There is a little friend of mine downstairs. Her name is Qiqi. She is one grade higher than me, probably because we are about the same height and get along well together. She has a very responsible father, who often accompanies her to study late. She can still hear her father's criticism after ten o'clock. Always hear "Kiki, get up!" Be punctual in the morning. It's so loud that I always get up laughing.
When we are free, we will play together and be inseparable. We rode bicycles around the community together, enjoying the coolness of the summer breeze; Will also kick shuttlecock in the sun, run and jump there, leaving laughter; Every day, I practice the piano upstairs. Whether I play well or not, she always praises me. And her hobby is painting, which is very good. Every time I draw with her, I lose. When we are tired of playing, we will read books at home together and soon indulge in the ocean of knowledge. When something beautiful happens to us, we will borrow some books from each other.
Once, I bought some tickets for the park and wanted to give them to her, but I learned that she was moving. I suddenly panicked and I didn't have another good partner. We didn't even have a chance to say goodbye, but the book I forgot to return to her in the study always reminds me of our happy time together, which will eventually become my cherished memories.
Precious Memory 2 "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor." Every time I read this poem, I think of someone. Even though we are separated now, my childhood memories are still cherished in my heart.
I remember that we were very young at that time, and she and I were neighbors, so we were always tired of being together after school and felt very happy with her. We will lie in bed and draw or read picture books. She likes to tell me stories. I still remember her cadence. In summer, she always asked me to catch tadpoles and bring them back to watch them turn into frogs day by day. Sometimes we play hide-and-seek and catch dragonflies in rape fields. Watching the hair dryer get cold at night, I will tell ghost stories to scare her and make her afraid to sleep alone at night. We sometimes quarrel and then go home and cry to our parents, but when we meet the next day, we have long forgotten yesterday's unhappiness and played together. Although sometimes I am wrong, she always makes way for me.
I remember once on my birthday, she came to my house to accompany me. She said she had a surprise for me. She called me out and went home to get a big bag of things. I don't know what's in it. She asked me to guess, and my pig brain couldn't guess, so she gave it to me and I opened it. In fact, the whole package is full of fireworks, large and small. Winter is the season of fireworks. She said that she had saved pocket money for a long time before buying it. I was moved at that time. Tears are always swirling in my eyes. When gorgeous fireworks are shining in the sky, I think this is our friendship.
Later, I went to primary school and she transferred to another school. Since then, I have hardly contacted again, but my childhood memories will always be cherished in my heart.
The wind outside the precious memory window is blowing gently. Suddenly, a leaf blew in front of me. Seeing it, the door of memory can't help being opened.
In that exam, I got a "good" score of "Red lanterns hanging high". For a time, my classmates laughed at me, my teacher taught me a lesson and my parents sighed. I am very upset, but who can know my heart and my difficulties?
I started running away. That day, in order to stop hearing my parents' voices, I went to my classmate's little brother's house. Seeing that I was no longer as happy as before, she asked me why. The fallen tree said, "This leaf really bit the hand that fed it. It absorbs the essence of trees. When winter came, it fell to the ground to avoid the cold, but in the end it could not escape being corroded. " Hearing this, she said, "You are wrong. Leaves come to repay kindness. In order to make its tree mother stronger, he is willing to be corroded by the land, so that its tree mother can get the nutrition it contributes. You are like a leaf. For parents and teachers, you can't escape, because you know in your heart that you are sorry for them, so you choose to escape. I believe you won't let them down next time. "
My heart suddenly opened. Yes, although I am escaping these days, I am also working hard silently. I can't let my teachers and parents down any more.
On the way home, the sky seems to be much bluer, and the birds seem to be singing for me, because I will work harder and won't let my teachers and parents down again.
Time has returned to the present, and I remembered that one thing. There is a warm current in my heart. It was she who made me stop running away and regain my confidence. I will never forget her, let alone what she said and this matter.
This incident is my most cherished memory!
Treasured memory 4 There are many touching things in the Olympic Games, whether it is the Olympic Games or the Paralympic Games. Now, I will tell you a true story.
In another 200-meter swimming competition, a young man from China attracted special attention.
He has no hands, only one leg. When he was a child, he was forced to have his hands and a leg amputated because of a special accident. But he showed amazing perseverance in the game. He won the gold medal!
I think, although he is a disabled person, he is physically and mentally disabled and has finally created a blue sky for himself. His spirit is worth learning.
Most young people nowadays have the same shortcoming: if you don't do something well the previous times, you won't do it. What is the reason? Might as well not do it. It takes a lot of time.
There is a medicine called "606". It took 606 attempts to succeed. If the person who tried it gave up after 605 times, would there be this medicine? Will it have this honor today? I don't think so!
Everyone should have confidence in themselves. Facing the long runway, we should say to ourselves, "I can do it!" " "In the face of every exam, we have to say to ourselves," I can do it! " "Facing every test paper, we should say to ourselves," I can do it! " Facing every difficulty, we should say to ourselves, "I can do it! " " ……
Countless small things and countless difficulties, we should all report with a smile, plus our sentence: "I can do it!" " "
Treasured memory 5 The past is like yesterday, but it is no longer a state of mind. Looking back, I think that's what I am, longing for the future, but cherishing the past. In my heart, there is always a memory worth cherishing.
Treasure. The laughter of childhood.
When I was a child, I was crazy about swings. The pure white one standing on the green lawn bears almost all the hopes of childhood. With several children, sitting alone, several people pushing behind in turn, the swing swings high and the skirt rises, flying with our mood. Crisp and loud laughter broke out constantly.
With the disappearance of childhood, carefree laughter is treasured in my heart.
Treasure. Nostalgia at graduation.
The blazing sun shone directly down, and even the leaves seemed to be dried and looked sleepy. Six years is a thin photo, and everything in the past is nowhere to be found. It feels like something is missing, empty. In the classmate's record, lines of words are handsome or dancing, which looks like people. The warmth I felt from the bottom of my heart, together with that book, was treasured by me.
As the light disappears at any time, colorful homesickness is treasured in my heart.
Cherish laughter and homesickness, and I leave a small world in my heart. Because I know these treasures are the best and most cherished in my life.
Precious memories There are some unforgettable treasures in everyone's mind. Every time I see that badminton racket, it can arouse my long-lost dusty memory. Like a bright pearl, it will never be forgotten.
My best collection is that badminton racket. Although it is out of date and the paint has fallen off in some places, in my opinion, it is still priceless. He kept my most precious friendship. Until now, seeing that badminton racket, that unforgettable friendship seems to be yesterday.
That was when I was in the sixth grade. Badminton was very popular in our school. Both senior and junior students are playing badminton. My good friend Xiaogang and I also like playing badminton, but we don't have a racket, so we borrowed it from other students, but they didn't lend it to us, so we decided to buy it ourselves.
We decided to save breakfast and pocket money given by our parents. After a month of scrimping and saving, we saved money together to buy a badminton racket. At that time, don't mention how happy we were. We feel that we are the happiest people in the world, and Xiaogang is my best brother. We swear that in the future, we will share joys and sorrows.
In junior high school, Xiaogang was taken to school by his parents in the city where he worked, and never came back. And badminton is not so popular. At that time, I still loved playing badminton.
Xiao Gang, I wonder if you still play badminton? When you come back, we'll have a competition again! But, I really don't know, what year was it in Na Yue?
Looking at the badminton racket in front of me, I picked it up, put it in the cupboard and treasured it.
Because cherish it, is to let that pure friendship stay in my memory forever.
Treasured memory 7 In the sunshine, in the open space in front of the classroom, we are playing the game of "the eagle catches the chicken", and laughter echoes around us.
Suddenly, bang, somehow, the protruding head hit me in the face. I just feel my nose is hot. Touch it with your hand. Blood! I was shocked and burst into tears with a "wow". The students also immediately gathered around. I don't know who reported the teacher, but Mr. Wu ran over. She hugged my shoulder and said softly, "Don't be afraid, don't cry. Let me see. Oh, it's bleeding from the right nostril. Raise your left hand above your head and hold your nose with your right hand. It will be fine in a minute. " As he spoke, he raised my hand over his head and helped me to the swimming pool. By the pool, the teacher patted my forehead with her hand, washed the blood on my face, and then said softly, "Let go of your hand, and I'll see if it still bleeds." Hey! It's really not bleeding. The teacher was not afraid of being dirty or cold, and personally washed away the blood stains on my face. I gave the teacher a secretly grateful look. She was looking at my face tenderly, wiping my tears and residual blood stains with a paper towel, and said, "Let me see, oh, wipe here, wipe here, okay, clean!" "
I was taken to the office and drank a cup of hot tea poured by the teacher. I stopped crying and was not afraid. On the contrary, I feel a feeling of happiness rising from my heart. Suddenly I remembered a song that said, "There is a kind of smile, which is the most beautiful in the years, just like the red plum proudly blooming in the snow." Teacher, your concern will be my best memory in these years, and it will also be my best memory forever.
Precious memory 8 ticks, and time is passing. At night, silence can't bear to break all this. I don't know how long it took, but the little girl finally had enough fun and ran to the old man under the pear tree. Sweat flowed from the forehead to the cheeks, and the clothes were already soaked, but the girl's face was still full of satisfaction. Lying in the old man's arms, the little girl looked up and blinked: "Grandma, why do you think fireflies shine?" The old man wiped the sweat from the girl's face, gently shook the cattail leaf fan and replied, "That's fireflies carrying small lanterns to illuminate people who walk at night." "Oh," the little girl nodded inexplicably. Fireflies are really good children, and I want to be a good child like fireflies. "The old man smiled and stroked the little girl's face. Tick-tock, time is still passing. At night, harmony can't bear to break all this. I don't know how long it took, but there was a gentle and even breathing under the pear tree. Time began to turn around. The night is still so quiet, but the night sky is not as gorgeous as before, and there is a kind old man around. Everything can't go back to the past, and childhood memories will last forever.
Treasured memory 9 I thought that six years of primary school life would be so long and difficult, as if it were endless. Unexpectedly, facing graduation, I feel how short and beautiful six years are, as if in the blink of an eye. Looking back on these six years, those wonderful times have become treasures in my memory.
I remember when I first entered school, I didn't know anyone, ignored anyone and felt strange about everything. It was not until later that I slowly approached my classmates and played with them.
Once, I can't remember why I was unhappy. Unexpectedly, many students came over, some comforted me, some made faces at me and made me laugh. Under the whimsy of my classmates, my mood finally turned from cloudy to sunny, and a smile appeared on my face.
By the third day, my classmates and I were getting along better and better. When my classmates are in trouble, I take the initiative to help them, and when I am in trouble, they help me. Although there are some small contradictions between us-they played pranks and took my things, I have no choice but to take their things and exchange them with each other. However, it is these small contradictions that make me feel that life is full of waves and colors.
Last semester, the sixth grade is about to graduate. Many people ask for advice everywhere with yearbooks. When I wrote my blessings and signatures in many people's guest books, the graduation eulogy was quietly played, and sad feelings welled up in my heart.
In the past six years, there have been laughter, tears, harmony and misunderstandings, and every bit of memories is cherished.
Treasure memory 10 There are many things lingering in my mind, but there is one thing that I still think was naive and ridiculous.
It was when I was 6 years old that I was recommended to wrestle with a chubby man. Chubby makes everyone "fat". Best of three games, whoever wins shaves 20 noses.
Everything is ready to start at any time. I rushed at each other with all my strength. Fat man ran into me like a little bull. I heard a bang, and they fell sideways together, and their foreheads hit their foreheads and immediately swelled up, consuming half of their strength. So this game doesn't count.
At the beginning of the second game, I sat on the ground and ignored the "fat man", who immediately hit me during the crisis. Suddenly I saw "Fat Man" coming. I had a brainwave and immediately stepped aside, while the "fat man" closed his breath and took a bite of sand. My friends and I laughed happily. I won the second game.
The third inning has begun. I am like a proud rooster, and the "fat man" runs like a cow sees a red cloth. I dodged to the right and didn't see anything beside me. I suddenly hit the wall and couldn't get up on the ground. My friends laughed when they saw my embarrassment. They laughed enough to help me up, screaming in pain. "Fat man" helped me to the wall and teased me: "I lost, I will shave 20 noses for you!" I endured the pain and scraped the fat man's nose.
This matter often lingers in my mind, all the time.
Treasured memory 1 1 raindrops are falling, and it is near the school. The parents at the school gate are waiting patiently for the students to come home from school. A petite girl saw her mother and threw herself into his arms. Mother took his hand and walked away. I saw this warm scene and looked everywhere, but I couldn't find my mother. This drop of rain seems to drop into my heart. How I wish I could find my mother who took me home with a flower umbrella!
I was anxious to see that many classes of students were taken away. The rustling wind blew on my face, and I felt biting cold. I began to complain about my mother, full of dissatisfaction and boredom, looking for my mother's shadow among my parents, but … I was completely disappointed.
I feel even colder when I see that my best friend's mother has come to pick her up. I walked alone in the street, as if all I saw were familiar roadside trees and unfamiliar faces. Mom won't come. She forgot me for work? But she doesn't work the night shift today! I don't care about my mother as much as before, and I am angry and hate in my heart.
Seeing that it was raining harder and harder, I decided to find a book to hold on to before I left. I dug out a thick geography book and put it on my head to withstand the cold wind and rain, so that even if my mother comes to pick me up again, I won't be rare. The light of the street lamp stretched my shadow, and I felt hungry and cold. This bean-sized raindrop brushed away my hope for my mother. Mom won't come. ...
The alley in the experimental primary school is called red scarf street, which is the only way I pass every day. Business here is booming every time after school, but today's scenery is so bleak! I took out the fifty cents left in my pocket and bought a cake to satisfy my hunger.
I got home soon, and my room was empty. I was shocked-there were bowls of fresh vegetables on the table, and my favorite laver and egg soup, which still felt a little hot. There was another message on the dining table: "Child: Sorry, mom can't come to pick you up today. Today is grandma's birthday, and your father works the night shift. I went to your grandmother's house. There are dishes you like on the table. Finish your homework, wash and sleep after dinner! -Mom 19: 30. "
I was shocked. After waiting for a while and quietly looking at the note, I felt a warm current coming to my heart and tears blurred my eyes. In this crystal tears, everything becomes vague and trance. I feel ordinary and great maternal love. I was wrong about her. It turns out that my mother still loves me, but my grandmother is thinking more about my mother and thinking. The tears that had accumulated in my eyelids for a long time welled up in my eyes and crawled over my cheeks like earthworms. All hunger and cold, all complaints and dissatisfaction, all misunderstandings and uneasiness have turned into a high respect for maternal love. I am moved!
I am tasting the delicious food my mother cooked for me, my mother's kindness to me and my deep understanding of maternal love. It's still raining outside the window. At this moment, they seem to have played a string of "harmonious notes" praising Hua Song's maternal love. "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently", interpret the sound of "mother's love is priceless" and penetrate into my dry heart. ...
No matter how the footsteps of the years leave us, this scene will always be my cherished memory!
Treasured memory 12 Pick up the red antique bag on the counter, the valve of memory opens, and the memory of a year ago comes to mind.
One day in 20xx, I turned on my tablet computer and prepared to buy a gadget as a souvenir with this year's lucky money. When I slide the tablet, exquisite things pass by my eyes, and my eyes can't help shining, one by one. Suddenly my eyes lit up. A delicate bag appeared in front of my eyes. The surface is embroidered with brocade, and there is a little decoration below. Looking at the banknotes of various countries in it makes me love it more. Looking at the price and counting my lucky money, my eyes are dim again, so I can only click to join the shopping cart silently.
For the next few days, I was listless all day, with no smile on my face. One night, my mother came back from work outside with a courier in her hand, and her face was full of fatigue. Out of curiosity, I put down my homework and opened the courier. What you want but can't get appears in front of you. It suddenly dawned on me that a few days before I got this thing, my mother found something unusual, opened the tablet, and knew that I wanted this thing too much to afford it, so I spent a lot of money to get it. At this time, my heart is warm and tears are spinning in my eyes. I held back my tears and put my favorite things on the counter as my best collection. It has also been carefully cared for by me. Until now, just like I just bought it back, I felt a little warm in my heart when I saw it.
This collection contains not only the national money, but also my mother's deep love and hope for me.
Treasured memory 13 The past has become history, but it has passed and become an eternal memory.
Everyone has good memories, some of which are written in diaries and treasured. However, I ...
I am a rural child, and I have never been spoiled since I was a child, but I still live a very happy and carefree life all day, hundreds of times happier than the city people.
When I was a child, I couldn't afford any diaries because my family was poor. They all think it's a waste to buy them, but they don't know that they can cherish their childhood memories.
Even without a beautiful diary, I still have my most precious things in my mind.
At that time, just after the New Year, my family didn't go out to work. It stands to reason that my parents will go to work in other places after the New Year, leaving me and my grandparents at home, but I don't understand why I didn't go out this year.
One day after school, when I was about to ask my mother, I saw her and grandma cooking in the kitchen and fried several dishes. My father also bought beer. I asked my father, "Are there any guests in our house today?" Dad replied, "No!" I asked again, "Then why do you cook and buy wine?" Dad said: In order to celebrate your birthday, I immediately saw tears for you. Every move of my parents moved me very much.
That night, we had a very happy night, which is the only memory I will never forget and will cherish in my mind forever.
Mom and dad, I want to say to you; I still love you. Thank you for carving good memories for me.
Treasured Memories 14 White snowflakes are floating in the winter sky, falling from the sky like angels in white, and crystal clear icicles are hung under the eaves.
Pipa sound came slowly from the hut, and I sat by the small heater, baking the stove and drinking hot cocoa. "When winter comes, the forest becomes much quieter." I turned off the TV with the snow-white screen and walked into the wonderful nature.
Pushing open the room, a cool feeling came to my face, which may be a special greeting from nature! I walked into the forest against the wind and snow.
The forest was quiet, the trees became bare, the grass was covered with thick quilts, the little squirrel went home, and the big bear spent the winter. This once prosperous forest is now white. I jumped in the forest, turned around, stepped on footprints and made a snowman. The white pleated skirt keeps spinning, and I keep spinning. ...
Oh! In a corner of the forest, a small tree is still standing steadily, with gorgeous flowers. Ah! That's Xue Mei. I haven't seen its flowers, but there are floating incense bursts. Take a closer look, how beautiful it is. Petals are so delicate, from rose to pale pink, covered with a thin layer of snow. This plum blossom has become the most dazzling star in the snow, standing firmly in the snow, guarding the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. Look at the budding buds, which also reveal elegant pink.
My nose is covered with thin snowflakes. I smiled happily and burst into tears, which were tears of joy. At the same time, I was thinking: when can I do the same?
I don't know, but all of a sudden, the winter vacation is over, and I find myself deeply missing the scene and thing next spring.
Treasured memory 15 The past has become history, but it has passed and become an eternal memory.
Everyone has perfect memories, some of which are written in diaries and treasured. And I, however,,,,
I am a rural child, and I have never been spoiled since I was a child, but I still live a very happy and carefree life all day, hundreds of times happier than the city people.
When I was a child, I couldn't afford any diaries because my family was poor. They all think it's a waste to buy it, but they don't understand that they can cherish the perfect memories of their childhood.
Even without a beautiful diary, I still have my most precious things in my mind.
At that time, just after the New Year, my family didn't go out to work. It stands to reason that my parents will go to work in other places after the New Year, leaving me and my grandparents at home, but I don't understand why I didn't go out this year.
One day after school, when I was about to ask my mother, I saw her and grandma cooking in the kitchen and fried several dishes. My father also bought beer. I asked my father, "Are there any guests in our house today?" Dad replied, "No!" I asked again, "Why are you cooking and buying wine?" Dad said, "To celebrate your birthday, I immediately saw tears for you. Every move of my parents moved me very much.
That night, we had a very happy night, which is the only memory I will never forget and will cherish in my mind forever.
Mom and dad, I want to say to you; I still love you. You carved a perfect memory for me, thank you.