Memory component

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my collection of essays about memories, hoping to help everyone.

About Memory Composition 1 Time flies, a few naughty curves jump on my forehead, beautiful lines are covered around my eyes, and my hands become wrinkled. He is a kind old man. He gave me a happy childhood, a golden childhood and a fun-filled childhood. He is my grandfather.

Everything I did as a child has been blurred, faded and gradually disappeared, but my grandfather and I are firmly engraved in our hearts, deeply engraved in our hearts.

I lived in an old house when I was a child. Parents have to go to work, and only grandparents accompany them. My grandfather always takes me out to play and wander around.

I was very ignorant when I was a child. My grandfather bought me an electronic piano. I'm happy, but I can't always play well. I complained there. Grandpa wanted to teach me to play, so I took his hand away and said angrily, "I don't want you to teach me, I can play!" " Grandpa left without saying anything. Now think about it, I really don't understand. Grandpa bought me this piano. How can I talk to him like that? Besides, he is my grandfather. How can I treat him with such a heavy tone! I understand now, but grandpa has left me. I hope he can forgive my ignorance at that time. I'm sorry!

I didn't know how to care about other people's feelings when I was a child. I don't know where to find a knife to cut the cake, so I clamored to cut a small cake for grandpa. The more I cut, the more fun I have, but grandpa can't eat any more. Grandpa said, I can't eat any more, but I still want to cut, so I clamored to cut the cake for grandpa, and finally grandpa ate too much and couldn't eat dinner! Alas, I really didn't understand at that time, grandpa, I'm sorry!

The stars crossed the sky and the moon lit me up. I often look at the sky and recall what happened between my grandfather and me. My grandfather and I are as close as possible. The near seems to be in front of us, and the far seems to be separated by infinity. Grandpa and I are deeply engraved in our hearts. This makes me very sad. When I am sad, there is a memory that can make me remember, make me happy, and make me proudly say, "I have a wonderful memory and a happy childhood!" "

Every weekend, when I can't find anything to do, I often habitually take out that shabby photo album, but to me, it is really like a treasure. It collects my wonderful memories and the ups and downs of my childhood. I found one of the most memorable photos from that album.

This photo was taken about seven years ago, and I haven't seen the scenery inside for a long time. But it was not a wonderful experience, but I still remember it vividly.

It was a holiday morning, and a distant relative I added invited our family of three to his house. I can't help but get excited when I hear that I'm going to Bazhong city this time (you know, I've never been so far away from home). At that time, people, things and things attracted me. My careful mother told me not to forget to bring my camera, otherwise there would be no such memories to witness.

We sat on a Santana, crossed mountain roads and towns, switched scenery many times along the way, and finally arrived at our destination. The scenery in front of me stunned me. The wide asphalt roads, clean and tidy streets and rows of houses all stunned me. Mother said, "There is something more surprising to you!" " "After being reminded by my mother's words, I really want to visit every novel place. So, we went into a store, and this is really everything. We have it in the whole supermarket here, and there are places we don't have here. The area of extra desire is several times that of ours, and the dazzling array of goods is dazzling. This is a feeling I have never felt before!

After we had lunch at our relatives' house, my mother suggested that we go to Binhe Road. I'm confused. Is there a riverside road here? At the intersection, lush trees, green lawns and laid-back newcomers attracted me again. Suddenly I feel really like a frog in the well, with too little knowledge and limited activities. I asked to take a photo under a big tree by the Green River. And this photo has become my most precious one!

Memories, like a magical seasoning, are all kinds of ups and downs. And it has a astringent taste, but I keep it in mind.

I remember it was a summer when I was seven years old. My mother took me to visit my grandparents in Shandong. Here, I met a new friend:

Her name is Yu Ying. She has short black and beautiful hair, big eyes as crystal clear as black pearls, and smiles like stars all over the sky. She is warm and lovely.

That day, we were picking wild flowers on the mountain. Yu Ying has clusters of colorful China roses in her arms. I took some flowers from her arms and tied them on my belt. She gave a "Ding Rinrin" laugh, which was as clear and sweet as a string of bells ... Suddenly, a big German shepherd jumped out, and I was so scared that I was pale and at a loss. At this moment, Yu Ying pulled me behind her and said, "Don't be afraid! You are my best friend, I won't let you get hurt! " After that, she grabbed a wooden stick next to her and "duel" with the big German shepherd, trying to drive it away. I watched it, and I couldn't help but feel hot all over. Tears soaked my eyes ... After a while, Yu Ying gradually lost his strength. When the big German shepherd saw it, it came at us. I was surprised, but I pushed the rain cherry down the mountain ...

When I got home, I felt uneasy. Not afraid of being taught a lesson by adults, but afraid of losing Yu Ying as a friend. ...

I thought Yu Ying would hate me and break up with me. Unexpectedly, a few weeks later, she came to me again. Her leg was badly hurt. It was a comminuted fracture. Now she can hardly stand up. She pushed the wheelchair to my side and said, "Nothing, don't feel sorry for me. Look, am I okay? " After that, she tried to stand up and show me. These seemingly comforting words and actions make me feel even more guilty. I quickly grabbed her and held back my tears, pretending to be relaxed and saying to Ying, "You are fine, why should I cry?" When your injury is healed, let's play together ... "At some point, I couldn't help crying on the sofa. ...

That night, I felt guilty. But in this guilt, I found myself growing up in an instant. ...

The taste of childhood is so pure, so beautiful, so happy, so pure. Open the old diary, and many previous firsts are still clearly presented. Childhood innocence, childhood ignorance, childhood happiness, childhood happiness, childhood happiness, vividly.

Looking back on those unremarkable childhood events, although small, those memories are so touching, because with these memories, you can make continuous progress and pursue constantly, and you can grow up. Childhood always reminds people.

I still remember that day (when I was in the middle class of kindergarten), the sun was burning the earth. I took a nap and found my grandma missing. I cried for a long time, and no one paid any attention to me. I wanted to go out to find my grandmother, but as soon as I got to the door, I found that I was naked and didn't wear pants. That's a real pity. I put on my pants and was about to go out, but I fell as soon as I stood up, and I fell as soon as I stood up. I thought: Did someone drag me underground? Otherwise I can't stand up! I am so angry! This is, grandma came over, and when she saw this, she not only didn't sympathize with me, but even cried, which made me very angry. After a long time, grandma gradually calmed down and said to me, "My baby, you put your legs on your trouser legs. Didn't you fall off as soon as you left?" No, it's strange! "At that time, I suddenly realized that it was like this. Looking back now, is that really stupid and cute?

Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart; Childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you memorable; Childhood is like a rainbow after a storm, colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, which makes people miss it; Childhood is like that winding path, growing up with you. The wind can't blow away this warm memory, and the rain can't drown this moving melody. Only the lovely sunshine shines on it and preserves it. ...

The clock can only go forward, not backward. Childhood has only aftertaste and memories.

About Memory Composition 5 Childhood is so beautiful and innocent. Childhood friendship is also the most real. At that time, we were lotus flowers-we emerged from the mud without being defiled or polluted by society. We had a pure heart, we thought nothing, and we just wanted to have fun with our friends.

The sixth grade is the first turning point in life and the last year of our childhood. After the sixth grade, we will find our own junior high school, and because of this, we will get along with my classmates for six years. Good friends separated, although very sad, but also can't help myself. At that time, we were still young, and everything was decided by our parents for us. We have no choice but to be reluctant to part with our companions.

Knowing that we are going to be apart, we cherish our time together more. I have several good friends. Their names are Kaijian. What a province. Japanese. Xiaocui, we all cherish this friendship and know that we will part. We are together every day, doing homework and playing games together. Every weekend, we have programs, either to go fishing together, or to punt together and go sightseeing together. Life is very happy and happy.

These three boys are really nice. I don't know what words to use to describe their kindness to us. They don't allow others to bully us. Every time someone bullied us, they always helped us.

I really miss our days together, but now we can't play together like this. We are all grown up, studying in different schools, having different friends and having our own circle of friends. Now I can only miss the past.

There are no friends like you in junior high school. No one loves me like you. I miss you so much that you love me as much as my brother. We are like brother and sister. Although we are not related by blood, we are closer than those related by blood, but this is the past and the past.

I really miss you. I cry every time I think about it. What about you? Like me?

About Memories Composition 6 Grasping the skirts of time and shaking out a pool of starlight, I picked up memories one by one.

Think back to your own time experience and the happy time when you were a child. I often look up at the starry sky and can't help feeling this. When I was a child, I often played with my friends until the evening, so I was scolded by my grandparents. I was carefree and free at that time. I still wanted to grow up when I was a child. In retrospect, it was so simple and naive at that time. Most of my childhood playmates have lost their contact information and can meet. I went to play with them, but they used the adjective "busy" to avoid it. In fact, they are all addicted to the internet and cannot extricate themselves. I happened to meet this scene when I went to his house, and my relationship with my childhood playmates became less good, just like a sword.

Many years ago, the Spring Festival was so lively: children went door to door, and when the elders saw it, they would grab a handful of candy for them. Women are preparing a sumptuous dinner, and men get together to watch the Spring Festival Gala, or play cards, chess and chat. Colorful fireworks lit up the night sky, and firecrackers broke the silence. In my opinion, the most unforgettable sound during the Spring Festival is not the crackling firecrackers, nor the fireworks that resound through the sky, but the children's happy laughter. But what about today? Fireworks and firecrackers have been banned in many places, and there is little contact between relatives in the neighborhood, let alone the laughter and laughter of children, so the Spring Festival has become so deserted.

I hope that the world will be better with less suspicion and indifference between people and more trust and care.

There are many wonderful memories in the world. Good memories are like a string of purple wind chimes, full of blessings; Good memories are like a bluebird that freezes the wings of time; Good memories are like a pure and meaningful lyric prose poem; Good memories are like a misty Eden.

Last semester, when you were in the sixth grade of primary school, your mother sent a photo card worth 500 yuan. And promised to take me to take photos on 12 birthday. Day after day, I finally waited for my birthday. Our family came to Josephine Photo Studio in Middle Street with excitement. The photo studio is very big and luxurious. But it was agreed that only my birthday photo would be taken. Who knows, my mother couldn't resist the "temptation" of the staff and took a wedding photo with my father.

Make up first. Is a little sister who cares about me very much. One moment I'm afraid of lip gloss entering my mouth, and the other moment I'm afraid of eye shadow entering my eyes. And I have been paying attention to my mother who is reconciled with me; My mother looks like a queen with her hair combed back and a crystal crown on her head. For the first time, I feel that my mother is so beautiful after makeup.

I finally started taking pictures. As this is my first time in such a magnificent photo studio, I can't help feeling a little nervous. Maybe I'm nervous because I'm so happy! It was a young brother who took my picture. He is tall and thin. I didn't laugh at first, but he didn't get angry because I didn't cooperate with him. Instead, he kindly said to me, "Never mind, don't be nervous, open your mouth. Don't you know that a smile is the best expression in the world? " Hearing these words, my mood relaxed a lot. In the following time, I also cooperated with him very much. Every shape is beautiful. At the same time, I became friends with this uncle.

Good memories are like a touch of bright and sweet seven-color sunshine; Good memories are like endless beautiful fairy tales; Good memories are like a string of colorful psychic notes like rain!

About Memory Composition 8 If I say something interesting about my childhood, it will be even more! Every time I mention the word "childhood", I will think of me. I still remember that after I learned to walk, I felt great, but it was great: I climbed a tree and fell into a dog's mud, got entangled in a wild cat, and then returned home with a full load and got into grandma's chicken shed ... anyway. I was indispensable this time, but what impressed me the most was looking in the mirror for the first time.

I still remember when I was four years old, "Baby, you will have your own mirror in the future!" Mom announced. "What is a mirror, Mom?" "A mirror is when you look at it, and it will …" Before my mother finished, I grumbled-I see. I stood in front of the mirror, looking around and seeing nothing. "There is an ugly nine monsters in the mirror, how strange." I strode forward and said to him, "Ugly Nine Monsters, stay away from me! Hmm. " Then I made a face. Oh, mom, this is terrible. How can he make faces in the mirror? I was shocked. Is there anyone in the mirror? Come on, it's still important to play ball. I spat out my tongue at him and scratched my eyelids. Unexpectedly, he will. I roll and crawl, but I want to report it to my mother. When my mother saw me crying, it was amazing.

"What's the matter?" When my mother saw my embarrassment, she seemed to be petrified in an instant. I quickly explained, "That ugly monster is really scary. I make faces and he makes faces! " I told my mother the whole story. "Oh, I see. If you respect him, he may even respect you! "

After listening to my mother's words, I hurried over, bowed to him and said "I'm sorry". Unexpectedly, he respects me so much. Haha, it's interesting to look in the mirror. Take more photos and play some tricks in the future.

This time, I looked in the mirror, not only saw a new "me", but also understood that only by respecting others will others respect you.

About Memories Composition 9 My hometown-shenjiamen, Zhoushan, where there is a famous supper stall, is deeply loved by people.

On the third night of Chinese New Year's Eve, my parents and I went to the streets, and the bustling fishing port of shenjiamen appeared in front of us. A night breeze blew, blowing the smell of the sea.

On the waterfront road next to the fishing port, there is a snack stand, like a long line, which intersects with the fishing fire and faces Peach Blossom Island across the sea. Chinese and foreign tourists come here in an endless stream. Walking on the road, there is a lot of people everywhere, and the aroma is tangy. I am already drooling over delicious seafood.

Before we walked to the booth, the shape of the night booth was very special. Each room is dominated by orange, yellow and blue, and the decoration blends with the color of the sea. Each room is placed diagonally. Its unique shape and bright colors attract American tourists.

The night stalls are unique in shape, but the seafood here is unforgettable. I can't wait to taste it with my parents. Roughly counted, there are more than 60 stalls at the supper stand! Every room is crowded with people, and some people criticize the seafood here noisily; Some eat with relish; Some people may be visiting for the first time, and they seem very happy ... especially during the Spring Festival, there are many lovely people here. The roads are full of private cars with license plates from all over the port, and the streets are crowded with people. These people are all here for the booth tonight. We finally found a seat in a cubicle, and the waiter immediately brought the menu. We quickly ordered five or six servings of seafood. However, due to too many guests, the waiters and chefs were very busy, and it took a long time for our dishes to be served one after another. Looking at the seafood on the table makes my mouth water. I put a big roasted crab in my mouth, and my parents laughed at me for wolfing it down. ...

That night, I ate a sumptuous fresh seafood, which is still fresh in my memory.

Listening to old songs and humming familiar melodies … I couldn't help laughing …

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Looking at the dusty photo album and the yellowed photos inside … I couldn't help laughing, so sweet, so beautiful, so real, so carefree …

I remember laughing when I was a child! No matter what you meet, you will face it with a smile, because I think: it's no big deal, just smile and it will pass! Laugh, laugh, and naturally forget everything! When I was a child, I liked to look up at the starry sky and always looked at the bright moon in a daze. I like to lean on my mother's shoulder and point to the moon, and let my mother tell me the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. My mother will always tell me it again and again! Then I will imagine what Chang 'e looks like. I naively hope that if one day she can appear in front of me! Thinking and thinking, I fell asleep sweetly!

I still remember playing when I was a child! Looking at the old yard, the picture of playing as a child is still vivid! Hide and seek is our favorite game again, so it's a false alarm! That day, I played hide-and-seek with some friends, and one of them came to see us. We all hid from each other and found a place that was not easy to be found. As long as it is not found, it will always be happy for a long time. When the second round was about to start, we found that the smallest one among us was missing! We panicked and looked for her everywhere, and we were so tired that we were sweating! Dare not tell the adults! From morning till noon! The result was just a false alarm, and she ran to the street to play! Scared us into a cold sweat! Maybe, at that time, I was just a child who didn't know anything! An innocent child!

I miss the past full of innocence! I miss the eternal smile in my heart more!

About Memory Composition 1 1 In the lazy sunshine, the breeze outside the window is still intoxicating, teasing the wicker by the lake. Hesitant steps, wandering again. I can't lock the messy pace. I accidentally stepped on the beautiful image of the sun and fell into my eyes and brow, adding only a trace of bitterness. Go on, be silent in the eternal yesterday, stretch out your hand to soothe your restless heart, and pursue the traces you glimpsed on the roadside, which will make you flustered. Who cares that you are a stranger in a hurry? The only way is that a dream breaks the horizon!

Time is pressing and personnel are like quicksand. In the days of waiting, the clouds are still light. My mood is confused, my desk is messy, and my thoughts are confused. The memory of indulgence ripples brightly for no reason and falls into an antique state of mind. When I was sad, I was separated from the rope and my tears were red. Eyebrows gather in Dai Feng, the years are cool, and the road is long and its Xiu Yuan is Xi. Helplessness breeds a kind of surprise and sadness.

The sky is blue, the sky is empty, misty rain locks thick eyebrows, sighs the fleeting time, and only tells all the vicissitudes of life in the world. The night is still early, and all the lights are turned off. The last quarter moon moves lightly to the west, immersed in the fragrant moonlight, which makes people intoxicated. The latch is pushed up in the hazy, and the willows are still swaying proudly. The broken moon shadow is still stained with fallen flowers all over the ground, cold. ...

There is no other meaning in the song. I am afraid that I am worried about my heart. The dim light added a little peace to my heart. With the color of time, I played around the world. Pure music silently sang and waited inside, cut out gorgeous words, and left some warm memories floating between the lines. Farewell to another angry flower, which buried the sad songs and dances of the world, but could not bury the reins of thought. ...

Walking in the late autumn, I harvested bumps and vines. The wind is cold in first frost, and the sunset is the building; His face is gone, his lips are pale, and Qiu Xin is worried. How can you not be sad after feeling a few shocks?

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Life is like the pain of a quick glance, and no one can put out the fire hidden in my heart, just as it can't stop the freedom of geese to migrate north and south. Although I can't wander in the dream sky all my life, I have always been moving forward on the road of finding my dreams. ...

About Memory Composition 12 Have you ever been exposed to memory? Maybe it's sour pain, maybe it's beautiful happiness, maybe it's moved by the residual temperature.

It was a cold and bleak day, and it was snowing heavily. I walked alone in the empty street and felt very lonely. I went out to buy soy sauce when I was a child. I walked absent-mindedly, and my body was tight, shrinking into a down jacket. A bright figure appeared in the bleak street, and a thin body wrapped in a simple cotton-padded coat was busy outside her shop. When I walked into the shop, she came in and greeted me with a big smile. I handed her the money.

She took my money with rough hands. I was about to leave when she suddenly stopped me. After counting the money carefully, she smiled and took out some change from the pocket of the worn cotton-padded clothes, and said with a smile,' Little girl, here is your change. Looking at her innocent smile, my heart seemed to be touched. After receiving the money, I thanked her and left.

I didn't walk a few steps when an elderly man stopped me. She said to me in a trembling voice,' son, can you take grandma to buy something to eat? Grandma hasn't eaten for several days ...'

I couldn't bear to part with it, so I took out a few dollars from my pocket and prepared to give it to her. She pushed my hand away and insisted that I take her to buy it. I hesitated. She said to me again,' I've never been here and I don't know anywhere. Just take me, okay? My heart softened and I was about to say yes when the old man pulled me forward. There is a sense of crisis in my heart, but there is no one around me on such a cold day.

Just when I was at a loss because of nervousness and fear, the beautiful figure appeared quietly in front of me and stopped the old man. Her eyes are a little anxious. She took my hand and walked back until the old man stopped following me. I feel a little hot. She told me that the old man often moved here and cheated some children in various ways. I felt a nameless gratitude in my heart, and at the same time I was afraid. Imagine if it weren't for this.

That beautiful figure, that unforgettable memory, is still warm and timeless.

Last time I cleaned the closet, I found a folded yellow cloth in the corner of the lattice where I put my pajamas. I opened it carefully and found it was a small piece of yellow cloth, square, with a small pocket in one corner. It took me a long time to realize that this is the "quilt" that I wrapped when I was a child. Every time I go out, my mother will wrap me in it and hold me in her hand. This is a souvenir for my son. I secretly celebrated in my heart: fortunately, I put it in such a secret corner, so I didn't lose it, and I can take it out from time to time.

My aunt has a red car, which she has been using. There are many thin scratches on the car, and the lights are old and yellow. Sitting on it, as soon as the car started, I felt the seat rumbling and shaking violently under me, which caused the car to suddenly fall apart. The low beam is also dark from Pupu, so you can't even see anything 2 meters away. Even if you play the high beam, it is very dark. I'm embarrassed to tell her that this car is too old, but I still hope she can change it in my heart, in case it breaks down, it's too dangerous.

My family has an old pen, which was given to me by my grandmother. That pen is green, and the paint on it has peeled off a lot, and the gap is east and west, which is not very nice. The written pen has also been polished, and it seems that it can't be used. That pen was used by grandma when she was young. She told me that this pen is easy to write and used to be expensive. Now she doesn't need it, so she gave it to me to cherish. Maybe this is also her young memory! Old age is always memorable. I didn't use it, and I didn't throw it away. I just put it on the shelf as a souvenir, as if an old friend was waiting for me in the old place.

Old things contain deep memories, which is why we keep them as souvenirs.

A beautiful butterfly flies in front of the balcony. It draws an elegant arc in the air. In the sun, its dancing wings look hot. For an instant, there seems to be a shocking feeling in my mind.

Initial memory

I still remember that once a butterfly flew to my balcony, and I shouted to my grandmother, "Catch that butterfly!" " "Grandma kind face can not help but have three straight lines. I asked my grandmother why she was angry with me, and there was a trace of sadness in her eyes. Seeing her eyes moist, I gently touched her face to comfort her not to be sad. Looking at my expression, grandma immediately burst into tears and smiled. At that time, I always felt that my grandmother was more naive than me. But I completely changed my mind when I was chatting with my mother. Grandpa died early, and grandma brought up four children by herself. Grandma thinks that when the butterfly flies to our house, Grandpa will come back to visit us. It turns out that grandma misses grandpa. I don't know if it's superstition, but I know grandma always misses grandpa.

Lost beauty

Looking through those old books, the past comes to mind. My eyes stayed on a book that had fallen, and I still remember that it was given to me by my grandmother. This is a picture version of 300 ancient poems. The past was like a video camera. "The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? ... this ... this ... "I hesitated for a while, but my grandmother looked flustered and sang" Looking up, I found it was moonlight ". Looking up, I found it was moonlight? I said in a childish voice, "Yes! Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered home. And so on, I memorized this Tang poem. When I was a child, my grandmother said a poem. I read it again and again, like a repeater, until I memorized it.

Forever nostalgia

Early in the morning, the fog filled, and two butterflies flew to the front. I can't help feeling heavy and sad. Looking at the old tree in front of the house, in a blink of an eye, the leaves are all over the ground, and it still stands there stubbornly, speechless, leaving more than just a little mottled trace in the long years.

A missed call touched my heart. I didn't expect that a small butterfly could shock the soul. ...

/kloc-The footsteps of 0/5 years are always walking and fleeting. How time flies!

In a blink of an eye, I have spent more than a dozen spring, summer, autumn and winter, but the memories of each season are unique, unique and eternal.

I remember when I was a child, I planted an orange tree in the yard when I was born. I often take a knife and carve marks on the trunk to measure whether I grow taller every day. Looking at those horizontal lines, I hope I can grow taller quickly. But one day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends getting taller and why am I getting shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?"

I jumped off the chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it below the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. After listening to my words, my mother looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst out laughing for no reason. She couldn't help laughing until tears came out. She patted me on the head, looked at her stupidly and said, "fool, it's not that you are short, it's that the tree has grown taller." Don't do such stupid things in the future. " At this time, I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree had grown taller. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I don't know what stupid thing I would do to a chicken. ...

The footsteps of the years are still going, fleeting, and those beautiful memories of childhood are so beautiful! It is like a ship carrying my dreams, roaming through the years. At this time, Bing Xin's sentence "Childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the real world, and the tearful smile when recalling. " This sentence has been ringing in my ears. ...