Time: 2015-11-18

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Number one: The past is hard to remember.

The autumn wind blew, and it was the second month that I came to Wujiang Experimental Junior High School in a blink of an eye. The past is vivid in my mind ...

Looking at the sweet smile on graduation photo's face, my heart ached for six years! Six years! I didn't cherish every second. At this point, my heart really hurts!

I used to hate my math teacher very much. His expression, his temper, his favorite words, after many twists and turns, were deeply imprinted in my mind. I hate him. He will occupy our time

Suddenly, for what? For his "test paper", but every time the teacher casually smiled and said, "Do you think I want to? I still want to sit in the office and have tea? " Do you know that?/You know what? Every time I will quietly

Mutter: "Then don't go!" So, I have been absent-minded in your class, and I hate that you won't let us play! I hate that you only talk about knowledge!

Now you ask me if I still hate you, and I will smile and say, "Only love."

At that time, I said, "Then don't go!" It shook my heart, even my whole body, because I regretted it. Absence of mind in math class has led to my high school math scores so far. I really regret if! If! I know there can't be the word "if", because I have lost it, lost it, and I will never come back!

Writing here, I couldn't help but vomit my tongue, and I cried!

Teacher! I didn't understand your education at first. I know you must be thinking about our children's lives now, right?

Yes! You must be remembering, you must be smiling sweetly now. ...

I just wish I could listen to your teacher again! Really!

"Teacher/like a gardener/sorting out this mess/mess/hair/"I muttered to myself in front of my alma mater more than once. Now I see that primary schools are still cultivating new students in the "storm", and I laugh.

"Students/like scissors/destroy this wool/every time/"I thought about this question silently more than once, because I knew the teacher's hard work in cultivating new students in this area, but we never knew ... I began to cry.

"The past/how many things/make me regret/the past/how many things/make me intoxicated/"

Article 2: The past is unbearable.

Time slipped away from me, and I sighed helplessly. At this time, a familiar nursery rhyme gradually sounded in my ear. ...

My father often told me that when I was just babbling, my grandmother always held me in her arms every morning, holding my little hand and gently singing "Little boy, go to school with his schoolbag on his back ..." When I was in a good mood, my grandmother always followed the rhythm and gestured with her hands, which made me giggle.

My mother often tells me that every night, my grandmother always holds me in her arms, stroking my little head and humming in a low voice: "Shake, shake, shake to the Waipo Bridge ..." She sends me into a sweet dream with nursery rhymes full of love.

Memories often tell me that when I was a child, my grandmother always fed me with a spoon, and I either skipped her naughtily or ruined the food. Grandma is not angry at all.

I ran around this "little sun" with a rice bowl in one hand and a small spoon in the other. As she chased it slowly, she hummed with mirth: "Little darling, come to eat; Scrambled eggs with carrots; Not picky about food, into three.

Meal ... "In this way, I managed to finish my meal while being coaxed and fed by my grandmother. I will never forget it. At this time, grandma's tired face showed a gratified smile.

On summer nights, grandma likes to take me to the grass at the door to enjoy the cool. In the moonlight, sometimes she holds my hand and points to the moon and sings: "The moon is curved, the moon is round, the moon is curved like a boat, and the moon is round like a circle."

Plates. "Under the starry sky, sometimes I count the stars with her and sing happily together:" Stars in the sky, lights on the ground, stars blink, lights shine ... "The bright moon, stars, grass, nursery rhymes between grandparents and grandchildren,

Spend countless unforgettable summer nights with me.

Grandma's belly is like a nursery rhyme basket. You can't pull it out and sing it. Every song brings me into the wonderful fairy tale world; Every nursery rhyme contains grandma's deep love for me; Every melody is full of grandma's infinite affection.

Now grandma is nearly eighty years old, with silver hair on her heels and wrinkles all over her face, as if it were nursery rhymes and nursery rhymes many years ago. Looking at her old and kind face, I seem to have returned to my childhood full of songs and love-the melody of my childhood is my best memory, which I still miss.

Article 3: The past is unbearable.

Days have passed like running water, many things have been blurred, but some things are still fresh in my memory.

When I was a child, I enjoyed the game every weekend night. That night, the children in the whole yard will gather on the playground, led by big brothers and sisters to play games, and they are equally happy.

Like a flying bird. Often when I come back from eating out on weekends, I always jump out of my father's car to join the game and laugh happily together. One of the games we play most often is called "Kill and Save"

Live ",always fairly divide a small number of people into" dead "and many people into" live "to play games. I remember I was a trotter at that time, and some bosses couldn't outrun me! So, although I always take risks as a rescuer.

The work of the "living" caught by the "dead" often saves others without "sacrificing" themselves. Now that I think about it, that time was really beautiful. Whoever doesn't attend any weekend will definitely attend the meeting.

I regret it.

When I was a child, I didn't forget to exercise when I was nervous about my studies. Think about the winter sports meeting held in the yard. The scene is really spectacular. Not only children but also many adults took part. Organizer Zhang He Siheyuan

Several big brothers in the village are as busy as a bee. I also signed up for long-distance running and sprinting, but I'm not good at hula hoop and skipping rope, so let others participate! On the day of the game, I was nervous and excited.

I'm full and ready to run. First, I sprinted. I slipped accidentally when I turned around, which delayed my time and won the second place. During the long-distance running, I exercised my body and improved my spirit. The referee gave me a password.

At that moment, I rushed out like an arrow ... cheers, I finally won a championship in the long-distance race. The next competition is also wonderful: hula hoop, look, those little girls are twisting their petite bodies.

Son, struggling to turn around; Those aunts seem to be unable to show weakness, twisting their slender waist. Skipping rope, you see, the rope in the athlete's hand keeps spinning, his feet are dancing rhythmically, and his whole body is well coordinated.

Just like dancing ... the whole Winter Games not only attracted people from all over the yard, but also attracted people from other places. More importantly, it made us monkeys and children have a happy and unforgettable day.

The past is reluctant, and the years are like ruthless water, washing away memories. But in that hazy memory, there must be an unforgettable light!