过去

一切都是瞬息，一切都可能以往;而那过去的，便会变成亲切的怀恋。

——作文题记

学习之余，我坐着窗前遐思，想我那漫长的将来、我那丰富的事实和那往日的一点一滴。追忆不断涌现的基本都是那亲切的怀恋。

那就是一个艳阳高照的早上，姥姥教我骑单车。愚钝的我却驾驭不了这高傲的单车。我次地从单车上坠落，姥姥次将我搀扶。她不辞劳苦地教我骑单车的方式，又次的帮我示范性。总算，苍天苦心人。我懂得了。在我可以自身独自一人掌控这单车时，姥姥望着我那一身的灰尘慈爱地笑了。那微笑迄今留到我的脑子里，多么的慈爱，多么的亲近。

那就是一个烈日万里晴空的晌午，姥姥帮我洗床单。我坐着姥姥身边，看见她用那布满皱褶的手费劲地帮我洗床单时，我的心里酸酸的、特别疼。我是不会用绮丽的语言表达感激姥姥，也不会用一个甜甜的吻感激姥姥，我只会扑倒在姥姥的怀里，在她那茫然的目光中痛哭一场，表述我对她的爱。那一个情况令我多么的想念。

那就是一个低沉灰暗的傍晚，姥姥躺在医院病床上静静地关注着我。一家人都是在这里，可姥姥自始至终拉着我手。可能是姥姥和我的情感并不是他人所要比的吧!她那昏暗的面色看起来是那般的晃眼，使我闭上眼静静地啜泣。姥姥用那仅于的一点气力抚摩我的面颊，仿佛在倾吐我们曾经的日常生活中的一点一滴。在她命不久矣的时时刻刻，大家就是这样在一段段亲切想念中渡过。姥姥最后如一株耗光活力的绿色植物，爬行到大地面上。在那一刻，我明白了，她交给我的仅仅是那数不尽的追忆。有辛酸的、有愉快的、有悲痛的、有幸福快乐的，但是无论是怎样的追忆，全是我那深爱着的姥姥交给我的，全是那亲切的怀恋。

我想说的是，有你们的每一天，太阳是璀璨的。

谁还记得逝水年华，谁服务承诺谁的天长地久?谁还记得彼年肉豆蔻，谁默认谁的地老天荒?黑与白岁月，大家用璀璨的字的笔画装饰设计彼此之间的五彩缤纷颜色。

谁还记得锻炼身体的话上，谁为谁递上的矿泉水?鲜红色的跑到上挥笔着不辞辛劳的汗液，半空中划到一道道唯美的斜线，又渐渐地挥发看不到。通过清澈的太阳，我看见了一张张璀璨明亮的笑容。不管完成是否，大家一直不放在心里，大家享有的是全过程，而太阳灿烂的日子里，印证我们曾经的欢歌笑语。

谁还记得教室里门口，谁为谁悄悄把着风?那了解的烟味儿，曾是让人闻而胆寒的“香飘飘奶茶”，一声“来了来了”，不知道是多少秒的等候做为成本。一只只缄默的“代罪羔羊”接纳着烟味儿的浸染，那冉冉升起的烟雾却过虑着双方的光亮笑容。太阳灿烂的日子里，印证着我们曾经的守卫。

谁还记得院校的林**上，谁和谁悄悄的细言?大家相互之间阐释着人和人之间的少年心事，大家手拉下手一起满校园内的疯跑，不理睬身后火冒三丈的教师。那一双双在夜晚间闪耀的双眸，点亮彼此之间心灵的黑喑。大家因彼此之间的开心而开心，为彼此之间的忧虑而忧虑。我没有什么勇气断裂我的翅膀，可是我会努力向着你们传授给我的方位展翅翱翔。太阳灿烂的日子里，印证着我们曾经的依靠。

我还记得，这种我通通还记得……我找不到那不属于大家的灿烂忧愁;我听不见，那不属于大家的失望音乐符号;我闻不上，那不属于大家的阴晦气场。

我明白了，自身并不是归人，只是过客，热闹九月，我又该启航。但使我们就是这样紧握彼此之间的手，死都不松掉!我们在持续发展持续历经持续听话，但请亲爱的你们始终还记得，那太阳灿烂的日子里，落下来的是大家天真幸福快乐的所有!

太阳总在风吹雨打后。”常听到有些人埋怨自身压力太大，可她们却不知道，有时候过载反倒会激起激发潜能，展现出一种更加强悍的能量。

常常慢跑的人一定都是有过这样的历经吧!一般跑到某一个部位时，会累到上气不接下气，觉得腿像注满了铅般厚重，每再多跑一步全是难熬，感觉早已过载，抵达本身身体素质的極限了，因此通常便有些人在这时候停息了。其实不是，这个时候才算是激起你潜力的黄金时间。你只需再次坚持不懈，提升极限点，以前这些沉痛的觉得便会化为乌有，取代它的的是轻轻松松及其浓浓的魅力。这，就是过载后所展现出的无穷动能。

以前读过一个故事，也是与负载相关的。小故事是如此的:爸爸和儿子俩人驾着一艘小船行车在平静的水面，一阵疾风呼啸而来，本来晴空万里的河面一瞬间越来越波澜壮阔了。小帆船在广阔无垠的湖面上晃晃悠悠，好似一片树叶般微不足道。眼见着船就需要翻了，孩子手足无措，只目不转地呆着。这时候爸爸像想到了哪些一样，大喊道:“快往船仓里注水!”说也怪异，当船仓里的水逐渐变多，小帆船也渐渐地停下了晃动，爷俩人安全性了。这个故事也表明了:当超过一定负载时，会产生意料之外的結果，获得出乎意料的意外惊喜。

“不经历风雨，怎能见七色彩虹?”不必习惯埋怨压力太大，而要懂得坚持不懈一下，再坚持一下，当超过一定時间、一定水平时，取得成功当然在向你挥手。这就是过载的吸引力所属。

“没有压力，谈何驱动力?”有时候，过载可以展现出无尽动能，就看大家是不是能坚持不懈了。

英语翻译

Everything is instantaneous, everything will pass; and what has passed will become a cordial nostalgia.

--Inscription

Apart from studying, I sit by the window and think about my distant future, my fulfilling reality and the bits and pieces of the past. The memories are all that kind of nostalgia.

It was a sunny morning, and my grandma taught me to ride a bicycle. I am clumsy but can't control this arrogant bicycle. I fell from the bike time and time again, and my grandma helped me up. She took the trouble to teach me how to ride a bicycle, and demonstrated to me again and again. Finally, Huangtian paid off. I have learnt it. When I was able to ride the bicycle by myself, my grandma looked at the dust covered with me and smiled kindly. That smile is still in my mind, how kind and kind.

It was a noon in the scorching sun, and my grandma washed my clothes. I sat next to my grandma and watched her wash me with her wrinkled hands. My heart was sore and painful. I don't thank grandma with gorgeous words, nor thank grandma with a sweet kiss, I will only rush into grandma's arms, cry in her bewildered eyes, and express my love for her. That situation makes me nostalgic.

It was a dull and dim dusk, and my grandmother was lying on the hospital bed and watching me silently. The whole family is here, but grandma is always holding my hand. Maybe the feelings between my grandma and me are not comparable to others! Her faint yellow complexion looked so dazzling that I closed my eyes and sobbed silently. Grandma stroked my cheek with that little strength of Yu, as if she was telling every bit of our life. At the moment when her deadline is approaching, we just spent a period of affectionate nostalgia. The grandmother eventually crawled to the ground like a plant exhausted with vitality. At that moment, I understood, all she left me was countless memories. There are sad, happy, painful, and happy, but no matter what kind of memories are left to me by my beloved grandma, they are all kind of nostalgia.

I want to say, every day with you, the sun is bright.

Who remembers the passing years, who promised that the earth will last forever? Who remembers that year of cardamom, who acquiesced in who is old? Black and white, we use brilliant strokes to decorate each other's colorful colors.

Who remembers the pure water for whom at the sports meeting? The red one ran up to it, swaying hard sweat, drawing beautiful arcs in the air, and then slowly evaporating. Through the clear sunlight, I saw bright and bright smiling faces. Regardless of success or failure, we always don't take it to heart. What we enjoy is the process, and in the sunny days, we witness the laughter we once had.

Who remembers by the door of the classroom, who secretly kept the wind for whom? The familiar smell of smoke was once the audible and frightening "fragrant fluttering", with a "come here", I don't know how many seconds of waiting is the price . The silent "scapegoats" were tainted by the smell of smoke, but the rising smoke ring filtered each other's bright smiling faces. In the sunny day, witnessing our past protection.

Who remembers who was whispering in the forest at the school? We told each other about our youthful thoughts, and we ran wildly across the campus hand in hand, ignoring the beard and staring teacher behind us. Those eyes twinkling in the dark night illuminate the darkness in each other's hearts. We are happy because of each other's happiness, and sad because of each other's sorrow. I have no courage to break my wings, but I will try my best to spread my wings in the direction you taught me. In the bright sunny day, we have witnessed our dependence.

I remember, I remember all of these... I can't see the bright sadness that doesn't belong to us; I can't hear the lost notes that don't belong to us; I can't smell the gloomy breath that doesn't belong to us.

I understand that I am not a returnee, but a passer-by. In the prosperous September, I should set off again. But let us just hold each other's hands tightly, and never let go! We are constantly growing and experiencing constant sensibility, but please always remember, my dears, that all of our innocence and happiness fell on that sunny day!

the sun is always behind the storm. "I often hear people complaining that they are under pressure, but they don't know that sometimes overloading can stimulate people's potential and burst out a more powerful force.

People who often run long distances must have had this experience! Usually when running to a certain position, they will be exhausted and panting, and they feel that their legs are as heavy as lead filled. Every further step is torment, and they feel overloaded. , Reaching the limit of one's own physical energy, so some people often stop at this time. In fact, this is the best time to stimulate your potential. As long as you continue to persevere and break through the limit point, those heavy feelings before will disappear, replaced by lightness and full of vitality. This is the infinite energy burst out after being overloaded.

I have heard a story that is also related to load. The story goes like this: the father and son are driving a small boat on the calm water, a gust of wind whizzes past, and the calm water suddenly becomes choppy. The boat swayed on the vast water, as small as a leaf. Seeing that the boat was about to capsize, the son was panicked and just stayed blankly. At this time, the father seemed to think of something, and shouted, "Fill the cabin!" It was strange to say that when the water in the cabin gradually increased, the boat slowly stopped shaking, and the father and son were safe. This story also shows that when a certain load is reached, unexpected results will occur and unexpected surprises will be harvested.

"How can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" Don't be used to complaining about the pressure, but learn to persevere and persevere again. When it reaches a certain time and a certain degree, success will naturally beckon you. This is the charm of overloading.

"There is no pressure, where is the motivation?" Sometimes, overload can burst out infinite energy, it depends on whether we can persist.