If memory can be deleted essay 700 words

On that cherry blossom street, our memories are preserved, and I remember you clearly, but you have long forgotten me.

I picked up the pen and was about to draw, but I put it down again, and I was wandering in my mind: the third one. I looked at the third greeting card, and I felt an indescribable pain in my heart, and tears rolled in my eyes.

One day, I was walking home and saw you sitting on a bench, wearing a floral dress and long hair that set off your innocent face, I wanted to go and talk to you, but I shook my head and left.

When I got on the elevator, I noticed that you were there, and I whispered, "What floor do you live on?" "11th floor. ”

I froze, it turned out that you were living across the door from my house. The elevator arrives and you suddenly say, "Can we be friends?" You ......You are the first person willing to talk to me. I was stunned and replied, "Of course I can." ”

From then on, we all went to school together and went home together. One day, you told me that you were moving out, and we made an agreement that we would send greetings to each other every time they had a birthday in the future.

Two years have passed, I sent you two greeting cards, but you didn't even have a simple happy birthday, perhaps, in your memory, I have long been deleted!

It's not if, people would have filtered out most of their memories. When Alzheimer's disease is gone, it is the reason why there are too many deletions.

Have you ever had troubles in your life? Of course, everybody has troubles. But when you encounter these problems, how do you deal with them? Will you cry and lose your temper like a child, will you be disappointed and sad + sad?

Tell you a way, delete your troubles like deleting the garbage in the computer, so that you can completely forget it, and the mood will be much more comfortable, in the words of the handsome man: "Hmph, isn't it?" "It's best to get rid of your troubles when you have them.

Treat your troubles as garbage, you ignore them, despise them, squint at them, ignore them, and then there will be no troubles! Let's be honest, your brain is like a computer library that memorizes all the useful stuff, and when a file becomes junk, you should delete it.

Remember, what is useful is saved well, and what is useless is deleted from it. Hey! People always have to fall down and get up again!

Don't hold back your troubles when you encounter them, delete delete delete it. Don't let your worries accompany you, let happiness accompany you. Save your happiness and remove your worries.

A forgetful person is not bad, although he forgets the happy things, but, with it, he forgets the troubles! It is better to be a sentimental person than to be a person who forgets simplicity. Because he has removed all his troubles, happiness can be made, and if it is lost, there is more!

Just like the files in the computer, if there is a backlog, it will be heavy, and there will be pressure!

When you encounter troubles, you delete them, because so, the scientific principle, is to delete the reason; Don't hold back your troubles in your heart, because that's why you want to delete your reasoning. Troubles are everywhere, as long as you ignore it and delete it, it will be far away from you!

Don't forget to remove the definition of "Reason", which can help you solve any problem! Delete, delete, delete, delete ......

On the long road of red dust, everyone experiences hurried encounters in the journey of life. Maybe they don't know each other, but they are unforgettable.

He is a stranger, a beggar who is over the age of six, perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, he is humble, but in my opinion, he lives with dignity, he is unforgettable, and forever remains in the besieged city in the depths of my memory, which cannot be erased.

I met him on a busy street.

His hair hadn't been cut in a long time, it was long, and it was covered with dust. On his hands, his face seemed to be smeared with black oil. That was the result of his long period of eating and sleeping in the open.

He was dressed in a gray, shabby, dirty coat and sat on the ground. Look at passers-by with a deep and longing gaze. This, in order to survive.

And what passers-by gave him was indifference and disdain, followed by a proud back. Without a trace of pity and sighs.

There were a few coins in a dilapidated bowl in front of him, and it was very shabby. In the vast sea of people, he is just a drop in the ocean, who will pay attention to him? I thought so. I'm not a sage, so I can't help but feel a little pitiful for him, and that's it, and I don't have any other feelings.

And as soon as I walked into a convenience store not far from him, a hand suddenly tugged at me and tugged at me gently. I looked back and said, 'How could it be him?' I'm wondering.

He stretched out his other hand and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Your money," and gave me the ten dollars in his hand. Passers-by also looked at him with puzzled eyes.

I was still standing there, not composed, not having time to say "thank you" to the old man, he was gone, and he left without humility or arrogance. Suddenly, he seemed to become tall and even great in my heart. Somehow, my eyes moistened, and my heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

Yes, I want to thank him, not only for his collection of money, but also for teaching me the principles of human life - dignity and kindness. Throughout the ages, this has been an eternal topic for people. And in him, a beggar, got power.

Now, when I walk on this road again, I can't see him anymore. Perhaps, he went to another world, or perhaps, he found his place and lived happily somewhere ......I have no way of knowing.

It's just that he is forever hidden in the depths of my memory and cannot be forgotten.