Beautiful landscape composition in memory

In my memory, the horizon is like a burning sunset, with shoulder-length short hair dancing gently in the warm wind, pink smiling faces and lilacs of transparent colors. Those fragments that have been pieced together are the most dazzling scenery in the depths of memory.

When I was a child, there was a flower bed behind the house, and lilacs were planted in the one-meter-high flower bed. When the flowers bloom, the faint fragrance diffuses in the wind. I always climb the tall flower bed with Angel and play in the flower bed, even if there are bad or dirty clothes hanging on the overgrown branches, I don't care. Naive, we always write our wishes on paper and bury them under the tree. When the flowers bloom next year, they will bloom with those light to transparent flowers. We will say, "I wish I had a full jar of candy", "I wish I was as happy as Snow White" and "I wish I had a new teddy bear". Then gently pick a lilac, take it home and put it in a bottle full of water, quietly revealing its fragrance. Put the bottle in a sunny corner and giggle.

When it rains, we will sneak out of the house and run to the flower bed, climb the high flower bed on bricks and catch snails in the rain. Once, Angel and I secretly went to catch snails and bent down to look for snails in lilacs. Although there are many snails in rainy days, it is not easy to find them. However, we are still interested, and it seems that two biologists are serious. Finally, after searching for a few hours, we returned with a full load. Find a secluded place and count the snails you catch over and over again, more than anyone else. But when I get home, my mother's nagging is inevitable, but I will still be very happy. Angel will also raise a pink smiling face, which is dazzling.

Angel's home is far from mine. She was my playmate when I was a child, and only came to visit me occasionally. Later, she went to other places and lost contact when she grew up. I only remember Angel as a child. She has short shawl hair and always dances in the wind. When she left, we cried and said, "No one should forget anyone."

Jing M.Guo said: "People who never forget are forgotten in the days when they never forget." Perhaps, we are just passers-by in each other's lives, but passerby is a word destined to be sad. However, those dazzling memories are always warm colors, and the most beautiful scenery in memory will never fade, forever.

2. Scenery in memory

Countless landscapes in life float before our eyes. There are many ups and downs in memory, some are fleeting like dreams, and some are lingering like shadows.

I still remember enjoying the cool scenery with my family in the yard under the trees in the sultry summer, sowing with my grandfather in the sunny early spring, climbing fruit trees with my friends in the cool autumn, and having a snowball fight with my classmates in the open space in the snowy winter. I still remember ...

Think of many memories about the scenery.

Walking in the gallery of memories, enjoying the scenery in the painting, recalling the stories in the painting, and recalling the stories behind the different scenery in each memory. Suddenly a picture appeared in front of me. After seeing that photo, my eyes were swallowed up by tears.

The picture is fixed around an old-fashioned earthen stove. One person cooks in front of the pot, and the other makes a fire behind the stove. That one is my grandmother and the other is my grandfather. We are eighty or ninety years old, but every time we hear that we are coming back, we will arrange a good table. Although those are just simple meals, I think they are the most delicious.

In a foreign land, we can only go back to our hometown with our parents several times a year to see our grandparents. Every time we go home, we always see their cheerful smiles on their lips, wearing sweaty clothes in the kitchen, sweating on their foreheads, but their hands are still very busy. When we left, they had tears in their eyes and a knowing smile on their lips.

I think maybe it's because of my deep love that I put up with tears and smiled and sent us away. ...

There is still a tree waiting quietly in the picture. I heard my mother say that the fruit tree existed when she was young, and I remember that fruit tree. My mother also said that when I was a child, I always climbed the fruit trees to pick fruits to eat, and I always cried and clamored for my grandmother to tell stories to me. The fruit trees were also dedicated to us, giving us happiness and a place to enjoy the cool.

Time flies, countless spring, summer, autumn and winter are repeating.

Another autumn, the fruit trees in front of grandma's house have fallen. Fortunately, I saw the flowers that opened in spring and the beauty it left us for the last time. Autumn wind mercilessly blew its last few leaves into the embrace of the earth. When I saw this, I thought it would never blossom, bear fruit or shed leaves in the coming year, but would only wither slowly. My heart can't help but feel cold and want to cry, but there are no tears.

I won't be too sad, because they will be the most beautiful and warm scenery in my memory. Maybe one day I will feel deja vu when I see similar scenery. ...

I tried to connect the scenery in my memory with my hair and found that life is like a play. Everyone has his own role, his own wonderful scenery and the unique scenery in his memory.

3. Scenery in memory

That swing has been empty for a long time since you left. Many windy nights, I sat on it alone, my feet drawing circles on the ground. Missing you can't be suppressed, and it seems impossible to erase. Maybe this is missing.

I remember the first time I saw you in kindergarten, when I was playing with mud. Aunt brought you here. At that time, your eyes were big and your skin was very white, which was very pleasing. I didn't care if I was dirty, so I ran over and took your hand and asked if you wanted to play together. You look very happy to make friends so soon and get along with me soon. I asked you what your name was, and you smiled and said, My name is Huahua. A few days later, because you lost weight, Xiao Pang of the big class always stole your BearBiscuit. At that time, I had a chivalrous heart standing in front of you at an early age. "I won't let you bully Huahua" and then I became one with Xiao Pang. After I punched and kicked, Xiao Pang went to his aunt in tears. I was badly hurt, and two shiny liquids ran down my nostrils. Watching you cry, I patted you on the shoulder and said nothing. Then you dragged me to the swing and gave me BearBiscuit, who I didn't take away, to help me push the swing. The afterglow of the sunset shines on our smiling faces, and our laughter echoes in this dark sky for a long time. Later, we went to the same primary school and the same middle school. We go to school together, eat together, study together, leave school together, be happy together, be sad together and have a good time together.

All good things must come to an end. You have to move out for family reasons. I hate being separated from it. You said we would meet again in nine years. Then you smile with tears and disappear into the corner.

Two years have passed, and the person I miss, I wonder if you still remember your original promise. It will always be sunny and the moon will always be bright. One day, we will get together again. I hope we can swing together and eat BearBiscuit together. You will always be the most beautiful scenery in my memory.