Looking back at the excellent composition 1, what I can't forget is those affectionate eyes, and what I can't erase is the exclusive memory of lighting the lamp at night and waiting for me to go home.
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I still remember the one under the bright street lamp, looking at the front with deep affection all the year round. Many students come home from school, but she is trying to find my figure. The leaves on the roadside have fallen, and there will be new buds. Time has taken away the black hair on my mother's head and the smile on her face. Her smile is so charming and refreshing.
In early spring, I began to go to kindergarten. The muddy path is the only way for me to go to school every day. At that time, my family was poor, and I couldn't afford the transportation. My mother goes to school behind my back every day, day after day. When I was still ignorant, I was just playing. Every day my mother teaches me to read in my spare time and tells me to study hard. She helps me with my lessons in her spare time. It is also in this way that I began to read and understand the charm of language and writing. Even then, I was still young and couldn't relax for a moment. Her thin shoulders carry not only me, but also the whole family. The heavy burden of life made her breathless. She chose to face it and work day and night, completely erasing the only tender skin on her face. Looking back in early spring is affectionate.
In midsummer, the sunset in the evening adds more beautiful and brilliant colors to the sky, but only for a moment. After the sunset, it is dark and occasionally there are stars. What you can't stay is a fleeting moment, so cherish the present. I grew up, went to primary school, and built a new road, as if it were yesterday. I began to hope that one day my father would send me to school. This wish didn't come true until my sixth grade. If so, my father is as busy as a bee all day, and I am more and more nervous about my study, so I dare not make such unreasonable demands on my father. My father finally spoke and offered to pick me up from school. I am happy, but I am also worried. That day, it rained like a drop of rain, and I began to be afraid. Watching students being picked up by their parents one by one. I am like a lonely bird, struggling to wait. Father came, but his clothes were wet. "Let's go!" He smiled. I saw the light in his anxious eyes, worried about life. Looking back on that midsummer night, I still remember it clearly. It was bright and clear.
In autumn and winter, with the development of science and technology, we got on the high-speed train and got on the bus. We no longer need our parents to pick us up, but my heart is empty. I don't know why, their eyes often appear in my mind. Sure enough, the autumn wind is bleak!
Love can last for a long time, but what I can't keep is my parents' look back and the cruelty of the years, but fortunately I once had it.
Looking back at the excellent composition 2 Confucius sighed by the river: "The deceased is like a husband!" All the things that once vanished in the relentless passage of time, but that past turned into memories and remained in our hearts. The splendor, bitterness and emotion at that time became the most precious wealth in our hearts. Because of the existence of the past, our future will be more magnificent.
Imagine that year, Huo Qubing, a beautiful young man, led an army to attack the Huns and returned home with a great victory. That year, he was eighteen! Li, a flying general, can only defend passively and build a dragon city to repel Hu's desert, but he regards it as a back garden. Huns can't find him, but he clearly knows where the Hungarian mother's lair is! Here, he is the king, the wind should obey his command, the sand dunes should obey his command, and take the Huns into the bottomless abyss. Emperor Gaozu asked him to learn the art of war, but he simply refused: "If you care about the general plan, you won't learn the ancient art of war!" " What a sharp and accurate vision, he revealed the crux of the Han family's centuries-old enemy against the Huns: the military tactics of the Han family were mostly used in the two river basins because of the terrain, but they certainly didn't work in the desert. He successfully got rid of "form" and reached the height of "spirit", which made the Hu people admire and lament: "I died in Qilian Mountain, which made my six animals unhappy; Losing my mountain makes my daughter colorless! " His art of war has only one word: "fast". The enemy is fast, our army is faster than him, sweeping all obstacles with the potential of breaking bamboo, and playing the victory song in the North Sea with the power of thunder! It is precisely because of his accurate and objective analysis of history and rational grasp and application that his reputation as "Huo Jiajun" has been achieved.
Look back at the road full of your hard work and sweat, stop your busy steps a little and listen carefully. It is telling what kind of past you had, and whether all the past has passed. Then please sum up the law from pride, learn from gloom, arm yourself with the wealth of the past, and then, please strut forward! Only in this way can we go faster, only in this way can we go further, until one day, you will suddenly find that the door to victory is within reach.
I thought Dongpo, which was nostalgic under Chibi, has now turned into a handful of loess. Only the sigh of "the river of no return, the man of eternal love" still reverberates between heaven and earth, telling the vicissitudes and helplessness here. Looking back, how many thrilling things are still vivid, and after years of erosion, its wisdom shines more and more brightly. We just want to guide this light to illuminate our way forward, and then strut.
Looking back on life, it is like a long road, section by section, some places are flat, some places are bumpy, some places are full of flowers, and some places are desolate. We walked the smoothest road carefree, and wrote down many bits and pieces in our thin life. Looking back suddenly, I can't see the starting point for a long time, but my memory is full. Whether it is tears or laughter, it is a wonderful scene.
I remember when I was a child, I often looked at my big brother and sister who came and went in a hurry with curiosity and envy, and wondered if my future could be like that. A person rode a bicycle between the roads.
Soon after, I carried my small schoolbag and read children's songs that only I thought were profound and interesting, and spent the initial learning stage seriously.
After primary school, I am still very sensible and serious. I think learning is the most important thing. I even rushed home in the cool department and finished my homework without eating ice cream. Considering the spirit at that time, I can be called diligent.
However, in such a long primary school career, I can't have eaten nothing, such as forgetting my homework for the first time, being criticized for the first time, fighting with my classmates for the first time, being slapped by my mother for telling a lie, and quarreling with my parents for the first time. Since then, I have known some bitterness in my life. Although small and insignificant, it also makes my mood more worried, restrained, silent and sentimental.
Since then, there have been many unsweetened feelings in my life. I put up with a lot of things that I can't bear. I am much more mature than my peers. When the disaster suddenly came, my stability and silence became the best shield. As the fallen king said, I may be much weaker, but I am also much stronger. I won't feel sorry for what happened to me, because the sunshine is always after the storm.
Now I have entered middle school, entered another stage of my life, and ushered in more spiritual challenges. In my busy schedule, I will still take time to look back. Looking back, I once smiled helplessly; Looking back, glory is like ripples, but bitterness has become the most precious experience. ...
Life, this long road, section by section, the scenery is different, sometimes looking back, thinking a lot, feeling a lot.
Looking back on excellent composition 4, I like fallen leaves because they are about to wither; Love the sunset, because it is about to disappear; Like ... everyone will experience birth and death, just like every tree will experience spring, summer, autumn and winter, and then gradually wither. ...
spring
That spring a long time ago, the little girl took her grandmother's hand across the clear stream and over the green hillside, and found the beautiful place that her grandmother said. Grandma said that there is a beautiful place beyond the mountain, where colorful flowers and soft grass grow in spring. When it finally arrived, the little girl found that it was not as beautiful as grandma said. The little girl pouted long, and grandma looked at her and smiled. She magically took out a wild flower with a bow from behind and gave it to her …
The little girl remembers that the flowers in spring were sent by her grandmother.
summer
A long time ago that summer, the little girl played with her friends as usual, but this summer seemed particularly hot. Soon, the little girl was sweating profusely. Grandma is still smiling, holding a towel and a fan, wiping the little girl's sweat and giving her a fan. The breeze seems to blow into the little girl's heart, so comfortable. ...
The little girl remembered that the summer breeze was given by her grandmother.
autumn
Long, long ago that autumn, the little girl vaguely remembered that it was a golden season, full of people's happy laughter. At this time, the little girl always obediently sits under her grandmother's fruit tree, watching her grandmother carefully hold the fruit with a fork made of bamboo, and then her grandmother will wash the fruit and hand it to the little girl. ...
The little girl remembers that the autumn fruit was given by her grandmother.
winter
That winter a long time ago was particularly cold in rainy winter. The little girl is wearing a sweater knitted by her grandmother. Grandma put the little girl's little hand in her palm and kept rubbing it back and forth until it got warm. ...
The little girl remembered that the warmth of winter was given by her grandmother.
One day, however, grandma died suddenly and withered like a leaf. The little girl gradually understood that everyone will experience birth, illness and death, just as every tree will experience spring, summer, autumn and winter, and then gradually wither. ...
I gradually understood this truth in the process of growing up.
Looking back at the excellent composition 5 suddenly looking back, the beautiful image is reflected in the pupil, and life is like a movie that ends at the end of the point. Slide your finger gently to the left, which is upside down and backward.
That hot summer is as clear as yesterday's memory. The film of the film is constantly changing, and the memory of summer reappears in my mind.
I went home for lunch with sunny hospitality, and after having a pleasant lunch with my parents, I went to school again. The unchanging words came into my cochlea: "Be careful on the road." My mother's voice always makes people happy. I have heard this sentence for many years. I'm tired, tired and dissatisfied. But from that day on, I finally understood a simple greeting, carrying heavy things.
"Be safe on the road." I replied coldly again: "Yes." Then I went to school without looking back. Unexpectedly, on that day, my mother went shopping and broke a bone. When I got home, when Yi Zheng or my mother was not at home, my mother's voice came from the door. My heart suddenly tightened, and I rushed out of the door and took pains to care for my mother. My trousers and knees are worn out. The palms are covered with cocoons, the color of blood, and the knees are a little bloodshot. Somehow, my nose is oozing. From then on, I finally understood that the simple sentence "Pay attention to safety" is so precious and warm.
The next day, I was ready to go to school again. I waited outside the door after eating. I don't know what I'm waiting for. I just feel that something has disappeared in my heart. After waiting for a long time, I lowered my eyelids, blindfolded and dragged my heavy legs to school. "pay attention to safety!" The voice behind me made me stiff, my pupils suddenly contracted, and tears of joy swirled in my wet eyes. I held back the sour taste of my nose, turned around and smiled brightly at my dearest mother. ...
Suddenly looking back, my mother's figure reflected in the wet eyes. I think, as children, we may never have thought that everything we have now is the temporary peace that our parents bought with their half-life energy and time. Perhaps not, we have left a little scar on our wings. We never thought that a simple greeting would carry their deep love for us, so study hard and let our parents stand up straight in front of others even if they bend over!
Looking back at Xiangxi, the mountains stretch like obstacles, and the beautiful ancient city of Phoenix is like a long arm in your arms. In this humble town, Xiong Xiling, the first Prime Minister of the Republic of China, walked out.
Is it raining in Mao Mao at school? I walked into the ancient city. Walking on the bluestone road, bluestone is as smooth as a mirror after being washed by rain. Narrow alleys and stone walls are covered with mosses of various colors. Looking at the antique houses on both sides that look like Huizhou architecture, I have a feeling that time is staggered.
With a feeling of admiration, I stepped into the gate of Xiong Xiling's former residence. In the courtyard of the quadrangle, there is a Wang Bitan with bluestone as the bottom. There are clusters of silky grass and a camellia on the shore, and burning red flowers are blooming among the branches and leaves. There is a rockery piled with strange stones in the corner, with a trickle like a line between the stones. There are more than a dozen koi fish in the pool. They gathered in a corner and died when they saw people.
In front of the main hall hangs a couplet given to him by Cai Yuanpei, president of Peking University: "I sincerely hope to be patriotic all my life, hope to revitalize China, be charitable all my life and educate the nation." This is the highest evaluation of his life achievements. Walking into the memorial hall, there is a bronze bust of the old man in the middle. The wall is covered with photos and many touching words, recording Mr. Xiong's life. Reading these words, I seem to see his childhood. He was exceptionally intelligent in his childhood, and he was a scholar at the age of 14. The examiner gave him an evaluation: Bian Chu was wild, unprecedented, talented and promising in Sanxiang.
Looking at these photos, I seem to see Mr. Xiong writing in the study when he was a child, reciting in front of the book. Unconsciously, the sun went down, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the room, making his face red.
He became the first prime minister of the Republic of China in his heyday. The establishment of a first-class talent cabinet has injected fresh blood into the country. Because of the restoration of Yuan Shikai, he resolutely resigned, which shows his pride. After that, he devoted himself to charity, established Xiangshan Kindergarten and trained thousands of orphans, making them the pillars of the future country.
Walking up to the second floor and looking out of the window, the green Tuojiang River flows quietly and slowly, like a huge green ribbon, turns a corner in the distance and immediately disappears in the shadow of the green hills. There are several small wooden boats on the river. The boatman at the stern of the boat is supporting the boat with paddles and singing folk songs. The ship is moving forward leisurely. Dozens of stones are arranged on the river at intervals, forming a natural stone bridge. Watching the river swirling among the stones, I imagined that the young man in the robe was full of heroism. Walk out of Phoenix and Xiangxi from here.
Walking out of the memorial hall, I looked back at the statue of the old man. His eyes were still so serene and firm.
Looking back at excellent composition 7 from spring to winter, back and forth. We unconsciously increased a little maturity, and childlike innocence turned us around. What do you see?
I was not confident since I was a child. I never dare to raise my hand and talk to my classmates. I think I am much worse than them. I dare not talk to them for fear that they will laugh at me, so I have few friends. Going to junior high school changed me and made me confident.
When I first entered junior high school, I was shrouded in a sense of strangeness. Strangers and strange scenery scare me. I sat in the corner of the classroom and spent my first day in my own corner. In the second day of junior high school, I still seldom spoke, but my classmates were very enthusiastic about me. Monitor Wang Yi always cares about me and helps me. I gradually feel how happy I am to be taken care of, and my heart is warm.
Gradually, I began to talk to them and answer the teacher's questions in class. The Chinese teacher was very kind to me at first and often helped me solve problems after class. ""Don't be afraid, son, "she said to me." You are great. You are no worse than other students. "As long as you have confidence, you will become better." I nodded with tears.
Once, the school held a poetry reading contest, and the Chinese teacher asked me. I am as scared as ever. Looking at the teacher's eyes and the students' smiles, I agreed. Before the game, the teacher asked me to read it in class. I'm a little flustered. I stepped onto the platform and watched the teachers and classmates smile at me. I read it once. After that, there was warm applause in the classroom and I cried.
My classmates care so much about me that I can't give up on myself. I will study hard, come on!
On the day of the competition, before I went to the recitation platform, I looked back. They all smiled as brightly as peach blossoms.
Finally, I won the second prize. I am happy because I am not afraid. Since then, I have made many friends, and other teachers are surprised by my sudden change, which is the encouragement of my classmates and teachers. I smiled. I watched the teachers and students bow deeply. I looked at them, they all looked at me with tears in their eyes, and they smiled.
I will never forget their smiles and eyes, on the day I took the stage.
In the footprint of life, countless things, people and sights can make people stare back. When you are not confident, when you look back, a bright smile is engraved in your heart like a peach blossom. Like the sun, it shines on me and fills my heart with confidence. Looking back, I understand a lot. Their smiles are my affirmation, as gentle as the spring breeze. As pure as snowflakes. As warm as the sun.
When I encounter any difficulties in my life, I always remember to turn around and see a blooming peach blossom.
Looking back on the excellent composition of the past 8, the footsteps of the past, from ignorance to innocence to understanding. As the saying goes, "Looking back 500 times will bring you and me together in this life." Yes, it's good to have you.-Mom.
My mother has shouldered all the burdens since the baby was born. My mother is very hard, and I have to be annoyed by my mother. I'm bored, and my mother is angry, so I'm not bored. Then I looked at my mother and smiled. Looking back now, I was really naive at that time.
I am older, probably in the third or fourth grade of primary school. I look clingy by coquetry, but my mother is always kind to other people's children, and I am inexplicably jealous. Finally, once, I couldn't help biting my mother's right arm. At first, my mother patted me on the back and told me to let go. I didn't listen, but I bit harder. My mother looked at me very sad, so she stopped to let me continue to bite.
After entering junior high school, I began to pay attention to it and longed for beautiful clothes from head to toe. But I didn't. I asked my mother to buy it, and my mother always said, "Your father didn't get paid these days, and your brother went to college to ask for money. He really has no spare money in his hand. Wear clothes for a while if you can, and talk about it later. " ? "I yelled:" You always said that my dad didn't get paid, but in fact, his salary was already paid. You said my brother needed money to go to college. He is an adult and can't earn by himself. People always laugh at me as a "bumpkin". Have you ever thought about me? "Then there was a loud door closing sound. The rain outside the window was mixed with my crying. My mother was left crying and was silent for a long time. Later, I learned that my father's salary was saved for family expenses, and my brother and I were studying. Looking back now, I was really headstrong.
After the third grade, before entering high school, I asked my mother to buy a mobile phone, but she still said, "Without spare money, a middle school student needs a mobile phone, which affects his study." "I have all my good friends, why don't I? Hum. " I am still unconvinced. "It is not good for others to have mobile phones in the future. I haven't seen each other for a month since I entered high school. Can you stand hearing my voice? " Now you and dad can get paid, and I don't need money. Why don't you buy it for me? Don't send me flowers if you have money. I wonder if you are my mother. If you don't buy it, I'll earn it myself. "Say that finish, my mother fainted. Later, I learned that my mother was hypoglycemia and didn't take good care of herself for a long time. Having said that, I bowed my head in shame. Looking back now, I really didn't understand at that time.
Recalling the past, the past is still clear, but I understand that the past has become the past. Now we should seize the memories and always remind ourselves that a great person is just after you look back 500 times. ...
Looking back at the excellent composition 9 childhood memories will never be washed away by years, and sincere feelings will certainly move forward with time.
Time keeps passing. The brain keeps refreshing like a machine. However, occasionally looking back, I haven't seen my old house for three years.
The memory of my hometown has become increasingly blurred, but the old house under the poplar tree, like an old friend, always gives me an unspeakable warmth. Three years of vicissitudes have made the old house dilapidated, and the wooden doors seem to be woven into cobwebs and covered with dust. Everything tells me that time passes in light and shadow.
The old house that I haven't seen for three years seems to have aged a lot in loneliness. The sky-blue paint was bleached by the sun, and the creaking wooden door seemed to be telling something. The dim light and damp smell are like yellow weeds in the yard, which makes people feel depressed and sigh.
The old house, an old man in this small village. Here, there are memories of my grandfather's life, the land where my father grew up, and the place where I first came to this world to accompany me. At the same time, she also carried my childhood dream, not broken. The original bright color awards on the wall have faded in the hustle and bustle and become ordinary white paper. How proud I used to ride on my father's shoulder and hang it in the most conspicuous place in my home. But now the situation has changed, and everything in the room has become the most silent color. The yellowed black-and-white photos have gradually blurred on the photo frame, and I can only vaguely remember the happiness of my childhood.
I paced in every corner of the old house, as if I were visiting a loving mother in my twilight years, and my heart was full of ripples. ...
Now, I am used to humming a ditty in the busy street; Like Xiao Si's beautiful and sad words; Fell in love with the feeling of typing words with a keyboard; Indulge in the dead of night, sip hot tea lightly, and taste the meaning of "one flower, one world, one sand day" … but forget the existence of my old house.
The only thing I can do is to silently cover her with a layer of golden warmth like dusk. ...
Time runs aground with the shadow of years, and memory never grows old on the road of growth. There is a kind of memory, which can be very long and all the way forward. Only when I look back occasionally will I find that the family relationship has already bloomed like a lotus flower.
Looking back on the excellent composition 10 Looking back is a beautiful memory, which leaves the deepest people, things and things in our minds.
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Looking back, someone called my name. I looked back and found that it was my illusion or someone called me.
At school, we look back almost every day, with teachers, classmates and friends. Once, what impressed me most when I was a child was a little boy calling my name behind me. I look puzzled. I do not know him, but he knows me. I turned around and looked back. He has regular facial features, big eyes, small face, high nose, small cherry mouth and smooth skin. It is characterized by good personality and will not lose his temper. This is such a clean and gentle boy that I have seen for more than ten years. I didn't know him at that time. I went over and asked, how do you know my name? Do I know you? He just said I know him! However, when we met, we were still familiar with each other. At that time, we had a good time. My family and his parents are friends. We always travel together and visit various scenic spots. We are also in the same class at school. I go to school with him. We fight together and do our homework together. He always eats and drinks in our house. Because his parents work in other places, only his grandparents take care of him at home, and his parents will come back to see him during the holidays.
His relationship with his parents is not as good as before. The reason for this is that his parents don't call back often. He has a good relationship with my parents now and treats him like my parents. My parents treat him better than me, because he lacks the love of his parents, who gave it to him. Every time we go to play, my parents will ask him if you want to play, and he will follow. My mother's friends haven't seen her for years. She said that your son and daughter have grown so big. She said yes, my mother has regarded him as her own son.
At this time, his parents came to pick him up and go to Guangzhou to study. He didn't want to go, so his parents asked my parents to let him go to Guangzhou to study. However, my mother called him and told him many things. I peeked at their conversation outside. Actually, to be honest, I'm a little sad. I shed tears, but I can't, because it can promote the relationship between parents in Guangzhou, so I can't shed tears. I held back and he left in the afternoon. In fact, I can see that my parents are reluctant to part with him. We packed jiaozi, and he ate and left. I secretly cried in my room, thinking that he would definitely come back for the New Year.
A few years later, my classmates and I went to a small supermarket to buy food. Suddenly, someone called me. This familiar voice, I thought "it must be him", but I didn't expect it to be him. Turned to look, his face was full of sweet smiles.