Good Memories Essay 450 words. Group activities that take place at school. I m in a hurry, 20 minute

Good memories.

I have many photo albums, large and small, with photos in them, but they are all different. Whenever I have nothing to do, I will open those "stories" and think about them. Among them, there is a ** on the place that I yearn for the most, it is so mysterious, so solemn.

There was also an experience of mine.

Although it is not a famous place of interest or tourist attraction, it is not a World Heritage Site. But it is a holy place for many people to strive for and pursue ideals. The small ** low lining is a wall about a meter high made of dark green marble, and under the wall is a guardrail made of stainless steel, which is planted with some four seasons green, canna, and red.

The wall is inlaid with five glittering big characters "**TV station" and the station emblem, and there is a little girl in a dress in the picture, that is me.

At that time, because of naivety and extreme excitement, I ran inside when I saw ** TV station. This is the place of "Everyday Animation", this is the place of "Oriental Children", this is --- but I was stopped by the uncle of the armed police standing guard at the door "ruthlessly", looking at his serious expression I almost cried. "Uncle let me in, I want to see Aunt Juping, do I want to see Sister Moon and Scarab".

I'm sorry, children, there is a system here, and no one can just go in," the armed police uncle said kindly. "Other children and big brothers and sisters can go in to perform the show, why can't I go in? As I said this, tears were pouring out of my eyes.

The uncle of the armed police hurriedly said: "They were invited to perform a special show for children across the country." "Invite, why didn't you invite me?

The people around laughed. At this time, my father, who was on the side, squatted down and said to me with a smile: "Son, **TV station is a place to release important news to the world, a place to show personal talents, and a temple of art.

If you want to get in, you have to learn all kinds of cultural knowledge, lay a solid foundation with erudite knowledge, and add your own hard work and excellent grades, these are the 'tickets' to this place." Only talented people become masters here". I nodded firmly, "Okay, it's not easy for us to come here, let's take a photo as a souvenir," Dad said.

Can you wait for me, I'll fight with my hands.

1.Good memories The past time is gone, but what is left to me the most is the memory of time. I fantasized about turning back the clock, but I couldn't, so in my heart, my past life left me with only good memories ......I reminisce about spring, the season of birds and flowers.

We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outings are the most attractive for children, but stir-frying, cooking, running and playing games are even more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky.

The sky was blue, and under the blue sky, the branches of the trees had sprouted buds, and I seemed to see it thriving, bathing in the spring sun. Aren't those young shoots just us who are full of vitality? I reminisce about summer, the season full of fresh greenery.

In that small garden that belongs to me, there are countless small flowers and grasses growing. The grass is shining, and the flowers are blooming! The scattered flowers are scattered in the small garden, although they do not have the delicate beauty of peonies, nor the fragrance of jasmine, but they are still so beautiful and lovely.

In the distance, a yellow dot flew in, closer, closer! Oh, it turned out to be a bee, very small. It lands on a wild chrysanthemum and sucks sweet nectar.

When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, and it makes its home with the bees. Isn't that bee our diligent gardener? I recall autumn, with the harvest season.

The fields, behold, were full of gold, rising and falling with the wind, like a tossing wave. In the orchard, apples and pears hung on the branches, and they were so beautiful that people coveted them. Take a bite, the fragrance overflows, so that people can not forget it for a long time.

On campus, we chattered non-stop, and we couldn't help but miss each other after a summer vacation. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot of things, and isn't that knowledge exactly what we gained? I reminisce about winter, the season full of warmth.

Although the leaves of the trees have fallen, birds can still be seen singing in the trees; Although the grass has withered and yellowed, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, the New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth. It entrusts a friendship, a sincerity, and a blessing from the students, isn't it the warmth that has lasted for a long time? I look back on the past and look forward to the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the future.