Writing instruction
Please write an essay under the title "Remembering You". Requirements: 1) The content is specific and has a sense of truth; 2) the style is not limited (except poetry and drama); 3) it is not less than 600 words; 4) Please avoid the names, school names, and place names related to you in the text. (Composition Treasure Chest Original)
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Thinking of you
In the home, the cabinets are turned over, the photo album that has not been opened for a long time is full of dust, and when you turn it over, the past events and years flash in front of you, and the memories in your heart are also awakened, just like the nectar dripping on the barren land, and the flower of memory in your heart blooms again.
Suddenly a slightly yellowed photo came into view, and I thought of you.
The first time I saw you was when I was just starting school. At that time, summer was not over, and autumn had quietly come, sending a burst of coolness. As young people, we stepped into the campus with a curious heart, and the wind was warm and gentle, gently caressing our young cheeks.
Check in, get in, you step in the door, tall, short mental hair, sitting next to me. I'm still looking at the novelty of the surrounding landscape, and you turn your head, and a sunny, friendly smile appears on your round face. It left me a little overwhelmed. We are all new here, but you have such a smile on me, such kindness. I also smiled back at you, although it was a little stiff and contained some strangeness, but this friendly look warmed your heart and mine. Since then, you and I have become friends who talk about everything.
Your smiling face is full of vitality, I love your smiling face, and I love your cheerful personality even more.
The intense and interesting campus life passed quickly, and it was another bumper autumn harvest. You step on the falling sycamore leaves and make a crisp sound. "Teacher, I'm late," you bowed your head slightly, smiling with a little apology.
You're wearing a shirt that's not thick, but the layers of gauze on your left arm don't fit in. The sun shone on it with a blinding white light, your arms swayed slightly, and the white halo from the suspenders shone on your shirt, and I looked at you with surprise and worry, concern and doubt. You seem to see my mood, but you don't have a sad look, but gently shake off a few broken yellow leaves on your pants, grin, still as cheerful as ever. Come over and say to me "It's all right, don't worry! "You are such a strong man.
The memory that belonged to you is still there, and your strong smile that day still remains in my heart, but I can't see you anymore.
Late summer and autumn come, and it's the beginning of the year again.
When you told me that day that I was going to study abroad, I was so sad that I didn't want to believe this reality.
That time walked with you for the last time, and spoke freely with you for the last time. The spring light is infinitely beautiful, the sun gently shoots down from the sky, illuminating the tender green grass crystal clearly, the spring wind blows through, blowing the willow leaves slender, everything is thriving, but all this can not stop your departure. That time in the square with you happy play, you and I figures, dancing with the wind, in the tender green grass, under the blue sky, contrasted with each other. Playing happily, I will also think of your departure, and when I think of this, my smile gradually solidifies. You saw my abnormality, although you did not want to leave, but you still did, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't be sad, you will definitely see you again in the future!" Let's remember each other! "Mom raised her hand and slapped it, leaving behind the most precious shot of you and me."
Looking at the photos in front of you, thinking about getting up in a different place, do you remember me, do you remember this picture, do you often think of those happy times we had together? (Li Jinsong) ( Public account composition treasure chest)
When I passed the eerie graveyard again, I no longer felt afraid in my heart. Because I know that you will always be with me, giving me the strength to dispel the darkness.
I remember the years you walked with me today. At that time, I was happy, you were happy; I was sad, you comforted; I was proud, you persuaded; I was timid, you encouraged...
We've been through so many things together, and every single one of them is deeply imprinted in my mind.
Just a few years ago, I went up the mountain with you to pick wild strawberries! The sweet and sour taste of wild strawberries still stays in my mouth, and the aftertaste is endless. We walked through the dense woods together, looking for honeysuckles, and I had sharp eyes and quick hands and feet to pick a basket in a short while, and you always followed me slowly, admiring the proud way I picked the flowers. I climbed up the branches to dig the bird's nest, and was caught by the mother bird who returned to the nest, pecked out several large bags on her hands and face, and almost fell off the tree, thanks to you for holding me.
I don't know if you remember, whenever I did something "bad", when my parents beat me, you would always stand up to protect me, saying that I was wrong because I was young and ignorant, and you also said that you would be punished for me. It made my parents extremely embarrassed. They had to criticize me verbally and stop beating me. I know that you really hurt me, and you want me to be spared from the pain of flesh and skin. You wanted to educate me in a moving and affectionate way, but unfortunately I didn't appreciate it at the time, not only did I not listen to your words, but I also made you even more "arrogant" to make you angry. Later, when my parents taught me again, you didn't care about me, and I always remember that when I rubbed my red eyes and said harsh words to you: "I don't like you anymore."
Grandma, when you heard that sentence, how painful it should be in your heart, I think you must be helpless to me, you will choose to ignore me, when I was beaten, your heart was also uncomfortable, but unfortunately, the words you said were like water spilled out, and you couldn't get it back. Later, I was hindered by the strong face, and I was always cold and indifferent to you, and after I went to school in the distance, I spent less time with you... Finally, you are gone, with love and expectation for your grandchildren, smiling at the Nine Springs. Although I know you didn't blame me, today, I still want to say to you: "Grandma, I'm sorry!" I will definitely be a good boy as you wish! ”
So many years on, Grandma, you know what? I'm no longer the wayward bad-tempered kid I was, and I've grown up and missed you even more. How I would like to go up the mountain with you again to pick that sweet and sour wild strawberry! ( Public account composition treasure chest )
"The students in this class are really polite." "Look at the straight waist." Whenever you hear these words of praise, the students in the class will look at each other and smile, and they will think of you invariably.
That was your first day of school. After a long summer vacation, I was in a happy mood, thinking about how to share interesting things with my friends, just wanted to step into the door, you gave an order - "get out", in front of the whole class, on the first day of school, I lost my face. The reason is that there is no report on the entrance. I couldn't figure it out.
Soon, something wonderful happened. Whether it is class or evening self-study, whenever we see a teacher in class, we will respectfully say: "Report." At this time, I suddenly realized, the mystery, solved: you want me to take the lead, so that the whole class can remember this rule. It turns out that you are so well-intentioned.
When commenting on the homework, the teacher read my name aloud and said, "Please learn from this classmate, her homework is very neat." After saying that, he also showed it in front of everyone. At this time, I laughed unconsciously. I think of you.
I remember that I was also read out by the teacher in public, but I also clearly remember that it was the list with the most scribbled handwriting. That day, you beat me up and asked me to come to you during my nap time. You first straightened my sitting posture and asked me to get used to it slowly. For the first time, I still couldn't change my bad habits and buried my head low. You frown, put down the rice spoon that was just about to be brought to your mouth, and come over, "No, no, that's right. For the first time, I felt your body temperature, and it turned out that you could be so attentive. So, from that moment on, I was determined to do this well, and I wanted you to be proud of me. I insisted on going to you every day, sitting there early and waiting for you to come. Every time you practice words, you will sit next to me, and you will hold my hand tightly, and I will explain one by one. Whenever I practice impatiently, you will pat me on the shoulder and firmly say, "I am here, don't be afraid." ”
Now, I opened the language workbook and looked at the red "A+", and my eyes were moist. It was you who taught me to concentrate on doing everything well and taught me to persevere.
Thinking of you, you really did not tell me any great truth, but let me realize the truth in ordinary times; thinking of you, that admiration will arise spontaneously, like a wisp of green smoke, getting thicker and thicker, and still not dissipating; now, thinking of you, I have more gratitude in my heart. If I were a passerby who was going to cross a dirt path, you would be the bamboo pole that had been washed by the storm and tried to keep us safe along the way. (Zhou Xiaolan ) ( Public Account Composition Treasure Chest )
Time slips like sand between people's fingers. In boredom, I looked through the school newspapers and periodicals, looking for the old classmates of the original class, only your name was familiar and smoothly popped out of my mouth, and I couldn't help it, I thought of you.
I held my head back and thought, let the wings of imagination hit the wheel of time, the time reversed, and in a trance you were beside you again...
Back then, you can playfully earn a lot of laughter. You sit on your side, your hands on the table in front and behind, and you pose a lofty look: your eyebrows are slightly locked, your eyes are sharp and energetic, and your sitting posture is upright, which is awe-inspiring at first glance. But if you look closely, your sleeves, collars, and even slightly bulging cheeks have my green ballpoint pen scratches, like a soil emperor! In the blink of an eye, you change your face again, your eyes widen, you roll your dark eyes, and from time to time you look left and right, like two swinging pendulums.
When you see someone holding their mouths and their twisted faces turn red, you become even more overwhelmed, arch your waist, wave your hands over your mouth, and suddenly move away again, revealing a pair of blunt tiger teeth. You grin hard, as if trying to scare people: "Don't mess with me, I'm fierce!" "But when others saw your natural baby face, they finally looked up and burst out a string of laughter regardless of the image, crisp, harsh, and slightly vibratory...
You always raise an eyebrow at others, and although you have barely learned it, it still shows a funny look. see! Not to mention people, even the glasses on the bridge of his own nose were bent with laughter, and he shrugged his head weakly. You put your chubby fingernails under your fat head again, and you raise two more eyebrows, meaning, "Look! I'm handsome! The students laughed again. Your iconic black diamond-like dots are also shining on your hands at the moment.
I miss the innocent you, I miss the humorous you, I miss the cute you, although we are separated, I still can't help but think of you. (Cui Qinglong)
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