A model essay on memories 1 blows away the dust. I gently opened the photo album and the photo came into view. These are photos of my kindergarten days, and one of them is when I blew out the candles on my birthday cake. At that time, I was only six years old, and every birthday was accompanied by my whole family.
"Happy birthday to you ..." With everyone singing, I closed my eyes, folded my hands, made a good wish and blew out the flickering candle. Suddenly, my second aunt dipped a little cream in my face and soon put it on my face. I was so angry that I wanted to "fight back". The result was empty, but everyone laughed. I don't want to. While my second aunt was not paying attention, I painted her face as a "flower cat". As a result, my sister, cousin, second aunt and cousin all joined forces to attack me. I quickly raised my hand and surrendered. "People have to bow their heads under the eaves!" "
The story reached its climax-the cake was cut and my mother took my hand to cut it. The first cake was given to the birthday girl first, and I took a chocolate myself and ate it with relish.
A gust of wind brought me back to reality from my fond memories. Putting down the photo album, I looked at the sky in a daze and my sadness suddenly spread. Now my cousin went out to work after graduating from college, my sister went to high school, and my brothers went their separate ways. They don't have time to spend my birthday with me. I really miss the good old days.
There is one thing in my mind that I will never forget.
It was the summer vacation the year before last. My parents and I went to Yuntai Mountain to play. We got on the bus and walked along the mountain road, and got off at Hongshixia, which is surrounded by mountains. I stood by the wooden bridge breathing pure air and looking up at the surrounding mountains, which made me feel relaxed and comfortable. The biggest feature of Hongshixia is that all the stones on its cliffs are crimson. When I touch these stones, I have a question in my heart. Why are these stones red?
We walked down the stone steps until we came to Xiaolongwan. The most famous place in Xiaolongwan is water. There are ten steps and one pool, five steps and one waterfall, three steps and one spring, and even the roads are connected by stones. The stream here is crystal clear, and fish swim freely in the water. Dad bought me a sprinkler, and I played a water fight with those children with the sprinkler. I saw bullets flying around in the swimming pool. Although I was beaten wet, I felt very happy.
Because there is plenty of water here, moss grows luxuriantly. From a distance, these mosses blend with rocks and are beautiful.
We walked on and came to the fountain of youth. I heard that Wang Jian drank this water and walked like a fly at the age of 88! So I also drank the cool and sweet fountain water from the mineral water bottle.
How unforgettable!
Related to memory. Memory is a colorful rainbow; Memory is a flower with different shapes; Memory is a thick photo album ... when you gently open it, you will find that it records the happy footprints of my childhood and is a wonderful memory of my life.
I have long heard that my aunt runs a pig farm. As soon as the summer vacation was over, I drove to Hekou to verify it. When I arrived at my aunt's house, I rushed into her arms and said coquetry, "Aunt, when are you going to eat pig-killing rice?" "Chinese New Year, you go to work with me first." "work? Is it fun? " I asked. "It is the chores of drying corn, cutting pig grass and picking eggs." My aunt replied. How interesting it is to pick up eggs! So I went to pick up eggs with my aunt. A hen wouldn't let me pick up eggs, so she clucked, and I scared her with a stick. It was scared away, but I was seriously injured-I accidentally pushed down my hoe when I scared it, and it hit my head. "ouch! It hurts me! " Fortunately, the egg lay in my hand unharmed. I stared at the egg and said, "It's all your fault. See if I can eat you in the future! "
At noon, I walked majestically to a lush weed with a sickle and a small basket on my back, like a little girl in the mountains. I grabbed a handful of weeds in one hand and cut hard with a sickle in the other, almost filling the basket. At this moment, suddenly a toad jumped in front of me. I was shocked and immediately shouted, "Ah! Bagaya Road! See if I don't kill you! " This is obviously frightening. I am chasing toads everywhere, and then you will see a terrible scene: a little girl is dancing in the air with a sickle, and a toad in front is trying to escape. ...
At three o'clock in the afternoon, other Feifei brothers came to me to dig sweet potatoes, and I readily agreed. We walked to the banana field, saw a sweet potato and began to dig. After returning home, we harvested a lot: half a basket of sweet potatoes, a bunch of bananas, some red peppers and a half-baked papaya. Let's put these at home and go fishing. Brother Feifei asked me to dig earthworms as bait, and we started fishing. In the process of fishing, I am like a little follower: my brother is hot, give him a fan; Brother is sweating, wipe his sweat; Brother is thirsty, give him some water to drink ... We caught seven big fish. My brother asked me to go to his house for dinner at night. All the dishes are made from things we took back from going out during the day: braised fish, cold papaya, baked sweet potato … I am really happy to taste the fruits of my labor!
Although it has been a long time, it is still fresh in my memory. Whenever I think back, it always makes me laugh. It will be loaded into my memory album forever.
Memories of 4 childhood essays! Those wonderful memories. ...
In the winter when I was 7 years old, I began to listen to Dan Tianfang's ballad-Romance of the Three Kingdoms. "Guan Yu was born with a phoenix eye and a silkworm eyebrow, with a length of nine feet and a beard of two feet. His face is as heavy as a jujube and his lips are smeared with fat ..." But there is always suspense in storytelling: "If you want to know how it will be next time, listen to the next time." I'm anxious every time I hear it. In retrospect, it helped me a lot with my Chinese. Now every time I hear a story, I will recall many childhood memories.
In the summer when I was 8 years old, my friends and I traveled to Qian Shan. The scenery of Qianshan really deserves its reputation. White fog is looming, as if there are really thousands of peaks connected. My friends are eager to try, rushing to the mountains and trying to travel all over Qian Shan. Before they are halfway there, they all complain, "Who brought Chang here?" And I regret it even more, because I'm afraid of heights, and now I'm sweating, so I have to bite the bullet and go forward. Everything paid off, and we finally reached the highest peak. It is said that it is easier to go up the mountain than down it. I really tasted this taste this time, and finally I couldn't walk, so I had to let my father carry me for a while and make a fool of myself in front of my friends, but now I really benefited a lot in retrospect.
10 years old, go to a friend's house for a barbecue. I watched the adults skillfully holding mutton kebabs and roasting them on the fire. I was in a hurry again, so I scrambled with adults and became a "charcoal long", kebabs and coals. At this time, my friend asked me to ride a bike, and I followed without saying anything. By the time I remembered my kebab, it had become.
1 1 year old, my brother participated in military training for the first time. When I got there, I was so excited that I was caught off guard. I hold the bed, the food is hard to swallow, and I am so tired. Fortunately, I have classmates to accompany me and snacks to satisfy my hunger.
Childhood, those endless but unforgettable stories.