Memories of excellent composition 1 childhood memories, interesting stories of childhood, countless. One thing in my mind is as deeply imprinted in my memory as the sea. It's really funny to think of it.
I remember when I was 4 years old, my mother was cooking in the kitchen and I was watching TV in the house. At this time, I began to have a strange idea. How did the people on TV get in? Yes, I must have smashed a big hole in the TV. Thinking about it, I raised my little hand and waved it at the TV. The TV is not broken, but it hurts my little hand. I, wow, started crying. My mother heard me crying, so she hurried over to ask what was going on. I cried and said, "mom, the TV is not obedient." Aren't all the people on TV going in through a hole? " I think it would be great if I went in and sang a song. I just can't smash it. Mom, please take a sledgehammer and help me with it. "Hearing this, my mother stared blankly for a while, and then smiled and said to me, silly boy, do you really want to? Mom told you that those people can't broadcast the program until they have recorded it on TV. My mother told me a lot, and I nodded after listening.
Ah. Memories of my childhood brought me a lot of happiness.
In grade one, Xiaoming and I were good friends. We eat together, travel together and play together ... no matter what we do, we are inseparable friends!
Once, a very unpleasant thing happened between us. On Saturday, I was playing with him and accidentally broke his building blocks, but he didn't blame me, but I knocked down the building blocks he worked so hard to make again and again.
It is inevitable that people will have a temper. At last he broke out, blurted out angry words and gave me a good scolding. Say that finish, he got up and took up his schoolbag and left. I said, "If you are angry, you will be angry. I will never talk to you again. " Since then, our friendship has been broken.
A few months passed. School was over again, and Xiao Ming just saw me and ran over and said a lot of things.
Finally, I realized that I had come to apologize. I accepted his apology and said to him, "It doesn't matter, the main reason is me. I wouldn't be so angry if I hadn't broken your building block! " .
When I finished, he began to cry and said, "Actually, I came to say goodbye to you. I'm moving to a strange place. This box of building blocks is for you. If you miss me, just look at this. "
From then on, when I see this box of building blocks, I will think of him.
I remember one day in April, before I prepared for the Samsung exam, I heard my mother say to me, "Work hard! Be sure to test it! "
However, the test results are not ideal, and four of the eight grades failed.
I came home depressed, thinking: Alas, I must be scolded for failing to promise my mother!
My mother saw my sad face and asked kindly, "Good baby, what's the matter!" " "My mother's gentle eyes made me feel ashamed: my mother said I was a good baby, but I ... my mother didn't answer and asked," What's the matter? "Come and tell me." "I, I ... I didn't buy it at Samsung." I cried and said.
"Baby, you didn't meet the standard. It really shouldn't, but it doesn't have to be only one chance. You still have many opportunities! You see, I only passed Band 4 this time. I just need to work hard next time and I can easily pass. " Mother said while stroking my head.
"Work hard! Work hard ... "Whenever I study, I will think of what my mother said to me.
Now whenever I have difficulties, my mother will sit beside me and teach me patiently.
Memories of excellent composition 4 Memories are faint jasmine fragrance; It tastes bitter coffee; It is the thick fragrance of roses; Cool mints.
Memories always leave indelible marks in the depths of your memory, just like scars carved on stones. So unforgettable, so eternal.
Some memories are not worth mentioning, let them slowly disperse in the depths of the soul, and diluting them is the best proof.
Memories are beautiful. Those childhood friendships, beautiful purity. I am so careless about everything, free every day, flying carefree like a bird in the sky, so happy!
In memory, there are always some things that we don't want to remember and can't forget. The pain of parting; The injury of lovelorn; The failure of confession, when we close our eyes, everything comes to mind and lingers.
In memory, he is always so happy and always with a little sadness, which is our extremely precious wealth!
Looking back, I remembered the happy time with my good friend Yun Xuan.
I vaguely remember another afternoon when Yun Xuan and I were bored downstairs, so we just wandered around and took a walk. We came to a mulberry tree and saw that it was covered with saliva. I said to Yun Xuan, "I'll go back to that bag and we'll pick it up together!" After that, I ran as fast as possible. After a while, I brought a bag and said to Yun Xuan, "There's a car there. We can climb up and pick it up. " "good!" Say that finish, we climbed on the bus. As soon as we got on the bus, I, a glutton, immediately picked a mulberry tree to eat. Wow, it's delicious. Just fairy fruit falling from the sky! After that, Yun Xuan also picked one to eat: "It's the best in the world!" After eating, we played in the car. I picked it for her and she picked it for me. Have a good time! When I got home, my mother saw that purple thing and shouted, "What is this? Throw it away quickly! " "I didn't listen to my mother, so I took Yun Xuan to the house and tasted it slowly. I'm really happy!
However, I don't know if there will be such a happy day, maybe there will be, maybe there won't be again.
It's getting colder and colder. I squatted by the window and watched the fallen leaves fall at my feet like golden butterflies. I can't help thinking of a past event last year.
On a cloudy morning in Wan Li, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house to enjoy autumn scenery. When I came to the field, a grape field came into view: small and exquisite, like pearls and agates. Purple is like a rosy cloud on the horizon, so beautiful and bright. Beside the rows of corn, hold your head high, like a soldier defending the village. Osmanthus fragrans is in full bloom, and there are small osmanthus fragrans hidden in the emerald leaves. Osmanthus fragrans is small, but it smells very fragrant, and the whole village can smell a strong fragrance. Not to mention dozens of families are not immersed in osmanthus fragrance. Chrysanthemum is not to be outdone, showing its beauty. Delicate and graceful, each flower is like a fairy standing on a branch. Sunlight shines on colorful chrysanthemums, leaving mottled shadows. ...
There is a stream behind my grandmother's house. My mother and I rolled up our trouser legs, rolled up our sleeves, clumsily cast nets to catch fish, lifted buckets to catch shrimp ... The stream echoed with our happy laughter.
Ah, the beautiful scenery of hometown, you are like a precious oil painting, praising the beauty of hometown; You are like a beautiful poem, singing lovely autumn! Leave me the most beautiful memories.
Memories of excellent composition 7 Outside the window, the wind and rain beat.
I leaned against the window lattice and watched the falling raindrops clearly. Melody sounded in the distance, and memories shuttled freely in my mind.
Countless raindrops poured down from the gray sky, like whose memory was scattered all over the floor.
I reached out and tried to catch it, but my hands were wet. I couldn't keep it, just like my sadness, which slipped through my fingers inadvertently. I don't know if it's sweat or rain.
"Time is like water, time is like water."
Time will not stop. Because of this, I hate memories. I am afraid that I will stay in the past, so I follow the footsteps of time closely. Actually, I was wrong. Memory is the most sacred, even god can't touch it. Different memories make us different, so the road we have traveled, the mistakes we have made and the successes we have achieved are all confirmed by memories. I thought I had forgotten them long ago, but fortunately they were still locked in my mind, waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall with me.
Once a child who was afraid to stay in the past began to like memories this summer.
Recalling the torrent of excellent composition for 8 years swept away youth and years, leaving only a scarred body and a scarred heart.
I don't like to recall the past, and I always stubbornly believe that memories are painful. Sad memories can make people suffer because they have experienced it; Good memories can be painful because they have been lost.
I sometimes often think that memory is the easiest thing to blur. In the passage of time, it will fade away in droves, and life will only turn over day by day, and it will still fade away slowly and be unforgettable. Only a few reviews are unbreakable and stay in memory.
Quiet night, cool breeze. The gray moon is dull, just like a boat moving slowly in the vast darkness. It was snowing heavily outside, and I cried at the snow. These beautiful memories, now let me heartache, let me cry! The memory is too deep and strong, the feeling is too real and keen, everything is sad in my heart, and my empty and helpless soul seems to be walking back to the starting point of life.
I hope to die in the sun, surrounded by the brightest memories, and die like a thorn bird.
I don't know how many memories there are in a person's life, but how many are really worth remembering? Childhood is something that a person can only experience once, and childhood has passed. Looking back, only childhood memories are left. This kind of memory can be unforgettable for a lifetime.
I don't know how many memories junior high school students have experienced since learning English, but how many can they remember? However, there is one thing in my childhood that I can't forget.
At home, I am an only child, so I am spoiled by my parents. I have been willful since I was a child, and I can do whatever I want. When I was a child, I was most afraid of getting a small needle, and I would rather have a drip than a small needle. When I was a child, I was in poor health and had a fever. I didn't want to get a small injection, so I often looked pale.
I remember once, I got sick again. The doctor said to have a small injection, and only a small injection will be effective. After the needle was fixed, my mother held me in her arms and said "good boy" on the left and "good boy" on the right, but I just wouldn't listen. My mother was in a hurry and pressed me to let the doctor give me an injection. I was so scared that I began to cry. When I was about to cry, my mother said it was done, and I just came to my senses. It turns out that a small needle doesn't hurt.
From then on, I was no longer afraid of small needles, but felt that small needles were better.
Memories of Excellent Composition 10 At noon when I was 9 years old, my mother found that she had run out of soy sauce while cooking. She said to me, "Jerry Lee, we have run out of soy sauce at home. Go and buy a bottle. " I reluctantly replied, "All right." Because the TV program is so wonderful. ) I went downstairs and complained: Brother Soy Sauce, Brother Soy Sauce, when did I offend you? Look at you, you don't have to finish it early or late, but you use it when I'm in a hurry. Is it unlucky? When I arrived at the door of the supermarket, I found that I had no money, so I ran home to get the money. I went back to the supermarket again and bought a bottle of "soy sauce" in a hurry and ran home.
I thought I could watch more TV when I went home, but I just went out to buy soy sauce and went to the tiger's nest to cook. I swallowed my pride and managed to cope with it several times. After dinner, my father kept saying, "Why is the food so sour today?" After listening to my father, I was speechless.
I ran to the kitchen with doubts and carefully looked at the seasonings used for cooking, only to find that what I bought turned out to be true. Remember this lesson, and you will never know the difference between "vinegar" and "soy sauce".
Recalling excellent compositions 1 1 Everyone fantasizes that they can have a pure love. When we are in adolescence, it is inevitable that we often have these thoughts.
Let me tell you a story. A girl met a boy while visiting her grandparents in her hometown. The little girl heard from her grandmother that the boy lived next door to us. The little girl was very happy, and she fell in love with the boy at that moment. However, boys and girls have grown up for many years because of their different living places. It was such a meeting that broke the girl's heart completely. Listen, when people say you are good or bad, I can only laugh. I had nothing to do with that. The day I left you, it rained all day in my world, and my heart ached so much that I couldn't breathe.
Girls have never confessed to boys, but they have always had a deep crush. She had a secret crush for three years, but what she got was that the boy already had a girl she liked.
For us, this is nothing, but it is a scar that girls will never erase.
Recalling that excellent composition 12, I began to recall that the past scenes were vivid, surprisingly quiet and silent, and the commemorative album was repeatedly opened and closed. Don't give up, but write a commemorative word comically. Memories flash and flash, recording the laughter and laughter at that time, accompanied by wind and rain, and even contradictions ... suddenly found that we were so naive, naive and simple.
Helpless and hasty time cruelly rejected what we naively thought was eternal. We can only stand aside and say helplessness, shake our heads and sigh, and complain about reality.
But the flame of generate, collided by time and eternity, burns the passion of life and performs the drama of clapping hands. In the classroom, between desks and chairs, and on the way to school, every bit of precious things are recorded. In class, the teacher is as enthusiastic as a speech, throwing food at Miao Huazhen's beloved students and pushing them forward layer by layer.
On the grassy lawn, the teacher's classmates laughed as brightly as the sun. At this moment, even the green in Hexi can't help but brush their innocent faces, carry things for them, wipe the sweat on their cheeks, blow away their fatigue and be happy with them.
Recalling excellent composition 13 childhood is like a plane full of my dreams; Childhood is like a boat, drifting farther and farther; Childhood is like a treasure chest, full of memories that belong to me. ...
I remember it was a day of winter vacation. My mother specially took me to Huishan Ancient Street to celebrate my good test, bought my favorite orange cake and cotton candy, and accompanied me to visit the ancient street all afternoon. You know, my mother has been in poor health and has been ill recently, but she has been with me. I ran around and kept telling my mother what was delicious and what was missing. My mother just stood behind me, with a faint smile on her face, watching me munch on marshmallows and put a scarf around my neck. I suddenly feel warm, my heart is sweet, and cotton candy is sweet. I have never been so happy, not only because I have a long-lost snack, but also because I feel thick. At that time, I must have held my mother in one hand and cotton candy in the other, just like now!
I feel that the whole person is flying in the sky, flying in the sky full of love and sweetness. How comfortable it is! I don't know how long it's been since I was so happy. It seems that the whole person is going to be involved. Everything in the ancient street fascinates me, and the antique charm makes everyone irresistible. However, with today's love, I have a new understanding of the ancient streets. ...
In the long river of memory, it is like a small fish. Although small and ordinary, it is very eye-catching and tells the sweetness it has.
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine shone on the earth, I sat by the bed and flipped through an album at will. I was attracted by this fairyland-like beauty, remember …
That spring, my parents took me to the North Tower. In the corner of the tower, there is a mini botanical garden, which is very similar to Beijing Botanical Garden. Through the introduction of the staff, I realized that it was originally built after the Beijing Botanical Garden. Everything in the garden is strikingly similar to it. Flowers compete for favor, like a slim lady, smiling at me, and my mood suddenly opens up. The only difference from Beijing Botanical Garden is that there is an alley in the Botanical Garden, with red walls and tiles on both sides. There is dignity in simplicity and tranquility in elegance. Out of the alley, I'm still a little reluctant to go.
"Wow!" What a beautiful flaming tulip! Powder like summer; White as snow. It's really colorful, with different shapes, which is dizzying. They have traveled all over the "Princess Pavilion"!
I walked along the path by the lake and came to the "Rose Garden" unconsciously. Flowers bloom, noble and gorgeous, and some just open one or two petals; Some petals spread out completely, revealing yellow stamens. They stood in the sun as if they were dancing.
We sat on the shore of a small lake, admiring the tender buds of willow leaves, just like green flowers dotted with stars! Swinging in the breeze, like a graceful girl dancing!
The wind is gentle!
The grass is soft!
I'm drunk!
What a wonderful love!
What a beautiful paradise on earth!
Recalling excellent composition 15 I've always wanted to use a song to recall the past.
But if we have been working hard, but until the end, we don't know what kind of venting place such efforts will have, just as they have worked so hard, but in the end, such a serious attitude is still accompanied by luck.
You will never get more. It's not just luck, but you've been working hard.
You have told yourself countless times that these are actually habits, so don't bother. If you really get used to it, you will suddenly understand that life is just a dream for you.
You think of the rain that year and the people who scolded that year.
But now, after so long time, how much hatred has begun to fade. What you don't understand, what you have done, are all in their minds, and you begin to understand that all emotions are open.
That can't compare with the future, and all the luck.
It was never the way.
I have always known them in those days, so this kind of development and experience seems to be going further and further in the direction you want.
When I listen to this song again, I will recall some truths.