Beautiful reminiscence prose

Beautiful Memory Prose 1 Memory is sometimes like rushing water, which can run through it; Memory is sometimes like a knife, which can be deeply engraved in the bottom of my heart; Memory is sometimes like rain, which can entangle thoughts. I have many photos, and each photo carries unforgettable memories.

On my desk, there is a crystal apple inlaid with my long appearance-cool-

This is the nth time that my father took me to the photo studio specially. I don't remember how old I am. Every summer vacation, my father takes me to take photos, sometimes in Chongqing, sometimes in Chengdu and sometimes in Yongchuan. Anyway, I always go to different places and take pictures with different photographers.

This time, my father drove me to Chongqing to take photos. It was a sunny day, and I was flying like a happy butterfly in the studio. I am wearing three beautiful clothes. The first set is wearing a green rabbit ear hairpin, a green aristocratic dress and a red belt around her waist. The second set is wearing a yellow flower on her head, a thin white tube top skirt and orange leather shoes on her feet. The third set is wearing a plaid hat, a pair of blue hollow glasses on his eyes, a green scarf around his neck, a red sweater, a white T-shirt and stockings on his feet-

I like the third suit best, because my father said I dressed like a beautiful and gentle little princess, and I was flattered by it. Next, it's time to choose the scene. I chose a small room with a pink bar wall.

Start taking pictures! I wore the third suit first. My aunt drew it for me and curled my hair. My mood is both nervous and excited. My uncle asked my right hand to make a "shh-"(don't talk), put my left hand in my waist and lean down.

Click, this photo was taken, and my heart finally calmed down. Dad smiled at me happily on the sidelines, and MengMeng put up the "V" finger happily!

Later, I took a lot of photos, and I smiled so brightly in each photo. ...

At the suggestion of my father and I, the photographer took a picture of me wearing the third suit and made it look like a crystal apple. Oh, my father wants me to be safe and happy forever!

Ah, every year my father takes me to take photos, and I am happy and smiling in every photo. Every photo has beautiful memories, and every memory has heavy love!

Beautiful Memory Prose 2 Black-and-white movies are the crystallization of a family freeze-frame, and also an indelible memory of an era. Black and white, colorless, will turn yellow with the passage of time, but the frozen memory will not fade with the passage of time, and the family involved will not be diluted with the passage of time.

I still remember that I studied black-and-white photography in junior high school, and I was able to see the production process of black-and-white film in a precious week. Although it has been a long time, good memories still come to mind from time to time. In those days, with a black-and-white camera, I found a scenery with my good friends, posed beautifully, smiled at us, and fixed on the photos that had already yellowed. Take care of these black and white photos in the darkroom, concentrate on developing them, and be careful! Always turn it out and have a look, regardless of the turbulent memory. No matter where you are, we are so happy in our memory.

Undoubtedly, the yellowed black-and-white photos did leave beautiful memories, but they can only belong to the past. "People can't always live in memories, but still have to look forward." The times are progressing and technology is developing. However, the pace of the times will never miss the past, people can not refuse to grow, and the times can not refuse to develop. In that case, why not try to experience the convenience brought by digital technology? Because of your heart, numbers can also bring back good memories!

Bring a mood, accompany friends and relatives, travel around, listen and watch as much as possible, and believe in coke! If you carry a digital camera with you, it will be pleasing to the eye and relax your tired experience if you meet beautiful scenery and beautiful women. The memory fixed in the photo will be stored in the depths of our memory forever. Although time has slipped away quietly, when the deep memory is awakened, the corners of the mouth can also show a bright smile.

With the longing for children's growth, use digital cameras to record their joys and sorrows along the way, learn to babble, learn to walk for the first time, win the prize for the first time ... carefully create their growth albums, and water those photos that never fade and cherish memories with love.

With a youth, I take photos of my classmates in a corner of the campus, my dreams in a corner of the classroom and my glory on the stage. In retrospect, youth is another flavor.

In fact, experience the beauty of the world with your heart, feel the little happiness of life with your heart, and record the joys and sorrows of your growth with your heart. You will find that in fact, numbers can also bring back good memories, not those "little things" that are worth cherishing.

With your heart, good memories are always there.

Good Memories Prose 3 Good Memories You come from the passionate spring.

Knock on my heart and precipitate a thousand years of sadness.

Infiltrate my world

It is also you who hold the sunshine and walk out of my lonely eyes.

Left a string of sentimental footprints behind him.

And sour memories.

Became me, a deep regret that I can't turn around and leave.

From the moment you left, lonely me

Let the spring breeze roll up layers of fine sand.

Break into my amazed eyes

Wet things are rolling in it.

Let me bury you in a tear.

It has been amber for thousands of years.

Do you know that?/You know what? I want to smell the magnolia.

Walking with you on the path in my hometown.

If the rain doesn't stop, the night won't be bleak.

How many days and nights of missing

Indulge in the wilderness of time

but I ...

Still chewing your taste in memory.

I knocked out beautiful sentences with my hands.

Leave a memory in the virtual world.

I write a paragraph with emotion.

Bound eternity in my pale world

I remembered this brief encounter with my heart.

Condense all the ideas into words.

Two hearts

In this windy and dusty spring,

In each other's silly laughter, there are more * * * sounds.

Some people say. What is gone is always a good memory.

Let me do it.

Pick a good memory.

Think for a lifetime.

If life is compared to the middle of the night, the beautiful flash in memory is definitely a bright meteor that breaks the darkness at that moment. -inscription

It is also the season of "Spring City is full of flowers". A few white lilacs have grown in bloom downstairs, and the rich fragrance rises freely in the air, reaching straight into the heart. In a trance, I seem to have returned to that afternoon.

There used to be a small park near my home. There are no tall entertainment facilities and crowded people, only narrow paths, deep bluestones and thick shadows on both sides. In the spring afternoon, the golden sunshine came out from the gap in the shade and fell to the ground. A slight gust of wind blew, and Jindian trembled gently with the wind, dancing on the bluestone board, teasing the wild cats that occasionally jumped out of the thick grass. The white lilacs on both sides of the road are in full bloom, and clusters of white flowers are among the heart-shaped leaves. Light green can't cover the white figure, always leaking a little on the left and a little on the right. Occasionally, you can see delicate yellow flowers, but you can't feel them. Instead, it adds a little embellishment to this beautiful spring scenery.

The flower forest was quiet, and after turning a corner, it was still the tree-lined white lilac, but there were two more shadows in front of me.

Years have dyed their hair white and bent over. The two old people helped each other and strolled along the tree-lined flower path.

When the wind blows, the delicate white flowers of lilacs are blown off and danced with the wind. The wind was not urgent, but it blew away the fragrance of lilacs and filled the air. Different scents always give people different feelings, so the scent of white lilacs is a kind of quiet beauty-washing away the flashy seaweed and achieving peace of mind. The two figures in front limped forward in the whirling flowers and refreshing fragrance. Simple skirt, gently fluttering in the touch of spring breeze.

Somehow, I feel a little moist in my eyes and a little sour in my heart.

They must have had their youth and vitality, but years have wrinkled their faces and consumed their lives, but they have remained for decades. Perhaps, their past is not energetic or even noticeable; However, I am old, but I can help each other through this clove road.

At the moment, they may be recalling the good memories of the past. Their memories of youth must be buried in their hearts, in the brightest corner.

Now, their backs are moving forward in the wind of flying flowers. The flying flowers don't seem complicated, but they make it quieter. Here, I seem to see a kind of beauty and strength. I think that's what Suhomlinski said in "Letter to Daughter"-loyalty.

Suddenly I remembered a lyric, "After the age of chasing dreams, it is better to be calm than vigorous."

Slowly, the wind died down, and the rickety figure gradually faded away, but such a beautiful fragment remained in my heart forever. I think the fragrance of white lilacs must be sealed in my memory forever.

Beautiful memory prose 5 nights, path. Grandma walked in front, and I followed closely. Suddenly I found that my grandmother's leg was a little deformed, and suddenly I realized that my grandmother's groans were the cause of my leg pain.

Grandma is over 60 years old, and those hard years have carved wind and frost on her face. She was rejected by her family when she was a child, married when she grew up and was bullied by her mother-in-law. Every time my grandmother mentioned it, she always said, "I've been fighting them all my life!" " "Grandma looked at the distance, and those things played back in her mind.

My grandfather died when my mother was in her teens. At that time, many people advised my grandmother to remarry, but my grandmother stubbornly said, "I still have three children (my two uncles) and I want them to live a good life." Now if I remarry, my children will have no good life! " As a result, my grandmother was widowed for 30 years in her thirties and worked hard to bring up her three children.

Grandma has suffered all her life, so she should enjoy her old age when she is old. But in the end, although I am old, I am still busy every day, as if this has become an obligation. When I am old, I am still a mother and should do these housework for my son and daughter. I defended my grandmother more than once, but I was ashamed. Every time grandma cooks dinner, she seems to take it for granted and eat it naturally. No one thought: should this meal be eaten? The old man is old, shouldn't his wife bring it to her?

Having said that, I'm still not a good nephew. When I grew up, I learned something. I thought about my grandmother's life and tried to make her happy. However, with the coming of the rebellious period, my ideas are always unsatisfactory. Every time my mother nags, I get impatient and quarrel with her. Because I always quarrel with my mother, my grandmother has no opinion of me, so she rushed in and shouted angrily, How much did your mother suffer from raising you so much? Are you so ruthless? You don't understand your mother, and I feel sorry for my daughter! "I talk back to everyone in my family, but I always try not to talk back to my grandmother, but sometimes I get carried away and say a few words. I feel guilty afterwards and want to apologize, but I dare not. I hid in the yard and secretly looked at my grandmother. My grandmother just sat there, rubbing her legs and looking into the distance.

As for the great qualities of women in China mentioned in the book, I think my mother has one, the Chinese teacher has one, my grandmother has six, and the remaining two are the majority of women in China. It may be unfair to say so, but in my opinion, grandma is the greatest woman I know.

Grandma's leg disease has become more and more serious this year. I can always hear her moan because of her leg pain when I sleep. During the day, her eyes are always shining with tears. No matter how painful it is, grandma never talks about the medicine her uncle bought. Grandma often complains to me: "Your uncle is really wasting money. He told him not to buy it and bought it. Last time, he didn't give him money. " Grandma is always thinking about the money her uncle spent on medicine. We always advised her, "You don't have to think like that. He is your son, and this is what you should do. " Grandma always gives us a white look: "Your uncle also has a family to support."

Eldest brother got married last year and gave birth to a child this year. My grandmother can't go because of her leg pain (my eldest brother lives in Dingzhou). Since then, this matter has become a heart disease for my grandmother. In the afternoon sunshine, grandma often said to us, "This is annoying your eldest brother, complaining that I didn't go or even call." -eldest brother used to call, but I don't know if he has children this year, or he really didn't call once, as grandma said. When I chat with my eldest brother, I always want to urge them to call my grandmother, but my mother always wants to stop me. I don't know why, I always have a strange feeling when I look at my mother, as if it should be, and all this should be.

Grandma has done so much for them that she can't even call?

Is it natural that grandma has done so much for them?

Sometimes I really feel useless. Watching grandma suffer from illness, I think I will only make her angry. My family always says that I have grown up and should know something, but I feel that I have grown up for nothing. I can't satisfy my grandmother with a phone call like my big brother and uncle. I can't buy medicine for my grandmother. I can only try not to be angry with my mother, but I can't.

Looking at grandma's short back, there seems to be a huge vicissitudes of life, condensed around grandma. That night, the moonlight was very bright, sprinkled on grandma and projected her back, very high. I stared at the moonlight and the back. Grandma looked back at me and said with a smile, "Let's go, the rice is going to be cooked. Today is your favorite shredded potato." Tick tock! I dropped a sour tear on my high back.

Good memory prose 6 keeps going, and there are gains and losses. Just like a person who goes home every time, he has enough leisure time to read a book and enjoy it for a while. One day, however, a person was walking in the Woods, confused by the long and endless path, and the sudden light struck a chord instantly. At that moment, I didn't think long, only saw the fireworks in front of me. What follows can only be a beautiful past in memory.

I'm not afraid of forming habits, but I'm worried that there are too many independent selves behind habits. I think of the books I read at school, and some words are constantly reminded and verified, but I still don't want to be too clear.

Everyone has his own choice, and he has to bear the right or wrong. Roses and dewdrops can be fragrant together, but I don't know that there is another kind of rose called desert rose. Just by listening to its name, we know that strength is the most basic survival rule.

If one day, it doesn't matter, it's good for you and me.

When the man tried on his shoes with his head down, the woman kept sweeping me with surprised eyes. Finally, when she fixed her eyes on my face, she finally cried excitedly: "Oh, I know you, I really know you!" " "

"Know me?" I calmly looked at the woman in front of me: her skin was dull and rough, her hair was yellow and dull, she was wearing old clothes and trousers, and she was holding a four-or five-year-old boy in her hand … obviously the same age as me, but she seemed much younger than me. After all, the little boy in her hand is thirteen or fourteen years younger than my daughter looks.

"Are you ..." Looking at her surprised smile, I asked tentatively.

"Hey, just then, when you were working in a TV station." She didn't rush to answer who she was, just waited for me to go back to the past time like a housewife.

"When I was working in a TV station." It was a time that was fresh in my memory but I didn't want to talk about it.

At that time, because of my marriage, I just resigned from an electronics subsidiary in Xiamen in my twenties and lived in the township government hospital with my husband. At that time, the township government had an educational television difference turntable, which was located in the teaching building of the township middle school. In addition to broadcasting some educational TV programs, some township government "notices" or "announcements" are often inserted. Probably there are not many people in the township government who can't type with computers, so at that time, "notices" and "announcements" were usually filmed with cameras and then dubbed and broadcast.

Later, I may feel that interrupting the "notice" or "announcement" like that is a bit out of date. A few days after I got married, the township leader arranged for me to work as a temporary typist at the poor turntable of the education TV station. Before I came back from Xiamen, I probably heard my husband show off. At that time, they already knew that I was an office worker who could use computers in Xiamen.

Even I have three people on the poor turntable. The director and accountant used to be teachers in that middle school, and they were very kind to me when I went. Every day, there is nothing but simply making some songs (at that time, there was a program of people ordering songs) and making some township notices. In the evening, the three of us take turns on duty to broadcast TV programs or insert songs. Because we are in the countryside, we don't have to broadcast late every day.

The work is easy, but the salary is pitiful. Plus some monthly benefits, less than 200 yuan, my salary in Xiamen office was more than four times that at that time.

For almost three years, our poor education channel was forced to stop broadcasting because it was covered by other TV stations with higher frequency. The director and accountant are back to their original schools as teachers, so it's natural for me as a temporary worker to stay at home and lose my job. At that time, the economy was not as developed as it is today, so it was not easy to find a new job in the countryside. After half a year, there was a shortage of substitute teachers in primary schools. Through open recruitment in rural areas, I went to primary school to be a substitute teacher for several years. Later, after the substitute teacher retired, he worked as a canteen manager in the township government canteen for five years. Today, I opened such a small shoe store in the farmer's market. ...

In this way, several jobs with extremely low wages were squeezed out by some people who are family members of township government workers like me. However, to be honest, it is natural that they sometimes say some unpleasant things behind my back. After all, many family members of cadres and workers have never had the opportunity to take part in other jobs during my years of work.

Compared with working in Xiamen before marriage, my life seems to be getting narrower and narrower. Inferiority makes me reluctant to mention my previous job, especially my first job in a TV station after I left Xiamen.

Today, she was impressed with me. And I searched all the people I know around the township government and TV station in my mind, but I can't remember who she is. I feel ashamed to think about it!

"Actually, you don't know me, but I know you." At this point, she turned the topic to herself.

She said that she was working in the police station next to the township government. Like me, she is also a temporary worker, responsible for some daily chores of the police station, such as turning on the tap and sweeping the floor. Soon after I went to the township government, she left the police station, and for a long time after that, she never saw me. But she said that she always remembered me as a young, beautiful and temperamental person. ...

Later, we talked about the past. Before leaving, I asked her son why he was so young, only to know that she actually had a fifteen-year-old daughter. It seems that she is really a few years younger than me.

Watching her and her man gradually leave my shop, I think the scars left by the wind and frost of the years may not be less than mine. In such a living environment, she actually remembers me who can't even be called "meeting by chance". When I have the opportunity to do so much work, why should I despise any time I spend?

In fact, life is like this. When we think it is the worst, maybe in a corner you are not familiar with, that she or he is cherishing the good times for you with the memory of his life.

Good Memory Prose 8 You are coming from the passionate spring.

Knock on my heart and precipitate a thousand years of sadness.

Infiltrate my world

It's you, too, walking out of my lonely eyes with sunshine.

Left a string of sentimental footprints behind him.

And sour memories.

Became me, a deep regret that I can't turn around and leave.

How many days and nights of missing

Indulge in the wilderness of time

Watch the desolate loneliness for you

Wandering on the shore all day.

Look at each other from a distance

Do you know that?/You know what? I want to smell the magnolia.

Walking with you on the path in my hometown.

Memories are branded in my heart, and the night will not be bleak.

And heaven remains our neighbourhood, the sea and the sky are vast, and it may just pass.

This is destined to be a kind of mutual harm.

I knocked out beautiful sentences with my hands.

Leave a sadness in the virtual world.

I write a paragraph with emotion.

Leave a memory in my pale world

I remembered this brief encounter with my heart.

Condense all the ideas into words.

Some people say. What is gone is always a good memory.

Let me, pick a beautiful memory and keep it in my heart.

Beautiful Memory Prose 9 (1)

Walking behind you as always.

Quietly watching everything about you

See your voice, laugh.

In my heart

I think

I'm very happy.

(2)

You're still like that

Keep walking.

Never turned to look.

There is a person who cares about you behind.

There has always been one.

But you

Never knew.

Maybe you haven't noticed.

(3)

Never talked to you.

See you smile happily.

All my efforts are worthwhile.

Even if you

I don't even know if I exist.

Just passing by.

I have no regrets.

I've met you like this.

(4)

young heart

Young self

All the people and things pursued

Can only be placed in the depths of my heart.

Don’t?Touch?

Think of it as a beauty.

There is a memory.

(5)

Remember at this time

A goal at that time.

Direction of efforts

Don't waste time at that time.

The sunshine that once existed.

(6)

If you can choose again

That era is back.

I will choose myself like that again.

Continue to be the person you never know behind you.