That wonderful time.

That wonderful time 1 I grew up with my grandmother, so I have a special feeling for her. Although I have left my grandmother now, we still remember the good times with her.

Every morning, I will follow my grandmother to the mountains to herd sheep. At that time, I was very young and couldn't go up the mountain at all, so my grandmother put me on the back of a sheep and followed me, fearing that it would throw me to the ground.

I am comfortable on the back of a sheep. Looking at the blue sky and singing, I soon arrived at my destination. At this time, I will play with my grandmother in the helicopter that accompanied me throughout my childhood. I will fly around in a helicopter and land far away every time. At this time, grandma will hug me and pick it up. Looking at the smile on grandma's face, I will dance with joy.

Grandma was afraid that I would freeze in winter, so she put it in her fat cotton trousers and wrapped it in a big cotton-padded jacket, so that no matter how cold it is, I can't freeze. Grandma says I'm afraid of the heat in summer, and I get prickly heat when I cry. She had to shake the cattail leaf fan back and forth, shake away the heat and shake me to sleep.

Grandma said that I was timid when I was a child, and even the sound of sparrows could scare my soul away, so I often remember grandma holding my little hand to Third Grandma's house. Third Daughter-in-law will "call up the soul", third Daughter-in-law will squat in the sun, hold three handfuls in the sun, and then blow a few mouthfuls of "fairy gas" on my forehead, saying yes. Grandma smiled and thanked her, then took out red dates or peanuts from her pocket and stuffed them into Third Grandma's hand.

Until now, whenever I recall these childhood memories, my heart is still full of joy. Childhood is like a beautiful picture, like a beautiful ballad, which will stay in my heart forever and make me full of warmth and optimism about life.

I will never forget that wonderful time!

Looking at the arrival of another batch of freshmen, I saw the scene of just entering school two years ago.

It's early autumn, but the sun is still shining hot. Several iron tower soldiers stood on the empty playground.

A burst of laughter from far and near broke the quiet atmosphere. A group of childish teenagers were slapping me, and my two eyeballs pulled their eyes loudly before they finished sweeping the playground. A soldier stands in front of us, who is the embodiment of angels and demons-instructor. The instructor is not tall, but there seems to be steel-like muscles under the dark green military uniform. He is not much older than us, but he has a dark and resolute face. His eyes are as motionless as a lurking wolf, and it seems that he will shoot two swords at the enemy at any time.

A "attention" shook our spirit and the crowd began to move sparsely. Instructor shouted with a frown, "JunZi is spirit. Even the military posture can't stand well. Have you no spirit? " Under the correction, the military posture of all the students was finally standardized. The sun did the right thing with us on purpose, giving off bursts of bright light. The wind seems to take advantage of people's danger and has no intention of helping. We didn't think, we all participated in the devil's training ... I watched the bean-sized sweat of the classmate in front slide down his hair and fell to the ground with a beep ... An hour later, everyone had a big sweat stain under his feet. At the instructor's command, we went straight to the shade next to us like arrows. The students mingled and some naughty boys made fun of the teacher. The instructor smiled innocently, revealing white teeth. It turns out that the instructor is still a handsome boy!

The short time of military training left me with good memories. We broke the embarrassment of not knowing each other when we first entered the school, blended with each other, enjoyed the joy brought by the shade after sweating like rain, and understood that it was a sincere pleasure to be rewarded. More importantly, that wonderful time made me understand the difficulty of a soldier and have a deeper understanding of them.

During those three hours, I can always taste the unique duck soup that my grandmother cooked for me every weekend. I will never forget the refreshing fragrance and mellow taste. It was a wonderful time full of emotion.

Early in the morning, grandma went to the vegetable market with a vegetable basket and personally selected live ducks. Grandma looks at this one for a while, then at that one. The duck that Grandma can finally pick is definitely a good duck. After returning home, grandma took out her family heirloom-casserole, which is a first-class protected animal in grandma's kitchen and never willing to use it. When she started making soup, grandma always wore reading glasses and carefully mixed the auxiliary materials. Look at her serious appearance, as if she were taking an exam, for fear that something might go wrong and affect her grades. Grandma always said: "Our Bao Er doesn't like to eat too salty, so we must put less salt." Grandma will move a stool at this time, stay by the fire, adjust the fire from time to time, and open the lid from time to time, without slacking off. After cooking, the smell of duck soup filled the whole room. Every time I drink duck soup, I can finish a bowl of rice quickly with just one sip of soup. That kind of taste is absolutely top-notch enjoyment, which makes people memorable.

But grandma was seriously ill last year. How much she wants to cook duck soup for me again, but she can never stand up. Grandma is in the hospital bed, and she doesn't forget to teach her mother the secret recipe of drinking duck soup. Although my mother completely copied the color and flavor of duck soup made by my grandmother, I always felt that it was not as delicious as my grandmother's.

Gone are the days when grandma cooked delicious duck soup. The mellow taste will always be fixed in my childhood memory; Grandma's true feelings for me will remain in the long river of my life forever. It was a wonderful time!

I recall the beauty under the cherry tree that day, the running in the vegetable garden and the sweet smile under the blue sky. As we all know, do you remember?

On a hot summer day, the best enjoyment is to enjoy the cool in the shade. On that day, in your little hand, you and I lay half a small cold watermelon, and the spoon stood on the small cold watermelon, trying to dig for the sweet treasure buried in the depths. That kind of cold touch, that kind of sweet and greasy taste, permeates the fingertips and reaches the heart.

"ah! That butterfly is so beautiful! " Say, you put down the delicious watermelon, and the petite figure follows the beautiful butterfly. However, butterflies seem to be playing and flying up and down. And you jump up and down with it, an agile little monkey! I sighed and went to help you save the butterfly.

"hurry up! Hurry up! It flew into the vegetable garden! " After saying his word, the figure disappeared! I had to follow and run in a hurry. However, I suddenly found that you rushed to the front of the scenery, but I didn't know that you were also a beautiful scenic line at this time. The sun shines on the earth, and you walk with the pace of a meteor, letting the breeze fall on your little face. Your hair is messy and your clothes are loose, but that faint smile still occupies an inch of your little face.

"Huhuhu-"Two little people, sitting back to back under the cherry tree. The rocks are blue, the sky is blue, the wind is slippery, and the clouds are dreamy. The pink cherry blossoms on their heads seem to want to play with us, and the melody rotates gracefully, falling in their hair and hearts. ...

Flowers bloom and fall, you and I run and jump together in this small sky; * * * Breathe fresh air; By the way, what you like to hear is wonderful!

Xia Qiu came back to me and suddenly wanted to see your face, feeling very familiar. I can walk through the wind, frost, rain and snow without holding hands, and I miss you very much if I can't meet you. In a hurry year, the good times were forgotten. Can you still remember that tender face?

That good time 5 always misses the good time of reading in the bookstore.

Deep and elegant classical music, dim chandeliers shed warm light on the paper, and the smell of coffee and light ink wafted in the air. Although this is a bookstore, it has the unique atmosphere of a cafe.

Turning over the book, my ears gently echoed with soft music, and the aroma of coffee drilled into my nostrils. I leaned back on the bamboo chair, covered with a warm blanket behind me, flipped the pages with my fingers and stretched lazily, and suddenly felt very comfortable. There is only peace here, and all chores will be forgotten. If you don't like music, you can also go to a silent room, where time seems to stand still and only the sound of turning pages lingers in your ears.

When entering the store, the shopkeeper often smiles and asks if you want a glass of water. You also smile, gently shake your head and ask him in a low voice if he has any books of xx. He shrugged regretfully. When you showed disappointment, he rummaged through the counter and took out the book you wanted. When he smiles smugly, you always make a big red face, and at the same time, the old customers on both sides will give out bursts of light smiles. At this moment, the air in the store will always swirl with low laughter, and it will be branded in your heart with relaxed music.

I like my master's wife's books and newspaper clippings. She is an open-minded woman. She is a liberal arts student and is very sensitive to poetry collections. She can always find beautiful poems and anecdotes from different newspapers in obscure poetry collections, and then cut them out or copy them down. Her writing is elegant, but like men, she can't hide the sharpness of her pen. I admire the poems she recorded, and the anecdotes make me smile. She often tells me stories about her and the shopkeeper when they were young. When it comes to studying, she always regrets that if she had done more science problems, she would have been admitted to college.

Not long ago, the shop moved away. I didn't say goodbye to them, and I didn't say goodbye to everything in the store-books, music, coffee. I miss them. Although we met by chance, we were just passers-by, but that wonderful time has long been deeply imprinted in my mind.

That wonderful time was too short, my fingers were too wide, and it passed quickly between my fingers. I was in a trance at the fastest speed, but the good time I spent with the old hospital became clearer and clearer under its cleansing. The old courtyard in my memory is beautiful, unlike now, it has no vitality at all. At that time, he was like a poet, with Yi An's sad euphemism and Liu Yong's lingering thinness. Clear water is paper, butterflies are ink, and words are slowly recited. The corner of that old house is my paradise.

Where there are clusters of Chinese rose flowers, especially when they are in bloom, I like to move a stool and sit there, let the flowers hide themselves, and whoever calls will not agree. Of course, at most, I still run my own small kingdom. Those weeds are my shelter forest, and the bugs are my people. When I have nothing to do, I will water the grass like an adult or learn to loosen the soil, although they are tenacious and don't need me to mind my own business; Or punish my people, pinch out the bugs that fly to the grass and throw them away. In the kingdom given to me by the old hospital, I happily enjoyed the right to be "king".

There is also a small pond in another corner of my hometown. Summer rain can always fill it up. At this time, I can go crazy with my hometown.

Tear off the old calendars one by one, fold them one by one, put them in small boats and put them in the water one by one. Sometimes I accidentally dive into the pond and get muddy, but more often I just dye one or two mud marks on my white skirt. Although I will be scolded with blood all over my head, I still don't know what the lesson is and I will make the same mistake next time.

Gradually, the old hospital withdrew from my life, only that wonderful time, shining hazy light in my soul.

That wonderful time.

Everyone had a good time.

Childhood is a string of beautiful pearls, shining with bright light. Childhood is a colorful flower basket, weaving my beautiful dreams.

"The flower of success, people only marvel at her present brilliance. However, at the beginning, her buds were soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice. " I still can't forget the smile left on my face. I prepare for the painting competition.

ferment

After class, the students ran to the playground happily like birds and received the sunshine. "Don't run, you stay. Prepare to participate in the painting competition. " The teacher didn't forget to tell me when packing. I greedily looked at the happy figures of my classmates and couldn't help rushing out. However, contrary to expectations, I can only look at them eagerly and look at the paintings for a while.

difficult

"What are you drawing! Tear it up and start over. " Papers fell at my feet like snowflakes, and their spittle splashed on my face. My mouth felt very hot, so I licked it. It was salty.

fragrant

1 of "pa", a slap in the face hit me hard. "Why are you so abrasive! Call painting, you run out to play! " My mother's eyebrows are upside down and her almond eyes are wide open, which reminds me of Gu Dasao, the female blade. "Lenin said that people who can't rest can't work!" I covered the hot wound and ran out.

sweet

"Wow, you won the first prize in painting!" When I came to the classroom, my classmates looked at me with envy. I smiled sweetly, and suddenly felt that the original experience was really a wonderful time, and I missed it a little.

The sand in the mussel endured endless darkness and finally turned into dazzling pearls. I smile, I expect, I understand.

It was a wonderful time, and the fragrance of daisy and jasmine in the corner was 8. Close my eyes and go back to the past ... Every time I look into the yard, the chrysanthemums and lavender jasmine in Huang Cancan give off a rich fragrance, which not only makes my thoughts drift back to that carefree time. ...

He held a hairy dandelion in his hand and played hand in hand with the children on the green grass, making the dandelion in his hand fly all over the sky by the wind. The heart also flies freely in the sky like dandelion. When you are tired of playing, lie on the grass and look up at the beautiful sky. There are several unknown birds flying in the air. Shuyun by hand on the grass. Wondering how the angels in the sky live happily. ...

Thoughts slowly moved back to the room from the window, looking at the piles of reference books and review materials on the table as if the whole room was covered with a layer of haze, ticking … as if many lightning fell from the air! Let me wake up from my dream! Unconsciously, my brain went blank. The smell of gunpowder in the air is getting stronger and stronger. Only bury your head and continue to work hard. ...

I don't know how long it took, and then I looked up at the clouds like a gold necklace outside the window. The sky was dyed blood red, and my thoughts went back to the past. ...

At dusk, we like to climb mountains in pairs, tall trees, watching the sun slowly disappear on the horizon, and then reluctantly climb down from the trees, say goodbye to each other and go home. We like to kneel on the windowsill to watch the night sky and count the stars in the sky. ...

Childhood is beautiful, brilliant, pure, colorful and unforgettable. How I want to reverse time and space, go back to that meadow, go back to that carefree childhood, and go back to the best time I will never forget!

It was a wonderful time. By chance, I returned to my cold and quiet hometown.

The deep and mottled yard, the house with blue bricks and green tiles, and the lush locust tree in the corner of the yard are deeply imprinted in my mind. They carry an ancient story, waiting for future generations to interpret it.

In the morning, I pushed open the heavy door and bumped into the fresh air, mixed with bursts of jujube fragrance. Looking up, there are faint green dates on the jujube tree in the middle of the yard. The sunshine filled the whole yard. Under the sunshine, the pomegranate flowers in front of the house emit fiery red light, and the big locust tree in the corner of the courtyard shines with dazzling light. Unconsciously, at noon, the countryside is like a steamer. The leaves did not move, and the cicadas on the tree began to sing in chorus. The dog hung its long tongue and gasped on the ground. I don't know who shouted: "turned over, turned over!" " Regardless of the heat, people ran to the pond with pots in their hands. The weather is too hot, and the fish in the pond lack oxygen. They jump out of the water and even go ashore. People happily picked it up in the basin. A child put the basin by the water, and two prawns jumped in. The child was very happy. In the evening, the whole village was shrouded in the attractive smell of fish. As night falls in the village, the summer heat gradually recedes and a cool breeze blows. After a hard day's work, people put foil mats in the yard to sleep. The sky is a tent, and the ground is a bed. Looking at the stars in the sky, listening to the croak of frogs in the distance, the cricket plays its piano in the corner, and people fall asleep sweetly.

In the moonlight, the village also fell asleep.

Nowadays, colorful and fast-paced cities have become people's attitude towards life, and the noise has also vulgarized people's values. In this busy time, my hometown is my best destination. The wonderful time in my hometown keeps my mind quiet and free from dust.

That wonderful time 10 qingqing grasslands, white lamb, formed my impression of Inner Mongolia, weaving that wonderful time.

In the evening, I was sitting in the car, and a wet wind swept across my cheeks outside the window, turning the wind generator and blowing green grass. In the distance, on the green grassland, horses are running fast and sheep are grazing leisurely.

Gradually, the night came, the stars flashed inadvertently, and the drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers. It was a round night. I walked on the grassland. During the day, it is obvious that the valley is full of moonlight, and the bright moon and starlight in the sky illuminate the outline of the grassland. The moon on the grassland is very quiet, with only a faint sound of insects. A breeze blew, bringing a chill.

I lay in my tent, listening to the rustling of the grassland, and fell asleep on the grassland unconsciously.

The early morning sun shone into the tent and lit up the grassland. The grass dances in the glory of spring and blooms new green under the moisture of spring. I walked out of the tent, looked at the vast grassland and felt the light refracted by water droplets. The grassland in the morning is always so quiet, there is no noise of the city, only silence. Everyone's soul seems to be purified, and everything is so simple and simple.

I slowly put away my tent and sat quietly on the grass, my eyes full of green. I watched the lamb slowly taste the fresh grass, and the snow-white wool and white clouds merged into one color, as if I had entered it and enjoyed a different peace every time. How I want to see all this. Slowly, I lay down and looked at the blue sky of the grassland, as if I had become a cloud, floating over the grassland, overlooking the beautiful scenery of the grassland, listening to the praise of the grassland played by the wind generator, and the idle flowers and plants danced leisurely.

In a blink of an eye, the hot sun is on the head. I got on the bus and looked at the disappearing grassland. The beautiful scene has become history and the best time in my memory. ...

That wonderful time 1 1 Today is a happy day for all of us. Today we will go for a spring outing. This year is different from the past. This time, we went on foot.

This summer vacation, I went to see flowers with my mother. I think it was a wonderful time.

With the flow of people, my mother and I stepped into the chrysanthemum exhibition room. The chrysanthemums on display here, some are in full bloom, some are in full bloom ... plants, pots, bushes, red as fire, yellow as gold, green as jade, white as clouds, and colorful at one time. In a trance, I feel like I'm in a fairyland. You see, the beautiful chrysanthemum "green peony" is full of petals, covered with gold and covered with pearls, just like the rising sun, which can be described as a handsome chrysanthemum "army", and the charming "quiet girl" shines with a "handsome flag". It has silky petals, drooping bass, demure and elegant, charming and affectionate, giving people a beautiful enjoyment. This is a charming "Er Qiao" with half purple and half yellow flowers and elegant posture. Seeing it reminds people of the story in the romance of the Three Kingdoms. I looked at it and thought about it, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Bai Mudan, which is as white as snow, and Xue Rui, the ancient capital, are as white as jade, hugging each other like snowballs, becoming the objects of repeated visits by painters and constantly surrounded by photography. What's even more funny is that the lovely "Mulan Dress-up" is violet at first, but it turns pink at night. It's just soft in the middle, but it's girlish, much like a woman's men's suit. She joins the army for her father and then quietly returns the flowers in her skirt.

Walking out of the exhibition room, I took a deep breath and thought about the beauty of flowers. I think it was a wonderful time.

During that wonderful time 12 lunch break, when I saw my classmates chatting and playing happily together, I couldn't help looking back and thinking of primary school life. ...

I can't help crying when I think of the primary school full of innocence and fun, and the primary school classmates who have been with me for six years.

In primary school, our studies are not very heavy, so we may have more time to play and be crazy together than in junior high school. And primary school is the best time.

We spent six spring, summer, autumn and winter in the arms of our alma mater. These six years are engraved with the footprints of our childhood. There is a scene of fierce debate between teachers and students in the classroom; There is laughter between classmates during recess; There are exciting moments on the field; There is an unfinished business on the stage.

I still remember that in a math class, our math teacher took us out of the classroom and came to the playground quietly and orderly. First of all, the golden leaves covered the ground like a huge carpet. The teacher took us to the podium and told us about these beautiful autumn scenery, so that we could cherish our time together. Then we broke up and picked up some golden leaves as a souvenir.

Six years of primary school passed in a hurry, which was just a turning point in my life. Some people are brilliant after that. Some people will fall into it; But ... I can't give up, I still have to think about my ideal, and I will be greeted by the brightest sunshine tomorrow!

Good times always pass quickly. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school have passed. I didn't think so at that time, didn't cherish it, and later regretted it. The wonderful junior high school has passed halfway, so we should cherish the time with our classmates and teachers more. Looking back now, it has been many years. Although it didn't make my life colorful, I was very happy.

That wonderful time 13 Sometimes you are a warm lamp, accompanying me through the most difficult days: sometimes you are a strict teacher, admonishing me proudly and encouraging me to face difficulties. You are the book.

During that time, you were indispensable. Every day after school, you are a good friend who urges me to study.

The gloomy weather is stormy, and the distant wind roars, but I am like a puppet, letting the wind and rain hurt my cheeks and not holding an umbrella. My wet clothes stick to my skin and my face is dark. I walked home with heavy steps. I pushed the door open feebly, but it closed with a bang. After a while, there was sobbing from the chair. I didn't know whether it was rain or tears on my face. At this time, you came out: "Ouyang Xiu, Su Shi and Fan Zhongyan all cried like you when they were frustrated?" What did Teng do after he was demoted? ""The government is in harmony with the people, and everything is ruined. " I muttered to myself that I should be like Fan Zhongyan's pursuit of the ancient benevolent heart in "The Story of Yueyang Tower",' Don't be happy with things, don't be sad for yourself', and be like other people who are relegated but conscientious ... "I wiped my face. The light in my heart began to clear up. The small flame in my heart is constantly growing, which reflects a scholar like Fan Zhongyan. The depression and despair in the heart spin away from the body, a stream of blood rushes into the body, and an endless force arises spontaneously. I picked up the pen, opened the paper covered with red crosses, carefully analyzed the mistakes and did every question. At this time, you are like a bosom friend, silently accompanying me through the difficulties.

You can hear brisk footsteps from a distance, and the warm sun in autumn gives off warm light and reflects the whole body. I hummed a little song. Jing is lying in bed, proudly preparing to read the newly bought novel. At this time, you appeared again. "I did well in the exam this time!" I proudly waved the paper in my hand, but the next second a basin of water poured down from my head. "Great poets like Li Bai and Du Fu are complacent without writing a poem. Great calligraphers Rainbow, Xi Zhi and Liu Gongquan are not proud of their good handwriting. Their success is printed step by step. " I flushed with shame. Suddenly realized that he was wrong. On the first page of the opened book, the bright red handwriting "modesty makes people progress, pride makes people lag behind" seems to be a bitter sneer. Not reconciled! Not satisfied! I closed the book and gently put it back on the shelf. Turn around and sit at the desk, pen like a knife, writing like killing the enemy. I hid my previous pride, restrained my temporary excitement, awakened my due diligence and prepared for the next round of attack. At this time, you are like a life mentor, guiding me in the right direction.

Flowers bloom and fall, and time flows. When you think about it, the pleasure of reading at that time was like drinking tea. The first taste, fresh fragrance lingering on the tip of the tongue, many benefits, endless aftertaste.

In the days with books, I benefited greatly and my cultivation was as good as new.

Looking back at the quicksand of time, we have experienced a lot, but what I can't forget is that wonderful time.

It is also the golden season of the year. The bones in the rice field are heavy and rustled by the wind. I sat on the ridge and looked at the beautiful scenery. Everything is so beautiful. A thin figure came up to me. My grandmother always wears that pale white printed dress, as simple as a wild daisy. Years have left a permanent mark on her face, and wrinkles stand across her face. I rushed to grandma to help her with farm tools. My grandmother will never be idle and come to weed again. Inadvertently, I saw grandma holding a board in her hand, Cang Xie Technology. I asked curiously, "why do you want to take the board?" What is the role of this board of directors? " "You will know later." Grandma smiled and sold me a lock. I saw my grandmother cross the ditch and enter the rice fields of Cang Xie Science and Technology. It is waist-high and as tall as my grandmother. Grandma skillfully picked up the board, held it high above her head and hit it hard. In the blink of an eye, a large piece of rice folded up and fell to the ground.

I quickly shouted: "How did you smash all the good millet?" Grandma turned around. Sweat ran down her short hair. The orange sunset reflected on her side face. Her face is so beautiful. "There will be heavy rain in the next few days, and only the rice that can survive the beating can grow fuller millet." Grandma said earnestly. I nodded casually and suddenly looked up and bumped into grandma's expectant eyes. "Don't be afraid of setbacks, son. Be a tenacious person when you grow up. " I froze, and then smiled confidently at my grandmother.

The afterglow of the sunset falls evenly on my grandmother and me. My grandmother's silver silk sparkled in the sunset. I leaned against a big tree and enjoyed this wonderful time quietly. ...

That wonderful time 15 A wonderful time always makes people feel that time passes quickly and slips away in the blink of an eye. What impressed me the most was the snow in primary school.

"It's snowing, it's snowing! Come and see the snow! " I couldn't help looking out of the window when I heard the innocent cry. Everyone rushed out of the classroom and rushed to the playground to welcome the arrival of snow.

Look, the snow elves are dancing! Holding hands, they danced happily with the "Yue Xian" falling from the sky. Hexagonal snowflakes are dancing and spinning, which is more moving and beautiful than Swan Lake. Such an elegant and colorful dance is dazzling.

The playground was covered with a thick layer of snow and turned white, like a white quilt. We have a snowball fight on the playground. We kept snowballing on the runway and throwing at others. "pa! Hey! " The missile flew out and hit everyone's clothes, head and hands. Many people were "injured". Our classmate stuffed a snowball into another classmate's neck when he was not looking, which made everyone laugh.

We started making snowmen again. We made two snowballs, one for me to roll and the other for Xiao Xu to roll. I kept pushing, and the snowball got bigger and bigger, and it became harder and harder to push. When the snowball reached my chest, I couldn't push it any more. Many students came to help me push, and the snowball rolled again ... We piled two college balls together. Put two buttons on the top ball as eyes. Put two brooms in the next ball, which are hands. The ears are two compasses, and the mouth is replaced by a groove. But everyone couldn't figure out what to use as a nose, so they had to make a "nose-less monster". Everyone laughed at their snowman.

Time always flies, and that wonderful time keeps pouring into my mind.