[Composition Title]

In everyone's heart, there are some unforgettable past, or a kind of family, or a kind of friendship, or the blue sky that once passed away, or the babbling brook in front of the village in childhood. These beautiful memories accompany our growth, flow in our blood, and become a spirit and a belief. Because of their companionship, we will feel more sunshine than rain, more warmth than cold on the way to growth. How can we forget these beautiful things?

Please write a composition on the topic "How can you forget".

Requirements: Complete the questions on the horizontal line; Self determination; Style selection; Not less than 600 words.

[Model Text]

How can you forget that night

The autumn wind is bleak and leaves are falling one by one. I still remember that day, that night, autumn was very strong.

The weather in September, after an autumn rain, added a little cool. Looking out of the window at the gloomy weather, it seemed that an urchin had knocked over the ink and covered it, which infected my heart. I sat in the classroom, holding the results of this week's test in my hand, listening to the teacher's instructions again and again, and outside the window, parents looking forward to their children

When the teacher read my name, I hesitated for a long time before getting up from my seat. I'm struggling, mom. How can I tell you later? Will you be disappointed?

Step by step out of the classroom, but not your face, but your uncle who is far away. My uncle took my bag and walked ahead without saying a word. I was about to say something, but my voice seemed to be stuck in my throat. There was only the sentence "Grandma died" frozen in the air. The sound of two big birds flapping their wings in the sky and the "squeak" of fallen leaves under their feet disappeared.

When my uncle and I arrived at our hometown, it was evening. The old man in the countryside led a group of sheep by, and the sheep disappeared in my sight. I saw your red and swollen eyes, sitting quietly in the courtyard, looking up as if looking for something. The darker the night was, the blue sky in the countryside was clear, and a bright star hung in the sky. It took a long time to reflect from the thoughts. The thin body stood up from the chair and shook, as if a gust of wind could blow you down. We were sitting in front of the window. When you opened your mouth, the hoarse voice startled me. You shared your childhood with me like a child, and talked to me about Grandma's nagging. Tears ran down silently. I looked at the moon, the obvious wrinkles on your face and the tears in your eyes. I gently soothe you, just like you lulled me to sleep when I was crying as a child.

The blue and transparent sky is outside the window. Do you have wonderful childhood memories in your dreams? The night is still long, but it will always be light.

That night, you talked about your memories like a child, like a girl who lost her doll. Maybe one day, like you, I will experience the only way of life: separation in life and death. But now, I just hope that the day comes later, let me see you more and let me do more for you.

The autumn wind is raging, and the future is very long. I want to listen to your stories about autumn slowly.