The passage of time cannot weaken my memory at all. The memories left in the depths of my mind cannot be erased no matter how hard I wipe them. Below are 5 800-word essays on the topic of cherishing memories that I brought to you.

Treasured Memory 800 Words 1

Books are both like friends and treasures. They also contain some unforgettable memories of our childhood.

Once when I was reading "Anne of Green Gables" I saw "Anne and Diana were close friends. One day Diana went to Anne's house as a guest and mistakenly gave her a bottle of wine as grape wine. Diana drank, which made her drunk, so her parents cut off the communication between them, but because she saved Diana's three children, they reconciled." In this plot, a The door to memory opened invisibly... This happened in the second grade of elementary school. On her friend's birthday, her aunt gave her a book called "Ten Thousand Inspirational Stories". She looked at the beautiful cover and flipped through it casually. I thought it would look good and asked a friend to lend it to me. She was very reluctant to say, "This is a new book she bought. She wants me to take good care of it." I swore to my friend that I would take good care of it, and then my friend agreed to lend me the book and paid me thousands of dollars. I was told not to damage this book.

One time when I was cutting fabric, I mistakenly placed a friend's book underneath it, causing several pages of the book to be scratched. I was very scared at the time. I was so frightened that my face turned pale and I was at a loss. Because I was young, I didn’t consider the consequences and just wanted to evade responsibility. So I called my friend and asked her to pick up the book, thinking that this way I could pretend that nothing happened. But after returning the book to her, I felt uneasy, fearing that my friend would find out that I had scratched the book. But when I think about it carefully, I feel that I shouldn't do this, but it has already happened, how can I take it back?

When my friend's parents found me and looked at their stern eyes, I realized Due to the seriousness of the matter, they returned the book to me and talked to me for a long time, asking me to make up for the book, otherwise we would not be allowed to continue our relationship. I held the book and buried my head deeply, my eyes evasive like a thief caught. I felt very guilty and my face turned red. Who made me do something wrong but dare not bear it? Maybe this punishment will alleviate the guilt in my heart to some extent. I slowly raised my head and met their eyes calmly, but I said: "Uncle and aunt, I know how When I was doing it, I clearly saw the kindness and relief in my eyes. The room was quiet, and I carefully patched the pages of the book one by one, just like patching up the friendship between me and my friends for the better. Cut the sticker into a flower shape, and I will do my best to restore it to be more beautiful and let the flower of our friendship continue through this book.

The next day, I felt guilty and happy. With some mixed feelings of anxiety, when I handed her the book money and the book I had repaired myself, I said to her sincerely with almost pleading eyes: "Can we still be friends? This book is not for me. Intentional, sorry. "She looked at me expressionlessly. I was very scared in my heart, afraid that she would not forgive me. Maybe she was thinking about whether to forgive me, maybe she was still angry, maybe she wanted to break up with me... I have no way of knowing. Suddenly, a bright smile broke out on her face: "It doesn't matter, we are still friends." Her heart that had been so frightened came to life again. She gave the book to me, hoping that it would become a testimony of our friendship. We finally got back together.

This book has always stayed with me. Maybe it was God’s will. We were placed in the same class again in junior high school, and I cherished that time even more.

Although many years have passed since this incident, I still remember it in my heart. It also taught me a truth: No matter what you do wrong, you must face it bravely. And try to see if you can save it, so that waiting for you, maybe you will get a happy and memorable ending.

Treasured Memory 800 Words 2

When I open the picture scroll of memory, there will always be something in my heart...

——Inscription

In a blink of an eye, I am already 15 years old. Time disappears without a trace like morning mist, leaving only traces of memories and nostalgia... However, he welcomed the beginning of a new day!

I carefully opened the pages of my history book, for fear of breaking the wrinkled pages. Savoring it carefully, my heart was sometimes sad and sometimes happy... And when I turned to the page of "Family Love", bursts of pain surged into my heart! Warm and cold feelings overflowed in my heart... When I saw Only when I read this page did I realize how important one person is to me - that is my aunt!

When I was a child, my heart could not be simpler or more pure. I was not full of childishness. Without realizing the "warmth of love", I just regarded my aunt as an idol that I worshiped. Because she was very virtuous, and at that time I wished I could be like my aunt. Therefore, I would cling to her coyly, hoping to grow up under the care of my aunt...

Time passed silently, and I gradually grew up and went to elementary school. At that time, The care and love I received is the warmest and the most memorable! That is my aunt’s home, which is my other warm home!

My aunt’s home is very close to my school, so , every rainy day, I would go to my aunt's house without hesitation, and my aunt would prepare lunch for me. The words of care and concern warmed my cold heart. No matter how hard the rain fell, a colorful rainbow seemed to appear in the sky. It was this rainbow that I watched alone that brought my aunt and I closer together. A colorful bridge of the soul... When I look at my aunt, her friendly smile will come into my eyes, and a warm current will flow in my blood instantly...

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Although I don’t live with my aunt for a long time, I can feel her care almost all the time. Seeing my aunt is like meeting my mother. So happy! Her love is like simple maternal love, so warm!

However, misfortune happened to my aunt. Cancer accompanied her through the last stage. What a terrible term. However, my aunt lives a strong and optimistic life, and the chemotherapy treatments are impacting her body again and again... Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a sore nose and tears rolling in my eyes. What a painful time it was! At that time, I really wanted to become a doctor, help my aunt heal, and face the disease with her... But... that was just a fantasy of mine, I am still the same person. , I grew up in my aunt’s arms.

As the hands continue to draw arcs on the clock face, my aunt's love seems to be getting deeper, as if she wants to stay in this period and hold on tightly... But I have grown up and don't want to bother anymore. aunt. However, in the face of my aunt's sincerity and desire, I "softened", and I wanted to give her more care and happiness.

As my aunt's condition worsened, she gradually lost weight, her face became a little pale, and she became more haggard... My heart also became heavier, and I became more aware of the importance of my aunt in my life. ! But I can only be a visitor. Every time after school, I will go to see my aunt, try to help her do something, talk to her... My aunt will give me some food every time, such as milk and eight-treasure porridge. ...and so on, but I didn't feel happy. Instead, I felt that the things in my hands were so heavy that I couldn't lift my hands. But how could I refuse? I tried my best to find reasons to refuse, but my aunt's eyes told me: "This is my heart, take it! I hope you grow up healthily!"...

I suddenly felt that time passed so fast, but my aunt left me forever, and the grief penetrated me like I wanted to see her. The hurt heart

The happiness also went with her. Only the memory that I cherished lingers in my mind. My aunt's concern really made my heart feel so cold and guilty...

I gently wiped this "family" page, put it in the deepest and most beautiful place, and treasured it forever. As a beautiful memory!

Maybe this is my most cherishable memory!

——Postscript

800 words to cherish memories 3

As time goes by, the golden dreams of childhood also pass away quietly, and those scenes full of meaning seem to have dived into the depths of my ocean of memory, and the memories of childhood become increasingly blurred. But there is a person hidden deep in my heart, she is probably my good friend!

——Inscription

In my childhood memory, there seems to be a very familiar person, Many meaningful things that happened to me were closely related to him!

I tried to guess: Was that person my friend? No, she should have been my best friend, right?

Until I opened the photo album that I have treasured for a long time!

Strangely enough, the photo album is like a key, the key to open the door of my memory, it is like this It aroused my memory that was about to fall asleep!

The revival of memory helped me a lot. She and I met again! Suddenly, I felt that the memory with him should be treasured by me. But I almost pushed it into the bottomless abyss. Fortunately, I had the mercy of the God of Destiny. However, I also feel that our meeting was arranged by the God of fate.

When I think of this, I can’t help but think of the happy times between us, all the meaningful things between us, the subtle frictions between us, and the things that happened between us. Those vows: We swore clearly to break up friendship, but ended up playing together again before the next day!

We were so good friends in childhood, even though it was only a short year, our friendship has long been indestructible . If it weren’t for the separation, I would never forget it! But the God of Fate did not neglect me after all, right? No, it’s probably not just the arrangement of the God of Fate! Maybe a pure heart is also an important factor for us to become friends! Destiny's arrangement. Two pure hearts = the basic elements to build a bridge of friendship.

In my memory, she has always been so perfect and considerate of others.

She always helps me, always does something for me silently, and always listens to my voice.

When I opened the photo album, I burst into tears. It was the first time I missed someone so much, the first time I felt so lost, and the first time I was so eager to find someone. people.

Opening a photo album that has been treasured for a long time reminds me of a memory worth cherishing.

I am so worried about forgetting these again, so worried that more memories will dive into the depths of the ocean of memory again.

I have no choice but to write a diary and write down everything. When I have nothing to do, I can drink a cup of hot tea and flip through my diary. It’s so interesting!

Treasure every memory and savor it carefully. You will find that every memory is worth cherishing, and their value is different!

800 words to cherish memories 4

Childhood memories, cherish childhood

——Reflections after reading "The Treasured Childhood——Finding Your Smile on the Moon"

Child: Childhood, like an endless stream, flows slowly in my heart. In this creek, there are both happy laughter and sad tears. The impression it left on me was not insignificance, but many big waves!

"Collected Children's Times" is a book that carries the years and records many children's stories. A book worth collecting! Interesting, cheerful, desolate... childhood stories. After we read this book, the breath of childhood came to our faces. Yes! The memories of childhood are always the best and most exciting!

"Finding Your Smile on the Moon" is such a classic article. It tells the story: A boy and five girls live in a building. Every time he goes to school, the boy always meets one of the girls, but they are silent to each other because of strangeness and shyness, but finally because of special encounters time and time again Embarrassing events and situations enhanced their friendship and understanding, and they became good friends who must see each other every day. Later, the girl on the fourth floor moved away. Fortunately, the boy and she found each other's smile on the moon, and their smiles were so sweet!

Isn't this the same in our childhood? See you at the beginning The other person will be shy and afraid to make friends. As the article said: I have the idea of ????saying hello, but I just don’t have the chance. The opportunity is there. However, maybe they were waiting for me to say hello, maybe they were waiting to give me a scolding, so they didn't dare to get close to each other. You will lose a lot of friends because of this. Our hearts are like this when we are children. We often have conflicts in our hearts and don't know what to do. However, as long as two strangers meet each other for many times, things will change. Sometimes a sentence will come out of their mouths, and friendship will be born all of a sudden. Childhood is so magical! On the contrary, if you lose friendship or a close friend, your heart will be so painful and sad... We also hope that like the boy and girl in the article, they can be on the moon or in any magical place Find the other person's sunny smiling face again! In that way, the memories left by childhood will no longer be so monotonous, but unpredictable!

I also think of my childhood, one by one Funny thing, childish mistakes and lies are only made in childhood.

In kindergarten, we were so innocent without learning problems. The scenes of living happily in the same classroom with our classmates have become indelible in my mind. Memories! Childhood is really so beautiful!

Father: Opening this set of anthologies that carry the years, the breath of childhood comes to my face. The friendly and thought-provoking atmosphere of childhood permeates the lines of the fine works of several generations of writers, in the concise and interesting illustrations, in the haunting melodies, in the familiar games, in the knowing smiles of crosstalk, in In the poetic and childlike introduction, but also in the carefully designed layout... Regarding the passing years, "Collected Children's Times" condenses the collective childhood memories of several generations, accumulates unique aesthetic experiences, and conveys It contains the code of childhood growth; for today's children, "Preserved Children's Times" inherits classic reading rich in vitamins for spiritual growth.

Although I am a father who shoulders many responsibilities and always need to educate my children well and pay attention to my own conduct, I will never forget the good times that made me find infinite happiness. --childhood. Most of our childhood was spent in the 1970s and 1980s in the fields of hope. There are golden rice fields and fragrant rapeseed flowers everywhere.

Although the study life and environment are relatively difficult, there is a different kind of simplicity and innocence among our classmates and friends. There is no oppression of reinforced concrete in life, no noise of busy traffic, so our childhood seems so happy and flawless. Nowadays, in real life, our children’s colorful childhoods make our elders feel extremely gratified that they live in this good era.

Let’s treasure the classic childhoods of two generations and make them our best memories!

800 words of treasured memories 5

It has been two years since I entered junior high school. Now, when I think about the past, what I cannot forget the most is the sight of my classmates in primary school.

A basketball game remains fresh in my memory. On that dusty court, where two weathered racks stood, the two teams started. The sun was scorching hot, and there were many students around the stadium. The two teams fought for it, but the opening kick was still taken away by the other side. The forty-minute game made the atmosphere extremely tense. Therefore, improving vigilance and efficiency is the key. After twenty minutes of fighting, my class lost by a huge margin to the opponent. We had no height advantage, so we had to work harder.

Our team is like an antelope in the mouth of a crocodile, unable to break free or escape from the opponent's fierce attack. "How to play well?" "There is no advantage!" "They are too strong!" "Our offensive efficiency is too low!"... The team members complained to each other and were distressed. "We can only fight hard!" The words of the teacher behind the team members made everyone suddenly enlightened. The five players, like the five heroes of Langya Mountain, resolutely embarked on the "journey" and fought hard in the last minute, even though they were so small. The sun was very hot, and the players were running on the court, even though their clothes were covered in dust and their shoes were dirty. Sweat spilled into the soil. There was a lot of sand in the soil. The team member was too anxious and fell hard into the soil. He threw the soil on his body and continued. The cheerleaders screamed and hollered. The players ran quickly and had many more opportunities to throw. The score gap between the two sides continued to narrow. At that time, the captain blocked a shot, and the opponent's player hugged the ball. The captain rushed forward, broke his nose on the ball, and grabbed the ball. He only said: "The blood was not shed in vain." This sentence impressed me most.

On the last shot, the captain hit a three-pointer. Either by coincidence or luck, he won the game in confusion. There was cheering everywhere.

At the graduation party, the class brought DVDs and TVs, and organized the purchase of a lot of snacks. There was no program list, the students performed impromptu, talked and laughed. Some sang "Chrysanthemum Terrace", some danced "Little Swan", and some sang JJ Lin's "Jiangnan". Finally, the song "Friends" rang out: "Friends will be gone forever, and those days will no longer exist. In one sentence, for a lifetime..." The voice in the classroom was loud, but the singing was unusually neat. After the party, each student wrote his or her own thoughts on the blackboard. I remember that the entire blackboard was colorful, and there was too much written on it. I could only write words one on top of another, but in the end there were no words. Finally, write "treasured memories" with heavy pen.

Recalling these and these classmates, I feel a lot of emotion.