Precious memory (composition) model essay

People have many memories in this life. However, those memories full of the greatest family love and those memories that make people happy are the most precious. Because love is eternal, happiness is short-lived and disappears in a blink of an eye, and what makes people memorable is the memories of family love. This memory of love will be remembered most when people encounter setbacks, losses and sadness. So it is the most precious and meaningful.

I remember it was when I was in junior high school. It was a Friday night in the winter of 1993, and the weather was very cold. I rode my bike home with some classmates. The cold wind blew "whirring", making my ears ache, and making my fingers cold and painful. We are discussing the final exam. As he spoke, the classmate riding on the right suddenly pointed to the road on the left and said, "Xiaoying, look, your grandfather is standing there." So I looked to the left and saw my grandfather standing alone at the fork of the road, leaning against the lamp post on the side of the road, and the dim light shone on him. Grandpa's slightly hunched back, coupled with his pale face, looks very old and haggard. I quickly rode over and asked him why he stood here alone in such a cold day. He said, he came to see me. I rode home alone. It was a long journey and I was not at ease. According to grandpa, he has been standing here for two hours just to wait for me to see me. And those days were when grandpa was ill, because I was in the final exam, so I stepped up my time to review at home and only went to see grandpa once. Listen to dad, grandpa just has a cold. So I didn't take it seriously. I thought my grandfather was in poor health, so I asked him out of concern: "Why are you still standing here in poor health, not afraid of catching cold?" Grandpa said, "I just want to see you and worry about you." I still rushed to him and said, "Go back quickly. What if you catch a cold?" Grandpa reluctantly turned away without saying a word. Looking at Grandpa's hunched, shaky, deep-footed and shallow-footed hard walk. Suddenly, I felt a little regret in my heart, and my tone was a little too heavy. So I quickly said, "Go slowly and be careful on the road." Grandpa didn't look back: "Yo." I looked at the tired, fading back under the dim street light, and didn't ride home with my classmates until I turned the corner and disappeared in my eyes. On the way, I couldn't listen to what my classmates said. At this time, my heart is like a smashed five-flavor bottle, and I am uneasy: I have never stood on the side of the road like this before, and I didn't agree to wait for my school in advance. Why is it? A strange sense of foreboding suddenly came out. I try to avoid thinking about it ...

The next morning, my parents and I went to visit my grandfather. Due to the deterioration of grandpa's condition, parents decided to send grandpa to hospital. Grandpa, who used to be afraid of going to the hospital, sat on the tricycle very cooperatively. I stood there at my wits' end, watching my grandfather's figure on a tricycle, twisted into a ball because of pain. My heart is sour, and the ominous feeling comes out again.

I spent the whole morning in fear and trembling. I ate a little at noon, sitting and waiting for my parents to come back. Finally, my mother came back and saw her red and swollen eyes. I guessed what the score was. So I asked grandpa in a hurry which hospital he was in, and rode away crazily. On the way, thinking about grandpa's kind face, amiable smile and gentle voice, my tears kept falling. When I whimpered into the ward, I saw my father and aunt sitting in front of Grandpa's hospital bed crying, holding Grandpa's hand and calling him, while Grandpa was lying on the hospital bed with an oxygen tube in his nose, his eyes closed and his mouth wide open. The pale face looked lifeless. My aunt cried to grandpa in a shaky way, "What do you have to say when the child comes? Don't go so fast!" " I know that my worries have finally come true, and I finally can't hold back my feelings and can't help crying. At this moment, great sorrow hangs over me, and the greatest pain in the world is the departure of relatives. When I was young, I used to sit on my grandfather's shoulder, play around and even buy food. Grandpa often picks me up from kindergarten. When I grow up, whenever I get angry with unhappy things, Grandpa always comes to comfort me patiently. He always cares for me so carefully that I feel warm and kind love. Thinking of all this, I threw myself on my grandfather's cold body and cried for him, hoping to wake him up. However, grandpa left me forever. I will never feel the warmth of my grandfather's hand when he touched my head, and I will never feel his kind and meticulous family love again. What remains in my memory is the precious and indelible brand of love. Suddenly, amid the vague tears, I saw a string of tears rolling down grandpa's right corner of his eye, which may be his last response; It is a feeling for him to finish this long and difficult life; It's also a great nostalgia and regret for the world ...

In the future, whenever I feel lost, when I encounter a wall, frustration and resistance on the road of life, I will always pick up the most precious and lost memory of love and slowly relive it. When I am lonely and hopeless, those trivial warm memories will rekindle my fighting spirit and cheer me up again. Inspire me to move forward and challenge the difficulties in my life.

Although I can never repay my grandfather's love, those precious memories have made me know how to cherish the love I have now and how to care for it. Because I know that only by knowing it, cherishing it, enjoying it and protecting it can we leave no regrets and have more precious and perfect memories in the future. Life is short, only the memory of love is long and eternal.