Your... I Will Always Remember 600 Words Essay 30

I'll remember Liumao. A slap-sized face sits on a sunken nose, and the red lips seem to tell the hardships of life. Ears that weren't big or small were glued to the sides of his pocket-sized head.

Hey? What about his eyes? Oh, so it was here!

Look, the slit on Liumao's face that radiates the light of wisdom is like his charming eyes.

I'll remember the Sleepy Reaper. "This class is like broadcasting "The Great Cause of the Founding of the People's Republic of China", if you are not careful, a star will pass, and if you are not careful, a knowledge will pass. The teacher said loudly.

Because the teacher reminded him, the sleeping god who usually attended classes and Zhou Hui also straightened his waist and refused Zhou Gong's invitation. After a while, the teacher, who was spitting on the podium, cautiously walked up behind the sleeping god and smashed the sleeping god on the head with a book. The sleeping god turned around sharply, pointed at the classmates behind him and whispered

Don't move, you're sleeping! Immediately, the surroundings laughed. The classmate in the back innocently stared at the sleeping god, and then signaled that there was danger next to him.

The Sleeping God turned quickly, his face facing the blackboard, his eyes shooting around, unaware of the danger that had surrounded him. At this time, the teacher's eyes spewed out three flavors of real fire, burning the sleeping god to the point that he was "covered in bruises".

I'll remember Brother Calm. "Brother calm, how do you fight after graduation? "The eyes of the empty eyes floated out quietly, like the oncoming spring breeze, extremely gentle.

The fingers are slightly upturned, drawing a few colorful marks in the air. Spit out a few words in his mouth, like a naughty tadpole and messy wool, strung together into a melodious stave. "It's all burning eyebrows, and the words are misspelled!

The teacher yelled. Then came the "storm". However, a gentle look from Brother Calm eliminated the ruthlessness of the wind and rain.

Brother Calm is really detached from the world.

Yesterday's tears, we feel the preciousness of our classmates, today's graduation photos, we feel the friendship of classmates, tomorrow's classmates, will let us remember for a long time. (

At night, the wind blows softly. I sat down on the colorful steps with my chin propped up, and the phrase "I'm sorry" came to my mind again

Since the beginning of the school year, this is the first time we have accepted the school's arrangement for "military training", in the hot sun, the instructor commanded us to carry out military posture training, the boys hung Erlang when the group was in a group, the girls chirped crookedly, such a scene made the instructor angry, as if we were not here for military training, but to "play", an order, we quickly lined up, listened to the instructor's words, and began training.

In four days, we changed the instructor three times, the progress could not keep up, so that our training was missing and filled, a class of instructors with us military training, afternoon games, gymnastics and military training content, starting from a class, "stand up" We quickly stood up, sorted out the team, walked to the playground, completely went through the training content, there were some small mistakes on the way, but still filled in, also in the gymnastics competition, the students did not play very well, so that the results of the competition were not ideal, I thought very uncomfortable in my heart: "I didn't practice gymnastics well, and I played abnormally" prevaricated with such a reason, but we didn't even win the military training competition, and I felt really sorry for the instructor in my heart, and after the disbandment, he said to us: "It's the instructor who is sorry for you, I'm sorry" with guilty eyes, and an apologetic tone said to us, and the boy said:

The instructor does not have to be polite, "this apology is what we owe you, but to us, tears slowly flowed, and I said "I'm sorry" to you in my heart, in fact, it is us who are wrong, and we should apologize.

I will remember your "I'm sorry" and I will remember the "I'm sorry" we owe you, and you must have a good attitude and be serious in doing things to succeed; If you don't have a good attitude towards doing things, you will only do nothing!

Mother's love is as tender as flowing water, how many mothers have given everything to their children for thousands of years? Mother's love, an unstoppable warm current, flows year after year, flowing in every corner of the world, every soul ......

I remember it was a cloudy morning, and my mother was still riding the same car from the sixties and seventies to take me to and from school. My mother put the only raincoat in the house on my young body, but I wore the dark brown coat that I hadn't changed for years, and my heart felt a little sour.

On the way to school, there were already large dark clouds gathering in the sky, and from time to time accompanied by the sound of thunder and lightning, I hugged my mother's thin waist tightly, so that my young heart could be comforted.

The thunder and lightning in the sky, like crystal-like raindrops connected into silver needle-like rain, came to ......the world with a touch of sadness from the cloudy heavenly language

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the rain turned into a downpour in an instant. My mother was baptized by the relentless rain, I sat behind my mother, watching my mother's coat soaked by the rain little by little, my heart felt sore and painful, and my eyes felt hot. The mother pedaled the dilapidated foreign car with difficulty one by one, and her body leaned forward and backward with the rhythm of waiting for the car, which was very difficult.

I even had tears in my eyes a few times, but I held back.

The rain was falling, the wind was whistling, and the sky was not accompanied by lightning and thunder, and they were embarrassed, mercilessly attacking their mother's thin ......

I don't know how long later, my mother sent me to school, but the rain was still falling relentlessly, and my mother's faded old coat was already soaked by the rain. At this moment, I could no longer suppress the grief in my heart, and plunged into my mother's warm embrace and began to cry, and the cry rushed to the dense dark clouds and spread to the boundless heavens ......

Mother's love is like the sea, emotion is a boat, boating on the sea, only to know the breadth of the sea.

Mother's love is like a mountain, emotion is the path, take the path from the mountain, and know the height of the mountain.

Mother's love is like a song, emotion is a song, and a song is a song, so you know the beauty of the song.