In my memory, though my hometown is a small village, it is very beautiful. When I was small, I liked to caught fish in the river, the water was so clean that I could see the fish. As I miss my hometown so much, last week, I went back to my hometown, I found the place in my memory was not like what it was. The trees were not that numerous, the roads became bigger, while there was less place for the river, I saw some dead fish in the river, the water was dirty, the river pollution was so serious! I couldn’t believe it, the beautiful hometown was destroyed by the pollution, it is people’s ambition results in it, they chase for the profit at the cost of polluting the environment. I wish people can pay attention to protect the environment, they are saving themselves, too.
They say just before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes,but that's not how it happened for me.
To be honest.I'd always thought the whole final_moment , mental life-scan thing sounded pretty awful.Some things are better left buried and forgotten, as my mom would say .I'd be happy to forget all of fifth grades,for example(the glasses-and-pink-braces period),and does anybody want to relive the first day of middle school?Add in all of the boring family vacations. pointless algebra classes , oeriod cramps and bad kisses I barely lived through the first time around...
The truth si, tough,Iwon't have minded reliving my greatest hits: when Rob Cokran and I first hhoked up in the middle of the dance floor at homecoming, si everyone saw and knew we were together,When Limdsay,Elodt,Ally,and I got drunk and tired to make anowangles in May. leaving person-sized imprints in Ally's lawn;my sweet sixteen party,when we set out a hundred tea lights and danced on the tables in the backyard.the time Linsat and I pranked Clara Seuse on Halloween, got chased by th cops, and laughed so hard we almost threw up-the things I wanted to remember,the thing I wanted to be remember for.
But before I died I didn't think of Rob ,or any other guy .I didn't think all the outrageous things I'd done with my friends.I didn't even think of my family , or the wat the moming light turns the wells in my bedroom the color of creamm or the way theazaleas outside my window smell in July, a mixture of honey and cinnamon,
Istead,I thought of Vickey Hallinan.
Specifically,I thought of the the time in fourth grade when Linsay announced in front of the whole gyn class that she would'nt hace Vickey on her dogeball team,"She's too fat." Linsat shouted out.You could hit her with your eyes closed."I wasn't friends with Lindsay yet,but even then she had this way of saying things that made them hilarious ,and I laughed along with everyone else thile Vickey's face turned as purple as the underside of a storm cloud.
That's what I remember in that before-death instant, when I was supposed to be having some big revelation about my past : the smell of vamish and the aqueak of our sneakers on the polished floor,the tigfhtness of my polyester shorts;the laughter echoing around the big,empty spave like there were way more thab webty-five people in the gym.
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