Good Memories Excellent Composition 1 It's late at night, but I'm not sleepy at all. Opening the window and staring at the vast night sky can't help but remind me of the beautiful memories that I can't forget for a long time!
Time is gone forever like a raging river. In a blink of an eye, we will enter junior high school and bid farewell to our alma mater! It makes people a little sad, and the most disappointing thing is the true friends who have fought for their dreams together. I still remember our days in our alma mater. We study, eat, play and sleep together. How unforgettable that is! In the light, seven or eight of us are doing our homework around a table. The teacher sat by. Ask the teacher questions you don't understand, and the teacher will patiently answer them for us. Suddenly, seven. Eight pairs of eyes converge like convex lenses. It reflects our thirst for knowledge. What a beautiful scenery! I still remember! On the football field, we divided into two teams of teachers as referees and started a fierce football match. We cooperate with each other, compete with each other, and are full of vitality. A handsome face with a happy smile. The girls in the same class outside the gym cheer for us. Of course we are happy to win. After losing, we didn't lose our minds, but we still held our heads high and were confident, striving for victory in the next game. What a touching scene this is!
Now that we are separated, where are you in the same class? Do you feel the same as me at the moment?
Good Memories Excellent Composition 2 The brook flows gently in front of the door, as if it were yesterday. Come to think of it, it seems like a long time. ...
I remember when I was a child, there was a clear stream flowing in front of the wooden door in my hometown. There are big fish and small fish in the stream, and the ducklings swim freely on it, which is very relaxing. But this scene seems to have been far away.
Grandma was still very energetic at that time, and I was the only child in my family. I sit on the stone pier and watch the flowing streams, happy fish and singing ducks. I throw a few stones into the water from time to time, which is my greatest pleasure. At that time, my grandmother took me to buy sugar and take me to the house. I played with the children who led the house. These seem to have lost too many impressions.
When I was a child, my grandparents were by my side. Grandma often holds me in her lap, tells me stories, puts me to sleep when I am sleepy, and sometimes throws stones with me to make me happy.
I don't know where to start, and I don't contact grandma anymore. Maybe I have less time to go back to my hometown, or maybe I have grown up, which is different from before. ...
I don't know when there were no small fish and ducklings in the stream in front of the wooden door of my hometown, and the water gradually disappeared, leaving only underwater stones, as if I had thrown them down in the past. ...
Grandma seems to be getting old, too I don't know when she can only drink porridge and can't bite the meat. Her white teeth look strong, but they are all fake. ...
In my memory, it seems that only those good days are left. In my memory, it seems that I can only recall the beautiful scene of my healthy and powerful grandmother playing hide-and-seek and skipping rope with her. It seems that these beautiful days can only be found from the deepest memory, and can only be found by heart.
Time passes like a stream, leaving only the beauty of the past. Recalling the good past, with that sweet beauty, as sweet as candy. ...
Good Memories Excellent Composition 3 There is a "female man" surnamed Zhang Mingduo (this is her nickname, and the name is too difficult to remember); There is a "fake girl". Her surname is Feng Hao. Whenever I think back to the happy time when we played together, my mouth always rises inadvertently and my face is covered with a bright smile.
Once, our three families went out to eat. Feng's sister followed closely. Aunt told us to be safe and take good care of our little sister. But my little sister was so naughty that she picked up a small chair and ran to the small restaurant in the east when people were not looking. I found the "enemy situation" and immediately caught up with it. But just as I was leaving the entrance of the small hotel in the east, a man stopped me loudly.
"Well, where did your chair come from? At an early age, I would steal ... ""We didn't steal! Why should we steal your chair? This is the chair of the West Hotel, isn't it the same shape? " But he didn't listen to my explanation at all and killed the chair in his little sister's hand, which was stealing from their family.
At this time, two of my close friends heard the news, and several people worked together to control the situation. They both want to pull me back, but I am still immersed in injustice and pain. "Fake girl" spoke: "Min Min, don't bother, come on, smile!" He tried to "sell cute" as he spoke, not to mention how funny it was. The female man also spoke: "Yes! Smile! If you don't do anything wrong, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking at the door! " I can't resist the temptation of happiness and I can't stop laughing!
Now women practice calligraphy on Saturday, draw pictures on Sunday morning, and I have a composition class on Sunday afternoon. As I get older, the "fake girl" doesn't like playing with me very much.
Although we live far apart, I believe our friendship has never changed!
Good Memories Excellent Composition 4 A smiling little girl sat on a lovely camel. This photo is on my bedside. Every time I pick it up, I think of good memories.
When I was five years old, on a sunny weekend, my parents took my brother and me to the safari park.
We saw many distinctive animals in the zoo, but what I remember vividly is the camel of the desert boat. When I first saw it, I shouted, "Ah! Camel. Look, he has two humps. What's the use of dad's camel hump? " Dad said: "Camels live in the desert and can't drink water for a long time, so the two humps of camels are used to hold water." Only in this way can camels stay in the desert without drinking water for a long time without dying of thirst. " Dad added, "Scientists have found that this camel, Luofeng, can't store water at all. It is a huge energy storage device, which provides material guarantee for camels to consume energy for a long time in the desert. "
Later, we rode a camel and sat on it, feeling hairy on our legs, holding a hump in our hands, and our mother's back was against a hump. The animal trainer slowly pulled the camel forward, and the camel took a step and we followed it up and down. I feel that the road below is uneven, with one foot deep and one foot shallow. It feels good to ride a camel.
At this moment, my father photographed our happy moment. I have always treasured this photo because it records my good memories.
Good Memories Excellent Composition 5 The short three years in junior high school passed quietly like the wind, but those memories of youth remain in my heart forever. Whenever I am alone, there will always be a scene like a movie, or a sports meeting, or a small argument, or a short conversation with the teacher, or just a few simple jokes ... In junior high school, our class was almost recognized as the most chaotic class in the whole grade, because our class often fought, or some bad things always involved our class, and our average score was always at the bottom. Besides, the atmosphere in our class seems to be the worst. In the first grade, everyone boycotted the class teacher several times, and the blackboard was full of sharp words. In a tug-of-war between two classes, we deliberately lost to others and embarrassed the head teacher ... But sometimes our classmates' actions were unexpected by other classes.
In the second day of junior high school, we changed our head teacher, who also taught English. She is a strong teacher. But once, she made us cry. I remember clearly that his eyes were red, but he tried to hold back his tears, said a few words and ran out of the classroom. Different from usual, the classroom is surprisingly quiet, and you can almost hear your own heartbeat. Then, the two monitors whispered a few words to each other, and then slowly walked out of the classroom ... After several English classes, the teacher still appeared on time in every class, but not as enthusiastic as before ... A few days later, it happened to be Christmas. I don't know who initiated it. I bought a Christmas tree, decorated it beautifully and hung a Christmas fruit on it. All the students in the class signed their names and attached a letter, which was sent to the head teacher's office by two monitor ... The wonderful junior high school life left many beautiful memories, which will be hidden in my heart until ... forever. ...
There are many beautiful moments in life, some are beautiful flowers, some are brisk streams, and some are dazzling gems. Many people think that the best thing is to have money and delicious food, but I am just different.
One afternoon, my mother said to take me to Yangzhou to play, but I didn't expect to have an operation. I huddled in the quilt at night, feeling sweet and secretly happy.
When I arrived in Yangzhou the next day, I realized that my parents had brought me for surgery. I was lying in the hospital bed, and I felt the warm sunshine was so dazzling.
Until the day of discharge, I returned to the classroom. Unconsciously, the beautiful moment has quietly approached me.
Back to class, there will always be classmates coming around after class and asking me how I feel from time to time. I was shocked at once, because I usually do my homework or stay in a daze at school, and my friendship with my classmates is just like that. My boring heart calmed down bit by bit, stopped writing and looked at my classmates. I suddenly found that although my classmates are not good at words, they are really kind at heart.
Occasionally, I don't know when, the sunshine begins to soften.
The cold heart slowly melted. It opens the window of the soul like a pair of hands, moistens my heart like a clear spring, and makes me soar like the blue sky.
Some students said they would help me make up lessons, some students said they would help me with my homework, some rushed to help me carry my schoolbag, and some said that the problems would not be covered by him.
My mouth is slowly rising. This has become the best memory of my life.
Good Memories Excellent Composition 7 On March 5th, the chilly campus was still antique and quiet, but it lacked the agility and liveliness it should have in the past.
Due to the outbreak of the disease, we can only stay at home and have homework, which allows us to chat in class through the screen, but the cold words can't express our feelings and let us see each other's expressions and expressions when they speak.
Before class, the class was always full of excitement, with hands raised and speeches made. Occasionally, someone deserted and whispered to each other. If the teacher finds out, stand and copy the text and write a review. How nervous and horrible this is!
However, the time after class is always so short and happy. The boys are playing the game of catching people and running around like crazy; Girls are chatting in the classroom, and that sentence always makes each other happy. From time to time, there are waves of magical laughter. As soon as the bell rings, the students will run back to the classroom quickly.
Physical education class is everyone's favorite. Everyone can let go of themselves and do what they like on the playground. Once in the playground, we scared the mother cat away to see her and her three newborn kittens. We girls searched every corner of the playground with tears, calling for the mother cat, fearing that the kitten would lose its mother.
How interesting and beautiful it is to think of these! I hope my illness will be over soon. In this way, we can go back to campus with emotions, even if we really have to be criticized and detained!
In spring, will the big-leaf banyan tree in school lose its leaves because it is too lonely?
I remember when I was in grade one, a young teacher came to our class as an intern. She was all smiles, youth bean, with a ponytail.
Her surname is Yu, a native of Suzhou, in her early twenties. Teacher Yu teaches art. She has a kind attitude and a nice voice when she teaches us. She often comes among us to guide us patiently and sometimes teaches us hand in hand. Under the careful teaching of teacher Yu, the artistic level of our class has been improved. Time flies, and a month passed quickly. Teacher Yu's internship is coming to an end. On the day of parting, Teacher Yu led our class to visit Zhangjiagang Park. We climb mountains, swing and play games together. Everyone was talking and laughing and having a good time.
Finally, we gave the gifts prepared in advance to Mr. Yu, including small pendants, small greeting cards, small toys and pens. Although the gift is small, it expresses our deep affection for Teacher Yu. We went back to school. Teacher Yu rides an electric car. She really has to leave. "Goodbye, goodbye!" We said goodbye to each other, and some students had tears in their eyes. Looking at her distant back, we are really a little reluctant to part. I silently said to myself: Teacher Yu, we love you forever. I hope you can come to our class again when you are free. I will cherish this wonderful memory in my heart forever.
Good Memories Excellent Composition 9 Today, I found a video on Teacher Mao's blog. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be a video of a program on Children's Day in our class. I suddenly became interested. I opened it and took a look. Wow! Guess what I saw? Promise you don't know. There was a scratching sound in front, which scared me. I'm at a loss. I don't know what happened. Look carefully, it is a kind of "barbaric" behavior. It turns out that our classmates are stepping on balloons! Of course including me! Hee hee hee ~ ~ ~ What are they doing? I'm playing "Step on Balloons"! Only then did I "wake up".
This is exactly what we play on the balloon. Oh! How happy they are! At this time, I can't restrain my inner excitement. I really want to run to the computer and play with them. I still miss everything at that time If time can go back, I really want to go back! I miss everything before, how happy and beautiful the past days were! I kept watching, the students were "crazy" on the balloon! How nice it is that everything is together! I can't help sighing. When I was a child, I was carefree. I live in happiness. When I was a child, I wouldn't be beaten by my mother or scolded by my father. I won't fall, cry or be bullied. I miss the past, everything in the past, everything ... Seeing this, I began to cry.
Everything can be taken away from a person, but there is one thing that cannot be taken away, and that is memory.
Good Memories Excellent Composition 10 In my mother's mobile phone, there is such a photo: on a red and white speedboat, a little boy is wearing an orange life jacket with an excited smile. The speedboat roared across the endless sea, stirring up layers of white waves. Yes, the little boy in the photo is me.
This photo was taken during the winter vacation. That day, my parents took me to the seaside in my hometown. When I see countless boats docked at the magnificent seaside, how I wish I could board a fishing boat and have a look in the middle of the sea! At this time, a speedboat passed quickly in front of me, and another speedboat full of tourists came back from a distance, and my heart was ready to move. After some bargaining, I finally got on the speedboat. I put on my life jacket and smiled excitedly at my mother.
The speed of the speedboat is really fast. It took us to the island in the sea like an arrow that left the string. At this time, I had a chance to see the true face of this island. On weekdays, it looks like a vague island, covered with trees and running water. After visiting the island, we began to return by speedboat. This time, the speed is no longer fast. I also saw fishermen fishing on the opposite fishing boat. I saw his hands tightly pulling a fishing net and struggling to pull it up. I guess it's time to catch a lot of fish
When we approached the dock, the speedboat made a 360-degree drift and stopped firmly at the coast. I was still thinking about my experience when I heard the boatman shout, "Get off the boat!" " "I shouted to my mother on the shore," Mom! "Click, this precious moment was left in my mother's mobile phone.
Good Memories and Excellent Composition11March19th, I participated in the activities of the Evening News reporter-I was a waitress, and this was my first time to participate in the activities of the Evening News reporter. I came to KFC with great excitement and went straight to the teacher to register.
The activity has begun. The instructor first explained the content and significance of the activity to us. Then everyone gets aprons and hats and puts them on at once! What impressed me the most was when the foreign teachers interacted with us. At first, the foreign teacher patiently taught a few English words about mood, followed by words about KFC food, such as coke, hamburger and so on. The foreign teacher carefully told us that coke can't be drunk because it has no nutrition.
The most stressful part is the last link. Friends play a game together: one child orders food as a guest and the other is a waiter. The whole process is expressed in English. It's my turn to play. My partner is her classmate Liu Yi. We cooperated tacitly and successfully ordered food in English, and applause from our partners sounded around us. Through this activity, I became more confident! Finally, let's enjoy the delicious food together and share the happiness of collective cooperation!
Although this is the first time to participate in the activities of evening news reporters, it is indeed the most interesting and happy collective cooperation activities; The activity has passed, but that wonderful memory is always there. ...
Good Memories Excellent Composition 12 Memories of the past are somewhat like wonderful moments in movies. Some are like long but gorgeous dreams, and some are like fleeting bubbles. It can be said that recalling the past life is like a tape. Looking back, some people are happy and some people are sad. ...
Looking back at that time, I had not yet entered the student era. I just play every day and play endlessly. But at the age of six, parents began to run around looking for primary schools with high teaching quality. At first, the naive heart didn't understand the bitterness of growing up, just listening to parents say over and over again: "There are many children in primary school, they will study with you and play with you." Therefore, my little heart is full of joy. Now I know that my parents want me to regard primary school as a happy place, but primary school is just a "wolf in sheep's clothing".
I prefer to recall the first class of senior one. There are many strangers sitting in the classroom. The teacher's kind smile makes me feel warm. The teacher told us that we would spend six unforgettable spring and autumn together.
At that time, I was grateful to the primary school from the bottom of my heart, because he made me know many friends and gained friendship and joy. That may be the best memory among the students, or it may be the last memory.
Probably used to the atmosphere of fun, so I haven't adapted to the new environment when I entered the third year of high school. We have increased a lot of knowledge, accompanied by pressure and ink bottles at home. I tried to recreate that wonderful memory, but a lot of practice made them impractical. It is like a crystal butterfly, either flying away or breaking.
No wonder it can only be a beautiful memory, not an eternal existence. It is precisely because the motherland needs talents so much that we are separated from our once kind teachers and parents, and there are unforgettable childhood memories. ...
Good Memories Excellent Composition 13 Childhood is a colorful brush, decorated with a piece of white paper. With this stroke after stroke, the original blank paper has added a lot of vitality, and the most beautiful thing is what happened at grandma's house, a big joke! Looking back now, it still makes my stomach ache and tears come out.
It was the summer vacation of my second grade, which happened at my grandmother's house. One day, I saw my grandmother watering the pomegranate tree, so I asked her, "Grandma! Grandma! Why do pomegranate trees grow tall and strong, but I am so short? " Grandma said, "Because I water it every day." I was puzzled and asked my grandmother, "But I also take a bath every day!" " Grandma said happily, "the tree drinks rain, and you use tap water!" " "
I nodded with a grain of salt and began to expect rain, stars and the moon. I've been looking forward to it for many days, and the rain I've been looking forward to for a long time has finally come.
I opened the door and saw, wow! What a heavy rain! Thinking, "How tall can this make me grow?" I endured the cold and rain. I stood in the rain for a long time, and the crystal dew fell to the ground with a bang and splashed on me. However, why don't I mean to grow tall and strong at all? I walked home disappointed and slowly lost. When my grandparents knew why I did this, the family suddenly exploded and everyone talked about it. It's really noisy.
But it's really annoying to have a high fever all night playing and laughing. I am in a bad mood. I don't know whether to be happy or sad.
There are countless past events, and a happy childhood is always a memory worthy of our treasure.
Good memories and excellent composition 14 This day is very vivid in my mind. Grandpa, grandma, dad and mom went to the hall to watch TV at once, and only my brother and I washed dishes in the kitchen in obscurity. At this time, my brother and I also inadvertently learned to wash dishes. I'll tell you the details.
One day, grandpa, grandma, dad and mom rushed to the hall after dinner. Their purpose is to watch the World Cup. This is the final round of the competition, which is the final between Real Madrid of Brazil and Germany. It seems that this game is very eye-catching. Mom and dad support "Real Madrid" and grandparents support "Germany". All right, the game is on. At first, my father was very excited and kept saying "OK, OK, OK!" "However, for a while, after the German team took the lead, my father stopped screaming in obscurity. However, there is still fierce anger here. German goalkeeper Kane has some very beautiful dangerous balls. At home, either you stop or I shout, or I stop or you shout.
However, only my brother and I wash dishes in the kitchen in obscurity. My brother and I will try to wash the dishes again.
First, take the steel ball, a bowl and a can of detergent. Then, wash the inside and outside of the bowl with water. Then drop a little bit with detergent. Then, wipe the inside and outside of the bowl with a steel ball.
After the game, dad smiled and said, "You took advantage."
Good Memories 15 Memories are beautiful, just like bright pearls, which let me taste the ups and downs of life, the colorful happiness of life and understand many truths of life. For example, the harmony between mountains, seas, people and gulls, as well as those caring people who saved people from danger without asking for anything in return, and the "Tolerance Cup" reading contest of Chinese studies that I still remember.
I remember that on the eve of June 1st last year, 38 students from our class went to the city on behalf of the whole school to participate in the "Tolerance Cup" reading finals of Chinese studies. Our masterpiece is reading The Analects of Confucius, and I am honored to play the sage-Confucius.
The final is about to begin. I took a deep breath, and every movement and sentence flashed through my mind like a slide. Then I confidently stepped onto the stage: "Confucius said: always learn …" With the melodious ancient music, I tried my best to be forceful and clear-headed, and cooperated with my classmates with my freely formed limbs. In the end, we won the audience with a perfect appearance, shocked all the judges and won the first prize with high scores without any suspense!
One minute on stage, ten years off stage. Rehearsal and review again and again, I can't count how much sweat I shed, and I can't remember how many times I waved my arm. It was repeated over and over again. Although it is a bit boring, we still rehearse tirelessly under the careful guidance of our teacher. It is with this persistence and seriousness that we won the first prize in return!
Although the competition has already come to an end, the performance of reciting ancient poems and rhymes has been lingering in my ears for a long time. ......
Self-evaluation: This is the composition topic "Good Memories" on the mid-term exam paper. Requirements: the narrative is clear and the handwriting is neat. Last night, I rearranged it and published it. Please correct me, O(∩_∩)O!