The red sun that is about to set in the west quietly reminds us of the passage of time.

Let me share with you some essays about quietly reminding you. I hope it will be helpful to you.

About Quietly Reminder Essay 1 When I first arrived in Xi'an, due to the tight schedule and the fact that I was huddled in the back seat of the car playing with my mobile phone all day long, the bumpy drive and the high-brightness screen made me feel depressed and haggard.

My parents had to change their plans and spend a day wandering the streets and eating local delicacies - mutton steamed buns.

After a lot of hard work, I found the Internet-famous steamed bun restaurant deep in the alley.

There are two huge pots propped up at its door, and the upward steaming mist makes the sign no longer eye-catching.

In the shop, the diners' mouths were constantly chattering, either chewing heavily with their faces glowing red, or chatting and laughing loudly as if there was no one else around.

This environment completely subverted my imagination.

We sat on the dirty chairs and ordered three bowls of mutton steamed buns at the greasy table.

The noisy environment around us did not affect the three of us busy working on different mobile phone interfaces.

But half an hour later, our food was still not served. After asking the store, we found out that customers were required to break the buns themselves and send them to the kitchen to make steamed buns.

Surprised, we picked up the white cake that had been placed on the table and started to break the hard cake with our hands under the guidance of the enthusiastic aunt at the next table.

At first I was annoyed that I couldn't continue playing the game, and I was upset that the hard cake was broken into small pieces. However, as I listened to the chats between my parents and the diners, I learned a lot about the local anecdotes and that we had not been there yet.

The tourist attractions guide and many jokes caused by dialects made us giggle.

My parents and I rarely compete in speed and quantity at the dinner table.

Boring manual labor became exciting because of long-lost dinner table conversations and laughter. The laughter and words blended harmoniously into the bustling shop.

When the steamed buns we made by hand appeared in front of me again, I was amazed.

The green coriander, pink tender lamb, and the little steamed buns have absorbed the soup and lie bulging at the bottom of the bowl. A layer of bright red chili oil floats on the beige soup, almost overflowing the edge of the bowl.

Faced with the delicious food that they personally participated in, the whole family put aside all their reservations and ate heartily.

A lot of love is melted into this delicious dish.

Simple food, pure true love in the world.

It contains the heat that has accumulated over time, the help and love of the enthusiastic diners around me, and the relaxed and happy mood of the maker-me.

Simple yet powerful happiness is a blessing that echoes on the tip of the tongue.

The meal was spent laughing and joking. During the three-hour meal time, I didn't even think about my mobile phone at all. It was as if I had devoted myself wholeheartedly to the noisy restaurant and the warm bowl of soup.

This bowl of mutton steamed buns quietly reminded me that although there is no modern technology here and it is just a place where parents chat about trivial matters, it can make people let go of all worries and worries.

People communicate sincerely and re-understand the beauty of life in the slowly flowing time.

Perhaps this is the fairy life that the ancients said: "A day in the mountains lasts a thousand years in the world."

From now on, I want to get rid of the slavery of mobile phones, hold the hands of my family, and experience this slow life, even if it is just eating a bowl of mutton steamed buns in a simple shop.

Essay on Quietly Reminder 2 The snowflakes outside kept falling.

I stand by the lonely bridge.

What a beautiful snow scene looking at the cheerful dance of these white elves in the sky and earth.

Yes, how beautiful.

The snowflakes, mixed with a gust of cold wind, reminded me that it was time to go home.

I was a rebellious person. Because I was angry with my mother, I dropped out of school and ran away, wandering around.

Half a year later, when I stepped into that warm hut again, my heart felt as if someone was holding me tightly, so heavy.

When my mother saw me, she was surprised at first, and then burst into tears.

He trotted over, touched my hands, and then touched my face.

I said happily: "It will be good to come back, it will be good to come back." My face was touched by my mother's warm hands.

His hands were calloused.

There is a "rustling" sound on my face. This is a pair of hands that have supported me for more than ten years. They are now quietly reminding me that it is only less than half a year.

My mother looked so old.

My mother pulled me to sit on the wooden chair, and he ran back and forth between the kitchen and the living room happily.

My mother’s busy figure quietly reminded me that my mother is no longer young.

As I thought about it, I remembered how my mother carried me around on her back when I was a child. The beautiful memories kept rising in my mind like tide.

Thinking this in my heart, a smile overflowed from my mouth.

Like a naughty child, my mother easily caught my half-hearted smile.

I also cried and said, "My baby is happy to be home!" These simple and simple words were like a hammer that shattered the stubbornness I had when I ran away.

It reminds me of how I left this home resolutely and how cruelly I left my mother behind.

Only now, my mother's inadvertent expression of worry reminds me that I have missed so much.