Beautiful moment diary

The long-awaited school uniform finally came down. As soon as school is over, I put on a brand-new school uniform, with a faint fragrance, and I can't wait to go home quickly to enjoy myself in the mirror. I took out my mobile phone, which showed that the time was 5: 40 pm. I thought: I must go into the house before my mother comes home, lest my mother look at me and scold me for a while without doing my homework. Conveniently put the mobile phone in the pocket of the school uniform and take an electric minibus with only three rows of seats to go home.

There is only one passenger on the bus except the driver. I saw that he had fluffy gray hair and a dark, shriveled face, and he looked about my grandfather's age. A dirty old clothes, a pair of liberation shoes on his feet, and a bamboo basket that looks like a plate in front of his rough hands. Seeing me get on the bus, he turned and came in, and I sat next to him. As soon as the car started, the old man next to him fell asleep in his seat. I think: Grandpa must have cut vegetables in the field before dawn, and then went to town to sell them all day, right? I'm afraid I didn't have lunch. I must be too sleepy.

No one got on the bus all the way, and soon the bus drove to the platform where I got off. As soon as the car stopped, grandpa was suddenly startled, as if awakened from a dream. Just a few steps after getting off the bus, I suddenly heard a loud voice behind me: "Little girl, your mobile phone!" " "I turned around and saw my grandfather waving to me with my orange mobile phone in his hand. When I touched my pocket, it was empty. I hurried to get my beloved mobile phone. Grandpa said earnestly, "It's not easy for parents to make money, so take good care of your mobile phone ..." I said, "Thank you, Grandpa." Then the bus sped away.

I sat on the bus and looked at grandpa with my mobile phone with grandpa's remaining temperature. At that moment, my heart was filled with emotion. At that moment, my grandfather's tall image lingered in my mind.

It is night in the abortion, and the faint moonlight is as pure as water. It travels through time and space and quietly pours on my heart. It is so soft and quiet that everything is like a painting. That year, there were too many colors, intertwined and twisted, and a colorful beauty was outlined.

That year, a wisp of kitchen smoke rose, and the little boy came here, an idyllic former residence full of fragrance. In a play, the little boy got to know him. He is two years older than himself. From then on, he held the little boy's hand and grew up with laughter. He propped up a blue sky for the little boy with a normal heart.

One day, the little boy asked him curiously what spring was. He didn't understand, but he promised the little boy to accompany him to find spring, so they embarked on a journey, a journey full of innocence. He took the little boy running in the field. They greet the sunshine with sincere hearts and harvest beautiful memories in the fragrant rice. They went to the pond, stirred up ripples with stones and let their troubles go with the wind. They rode bicycles, filled with joy, and scattered petals to stop the breeze. Once, during the trip, it began to rain. They hid under the fruit trees in a hurry, and it was still raining. They hit the little boy's body with thin thread again and again. The little boy's hair was wet, his clothes were wet, and his sneezing came and went. He knew that the little boy had a cold. He carried the little boy on his back, paved the difficult dirt road with footprints and walked home step by step. Rain, that hazy world, is that he used that belief to stand up again after falling on the stormy and muddy road. A simple action is no longer common at this time. Those few hundred meters seem to have devoted their life's faith, step by step, and written a beautiful moment in the wind and rain. When the little boy got home, he fell down feebly because ...

Later, it cleared up. A phone call called the little boy to the city, and the little boy had to choose to leave, leaving with that beauty and ruthlessness, leaving him only that short moment.

Sad suona blowing the parting tune, sobbing and choking, but in this season, I feel the desolation like autumn wind.

When you left, you whispered in my ear that as long as you have immortal faith and sincere smile, spring will stay in your heart. You turn around and leave with the roar of the car. In an instant, tears bloom silently in your heart and mine. It was so beautiful that we were intoxicated and learned to face it.

Thirteen-year-old, the flower in rainy season and the rain in flower season, you saved the beauty of that moment for me with a sincere heart and set me on the road of growth. It's still raining ...

June essay: the beautiful moment of childhood 800 words childhood dream, colorful dream; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; Childhood stories pile up, just like the stars in the night sky, countless and dazzling; Like seashells by the sea, there are good and bad; Just like the sparkling waves on the shore, it is a beautiful moment in life. Now I will share the most beautiful melody with you!

That day, my mother was cooking in the kitchen and my father was watching TV in the room. I'm the only one at home who has nothing to do. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I thought of my mother washing clothes. So, I want to help my parents do something that they can. I just want to leave my little alarm clock and vacuum cleaner at home. Lightning remote control, TV remote control and other charged things, all clean, let them look brand-new and put on beautiful clothes. Then I went to the kitchen and said to my mother, "Wash, wash." Busy mother didn't care, and casually said, "Well, go and wash." Yes, I happily brought a big basin and moved everything into a room, which made me sweat and gasp. Then, I turned on the tap and put a lot of water. After filling it up, I brought soap. Let's start with the little alarm clock that wakes me up every day. First, I put some soap on the brush, dipped it in some water, and brushed the small alarm clock left and right. I also sing: "Wash, wash, wash ..." The more I wash, the more energetic I am. Later, when I was tired of washing, I stopped to think: the outside is clean and the inside should be washed. I am busy again. I picked up a small alarm clock to find a breakthrough. Soon, I found some holes around the button of the small alarm clock. I thought it should lead to a small alarm clock, so I kept pouring water. While I was working, I thought that my mother would praise me.

While I was washing vigorously, my mother stood behind me from time to time I saw her yelling at me angrily: "My little ancestor, little clown! Charged things can't be washed, or they will be broken. " I nodded, puzzled. Fortunately, my mother saved me in time, and everything else was intact, except my lovely little alarm clock, because that was the only thing that I got the most water. My father severely criticized me afterwards, but I didn't understand. I obviously wanted to help them, but why didn't my kindness return? And dad has repeatedly stressed that these things can't be washed. "Why can't these things be washed?" I muttered in grievance. My mother touched my head affectionately and said, "You will know when you grow up." I wiped my tears, waiting to grow up, waiting to understand a lot of truth.

Childhood has given me countless happiness. Childhood is a colorful picture, a blank sheet of paper, a beautiful fortune and a piece of ginkgo, which makes me memorable. ...

The beautiful memories of the disappearing 800-word spring rain floated up instantly, and the sound of rain was faint as thunder. The sound of long raindrops brought me back to the tile house in the small village-my home. The days of working are rippling in the heart of the lake, and I am looking for a little girl riding on the back of a cow; Looking for a grandfather who leads a cow; Looking for the pupil who came home from school with his schoolbag on his back; Looking for girls who chase flowers and red. . . . . . I picked a grass next to the reef of memory.

"Wow" "No, the injection hurts." I cried and waved my little hand to my mother to show my excitement and dissatisfaction. My mother is obviously helpless to me. At this time, grandpa looked serious, patted my little brain with a generous hand and said softly, "Baby, be good, I'll take you to buy candy later." I was accidentally warmed by my grandfather. . . . . .

"Grandpa, the cow's back is so wide!" "I sat on the cow's back and touched it for a while and had a good time. Grandpa turned around and said to me with a gentle smile, "honey, sit tight and don't fall down." "In the hot summer, because of my granddaughter's unreasonable request, I took the cow and walked on the field path. At this moment, looking at his back, I have tears inexplicably. . . . . .

The childish voice of "weeding at noon, sweating like rain, sowing soil" vaguely came from this school. By this time, I was already a primary school student. I am the fastest runner when I go home every day. After the familiar intersection, there will be a long-awaited figure. Grandpa, I jumped into his arms happily. "Baby, are you thirsty? Are you hungry? " I pouted and protested unhappily: "I don't call my baby, I have a name!" " But my grandfather keeps shouting "baby" every day. Perhaps, I will always be the "baby" in his heart. Recalling the moment of love, I deeply felt grandpa's love. . . . . . Chapter IV In the second year, grandpa passed away, and there was no "baby" anymore. At this time, I will run to the hillside behind, stepping on the red azaleas all over the ground, chasing beautiful flowers and beautiful red dragonflies. The gentle breeze caressed my cheek, like grandpa's hand, and evoked too many sad memories. My heart was broken and I was in tears. I recall the moment when I fell in love. I just found out that there is too much love that I didn't cherish. Grandpa died the next year, and there was no "baby" anymore. At this time, I will run to the back hillside and tread the red azaleas all over the ground to pursue beautiful flowers and beautiful red dragonflies. The breeze on my cheeks is soft and gentle, like grandpa's hand, which reminds me of too many sad memories. My heart was broken and I was in tears. . . . . . The spring rain floated again. I took my memory through the thin rain, weighed a lonely umbrella, walked alone in the rain, read the life I could and could not understand, and looked for clear and hazy happiness.

The beautiful moments of the past 600 words are familiar figures in memory; What remains unchanged is the eternal smile in the photo; What is left is that unforgettable affection; How many times have you opened your fingers and refused to leave?

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I have nothing to do. I want to recall the past by opening the photo album.

A photo fell out. This is a picture of me when I was a child.

I am really small at this time compared with me now. When I was a child, I was so cute, so naive and so carefree.

When my mother saw me staring at the photo, she came over and pointed to the photo with a smile and said, "This is a photo of you 19 months. At this time, you are the cutest and most obedient to your mother. "

Look at the photo carefully. I am combing my hair in the photo, and the arrangement of my hair is clearly visible. Open your eyes and look straight into the camera. The mouth is so cute that it pouts. Little face chubby. There is a red sweater on the upper body, and these pants are yellow wool pants.

Mom added, "This was taken in somebody else's photo studio. You clamored for me to take you to take pictures that day, so I took you. This dress was brought back from Lanzhou by my little aunt, and it was your favorite at that time. I knitted my own pants and bought you these shoes. I specially gave you a bath that day, and I just finished cutting my nails. You kept calling me' Mom, Mom' happily, and I felt so happy at that time. /kloc-When I was 0/9 months old, I thought about running when I was still unstable. You run like a little bamboo bear, wobbling. Now they are as tall as me. "

My mother remembers these details clearly, and I'm a little surprised. She always keeps my little things in mind.

In this photo, my whole body is dressed up by my mother, which is very refreshing; Now my whole body is arranged by myself, and my mother is not allowed to intervene.

Mom said that her biggest wish is that I can grow up healthily and happily. And I shouted over and over again, "Never mind!" My mother often tells me that she wants to go back to the past.

I don't want to. At that time, I could play with my mother carefree, and I could play coquetry and whisper in my mother's arms carefree

Now we can't go back, yes, we can't. Then let my mother love me as always, and let me love my mother as always. Let this photo be the most beautiful moment in our hearts and an eternal moment.

Beautiful moment 650 words summer night, in the hazy moonlight, suddenly a meteor crossed the sky, drawing a bright and dazzling light arc in the dark twilight.

In the morning, a red sun broke through the clouds from the east of the sea. In an instant, the red light was thousands of miles away and dyed the whole sky red.

"recess" opens the lock of time for you, making love free and not bound. I cried and struggled, and my heart was run over by pain. The past and the future overlap slightly. Please forgive the sweet tears of this happy moment. " Singing on campus again, I believe every student is quietly enjoying the very short "happy event".

A beautiful moment is not only a cloud you see, hear and feel, but also a gust of wind, bright eyes, a heartbeat, a flame in your inspiration and a loud noise in your mind.

When the autumn wind is bleak, the sky is lonely, and the tears in the car are one-way, so I can't bear to see it again. Unable to bear the pain of parting, I still look back deeply. At that moment, the car just disappeared between heaven and earth, which was the pain of lovesickness in a beautiful moment.

When the piano sound flying in the distant high-rise buildings faded away. The girl's sigh makes people feel pity and heartache. It is an emotional fluctuation in a beautiful moment.

When the quiet mountain stream-the road surges, suddenly a boulder stands in the water, then you will feel the passion of water, the life of mountain stream and the passionate flame of nature. This is a song of life at a beautiful moment.

Perhaps, in everyone's life, happiness, sadness, laughter and tears are only very short moments, and in the winding river of history, every moment is just an inconspicuous little spray. However, it is these countless moments and small waves that make up life and years. Too many people blindly sigh the wasted years and the passage of time, so that a beautiful moment flows in vain in the ignorant age. In fact, as long as we truly cherish every moment and leave an eternal and profound footprint on the road of life, we will spend our lives and years without regrets.

Moment is beautiful, learn to capture the beautiful moment, let the soul return to the clean sky, and let sunshine, flowers and butterflies become soul companions; Learn to find wonderful moments and let the tired soul rest in the whispers of nature and people; Learn to cherish beautiful moments, let happiness light up the primary colors, and life will bloom with colorful smiles. May we all have the happiest moment in the world. At that moment, the river stopped flowing, the earth stopped turning, and everything between heaven and earth was eternal.

Fantasy is beautiful. One day I had a strange dream and found myself in a castle, lying on a goose yellow lace bed. I woke up and saw a handsome prince squatting in front of my bed, holding my hand. I sat up slowly, and the prince looked at me and said; "Princess, are you awake?" I pretended not to understand and said, "Yes." At that time, I looked at myself and became a beautiful girl princess, with brown curly hair, watery eyes, delicate hands and fair skin, just like a fairy, just like a prince in a fairy tale, high-end, atmospheric and upscale.

He helped me into the garden. There are blue roses in the garden, which is very charming. I want to pick one, but I can't bear it, because I am afraid I will lose another beautiful one. He and I went to the hall of the palace where the king and queen were sitting. I don't know what happened. I saw them with him. Maybe they are my future family. I don't know when a little girl tugged at my skirt and shouted, "Mom! What? I have children. I can't believe it. Am I really me in my dream? Maybe not. Maybe I'm married, but I don't know yet, because I don't know the ins and outs of this story. Maybe I crossed it. I don't know what dynasty it was, but I really don't know. Maybe this is the day when I grow up.

Life with dreams must be a wonderful 650-word dream chase! Chasing dreams! Chasing dreams! Everyone has a dream. But some people will stop chasing once they find a dream ahead. Even if there is a dream ahead, I will not stop. I will try my best to turn my dream into reality.

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I like photography, like shooting all the beautiful things and people in this world; I like traveling, too. I hope I can leave my footprints everywhere-you guessed it, my dream is to travel around the world with a backpack and a SLR camera.

"Forgive me for being bohemian and loving freedom all my life." I have a wandering heart since I was a child, just like a flower that absorbs nutrients desperately.

I think of Peter. In Provence written by Mel, I personally experienced a quiet and beautiful life away from the hustle and bustle, such as the leisure of Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely", and wanted to see the beauty of a large area of lavender under the sun. I want to go to Lijiang to feel the antique and national characteristics of this healing holy land. More importantly, I want to go to Yulong Snow Mountain to see a meter of sunshine (I don't know if there is really a meter of sunshine, have you seen it on TV? Beautiful). I want to go to the grassland, lie on the grassland, feel the touch from nature, watch butterflies flutter in the air, birds sing in response to the situation, sheep bleat, shepherds drive cattle and sheep and sing enthusiastically. This must be a harmonious and beautiful natural picture. I want to go. There are many places I want to go, hoping to go for a lifetime.

For me, the significance of traveling lies in enriching life experience, national culture, relaxing body, mind and soul. "To have a world outlook, we must first look at the world" is not unreasonable. Only in the process of continuous exploration and walking can you better broaden your horizons and experience more things, different people and different lifestyles and lifestyles. Dong Qichang once said, "Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road". Only by combining reading with walking and rest can we better apply what we have learned.

People are terrible. It's not that their dreams are shattered. The most terrible thing is that they have a dream heart, but they have no heart to work hard for their dreams.

Postscript: Dear, don't be afraid, your front is just a dream, and no one can stop our passionate heart. Because we have dreams, our life is so beautiful, so go after your dreams bravely. As long as you don't give up, it will come true one day.

50 words for a better tomorrow.

Start (a disease)

For tomorrow

make joint efforts

In order to better decorate tomorrow

Start (a disease)

For tomorrow

Study together

For our better future.

straw hat

Wear it on your head

Shade the sun

Start (a disease)

For a better tomorrow.

Sweat

water flowers

we

Better tomorrow.

The beautiful Lantern Festival is 200 words. After the Spring Festival, it is the Lantern Festival. I like to eat dumplings.

After the Lantern Festival dinner, our family played cards, but we children could only watch TV. How boring! I suggest going to People's Square. Everyone agreed, and I also said that my sister would pay for the holiday today. When I walked to People's Square, I saw that the light field was full of people, and along the way, police and firefighters were preventing fires. People in the square buy fireworks and wishing lights, and my brother and I play on the trampoline. Later, when we were tired of playing, we just lay on it and watched the colorful fireworks in the sky. There are countless wishing lights in the sky, and this wonderful time is always short. Brother said, "Come down and set off fireworks." After coming down, I bought two kinds of cupolas, neither of which likes to play. It's getting late. What are people who want to go back doing around this group? Someone proposed before. Wow, I saw this scene during the holiday. Fortunately, a bunch of blue roses with peach hearts made of candles was later kissed by everyone. .........

After the wonderful Lantern Festival, people who were still full at 10 also saw the wonderful scene of proposing marriage.

A wonderful time was accompanied by my father's 500-word "bang", and the badminton game began.

I served first, and the ball crossed a beautiful arc in the air like a swallow. Fly straight to dad, only to see dad jump up unhurriedly, throw the racket up and fall heavily. The ball hit me like lightning. I was at a loss. When I realized it, the ball was safely lying at my feet and my father was in high spirits. On the other hand, I stamped my feet straight.

I lost the first game. The next game lost points again and again, and after losing one after another, I felt angry. Dad seemed to see through my mind and proudly said, "If you want to back down, don't fight." I'm even angrier. After a fierce game, I finally scored 20-20.

At the beginning of the last game, I served. Dad clenched his racket and prepared to fight. I'm going to answer blows with blows, and I started with a slam dunk. Dad picked up the racket and made a "fishing for the moon in the bottom of the water". The ball bounced gently by the racket, and several consecutive attacks just crossed the net line, but it didn't work. I calmed down and thought: if I continue to fight like this, I will not be able to support myself and be at a disadvantage. Only by outsmarting me, I found that my father always used brute force, so I made a diversion. I dare not neglect to take the ball and use it several times in a row. First of all, I confused my father. My father dunked again, and the ball flew towards me like a meteor. So I quickly stepped forward and jumped online. There was a smirk at the corner of his mouth, pretending to use a big buckle on the surface. Experienced dad quickly stepped back, only to see me gently touch the badminton with my racket. As I expected, the ball lay quietly on the court and my father was dumbfounded. I danced with a racket to celebrate my victory. I proudly said to my father, "How about losing!" Dad frowned: "Ghost Girl"

I don't care about dad. At sunset in the evening, I hummed a ditty, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset and returned home in triumph.

A beautiful moment 1 100 is composed of 60 fingers in an hour, 12 hours in a day, 365 sunrises and sunsets in a year and 100 cycles in a century, but a life is composed of countless beautiful moments. I like watching fireworks since I was a child, watching the beauty of that moment.

I saw its colorful colors when I was a child. In the deep sky, a shining heart suddenly appeared. It's like flashing a lot of stars, blinking at me and hiding naughtily. I always clamor for fireworks.

After junior high school, watching fireworks, I wonder if one day, I will make my own fireworks, which will become my name when it blooms. I continue to appreciate the beauty of fireworks.

Now I am in high school. Watching fireworks is much more complicated. I seem to see the hole in the fireworks heart. Although it has shining stars, its beauty is only a moment. With an explosion, it released all the energy of the whole body and ended its own life! I think I may be envious of fireworks, because it is only beautiful, only happy, and it has no troubles. ...

I like to stand on the platform on the twentieth floor and look at the fireworks around me. The explosion washed away my worries and the beautiful fireworks gave me comfort. Fireworks are beautiful, but they are short-lived. Does it mean that all the good things in the world are short-lived? I have always believed that I can successfully leave achievements that I can be proud of when I grow up in my study journey. However, I don't know how long and hard this process is, and it is not smooth.

Fireworks flashed in front of us again. Perhaps, a person's life is like fireworks. Overcome the difficult resistance, illuminate your way forward along the way, and bloom yourself under the guidance and encouragement of others.

Therefore, when I am depressed, I always think of fireworks-one day I will bloom myself! There are 24 hours in a day and 365 mornings in a year. There are countless beautiful moments in life, and there are more beautiful moments waiting for us to discover in the future.

An hour of good time is made up of 60 fingers, a day is made up of 12 hours, a year is made up of 365 sunrises and sunsets, a century is made up of 100 cycles, but life is made up of countless good times. I like watching fireworks since I was a child, watching the beauty of that moment. I saw its colorful colors when I was a child. In the deep sky, a shining heart suddenly appeared. It's like flashing a lot of stars, blinking at me and hiding naughtily. I always clamor for fireworks.

After junior high school, watching fireworks, I wonder if one day, I will make my own fireworks, which will become my name when it blooms. I continue to appreciate the beauty of fireworks.

Now I am in high school. Watching fireworks is much more complicated. I seem to see the hole in the fireworks heart. Although it has shining stars, its beauty is only a moment. With an explosion, it released all the energy of the whole body and ended its own life!

I think I may be envious of fireworks, because it is only beautiful, only happy, and it has no troubles. ...

I like to stand on the platform on the twentieth floor and look at the fireworks around me. The explosion washed away my worries and the beautiful fireworks gave me comfort. Fireworks are beautiful, but they are short-lived. Does it mean that all the good things in the world are short-lived? I have always believed that I can successfully leave achievements that I can be proud of when I grow up in my study journey. However, I don't know how long and hard this process is, and it is not smooth.

Fireworks flashed in front of us again. Perhaps, a person's life is like fireworks. Overcome the difficult resistance, illuminate your way forward along the way, and bloom yourself under the guidance and encouragement of others.

Therefore, when I am depressed, I always think of fireworks-one day I will bloom myself! There are 24 hours in a day and 365 mornings in a year. There are countless beautiful moments in life, and there are more beautiful moments waiting for us to discover in the future.