Student essays
The raindrops snapped down on my face, and I knew that it had rained last night and that it was time to rebuild the house.
I got up and walked to the mirror to get dressed neatly, and saw my wife's ** pasted on the mirror, she was still as beautiful as ever, but my temples were gray and my face was old. I opened the door, and it was clear that the neatly arranged sandbags weren't defending my cabin like guards, but I was used to it.
Every once in a while, the sea level rises in this town, flooding the houses and forcing us to rebuild, so there is the spectacle of thousands of tall buildings sinking into the sea. As in previous years, he rowed back the cement and bricks by boat, built a new house brick by brick with a pipe in his mouth, and packed up the furniture and moved them to the new building as in previous years. Accidentally, my beloved pipe fell into the water, down the patio in the middle of the house, and sank into the depths until I could no longer see it.
I lost my beloved pipe, so I planned to buy a new one, but I was dazzled by the variety of pipes, but I was always disappointed. I casually glanced at the wetsuit hanging on the wall next to me, it was my dream when I was younger, although it was full of dust, it was still so fascinating, patted the accumulated dust, put it on and got ready, and "plop!" "I dived under the water, and after a while I saw the pipe that I had been thinking about, and I stretched out my hand to pick it up, and I couldn't help but think of it, as if I had seen my deceased wife pick up the pipe that had fallen for me, and I never dared to open the patio of this house, but this time, I wanted to see ......
There weren't too many things in the room, but when I saw the familiar old bed, I couldn't help but walk to the bed, which my wife had slept in. I remember the last part of the road I walked with her was when she was lying in this old bed. The sun was shining that day, shining through the window, reflecting between the old bed and you and me, it was a spring, there was no chirping cicadas, there were no fallen dead trees, some were just like the spring flowers lying in the snow slowly withering you, you smiled and stroked my face, wiped away tears. But the flower will wither, but love will never wither.
The next room is a lot bigger, there is a sofa in the room, this is my unforgettable memory, my daughter is smiling like a flower and her son-in-law is in love, the grandson is around the knee, our family is happy to sit on the sofa and take a family photo, in order to take this photo, I panicked when I pressed the camera, and almost fell! The way they were worried about me, funny but happy.
Moving on, in this room, my daughter brought her boyfriend home for the first time, the young man was very restrained, and my wife hurriedly urged me to go up and shake hands, oops! I'm nervous too! The valves of time opened one by one, and before I knew it, I came to the next floor. I saw myself when I was young, when my waist was still straight, and the jade tree was in the wind, graceful. Actually, my daughter was closer to me than her mother when she was a child. Further down, there is a cradle in the huge room, and the wife is coaxing her daughter to sleep next to the cradle, and I really want to tell the old woman that you are so good-looking as a mother at that time.
I looked back and saw that there was only one last patio left. Swimming slowly, it turned out to be my childhood, when the ocean was still far away from us. Outside the window, under the tree, I can still see my childhood playing with my wife. From childhood playmates to youthful ignorance, they will bring people to the road to spring, so I pressed the snow in my heart again and again, but she was so white and beautiful, and finally mustered up the courage to confess to her. We built this home brick by brick, and we even remember drinking red wine to celebrate our new home, and the embarrassment of getting drunk is still vivid. When I looked down, I found the cup of drinking back then.
When night falls, pour two glasses of red wine, although the glasses are still there, but the beauty has passed away......
In fact, what the sea destroys is memory, and memory carries time. The sea has drowned my past like time, my past is piled up with tall buildings, and the dreams of my youth are gray beside me, but I still toast to my ordinary but great life! To those I love, to those who love me.
Beneath the sea level lies the past, which falls with the sunset, and the hope of the present rises above the sea level. Then let the future come and let the past pass.