Ask for the essay She is deeply in my memory .

One day, you came into my eyes and made me look at you. You are cheerful, you are brave, you are honest, you are optimistic. Especially your smiling face, it is so bright!

Epigraph Yes, maybe my vision was too biased, we were in the first class at the beginning, and she was still by my side, and I didn't notice her. But one small thing made me change my opinion of her. She is innocent, she is cheerful and optimistic, she is simple and simple......I found myself simply unable to find a suitable adjective to describe her.

Only one word "good"!

I remember that day, I was very troubled because I had a bad exam. She is a helpful person, so she asked me to go to a quiet and beautiful place.

At first, I was very unhappy and afraid of gossip, but then I was moved by her spirit, so I went to that place.

The place was shaded by trees, and there was a large clean stone slab under the tree. Then we sat down, and she shared my worries with me.

We talked very vigorously. Suddenly she said to me:"You laugh one.

I couldn't laugh at the time, but I laughed when she said that. Then she said, "Look, this is not solved."

It's as simple as that. Then, she smiled at me as well. The smile was bright, like a blooming hibiscus, and like a dazzling rose.

Her eyes narrowed into a thin line, like a slightly quivering lace.

Yes, people live and spend a day in sadness, and they spend a day in happiness. Why not spend your day happily? Such a simple answer haunted me for a long, long time.

She is like a willow branch, which turns green when the wind blows.

She is like a lake, rippling with a wave of her hand.

Like a former best friend or something.

Memories are like a yellowed **, recording the bits and pieces of the past.

Inscription. It's a big city.

High-rise buildings and busy traffic are a portrayal of the city. High-rise buildings stand on both sides of the road, slim and elegant, and on both sides of the asphalt road, there are verdant trees, and the wide road is overpassed, winding and circling, and cars shuttling through it. On the main road, when the red light is on, the city can be silent for a moment, and as soon as the green light is on, the previous silence is immediately broken, and the city march is busy again.

In the dead of night, without the hustle and bustle of the day, the city recalls from time to time the past, the original ...... it was before it was clothed in magnificence

A few years ago, the city was a poor and backward small border village. There, brick houses are next to each other, and in front of them are large rice fields, and the ears of rice are swaying in the wind.

In the early morning, before the sun rose, the sky was covered with a fog as thin as the wings of a cicada, and a few scattered stars were dotted in the haze. A flock of early birds is already singing a melodious tune on the branches. Smoke curls over the chimneys of several homes, lingering with the fog in mid-air.

The field is already a busy scene. People are busy watering and fertilizing the crops, and the rice seedlings, which have been sleeping all night, now open their mouths wide and greedily suck the nutrients, and the rice stalks have absorbed the nutrients and straightened up, swaying in the wind with satisfaction.

On rainy days, the rice seedlings in the fields are even more enjoyable. The rain of beans hit the rice seedlings, and the rice seedlings enjoyed the rain, absorbed the nutrients to their heart's content, and enjoyed the moisture of nature happily.

However, the road on a rainy day is not so easy to walk. Because it is not an asphalt road, the road surface has become soft after being washed by rain, and there are potholes everywhere. The car passed by, splashing a mud splash, and it was bumpy all the way, and it was extremely inconvenient for people to travel.

When the rain had stopped pouring and the sun had lifted the clouds and radiated a thousand rays of light, the fields were busy. Figures are full of shadows, jumping in the field. When the weeds grow, they should be cleaned up in time, and if the nutrients are less, they should be applied in time, and they should not be sloppy at all.

The sun is getting stronger and stronger, and the people in the fields are sweating profusely, and their foreheads are covered with beads of sweat, which are particularly crystal clear under the sunlight. People didn't care about this, wiped it on their foreheads with the back of their hands, and went back to busy. It wasn't until late in the evening that people finished their farm work, greeted the sunset, and ended the day's work with a little tiredness.

Time flies, the small villages of the past have faded from the low brick houses, faded from the muddy country roads, put on gorgeous coats, and high-rise buildings have sprung up on the land of the city, and the air is filled with the atmosphere of the city.

That small village in the past has become the memory of the city, and those poor and backward years, the city will always remember and ......

He remained in the depths of my memory.

What doesn't change?

It's memory. Opening the floodgates of memory, a boy who had died unexpectedly resurfaced in my mind.

I witnessed his death with my own eyes. His family was with him at the time. His screams of pain made the onlookers all turn around and cry, and I was just stupid and stunned when I looked at the miserable face like a blank sheet of paper.

The little boy stopped breathing in the crowd of onlookers, in the rush of the rescue doctors, and he no longer struggled in pain. His relatives rushed forward to hug him, pull him by the way, and grab the ground, but the boy remained motionless.

Did he go to heaven? I asked myself.

I repeated the words, stunned and confused as I walked home from the hospital. When I got home, I plunged into the quilt, which was dark and my heart was in turmoil. I grew up in a hospital, and I have seen a lot of dead people, and I have experienced this kind of life and death scene countless times, but this time it was different, as if all of a sudden, I had a new understanding of the word life.

Before that, my understanding of life was vague, what is life?

It seems like I've been living blindly. I spent my fairytale childhood under the care of my parents, although there were many children in the family, but my parents loved me very much, and their love made me not know the suffering of the world, so that I only knew to enjoy the love of my elders. When I was a teenager, I didn't know what pain was except for the trouble of studying, I never thought about how I was going to do something for my future life, and I didn't understand that the meaning of life is so colorful and magical.

I don't understand that a person in this world is not only living for himself, but also because he has his dearest and beloved relatives.

I don't know why, I felt my face wet, I shed tears, tears of regret? Is it a cry of guilt? I think I'm regretting the waste of my life before; I regret that I did not cherish my precious life......

In my long and short life, I have a lot to do, to live well for myself, for my father, for my mother, all my dearest loves; On the long road of life, there are many beautiful and moving stories waiting for me to interpret.

For the true meaning of life, I will wake up my sleeping self, with my unregrettable pursuit, brave the wind and snow to find the dawn of my life!

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