1 20xx years have passed in a blink of an eye. This year left me a lot of things, some happy, some sad, some memorable, and everything we should record, because they are our memory of one day in 20xx years and a psychological "history".
This morning, I got up early, because I had to go to the street with my classmates to find typos in the afternoon. This is the first time I have done my homework with my classmates since I was in the fifth grade, so I am a little excited and can't sleep.
The morning of this day is too long, I thought I spent three days! Fortunately, I finally "survived". In the process of suffering, I feel a little "dead".
Afternoon has finally arrived. I have prepared my small bag and put a lot of things in it. I brought everything that is useful and may be useful. I brought everything when I was away from home, but why do I always feel that I didn't bring anything? If you don't bring it, you don't bring it.
When we get to the concentrated place, we will discuss the walking route first and then set off. The four of us have simple minds and developed limbs, so we decided to set the route as starting from Anton Village in Chang 'an, passing through Longzhou Bridge, walking around the school, and then returning to the starting point.
In this journey of looking for typos, we talked and laughed, as if we forgot to do our homework, as if we were on an outing. Even more incredible, we met another group of people looking for typos in the street. ...
This is a day in my memory and the most unforgettable day in 20xx. I will cherish this day.
The leaves are blown away by the wind, so they can't be collected naturally. Memories are erased by time, hazy. Looking out of the window, the petals of osmanthus are falling, and there is a slight fragrance. I recall my alma mater, but I have no memories.
Come to my alma mater, remember.
When I first went to school, there were two osmanthus trees in the flower bed, which were already in full bloom. It was charming to stand there. Every day, friends will laugh around them, and parents who meet their children sometimes can't help standing there, smelling faint fragrance and full of praise. When I was a child, I didn't know it was called osmanthus tree, but it was always called big tree. Stay there every day, stretch out your tender hand and touch osmanthus. When someone comes, he will run away shyly.
Once, when I was thinking about why the big tree gave off its fragrance, that hateful deskmate came in and made fun of me. He also said that I was nearsighted and that it was a osmanthus tree. Since then, the big tree has a new name, and I have called it osmanthus tree.
When the wind blows, I just smile when I wake up and look at two osmanthus trees, but I don't know how to look at my childhood memories.
It's a memory of our childhood, when we approached unconsciously, drawing in primary school, writing contest and so on were all recorded on it. There is a slight glare in the thin clouds, and my eyes are moist. At that time, we had watercolor paint in one hand, no matter how dirty it was, we printed it on the drawing paper by hand, and we giggled. The teacher has no choice. So we just kept getting along, and then we grew up and graduated. .
Today's campus is still that campus, osmanthus tree is still that osmanthus tree, but the memory is blocked by the thin light of clouds.
I have a precious photo album which records my childhood. Although the past is like smoke, when I opened it, childhood memories came to me like a tide. ...
Look! The first photo was taken when I was 1 years old. At that time, I had a "little ball" hairstyle, which was very popular. But my mother said that I was naughty, lying in the cradle crying and making trouble, so I had to put down my work and feed me.
Time flies, six years have passed, and I have grown into a lovely and innocent little girl. This photo was taken by my uncle on my seventh birthday. There was a two-story cake on the table that day, and my mother cooked a good dish, which can be said to be "delicacies, everything"! My uncle bent down, lit the candle, told me to make a wish and then blew it out. Small flame, like dancing, is celebrating my birthday! I took a deep breath and blew it, and the candle was blown out immediately. I jumped and shouted happily. At this time, there was a "crack" and this beautiful moment was left.
This photo album, I say it is precious because it records the joys and sorrows of my childhood and is a kind of wealth in my life.
Looking at the picture in front of me with a bright smile, I can't help thinking of Peach Blossom Island.
In my impression, Peach Blossom Island is a small island full of peach blossoms and surrounded by the sea, but after I went there, I found that there were no peach blossoms at all, only a few fake peach trees, and it was a small town. It was not until we arrived at Angel Peak that we knew that Peach Blossom Island was named not because there were peach blossoms here, but because of the unique peach blossom stone on the island. I carefully observe the peach blossom stone, and it turns out that there are peach blossom-like patterns on the stone, which are as lifelike as those carved on it. It was formed after hundreds of millions of years of crustal changes.
Then, we visited Angel Peak. We came to Longtan Waterfall and heard the sound of the waterfall before we approached it. I have seen the waterfall of Jiufeng Mountain, which descended from the sky like a dragon, very spectacular; Ye Heqiu's waterfalls are small and numerous, and they are a waterfall group; On the other hand, the waterfalls in Anji Peak are different. Seen from the side, it is like a beautiful rainbow unfolding before our eyes, dazzling!
In the afternoon, we came to the condor studio. Oh, I know that many TV plays are shot here. A short reception can make a bustling street with no end; A room can be photographed as the residence of different families ... the beautiful lakes and mountains make people linger!
Time to go home again. The cruise ship gradually left the dock. Goodbye, island! Goodbye, sea!
Good memories will always be revealed inadvertently, and precious photos will always record the bits and pieces of our lives. Life is so colorful!
Memories of the sixth grade composition in primary school 5 We are about to leave the school where we have lived for six years, bid farewell to the teachers and classmates who get along with each other day and night, and enter a new school. We have a beautiful campus, but what I like best is Class 62 on the second floor.
In this classroom, there are a group of lively and lovely pupils. Boys are ok, girls are beautiful. They study together to celebrate a student's birthday in the classroom every day and cry happily together. But they don't unite, and when they encounter difficulties, they put the blame on others one by one.
What impressed me most was that we were scolded by Li School from morning till night. In the morning, it was because the things on the table were not cleaned up. Back in class, the boy put the blame on the girl, and the girl said it wasn't us, so the boy and the girl quarreled. I think we are a collective. We should not shirk our responsibilities, but face difficulties together. When you encounter difficulties, face them directly.
Now I begin to think of my little friend, the strange understanding of senior one and senior two. The third grade became friends, the fourth grade became sisters, the fifth grade became girlfriends, and the sixth grade was dissolved with a paper and an exam. Thank you for your help in the past six years. I still remember that we were in the dormitory, Eva performed antics for us, and we wrote poems together. We were really eight talented women. We wrote the lyrics. We are singers. These things flashed through my mind.
After experiencing spring, summer, autumn and winter, we will start a new journey next year. Please don't be afraid to bid farewell to the beautiful fairy tale of youth. We are all grown up. I will always remember my classmates in Class 62. Finally, I wish you all success in junior high school and a happy life in junior high school! See you next time!
Memories of the sixth grade composition of primary school 6 leaves return to their roots, and tired birds return to their nests.
When the familiar street appeared before my eyes, I had mixed feelings. There used to be a busy street, but now there are only a few strangers walking in a hurry. The lush maple leaves only a few yellow maple leaves. A bleak autumn wind blew and the maple leaves fell.
Is the noodle restaurant around the corner still there? I thought. Unconsciously, I have arrived. The noodle restaurant is still there, and there are only a few people inside. I chose a window seat and sat down. When the boss asked me what noodles I wanted, I said "Zhajiang noodles" with my hometown accent without hesitation. When I was in primary school, I often came here with my classmates to eat noodles with dregs and play while eating. The noodle shop owner watched us play and didn't stop us. But now, I am the only one here.
Hearing my hometown accent, the boss paused, looked at me carefully and suddenly said excitedly, "Are you Jing Yao?"
I was very surprised to hear him call my name loudly. Looking at him, he said uncertainly, "Are you Yang Lin?"
"Yes!"
I never thought that my primary school classmates and I would meet in such a scene. Yang Lin was my deskmate in primary school. The tender and green face in my memory has long since ceased to exist, replaced by maturity and vicissitudes.
"How have you been these years?" I asked Yang Lin.
"muddle along!" Yang Lin smiled wryly.
"What about you?"
"Not bad." I sighed and said.
Relatively speechless. We've changed. At that time, we could talk for an afternoon, but now, even if there are thousands of words, it has become a few sentences.
Out of the noodle restaurant, I came to the primary school I attended that year. The snow-white wall has been covered with thick dust. Everything is still there, but things have changed long ago. At that time, we were full of energy and excitement to discuss the future, but now, our ambitions have vanished. At that time, we couldn't wait to live independently, leave campus, teachers, parents and live our own lives. But now how much we miss the campus and the beginning, don't we?
Back home, the old tree in front of the door has been cut down, leaving only a lonely stump. At that time, my friends and I were playing in the shade of an old tree, but now, alas. The shiny wooden doors in the past are now somewhat decadent. How wonderful it used to be. If in those days, this yard must be very lively, but now, I am the only one in the yard of Nuoda. On the eaves of the wall, a spider web hangs obliquely, and a spider climbs out to mend the hole in the web.
Time flies so fast that people are caught off guard. In the blink of an eye, things changed.
Everyone's life has its own color. In my life, my parents' quarrels, classmates' mutual help and friends' confidences all add color to my life. In my mind, there are many impressive and warm experiences. Among family, friendship and classmates, I prefer friendship, which is also essential in my life. I was deeply moved by the mutual concern between Qian Wen and me!
That afternoon, the trees were particularly lush, the flowers were particularly delicate, and the sun shone on my body, making me feel better. I'm going downstairs to check the hygiene and electricity saving, and I'm wandering around the fourth-grade building with a score record, breathing fresh air and feeling refreshed.
Suddenly, Qian Wen appeared in front of my eyes happily. She waved at me and greeted me: "Hi! Yuxin! " I smiled back at her. I ran to her. I asked her what she wanted. She told me: "Yuxin, I accidentally dropped my hair band in the bushes when I was playing with Yiting. I went down and picked it up After I picked it up, I didn't want to go out from the grass. Can you pull me up later? " She gave a pleading look. I looked at her so piteously and thought, I'll try. I'd better not let her go down and pick it up! I answered her confidently: "Qian Wen, wait a moment first, and I'll see if I can hook it up with my notebook!" " "
As I spoke, I held out my hand and prepared to show my talents. I thought to myself, I must tie my hair up, but I can't lose face. But this hair band just wants to be against me, it's just naughty and won't come up.
I was helpless, so I had to let Qian Wen go down and pick it up by himself. After entering the grass, she picked up the hair band, wiped it clean and put it on her head. I grabbed her hand and pulled it up hard. I took the wall as the fulcrum, put my foot against the wall and pushed hard. For some reason, I just can't pull it up. After nearly five minutes of stalemate, I was sweating profusely. I am really exhausted. When I saw an aunt, I asked her for help. Unexpectedly, with the help of my aunt, I pulled Qian Wen up easily.
She sincerely said to me: "Yu Xin, thank you!" " "I smiled shyly and said goodbye to her.
In the future, if I have problems with math, I will take the initiative to ask this senior for help, and she will help me explain. Sometimes, I really appreciate her from the bottom of my heart!
Care is everywhere, and people need care to get along with each other. Between classmates, even ordinary things can become very precious memories!
Memories of Grade 86 My primary school life will soon be over, and I have grown from an ignorant child to a mature girl. Six years' experience can be described as sour, sweet, crying and spicy, among which bitter and sweet are the most memorable.
I still remember when we were in the fifth grade, near the final exam, we tried our best to squeeze time to review every day. At seven or eight in the evening, we read teaching reference books and counseling books. Struggle for the big exam every day. The mountain of self-criticism is high and the topic is deep. Every day between classes, it is not naive laughter that reverberates, but the "rustling" sound of the pen touching the paper. During the break, we no longer discuss celebrity gossip and comic games, but discuss math and Chinese topics. Every day, I thought it was easy to finish my homework quickly, but every time I finished my homework, I turned to look at the ticking alarm clock and found that time had slipped away in my pen. At that time, I wanted to go back to our childhood when we were still eating lollipops, instead of being immersed in black and white exercise books. —— Suffering from the spring outing in the third grade, our class launched the first wonderful tug-of-war competition. After the draw, we selected the contestants and tied a bright red ribbon in the middle of the long rope. All the players were in high spirits and held back their strength. Lou Kaicheng grasped the rope tightly and shouted with his friends. He pulled the rope to his side with all his strength. Cheerleading is more lively, hands shaking, almost screaming. In "Come on, come on ……", our momentum becomes stronger. After several difficult struggles, the red ribbon finally moved to our side, only to hear a "plop". We all fell, so we jumped up and shouted, "We won!" " We won ... "-My primary school life ended before I knew it, and I'm going to say goodbye to my alma mater and teachers. We enjoy the sunshine of knowledge here, with the guidance of good teachers and the love of close classmates. Finish primary school in this beautiful environment and enjoy the wave of knowledge here.
Six years of campus life is a colorful world full of fairy tales. During recess and on the playground, we have paintings everywhere. Here tells us whether we are rich in scientific knowledge or happy. The sun rises, and the five-star red flag rises from the campus Ran Ran at this time every day, which warms our hearts. Campus life is our childhood life, so beautiful, so beautiful.
Childhood is a song, a beautiful song, everything is touching notes, and the most touching thing is catching grasshoppers.
I lived in the country when I was a child. There are many flowers and plants near my home. Birds and insects live there. I often play with my friends.
I remember once, I organized my friends to catch grasshoppers. Look ahead at sunset and see who catches the most, and whoever wins. I started catching grasshoppers. The little green grasshopper among the flowers is so cute. I aimed at one and patted it with my little hand open. Hey, that grasshopper seems to have eyes behind his head, jumping up and down. In the blink of an eye, it "disappeared" in my sight. I didn't expect it to react so quickly.
My friends caught a few, but I still got nothing. I thought, "How did they do it?" So I watched how they caught it. I saw a little friend who was far away from a grasshopper with a green body, quietly walked up to the grasshopper, put his hand on the grasshopper and caught it. I'm also eager to try. I approached a grasshopper carefully. Open your little hand slowly, jump on it quickly and catch it. I'm so happy, this method really works! I took it in my hand, carefully put it in my trouser pocket and zipped it up. And then catch the next one. I also used the same method just now, approached slowly, covered my hands and caught another grasshopper. I am both excited and happy.
Soon, the sun went down. By this time, I have caught many grasshoppers. One, two, three ... Wow, a * * * caught seven grasshoppers. It seems that today is a bumper harvest! Look at other friends. They didn't catch as many as I did. Yeah! I won! I came home with a full load.
This is my childhood, this is a song, a beautiful song. Catching Grasshoppers is the most touching note in this childhood song.