Kneel and beg for an essay That Scene, I Still Remember of more than 500 words

Time is fleeting, it is short-lived, but it always leaves a lasting memory.

It's a fruity season. The yellow leaves of the trees, the towering corn swaying with the rhythm of the wind, the yellow leaves falling with the wind, pulling my heart to drift into the distance, I walk in this beautiful and full of longing season.

The sun was warm that year, the trees straightened up, and the wind was not manic. My brother and I went on an outing, and our feet stepped on the yellow leaves all over the ground, greeted the wind, and sang with the birds. And it was this rare moment that I saw that moment that touched my heart.

I hear the sound of raindrops falling, ticking on my heart bit by bit, I hear the sound of blue whales splashing loudly, I hear where love is ......"I heard love in the distance.

A young mother walks with a smile on her arms and a few months old, stopping at a traffic light. As the man was leaving, a speeding car drove by. The mother fell to the ground, and I heard the child's cry, which was like a call to the mother.

The eyes of the pre-nuclear child are full of wonder at the world.

The driver who hit the person changed his course and drove away, and there was only a puddle of blood and a crying baby on the wide road, and a kind passer-by called the police, and when the police arrived. This great mother has left this inhuman world.

What about the child? A kind woman picked up the bloodied child and shook it gently, and the poor little fellow fell asleep in the woman's arms.

People are all the same kind of creatures, why are their temperaments and emotions so different, why some people are full of love, while some people are full of negative energy.

Love is the most touching voice in the world. Love is the sunset in memory. Love is the selfless care of a great mother. Love is equal and goes both ways.

She is great for that woman's actions, and we should learn from her good side. As a person, you must be loving, learn to care for others, and be grateful for others.

With the passage of time, the golden dream of childhood has also passed quietly, but the scene full of childlike fun has long been fixed 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 mother. When I walked into the field, I learned from my mother to roll up her trouser legs, wear a huge straw hat on her head, and hold a plastic basin in her hand.

After I was "armed", I followed my mother. Because of too much equipment, I am small and swaying like a fat duck when I walk. When my mother saw my embarrassed appearance, she couldn't help laughing, she simply picked up the camera, "cracked-" and took this **.

Seeing it now, I really want to go back to the innocent world of my old life.

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

Mom took a picture of ** when we were not expecting. Wait until the ** wash it out and take a look, huh? Cousin actually flew!

It turned out that when my mother was taking pictures of us, my cousin happened to be jumping. In the future, whenever a guest comes to the house, I will take out this ** to show off to them: "My cousin has become an immortal!"

At this time, my cousin would stare at me wide-eyed, and I couldn't laugh or cry.

Turning another page, what caught my eye was the ** taken during the "Panyu Xiangjiang Wildlife World", behind my sister and I was an artificially shaped tree, which opened its mouth viciously, as if it wanted to devour us. But my sister and I are still smiling and ...... leisurely

Looking at the photos full of childlike fun, I feel like 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.