Yellow cake reminiscences of a touch of golden hometown essay 550 words

In the past few days, the days of "Autumn Tiger" have become more and more frequent, the scorching sun lacks the warmth of spring, the bleak autumn wind lacks the boldness of winter, in short, these days are less Tao Yuanming's idleness, autumn is like a caterpillar, twisting in my heart, it seems to be destined for this twists and turns of autumn.

On holidays, home and cram school have become two interpretations of a straight line, wandering and shuttling between these two points, sometimes alone, sometimes two people. Controlling the cram school has become an inseparable part, so my grandmother and brother came over at the wrong time today, and they had to send me to the cram school. "When will you be taller than me?

It seems that grandma's words are still as clear as a year ago, and her kind and loving smile is still on her face, more than a year, it is really a lot taller than the old, but now I have lost the excitement of the year, she is getting older, and her back seems to be more hunched ......The little hand that I was holding my brother in my hand suddenly disappeared, and when I looked sideways, my brother, who was sitting as tall as me, saw the young lady I had not seen for a long time, and showed his excitement all the time, just as I had done back then.

Although the road from home to cram school is not long, I feel that it is too long, and recalling the wind and rain of the past 12 years, it seems too short! I don't think I saw a chrysanthemum this fall! I stumbled upon the dissatisfaction of the little brother:

There are so many chrysanthemums in the chrysanthemum exhibition, you haven't seen it, it's a pity! "yes, it's numb. I replied lightly.

Grandma didn't interject in between, she still walked with the vitality of a young man, and when she looked closely, she seemed to be pondering some small truth. "Let's go! When I saw that I was almost there, I waved goodbye to her.

At this time, the fear of loneliness is afraid that others will see it, and it is also afraid that it will be seen by itself. Grandma still walked with her head bowed and said, "Send it again."

As he spoke, he pulled his little brother by his side and signaled me to rest assured, he would definitely not cause me trouble. Seeing her like this, I had to walk a little more! Turning into the intersection, this thought came to my mind again:

Just send it here! "She still has the same posture this time, and she hasn't changed in the slightest. "Go a little further, let me look at you.

Grandma is more determined than last time, and the little brother is also a lot more well-behaved, following Grandma closely and no longer running around, which makes me feel sour. For the last time, so much so that I was no longer embarrassed to open my mouth. Grandma looked at me calmly and softly, stopped her steps, grabbed her little brother and said

Let's go inside! Here we go. I don't know why the idea at this time wants them to give them another ride, I can't bear to look back at the nostalgic eyes of my little brother, but I see a wild chrysanthemum blooming in the depths of the lawn, although it is not so magnificent, but it makes people love deeply, a chrysanthemum, ordinary can no longer be ordinary, but it is the first brilliant golden yellow I saw in this autumn.

Spring FestivalThe Spring Festival is a traditional Chinese festival. On that day, people often put the word "Fu" on their doors, hang lanterns, or watch TV in front of the television. And our family is dressed up extraordinarily this year.

The morning before the Chinese New Year's Eve, my father got up early, pulled me straight to the mall. Oh, it turned out that it was to welcome the New Year, and I changed all the lights that would not turn on at home. Dad bought a lot of lights in the mall, some in cool tones and some in warm tones.

There are all kinds of kinds, and a carpenter was specially invited, and after a morning of repair, the lamp finally restored its original "youthful" appearance. As for my mother, I have long been buying food, tonics and cosmetics in supermarkets and shopping malls. Of course, the food is for me, think about the Chinese New Year's Eve, watching TV, knocking fragrant melon seeds, not to mention how comfortable.

Of course, the cosmetics are for my mother, you can make up a little more beautiful during the Spring Festival, and how charming and dazzling it is to walk on the street. And that tonic is of course for the elderly, relatives and friends, you see, how well prepared our family is. Speaking of which, you're sure to ask me what I'm doing, and needless to say, I've already started preparing my New Year's gifts:

Wrap the melon seeds in red paper, tie a bow with a thin red thread, and string them with thick threads, ready to give this gift to my grandfather and grandmother who love me the most! After finishing his own business, he began to decorate every room in the house. I took out many "treasures" from the "Eight Treasure Chests" and hung them in my room, including tigers, Chinese knots, red lanterns, and small shiny lights on the wall, showing the auspiciousness and good luck in the Year of the Tiger.

I didn't think these were festive enough, so I made a little brain and hung Sichuan-style red peppers and corn on the door, and the house was filled with a lively and festive atmosphere for the New Year.

The Spring Festival of the Year of the Tiger is coming soon, our family welcomes the arrival of the Spring Festival with a new look, and my parents and I have made a good wish: I hope that in this new year, my studies will get better and better, and I also wish our family a tiger and a tiger!

In a person's long life, there is always only one transparent season, and that is childhood.

In childhood, the sky was covered with smooth cellophane, filtering out the dust and noise of the world, and we would only look up at the blue above our heads simply and straightforwardly.

In childhood, there will only be a clear pond in my heart, where the most naïve but real curiosity swims, and even the song of a cricket can cause ripples.

In childhood, the palms of my hands were full of beautiful and moving fairy tales one after another, embellished with flowers and grassy endings, accompanied by songs of lost handkerchiefs, and excitement and pride in the palms.

In this transparent season, listen to the wind singing, the flowers whispering, and the morning dew dancing on the grass tips. In this age where there are no barriers and suspicions, secrets are all open, snacks are evenly divided, and those hearts are still hanging in the sky and no one wants to ask for them. Do you remember those lively summer days, climbing trees and catching noisy people everywhere?

Remember the bottles of black tadpoles caught in the ditch by the field? Remember the melodious shouts in the mulberry fields? Looking at the naughty smile on the corner of your mouth, do you still remember the grievance of being hit by your father's big palm because you came home late for fun?

It is only in that transparent season that we can cry when we are hurt, laugh when we are happy, and have the innocence of a piece of candy broken in half and the casual pouting and turning around and holding hands. Because every time we grow up, it means that we have to strengthen a wall of self-defense and wrap ourselves in prudence and rational care, because growing up is a sign of stability and understanding, that is, knowing and being reasonable, and being trustworthy, that is, we can no longer be naïve and foolish like before.

In this way, the years of stubbornness slowly steal the original appearance little by little, and sculpt one after another models that are close to satisfaction, so that we are no longer transparent and simple. Maybe it's better this way, people are constantly growing and transforming, so you only belong to that age and season.

Perhaps, in your childhood, you were anxious to grow up early, eager to fade away from the childishness of that face, and wanted to change your elegant temperament as soon as possible. And the preciousness of childhood lies in the fact that this dream that has not been denied can continue to wander and fly towards the place where it wants to fly. And once you really grow up, you want to have that unrehearsed loveliness and simplicity again, and you want to feel the unconsidered complete trust again, but you can no longer be as free as before, this is the only loss you have when you grow up.

So, don't throw your childhood into your pocket, if my heart has slowly sprouted thoughts and helplessness, it is too easy to fly away when I have wings. Let's have more singing and laughter! If we are still envied as a child, then pick up the colored brush in our hand and draw the enviable transparent season.

[**The story in the story].

A **, which records a story; A **, which tells an experience; A **, evoking a memory; A **, full of emotion. is such a small and far-reaching **, ordinary and unusual**, how worthy of my collection.

My favorite ** was taken on the first day of the first month of the first month of 2001 in the living room on the third floor of my new home. ** I can clearly see a group photo of me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, cousin, and grandparents, and I am still holding a large apple picked out from the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I turn out this ** from the album, the story behind ** is still fresh in my memory.

It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old, and my grandparents brought my cousin, cousin, uncle, and aunt to my house. In the process of small talk, my father asked me to take a group photo with my grandparents, cousins, grandchildren, and grandchildren. After knowing where I was sitting, I hurriedly found an excuse to ask my father to go up to the fourth floor with me first.

When I got up to the fourth floor, my dad asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?"

Because your cousin is the eldest of your three children, and you and your cousin are both grandparents' grandchildren, of course next to your grandparents. Dad replied. "But grandma is so old, if others see it, will they laugh at me?

You're wrong," Dad then instructed me earnestly, "how can anyone laugh at you? Although my grandmother is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to have today's happiness. As juniors, we should honor and love her.

Without grandma, there would be no dad, and without dad, there would be no you! "It dawned on me that I had made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in **, not only will they not make fun of me, but they will think that I am a good child who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily returned to the third-floor living room, walked briskly to where I was seated, and respectfully took a large apple and handed it to my grandmother. Grandma smiled slightly, handed me back the apple, and said kindly: "Grandma is old, her teeth are useless, and grandma understands the good grandson's heart, so you should eat it!"

Only a "click" was heard, and this beautiful moment remained in the camera forever. After posting the photo, I took it and collected it in the album.

A **, which has one such story in it; A ** made my mind fly back to ten years ago; A **, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary **, which taught me to learn to respect and love my elders. In this way, we will make our lives better, our families happier, and our society more harmonious.

This is an unforgettable**,Whenever I see this**,I think of that wonderful time when I was a child.。。。