How to write an essay in the depths of memory!! Narrative essay to be written! ） 5

The years passed, and many memories of the past disappeared with the passage of time. There was only one thing that I still remember vividly.

That happened one afternoon in the second semester of junior high school.

I went to school with my good friend, and just as we were talking and laughing on the way to school, an empty can fell from the sky, and fell to my friend's feet with a "bang", I looked at it, and there were still a few drops of drink left in the mouth of the can, "Hmph, it must have been thrown by some naughty ghost", I looked around angrily. My friend didn't say anything, she bent down and picked up the can, took out a plastic bag from her pocket, threw the can into it, and everyone on the road threw her approving looks, but she said to me casually: "Let's go!"

When I got to the school gate, I saw a garbage bin and reached out and pulled her plastic bag, and she was startled, "What are you doing!" I pointed to the trash bin and explained, "Why didn't you throw it away?"

She smiled mysteriously at me and didn't say anything, just grabbed the bag in her hand like she was holding a treasure. She can't be selling it, right? Oh my God, how could it be!

Her family conditions are not bad at all, and she is also the pearl of her parents' palms. So what does she want that filthy jar for? It's puzzling.

When I got to the classroom, she entered through the back door, and to my surprise, instead of going to her seat, she went straight to a red plastic bucket in the corner. It dawned on me. She was stunned when she lifted the lid of the bucket - oh, the plastic bucket was already full, and two sweet smiles appeared on her face.

A year has passed, and the memories of that past are still vivid in my mind. I will keep it in the depths of my memory forever!

Moved, it seems, is only in an instant. However, in that moment, it can make me remember deeply, make me have endless aftertaste, and make me cry like rain!

During those days, my heart was darkened and I couldn't seem to pull it together. My grandfather died, my grandfather, who loved me the most, died, his tears had dried up, his eyes were no longer as clear as before, and he was staring at a certain place all day long.

The grades plummeted, and the teacher could only sigh frequently. I don't know what day I started, but I found a few more sheets of paper in my schoolbag that were stapled together with a stapler, on which the key points of the teachers of each subject were written. Beautiful and clean handwriting, who wrote it?

And why would he or she help me take an extra note?

I never looked, I threw it aside every time, and continued to think about my grandfather in a daze.

The paper was piled higher and higher, and it was already a thick pile. What kind of person is it that has such time and perseverance? This mystery, which I had been puzzled about, was finally solved by me after a gym class.

After the physical education class ended that day, I walked back to the classroom with heavy steps, and as soon as I walked into the classroom, I accidentally saw a person in my place, who was that person? I saw that person slowly turning around, and he and I were shocked, it turned out to be him, who had been fighting against me in his studies! I immediately stepped forward and glared at him

What are you doing? Are you sympathizing with me, pity me? Remember, no matter how far I fall, I don't want your charity!

With that, I took out a few pieces of paper from my bag that he had just stuffed into and tore them off in style. In an instant, the entire classroom fell silent.

He didn't say a word, silently returned to his position, buried his head and began to write hard, and after a while, a note flew over, I opened it, and it was so beautiful and clean handwriting: Grandpa will not be happy to see you like this in heaven. Cheer up, no one is competing with me for the first place, I'm not used to it!

After reading it, I felt very uncomfortable, I had a complicated feeling, tears rolled in my eyes, and I couldn't bear it to let it fall. I walked up to him again and yelled at him, "You don't have to worry about my business!

If you don't get used to it, you won't get used to it, and it won't get in my way! Why are you tired of being the first one? You don't have to show off in front of me!

Throwing off the last word, I turned around again and returned to my seat. He kept his head down and didn't say a word.

The next day, I thought there would be no more notes, but unexpectedly, there were two more, yesterday and today. In an instant, tears splashed, and I suddenly woke up to ......

Before this, I was cold to everyone, but he melted my cold heart ......Since then, I have been sunny and happy, and I am optimistic about life!

Mother's love is like an oasis in the desert, which makes me full of hope, and mother's love is like a pool in the mountains and forests.

The spring makes me feel refreshed. Cool. Mother is like a compass in the sea, guiding us in the direction. Mother is like the North Star on the road at night, leading us into the distance.

My mother's love for me has never changed for a moment, and that's it, and her love for me will only grow deeper and deeper, forever.

Looking back on the past, every time there will be a spiritual touch and longing. I remember that it was a summer, and the weather was very sunny in the morning, and I happily went to school, but after a while, the sky was full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain. After school, I was standing at the school gate, worrying about how to get home, when I saw a middle-aged woman running towards the school in the distance, I thought she must have come to pick up her child!

She ran ahead of me, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be my mother. I saw that her whole body was soaked, her hair was also dreadlocked, and her face was full of water droplets, I don't know if it was sweat or rain, she said, "Let you wait!"

As he spoke, he held up the umbrella and said, "Let's go, let's go home!" "Mom, why don't you bring an umbrella?"

Suddenly, my tears burst out of my eyes, mixed with the rain, and flowed slowly, and I was truly grateful to God for preparing such weather for me, and making me feel how noble a mother's love is.

On the way home, I thought of my mother's love for me in my life, which touched my heart again, and I thought, what can I use to repay my mother's love for me? I can only repay you with my good grades. Your love for me is like a spring breeze, blowing in my heart, like spring rain, moistening my heart, I want to say out loud:

Mom, I love you!

The flowers in the depths of my memory bloom in my heart full of sunshine. It will never wither, it will only become more and more vivid and delicate.

1. One thing I do to help people!

2 things that others help me!

3 My friendship with good buddies!

4 teachers praised me!

With the passage of time, the golden dream of childhood has quietly passed, but the scene full of childlike fun has long been frozen in my memory.

When I was rummaging through things that day, I stumbled upon a photo album that had been hidden in a cabinet for a long time. I opened it curiously, and the memories of my childhood were vivid in my mind......

Turning to the first page of the album reminded me of the funny story of picking strawberries with my father. As I walked to the field, I walked my dad up his trouser legs, wore a huge straw hat, and held a plastic basin in his hand. After I was "armed", I followed my father.

Because I carried too many things, I was small and swayed like a duck when I walked. Dad couldn't help but laugh when he saw my embarrassed appearance. He simply picked up the camera and "crackled-" to take this **.

Seeing it now, I really want to go back to the innocent world I used to have.

Hahaha....I laughed. This ** was taken while visiting Zhuhai. At that time, my brother and I were chasing after me in the marble-paved square, running with a happy smile on our faces.

Mom took a picture of ** when we were not expecting. When the ** washed out, I saw that my brother actually flew up. It turned out that when my mother was taking pictures of us, my brother happened to start jumping.

In the future, whenever a guest comes to the house, I will take out this ** to show off to them: "My brother has become an immortal!" "At this time, my brother would stare at me wide-eyed, and I couldn't laugh or cry.

Turning this page, what catches your eye is the ** taken during the "Panyu Xiangjiang Wildlife World". Behind my brother and I was a man-made tree that opened its mouth viciously as if it were going to devour us. But my brother and I were still smiling and ...... leisurely

Looking at the photos full of childlike fun, I feel as if I have returned to that carefree childhood. Although these are old things, they are like small glowing shells that will remain on the beach of my memory forever.

Childhood in memory.

There are many stories in my hometown. And everything is wonderful and fresh! It's unforgettable!

Digging bamboo shoots is a tradition in our hometown, and we have to go to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots from the first day to the fifth day of the Lunar New Year every year. Every time I go home, I have to dig bamboo shoots, and we must not go home empty-handed, every time it is a big basket. But this year's bamboo shoots are very few, let alone digging, I can't even find them, but my uncle is a master of digging bamboo shoots, and we also dug a few under his guidance.

Before digging bamboo shoots, you should be fully armed. Putting on gloves, bringing a bamboo basket, changing into rain boots, carrying a hoe, under the uncle's order, we set off! You can also contribute.

When we arrived at our destination, we started looking for shy bamboo shoots. There is also a way to find bamboo shoots, there is a protruding place on the ground, and you feel something when you step on it, which is where the bamboo shoots are located. We searched this way, and after looking for a long time, we still didn't see one.

The uncle said to us: "Some places protrude not bamboo shoots, but the roots of bamboo, you can also follow the roots of bamboo, and there will be bamboo shoots on both sides of the bamboo." "We listened to the uncle's explanation and began to dig bamboo shoots in a new way.

This method really worked, my sister and cousin have dug up one or two bamboo shoots, and I haven't dug it yet, just when I was depressed, a protruding place appeared in front of me, I dug gently, a small bud was exposed, I thought it was not a bamboo shoot, but take a closer look, it is indeed a bamboo shoot, I was excited and said: "I found it, I found it!" "Everyone rushed to see it.

Uncle carefully dug out the bamboo shoots, and a big bamboo shoot appeared, my bamboo shoot is the largest, and I am very happy. Putting the bamboo shoots I dug up in a bamboo basket is simply a behemoth to other bamboo shoots. We went to dig bamboo shoots this time, and although the harvest was not very much, each of us was very happy.

We dug three times, a total of 36, we are a little sorry to hear this number, but we are looking forward to the first day of next year; On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, we hope to break the "record" next time. In my hometown, we still have to pick the fruits of life, but now I don't know why we don't have to pick them, and I haven't eaten them again.

There is still a river in my hometown. When I was six years old, the river was the most beautiful place in our hometown, with the best sound, the clearest water. But after four years, I grew up in a blink of an eye, and when I returned to Li Song's hometown again, I saw a different scene, the old river has changed, there is garbage everywhere, and dead poultry are everywhere.

Everyone who passed through there covered their noses and left the river quickly, and every place in our hometown became beautiful, but why only the most beautiful became the least beautiful place? Four years ago, the river was a good companion for people, but now it is the least favorite place for people. I hope that everyone in my hometown can treat every place in my hometown as their partner.

If our partners are not clean, we should believe that we should clean them up and let them live happily and carefree lives with us.

There are many more stories in my hometown, and each story is very wonderful and fresh! Let ** forget to return!

Essay to find on the Internet, you are too talented, uh, think for yourself.

In the depths of my memory.

Three years ago in the autumn, there was a seemingly extremely ordinary and not simple thing, that afternoon, we got out of school, and the autumn breeze gently blows, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling, the autumn wind sends away the summer heat, we usher in a new semester.

Because it was autumn, it was hard to see some sweaty people working on the streets. Only those who hand out leaflets at the school gates. It's busy.

It was only after they had stacked and handed out stacks of leaflets to the students of our school that the staff left. A little boy ran over with great interest, took the last last leaflet and left. At this time, there was no one at the school gate anymore.

But the ground is covered with many leaflets, as if it is a colorful carpet of childhood. My friend and I came out of the bookstore and were stunned to see such a magnificent scene. "Their staff who distribute leaflets are simply in vain and a waste of national resources!

I said. For a moment, a seventy-year-old grandfather carried a burlap bag on his back and sighed: Why are young people in society so wasted in vain?

It's a pity that the paper on the ground is thrown away! After listening, we handed the leaflet we had just received out of school to the old man, who smiled and nodded, and got busy again. I had a discussion with my friend and moved to pick up the papers.

We are not "stealing business" from the old man, but helping him. We picked up one after another, and for twenty minutes, there was no trace of confetti at the school gate. We handed a large stack of leaflets to the old man.

The old man took it with a smile and said, "Alas, the young people nowadays are all modernized, everything is wasted, and they all look down on me as old people, thank you for helping me find a glimmer of hope." Remember, no matter what you do, remember to save money.

That afternoon, I benefited a lot.