Search essay of 600 words, entitled Past Events .

When I was a child, every time I recalled those past events, I felt very happy, as if it happened yesterday. Let me tell you the story of catching butterflies.

Bored at home, my dad and I went to the grass with butterfly tools in our hands — a bottle and two nets — for a butterfly hunting contest.

There are so many butterflies on the grass, red and yellow, ......Numerous. The butterflies were still frolicking happily, unaware that danger was slowly approaching them. I swooped up and took the net to see that I wasn't holding a single butterfly – it was undoubtedly an alarm to the butterflies, and the butterflies fled.

Looking at Dad again, he had already caught three or four of them - there were a few more butterflies in the jar with flapping wings but unable to do anything.

Ha! "Hard work pays off", no, "the emperor pays off", I finally caught a few - although it was a few, but there was indescribable joy in my heart to my heart.

I took the "trophy" in my hand and proudly raised it to my father, indicating that I was not bad, but my father caught many butterflies, and my face suddenly "turned from sunny to cloudy", and I didn't know where the joy went. Dad said contemptuously, "Ah, that's it!

Haha, it seems that this saying is really true, ginger's is still old and spicy! "You, don't bother with you......"I wanted to say it at the top, but when I think about it, what Dad said makes sense. It seems that I am going to use my unique trick to "play Laipi" - let go of all the butterflies that my father caught.

Dad caught another beautiful butterfly, and when he was about to put it in the "prison", he found that the other butterflies were missing. When he saw me gloating and smiling secretly, he knew who was responsible. I saw my dad staring at me, and I didn't care if I was ashamed or not.

Imitate Dad's tone just now and say, "Yo? What about butterflies?

Who did that? "I asked knowingly, but I was secretly happy in my heart. Dad also deliberately pretended to be an adult with a lot of machismo, waved his hand, and said:

Forget it, you win this game! But next time you won't be so lucky! "Dad had something to say, but I was still very happy and made a grimace at Daddy:

Hee-hee, aren't you defeated at my hands? Defeated! The match ended with a hearty laugh.

We "return with a full load" (referring to the heart). Dad said, "Let these butterflies go." "Although I was reluctant to do so, after all, we had worked so hard to catch them, but I still let them go.

I opened the cap and the butterfly flapped its colorful wings. I said silently in my heart, "Butterfly, fly!" You belong to the blue sky. ”

The wings of the butterfly become more beautiful in the sunlight. They flew towards the morning sun, farther and farther until they disappeared from my sight ......

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As the years passed, the past was like a string of pearls in my memory, and one of them was particularly eye-catching, which was the experience of breaking corn.

One autumn, we went to Yanqing, and my mother thought: How nice would it be if I could experience breaking corn? After inquiry, a farmer agreed to break the corn. So, led by the owner's daughter, my mother and I walked to their cornfield.

Came to the cornfield. My sister didn't hesitate to get in. However, I stopped and did not dare to go in.

I was afraid of the corn leaves cutting my face, and even more afraid of the strange caterpillars. When I think about this, I suddenly feel my scalp feel tight and tingling. I seemed to see a caterpillar wriggling on the leaves, and I was terrified, but my mother saw my concern and said to me

There are no bugs in the cornfields. I listened, put my mind at ease, carefully picked up the corn leaves beside me, and walked in.

My sister spread the bag in the cornfield and taught us how to break the corn. I saw a big piece of corn, carefully peeled off the outer skin of the corn, pulled off the whiskers of the corn, and in a clockwise turn, it was able to break off, it didn't take a lot of strength to break off the corn, I threw the corn on the laid bag, and continued to break the corn next to it in an orderly manner. I broke them one by one, and in a moment I saw that the bags on the ground were already covered with a golden patch of corn.

My sister began to put the big bag into it, and we broke half of the bag in a while, and my sister carried the bag and said to us, "It's almost there, and we won't be able to take it anymore." "But I'd like to stop?

Instead, I sped up, hoping to break more, and my sister repeatedly urged me not to break it anymore. When I looked, the bag was almost full, and the adults couldn't lift it. I stopped breaking new corn, checked the ground for any leaks, picked it up, and put it in a bag.

The bag full of corn was too heavy, and the adults carried the bag full of corn back to the master's house.

Looking at a bag full of golden corn my heart blossomed, the owner quickly boiled a large pot of corn, not long after, a fragrance wafted over, I went over, with chopsticks to pierce a corn cob, the fragrant corn in the hand, as if holding a golden torch, it is still steaming hot, at this time, my heart not to mention how beautiful, a joy that has never been there in my heart.

To this day, I still vaguely remember the sweet, fragrant taste.

The past is always hazy in my memory, but one of them, Dan Cong is like a seam in my heart, and I can't erase it for a long time. Blind and late.

It's okay, don't rush, take your time, you can do it! This is a phrase that has been ringing in my ears for a long time. Recently, I've been preparing for the dulcimer exam, but I don't think I've been able to play well enough, so I haven't been confident.

Everyone around me discovered my "mental illness", and both teachers and parents were cheering for me. When I go to class, the teacher always says to me, "It's okay, don't rush, take your time, you can do it!"

When I go home and practice, I can still hear the same words. At first, I thought it was annoying nagging, but later, whenever I hear this sentence, I always feel warm in my heart. Until I went to the examination room, although my confidence increased greatly, I was also a little nervous and a little dazed.

In the vastness, I remembered the sentence that doubled my self-confidence, and a warm current went straight to my whole body Thinking of the hard work that my teachers have paid for me these days, and the sweat shed by my parents, I made up my mind: "I must not fail!" Because I can do it!

Then, with the expectations of my teachers and parents, I completed the exam with confidence. I deeply feel the greatness of the language, and at the same time, I am grateful for the countless care and love that this exam has brought me, and I am confident to move forward on the road ahead.

The past is like smoke, but it has brought me endless inspiration that I will never forget

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The past is like a small boat, drifting in the ocean of my memory, drifting farther and farther away......Many ships could no longer find its trace, except for one small boat, which was always docked on the other side of the ocean.

I remember it was a very sunny day, and I walked briskly to the school. You may ask me, why are you so happy? Tell you about it!

Yesterday, the teacher assigned a small task for each of us to make a small gift to exchange with a group of students from other schools. I spent one night making this precious gift that represents my heart. I sewed my blessing with cotton thread on colored paper and tied it into a scroll, and put it in my beloved glass jar, with many ornaments!

I can imagine how happy that student would have been when he received the gift.

However, something unfortunate happened, and before I could hand over the gift, I accidentally touched the jar in the afternoon activity class, and with a bang, the jar shattered. My heart was broken. What to do?

What to do? Gifts for students from other schools ......What to do!? Suddenly, the nose was sour, and the sour, salty, bitter liquid flowed down, and it was out of control, and it flowed more and more ......My friends were comforting me.

And she resolutely picked up those glass shards and pasted them one by one with transparent glue. Everyone knew that the glass jar was so broken that it was impossible to stick it well, but she continued to ......"Why is it bleeding? A classmate exclaimed.

Her fingers were scratched open. "It's fine. I'm going to get a band-aid ......"I was shocked that she didn't have to do that!

Twenty minutes later, "I'm sorry, I can only post it like this, what do you think I should do?" "Thank you! I seem to have a glass jar at home, I'll just bring it tomorrow......There was one more sentence that didn't come out.

I would like to say that I want to treasure this broken jar forever, which stores our purest and most precious friendship. Also, I want to cherish this name forever, my forever good friend, she, Lu Chun.

Memories are a cup of fragrant coffee with a pervasive aroma; In the past, it was bursts of floral fragrance that were muffled and refreshing. With the repetition of childhood events, I unconsciously went to the ...... before

Don't you have your own memories of the past, good words and phrases can be quoted, but other people's past stories can't be plagiarized.

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