Memories deep in the soul
The late autumn sun is like an orange-red lampshade, emitting soft light that warms the body and face. This autumn is not as bleak as I imagined, but rather lovely. The ginkgo trees on both sides of the street were all covered with a gorgeous and rich golden dress. The leaves flashed under the sunlight, which made me couldn't help but think of that incident.
At that time, I was still a young child. I can’t remember whether it was the afternoon or the morning, but I clearly remember what happened under the sixth ginkgo tree from the front to the back.
"What's wrong with you?" This childish voice came from my mouth. "...Woo...Woo" The girl squatting and leaning under the ginkgo tree just cried sadly, completely ignoring my inquiry. "Stop crying, I'll give you some candy. This one is chocolate flavored and delicious." I smiled and took out two delicate candies from my trouser bag embroidered with bows, and waved them in front of her. Down. She seemed unable to resist the temptation of sugar and slowly raised her head. At this moment, I knelt down in front of her to help her wipe away her tears, and then said: "Mom said, a good baby can only eat if he doesn't cry." It's candy." He said, handing the candy to her hand. She looked at the small candy, then looked at me, and then the two of us laughed sweetly together: "Giggle, giggle..." We gradually stopped laughing, and she said: "The candy is so delicious. "I smiled happily and said, "My home is over there. I have a lot of candy. You can come and eat it later." I said while pointing to the community to the east. "Well, but I can't find my home." She said, lowered her head, and her eyes became red again. Then, I took her hand and said loudly like a brave warrior, "I will take you to find it." Then, we walked aimlessly through the street, and finally she became anxious and started crying again. After a while, a young aunt ran over looking for her cry. When the aunt saw her, she hugged her and kept scolding her, but she couldn't stop tears of joy on her face. Then after sending me home, he gently said to me, "Thank you so much, kid. Goodbye." Then he hugged the little girl and left. Finally, I saw the little girl holding the candy wrapper tightly in her hand and saying to me. Say goodbye.
Ginkgo leaves fell to the ground again. To this day, that string of silver bell-like laughter is still fresh in my memory, sweet, pure and lovely. It was a very small thing, even as big as a grain of sand, but it was deeply imprinted in my mind. From then on, I fell in love with ginkgo.
Memory deep in the soul
Deep in our hearts, there is a simple spiritual castle, which is filled with unforgettable memories of people and things in our hearts. In the center of the castle, there is a beautiful stone tablet engraved with memories deep in our hearts. These beautiful memories are like a clear spring, always cleaning our hearts and inspiring us to keep moving forward.
Zhou Tao’s persistence is a memory engraved deep in my heart. I can never forget her charming eyes, confident smile and gentle voice. After graduating from the Broadcasting College, she applied for a job at a television station, but failed. Under such a blow, she did not give up her dream and asked to stay, even as a handyman. She is busy fetching water, making tea, and sweeping the floor every day, but whenever she has free time, she secretly practices broadcasting. Her persistence is like the power that transforms a cocoon into a butterfly, leading her to let her dreams take wings and fly. Finally one day, the station leader asked her to go on stage for a trial broadcast. Her crisp voice, her charming eyes, and her confident smile, just like that, she became a host. Later, her efforts were transferred to CCTV and became its "gold medal host." Whenever I was growing up, When I suffered a blow on the road, I would think of Zhou Tao's persistent struggle, which helped me overcome difficult obstacles. Her persistence is an inexhaustible source of strength for me as I grow.
Hillary’s tolerance is a memory engraved deep in my heart. Her tolerance makes her more charming. "There's no way her book will sell well. If it goes over a million, I'll eat my shoes." This is a talk show host's bitterly ironic evaluation of Hillary's autobiography. Within a week, however, the book sold a million copies. The presenter had no choice but to eat the shoe. But it must taste great. This is the shoe cake that Hillary specially ordered for him, with a delicious condiment added to it - tolerance. Whenever I have a disagreement with my classmates or parents, I will be reminded of Hillary's tolerance for others. Her tolerance is a refueling station for me on the road to growth.
The process of us fighting for our dreams is a memory engraved deep in my heart. Facing the third grade of junior high school, we learned not to give up; facing the third grade of junior high school, we learned to face difficulties; facing the third grade of junior high school, we learned to be brave and perseverant. For the sake of dreams, the cherished novels on the bookshelf have gathered thick dust, the vibrant games on the computer have been ruthlessly killed, and the songs of idols no longer linger in my ears. The process of us fighting for our dreams is the most splendid and eye-catching sky in the night sky of the soul.
These memories engraved deep in my heart are like the spring breeze, blowing away the sadness in our hearts; like summer nights, calming our impetuousness; like autumn water, nourishing our hearts; like winter flowers, bringing happiness to our hearts. Our brilliance...