What are some memorable things from your past?

The most memorable thing is to get help from all kinds of enthusiastic people on the way to travel alone. In fact, there are not so many beautiful things about traveling, most of them are accompanied by boredom on the long-distance bus, sleepiness when arriving at the hostel, worrying about the itinerary for the next day, and reading some local historical and cultural background with sleepy eyes. But when I was away from home, I was most grateful to all the enthusiastic people who showed me the way, explained to me, and even generously donated money (helping to buy bus and subway tickets, etc.), so I later developed the habit of carrying chocolates with me, and when I met the help of enthusiastic people, I would give them a few chocolates in return, and at the moment they received them, I could see their faces full of surprise and joy, as well as a little pride in front of my companions, and I thought, "Giving Peach in Return" may be the best thing I have ever experienced in my travels.

The school club and several other high schools in the city engaged in letter-writing activities, exchanging their respective 2017, and I was fortunate to be able to meet a confidant, who could talk well in all aspects, and usually confide in each other when there were problems and comfort each other. Personally, I think that the strangers who know this kind of activity can boldly say their thoughts, and those who have played well with themselves are more or less evasive, and they don't want to reveal everything about themselves. Receiving her letter is also a memorable event.

The deepest impression of the third year of high school is probably the big tree outside the window of the evening self-study. The night was dark, the classroom was bright and quiet, only the sound of pen tips brushing, rows of old textbooks lined up on the desk, and a small box of books at the feet. Every day at 5:

Get up at 50, wash your face, brush your teeth, comb your hair in 10 minutes, take *** to listen to English listening in the car, go to school 20 minutes later, buy four buns and eat while walking, and go to the classroom at about 6:30. Then it is early self-study, skillfully taking out English or Chinese or biology textbooks, reading aloud and memorizing, time flies quickly.

In the morning, because I had already eaten breakfast, I wrote sentences, various knowledge points, and chemical equations silently.

In January 2017, I went to the Great Northeast, from Arshan all the way to Mohe, along the way I met two friends who can be the most important friends in my life, I turned out to be a very "conformist" person, that is, study hard, took a good university, and then my vision for my future is to find a stable job, marry a suitable husband, the view of right and wrong is very clear, and then I met Ah Lian, a particularly free thought, what to say, especially very kind and lovely woman, That's when I realized that I could live like this.

Probably to help the table chase the seniors, pay attention to the seniors every day, see the seniors will be excited to report the same table, the senior's classroom is opposite our class, he will lie on the railing on the second floor every time he gets out of class, I and the same table will peek, every time the senior looks at my table in the direction of our classroom, I will be shy like the senior confessed to her, but now they are ordinary friends, I think the seniors are getting uglier and uglier, but I really feel good about that simple and simple feeling. Every story will have an outcome, whether it is a positive result or a failure, that is what it should be.

I want everything, and I am afraid of missing everything. Once I went to my grandmother's house, my grandmother's craftsmanship was first-class, and when she made soup, she felt that it would be better to have some leeks, so she turned down the fire, walked a long way, went to the small yard at home and picked some back and washed them slowly, cut them, and then smiled again. I was stunned, I'd rather not eat it, for a pot of soup, is it worth wasting so much time!

Grandma asked me, what are you anxious about? Maybe it's because of the different times, grandma gives me the feeling that she is living in Mu Xin's "Once Upon a Time", such a person, just looking at it, I feel very relieved.

Every group evaluation is the penultimate first, every week the class will be the group leader on the stage to review and show determination, because of the first, so the group all sit in the last row of the classroom, sometimes there are other group leaders with good intentions will take the initiative to let us sit in front of the feeling, two weeks later to return to the last row. Our group is called Seven Wolves, and the group training: has always been surpassed, never imitated.

I love the carefree days when we were in the mountains together and were half-immortal fortune tellers together.

It has been said: when you start reminiscing, you are old. Many people want to go back to when they were in their twenties, but I say to myself: I don't miss the past me.

I used to be young, but I didn't live a brilliant life.

I was born into a poor family with both parents with disabilities. Since I was sensible, I have deeply understood that the road ahead will be more tortuous and difficult than others. And I know better that reading is my only way out, so I study hard.

When I was a student, I was recognized and respected by others for my excellent grades. I am proud and confident in my studies.

However, there is more to life than just reading, and any other deficiencies will have an impact on your life path. For example, the lack of material things will make you "ambitious" and make you lack the confidence to pursue your dreams. Children from wealthy families, their dreams are so free, so whimsical, and willful.

For example, some want to be voice actors, some want to be simultaneous translators, and some want to be photographers for World Geographic Magazine. And children from poor families even have dreams that carry the meaning of survival.

Most of them hope to be a teacher or a civil servant, and a lawyer is already a distant dream. At that time, I wanted to be a lawyer, because in my eyes, these people were already a great group of people. After all, I have less confidence on the way to pursue my dreams, and I can't apply for volunteers and choose a school arbitrarily, because I have to consider the cost of going to school.

Eventually, I went to university in the provincial capital and eventually became a teacher. I am grateful to have become a teacher, and I am grateful that I was able to teach at a high school that was a key local area without any background. At the beginning, I was cautious, I didn't dare to have my own will, and I didn't dare to let everyone see me.

When one day, I suddenly woke up and shouted back, life is just a few decades, I have gone through a third of my life, and I will no longer live willfully for myself, do not please myself, and may regret it later. So I started doing the things I always wanted to do, but I didn't do because I had concerns. Learn to dance, learn to draw, raise meat, write articles, eat Western food, buy flowers, and travel.

Life suddenly showed its style in front of me, and every day I loved my current self more.

After all, people with dreams can shine. Don't forget to invest in yourself at any time, enrich yourself, you don't know how beautiful you are at that time! I don't miss the past, I love my current self even more!

When I was waiting for the bus, I remembered that I had met a junior high school classmate in the place where I was waiting for the bus, I called his name, he also saw me, said hello, got on the bus, there were a lot of people, there was a seat in front, he said to me, you sit here, but he squeezed to the back, and when I got off the bus, I went first. It's very emotional, in the vast sea of people, there is always a time to meet. I remember the last time I met him at the South Gate Station, I didn't see him, he came up and called my name, and then asked each other about the current situation, when he went to school, he was in front of me, often talking and laughing, when he was admitted to high school, he went to the secondary school by a few points, in fact, his grades were very good.

Later, when I was in college, I met him on the bus to Nanjing, and I felt that he had matured, and now he actually greeted me in Mandarin, which made me very weird. Maybe we'll see each other soon.

So I remembered a pen pal I made in college, we wrote letters for three years, and we wrote each other's affairs, and he would always write to me on colorful stationery, venting his emotions between the lines of ordinary words, and after graduation, he lost contact. There is also a netizen, who met in the first chat, and then sent an email, and then the mailbox of 263 was charged, and I didn't have time to surf the Internet during that time, so there was no contact.

Hehe, it's strange to think about it, some people meet and pass, some people meet and know and pass, and those who meet and know are not many people.

I remember when I was in elementary school, a girl in the neighboring class had a special affection for me, and often asked me to play after class, and then one day she said to me, "I'm leaving tomorrow, my dad is sick, and I'm going to change schools." I was stupid, just nodded, and I wouldn't comfort her, and I wouldn't say goodbye. The next day, she was literally gone.

After all these years, I often think of her, and I remember her vague smiling face.

Nostalgia for the past, treat everyone you meet with a grateful heart, and cherish the present, because the moment will become in the next second.

Accompanied by the other party in the saddest time, although there are not too many words, there is no constant comfort, just keep walking with you, even if you don't empathize, but also alleviate your pain, even if you go all the way, I am willing to accompany you. When you are tired of walking, it is too late to be sad, and I choose to carry you back. When it is worth remembering, sometimes it doesn't need to be magnificent, maybe it's a very ordinary thing, maybe it's a smile, or it can be deep in the bottom of my heart.

Everyone will have their own fond memories.

Each season has its own way to play: I probably remember that in spring we were flying kites, because we were in the countryside, so there were a lot of open places, and when the weather was sunny in spring, you would see kites all over the sky, all kinds of things; But when my parents were far away, I could only watch other children running around happily, sometimes hilariously tying them with a stick and a piece of wool, and then hanging a bag on the wool line, and the children who learned to fly kites ran on the road, as if they were flying kites; When the rapeseed flowers bloom, there are a lot of butterflies, we will cut the butterfly-like white pieces of paper, use sticks and cents to tie up the pieces of paper in the same way, and then use the pieces of paper to attract butterflies where there are butterflies, those butterflies think that they will fly with the same kind of butterfly, that is the so-called funny butterfly, and make Qingming Ba, every season will be full of mountains to find Qingming grass.

In autumn, they will smash cardboard, jump eight immortals across the sea, and break through the passes, and after the autumn harvest of farmers, they will go to the fields to throw mud; I couldn't afford snacks, so I went to the mountains to pick mushrooms and vegetables, dig wild onions, pick other people's sweet potatoes, and sweet potatoes.

The best memory of childhood is the Chinese New Year. Our Chinese New Year was particularly ritualistic. New Year's pigs will be killed in the second half of the month.

My mother's pigs weighed three or four hundred pounds. On the day of the pig killing, neighbors and relatives will be invited to eat the pig rice. We who rarely eat fresh pork can eat it with an open belly on this day.

After the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, my mother began to make tofu, hair cakes, rice wine, glutinous rice balls, and fried meatballs. It's all made by my mother, and it tastes great. When Dad goes to buy New Year's goods, he will buy some candies, fruits, melon seeds, etc., which he is reluctant to buy on weekdays.

Chinese New Year's Eve is what we look forward to the most, and we will have the most sumptuous dinner of the year - Chinese New Year's Eve Dinner. We don't have to go to bed early after meals as before, and we can eat snacks and fruits while watching the Spring Festival Gala. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, we put on new clothes, got up early, set off firecrackers, and welcomed the new year.

In the fourth grade of primary school, one day during the summer vacation, the children of the same village played in the pond, the shore was shallow, the middle was deeper, two children and brothers, the younger brother fell into the deep water, the brother went to rescue, both fell, fortunately there was an uncle on the shore, it was late, it was fast. He jumped down at once, held one in one hand, walked from the deep water to the shallow water, and saved the brothers! Now that it's summer vacation, please don't go on a wild trip!

You only live once!

The most memorable thing is my mother, who worked hard to raise us, and looked at us with a smile despite all the hardships, waiting for the expectant gaze. When we were children, we didn't understand the hardships of life, and when we all grew up, she did leave us, and my mother was the greatest person!

In summer, they will jump rubber bands and throw sandbags, even if they are sunburned with Africans, they are not afraid; There are also stacking mahjong with table tennis, stacking stones, playing slingshots and sand buns, kicking shuttlecocks, throwing handkerchiefs, going into the water to fish and touch shrimp, and deliberately stepping on puddles when it rains, making them full of water, and finally going home is indispensable for a fat beating.

Recall sentences from the past.

1. The summer engraved in our memories is the tears we shed together in the sun.

2. Young people have dreams, and old people have memories. Recklessness in youth, remorse in old age.

3. Every memory has a password. As long as the time, place, and character are correctly combined, no matter how long the dust is hidden, that person and scene will be picked up again in oblivion.

4. We often can't forget some things, today's walking, tomorrow's search, are like continuing yesterday's memory. There is a voice that always secretly says in my heart, I want to find the person on that day of that year, and feel the love of that day and that day. Maybe it's friendship, maybe it's love, or even some informable little emotions.

We had to search all the way to find that original source. What about finding it? I just know that I can't find it, I am unwilling, we can't help but embark on the road of tomorrow, looking for a moment of yesterday.

5. We smile and say that we are stuck in the original place of time, but in fact, we have long been silently swept away by the torrent.

6. No matter how valuable a thing is, it is not the memory itself. What is precious is buried in the heart.