The sunshine in late autumn is like the orange lampshade on the quilt, which gives off soft light and shines on the body and face, which is warm. This autumn is not as bleak as expected, but it is very lovely. Ginkgo trees on both sides of the street are covered with gorgeous golden coats, and the leaves shine in the sun, which reminds me of that.
At that time, I was still a child. I can't remember whether it was afternoon or morning, but I clearly remember that it happened under the sixth ginkgo tree from the bottom.
"What's the matter with you?" This childish voice came from my mouth. "。 . . Oh. . . Whoo! "The girl squatting under the ginkgo tree just cried sadly and completely ignored my inquiry. "Don't cry, I'll give you candy. This is chocolate. It's delicious. " I smiled and took out two exquisite sweets from my pants bag embroidered with bows and shook them in front of her twice. She seems to be unable to resist the temptation of sugar and slowly looks up. At this time, I squatted in front of her to help her dry her tears, and then said, "Mom said that it is a good baby not to cry, and a good baby can eat sugar." Say, pass the sugar to her hand. She looked at the little candy, then at me, and then we both smiled sweetly: "giggle, giggle." . . . . . "We stopped laughing, and she said," Sugar is delicious. " I smiled happily and said, "My home is right there. My family has good polysaccharides. You can come and eat later. "I said, pointing to the east community." Yes, but I can't find my home. "At some point she bowed her head and her eyes were red again. Then, I took her hand and said loudly like a brave soldier, "I'll show you." "Then, we shuttled aimlessly in that street, and finally she was anxious and began to cry again. After a while, a young aunt came running crying. As soon as I saw her, I threw myself into her arms and kept blaming her, but tears of joy kept hanging on my face. Then she sent me home and said to me gently, "thank you so much, little friend." Goodbye. "I left with the little girl in my arms. Finally, I saw the little girl holding the candy paper in her hand and saying goodbye to me.
Ginkgo biloba leaves fell all over the floor again. The string of silvery laughter is still fresh in my memory, sweet, pure and lovely. This is a very small thing, even as small as a grain of sand, but it is deeply imprinted in my mind. From then on, I fell in love with Ginkgo biloba.
Deep memories
In our hearts, there is an ancient spiritual castle, which is full of unforgettable memories of people and things in our hearts. In the center of the castle, there is a beautiful stone tablet engraved with our deep memories. These beautiful memories, like a clear spring, always cleanse our hearts and inspire us to move on.
Zhou Tao's persistence is a memory engraved in my heart. I will never forget her charming eyes, confident smile and gentle voice. At first, after graduating from broadcasting college, she applied for a job in a TV station, but she left Sun Shan. Under such a blow, she didn't give up her dream and asked to stay, even if it was a handyman. She is busy fetching water, making tea and sweeping the floor every day, but she secretly practices broadcasting whenever she has time. Her persistence is like the power of breaking a cocoon into a butterfly, which takes her to let her dreams fly with wings. Finally, one day, the leader of Taiwan Province put her on the stage for a pilot broadcast. She became a host with clear voice, charming eyes and confident smile, and later her efforts were transferred to CCTV and became its "gold medal host". Whenever I suffer a blow on the road of growing up, I will think of Zhou Tao. Her persistent figure has made me cross the difficult hurdle. Her persistence is an inexhaustible source of strength on my growth path.
Hillary's tolerance is a memory engraved in my heart. Her tolerance makes her more attractive. "Her book doesn't sell. If it exceeds 1 million, I will eat my shoes. " This is a talk show host's cynicism about Hillary's autobiography. However, within a week, the book sold one million copies. The master had to eat his shoes. But it must be delicious. This is a shoe cake made by Hillary specially for him, which has a delicious seasoning-tolerance. Whenever I have an argument with my classmates and parents, I always think of Hillary's tolerance. Her tolerance is a gas station on my growing road.
The process of our struggle for our dreams is a memory engraved in my heart. Facing the third grade, we learned not to give up; Facing the third grade, we learned to face the difficulties directly; Facing the third grade, we learned to be brave and firm. In order to dream, the precious novels on the bookshelf have been covered with thick dust, the dynamic games in the computer have been ruthlessly killed, and the songs of idols are no longer lingering in my ears. The process of our struggle for our dreams is the most dazzling sky in the night sky in our hearts.
These memories engraved in my heart, like spring breeze, swept away our inner sadness; Like a summer night, it soothes our impetuousness; Like autumn water, it moistens our hearts; Like flowers in winter, it brings us brilliance. ...