I can't forget his composition 1. I met a good composition about my friends when I was in kindergarten. If you get a chance to meet him, I think you can't help saying, hey! If it isn't the big head son! Yes, he is my good friend, the big head Medyoung.
Mei Deyang not only has a big head, but also a pair of watery eyes like a girl. He is friendly to every classmate, especially to me. Every time I queue up to play games, he always likes to keep me company; Always show me any interesting toys; But what I can't forget most is his wonderful violin sound.
I remember the summer vacation of senior one. I haven't played together for a long time, so I went to see him. I heard the wonderful piano sound as soon as I entered the door. The sound of the piano is sometimes like the sea, with rough waves; Sometimes it is like a bright moon, peaceful and quiet; Sometimes it is like a stream, rolling smoothly; A string of notes, like a picture scroll, makes people relaxed and happy, forgetting all their troubles and replacing them with beautiful enjoyment. Until today, the sound of the piano has been lingering in my ears. Therefore, I have never forgotten him-Mei Deyang.
I can't forget his composition. During the National Day holiday, I just went to the piano shop to learn piano, went home to practice piano, and traveled back and forth at two o'clock every day. One day, on the way to the music store, I saw an old man in his sixties wandering in the street.
He-wearing a loose white shirt, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a pair of black casual shorts, plus a pair of brown leather shoes, carrying a white bag full of garbage in the street.
The first day I met this old man, I thought he was a cleaner at first, so I ignored him and went on my way. Later, I saw that he didn't wear the orange vest, and there were many people around him, covering their noses, looking at the white-haired old man with disgust. I can't help looking at him and feeling sorry for him.
When I came home from piano lessons and passed this street, the old man didn't know where he had gone, and there was almost no garbage in the street.
In the afternoon, when I was practicing piano and writing handwritten newspaper at home, I kept thinking about the old man, so that I always played the piano wrong and wrote handwritten newspaper wrong.
The next day, when I passed this street again, the old man was standing in the middle of the street, trying to pick up the garbage. Suddenly, a stranger came running. The old man seemed surprised. They talked about it. I listened to two sentences, and the strange man said, "Dad! Please don't pick up garbage here, our family has money! Why do you want to mix with this cleaner! " "I didn't." It turns out that this old man is not a cleaner!
Grandpa's contribution will never be forgotten by me! I can't forget him!
I can't forget his composition. In my daily life, there are many people of all colors. There are world-famous bosses, police officers who dare to do good deeds, teachers who take care of us, and so on. Maybe you can't forget these people, but the one I admire is him.
He has big bright eyes, bushy eyebrows and ears like the moon. His black hair is like a small thorn ball. He is so cool.
Although he looks like an ordinary person, his cooking is amazing.
Once, he and I went to Tianfeng's house to play. Tianfeng saw us and even said welcome. After playing for a while, we began to play "Empty City". I asked Tianfeng, "Tianfeng, do you have food at home?" I'm very hungry. Tianfeng said, "I am hungry, too, but my parents are not at home today." . There are only some dishes left in the kitchen. He stood up and said loudly, "Let me cook you a delicious meal, ok?" All right! Tianfeng and I answered happily, only to see him go into the kitchen, pick up the rice cooker and wash rice with skillful techniques. Then he took out a piece of meat and cut it off with a delicate knife. Every piece of meat is very uniform. Then he took out two eggs and beat them a dozen times on the edge to separate the yolk from the protein. Then, he picked up the shovel and pot, put the eggs and meat under it, lit the fire, fried the eggs and meat, and refueled ... Before long, a mouth-watering table was completed. I ate with Tianfeng.
He is a man of exquisite cooking, and he is my friend-Lin.
I can't forget his composition. His face is round, and there are many black and long hand hairs like bugs on his small arms. He carries a bag all year round.
He has two nicknames, one is Wolverine and the other is the patron saint. Why do you call him that? Because there is a troublemaker in our class, every "war" in the class is caused by him, and other students and troublemaker pk are "gone and never returned" But when the patron saint and the troublemaker PK, maybe who won. Because once the two of them launched a "life-and-death struggle", the troublemaker used one of his deadly skills, one of which was so simple that even a child could kick horizontally, but the lethality was still very high. The patron saint jumped out of his killing skills. The patron saint answered one of his killer weapons, "Nanquan". The troublemaker fell to the ground with a "ah". This "life and death duel" witnessed a real king, so we are not afraid of being bullied by troublemakers.
I remember one New Year's Day party, I performed Taekwondo with him and two male students. When we are practicing, he will do some funny actions to make us laugh, but when we are serious, it is completely different. Every action is very powerful.
Can you guess who he is? He is Lai of our class. Although he has transferred to another school, I will not forget him. Alas! It is really easy to see when it is different!
I can't forget his composition. In the morning, the clouds in the sky are densely clustered together, which constitutes my thoughts. I touched the leaf with my hand, but I didn't know that tears had fallen and his figure reappeared in my mind.
Memories come to mind, reflecting the fun of my childhood with him. ...
"Hey, look!" He shouted excitedly, and when I looked back, he became a little clay figurine, lifelike. Two years older than me, he seems to be more naive than me, playing games and knowing everything. I really envy him! We are going to play by the stream along the path.
What is the sound of "Hua"? He rushed up and saw only the ripples on the river, and his eyes moved to the center. I shouted, "mouse", it fluttered about in the water, splashing. He frowned, grabbed a wide leaf, stepped into the water, bent down and gently carried the mouse ashore. After waiting for a while, I just stood quietly. Isn't that a mouse? Why should I keep it? There seems to be a wave in my heart, and the back of his moment is deeply imprinted in my heart.
But can you still see it now? I once tried to look for him by the stream, because you taught me to treat creatures equally, and I always remember his appearance.
This stream flows year after year. Holding broadleaf, I can't forget him.
I can't forget that his kind face is so kind and familiar. He always carries a sickle on his broad shoulders, and his black fur coat is so warm. His rough, strong hand gripped my delicate little hand tightly. He is my grandfather.
I took this photo, and the coat that my grandfather loved to wear before his death, that is, the coat in the photo. I rarely have whimsical moments, but I can't help but imagine that if one day my grandfather suddenly wakes up and plays happy games with me, my tears will drop on my grandfather's photos one by one, reminding me of my grandfather and me.
I once went to grandpa's house to play. My grandfather is a farmer, and my mother's family is out on business. So my grandfather took me to the field and looked at me while working. My eyes are so kind, I am playing in the field. Suddenly it began to rain cats and dogs. Grandpa quickly took off his coat and put it on my back, put it on me and ran home with a sickle. I saw my grandfather's hair was wet, and rain fell from his hair on him. The "Jin Doudou" in my eyes fell on my grandfather drop by drop. When I got home, I was not wet at all, and grandpa's wet water was flowing downwards.
Grandpa, your body is in the land, but your soul has flown to heaven. I will never forget you.
I can't forget his composition. In my mind, what I remember most is my grandfather. He's great. Why do you say he is good? You will know through these two things.
On Saturday, I went out to play and brought a pair of shoes. Because these shoes are worn out! I went to a shop and saw an old man. The old man said, "Little friend, you should come to repair shoes, right?" I nodded. I gave him my shoes. I just want to get the money. Where is my wallet? You won't leave it at home, will you? I quickly said to my grandfather, "You stay here for a while and I'll get the money." Grandpa said, "OK, you go and get it!" I searched for my wallet as soon as I got home. I looked and looked, but I never found it. Suddenly, it occurred to me that the money was in my shoes. I thought, "Grandpa won't eat my money, will he?" I hurried back to the original shop, and the grandfather said, "Little friend, didn't you just take money to pay for it?" Then grandpa gave me his wallet. Without saying anything, I quickly opened it and counted it. Not bad at all. I gave it to him 10 yuan. Grandpa said, "Here you are. I don't need so much. I have to be honest in doing business. " Grandpa got my money back. I looked at his kind face before I left, which benefited me for life.
Look, I can't forget him. He let me know that people should do things like grandpa-be honest.
I can't forget his composition. I can't forget that man. What an excellent people's teacher he is.
I can't forget our beloved teacher Yang, which is deeply imprinted in my mind. I will never forget Miss Yang. Although there is nothing special about Mr. Yang, he is very important to me because he will teach me seriously as long as it is a topic I don't understand. Once I didn't do well in the exam, and Teacher Yang encouraged me. Don't lose heart. I believe you'll do well in the next exam, and you'll get something for your hard work. Miss Yang's hair is black. She has a big nose. When she smiles, her mouth is like a banana, and her ears are big. She still wears this pair of glasses, which makes her look like a scholar. Miss Yang is of medium height.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Why can't I forget Miss Yang in my mind? Because we are about to graduate, I don't have much time to have classes with Miss Yang, so we should cherish this short time. Because on June 18, we will leave the campus, miss Yang and enter the new school in junior high school. New classmates, teachers and Miss Yang have been asking us to study for so many years, and Miss Yang has trained me for so many years. I can only repay you with the exam results. I want to say thank you!
Miss Yang, you are the best teacher in my heart!
I can't forget his composition 9. Life is in a hurry. There are always some people in the sea that you will never forget. Maybe he only met you once, maybe he is the closest person to you. And what I want to write is my kind uncle who has only met once.
Time has passed for a long time, and time has been forgotten, but I will never forget his appearance.
That winter, I rubbed my hands with cold and the bus came. I got on the bus and took out two yuan from my pocket. The driver said coldly, "Yangjiang to Changsha, three yuan." I paused, and there was no money in my pocket. I looked at the passengers in the car with begging eyes, and they all looked indifferent. I am desperate. Although there is heating in the car, I still feel like I am in the Xuan Bing. At this moment, an uncle in a black suit and red tie came over and helped me drop a dollar. He is a white-collar worker. Although he is dressed in black, he looks like an angel in the dark. I blushed and said to him, "Thank you." Uncle smiled and said nothing.
When I came back from grandma's office, I got on the bus again. The uncle happened to be still here, and he might be off work. I quickly took out a dollar from my pocket and went to my uncle and said, "Uncle will pay you back." Uncle smiled and said, "No, don't care too much about the trivial matter of one yuan." I feel warm from his smile. It's the stop. I got off the bus.
Thank you, uncle. I don't know, uncle. I can't forget it. Although I don't know my uncle's name, I still want to say to him sincerely, "Thank you, uncle. I won't forget it."
I can't forget his composition 10. He has been studying with me since I went to kindergarten. He has big watery eyes and a nose as big as a grape. He has thin lips and is not tall. The reason why I can't forget him is that he is very kind and loves to help others. ?
I remember once, I went to play basketball with him. We're fighting each other. Only this time, he served the first ball, patting the ball tightly with one hand and running all the way, and the speed was so fast that I couldn't stop him at all. I had to chase him, chase, chase, chase, and suddenly there was a loud cry of "Ah". My knees are on the ground and my hands are rubbing against the basketball court. At this time, I found that my feet had been skinned and bright red blood was flowing from my wound. I was so painful that he looked at my wound and said to me seriously, "Don't be nervous, I'll take you to the school doctor's office right away!" "
I frowned and said, "Good." So he helped me to the school doctor's office with difficulty and comforted me all the way, saying, "Nothing, it's just a broken skin." After a while, I went to the school doctor's office. The doctor looked at it and said calmly, "Don't be nervous, just rub some mercurochrome!" " After rubbing the medicine, he helped me out of the classroom to rest, which made me very moved and I will never forget it!
I can't forget his composition 1 1. He has been studying with me since I went to kindergarten. He has big watery eyes and a nose as big as a grape. He has thin lips and is not tall. The reason why I can't forget him is that he is very kind and loves to help others.
I remember once, I went to play basketball with him. We're fighting each other. Only this time, he served the first ball, patting the ball tightly with one hand and running all the way, and the speed was so fast that I couldn't stop him at all. I had to chase him, chase, chase, chase, and suddenly there was a loud cry of "Ah". My knees are on the ground and my hands are rubbing against the basketball court. At this time, I found that my feet had been skinned and bright red blood was flowing from my wound. I was so painful that he looked at my wound and said to me seriously, "Don't be nervous, I'll take you to the school doctor's office right away!" " I frowned and said, "Good." So he helped me to the school doctor's office with difficulty and comforted me all the way, saying, "Nothing, it's just a broken skin." After a while, I went to the school doctor's office. The doctor looked at it and said calmly, "Don't be nervous, just rub some mercurochrome!" " After rubbing the medicine, he helped me out of the classroom to rest, which made me very moved and I will never forget it!
He is so kind and helpful! I will learn from him in the future and be a kind and helpful person.
I can't forget his composition 12 There will always be an unforgettable person in everyone's heart. Let's open our hearts and tell his story together!
He is over 60 years old, but he is still strong, like a strong young man. His life is simple. He always wears a white shirt and a pair of black trousers. His clothes have no patterns and are very out of date. He is-Teacher Xia. The first time I met him, it was an outdoor party class held by the teacher of Tsinghua Youcai Training Class. At that time, we met him in front of the jewelry store next to the Youth Culture Square. He writes on the ground with a big pen. The whole class was stunned by the big pen and came in. Wow! What a big pen! Almost as tall as me! The teacher chatted with Mr. Xia for a while. Mr. Xia didn't speak Mandarin very well, so I leaned in to chat. From Mr. Xia's mouth, I know that he has been writing calligraphy for more than ten years. Except when it is windy and rainy, Mr. Xia can't practice calligraphy on the floor. Mr. Xia practices calligraphy on the floor by the Yangtze River every day. Mr. Xia also wrote the idiom "virtuous and virtuous" for us. These words are clean and powerful. The teacher told us that the pen was actually not a writing brush, but a pen with a sponge tip and a plastic pipe. The pen tip is round and straight, which shows Mr. Xia's intention.
And because it is practiced on the floor, it is not ink but water that is used to write. Perhaps Mr. Xia is just an old uncle who can't speak Mandarin in the eyes of others, but in my eyes, he is a teacher and a representative of persistence and perseverance.
I can't forget his composition 13. Memory is like a petal, floating to and from home.
"Grandma, I'm coming to see you!" I ran into the house happily. My grandmother is old and her ears are a little hard to use, but as soon as she hears that I'm back, she will immediately cheer up, jump out of bed quickly and say with a smile, "Hey, how about a tremella lotus seed soup?" I wanted to refuse bitter lotus seeds, but I couldn't bear to refuse grandma's kindness, so I nodded my head. Say that finish, grandma went into the kitchen. After a while, a fragrance came from the kitchen.
"Come on!" With the white smoke, grandma came out, just like a fairy stepping in the white fog. Grandma put the porcelain bowl with tremella and lotus seed soup on the table.
Smelling the fragrance, I couldn't help but pick up the spoon and eat it, but unexpectedly, the lotus seeds are not as bitter as before. I asked my grandmother curiously, and she smiled and said kindly, "I have picked all the lotus plums from the lotus seeds!" " Just waiting for you to come. "At that moment, I suddenly choked up.
Look at grandma's rough hands, and then look at the white tremella lotus seeds in the bowl. A tear fell from my cheek and flowed into the tremella lotus seed soup.
Seeing this tremella lotus seed soup, lotus seeds are lying in the tremella boat like newborn children, which contains grandma's deep love for me. Grandma, I will never forget you!
I can't forget his composition 14. The person I admire most is an uncle who doesn't know his name. Every time I think of him, I have an indescribable warmth.
It was a dark night, and I hurried along the empty street. The night is already deep, and this dark road is particularly gloomy and terrible. The huge building next to it is like a terrible monster, ready to eat me. Suddenly, I felt my foot slip, and then I fell heavily to the ground. A strong feeling came to me, and that was pain. I really wanted someone to help me. There was silence around at that time, and I didn't find anyone passing by in the distance. Near near, an inclined shadow is coming towards me. Ah, but he is a disabled person. Suddenly I feel that my hope has failed. Can he help me? After all, he can't even walk steadily. Just thinking about it, he came over and helped me up with a cane without saying anything. At that moment, I thought his hands were the warmest in the world. Stumbling away and disappearing into the night. I don't even remember what he looks like, except that he is a man of medium height with neatly cut hair. I still remember his hard but strong figure.
I can't forget his composition 15 "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly remembered home." I first met Li Bai from a Chinese book because of this poem. Li Bai is a poet in the eyes of the world. He is generous and informal. With the in-depth understanding of him, I found a richer side of Li Bai.
"Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." Every time I read this poem, I seem to follow Li Bai to Lushan Mountain and see the beautiful scenery of the waterfall running down. Li Bai is a poet who likes to travel around the mountains and rivers. He has been wandering in famous mountains and rivers all his life. In this way, Li Bai, who loves freedom and does not fall into the world of mortals, makes me envious.
"Since god gave talent, let it be hired! , spin one thousand silver, all back! "Li Bai loves fame, but not for himself, but for the people. Even in the face of the exclusion and difficulties of powerful people, he will not give in. But Li Bai's integrity also doomed him to be difficult to integrate into the court and had to resign and leave. I was inspired by such a lifelike and arrogant Li Bai.
"Ten steps to kill one person, thousands of miles away." This is a poem from Li Bai's "Chivalrous Man", which is very strange! Li Bai is actually a chivalrous man. In fact, Li Bai's swordsmanship is very good, and he is called "the first chivalrous man in Tang Dynasty". How can I not admire a sharp-edged knight who travels around the world with a sword?
Although it has been thousands of years since the Tang Dynasty. I got to know Li Bai through books and screens. No matter how the long river of time passes, Li Bai's spirit will never fall.