Warm memory composition 1400 words

That spring, I bid farewell to my family and went to a creative training class organized by a college of arts and sciences in Beijing. For the first time in my life, I am far away from my hometown, and the uncontrollable excitement and sadness of being far away from my hometown and family are intertwined in my heart. When the northbound train began to rumble, I looked at the platform with tears in my eyes, holding the innocent child in one hand and the young wife in the other to say goodbye to me, and tears flowed involuntarily.

In Beijing, 100 many students from all over the country were arranged in two residences, one at school and the other at a nearby hostel. After the brief opening ceremony, I entered normal study. Teachers are unfamiliar faces, students are unfamiliar faces, and new courses and new ideas are unheard of. The circulation of dormitory, classroom and canteen is monotonous and full of freshness. But soon, I miss my hometown like a wanderer.

At that time, I often couldn't help going to the fields in the suburbs alone, breathing the moist and sweet smell from the wheat fields in spring. The fresh smell of the soil became a long line between me and my hometown. I feel as if I have returned to my hometown and stood in my own wheat field. In my dream, I slept on my own heatable adobe sleeping platform.

One night, brother Chen Si, an Anhui classmate in the same dormitory, saw my thoughts and said, "Old Man, why don't we go to the hotel to find a fellow villager so as not to be bored." I went with him.

Most of them are girls here, and the environment is quiet. We have questioned students in Hebei, but there really are! We politely went to a girl's dormitory and explained the reason. That fellow from Hebei got up and staggered towards me. Please sit down and pour tea. His attitude is very warm, and I feel warm in my heart. I realized that people sometimes don't need to hide themselves too much. This Hebei student is a native of Handan, surnamed Zhang, and a famous poetess in Handan. She is older than me, so I naturally call her Sister Zhang. We talked for a while, and suddenly she asked me, "Have you eaten?" Chen Sige first replied, "I'm homesick these two days, but can I still eat?" I was speechless and smiled, which was the default. Jason said with a little surprise and worry, "Really? Then I'll make you something to eat. Very simple. " I can't refuse, she has already said it, and she has done it quickly. In the blink of an eye, a bowl of dried noodles has been prepared, with two eggs, some laver leaves and some shrimp skins. There is elegant rice fragrance floating in the room, and suddenly I feel at home. Brother Chen Si said: "Look, you are a fellow villager after all, and you have received special treatment!" "Sister Zhang said," If you are homesick, I'll make you a bowl right away. Brother Chen Si said quickly, "I dare not disturb you today. Let's take a rain check. " Everyone in the room laughed.

Since then, we often go to Jason's dormitory to talk about literature, life, family and friendship ... Gradually, my homesickness has been diluted, and this seems to be my home.

Sister Zhang has a disabled foot, so she often needs someone to take care of her when traveling or shopping. My brother Chen Sihe, I will take this responsibility. Sister Zhang and everyone in the dormitory said, "You two are Sister Zhang's personal guards." We are noncommittal. Sister Zhang treats people warmly and thoughtfully, which makes everyone who knows her have a sincere admiration.

During training, I suddenly remembered that today is my birthday, and I accidentally leaked the news in the dormitory. On that day, I felt that Jason and others were very busy. When they met, they just smiled at me and rarely answered me. In the evening, they called me to their dormitory. I thought I was going to travel or go shopping again, but when I got there, I was surprised: a table full of dishes with different characteristics, a few red candles lit in the middle, a girl's sweet voice singing "Happy birthday to you …" in the pocket recorder, and several people in the dormitory clapped their hands happily. I understood at once. My eyes were wet and I said, "Sister Zhang, what are you ..." Sister Zhang said, "Your brother Chen told you." Chen Si, the elder brother, laughed aside. This night, we chatted, ate and sang, and everyone was very happy. I think this night is the best and warmest one during my stay in Beijing.

In a blink of an eye, Jason and I have been apart for some years, and during this period, we have also written many greetings. She has written several long letters. Since then, I have studied again, and there are fewer letters, so that I have lost the news. But I often think back to those days and miss them very much. How many starry nights, I asked Jason in the direction of the city: Jason, how are you now? I wish you all the best.

Sister Zhang, have a safe trip!