20 14, those warm memories wrote 800 words.

I think memory is the most important thing in our life. Maybe some will make people feel warm and warm, but some will also make people feel bitter, but it is these memories that have made our colorful lives.

For me, the warmest memory is the memory of being with my grandmother. When I was a child, I felt that the most warm and happy thing for me was the Chinese New Year, because at that time, every household was decorated with lights and the whole family got together. What a happy moment it was. At that time, my grandmother always took me outside to watch the excitement, but my mind was not in the lively atmosphere, but quietly enjoying the time alone with my grandmother. Grandma's old hand tightly holding my tender hand walking in the crowd, I quietly feel the happiness brought by grandma's warm hand. Time seems to have stopped at that moment ...

Summer nights are so peaceful. Grandma and I sat under the old pagoda tree in the yard. Grandma gave me a fan in her hand, while I looked up at the stars in the sky and asked innocently, Grandma, do you think there are any stars missing in the sky? What are they doing up there? Grandma looked at me and burst out laughing. I went to see my grandmother with a puzzled face. Tired of watching, I leaned on my grandmother's shoulder, listened to her childhood stories quietly, and fell asleep unconsciously. I cherish this memory like a treasure until now, because that moment brought me too much warmth.

Maybe some will make people feel warm, and there will be some unpleasant memories. I will cherish it forever, because it is the witness of my growth and the most precious thing in my life!

Chapter two: those warm memories

Open the photo album of memory, wipe off a little dust, and a warm picture comes into view. ...

Those warm songs

Ben and his classmates made an appointment to go to school together, but they left first. I can't help feeling wronged and dissatisfied: Hum, I won't talk to you anymore! Helpless, I had to go to school alone and pass by a video store. There is a public service advertisement on the TV in the store, singing: The world is so big, as long as there is love in your heart ... In an instant, time lingers, stop and listen, and warm lyrics slowly flow into your heart, washing away your dissatisfaction and resentment. Suddenly, my heart suddenly opened up, my mood was as transparent as the sun, and the sun shone obliquely on me. ...

Those warm people

The school held a sports meeting, and I was not good at sports, so I had to move a bench and sit there, enjoying the sunshine bath alone and intoxicated. Hey! Think about what? Little d interrupted my thoughts, sat next to me with a lot of snacks and handed me a piece of milk chocolate: just bought it! To tell you the truth, it tastes really good-try it! Slowly tear off the package and put it in your mouth. Suddenly, a soft thing was absorbed by the taste buds, sweet and happy. Look up, little d is looking up at the sky, thank you! Speak softly. Little d turned his head and smiled: needless to say, thank you! Watching, little D is covered with sunshine, and his mood is full of sunshine. ...

Those warm memories

The mountain behind my grandmother's house was also my favorite place when I was a child. When the fruit on the mountain is ripe, I always like to invite a few friends to pick it and eat it together. At that time, we never noticed that the fruits on the mountain complained by adults might be unsanitary. Don't take it off and eat it. We always sneak into the mountains when adults are not looking and pick unwashed fruits. Of course, we won't forget to bring a big bag. We always put the picked fruit in our big pockets and share it in a clearing. We still remember that we were always used to laughing and rolling on the grass. We always rush home at sunset, facing dirty clothes, so we have to listen to the scolding of our elders ... think carefully, how happy we were at that time!

Is it also very happy to close the photo album and immerse yourself in such sweet memories?

In fact, it is these happy fragments that embellish our happy life. We should cherish the warmth we have and keep it in mind. Because happiness is not a place, but a direction and a state of mind.

Chapter 3: Those warm memories.

It is winter again, and the snow has covered the steps with a thin layer of clothes. The cold snow falls on the window, and the hot water in the cup emits warm smoke, as if it was a lifetime ago.

It's like going back to the winter in my hometown four years ago. In winter there, people have to put on thick cotton-padded jackets and hide at home to keep warm. I still remember a pair of warm little hands holding my cold hands in a trance.

Grandma made a charcoal fire, and my brother and I sat in chairs and warmed ourselves by the fire. This year's winter seems particularly cold, cold to the heart. I have a bad feeling.

The younger brother put his face almost on the window, covered his mouth and gave a small sigh: Sister, how beautiful!

Yes, snow is so beautiful and white. How did it happen?

I smiled and severely ravaged my brother's white face, and then rubbed his messy soft hair. The younger brother pouted indignantly and dared not complain. He turned his head and continued to look at the snowflake. I laughed with my pillow in my arms, and then I found that my brother quietly reached out and squeezed my hand, and then quickly took it back like a guilty conscience. I glanced at him, then pretended not to see it, just biting my lip and laughing. Shy or something, too funny!

It's getting a little dark, I can't see clearly. My brother was silent, too. Maybe he was tired from playing, and he also fell asleep in his chair.

Knock, knock, knock, the door suddenly rang eagerly, mixed with chaotic footsteps.

I opened my eyes and opened the door. Uncle Zhang is as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. He caught me when he saw me. Please, something happened to your father!

It was not until my brother put on his cotton-padded jacket that I reacted and went with Zhang Shu, who led the way in front. The lights in front of me are flashing and the cold is coming, which makes me shudder.

I saw it from a distance, and my father's face was wrapped in gauze, and blood was faintly oozing. I took one and reached my forehead. My brain went blank for a moment, and then, there was a warm touch coming from my hand. I slightly one leng, bent down to hug my brother. My brother wears gloves and exhales a warm current. The white fog rises and disappears, and the sadness around my heart disappears.

Sister, what's the matter? My brother looked at me, his dark eyes were full of incomprehension, just like his people, like a ray of sunshine, warm and bright.

This winter, it seems not so cold.

I remember my brother had two dimples when he smiled, and his long eyelashes were flickering, sly and naughty.

I still remember the warmth of that winter.

Time goes by little by little, but the villain in my memory becomes clearer and clearer, reflecting the bright smiling face of dimples.

In the afternoon, the sun broke through the window and melted the cold snow.

The exhaled heat gradually faded, and spring came.

Chapter four: those warm memories

Time flies, time flies quietly, but I can't get rid of my feelings for my teacher, and warm memories come to my mind. ...

From kindergarten, I knew that the word teacher would come into my life forever. It is said that children have a good memory, but I am so stupid. The teacher asked me to answer one plus one, and I always looked at her doubtfully. So she sighed in distress situation and told me n+ 1 times. When we hid behind the curtains and played with guns made of building blocks, the teacher picked up the curtains we pulled down, but the angry words could not hide the gentle smile in his eyes. So that my only dream at that time was to be a kindergarten teacher, lead a group of children to throw handkerchiefs and bring them a wonderful childhood like mine.

I went to primary school and left the warm arms of my parents. Yesterday, I was a delicate child in kindergarten. Today, I am a primary school student and have my own schoolbag. Fortunately, the teacher is still so kind and always smiles sweetly. I vaguely remember that when I ran to ask questions, the teacher hugged me happily and gently asked my forehead; When she held my hand and taught me to write, it was so warm that even the pencil that shook during the day became smart and calm. When I was in the sixth grade, the day of parting was coming, and I often heard the teacher sigh alone: these wild children have grown up, and they no longer have to wait in line for me to tie my scarf after school every day. You all graduated. When you meet me in the street, don't you act like strangers? The students were silent, but we all shouted in our hearts: Miss Chen is our best teacher! Even if I forget where I live, I won't forget you!

Then we took the time cable car and headed for a higher mountain top. Life in grade three is miserable, and I can't stop worrying under the sharp eyes of the teacher every day. But now the class teacher like a tigress is not like this in the second day of junior high school. When the weather is fine, she will generously give us a lesson on physical education class, and sometimes she will come down in person to teach us how to play volleyball. Her skills are so good that even sports talents are ashamed; I remember that tug-of-war, watching the red rope move to the opposite side, she jumped up in a hurry, grabbed the referee's megaphone and shouted for refueling, which made us want to cover our ears, but lost. In the third grade, in the face of those stubborn poor students, I always roared loudly and stamped my feet hard, and the sound was as loud as the sky. Lou moved to the corner after work, probably because she was forced. But whether she is gentle or irritable, I still like you, which makes no sense.

Of course, the most impressive thing is the class teacher. She is Korean and came to teach us English before learning Chinese. We are not fuel-efficient lamps, and we are always confused by her tone. Before leaving, she bought us jelly and beef jerky, which moved us to tears.

The waves swept across the soft coastline and soaked the warm beach of memory, adding a harmonious tone to it. Teachers' smiles will always be unbeaten flowers in my memory.

Chapter 5: Those warm memories.

Some memories are happy; Some memories are painful; Some memories are happy; Some memories are sad, but I have a warm memory.

Last winter vacation, a tall advertising umbrella was erected on the roadside of our community. At the foot of the mountain, there is now a food stall selling rice balls. The stall owner is a middle-aged woman, with an ugly face and simple clothes. When playing in the community, I often pass by the big umbrella, and sometimes I don't bother to look at it and leave it behind. However, this time, I stared for a long time.

One morning, I overslept, thinking about going to a friend's house to play today, and hurried out with the pocket money prepared by my mother. It's so cold outside that the cold wind swished into my sleeve. I quickly clenched my cuffs and ran to the side of the road with a big umbrella. Under the big umbrella, it was crowded and steaming, filled with sweet taste. Aunt stall owner is busy with her hands and feet, while warmly greeting customers.

Aunt, buy a sweet rice ball. Aunt nodded, skillfully grabbed a pearl-like glutinous rice, put it on white plastic paper, and then evenly sprinkled black sesame seeds and a spoonful of sugar. Then, the aunt put her hands together and rubbed them back and forth. In the blink of an eye, an attractive rice ball is ready.

I licked my lips and quickly paid for it. Unexpectedly, the money seems to have evaporated and the pocket is empty. I was in a hurry. I searched my small bag, but there was no trace of a penny. What bad luck I must have lost it on the way. what can I do? I looked embarrassed and at a loss. Don't worry, little girl, this rice ball is for you. Aunt smiled and handed me the rice ball. How can this work? Aunt, I won't buy it. I waved helplessly and turned to leave. What, ungrateful? I see you pass by here almost every day. We are old friends. What does it matter if we are rice balls? Aunt giggled and her eyes shone with warm light. She won't let me talk. She pushed the rice ball straight into my hand and I accepted it shyly.

The cold wind is rustling, but I feel warm with rice balls. Aunt stall owner added a touch of warmth to this cold winter with her considerate and warm heart. If everyone can be like an aunt, then the cold wind can also become warm wind, and the cold winter can also become warm spring.

Looking back, the big umbrella in the distance is particularly eye-catching and beautiful, just like a flower blooming on the roadside, quietly blooming in the wind, releasing a warm breath.

Chapter 6: Those warm memories

The laughter of the past has become the sadness of today, only because our friendship is too deep. ...

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The sixth grade is a tense and joyful time.

I just entered the sixth grade, and I was so novel and happy about everything, but when I learned that the teacher had asked me to sit with a poor student in the new semester, I felt very unlucky.

His name is Xiang, and he flies to Tian Xiang. Just like his name, he himself is an optimist all day, although he is a poor student. We didn't know each other at first, but it didn't take long for us to find that our hobbies were almost the same and the topic was very congenial. Soon we all became good friends. I tolerated his habit of smoking, and he also tolerated my love of pranks. We tolerated and understood each other. There are many bad students like hooligans in grade six. They always want to create some panic. One day, Xiang and I were going downstairs, and suddenly some gangsters stopped us and said they would pay protection money, or they would beat us up. Before I could speak, Xiang said, Come alone if you can, and don't touch him, or you will be disabled. They may have been frightened by the arrival of Xiang and ran away. I smiled at him and gave him a poke, and he smiled back. In the future, we like talking together very much. Talking to Xiang, I feel very comfortable, just like my heart is flying, without scruples, sadness and simplicity. One semester passed, and when the second semester started, Xiang rarely asked me to come out and take a photo with me on the sticker. After taking the photos, he asked me to give him all the photos to remember. I'm telling you, there are plenty of opportunities for us to take pictures in the future. He is silent. The next day, Xiang didn't go to school. I'm going to call him at night to ask. After school, the teacher called me to her side and told me quietly that Xiang had transferred to another school, but only to Zhuhai. My mind went blank at once, and I wandered home countless times. I couldn't sleep at all that night. A few days later, I received a letter from Xiang, saying that he didn't want to leave without saying goodbye and was really worried. I'm sorry. Looking at it, I found my vision blurred.

A few days later, the teacher found me a new deskmate. His name is Yu. He is a good student, but I usually don't pay attention to him. After Xiang left, I decided not to say unnecessary words to anyone and make fewer friends, thus passively escaping. Even my friends say I'm a different person. I don't like jokes and pranks as much as I used to, but now I'm silent, and my words are always a little prickly. Because of my mood, my grades plummeted, and I was no longer in the top of my class. The teacher has told me many times, but it is useless. My attitude towards my new deskmate is also relatively cold, and I seldom talk to him. After a few weeks, Yu finally couldn't help it. He said, "I know you are sad for Xiang's departure, but you shouldn't affect your study because of his departure!" At that time, I saw that he was very excited. He usually doesn't like to be so excited. I woke up like a blow. I told myself I couldn't be so negative anymore. In the next few weeks, I took the initiative to invite me to his house every weekend to catch up on my homework. At that time, I showed a natural smile when I was with him. In the second half of the semester, the teacher asked our top 30 students to go back to school to study late and eat at school. I always have dinner with Yu at the same table. Whenever there is braised pork, he always gives me braised pork, saying that he should supplement nutrition. He only kept a small piece for himself. At that time, I always gave him my sausage, and our hearts were connected. We have gradually become bosom friends. We may have made a promise to enter Y Middle School together, study in the same class and continue to be deskmates, but the fact will not always be as you wish. A week before the exam, Yu asked me out to take a sticker photo, and I suddenly had a bad feeling. After taking the photo, he lowered his head and told me that he was going to Guangzhou for middle school. This is all his parents' request, and I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill his promise. I also told him not to take it to heart, it doesn't matter, we will meet again because of fate, but please ask him to leave me that photo. My vision was not blurred at that time. I thought I had become strong, but I felt worse than before.

Sticker photo again. I'm sorry. From now on, I hate taking pictures with stickers, and I hate being told I'm sorry.

My heart has been cold since I entered junior high school. Because it is impossible for the second item to appear, and the second item is in. I took out a letter to me at dusk, tore it in half, threw half of 1 into the rolling river, and burned the other half to ashes. I also took out the sticker I took with Zhao Yu, tore it in half, put it in a pile of waste paper and gave it to the waste paper recycling station, and buried it in an unknown hill forever. ...

I know that I can't laugh as naturally as before, because it has become a warm memory. ...

Chapter 7: Those warm memories

I often carefully recall that warm moment in my memory. ...

Friends are the shade of trees in summer, which brings you coolness; Friends are the scenery in life, and the journey is eclipsed without her; A friend is someone who comforts you silently when you are frustrated; A friend is someone who reminds you when you are proud and encourages you when you feel inferior. ...

Once, I didn't do well in the biology exam. I have been depressed all day. My good friend Huanhuan gave me some seeds and told me to go home and think about it. When I got home, I thought for a long time. I figured it out. I suddenly jumped up. I know what that means. These seeds tell me: sow with sincerity, care with understanding, water with sincerity, let seeds illuminate our direction, dispel the dark clouds in our hearts and ignite the hope of losers. It is friends who let me stand up in failure and let me create tomorrow's glory with self-confidence and confidence.

When you fall, a friend will reach out and support you; Send a ray of comfort when you are sad; When you are lonely, bring a heart fragrance.

When two moons are sitting in the sky, we can understand them as friends. Friends need to care for each other, encourage each other, help each other and support each other. Endless light is the link and bridge connecting each other!

Friendship is like a pearl, which we wear together to form a bright necklace; For example, colored silk, we cut and sew together into gorgeous clothes; Like a flower seed, we sow together and cultivate colorful flower beds; We mix colors together and draw beautiful pictures.

We encouraged each other in the sports meeting, and it was because of your support that I insisted on running the1500m race. When you were on my birthday, the gift you gave me surprised me and moved me to this day; You once extended a warm hand when I was most sad and helpless; Let me out of the pessimistic trough.

The warmth in my memory and the help of my friends are all in my mind, and I will never forget them. My friend's concern for me is warm in my heart and worth cherishing. That warmth is a memory worthy of my life.

Chapter 8: Those warm memories

It's raining cats and dogs because there are tutorials waiting for me. Although I longed for the warm bed, I got up helplessly. Holding an umbrella, I walked in the rain, but I couldn't stop reading: this disgusting weather is so cold that all my newly bought clothes are dirty. Suddenly, I found a little girl standing in front of a shop, crying sadly, as if there was something urgent. Familiar pictures flashed in my mind in turn, and those warmth returned to my heart.

It's also a rainy day, just after school, I don't have an umbrella in my hand, and my parents are not at home, so I'm relieved. I'll go home in the rain and do as I say. Here, an aunt next to me handed me her small umbrella. I was surprised and looked up in disbelief. Aunt smiled and said softly: You live in * * *! Me too. I've seen you several times. In case you catch a cold, let me take you home. I walked silently without saying anything. Along the way, my aunt just tilted her umbrella to my side. I went home silently. Without saying a word, she turned around, pursed her mouth and lifted her feet to go, but suddenly she found that half of her body was wet. Zhang opened his mouth and said, wait a minute! Then she quickly brought a towel from home and motioned for her to wipe it. She smiled and didn't answer, saying, I will go home soon, thank you! So he turned and left. My eyes suddenly got wet, and I shouted at the back: thank you! My heart suddenly warmed up.

I went to the little girl and asked her if she was in any trouble. Maybe I can help her. After careful inquiry, she learned that she had no money and had planned to walk home. But it's raining heavily now, and I don't know what to do. My heart moved, so I gave her an umbrella, helped her get on the bus and helped her pay the fare. After the door closed, I clearly heard a thank you from the car! It's good to feel inexplicable and stop complaining.

Maybe it's just a little effort, but for those in need, it's a timely help. Warm others with your own warmth, pass this warmth on, and let love last forever!