New year's Eve is our Chinese traditional festival and the most festive festival in China. He symbolizes that the country will be richer and stronger tomorrow and the people's life will be better.
The night scene on New Year's Eve was really extraordinary: a big and round moon could be seen on the black screen. She seemed to smile and share the happy atmosphere of the festival with us. The scattered stars twinkled around, as if winking at me, expressing their greetings and wishes for our festival. When we were sitting in front of the TV and watching the Spring Festival Gala, the fireworks outside the window unconsciously rose to the black screen and burst out in the screen. It was colorful and very beautiful. The burst voice was particularly festive, as if to release all her vitality. The colorful firelight, set off by the black screen, looks particularly dazzling. Then, a succession of fireworks and firecrackers burst in all directions, and the sound was deafening. In an instant, the black screen had changed its color, yellow, red and green, and it was no longer dark.
'look, look & hellip& hellip;' I was stupidly absorbed in the sound of fireworks and firecrackers.
How long can such intoxication last? It won't be long.
At this moment, we can share each other's happiness together. But tomorrow, they have to go back to their own lives, make new plans for their own tomorrow, and strive for their own future. At this moment, I seem to be looking forward to & hellip& hellip; It is unforgettable and memorable; Childhood is carefree and unrestrained; Childhood is innocent, childish and ridiculous; Childhood is & hellip& hellip;
In short, everything in childhood is nostalgic and memorable.
With the loss of time and the shuttle of sun and moon, childhood has become my memory and my past, but he is deeply imprinted in my mind, which makes me unforgettable and unforgettable all my life.
How I want to go back to my childhood and our own 'small world'! Childhood! To our lost childhood_ 1100 words are like a pearl box of childhood, with laughter attached to white pearls and cool jadeite accompanied by a touch of sadness and regret. Black Agate decorates the crying when being beaten, and the advice of my parents turns into pieces of luminous gold. This is my childhood, like the childhood of a pearl box, my childhood.
Sometimes, I laugh when I recall.
Sometimes, when you recall it, you will burst into tears.
Looking at another myself from a distance, she has short hair, short, medium build and a bright smile on her face. She gently told me that I was like you when I grew up. I smiled and she said:
I am very happy. I am your beautiful childhood. I love to cry, laugh and jump. Whenever I walk along a path, I will always pick off pieces of grass leaves and small flowers, and play with me, carefree and carefree. I can kick up small stones on the road and whistle. That was my free childhood. She added:
I want to laugh, I can laugh loudly, and I can cry when I want to cry. I don't have to pretend to be strong. Enjoy that simple and simple happiness.
After listening to her story, I stopped laughing and tears came into my eyes. How I want to go back to that carefree childhood, that short period of time, the happiest time. Now I have waved my wings and sang the story of time to say goodbye to me. How many times.
Childhood is the most wonderful stage of life. At that time, the child is a flower and a fruit. It is a hazy intelligence, a never-ending activity and a strong desire. It is the sweetest candy in the world, the brightest rainbow in fairy tales, the brightest star in the night sky and the pink silhouette engraved in memory, It is the dew that blooms on the water, it is the rose petals sprinkled by the roaring of time, it is the past that can no longer be returned, it is a unique existence. When it can no longer come back, we must remember, remember all happiness and love, remember all pain and growth. Goodbye, childhood.
Goodbye, childhood.
You'll laugh when you come.
Sometimes, when you recall it, you will burst into tears.
Looking at another myself from a distance, she has short hair, short, medium build and a bright smile on her face. She gently told me that I was like you when I grew up. I smiled and she said:
I am very happy. I am your beautiful childhood. I love to cry, laugh and jump. Whenever I walk along a path, I will always pick off pieces of grass leaves and small flowers, and play with me, carefree and carefree. I can kick up small stones on the road and whistle. That was my free childhood. She added:
I want to laugh, I can laugh loudly, and I can cry when I want to cry. I don't have to pretend to be strong. Enjoy that simple and simple happiness.
After listening to her story, I stopped laughing and tears came into my eyes. How I want to go back to that carefree childhood, that short period of time, the happiest time. Now I have waved my wings and sang the story of time to say goodbye to me. How many times.
Childhood is the most wonderful stage of life. At that time, the child is a flower and a fruit. It is a hazy intelligence, a never-ending activity and a strong desire. It is the sweetest candy in the world, the brightest rainbow in fairy tales, the brightest star in the night sky and the pink silhouette engraved in memory, It is the dew that blooms on the water, it is the rose petals sprinkled by the roaring of time, it is the past that can no longer be returned, it is a unique existence. When it can no longer come back, we must remember, remember all happiness and love, remember all pain and growth. Goodbye, childhood.
Goodbye, childhood. To our dying childhood_ 550 words
'the beginning of the beginning, we are all children 'this familiar song echoed in my ears again, which reminded me of the story of the morning. It was my heart and could no longer be calm.
I will never forget this June day.
Ah, with a cheer, this very meaningful 61 day children's Day is officially opened. Who will be the first lucky person? We are curious and looking forward to it. I firmly believe that the head teacher on duty can always bring us good luck. Therefore, the first round of lottery starts with the person who can bring us good luck. There is another burst of cheers. LV Mingyue won the jackpot this time. What is the reward? Everyone was curious and looked forward to it. Finally, the teacher decided not to sell off, just be generous and indulge several curious children to peek. Finally, the answer was revealed. Tell a story, it swayed its body, smiled and betrayed her tension and embarrassment. A trace of blush appeared on her face, like a very ripe persimmon. at a loss.
She staggered onto the podium, stuttered and finished a story. She was relieved, returned to her seat with an embarrassing smile and shook her long and thin ponytail.
Time passed quickly. What I still remember is that everyone sang "no difference" together, 'because we are no different. When it is dark, we look up to the same starry sky without pursuit and pay. Where can we achieve success & hellip& hellip;'
Although the tune of this song is not accurate, it expresses our hot hearts one by one. The song is getting smaller and smaller, but the mood is getting more and more excited. There are many strange gifts: apple, notebook, singing a song and talking about an embarrassing thing & hellip& hellip;
This is probably the most meaningful children's day I have ever had.
The melodious song gradually faded away, and the program unknowingly came to an end. With the end of a "spring garden spring", our children's Day is officially closed.
Childhood is about to die, but she will always be remembered in my heart. Cherish our lost childhood_ 250 words time is like a white horse passing through a gap. Our life is in the red sun. When a red flower falls, it will reduce a spring. Not to mention that 10000 spring Reds are driven away by the spring wind. How can we not be sad if we still think of the passing of time!
Life is so short, and what we have to do is to find eternity in the short life. This eternity is knowledge. Cherish every minute, every second, and accumulate it to play an infinite role!
We always complain that time is running away too fast, we have no time to solve the problem, the bell at the end of the exam has sounded, we have no time to say goodbye to yesterday, it is already 0:00 in the morning... We always have no time, we always miss it, because we ignore that time will not stop, let alone go back. We are just passers-by of life, coming in a hurry and leaving melancholy.
The ship of life is in our own hands. Only ourselves know where to go, and others can't control it at all. The ancients hung a beam to stab the stock, just to get fame one day. We cherish time like gold and have a clear conscience when we step out of school in the future.
Life is short. Decades pass by in a hurry. Whether to do nothing or stand firm is all in one thought. Only by grasping time and studying hard can we find eternity in our short life! To our lost childhood_ 350 words childhood is a wonderful time that everyone has experienced, but it is unforgettable for a long time. Childhood contains childlike innocence, childlike fun, our smiles and happiness. Everyone's childhood is colorful. Childhood is the best time for each of us
My childhood was no exception. My greatest wish in childhood was to have a pair of wings and fly freely in the sky. That was so good. So I picked two leaves from behind the garden. The two leaves were very, very large. I took them in my hands, stood high and danced with my hands, thinking that I could fly, But I was wrong. I fell down from the top and cried loudly. Grandma hurried over. She was sweating. She called her father and sent me to the hospital. Fortunately, the doctor said there was no big deal. They were relieved. Grandma asked me why and why I fell from the top, I told my grandmother that I wanted to fly in the blue sky like a bird, so I fell from it.
Grandma touched my head and said I was stupid. People can't fly. I was half convinced and half suspicious at that time.
Now when I think back to the past, I can't help laughing. I think some students will be like me when they were young. They always love fantasy and cherish their childhood. Say 'cherish' for our lost childhood!! This year, the flowers fall silently - to our lost youth_ 1100 words, the warbler sings gently, and the flowers fall silently.
The sunlight in June has faded, and the color of April is shining, but it is not dim. Not yet officially graduated, but after the heavy rain on the afternoon of the 17th, the rain washed campus has not returned to the old noise. There is no rainbow, the pouring rain is still pouring, and the twilight has closed. Twenty five strings play the night moon, but it's a pity that there was no bright moonlight that night. A few melancholy scattered quietly under the haze of night & hellip& hellip;
How many people remember that when they first divided classes