In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition, and college composition (essay). Do you know how to write a good essay? The following is a 500-word essay that I compiled on a scene that is frozen in my memory for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. A 500-word essay on images fixed in memory 1
Many touching stories are not mixed with too many words. Just a look or an action can warm people's hearts.
There was a hint of heat in the evening. Just after the summer heat, the weather became gloomy, as if people were suffocating. "Ah, what's going on?" Why is there an old man on the side of the road? , his head was bruised a little, with a trace of blood oozing out. There were several adults around who seemed to be talking on the phone, but no one came up to help grandpa, so he just let him lie on the cold road.
I crossed the road and asked an uncle, "What happened?" The uncle said, "The old man fell down, and he fell hard." "Why didn't anyone get up? Help him." "Hey, who dares? What if I have to rely on you?" I heard the passers-by saying, "This old man is so pitiful. Go up and help him." "Why don't you help him?" "I'm afraid he'll rely on me." "I'll take pictures too, so I'd better call 120."
My heart froze when I heard these words. I was about to step forward to help him. The little girl carrying a schoolbag helped the old man up earlier than me. She slowly helped the old man up from the ground, picked up the old man's crutches on the ground, and helped the old man walk to the side steps little by little. The summer heat made her face My body was covered with large beads of sweat, dripping down my cheeks. My thin legs were taking heavy steps, with a slight tremor. Even my breathing became heavy, and I followed her footsteps every time I exhaled and inhaled. , the passers-by around him were quiet for a moment, and they were all looking at the little girl.
She carefully placed the old man on the steps, took out the toilet paper handkerchief from her schoolbag, wiped the blood on her forehead carefully bit by bit, and gently used her hands to remove the dust on the clothes, "Click. "This scene shocked me and will remain in my mind forever like a photo.
Later, the ambulance came, and the girl left with the car. No one knew who she was. She never said a word during this, but her glorious image was fixed in my memory. Remembering has become my motivation to do good and beauty. A 500-word essay on images fixed in memory 2
There are always some memories that are outdated. Although it is old, it is like an imprint in our memory that cannot be removed. It has to make people miss it. Some things are not something we can just forget if we want to. There will always be some beautiful pictures fixed in our memories.
My hometown, I haven’t been back to my hometown for a long, long time. This time I returned to my hometown. The dilapidated hometown reminded me of the moments when I grew up here. Nostalgic and unforgettable memories of childhood. This picture will be fixed in my memory forever.
During summer vacation, I always live with my grandma in the old house, because it is still very cool in summer. There are many big trees around. I heard from grandma that those big trees are quite old. They were there when grandma and grandpa got married. So when I was little I loved playing in the yard behind the house. Carrying a small stool and holding a fan in his hand. Sitting on a stool, fan blowing gently. Looking at the big trees in front of me, there are peach trees, willow trees, orange trees... I am eating freshly picked peaches in my mouth, they are so sweet, so comfortable!
Every time in the evening, grandma would return from the fruit and vegetable garden where she grew vegetables. I still have my favorite vegetables in my hand. I often wait for my grandma to cook something delicious for me when she returns from the fruit and vegetable garden. Every time that happens, I will be very happy.
In the hot summer, grandma always hangs watermelons in the well in front of the house. After two or three hours, grandma will fish them out again. But it was cold when it came out! Grandma cut it open, and I couldn't wait to take a piece. Ah, it was so crispy and refreshing~
I miss the past time, what things I miss, and those people. Even though they are already fixed in my mind.
But the good times that belong to me are gone forever! A 500-word essay on a picture fixed in memory 3
Time is like water, passing by in a hurry, and many things are slowly changing with Shi Jiamei. The picture covered with mist is a picture fixed in memory. Attacked again...
I deeply remember a night when I was preparing for an exam many years ago. At night, there was silence. I lay in bed and couldn't sleep for a long time. The huge pressure before the exam and the frustrations accumulated in my chest seemed to be looking for a breakthrough. If I was not careful, I would vent it out. Except for the ticking of the alarm clock, there was no other sound around. Everything was very quiet. My thoughts from the past to the present were so entangled that I didn't have the courage to review anymore. No matter how hard I try, I make no progress. At this time, my stomach growled twice, and I walked to the refrigerator. I didn't want to find something to eat, but I bumped into my mother. She was exerting force on me, as if she had just woken up from me. He looked at me, and I replied softly: "I'm a little hungry." "Wait a moment, there are some dumplings in the refrigerator..." Before I could finish speaking, I got up and went to the dumplings in the refrigerator, and hurriedly Go to the kitchen. I made up my mind, pulled out the chair, and sat down. The night was still the same, as quiet as a pool of water, all the creatures were wet, everything was comfortable and peaceful, it seemed that only my mother and I were left. The mother's figure was reflected on the glass. After a while, the dumplings came out of the pot, and a large amount of steam sprayed out. The force gradually blurred, and the mother's figure also blurred. The glass could only show the figure of the mother shuttling back and forth. I don't know why. , but this picture was fixed in my mind, lingering...
After a while, my mother brought the dumplings to the table. She looked satisfied when I ate them, smiled, and stood up again. Go get busy.
Many years later, every time I encountered a rainy day, a picture would come to mind: In a quiet night, my mother cooked dumplings for me, and the water vapor blurred her figure, conveying love silently. With encouragement, a trace of warmth surges into my heart, and I can easily get through no matter how heavy the storm is. A 500-word essay on images fixed in memory 4
What I envy is often not the couples in their prime, but the old people who support them until they grow old. ——Inscription
There are always too many pictures worth recalling in my memory, but what I will remember forever, I will hide it deep in my heart. But most of it is about you. Thank you for your existence, letting me know that there are mutual feelings in this world, and teaching me how to have a wonderful life. Thank you, my grandma.
When I was a child, my mother often took me to visit my grandmother. Grandma's house is like a garden, not big but with a silent sense of fulfillment. There are vegetables and flowers planted there, and there is a scene of "delicious grass and colorful fallen flowers". I have so many wonderful memories there that I cannot describe the beauty there in words.
I will never forget my grandma’s simplicity, whether it is her home or her people. She always wears simple monochromatic clothes and baggy pants. She likes simplicity, but she may not know that he is so complicated and important in my heart.
She is like a gust of spring breeze, blowing open my little green buds; she is like a ray of sunshine in early spring, melting the ice and snow that has been pressing on me all winter; she is like a drizzle, Let me, who is thirsty and helpless, drink my fill and continue to grow.
Later, grandma left. But she just walked away from my life, but she is still in my heart and has never left.
Perhaps she took root in my heart, so that I still love her even after she left me for several years.
Thank you for allowing me to meet you in this life. I will keep you in my memory forever. A 500-word essay on images fixed in memory 5
"Xiao Gong!" Xiao Hu greeted me enthusiastically and smiled mysteriously at me: "I saw you on the photo wall below today. It’s not bad!”
I was stunned and immediately remembered what was going on. It’s a long story...
Last month, Teacher Gong took A list was read out loud in the class: "Classmate Xiao Xiang, Classmate Xiao Xiao, Classmate Xiao Gong..." When I heard my name, I was shocked. I couldn't have done something wrong, right? Nothing happened? But I haven’t done anything recently? I thought to myself.
After listening to the second half of the teacher's words, I breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that I was going to take pictures! It really scared the baby to death! I followed the large group downstairs in a daze. Time flew by and I was here in the blink of an eye. I awkwardly walked onto the lawn with an uneasy feeling, my palms kept sweating, my hands kept clutching the corners of my clothes, my heart was in my throat. There was a "click" and the stiff smile on his face was frozen at this moment.
Thinking of this, I am a little worried, how embarrassing it would be if the stiff smile was displayed in public! So, I pulled Xiao Hu downstairs and ran towards the wall of honor. I saw my stiff smile from afar, and we all burst out laughing.
When I saw the “student” Fang next to me, my smile became even brighter. Student Fang usually speaks actively and raises his hands in class; his handwriting is clean, neat and beautiful; his accuracy rate is excellent whether it is homework or dictation; he is happy and helpful after class to help students solve problems, etc. In our class, only Fang and I are on this growth display star. After thinking about it, there are so many outstanding people in the class, why am I the only one? Since the teacher did not choose anyone else, it seems that I also have my own merits! For example, my speech in class is now much better than before, my handwriting is more beautiful than before, etc. I will work harder and make progress in the future. I hope to be on this wall of honor again and stand shoulder to shoulder with the outstanding representatives of the class.
This photo will be my best memory in school, and it also inspires me to reach higher levels! A 500-word essay on images frozen in memory 6
Father Time cannot stay forever, but it will be frozen in memory.
——Inscription
When I think of my mother, there are too many pictures floating in my mind. But only the one who is irreplaceable in one's heart can be called fixed.
A young and elegant mother took some people to chat in front of her house. The sunshine escaped Ye'er's arrest and sneaked onto my mother's face, making her look a little divine. The upturned corners of his mouth, his smart eyes, and his proud nose sandwiched between them, gave him the appearance of a kind and kind person. It's a pity that I couldn't take a photo, so I can only enjoy the beautiful scenery in my mind.
My mother used to be a standard housewife. There is nothing major to do every day, except for taking me to and from school, cooking, washing dishes and other chores. Even she sometimes complains that she is bored. But now I am so busy that work has become the main task. Although I had a mobile phone, I didn’t have the chance to take pictures of the beautiful scenery. Sometimes when I look at the empty house, I can't help but remember that scene and savor the precious beauty alone.
The second thing that came to mind was my grandpa. Yes, how could I not remember him just after he left?
I really don’t remember as many images of my grandfather as my mother, or maybe I remember him the least. If I am paying attention to the main character, my grandfather is more like a background wall to me, but I remember the close-up of the background wall.
One summer vacation before school started, I stayed at my cousin’s house. When I saw this scene at that time, I couldn't help but be speechless and lamented that "Xin Qiji and Su Dongpo of the bold school are nothing more than mediocrity."
Under the bright sunshine, a kind old man was holding playing cards in his hand and accompanying his poker friends. entertainment. The gentle breeze ruffled the coat on his side, as if begging for his attention. But his eyes were only fixed on the cards in his hand, not distracted at all, he was extremely serious. The generous smile on his face is more memorable than that of Su and Xin.
Now that my grandpa has passed away, I can only remember him through the painting in my mind.
There are many pictures in life that I would like to freeze, but Time is not partial to them. He can only freeze them with memory and savor them alone.
——Postscript: A 500-word essay on pictures fixed in memory 7
Sometimes, some memories will be deeply engraved in the mind; sometimes, some pictures will also Forever fixed in memory.
My mother’s back is forever fixed in my memory.
The stars are dotted, emitting a faint light. I closed the curtains and fell asleep with the stars.
I fell asleep quickly and had a sweet dream. But the bad thing is that I woke up from the cold soon. I have had a bad habit since I was a child, kicking the quilt when I go to bed at night. But luckily, I have never caught a cold. Just as I was about to cover myself with a quilt, I heard shuffling footsteps outside the door, slowly walking towards me.
The door was opened cautiously, and a woman with disheveled hair came in. I narrowed my eyes to a slit and looked quietly through the gaps in my eyelashes. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be my mother. Wearing only a thin singlet and pajamas, I continued to pretend to sleep. My mother picked up the quilt with her hands and covered me gently. Just as she was about to go out, she came back again for some reason. Looking at me, he carefully tucked the corners of my quilt for me, and his cold hand accidentally touched my chin. At this time, I could no longer hold back the tears that were about to fall. A tear slid down the corner of my eye, forming a streak of water on my face. My mother gently wiped away my tears, and the cold breath passed through my skin and came to my heart, stinging me.
My mother left quietly again, leaving a thin back figure that caught my eye. I tossed and turned on the bed, replaying every move my mother made just now in slow motion in my mind, and every move pulled my heart. In the end, this picture kept replaying in my mind. I knew that this warm picture had been engraved in my heart and fixed in my memory.
This picture fixed in my memory is sweet and warm. Therefore, you came to my dream, making my dream sweet, and letting this picture stay in my memory forever. A 500-word essay on the picture fixed in memory 8
On the ribbon of memory, there is a picture called happiness. It is fixed on the sweet and sour growing grape trellis, and on the carefree grassland of childhood.
It was a sky as deep as sapphire, with a touch of orange-red sunset on the horizon, and the breeze gently blew the hair around the ears. There were three innocent girls chasing each other, and the sweet honey in their hearts flowed into a river and a string of laughter. The beautiful time at that moment will always stay in my memory, reflected in my tearful eyes. It turns out that this is called happiness...
The three innocent girls are my cousin and I. Girls. We grew up together, slept in the same bed, shared the same cup, even walked hand in hand and didn't want to be separated.
That time was the last time we caught grasshoppers together, and it was also the happiest time for us. The thick evening breeze blew the three of us childish faces, and we chased, ran, sang, and shouted tirelessly... When we were young, this was called happiness, but when we grew up, we realized that this is called happiness. The friendship between us is so pure and the air is filled with the smell of our happiness. They are younger than me, but their love for me is no less than my love for them. During the six years we were together, except for school time, we were always together and did everything together.
That kind of intimacy and attachment were the unique wealth of our childhood.
As we grow older and the pressure of study increases, the time and frequency of reunions become less and less. We who are separated will eventually forget each other as time goes by. People have grown up, but the feelings have not. We can never get back that childhood time, but will we choose to forget that happiness?
Taking out the old things in my memory, I burst into tears like eating sour grapes, but my heart was also filled with joy.
It is fixed in the long river of my memory. Still so clear and never fades. Because it is called happiness, it is the wealth I treasure, it is the witness of our friendship and beautiful family ties, and it is the beautiful memory of our happy childhood.
On the ribbon of memory, the scene of catching grasshoppers for the last time is still clear and clear despite the vicissitudes of life. Looking back at the clear picture frozen in my memory, I gently said to myself: Farewell, childhood. A 500-word essay on images frozen in memory 9
This summer vacation I went to Wuyi Mountain. The cultural heritage of Wuyi Mountain is inseparable from Zhu Xi. Zhu Xi came here from the age of 14 until his death at the age of 71. He experienced more than 50 years of studying, writing, and teaching.
After hiking up Tianyou Peak, I only know Tianyou Peak because every time it clears up after the rain or when the morning light first appears, when I climb to the top of the peak and look at the sea of ??clouds, it is like the waves of the sea, which are unpredictable. It feels like being in Penglai Wonderland, traveling in the Heavenly Palace and Qiongge, hence the name "Tianyou".
Although climbing Tianyou Peak is the most tiring part of the trip, climbing to Dengfeng gives you a panoramic view of the small mountains, the vast sea of ??clouds, the suspended peaks, the winding winds, and the swaying bamboos. Everyone in Wuyi Mountain has a panoramic view, which is breathtaking. Be open-minded and forget to leave - it's worth it! I deeply feel worthy of Xu Xiake: "It can conquer all the Jiuxi without being near the stream. This peak should definitely be the first."
We climbed up the bamboo raft along the stream. When the bamboo raft drove out of the beach, we saw a glimpse of it. Looking around, there are stones all around. The famous Dawang Peak, Yunv Peak, Tianyou Peak, Sanyang Peak and Sangu Stone are particularly enchanting. The boatman was very funny. He told us about the origin of these stones while swinging. Nature is really a uncanny carver, designing so many strange-shaped rocks. After the boatman's humorous introduction, each stone may have a little more spirituality. Time passed so fast, I had to say goodbye to the bamboo raft reluctantly.
"If you don't travel to the sky, you're traveling to Wuyi in vain; if you don't sit on a bamboo raft, your journey is in vain." These are two sentences that people in Wuyi Mountain often talk about.
The magical Tianyou Peak and the beautiful Jiuqu River.
That beautiful picture is still fixed in my memory. A 500-word essay on pictures fixed in memory 10
Pictures fixed in memory are often beautiful, unforgettable, and full of positive energy. I have a very unforgettable thing.
One time I was going to Mudanjiang to visit my brother. Because my mother had something to do, she asked me to take a bus to find my brother. My mother told me to get off the bus at the Children's Palace, so I listened to my mother and got off at the Children's Palace. But after I got off the bus, I realized what "unfamiliar place" means.
After getting off the bus, there were no familiar faces, and I didn’t know where to find my brother, so I wandered around the place where I got off the bus. After much thought, I decided to ask a middle-aged man for help, but he turned me down. My cry for help was extinguished by a basin of cold water, leaving me in a very embarrassing situation. I had no choice but to walk back and forth on the street. Suddenly I saw a Russian store and I walked in.
The store owner is a woman, probably in her thirties. Wearing a black coat. The skin is yellow and the big eyes look very kind. I bought two lollipops in this store, one for my brother and one for myself. After buying it, I asked this aunt to lend me her phone. However, due to the rejection experience just now, I felt unsure, but I still mustered up the courage to say to my aunt, "Can you lend me your phone and I'll call my brother?" The aunt smiled and said, "Okay! "After hearing this, I was like a thirsty person who found sweet water. With the help of this aunt, I successfully found my brother.
It’s been a long time since this happened, but that aunt’s gentle smile has been fixed in my memory, allowing me to see hope when I was helpless. This smile was like a light in the dark night. , illuminate my way forward. A 500-word essay on images fixed in memory 11
A few days ago, my long-sick grandma’s condition improved, so our family of three decided to accompany her for a walk at the beach in the evening.
Walking on the seaside in a cool night with a clear breeze, the tall and majestic trees on both sides of the road grow with lush branches and leaves, and the dim light shines, leaving mottled black shadows on the ground. A breeze blew by, and the leaves swayed with the wind, startling a bird on the tree. My father and I took a leisurely stroll, and unknowingly, we distanced ourselves from my mother and grandma.
When I crossed the road, I realized that they had not followed me. I stopped and turned around to wait for them quietly.
After a long time, I became a little anxious, so I turned back to look for them. On the opposite side of the zebra crossing, I finally saw their figures. I walked with light steps through the passing traffic, twisting and turning. When he turned back to greet them, he accidentally glanced at grandma.
Against the backdrop of bright street lights and tall tree shadows, at that moment, I was suddenly shocked to find that my grandma’s hair was all white, her thin figure, trembling steps, and casual movements. The silver hair blowing in the wind immediately stuck in my mind.
A gust of wind blew by, the branches and leaves trembled, the shadows trembled, and my heart trembled. Once upon a time, the breeze blew, and my grandma’s black hair was flying in front of me; once upon a time, my grandma was carrying me on her back and playing in the park; once upon a time, I was following my grandma hobblingly, trying to catch up with her pace;… ….
However, everything has changed now. As time passes by unconsciously, I gradually grow up. However, my grandma becomes old and weak, and time quietly changes everything. I'm helpless and can't change it, but I think I can cherish it now!
I walked towards my grandma, gently held her hand, and walked slowly together, walked slowly...
At that moment, my grandma’s figure will always be fixed in my memory forever. A 500-word essay on images fixed in memory 12
Only after bathing in the warm sun can one know the warmth and beauty of the sun; only after experiencing falling leaves can one be afraid of the passing of time and that time will be pale and superficial.
——Inscription
Warmth
The autumn mood is getting colder, I opened the window lightly, and I only felt a golden sunshine enveloped me, dispelling the autumn mood. It's cold, I close my eyes, and then I think about the winter in paradise. Is there such a bunch of warmth, quietly spreading to a certain place of white snow, intertwined with the ambiguous dots of red in the plum blossoms. Put away the kite of reverie, open your eyes, and see the golden leaves of the tree under the sunlight outside the window, dancing with the wind, and the rustling sound weaves into the first song in the morning. The golden leaves and wind dance with the sunshine, and this moment is fixed in my memory and treasured.
It will eventually pass away
The wind and leaves are spinning in the air, and the leaves are going to sleep. The wind sends it on its last journey, giving it a golden life, spinning out A perfect ending with few regrets, Ye'er's life is also perfect. The buds of spring are his ignorant childhood and colorful youth. As time goes by, they grow up and enter youth, which is Xia, the generous one. In order to cover the summer sun, the leaves lost a trace of blazing heat and gained a trace of coolness. In a blink of an eye, summer turned into autumn, and the young people turned into waning years, but they still held on to the hope that they could play beautiful sounds even in their waning years. It will eventually pass away. Finally, he is tired and rotates with the rhythm of the wind, adding a perfect ending. When the leaves fall with the wind and its gorgeous "turn around", this moment is worth remembering, because it is the ending of a life, destined to "falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." It is fixed in my heart in memory.
Only after bathing in the warm sun do you know that beauty cannot be retained; only after experiencing falling leaves do you know that time will still be pale inadvertently. Even if it is "short-lived" or "still pale", they are still pictures fixed in my memory, just because it was a short life, it is also worth cherishing. A 500-word essay on images fixed in memory 13
In the quiet days, I grew, moved, and gained. There are also charming scenery in ordinary years. Dad's love is the most beautiful picture in my memory.
The sky in July is like a child’s face, it changes at will. I was making up for my classes during the summer vacation. One afternoon when school was about to end, there was a sudden strong wind, thunder and lightning, and then it started to rain heavily.
I thought it was a thunderstorm, which would subside after a while, but the rain was still pattering outside the classroom, endlessly. I started to get restless. How could I get home in such heavy rain? Ding Ling get out of class was over, but everyone lost their energy and languished in the classroom.
Alas! Sighs spread throughout the classroom. I looked up at the sky, which was still so gloomy. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush home.
Ah, why is it raining so heavily? In less than a moment, I was soaked all over. Forget it, they're all out. I tried to comfort myself.
Finally arrived home. My grandparents walked out of the door quickly and took my schoolbag for me.
Where is your dad? have no idea. How could it be? When it rains, he will give you a raincoat. Confusion and worry suddenly flooded Grandma's face. She walked quickly back to her room, but no one answered her calls, one, two, and three in a row. What's going on? Shouldn't it? Bah! Look at my crow's mouth. Grandma said to herself.
After 12:30 at night, dong dong dong, I strode to open the door, Dad, are you back? Grandma also came over quickly: Where have you been, kid? Sorry, sorry, I was waiting for him at the school gate. Suddenly a car came over and knocked me down. My hands were bleeding, so I had to go to the hospital first. I'm sorry I couldn't give you the raincoat. I looked up at my father. His dark face was covered with traces of rain and mud. Although he was wearing a raincoat, his clothes were completely soaked.
I stepped forward and grabbed my father's hand. Through the gauze, I seemed to see a bright red wound. My tears suddenly flowed down, fell on the gauze, and merged with the solidified blood. My eyes suddenly froze.
People often say that maternal love is like water, but I believe that father’s love is not only as majestic as a mountain, but also as delicate as water. As evidenced by the picture fixed in my memory, I firmly believe it. A 500-word essay on images fixed in memory 14
In life, some things are as light as floating clouds and are left behind, while some things are engraved in the heart and unforgettable.
Everyone has unforgettable things. Those things that are fixed in your mind, some make you laugh, and some make you cry.
I remember that day, my little cousin who was only three years old came to my house to play. We played hide and seek in the house. Because I was too big, I couldn’t be hidden anywhere, but my cousin’s body was too big. Small and nimble, he is hard to find. Once, whenever I looked for him in a house, he would run out of another house and go into his lair.
But it’s not like this every time. Once, after I had just finished counting fifty times, I turned around and saw my cousin in a bedroom. Why? Because he was sitting behind the bed, but one of his legs stretched out of the corner of the bed, so I planned to scare him. I tiptoed to my cousin. At this time, I suddenly yelled: "Brother , I found you!" I saw my brother looking up, with a natural look on his face, silly and very funny. I couldn't stop laughing, and then my cousin reacted and laughed too.
This incident has long been fixed in my mind. To this day, whenever I think of my brother’s silly look, I regret not taking a photo of him. If I had taken a photo of him and printed it into a photo , put the photo on the desk, look up and laugh every day, what a joke it will be!
Once again, he came to my house for some reason. He was already a six-year-old child at this time, but when we talked about it, we still laughed.
That is an interesting childhood incident that is frozen in my memory, a beautiful picture that is frozen in my memory. Essay 500 words 15
On the way to school, the sun sets in the west and the gorgeous sunset glows Dyeing the sky into beautiful satin. I was walking slowly in the busy streets alone with my heavy schoolbag on my back. The shouts of vendors, the honking of cars, and the playing of children seemed out of place for me when I was alone.
Today’s quiz in school still lingers in my mind, and I can’t get it out of my mind for a long time. The weather in October is like the ever-changing face of a baby. At this moment, drizzle has begun to fall in the sky, and pedestrians have quickened their pace. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to stay under the bus plate for a while.
After a while, the rain did not stop at all, and even gained momentum. I didn't dare to stay any longer, grabbed my schoolbag and rushed into the rain, running anxiously home. When I came to the intersection that I had to pass, I saw my mother standing in the rain, in the same position where she usually waited to pick me up, and there was no shelter at all.
After my mother saw me running towards her, a smile broke out on her face and she said: "I originally wanted to go home and get you an umbrella, but I was afraid that you wouldn't find it after I left, so I will always be here. Waiting for you." My mother said so calmly with a smile, but my heart was already filled with ripples. I also smiled and answered my mother: "Then let's go home quickly. My schoolbag is almost wet."
That scene has always been fixed in my memory. When I think of the scenes when I was a child, I will It is clearly discovered that the figure waiting at that crossroad has never changed, and has never moved. Regardless of spring, summer, winter, autumn, or severe cold and heat, that figure has become eternity in the passing years. The drizzle of that day disappeared in the season that just passed, but the scene of that day has never faded in the years that have never stayed.