agreed. As soon as I arrived at my grandmother's house, I immediately got on my cousin's bike and went straight to the Peony Garden, which took less than three minutes. Seen from a distance, the Peony Garden looks like a snow blanket, which is very spectacular.
I parked my bike and couldn't wait to get a closer look. Peony flowers are swaying. I put my nose close to one of them and smelled it. Suddenly it smells better than French perfume! Every petal is as white as jade, so pure and beautiful. I parted the peony flowers and stood among them, and I could see more clearly the flowers with different postures, some of which were completely open and their petals trembled in the breeze; Only two or three petals are unfolded when it is half open, like a shy girl; Some have withered, leaving only yellow stamens, but this is rare. Some are still showy! I picked one and couldn't help sighing, "It's so beautiful here!"
My mother wanted to take a picture of me, so I held the flowers I just picked in my hand and smiled at the camera. My mother took this beautiful picture of me.
I like this photo, and it left me a good memory. Whenever I see this photo, I will think of the happy scene of enjoying flowers in the Peony Garden. I'm looking forward to going there to enjoy peony next spring.
There is no doubt that I love the land in my hometown.
I often remember birds singing in the branches, crickets playing the piano in the grass, wild flowers all over the fields, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, looking forward to flying and fighting for beauty. The breeze blew, and the smell of dry tea came to the nose. This is my hometown: Qiao Qi.
When the burning sun woke up the sleeping East, there were bursts of smoke from the chimneys of every household, and the hometown gradually became lively, and people were busy farming. They often set out with cigarettes, a big plastic cup and farm tools that are hard to quit. They sow the seeds of hope in the field and look forward to a bumper harvest next year.
In the evening, people set up small tables, moved out small chairs and sat in front of their houses, talking and laughing with their neighbors while drinking sweet porridge. What a warm and peaceful picture!
At night, the stars in the sky shed soft light on this quiet land. The flowers and plants on the edge of the field seem to be sleepy and fall asleep quietly in a "dewdrop coat", while the crickets, crickets and frogs in the grass are not half sleepy. They are whispering all kinds of sweet sounds in the grass with great interest, intertwined, like songs that are listened to gently. Look! The stars in the sky are listening to their songs at the moment!
It is late at night, and I stand at the window quietly recalling my childhood hometown and the past of my hometown.
I remember last summer vacation, my mother's unit was going to Qingdao to play. I was overjoyed, but my mother's request was that I should finish my summer homework before going.
After 4 days, I finally finished my homework and checked the customs clearance for my mother! I jumped three feet for joy, and my mother said, "I will go next Monday." Go there well and don't run around, okay? " Oh, dear! Mom is going to start nagging again ~ ~
After a long journey, I arrived in Qingdao, where the air is fresh and the scenery is pleasant. It's really beautiful. Seeing the beautiful scenery here, I can't wait to see all the scenery in Qingdao.
After lunch, it's past three. We take a special bus to take us to every scenic spot. We went to a place to eat seafood and just got off the bus. This area is full of sand. My mother and I walked into a nearby toy store and saw many dolls in it. My mother took a fancy to a few and bought them all. My aunt who was with us also bought some dolls. After visiting these shops, it's past five o'clock, and all the adults in the car have gone shopping, leaving us children in the car, in the car, in winter. We got scared in the car and came out. Our children were scared and ran forward in despair. No one noticed a bunker when we met. I accidentally fell into the bunker and my leg was bleeding. My brothers fell down when they saw me.
Since then, I have many scars on my knees.
Recalling the life of eight people in the fourth grade, happiness is often in childhood, but under the urging of time, we grow up little by little, and the happy time gradually fades away and becomes a memory in our hearts. However, whenever we recall it, there will be an irresistible happy mood in our hearts.
I remember that the first grade of primary school was the most carefree time. I play with my classmates every day, so I don't have to be overwhelmed by my homework. Once, I played ghost hunting with my classmates and ran around the corridor. As a result, some students accidentally fell down. At that time, we were ignorant and laughed our heads off, and no one cared. As a result, we were scolded by the teacher.
A few years later, I entered the sixth grade, and my academic pressure was much heavier. Many people are sad every day, but some people are still naive, and their smiles are always on their faces, which often turns the quiet atmosphere in the class into a happy situation. On one occasion, the test scores in the class were very low, and they were scolded by the teacher. Everyone was depressed and swallowed up by sad emotions. So, the "pistachio" in the class stood up to comfort everyone, told them not to be sad, let them smile through tears, regain their happy mood and escape from sadness.
My childhood was full of joy, but there were also many sorrows. Such a childhood is worthy of my nostalgia. Happy memories reappear in front of my eyes again and again, and sad memories are the driving force for me to stand up from setbacks. I hope the memory of my childhood will always exist in a corner of my heart and will never disappear.
Everyone has his own childhood memories, and I am no exception.
One summer vacation when I was 6 years old, I was at my grandmother's house. Because there was nothing to play at grandma's house, I tied a bag on the stick so that I could catch dragonflies.
There are many dragonflies, some on the trees, some on the ground, some on the roof ... At that time, I saw the dragonflies that fell on the ground, and just wanted to catch them, they flew away. I didn't catch them, but fell down. The second time, I found two dragonflies falling to the ground together. I was walking carefully when suddenly I jumped on them. Haha, I got you! My heart is as sweet as honey. I have a dragonfly in one hand and I just want to tell my grandmother. As a result, I ran away as soon as I let go At this time, I held the dragonfly in my hands for fear that it would run away. Grandma saw me holding a dragonfly and quickly said, "Put it down! Put it down! " Grandma didn't tell me why she left. But I didn't listen. I remember adults saying that dragonflies can't fly as long as their wings are wet. I dropped a few drops of water on their wings, and sure enough, they couldn't fly. Later I learned that dragonflies eat insects. They are beneficial insects. I shouldn't hurt them.
I hurt the dragonfly because of my ignorance when I was a child. Now I think about it, it's still very uncomfortable! Although childhood is right or wrong, it is all beautiful in retrospect.
Recalling the fourth grade composition 10 opens the floodgate of memory, and those memories burst out like a burst of banks and remain in my mind. When we were young, we were as naive as a blank sheet of paper. Now, after countless storms, we are becoming more and more mature. The drawing paper is painted with colorful colors, and each color represents a memory.
Open the photo album, which is full of photos of me from childhood to adulthood. It records the process of my growth. When I looked at the photo, I couldn't help but burst into tears. When I was a child, people and things were vague, but they were unforgettable scenery in everyone's heart. Look, that photo was taken by me sitting on the merry-go-round. At that time, I liked to ride a merry-go-round and always go back to the starting point. Looking back on the road we have traveled, there are ups and downs, laughter and tears. We were young then. Looking back on our past, memories are beautiful. Now, we will never be heartless and crazy, and we will never be upset about a trivial matter.
Now we can never go back to the past. So, learn to leave some memories for yourself. When we grow up and share these memories with you, how happy you will feel. Whether these past events are beautiful or not, they are still an indispensable part of our lives, because they enrich our lives.
Recalling the fourth grade composition 1 1 childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to the heart; Childhood is like a rainbow after a storm, and it grows in You Lan; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset. The wind can't blow away this warm memory, and the rain can't drown this moving melody. Only the lovely sunshine shines on it and preserves it. ...
I remember when I was five years old, I played with my good friend Yu Duoduo. After a while, we were both tired of playing and began to chew gum. Just as we were attracted by the wonderful TV program, we couldn't help laughing. Accidentally, a piece of bubble gum "kissed" the remote control tightly, as if it were a pair of inseparable couples, hugging each other tightly. This is terrible. The remote control is sticky in my hand. If my mother finds out, she will definitely criticize me severely. I took the bubble gum off the top layer first, but the bubble gum on the bottom layer stuck to the remote control and I couldn't take it off. Yu Duoduo and I tried our best, but we couldn't get the bubble gum off the remote control. So, we made a bold decision: take out two No.5 batteries and "bathe" the remote control. We believe that bubble gum will definitely fall off.
Just start, the two of us will fill a basin of water first and take out the battery of the remote control. I took another small brush. After the preparatory work is finished, I can't wait to throw the remote control into the water and brush it hard. In a short time, I brushed this stubborn bubble gum down. I was very happy at first, but after installing the battery, I found that the remote control was not working. Mom is glad to know the whole story. Not only did she not talk about me, but she also told me that household appliances could not be washed with water. It seems that I have done something stupid!
Childhood is gone forever, only memories will stay in my heart forever, and all childhood memories will make me feel beautiful.
Memories of the fourth grade composition 12 Memories are a rope full of beautiful beads, which makes happy, unforgettable, touching and happy stories shine brightly and make people memorable.
It was a winter morning. I opened the window and revealed a silver fairy tale world: the roof and the ground were covered with thick snow. Ah! How nice it is to have a snowball fight in such thick snow!
So, I went to my good friend Xiaohui to discuss the snowball fight, and Xiaohui readily agreed without saying anything. The game began, and we both stood aside and began to play. We all snowballed first and stormed at each other as we rolled. In the end, Xiaohui couldn't stop my "gunfire" and was defeated by me. I won the first round, not to mention how happy I was!
At the beginning of the second game, we each prepared our own "weapons" and attacked at the right time. We laughed happily, chased, hit and ran. While I was not paying attention, Xiaohui threw snowballs on my head, body and legs one after another ... In order to avenge myself, I sneaked behind Xiaohui and threw a snowball on her neck, only to see that she kept pulling out the scattered snowballs and then showed her "fierce" eyes. Seeing that my snowball was about to disappear, I had a brainwave and came up with a solution: not bright, but dark. So I secretly transported her snowballs one by one as my "artillery fire". Finally, I suddenly attacked Xiaohui and beat her out of the water. She fell to the ground and cried out for mercy. She said sadly, "I admire you! Admire! " I proudly replied: "Where, where!"
Finally, we all laughed. We smashed the remaining snowballs one by one, and silver flowers bloomed in the snow, just like our joy spilled over the snow.
Recalling the fourth grade composition 13 recalling my childhood, how long have I seen you; Recalling my childhood, your jumping figure is always in front of my eyes; Recalling my childhood, those white sandals; Recalling your childhood, your flashy performance ...-Inscription.
The past always comes and goes without a trace. Time passed quietly in the blink of an eye. I remember that day, a funny thing. That day, grandma was cooking behind my back. When I was four years old, I was not sensible. I took off all my shoes and threw them into the pot. Shoes, a pair of beautiful sandals, so ruined.
Childhood, no amount of money, no amount of gold can change me back as a child.
That year, I formed a team with two good friends, where I sang, danced and danced. Three different girls danced with the same madness, enthusiasm and sweat.
Recalling the past, when I was a child, I painted and painted there desperately. After I finished drawing a ghost symbol, I immediately picked up the tape and stuck it on the wardrobe, and kept writing, drawing and pasting. Three days passed like the flowing water of the Yangtze River, and almost the whole wardrobe became my "art exhibition"
Recalling the past, my friend and I wrote a novel. At that time, I was seven years old. The novel I wrote is ugly and boring. But I was delighted to think: Hehe, this novel is really well written.
When I was young, I learned the lesson of blood.
That day, my friends and I were playing eight characters. A friend pays attention to all directions and listens to all directions. Not far away, my friend found a yellow and white cat.
At that time, we were stupid and naive. I rushed over like a cat with a big step. I was just catching a cat with my friends when the cat suddenly turned around and bit me. In this way, I had intravenous drip for seven days and seven nights.
You cherish today and embrace tomorrow with a hundred times enthusiasm, so the future must belong to you.
Recalling a winter in my memory, it was snowing heavily.
I opened the door and walked into this white world. Snow, falling, falling from the sky, falling on the roof, falling on the ground, very light, like the footsteps of a kitten. In the snow, there are several glittering and translucent ice cubes, shining. Trees, dressed in snow, white hats, white cotton-padded jackets and white scarves, what a pure white world.
I came to the river. The river is covered with a thick layer of ice, and the ice is covered with snow. Children play on the ice, boys skate on the ice, and their movements are constantly changing. Not to be outdone, the girls played with sledges, which slid down the slope of the river bank. Laughter surrounds the river, what a happy paradise.
When I came to the field, I vaguely saw green vegetables, most of which were covered under the white carpet. The "carpet" is white without any decoration, which makes me intoxicated. What a beautiful place.
I came to the forest. Snowflakes hang on the tree, and from time to time, large groups of snowflakes fall from the tree. A few plum blossoms caught my eye, very bright against the white snow. What a quiet forest.
Look at the mountains in the distance, covered with snow, like white satin, with the shadow of clouds embroidered on them, like black flowers. What a sacred mountain.
The snow scene in winter is really beautiful and deeply reflected in my memory.
Memories of the Fourth Grade Composition 15 Once, when I came back from school, I saw that my old path in walking to school was being repaired. I don't know how many times this road has been built and how many memories I have. Every time I go home, I will chat with my good friends and confide in them. Now every time I pass the restaurant, I feel that we can only meet at school. In the yard, when playing with friends, I am only unhappy at night. Every time I talk about studying, I will be bullied by the bully in the yard. I want to resist, but I don't have the courage. My opinion will be opposed by others. In the past, we were all very happy Every night is full of excitement, but now, every day is quiet. What used to be flowers and plants has now become a house, and the place where I used to play has also become a hotel, and now it is independent. My family is very happy. Now this happy family is no longer happy, no longer happy, and parents have fallen out. My mother cries all day, and my father doesn't come back to see me and my mother all day. When my mother cries, I want to cry, but I can't cry.
Mother was hit again and again. First I quarreled with my father, then my grandmother died, and then my aunt got sick. My mother is very upset, and I am very upset to see my mother upset. I really hope that everything will go back to the past, my family will become as happy as before, and everything here will not change. I want to keep my old memories and my old hometown well.