Composition: Beautiful....

Childhood memories left to people should always be beautiful, not only because of her innocence and carefreeness.

When I look at today’s children eating burgers at KFC, or chasing and playing on the street on roller skates, or traveling in cars accompanied by their parents, I can’t help but feel that today’s children are really happy. But I also felt like something was missing.

When my son asks me to tell him about his childhood, I am always very interested and talk endlessly. Yes, the time spent in the countryside in the 1970s has always been engraved in the depths of my memory, and the longer it lasts, the deeper it becomes!

The most unforgettable time is midsummer. The sky is clear and the sun is scorching. In every small river, you can see green water plants and fish swimming in the shallow bottom. Just after lunch, a group of "like-minded" friends gathered together, and there were two or three naked buttocks and dark bodies. Everyone was noisy and fighting all the way to the river. "Chong", "Ba Ge Ya Lu"... and then "plop" and "plop", they all jumped into the river. The small river then became a veritable "children's paradise". Eating mengzi, "catching loaches" (a kind of game), competing with who can hold their breath longer, competing with who can catch more aquatic plants, catching small shrimps and eating them after peeling off their shells, because it is said that eating raw shrimps can swim. A few brave ones climbed onto the willow trees by the river and jumped into the river with strange screams of "ah" and "ah", splashing white waves. When he was thirsty, he swam to the clear water in the middle of the river and took a few sips. I'm hungry, what should I do? There were watermelons growing across the cotton field not far away on the other side. Two slightly older cats hid in the cotton field with their waists bent. After scouting for a while, they rushed in, grabbed two of them and ran away. The melon watchers who were taking a nap were completely unaware. I don’t know. So all of them blinked with their eyes reddened by the river water, and returned to the court triumphantly holding watermelons. Although the melon is only six ripe, it tastes very sweet!

Also, climb up to a mulberry tree, choose a branch, sit on it, and enjoy the mulberry fruit, sour and sweet, until your mouth is full of black and purple, and you can taste it. After burping, he got off the tree and left with the adults discreetly shouting at him. Or, with a ball of pasta and a bag full of cicadas, go home and ask your mother to fry them in oil. It is simply the most beautiful food in the world! Leave only the loud ones and let us enjoy Xia's sonata. Sometimes, I would play hide-and-seek in the rapeseed field and breathe in the refreshing fragrance of flowers. I would go home in the evening with a head full of pollen but I didn’t even know it. What’s even more fun is watching an outdoor movie at night. People from more than ten miles away came. In the front are children sitting on the ground; in the middle are adults, sitting on stools; in the back are young people standing on stools; the haystacks and trees on both sides are also full of people. There is also a small stall selling melon seeds and peanuts in the distance. Those who joke, chase, and hawk are noisy but orderly. Overhead is a sky full of stars. The perfect integration of man and nature makes it feel so comfortable, peaceful and harmonious.

This kind of childhood is very enviable, right? Every time I talk about this, my son's eyes light up and he sighs. Maybe in his mind, there will be birds flying in the sky, fish roaming in the water, or cicadas singing happily on the branches...

Answer: ㄡ evil☆ Magic - Magician Level 4 3-21 10:56

The hourglass of time flows quietly bit by bit, and the traces of time are painted in detail, stroke by stroke. Beautiful memories can bring us a lot of warmth and touch.

That day, I was bored at home, so I picked up a book and came across an article called "Kiss the Little Witch". This article opened the lock of my soul. Let go of those long-lasting beautiful memories.

The article tells the story of a little girl who firmly believes that there are witches in the world and stubbornly believes that she is a witch. Before going to school, she had been living happily in a simple world of witches. However, as she grew up, in order to pass the key schools, she had to do a lot of exercises and attend various cram schools, and her world of witches was shattered.

How I look like the little girl in the story. I think I am a little witch. My mother said that when I was a child, I was very generous and quiet. I had a light smile and was not as heartless as Sister Azhen next door. How did she know that I did this to maintain the nobility and mystery of the witch?

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, one morning when I arrived at the school gate, a classmate forgot to wear a red scarf and was stopped by the student on duty. He was running around in a hurry. This was my little witch who used magic. How can you miss this great opportunity? The classmate saw me and hurried over: "Little witch, I forgot to wear a red scarf!" "Don't worry, close your eyes, I will use magic to take your red scarf from home." I pretended to recite the spell: "Porphy porphyrin, red scarf, show up!" When the classmate opened his eyes, a red scarf appeared in front of him. In fact, I often put some commonly used things in my schoolbag and "change" them for anyone who needs them. At that time, I thought that I needed to continue practicing before I could truly become a magician. But as I grew older, my world of witches disappeared.

Recalling that wonderful time, I was so childish and innocent. I was bathed in the sunshine of happiness every day, and I used my "magic" to help my classmates, and I felt extremely happy. I really hope my witch world will still shine.

Everyone may have good memories. Of course, I am no exception.

It was an early summer evening, and I was walking alone on a quiet path, aimlessly. Suddenly, a little boy attracted my attention. He looks very black, like a lump of coal. Seeing him looking around, curiosity drove me to take a look.

"Little brother, what are you looking for? Brother, help you!"

"My keys disappeared in the blink of an eye. My parents are about to get off work, and I have to go back. Cooking!" As he spoke, two big tears fell down.

Suddenly, I suddenly remembered something and ran back quickly. "That's it!" I came to him panting.

"That's right, thank you, big brother. My name is Xiaohu. Come and sit at my house."

Before I could recover, he had already dragged me to his house. Went.

"Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?" I asked humorously.

"No, big brother, you are such a good person, how can you be a bad person?"

Seeing his affirmative expression, I couldn't help but feel ashamed, "Your key, I kicked him to the river." I said hesitantly.

"My dad said, if you can only correct your mistakes, you are a good kid!"...

That's how we got to know each other.

In this way, we became best friends.

Later, we often played together.

However, I was short-lived. After being together for a month, he said that he would move back to his hometown again.

Just like that, we never met again.

I remember when parting, he said: "Brother, we will meet again, right?"

"Yes, we will definitely."

Although we We never met again, but our friendship did not end. I learned a lot during the month I spent with him. That is the best memory in my life. To this day, I still remember it fresh. The years are like songs, and the six years of primary school life are like the clouds of yesterday, so beautiful; like a cup of light bitter melon juice - after all the hardships, the joy comes...

My teachers, my classmates, my classroom, my desk, It’s unforgettable for me: they were the ones who accompanied me through the six years of elementary school. Regardless of the ups and downs in the past six years, or the affectionate farewell to my classmates on graduation day, when I walked out of the school, my legs felt like they were filled with lead: Goodbye, alma mater!

The tug-of-war competition in the sixth grade allowed me to appreciate the true meaning of the relationship between teachers and students, the most sincere love between teachers and students. Everything in the past has not diluted my memory. I remember that day clearly - December 5th. I just walked into the classroom and was greeted by a warm atmosphere. Four words were written on the blackboard: Unity. The students' cheeks were all like tomatoes - their blood was boiling. I understood that all this was caused by the teacher's "fanning the flames" - encouragement. When the announcement was announced to go to the playground, there was a "swipe" sound and everyone got up and ran to the playground. Then the first game was the long-awaited tug-of-war match for our girls' team.

We feel an indescribable excitement in our hearts. Everyone stared at the glittering certificate. The teacher's expectations for us have become the motivation in our hearts, and we are eager to get first place. "Hush -" the whistle sounded, we were ready, everyone blushed and tried their best. At the same time, the teacher cheered us loudly, and the classmates in Class 605 also kept cheering Give us a cheer. Rope, rope, you have to give us a voice! Teachers and students screamed at the top of their lungs, we must win! It’s true that “the emperor and heaven pays off his conscientious people”! We finally won the first one. The next game was also the most important one. The game became more and more intense. When we were about to win, the referee actually gave us a foul. We were speechless, but in the following competition, we finally won the first place with practical actions, and thousands of words turned into tears that overflowed from our eyes.

Thinking of the unforgettable six years of primary school life, I couldn’t help but ask my former teachers and classmates; how are you?

"Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by" My primary school life is coming to an end in a blink of an eye. Looking back on my unforgettable primary school life, I really feel nostalgic. Many things happened in my primary school life. , they are like shells. Some are dazzling, and some are dark.

I am about to leave my spacious and bright classroom; I am about to leave the picturesque campus; I am about to leave the day and night together. Teachers and classmates, all kinds of unforgettable emotions inevitably arise in my heart. Because during these six years, that person and that incident left indelible memories for me.

Let me remember the unforgettable trip to Zhongshan City during the winter vacation of fifth grade. That time, we went to Hong Kong with a tour group without the company of our parents and teachers. Originally we were going to relax happily, but because of a trivial matter, I got into a fight with my classmates.

What happened is this: at first, two classmates in our class were quarreling, and then another classmate and I went to break up the quarrel, but the persuasion turned into a quarrel between the two of us, and then the two of us started arguing because of In anger, we started fighting. In the end, "both sides were injured and covered with bruises." We each returned to our own rooms. During the next few days of playing, this incident affected both of our moods. Later, we thought about it carefully, why bother? It's really not worth fighting over such a trivial matter, and it was the friendship between our classmates that made us apologize to each other and admit our mistakes.

When we quarrel impulsively over a trivial matter, it is because we are immature. Later, we reconciled as before, because we both have a tolerant heart and can tolerate each other's shortcomings. This incident is unforgettable for me. It taught me how to get along with others and how to cherish that friendship.

Primary school life is unforgettable, and everything primary school life has taught me is unforgettable.