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Deep memory. Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, ask when you will go back, and don't .....wander when you come

Inscription. The flowers that bloomed in the depths of my memory make me unforgettable.

The first one - the cockscomb flower that is not to be left behind.

I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, I failed to pass the seventh grade of piano, and I was very sad. But I didn't bow my head to it, I silently said in my heart: "I don't believe that I can't pass the test, I must pass the eighth grade next year."

Since then, I have been practicing every day in my spare time, and I also practice in the school piano room. Quietly, slowly, I practiced alone, and although there was noise around me, it was as if it had been filtered by the air. During the exam, I tried to calm my nervousness, and finally passed the eighth grade, erasing the disgraceful side.

This cockscomb blooms forever in the depths of my memory, and I can't erase it.

The second - a self-confident lily.

Going to the supermarket to buy something is essential! But my performance in the supermarket is not ordinary!

That day, my mother and I went to the supermarket, and in a corner, a pair of colorful shoes suitable for my age came into my eyes, and I had to buy them for me, but my mother didn't think it was suitable for me. At my begging, my mother finally "gave in".

When I got home, I was running around in my new shoes, and it was beautiful. This is who I was as a kid – confident, but a little ridiculous! It flutters in my heart like a lily!

The third - a fragrant rose.

Everyone has moments to express themselves, and I'm no exception.

When I was in elementary school, I played a lot of beautiful piano music on stage, but that one was unforgettable.

At the graduation ceremony, Xiao Ke and I were going to go on stage with four hands, and after we changed our clothes, we were ready to go on stage. I only listened to the host report to our program, we walked up to the stage, bowed, and began to play, the beautiful ** flowed out from my fingers, I was intoxicated with it, that time, it was the most successful one, and it was also the most difficult time to play the track.

That time, I was as fragrant as a rose; That time I will never forget, it will always be in my heart!

However, the years are merciless, the vicissitudes of life change, more than 300 weekends of primary school, we came over ......

Life is like this, many good things are forgotten with the passage of time, just like the afterglow at dusk, let yourself glance at the smile when you reminisce!

The flowers that bloomed in the depths of my memory beat my heart like a tide, and I was drunk!

I wrote it myself, exam essay, highest score!! Don't copy the original!!

Ah, essay, now I can't write essays......

Mr. Huang, someone copied the composition!!

This time, I came to Xichang and became a "small" fisherman, although this "small" fisherman is not very professional, but he still has a small harvest, netting some small fish, although the fish is small, but it still left me a deep and unforgettable memory. (Note: The theme of this essay is profound and unforgettable) "Hey, this is the third day of coming to Xichang.

It's boring! Adults always play mahjong and don't take me seriously; As for my brother, he has recently become obsessed with computers and ignores me. Depressed!

When I was troubled, my brain moved, I turned my head and thought about it. (Hee-hee, didn't I bring a fishing net?) You can also go to the beach to net fish and look at the beautiful scenery, haha!

I'm so smart! So I hurriedly pulled out my fishing nets, called my uncle, and rushed to the shore like a rocket to be my "little" fisherman. When I came to the beach, I hurriedly took out the fishing nets, only to see that the nets were in a mess, and I couldn't open them.

The uncle next to him smiled when he saw it, shook his head and said, "The 'little' fisherman still let me help you open the fishing net!" "I opened the fishing net, tied a knot at one end of the fishing line to the fishing net, took out a wooden stick, tied a knot at the other end of the fishing line and put it on the wooden stick, and then put the fish food in the middle of the fishing net.

So you're well prepared. I couldn't wait to quickly take the wooden stick and put it in the water, my heart was so anxious! I thought:

Are these fish so smart that they will fall for the trick? I had no choice but to wait slowly! So I sat on the bench and watched the scenery with my uncle.

The effort paid off, and when I saw that there were more and more fish, I took a stick and put all the fish in the basin. I don't know how to count and I am scared to death, and I caught twenty small fish in one net. Not to mention that Uncle and I were so happy, so I took the net and swaggered back to the hotel with a basin full of fish.

This is me, a little fisherman, a "fisherman" who only catches small fish, which I will never forget.

Why do you want someone else's to write it yourself.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, ask when you will go back, and don't .....wander when you come

Inscription. Everyone has a wound in their heart, deep or shallow, perhaps, you think that in this life, you will not be able to get rid of it because of it. In fact, there are some things, some people, that we can never forget, but we can hide him in our hearts for a lifetime, not letting anyone touch the fragility of our hearts, and the pain again and again has witnessed our growth, so are we still there that simple one?

Ending: Ah, this love that remains in the depths of memory is sprinkled in this alley, into the bone and marrow.

Remember to give extra points.

Beginning: Life is like a five-flavor bottle - sweet and sour, spicy and salty. It was like a huge kaleidoscope filled with my joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and fantasies, and wonders.

Looking back on the past, those carefree lives, there are many silly things like the stars in the night sky, but some things will gradually be forgotten with the washing of time; But there are some things that are unforgettable, and they can't be forgotten or erased. They are buried in the depths of my memory. Ending:

Memory, you are next to the gentle face of the teacher; Memory, you are the laughter of your classmates; Memory, you are the whisper of the knowing; Memory, you are the forever beautiful flower that blooms in my heart.