Essay collection "Exclusive Memories"

Chinese 2020 Gu Xiaohan

Life is a journey. Some people accompany you through the first half of the journey and teach you the principle of being a person; and some people accompany you through the second half of the journey and accompany you to taste the bittersweet and bittersweet of life; some people are just passers-by in your journey, and gradually drift away in your life. So, what kind of people have become your exclusive memory during this journey?

In the autumn of September, I was admitted to the university of my choice. But this was the result of four years of high school, four years that I will never forget. The bits and pieces that happened in those four years have become my exclusive memories in my future life, allowing me to slowly taste, to ponder, and to realize the true meaning of life.

My hometown was in that poor and remote village, and when I was a child, the education in the village was really difficult to say, but my parents were so far-sighted people that they sent me away from there to study in the county seat. This walk is nine years. When I was admitted to the key high school in the county, I still remember the joy of my parents. That smile was worth a thousand words and made me understand that nine years of study was worth it.

Before the start of school, I went back to my grandparents' house to say goodbye to them, and my grandfather sat along the edge of the kang edge of our old house and said, Our family has produced such a good seedling to learn and must be cultivated well! I smiled and did not say a word, grandpa graduated from junior high school, but the recognition of learning and studying is extremely high, in junior high school, every time I took the first grade he would reward me with a hundred yuan, that is he played poker to win ah, usually reluctant to pay out! Later, on the day of the first year of high school, I applied for a day study. I wake up at five o'clock every day, go to school at six o'clock, and come home from school at 10:30 p.m. This is true for three years, and even more so for the fourth year. But every day my mother accompanied me and picked me up from school at night. I thought that the life of the first year of high school would be full and interesting, but I did not expect that just one month after the start of school, before the monthly exam, I remember it clearly. I was in geography class when there was a knock at the door, and our duty teacher leaned out and said look for your classmates. Just when my mind was full of questions, he said, "You go back and clean up now, and your family says that there is something wrong with you." I walked to the school gate in disbelief, and the question mark in my stomach was resolved in my first conversation with my uncle. I said, "Uncle, what's up?" "Your grandfather is very ill."

Along the way, I didn't say a word, it seemed like a piece of cotton was stuffed in my throat, and I couldn't speak. I only know that we didn't go to the hospital but went home, I only know that our way home was not on the road but on the highway, I only knew that the usual two-hour journey only took forty minutes that day...

Still the familiar old house, or the familiar big yard, but it was empty, without a trace of anger. Pushing open the door, I stopped there and didn't dare to go in. The house was full of people, the uncle who usually worked in the city, the brother and sister who worked in the province, and the aunt who was usually busy in the shop, which was the most complete time for us in the family. But why was Grandpa lying there motionless? Why wear clothes I've never seen before? Why didn't he afford to come and see me? Shouldn't he sit on the edge of the kang and wait for his granddaughter to tell him about high school? Why is it now..." What's wrong, scared? I looked up to see my mother's sad face, and I shook my head vigorously, rushed in, and knelt by My grandfather's bed. I cried and called out to him, "Grandpa, I'm back, look at me, I'm back," and I took his hand and shook his shoulder. Finally he turned his head, and he looked at me with difficulty, but he couldn't say a word. Later, Dad rested my head on his shoulder and he said it was good that you caught up. That night I wanted to sit on the steps as usual, but there were no stars in the sky that night, but there was no grandfather by my side, the grandmother in the house, she cried there for a long time, how deep the pain of that love was, why shouldn't I?

At three o'clock in the morning the next day, all of us stood there, and Grandpa walked peacefully.

Since then, life has continued, but in the face of the departure of our loved ones, our family loves each other more, and the whole family will always get together during the New Year's Festival, but there will always be a faint pain in the heart when they see an empty piece of the table, and the pain cannot be filled, it cannot be healed, it is a pain for a lifetime. However, no matter what, this pain will always be buried in the bottom of my heart, because there are more people in front of me that are worth cherishing.

We've been growing up, our parents have been getting older, and the days we've been away from home, the emotions that have been named homesick are growing wildly, but they all become unique in my memory.