600 word essay on goodbye to those what days

Goodbye, those days that have passed Xiao Si said that youth is a bright sorrow. I say that growing up is a bright sorrow....

I suddenly found that I had gone through the flowering and rainy season, and the good things that had happened seemed to have happened yesterday, but even if it was yesterday, it was in the past...The former self always shouted that there was no regret about youth, the former self was rampant and domineering on campus, the former self wantonly squandered his youth, and the former self uninhibited in the so-called world...However, in the blink of an eye, I grew up, and in the process of growing up, I learned so much and lost so much, and I couldn't sleep, and I still couldn't find myself...Oh, we spend our whole lives just looking for our lost selves Looking at her in the mirror, I know who you are, I don't know. We all have to grow up, but the path of growth is not up to us, sadness is the gift of growth, we can only accept...Life has taught me to stop being strong and competitive, growing up has taught me to learn to disguise, the bright sunshine mixed with sadness, and from time to time I remind myself that I have grown up....

I want to laugh, let go of my laughter, but why do I shed tears silently, I'm afraid of intrigue, why can't we laugh heartily...Tears....Are you paying tribute to my lost years...

Memories are like rotten leaves, those fresh and tender greens have long been buried in the front of the time scale, and only the overwhelming smell of rot remains at the end of the time scale. Time slowly fades, just like spring goes to autumn, the wild goose flies south so quietly there is no trace of footprints that can be heard, life is like a leaf, spring quietly sprouts, summer shows their charming figure, autumn for the cause of hard work and slowly turns yellow and ripe goodbye those days that have passed away Those days whether it is happy or sad Maybe nostalgia is the best gift you give me and it is also the most real habitat I give you. Goodbye, those youthful years, raise your head, give yourself a smile, look through the sorrows, look straight ahead, we have to grow up....

Goodbye, those days I can't give up.

We laughed and ran all the way, but we forgot that those who had run on the way they came would one day stand on the way they came. —Epigraph.

Goodbye, the bright red runway I was so glorious. The noisy but beautiful "No. 1" voices on the radio, the moments of encouragement and shouting, the days of sweating under the sun but still running persistently, are hard-won and lingering. I saw that three years ago, I was also standing on the runway, dragging my injured foot, but I kept insisting on telling the teacher that I could, so I staggered and ran on the hot plastic, endured the pain of my heart, and carefully tried my best to maintain my steady pace, just because I didn't want to give up the precious opportunity to compete, and I didn't want to give up the opportunity to win honor for the school, but my persistence was finally stopped by the teacher.

At that time, I regretted it, but I didn't regret it, because I learned to do my best, knew how to make trade-offs, and knew how to cherish.

Goodbye, I was. of teachers. I remember the fierce argument with you, but I also remember the smile when you said I was sensible at that parent-teacher meeting; I remember your misunderstanding of me, but I remember the tone of trust every time you reassured me to manage the class; I remember your unrelenting criticism, but I remember your affirmative eyes and concerned inquiries at the Games.

You always remember the effort I made in that tug-of-war, remember the hands I raised high in class, but forget my scribbled handwriting, and forget the unconvinced tone when I was blamed by you.

Goodbye, that ignorant self. Those fearless, carefree days were blocked by time in the path behind me, and then desperately pushed me to run forward. "Youth is a beautiful robe, crawling with lice.

Zhang Ailing once said so. But I think youth is a bright mirror, covered with dust. Only after repeated wiping can we gradually see ourselves clearly, so we learn to leave the self that we don't understand, the self who doesn't understand the world.

Goodbye, those who are reluctant. We always thought that only three days had passed, but who knew that three years had passed, and then the emotion at that time, the laughter at that time, the sunrise and sunset at that time all surged up little by little, and I didn't have time to be sad in my heart.

Goodbye, lit a candle on those beautiful days, extinguished all the lights in the house, and it is now eleven forty. I was sitting by the candle, just sitting quietly. I don't want to say anything, but I still have a lot to say to myself.

I grew up. Whether others admit it or not, whether I want to or not, I have grown up.

Sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming, sometimes I feel like I'm still in elementary school, and I can't remember what grade it was, but I still remember that it was my home.

This candle was dying and I decided to light another one.

I don't know why, but I always had the urge to go back there. I still remember the cement playground there, which must have been plastic by now. Do you remember that long stool?

You always bullied me when I was a child, do you know that the time I liked you the most was when I was dictating in English?

I miss Teacher Liu and Teacher Yang very much! I miss the small sports equipment room very much, I miss the days of practicing track and field, the spicy skewers at the door, and the days of going to No. 7 Middle School to train. Those beautiful days, Mr. Liu, I'm sorry, I haven't been back to see you.

Thanks to you, my physical fitness is good now. Life is happy. This is a precious gift that you have given me to use for the rest of my life.

Sometimes I hate my elementary school teacher and always go against me. I'm so honest and bullying me! But in retrospect, the manager who went against the teacher was also good.

I remember that every night after class, the teacher asked me to stay, so I sneaked away and ran to the big mat in the sports equipment room to sleep, so happy. I want to go up and lie down again! Is it just once?

Five minutes. I was the most honest in my class in elementary school! Ha ha! Do you remember?

Yin Ziyu, I'm with you every day, how beautiful the hospital was at that time! The muddy floor of the playground after the spring rain is just the two of us, right? At that time, the sky was so big and so blue.

The autumn leaves are falling all over the ground, let's lie on the ground and fan the board, do you say that you really win or fake win?

In winter, when it snows, we have snowball fights and throw stones into the stinky ditch, haha.

It was so beautiful, so beautiful.

I remember when I graduated from elementary school, I can't remember exactly how I felt when I graduated, I just remembered that I was finally leaving this damn place, but the truth was that I was wrong. I misunderstood those beautiful memories.

When I grew up, I realized that my childhood was like a box full of colorful and interesting things, and there were some wonderful things about me and some of my in the box"Silly thing"- Small"Discover"Yo!

One of mine"Great finds"It happened in the yard of my house, it was a sunny morning, I was playing in the yard, suddenly a little yellow dog ran in, I was so scared that I jumped up and shouted:"The wolf is coming, help! "Mom and Dad ran out when they heard the news, but what they saw was that a puppy was running around me, and I was so scared that my soul ran away, but instead of helping me, Mom and Dad laughed and said to me

It's not a wolf, it's a little yellow dog, it doesn't bite, it's very cute".I became interested in the little flower dog, and I took a closer look at it and played with it. Noticed that it was running fast, take a closer look.

Oh, and it was lying on all four feet on the ground, and I thought, if I wanted to run fast, four too"feet"Isn't it okay to land on the ground I was so happy that I found out, and I thought that I should not tell anyone. Hearing this, you want to laugh, you can laugh, anyway, it won't bring you disaster, I'm different from you, mine this"Discover"It cost me dearly.

It was time for the next day's physical education class. The teacher said that this class was a running competition, but I was so happy that I thought: my"Discover"That's where it comes in!

Run"With the teacher's shouts, I lay on the ground and ran as hard as I could. Suddenly"Horn"With a thud, my face slammed to the ground, and the fall threw a big bag on my head. I cried in pain, and it didn't matter, and the most important thing was - two white front teeth"Honorably laid off"Finish.

The teacher hurried over to pick me up. I don't know what to do. Finally, the teacher took me to the medicine room to bandage me and then stopped.

I still want to laugh when I think about it, how naïve I was at the time, it filled my life with laughter, and at the same time illuminated my childhood like a bright light. Goodbye to my childhood, goodbye to those days. After those silly things, I will become wiser and stronger.

You can refer to the composition paperwork, you can write about that period of memory and remember the day.

Goodbye to my childhood.

Childhood is a happy smiling face, a naughty word, a beautiful dream, and a brilliant clear sky. In the dead of night, the fragrance of flowers blows in the wind, as if taking you back to the childhood that often haunts your heart.

You may have been very naughty in your childhood and often made your parents angry, but every word and deed you did at that time will become your permanent memory. Maybe you are not pretty, and you may still have freckles on your face, but instead of feeling inferior, you will proudly say, "This is the oldest relic of mankind."

You may be dignified and generous in your childhood, and you will sigh for your character when you are mature: "Old antique! "In your childhood, you were sometimes lovely and free, enthusiastic like the sun; Sometimes innocent and romantic, gentle as the moon; Sometimes anxious and thoughtful, deep as the sea; Sometimes barbaric and unreasonable, out-of-the-ordinary is better than the wild horse ......

It is true that the life of the flower season is colorful, which makes the best people forget to return, but there is more childishness and less maturity between talking and laughing. You see, the green tree outside the window, when a storm passed, some "tourists" floated away from the tree, day by day, you look again, the original carefree and verdant tree, turned into a bitter trouble, bare branches. Will its sons and daughters feel that their lives are lost because of this?

No, they don't! They are good sons and daughters of the tree, and when they see the new sprouts on the tree, they will feel the arrival of another spring for themselves, because their childhood was also born in the fall of the previous generation.

Goodbye, my childhood. If I were the only one left in the tree, I would choose to leave. Although childhood is beautiful, it is short after all, I have the courage to face the reality and challenge the new world!

Goodbye, my childhood, the ship of youth full of hope is about to set sail and take me to open up a new ocean!

Goodbye, those days that have passed Xiao Si said that youth is a bright sorrow. I say that growing up is a bright sorrow....

I suddenly found that I had gone through the flowering and rainy season, and the good things that had happened seemed to have happened yesterday, but even if it was yesterday, it was in the past...The former self always shouted that there was no regret about youth, the former self was rampant and domineering on campus, the former self wantonly squandered his youth, and the former self uninhibited in the so-called world...However, in the blink of an eye, I grew up, and in the process of growing up, I learned so much and lost so much, and I couldn't sleep, and I still couldn't find myself...Oh, we spend our whole lives just looking for our lost selves Looking at her in the mirror, I know who you are, I don't know. We all have to grow up, but the path of growth is not up to us, sadness is the gift of growth, we can only accept...Life has taught me to stop being strong and competitive, growing up has taught me to learn to disguise, the bright sunshine mixed with sadness, and from time to time I remind myself that I have grown up....

I want to laugh, let go of my laughter, but why do I shed tears silently, I'm afraid of intrigue, why can't we laugh heartily...Tears....Are you paying tribute to my lost years...

Memories are like rotten leaves, those fresh and tender greens have long been buried in the front of the time scale, and only the overwhelming smell of rot remains at the end of the time scale. Time slowly fades, just like spring goes to autumn, the wild goose flies south so quietly there is no trace of footprints that can be heard, life is like a leaf, spring quietly sprouts, summer shows their charming figure, autumn for the cause of hard work and slowly turns yellow and ripe goodbye those days that have passed away Those days whether it is happy or sad Maybe nostalgia is the best gift you give me and it is also the most real habitat I give you. Goodbye, those youthful years, raise your head, give yourself a smile, look through the sorrows, look straight ahead, we have to grow up....

Think for yourself, children's originality is the truth.