Beautiful memory composition 400 words

The footsteps of the years keep walking and are fleeting. In a blink of an eye, I have spent more than a dozen spring, summer, autumn and winter, but the memories of each season are unique, unique and eternal.

Spring, the spring I remember is flying kites in the field. Running on soft soil, with a spool in one hand and a kite in the other, we should compete with our friends who can fly highest. Don't mention how happy you are to watch your kite fly high into the sky! I cheered. Kites, large and small, are more colorful against the blue sky and sunshine in spring.

Summer, the summer I remember is swimming in the sea. That summer vacation, I came to the seaside. Although it is swimming, it is just playing in the sea with a lifebuoy. It's so comfortable to bask in the sun and soak in the sea! When a wave came, I was pushed to the shore by the wave, and then I played with sand on the beach on the shore and made a sandcastle. ...

Autumn, the autumn I remember is collecting leaves in the Woods. Autumn wind blows and leaves fall, so the ground is covered with a golden carpet, which is thick and soft. Those leaves are all yellow, their veins are faintly visible, some are straight, some are curved, some are thick, some are thin ... I also realize that human life is the same.

In winter, the winter I remember is having a snowball fight and making a snowman with my friends in the snow. We patiently made a fat and lifelike snowman, which looks so cute! Suddenly, a snowball hit me. I don't know who broke the snowman I just made. As a result, a "battle" began-sudden time, screams and laughter intertwined, and the shuttled snowballs and chasing figures formed a "frolic picture in the snow." Although it is cold, we are very hot. ...

The footsteps of the years keep walking and are fleeting. My childhood memories are so beautiful! ~ Like a ship carrying my dreams, roaming through the years. At this time, Bing Xin's sentence "Childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the real world, and the tearful smile when recalling. " Always ringing in my ears ...