It was an unforgettable memory, an unforgettable childhood. On the day when I first took up my new schoolbag and went to school, I was finally able to go to school like other children. For me, this is my historic moment. My parents photographed this most happy and unforgettable appearance with a camera, which became the most gratifying thing for my parents. It has also become the happiest portrayal of my family. This unforgettable moment, so beautiful and sweet, has always appeared in my mind. However, beauty is only the past. In the long days, after repeated tempering, I honed myself as hard and weak as steel. No one will know the pressure of study, and no one will be pitiful. In the autumn when the leaves are falling, there is only hardship and only lost happiness. This is bitter. When I was a child, in the spring when a hundred flowers blossom, my childhood with beautiful dreams passed quickly.
So far, I will not shed tears in the face of the cruelty of reality, and my tears will be covered by that dark cloud. Childhood tears are so weak and stingy. Childhood dreams are colorful, as beautiful as a hundred flowers, unforgettable and unforgettable. At that time, there was no worry or worry. Childhood dreams are like the night sky, so broad and quiet. Childhood dreams are like countless stars. They only blink, can't talk, honest and calm ... countless stars, like countless dreams, flooded into my little head. Since then, I have been thinking about countless problems.
Growing up under the blue sky, dreams in the night sky are like small castles piled up on the beach and dreams by the blue sea; My son always likes to play under the banyan tree, and he also likes to sit there quietly and listen to the old story. At that time, the dream was green. When I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown and enjoy the golden leaves flying all over the sky in the autumn when the leaves were falling. At that time, my dream was golden. I always liked dreaming when I was a child. Walking in the dream can't find the exit maze. Being locked in the maze again and again, I feel so confused. In real life, when my fighting spirit is aroused, dreams are the color of fire. ...
Memories make everything in the world quiet, relaxed and warm, remind you of distant but not distant dreams, remind you of the rain, which is a beating melody. When you fall, there is a force watching you, reminding you to fly the paper plane under the blue sky and the dream you expect.
The clock can only go forward, not backward. Childhood has only aftertaste and memories. .....
Childhood has only memories, dreams have only creation, and the future has only struggle. .....
Childhood is a thing of the past. Only by remembering those little things and accumulating more experience can this road get wider and wider. Everyone has his colorful childhood. Childhood is the most precious thing in life. This is the beginning of your life. If you have it, you have a lifetime. We should cherish it.
Dreams often change. Dreams are the goal that people pursue all their lives. Only struggle, struggle, dreams can be realized, and that will become a reality.
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Only by remembering everything will you feel good. ...
2. It is difficult to stop the time from passing in a hurry at the beginning and end of retrospective composition. Just like those things that can't be kept, even if there is too much reluctance and attachment, it will not help. Maybe what is lost is doomed to be lost. Too much importune will only add unnecessary wounds, but that regretless heart makes me hard to let go for a while. .. Yellowing memory slowly falls off in my mind, but it is broken all over the floor when I bend down to pick it up. Maybe I should forget it and really shouldn't remember it again, but God gave me such a strong memory. No matter how much I want to get rid of everything that goes wrong, everything seems so futile under my repeated insistence. Fireworks bloom in the dark night, dye the darkness gorgeous, and then wither like flowers in late spring. Gorgeous and bright light refracts in my eyes, flits lightly like a cloud, and disappears without a trace like a spring dream and autumn cloud. I can't remember it clearly. Eternal will always be Leng Yue in the sky, unchangeable will always be prosperous and lonely, and eternal will always be the years when Xiao Ni used me.
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3. Recall the beginning and end of the composition. That road ... bid farewell to that tall building, and my father and I embarked on a dirt road back to our hometown.
The wind gently caressed my cheek, cool and warm. I just had a quarrel with my mother, and I felt uncomfortable, but now I feel much better, like a cup of green tea. Somehow, I accidentally noticed the uneven dirt road under my feet. Ah, the same as before, as if nothing had changed.
I remember when I was a child and didn't study, I always let my brother, who was ten years older than me, drive me around this road with that old bike. This is not just a roller coaster. For a while, it seems to be at the broken mountain cliff, and for a while, it seems to be at the top of the mountain, but it is not so fun on rainy days. It was muddy all the way, and some of it was mixed with the feces of chickens, ducks and geese, which was disgusting. Therefore, if we want to go, we have to go from other people's vegetable fields. After a long time, their vegetable fields have been "reclaimed" by us. I had a big fight with my grandmother for this! Fortunately, my grandmother is a famous "quarrel master" in the village.
The tree is singing softly and quietly. What is it singing? ..... Look, home! -Second, the house ... Grandma's house is small, but it contains many happy memories of my childhood. This is a very shabby house. Three tile houses were built in 1986. According to my father, such a house was very rare at that time. At that time, most villages were thatched houses.
What impressed me most was the bed. Listen to my dad said that the bed is bigger than him, and it is forty or fifty years old! I remember when I was a child, I was very naughty and liked to jump on the bed. As a result, in less than a month, the wood at the bedside was "retired". However, I seem to hold a grudge against this bed, and I will get revenge if it is broken, because when I was a child, because my sleep was poor, the bed was tall and narrow, and I would fall off the high bed as soon as I turned over. It hurts! Third, vegetable fields ... Grandma's family is an empty vegetable field and doesn't grow millet, but grandma insists on planting some fruit trees in Houtian, and the family is indifferent to the opposition. But after a few days, these fruit trees actually lived, and everyone admired grandma. Soon after, grandma tied a big black pig beside the fruit tree. It was a male and could not be a pig. Grandpa said it was no use raising them.
That pig is fierce, and our brothers and sisters are particularly afraid of it. Pigs push people when they are angry. Later, the pig hurt my brother. In a rage, grandma sold it, but since then, this place has been empty and lifeless! After a while, some blue flowers grew in the pig farm, which were very beautiful. I picked some small orchids and put some bugs in them to scare my sister. I like that peach tree best. Among the peach trees carried by my grandmother, it bears the most fruits. When the fruit is ripe, we will rush to grab it. Amy's second sister beautified herself with peaches, like she did on TV. There are many fruits anyway.
The fruit collected is sold in the market and eaten at home, and the neighbors can't finish it. There is a ditch on the vegetable field. There used to be some clear water in the ditch, but now I can't even see the shadow of the water. Somehow, everything dried up. Grandpa picked up some hay to fill the ditch, so that we naughty eggs wouldn't sink in when we were playing. I remember that at noon on New Year's Eve, it was already late in the morning, but my uncle and them had not come home yet. We were so hungry that our greedy second brother stole some big sweet potatoes from other people's vegetable fields, and we came to the ditch. Who knows, Big Brother dropped the match he just lit, and the hay in the ditch caught fire. Two big haystacks beside the ditch were burned together with the little poplar planted by grandma. There was nothing wrong with a few haystacks. Poplar was burned to death. Grandma was so angry that she beat us from "big" to "oblique".
My hometown has recorded many childhood memories, like a beautiful dream! ——。
4. Unforgettable composition (beautiful fragment 1) I looked back and saw you standing in the memory and smiling at me.
The wind is blowing and the leaves are falling. You are that piece, and I am this piece. The years are seamless, but mottled veins are carved in our hearts, and each vein records a past. Pick up a fallen leaf, and through its mottled refutation, everything in the past will emerge. ...
That memory was so deep that I remembered it as soon as I saw it, and I remembered it as soon as I remembered it.
Looking back on the past, a blank in my memory disturbed the fragments of the past like a song, haunted the sadness of reality, and shed a lot of ignorance and childishness.
Remember our youth and frivolity.
That's all I can think of. Well, I suggest you don't start your composition with memory obviously. You can use more things, well, how can I put it? You don't have to emphasize it so much. Writing a composition should also go with the flow.
Come on, come on, I hope you can get into an ideal school ~
5. The "aftertaste" composition begins and ends at 1. Although the topic is a single word, there should be two main points in careful analysis.
Aftertaste, modern Chinese dictionary: experience from memory. Come back, remember.
Pointing to the past, you can write about people, things, things and phenomena in the past; "Taste", taste, body odor, experience, chewing. "aftertaste" refers to both "memory" and "experience"
It is inaccurate to have only memories and no experience. 2. The content of "aftertaste" writing is broad. No matter what you experienced personally, what happened to others, what happened to the ancients, and what happened to the country and the nation, you can write as long as it is a thing of the past.
But everyone should taste something, and the experience can be understanding or emotion; It can be moved by looking back suddenly, it can also be said to be bitter and bitter, and it can also be an epiphany. 3, the style is not limited, narrative and argumentative essays can be used.
Narrative writing should focus on memory, narrative and description are the main ways of expression, and lyricism and discussion are the "finishing touches", which are essential and must be followed. In short, be emotional.
Argumentative essays can talk about the function of aftertaste and how to aftertaste. Attention should be paid to the arrangement of argument structure, the setting of sub-arguments and the application of fresh arguments. The key is to convince people by reasoning. Looking back suddenly, I found that there were still too many memories in my mind that I couldn't erase. I can savor the ups and downs, because they are full of affection, friendship between friends, care of teachers ... I can taste maternal love and feel the selflessness of love.
It is not surprising that staying up late has become a common practice for us. But for a mother who goes to bed early and gets up early, it is not easy to wait for her son to come home at night. She has to endure boredom and loneliness and insist on resisting herself from falling asleep.
Sometimes when I get home, she will say to me, "I'm exhausted." If I hadn't waited for you, I would have woken up long ago. " But when I asked her not to wait for me, my mother flatly refused. She said, "I want you to know that you are not the only one who suffers. There are thousands of students in Qian Qian at school, while I am at home. I will accompany you. "
Sometimes love is not spoken with the mouth, but integrated into one action after another. My mother regards waiting as a kind of responsibility, and regards it as the embodiment of * * * *. No matter how tired she is, she insists on it until the end and refuses to give up. Reminds people of friendship and feels it as pure as water.
Every time we go home on holiday, several of our old classmates will go together. Along the way, talking and laughing, never let go of any precious time.
Even in the car, crowded in a narrow space, we still talk about everything, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time, which makes others cast strange or envious eyes. Looking back now, I still feel that love is so pure.
There are too many people in society who are intrigued and intrigued, hurting others for their own sake and doing whatever it takes to achieve their goals. In contrast, how can this feeling be crystal clear and radiant?
Think of love and feel the love between teachers and students. Whenever you are distracted in class, the teacher will remind you in a friendly way. When you are too tired but still doing your homework, the teacher will advise you to have a rest. When you fail the exam and become dejected and despondent, the teacher will patiently enlighten you, give you the courage to overcome difficulties ... and encourage us to study hard and get good grades.
There is no shortage of love in the world. As long as we look back from time to time and think about what happened, we will find that life is so beautiful. Comments (669 words) Ju Tao wrote an argumentative essay with clear structure, reasonable argument setting and fluent language.
The article specially selects the original things that I have experienced personally, which are simple and pure, with life atmosphere, senior three atmosphere and student feelings. All right! Recalling the beauty of spring is because it contains the taste of spring, and the beauty of summer is because it injects young and happy hormones; Autumn is beautiful, because it is mixed with the festive atmosphere of harvest; Winter is beautiful because it has unforgettable memories.
Aftertaste is also a kind of enjoyment. Humor is the lubricant of communication between people. It is not only a sentence to adjust the atmosphere, but also an inspirational expression full of great wisdom.
Mark Twain, a famous American humorist, once praised a woman's beauty when she was flying, but the woman didn't thank him, so he asked, "Can't you lie to me like me?" Every time I recall this wise saying, there is always a feeling of admiration and a wonderful enjoyment. The aftertaste is also a reference.
China is an ancient country with a splendid culture of 5,000 years. There are too many deep or shallow footprints on the road of history. If there is, there are painful lessons, exquisite poems and mysteries. Shang Zhouwang's cruelty and Zhao Gao's treachery were finally reviled by ten thousand people; In the early Tang Dynasty, the four outstanding poets were in high spirits when they were young, and they made their mark in the poetry circle. Li Bai's free and easy pride, Du Fu's gloomy and frustrated social feelings, Yue Fei's brave words of serving the country, the legend of Pangu's creation, the magic of the goddess filling the sky, and the incredible reclamation of the sea by Jingwei ... There are too many, and China's culture is too extensive and profound to recall all. We just need to learn some essence and recall some.
Aftertaste is also a kind of sublimation. In the era of information explosion, we receive far more information than the ancients. Why can't we surpass them? Confucius and Mencius, Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and Wu Daozi's painting have always been at their peak. We can't surpass them, because learning without thinking is useless. We need to remember what we have seen and heard, sublimate our life realm and achieve perfection. Aftertaste, endless aftertaste, you will find the other side of things, experience new feelings, touch another beginning ... (664 words) Comment on the content of this exercise is different. What he recalled was humor, history and culture. It can be seen that the author is a person who is good at thinking and reviewing, a person who can draw nutrition from history and culture and sublimate himself. He stood on a contemporary skyscraper and traveled through time and space.
At this point, it is not simple and unusual. Recalling the years of senior three is like a song. We once sang the clearest tone in our hearts.
Looking back, it's becapluse someone always injects new elements into it, because we fight side by side, and because some classmates make us feel loved. When you recall that moment, you will find that the casual action will flash by.