500-word essay on memories left in photos

When I talk about memories, I only think about my childhood. Perhaps, for those of us who have not graduated yet, only our childhood is beautiful. In the first, second and third grade of junior high school, we almost lived a gray life, leaving only gray memories. However, gray is also beautiful, because in it, we have tasted all the ups and downs, which is also a kind of happiness.

In my heart, the best memory is the third grade of junior high school. In that year, and only in that year, I understood what motherhood is, what maternal love is, and what happiness is.

That year, I went to self-study at night because I was afraid of my mother’s nagging and my father’s scolding. Only school was my safe haven, where I had the best and best playmates, the best and the best. Good teacher, even though I don’t have the best meals, I’m still very happy!

Our home is far away from the school. Because I finished my evening self-study very late, my mother had to come from far away to pick me up. At that time, there were no cars at home, so my mother had to ride a bicycle. The old bicycle came and I couldn't walk a few steps even with all my strength. I talked and laughed with my classmates every day until I reached the door, but my mother never came. When my mother came, the war between me and her It started here, and the person who started this war was me, the anxious and scared little girl.

No one knows how powerful my mother is. One of my words is enough to stab someone, let alone together. But my mother didn’t say a word, and when my spit was flying all over the sky. At that time, she only said: "It's very late, go home!" And at this time, hearing this sentence, I actually had an urge to cry. Maybe, at this time, I understood maternal love!

From now on, I no longer asked my mother to pick me up. Instead, I panicked and told my mother that it would be safe to have someone with me along the way. Although my mother always wanted to pick me up, I still refused! In fact, I was the only one along the way, but I was not afraid. For my mother, just like McDull Pig, since he could learn to grab buns for his mother, why couldn't I go home alone? Mom was really tired, and the old bicycle could no longer be ridden.

In this way, my mother no longer picks me up, but cooks me a delicious dish every day after I come home, and then says to me: "Jiejie, you are tired! Come on, my mother specially Eat more of the food I bought for you at the mall. The food at school is not good. You must not be full!" Then, my mother put food into my bowl, probably to make up for the loss of not being able to pick me up at school! , but she didn’t know that I didn’t let her pick me up at school so that she didn’t have to ride that old bicycle. However, she went to the mall again, and that place was also far away!

But at this moment, my heart felt sweet, because I have such a good mother. At this moment, I said to myself: "This is your best memory, remember, Without this memory your brain will be completely destroyed forever and ever!