A scene 900 word essay left in my memory, asking for help from a scholar

You conceive of **, for example, ** the mechanism encounters a problem and kicks the ball and finally lets it to the original point; Or write a discussion**,Praise the Chinese virtues Kong Rong let the pear and the like, and then sigh to pass him on and carry it forward,,Narrative words, you write some small things, write more, such as give up your seat, let line up, some and so on.,I don't think it's all, you can add it ==

I longed to be independent When I was a child, it seemed like a joy to watch my older siblings go to school with their school bags on their backs, so I wanted to grow up quickly. The calendar turned page after page, the wall calendar changed one after another, and the wish of my childhood became a reality, but as I grew up, my troubles became more and more every day, and I wanted to get under the umbrella of my parents more and more.

Memories are a vast ocean, with coral reefs to indulge in, sharks to be feared everywhere, schools of fish to be intoxicated everywhere, and they are varied! In my sea-like memories there are fragmented images of society, I feel as if I was swimming in the sea, and I met a shark eating a small fish, which made me unforgettable. Touched me in life.

Memories are like a winding path, and I am quietly walking through it. The days are at my feet, stepping out with a calm and crisp sound. Occasionally, looking back, the past emerges one by one.

However, only that incident left an unforgettable memory in my heart, and it can never be erased.

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.

Companionship in memory.

I remember a few times, because I was left by the teacher to tutor and write practice questions, you were waiting outside the classroom for my teacher to help us with tutoring and writing practice questions, I began to be afraid that you might not wait for me to go home, so my heart began to think cranky, without a little heart to write the practice questions assigned by the teacher, at this time, time began to lose minute by minute, I was still wondering if you would go home without waiting for me, when I looked outside the classroom, but found you, you were standing outside the door waiting for me, It's getting dark, you just read through the faint light outside the classroom, I saw a scene, my tears almost slipped down my face, my hand kept writing the exercises, and I kept thinking about finishing the writing as soon as possible and going home with you Suddenly, the teacher said: "Stop, you can go home at this end today" I heard the teacher say this, quickly packed my schoolbag and ran to you as fast as I could, smiling and saying to you: "Let's go!"

You nodded to me, I walked out of the campus with you without a few lights, and under this bustling light, I got on the bus with you and went home.

Having you by my side along the way makes me not feel lonely; Having your laughter along the way makes me not feel lonely; With you along the way, I'm not alone; I am blessed to have you along the way.

In my memory, there is always a pile of fiery red charcoal, like beautiful flowers, exuding a faint fragrance, exuding the fragrance of love.

Every time I flip through the album, I will stare at my grandfather's ** for a while, and my heart can't help but feel sorry.

I like to eat roasted corn.

As soon as I entered the courtyard gate, I saw my grandfather chopping wood. Standing next to a log about 40 centimeters in diameter, with his feet apart and his legs bent, he squatted down and raised the axe above his head and slashed it downward. Just listen to the "click", and the log is halved.

My heart shook as well. Grandpa always could accurately divide the log in two. After a while, there was a pile of firewood on the ground.

Grandpa's face was full of smiles and beads of sweat.

Grandpa picked up some firewood, piled it in small piles, spread some dead grass on top, and then put a few more pieces of firewood on it. Grandpa took out the fire sickle from his pocket, approached the dead grass, and skillfully wiped it three times, and suddenly sparks splashed, and as soon as a few fell on the dead grass, the dry grass rose up with a light green smoke. Grandpa puffed up his cheeks and blew gently, the black smoke became thicker and thicker, and sparks finally appeared in the dead grass, and when he blew harder, the flames rose.

Grandpa picked up the fan next to him and kept fanning, and soon ignited the firewood. The flames are getting higher and higher. However, after a while, the thick black smoke disappeared, and the wood gradually turned into red charcoal.

And the arrogant flame suddenly fell into a humble silence.

Grandpa gently threw the corn into the red fire, squatted down, and squatted on the ground because his legs and feet were not good. I ran to him and helped him up, but he crouched down again, and from time to time he turned the corn in the fire with two thin sticks. He flipped the corn a little, quickly pulled his hand back, and then flipped the rest of the corn in another position.

I tried to help my grandfather, but I always got burned by the merciless flames. The wind seems to be against me, and wherever I am, the wind is always on the other side of me, and the flames are blowing in my face. My grandfather didn't take special care of me, just smiled at me from time to time.

The wrinkles on Grandpa's forehead, in the light of the firelight, were like black-red ravines.

The corn is finally roasted. The smell of incense fills the courtyard. The fire hasn't been extinguished yet.

Grandpa took the big iron hook and slowly hooked the corn cob out one by one. The corn is golden in color with a characteristic charred brown color when grilled over charcoal. I didn't care about the hot hands, so I couldn't wait to take a bite, the outside was charred and the inside was tender, and the thick corn fragrance lingered between my lips and teeth

Delicious, delicious. Grandpa smiled, even the wrinkles were full of smile and satisfaction, and he helped me wipe the corn kernels at the corner of my mouth dotingly, and said, "Eat slowly, when you are hungry, grandpa will roast you again."

When I was thirteen years old, my grandfather died. Now, the traces of roasted corn in the yard of my hometown have long since faded, but the good memories of my childhood will never fade. That pile of fiery charcoal is the seed of grandpa's love.

The golden-brown corn, mixed with the charcoal-roasted corn, is like a beautiful flower, and has become a permanent fragrance in my memory.

As the saying goes: "There is a ** house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book." "The more books we read, the more insights we get, and from the books we can experience the heroic stories of one hundred and eight generals in "Water Margin"; experienced the perseverance of the four masters and apprentices in "Journey to the West"; Experience the arrogance and pedantry of the ancient aristocracy in "Dream of Red Mansions".

However, my favorite is "How Steel is Made".

This book is very meaningful, I owned it back when I was twelve, it was given to me by my best friend, and I cherish it. My mind took me back to when I was 12 years old, and I remember that I did very badly in the exam, only getting 60 points in English, and since then, I have started to give up English and become unkind to people. Seeing this, my friend bought this book for me, and I have been reading it all day long since I had it, and it turns out that this book has changed me.

I started to feel confident, and I firmly believed, "How can I not do what others can do!" "In the next exam, I was back in my eighties.

But not long after, I had another argument with my parents. The reason is simple: they don't let me watch TV.

I was too young to be persuaded to go back to the room, and when I got to the room, I opened "How Steel is Made", and the protagonist seemed to be telling me: "Don't be angry, they are for your own good, you see, watching TV for a long time not only affects learning but also makes me short-sighted, right?" Hurry up and study hard!

That's right, I'm going to take the time to study, this book has long outweighed its value, it is my mentor and friend, and it is an example of lifelong learning.

It's a book that lives in my memory.

Time keeps flowing, running past us, flying over our heads. In the rush of years, we forget and ignore the things that we think are insignificant, in fact, many of them are the most important warm and beautiful sunshine in our lives.

Every day, we hurriedly get up and wash. Hurry to eat, go to school, hurry home, and finally rest in a hurry. The cycle goes on and on, making our minds gradually numb, feeling that life is a long movie, and if you take some time to take it calmly, you will find that you have overlooked a lot of valuable things.

When we woke up in the morning, please look at the kitchen, the white-haired mother was preparing breakfast, it turned out that we ignored a figure. When we go out, please stop and listen, the mother with a slightly yellow face is kindly telling us to be careful when we go out, it turns out that we have ignored a word of advice. Although it is just a figure and a word of advice, what we ignore is the mother's meticulous care.

When we are depressed because of unsatisfactory test results, instead of lying on the table and crying secretly, please look up, a smile is blooming for us. When we fall because of the bumps in the road, don't slump, please stand up, pat the dust, a pair of friendly hands are about to lift us up. Although it is just a smile and a helping hand, what we ignore is the warmest encouragement of our friends.

When we accidentally hit a passerby while riding a bicycle, please listen carefully, and we are very grateful for his kind "It's okay, pay attention next time". When we were too anxious to run a red light, a responsible gesture from the traffic coordinator always allowed us to avoid a lot of danger. Although it is just a word, a gesture, we ignore the most genuine help of others.

If sadness, complaining, or even anger in life are understood as cold winters, please don't ignore the warm and beautiful things that make us happy, make us strong, and move us. These are the sunshine that pierces through the cold wind, and gives us light, heat and strength. In the rush of time, with more attention and calmness, we will regain the warm and beautiful things that have been forgotten and ignored, and continue to walk the road of life in the future.

The sun is blazing.

I jumped on a bus and got ready to go to a friend's house.

The air conditioner was on in the car, but the beads of sweat on his forehead were still dense. The drink in his hand has long been drunk, and he has forgotten to throw it away.

I opened the window and was about to throw the empty bottle out of the window, when a childish child's voice interrupted my movements: "Sister, don't throw it!" I turned my head and marveled at the fact that she had gotten into the car and sat next to me. Seeing me look at her, the little girl's face flushed slightly.

Sister, don't throw it. You see there's Aunt Cleaner in front. I followed the direction of her finger and saw a faint orange figure. Because of myopia, I can't see clearly, but the orange color is very dazzling.

So what, don't you still have to clean it, do you want me to get out of the car and hand it to her? "I'm very irritable in the summer, so I said impatiently. "But ......Aunt Cleaner can bend over less. The little girl said timidly.

Listening to her words, I was a little ashamed. The teachers in the school impatiently teach us to talk about civilization every day, but when it comes to practical application, they forget the back of their heads.

At the moment of speaking, the car was already about to pass by the cleaning car. I hurriedly opened the window and threw the empty bottle into the open window of the cleaning cart.

The bus sped by, leaving behind the sight of the cleaner's aunt bending over to clean up the garbage.

I turned my head to look at the little girl, and her innocent smile made me laugh too.

Just as I was immersed in this innocent smile, the conductor's aunt reminded me to get off the train.

After getting off the bus, I reluctantly watched the sweet smile on the bus. Through the window, the little girl beckoned to me mischievously. I couldn't help but wave my hand. Looking at the bus that was far away, I didn't leave for a long time.

That little girl was a window in my heart, and it was she who taught me to think about others, even if it was a very insignificant person.

Alas, I wish I could see her again.