回忆 600字高中英语作文

　　The wind made, still under the rain outside the window. The crystal clear raindrop became rain fell from the window. -- " I squint,hunched over, idly out of bed. Suddenly, a compact phone woke me up from the dim sleepy. I tripped lightly, flew down from the two floor. "Hey, man?" "My, oh! Where are you now?" How? Be in. "Don't ask, anyway, is a good thing, come on! I wait for you at the bridge, Be There Or Be Square oh!" Before I could answer the phone, only the "beep" sound. This guy, when his home from the bridge so far...... I put the phone down, looking out the window of the downpour, the eyes of the discursive meaning, but a bit more. Wash, eat, dress, everything is ready. I took the money to catch the bus. It is a rainy day, the car was crowded with people, stop and go all the way, time consumption by half, but is still very crowded. The car moist air and messy talk sound disturbed my peace of mind. I have a look watch, yeah! There are 5 minutes to over time she and I agreed. Click click click ~ ~! In one point one time went by, I became more and more be on tenterhooks. At another station is coming, but there was a traffic jam. When the car song, I look out of the window at the rain, a drop of a drop of rain on the window, into the rain, slid down the slide down. Somehow, my impatience less. The station is fifteen minutes. I jumped off the bus, Ran Ran, thinks she is waiting for me. The rain beating on the head, but not their umbrella. Shoes and stepped into the pool, seemed to lose consciousness in general. The umbrella, the familiar figure, is she! She is still waiting for me! Getting closer, until I see her long hair was wet by the rain, until I see her wet skirts...... I laughed until she rushed. I thought she would blame me, thought that she and I will not be friends or even more serious consequences. But had not thought she unexpectedly threw me a smirk. I called her stupid, so big rain, do not hide to shop to go to. She laughed. I have red eyes in her finish a sentence after the tears. She said, afraid that I couldn't see...... She finally opened the locked the palm of the hand, the beautiful crystal ball, she says, is she not recharge my gift. On that day, the summer morning, she and I are in the bridge looking at the rain, chat, journeying laugh...... After that, whenever I encounter difficulties, will think of her, because she always gave me endless strength. In my mind, lingering. Life there is always something to stay in their own life, do not go, deep in my heart, always give yourself prompts, encourage. Memories are always touches the heart, every thing is a movie clip, continuous up into a movie.

我的妈妈

　　Mother "is a holy and lofty word. It brings to mind hardworking, competent and selfless love. My mother is a hard-working, competent people. She is to work, and to manage the housework. Every day, busy, busy, but is, she always can arrange work and life have to have the reason, of do their job well. Because of this, my mother's colleagues and neighbors uncle, aunt always kua she can do, I also secretly admire mother's talents. Mother is a teacher. She loves her students. To recognize true and responsible work, also willing to accept the school assigned tasks. And can always get things done. On one occasion, the school will take the "children". My mother busy all day. In class during the day, noon to go home, to rehearse dance and sing a song... Night, still open lamp, corrects students' papers, prepares a lesson, my mother was like this for three days and three nights, harm she was ill, but mom don not shout, or so in the past. In the home, mother is also summarized the housework in the home line. Every day cooking, sweeping, washing clothes... She did a light Loose easily, quickly. Especially the cooking craft, really let a person full of praise. Once home to the guest, I thought: "today is a good meal." I quietly walked into the kitchen to see mom cooking. See mother chest wearing an apron, in cooking. In a short time, in front of turnip Fried good, fragrance pubi come, my mouth water. After an hour, the table already filled with delicious food, have a big, red shrimp, radish scrambled eggs,... I ate up to Wolf down, the guests eat with relish, mother also kua well done. My mother is an ordinary person. But her diligence, she do, however, make I admire, I often secretly think: growing up I must be a mother. The word mother though insipid, but the deepest love is every heart, the person mother's love is the world's most selfless, the most pure, the most simple and honest, for their own children are always generous, because you are her most want to protect, care, love.