The deepest memory is composed of 366 words.

It's a sunny winter afternoon. I am on my way to the bookstore, and there are many pedestrians on both sides of the road. At this time, a fashionable young man was eating a cake while walking, and then the wrapping paper of the next cake fell off. The newspaper hovered low in the wind. I took a look and didn't answer, thinking, "It doesn't matter." Others just looked up at the paper and fell to the ground bit by bit.

When buying books, I saw through the glass window that the plastic paper was still moving bit by bit with the wind. At this moment, an old lady on crutches came from a distance. She walked with difficulty, hunched over. The wind blew the paper on her feet. She lowered her head and looked around. After hesitating for a while, she slowly bent down and picked up the one on the ground with her hands. Then I stood up bit by bit, holding the tree next to me with both hands. I staggered to the trash can and carefully put the crumpled paper into the trash can. Then she left as if nothing had happened. I stood in front of the glass and watched her leave. The aging figure gives people a fragile feeling. When her figure disappeared into the sea of people, I realized that there were many pedestrians like me on the roadside. Wait a minute.

There will always be people or things that impress you everywhere in life. A drop of water can reflect the brightness of the sun. If you are a conscientious person, you will find lofty ideological quality and great spirit everywhere!

The most profound memory composition

The past is like smoke, but I still remember it vividly. It always reminds me to be a tolerant person.

I remember it was a winter, the cold wind was blowing hard, and the small trees on the roadside swayed gently with the breeze. Walking on the road, I couldn't help reaching into my pocket and shrinking my neck into the neckline. I can't wait to go to bed at once! At this time, the familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes. It's her, the aunt who always pushes the car to bring delicious breakfast to people in the cold and hot summer.

It's so cold, why did she come out to sell breakfast? At this time, a disheveled young man came from a distance and said gruffly, "Hey, a bag of soybean milk." Aunt smiled and said, "OK, another steamed bun or steamed stuffed bun?" "No need." The young man said coldly. Aunt picked a bag of warm soybean milk and told her, "Young man, take it!" " "The young man seems to be absent-minded. As soon as he took it, the bag of soybean milk fell to the ground with a bang. "What's wrong with you! "The young man shouted. Without saying anything, the aunt bent down, picked up the bag in the trash can, took a new bag of soybean milk, cut a small mouth in the upper left corner with scissors, inserted a straw and handed it over enthusiastically: "Take it!" The young man took the soybean milk, paid the money and walked away silently. I went over and asked, "Aunt, it was obviously that young man was wrong just now. Why did you buy him that bag of soybean milk? " "It doesn't matter if you do it yourself." Aunt said.

What a simple language and a kind heart. Yes, if my aunt wasn't more tolerant, friendly and kind, how could things end like this? Everything is that this aunt doesn't care about personal gains and losses, and she doesn't care about other people's attitudes. She is a warm-hearted and kind person!

This incident left a deep impression on me. Every time I think about it, I think of that aunt. I thought, when I grow up, I want to be like her!

The most profound memory composition

I haven't talked to you for a long time, and I haven't heard from you for a long time. It seems that you have completely disappeared from my life.

How long did it take from friends to lovers, from lovers to strangers? How many lonely nights, the loneliness of keeping a room empty, only my lonely face is reflected in the dim light.

Finally, I deleted all your contact information on the Internet, but left your number in my mobile phone. I always hate deleting that number. Never, never look back at the words I wrote, never listen to sad songs in your space, never see any information about you, I'm afraid I can't help looking for you.

It turns out that two people who used to be intimate are not even as good as passers-by. It turns out that two people who care so much about love will completely lose contact. A love road that is neither too long nor too short is bumpy. At the end of the road, I am the only one watching it alone. I can't contact you anymore, and I can't say much, because those words have been said countless times, and I will feel bored, so I'd better keep silent! Heart, no longer painful, no longer painful, but always inadvertently think of you, do not want to recall, but everything will always come out inadvertently. Maybe there are some similarities in personality, and I can't forget you all the time. I admire you from the beginning to the infatuation with you later, and I still can't forget you until now. Some people, the more they want to forget, the more they remember.

You live in another place thousands of miles away from me You have your happiness, and I have my sadness. Some feelings can only be kept in my heart, and some people will never see them again. Happiness comes, but it is always too short, and sometimes it has left before it can be savored.

Everyone is a lonely individual, learn to be strong, learn to be brave, learn to bear, and you can let go. Feelings will be strong and weak. Even if there are thousands of give up and give up, it can't stop it from leaving.

Delete everything, but can't delete the deepest memory. That is easy to copy!