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Nostalgic composition
In the usual study, work and life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following are my collected reminiscence compositions for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Memory composition 1 At night, the spring rain was beating on the windowsill happily. I sat in the light, picked up a pen and felt the melody of spring. Stay in my mind. ...

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, how many are there tomorrow?" Every day, cycle between day and night; Every year, it is in the four seasons. Today, 13 spring and autumn has been buried, and the spring of life is about to die. It will be a warm, innocent and lovely spring; And will rush to the summer full of vitality, such as dazzling golden light, wearing that "crown of youth." ...

This rain seems to have washed away the dust covering 13 years, dug up the memories of that spring in my heart, and made them immortal in my heart; For me, leaving "spring" seems to be a farewell.

The erosion of spring rain brings back memories of spring: the place with no hair in the back of the head was "chewed" by the stairs when I was a child; The indelible scar on the middle finger of the left hand is a lesson left by the curious firecrackers when I was a child: when I was a child, my father took my childhood with him, and when I went out alone, I broke my chin and called me "bamboo sticks pour beans".

It's still raining outside, smiling, I recovered from my thoughts, and the composition paper was blank, so I began to write.

Silent night, only the sound of rain and pen "brushing", they are staggered ... leaving memories of spring, waiting for me to write for the future.

Recalling composition 2 "Ye Shao, yesterday's homework was well done."

My prince, you see, since I met you, I have been very happy, and even my homework has been praised. I enjoyed watching the whole class in amazement, and I know why: First, yesterday's questions were very difficult, and second, my study has been at the lower-middle level, so it is inevitable to do more standard homework than good students.

My prince, from now on, I decided to study hard, not for the title of "good student", not for the glory of hollow reputation, but for not being killed by your shining light, not being forced to stop chasing by your shining light, and not being stung by your dazzling aura. It pains me to think about it. I don't want to be an "invisible man" attracted by your charm. This kind of person means nothing to you. I must study hard and be qualified to be with you, or at least to meet you. Otherwise, I can only peek at you from a distance, or choose to run away with my tail between my legs. The lack of knowledge makes me feel inferior and makes me feel that I am just a passer-by with you now, maybe not even a passer-by.

So, please be patient, okay?

Wait until I'm qualified to talk to you ...

Recalling Composition 3 On the night of June 65438+1 October1New Year's Day, an unforgettable pain was deeply branded in my mind.

That night, I was watching TV when I suddenly felt a little blocked in my ears. I think it's nothing, so I'll leave it alone. Sleep at night, my ears hurt a little. I finally fell asleep, but this is just the beginning.

When I fell asleep, I was suddenly awakened by pain, and my ears hurt like my heart. I woke up the whole family by shouting while covering my ears. My parents asked me what was wrong. I couldn't speak for a long time, but I tried my best to shout: "Pain ... pain ..." My parents were even more anxious. I kept shouting, tears kept flowing like rain, and when I opened my mouth, tears poured down like a flood. Suddenly, my head lit up and I felt a dull pain. My ears seemed to have a fever and it was extremely hot. Mom said from time to time, "Maybe you have otitis media, otherwise it won't hurt so much!" " "Dad was anxious and said," Yes, it's so late now that the hospital can't go. What should I do? "

I prayed silently that my ears would get better, but my ears hurt more and more. I was sweating with pain, and I kept saying, "What should I do? What should I do?" My mother told me to go to sleep quickly, bear with it, and I would be fine when I fell asleep. I can only sob and say, "Go to sleep ... I can't sleep ... It hurts ..." As I spoke, tears blurred my eyes again. ...

After a long time, I finally fell asleep ... The next day, I slept until two o'clock and barely got out of bed. After seeing the doctor, the doctor said it was because the irrigation was a little inflamed. Put some eye drops in your ear and it will be fine in a few days. I just sighed lightly and let go of my hanging heart.

The pain of this night still haunts me now, and it will always leave a deep impression on me. ...

In my memory galaxy, there are countless stars, but there is always one star brighter than others, which I will never forget. ...

I remember when I was in the middle class of kindergarten, one day, there was a skipping competition. At that time, because I was the youngest in my class, I watched skipping on TV-that is, a person grabbed both ends of the rope (I called it the handle of the rope for the time being) and the rope passed under his feet when jumping. It looks very interesting. But I can't jump. I, at the moment when the teacher handed me the rope, I could only hold the skipping rope and wonder where it was. Other students laughed at me and said, "You are too stupid to jump rope." I am sad. At this time, a stern voice sounded: no one is allowed to laugh! This is exactly what my most beautiful teacher said. Then the teacher said softly, "Yuanyuan, come." The teacher taught you, look, grab the handle first and throw it forward. When the rope is about to land, jump up hard ... Try again! "Suddenly, my eyes filled with tears, and a warm current came to me. I tried to jump up like a teacher, and I finally learned.

Although I have graduated from kindergarten for four years, the most beautiful teacher and that class are still in my heart, and I will never forget it. Me too, jumping from a few to hundreds. I want to thank that class and my teacher! (WeChat official account: Mo You Xiang)

Each of us has a wonderful childhood. In our childhood, there will be many interesting things, both happy and sad. Of course, I am no exception. Today, I want to tell you the most interesting thing about my childhood! Every summer vacation, I always follow my grandfather like a "follower" and ask him to pick peaches for me.

As long as the peach blossoms bloom in spring and arrive at my grandmother's house, I always ask her, "When can I pick peaches to eat?" Grandma always smiled and said to me, "Soon, when the peaches are big and red, they can be picked." It's finally time to pick peaches. As soon as the morning dawned, I woke my grandpa up and went to the fields to pick peaches. Although grandpa is over 60 years old, he can pick peaches as flexibly as a little monkey, picking from left to right, and soon he picked a big basket. Although I am "small and flexible", I only picked a basket for half a day. Gradually, I lost my patience. "Picking peaches is better than grandpa. I can eat peaches better than him! " I thought and put my hand into the peach basket. "Peaches are so sweet and delicious!" I ate five or six in a short time.

When grandpa saw me again, the whole person was shocked, because my beautiful skirt was covered with peach juice and peach hair, and I was still scratching my arms and neck, just like a little monkey. Then I was sent to the village clinic. My childhood was interesting, wasn't it? What was your childhood like? Say it quickly and share it with all of us!

You are like a pot of wine. The more you cherish in my heart, the more mellow it is.

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After the storm in late autumn, the person who makes me feel warm and not lost is you!

After cleaning, I rushed back to the classroom, still empty as I imagined. I am absent-mindedly packing my schoolbag, and the sound of rain outside is disturbing. I walked out of the teaching building, and the rain was heavier than I expected. The accumulated water instantly flooded the soles of my shoes and said to myself, "It's another person walking." Night, especially quiet, especially lonely, especially sad. I shrink my neck, pull my skirts, and speed up my steps. A familiar figure becomes clearer and clearer. "Grandma, why are you here?" "I heard that you were late for school on duty, so I'll pick you up." Your face is full of worries, but you can always give me a faint answer. When you put your scarf in your arms and took my hand, your cold fingers had to attract my attention. Seeing your pants wet by the rain made me feel warm and beautiful.

Dark clouds are gathering, and after the thunder and lightning, you let me regain my confidence and break through the smog!

My classmates' misunderstanding disheartened me. You opened the door, and the warm air surrounded me, with a smell of rice. You said briskly, "Wash your hands and get ready for dinner." But I was still immersed in a sad atmosphere and said, "I don't want to eat, I want to be alone." I closed the door of my room and shed tears. You whispered in front of the door, "Can Grandma come in?" I didn't answer. You think you came in with acquiescence. Hold me in your arms and touch my back: "Speaking of children, have you been wronged at school?" Go your own way and let others talk! As long as you are right, you are not afraid to keep a clear head ... "Your words make me feel much better, just like a rainbow after the rain, which makes me regain my confidence and be myself.

Grandma, you know, you are like a beam of sunshine, shining in my heart. Although sunshine is not eternal, the warmth shining in my heart is eternal. I will cherish this warmth forever.

It's time we met. I was crowded on the road in the sun, but I couldn't help but hear a whisper hovering in my ear, but I only saw a young man intoxicated by it. I can't help disturbing it and enjoying it silently.

Unfortunately, I know little about rhythm, but how can such beauty be broken by me? So I sat on the stone plate, quietly listening to the music, quietly watching the teenagers. At the end of the song, I turned around and wanted to walk behind me: Why is it so charming? I gently turned around and said, "The rhythm of the princess can be said to be the work of a fairy." How can it compare with a little woman? How to judge? Today, if you meet one day, you must thank him in person. Turning around, I heard a whisper, and I couldn't help whispering: On the moonlit night of the Twenty-four Bridges, where did the Jade Man teach to play the flute? You said it was a sunny day. What's the moonlit night?

I bent down and said, only if you have the heart can you feel something. You said, no, girl. Where to start? I said with a frown, it's too late to tell you today, but my mother is glad to see this little woman late.

In my memory, there is a good memory. It was given to me by a cat.

It was last spring, and I brought back a cat named Mimi from my grandmother's house. Mimi is a young lady, with a black and white down jacket neatly draped over her body and a bell hanging around her neck. When she is bored, she will play two songs. Therefore, it became my favorite.

Mimi was only three months old when she came. Eat only good canned cat food and pure stewed fish soup every day. This made dad very angry-he hated Mimi's femininity, saying that Mimi only ate, slept after eating, ate after sleeping, ate better than us, slept more comfortably than us, and didn't do anything. For these reasons, Mimi is often dumped by her father. I'm better when I'm here, but once I'm not at home, it's unfortunate.

Gradually, Mimi grew up, almost one year old. At this time, it has formed the habit of sitting at the door during the day and sleeping in my bed at night.

In this way, dad became better and stopped playing with Mimi.

One morning, I went out to buy canned cat food. When I went home, I looked at the cat food can after I was busy with other things. I found a hole in the box and a bottle was missing, which was very confusing. I didn't know Mimi had been following me on the road until I saw Mimi's beard. I couldn't help stealing a can when I came back. Suddenly, Mimi smiled, as if to say, "Hum, Master, I'm sorry!" " I smiled at it and thought, you greedy cat!

Happy time can't stay forever. One day, it left me.

Once, I went out to my grandmother's house, and when I came back, I saw no Mimi at the door. I was in such a hurry. I put down my clothes and searched around crazily. A whole hour has passed, and there is still no sign of Mimi. My ears are in tears. When my mother saw this, she came to stop it and lied to me that Mimi was just going out to play.

If only what my mother said was true. Unfortunately, it never came back. ...

Now, all this is just a memory, a permanent memory.

On a sunny day, the sun shines all over the earth, and the air is so fresh.

Today, we are going to pick strawberries. I picked strawberries with Zhu, Kong Xiaohan and me. Everyone walked into strawberry fields hand in hand. Wow! The strawberries here are really big! Red, emitting an attractive fragrance, as if to shout to me: "Come and arrest me!" " Come and pick me up! "wow! I found a big strawberry in the distance. I immediately ran over the fence, picked it and put it in the basket. Gradually, there are more and more strawberries in my basket, almost full, and at the same time, my speed has also accelerated. " Ah! There is a strawberry king here! "I immediately jumped out and picked it and put it in the basket happily. Others had to stand aside in frustration, who told them to move slowly! Looking at the strawberries in the basket, I ate one carefully. In an instant, a feeling of happiness welled up in my mind. "That's so sweet! ""I shouted in my heart, that sweet taste, I can't forget it for a long time. Time passed quickly, suddenly slipped through our fingers, and we reluctantly left this place.

That sweet taste makes me linger, deeply engraved in my heart, and can't fade for a long time.

Composition memory 10 primary school grade five or six, poor grades, my parents gave me a make-up class. At first, I went to school because my classmates were there. With the passage of time, my classmates have stopped tutoring there and my grades have improved, but I don't want to leave. Teachers who are used to following cram schools have become more courageous. I also have a small problem, that is, I cheat sheets during dictation.

At first, I thought it was good to copy cheat sheets. Correct it every time, don't rewrite it. It didn't last long I was finally caught dictating. Just when I was absorbed in the cheat sheet, the speed of dictation slowed down, and the teacher became suspicious of me, but I was still immersed in complacency-suddenly the cheat sheet in front of me was taken away with a swish, and I was shocked. I looked up at the teacher's stern eyes and said, "Copy the dictation part 10 times, and don't leave until you finish it!"

I suddenly felt black at the moment, so I had to bite the bullet and accept the punishment. Who told me to be smart? My ass was nailed to the bench, and I sat there copying until the evening. It's getting dark and the lights in the classroom are on, but I haven't finished copying all my homework. I was going crazy, and the teacher came over and told me not to write, saying, "Remember? The exam will be affirmative. You can't cheat. Otherwise, how will the teacher know where you are wrong? So far this time, there must be no next time! " My tears welled up at this moment, and I felt sad and sour, as if it were the taste of regret and chagrin.

Although I suffered great pain, I have never made the same mistake since that lesson. I learned the sweetness of honesty from a painful lesson, which made me firmly remember this beautiful memory.

Memory composition 1 1 at night, a bright moon rises quietly, and the shining little stars quietly radiate soft light. I stood quietly at the window, thinking for a long time, and was about to leave my primary school life.

For six years, we have changed from a naive bird to a mature eagle. These six years are like a movie, which keeps playing back in my mind. It seems monotonous, but it contains beautiful memories that cannot be planned.

That afternoon, I had a high fever and was lying in bed. I was very upset and my whole body was on fire. "This should be after school? My schoolbag is still at school! " I stared at the ceiling with my eyes open. 10 minutes later, my mother told me: Wu is coming. I slightly one leng, hurriedly got up, put on a dress at random, and stood at the door. Close, close, closer ... ah! It's Wu! She is riding a bike with my schoolbag on the frame. She smiled and handed me the bag. At that moment, the dark clouds in my heart were immediately replaced by soft sunshine, and I smiled a little disgusting.

Recalling the past, leaving a trace of sweetness; Recalling friendship, my heart is like a blooming lily; Recalling the campus, full of laughter everywhere; Recall that setbacks have long been driven away by everyone's courage and unity. ...

In the past six years, we laughed together because of success and cried together because of failure ... good memories will always be cherished in our hearts!

Memory composition 12 warmth is a ray of sunshine, which makes us no longer feel cold; Warmth is a beacon, so that we won't lose our way.

My little cousin will come to our house for dinner on Sunday weekend. She is only three years old this year. She looks like a doll, very cute. She always brings a lot of joy to the whole family. But I didn't do well in the exam because I just handed out the results on Friday, and my mood was very low.

"Sister is coming." Mother said in a friendly tone. I didn't speak, just stayed in the corner of the sofa, not in the mood to tease my sister. My sister crept up to me and sat down cleverly. Looking at her lovable appearance, my lost mood suddenly improved a lot.

It's time for dinner. We sat around the table. My mother enthusiastically put a piece of beef in my sister's small bowl. I looked at my sister and wondered how she ate beef. I wonder if she would get it all over her face and hands. However, to her surprise, she pushed her small bowl in front of me and said, "Brother, eat." I paused, and my heart suddenly had mixed feelings. All my losses and grievances seem to have vanished. My sister and I looked at each other, and my sister smiled so sweetly that my heart melted.

At this moment, I feel very warm, as warm as the winter sunshine.

Recalling the composition 13 Cherish the time,

Cherish everyone in this short time,

Take care of yourself.

Class 1 13, a class that many people will never forget!

It has an indescribable glorious history!

Darkness hovered in the air.

I can't see where to go.

Maybe the memory is at the other end of the dream.

Can't live in real space.

Want to go back to the past

Miss the past.

The shy face is a bit childish.

Keep thinking

Stop the playback of memory

Blind pursuit

It's still empty

Gray night

I don't know where to hide when I'm sleepy.

Turn around and be lonely

Lying beside me all the time.

Want to go back to the past

Try to keep the story going.

At least I won't let you leave me again

Distract one's time

I'll hold it tighter this time.

I don't know.

It's not too late.

We stayed in the classroom for almost a year. That is full of memories of our freshman year. .

An old yellow lamp

Time is silent.

Alone and without discretion

I don't know the difference between light and heavy

Silently support skipping strangeness

Quietly watching the dusk in the morning

Remember that spacious playground, our sanitary area every time. .

I remember the sports meeting was rainy.

For the opening ceremony

Those children who are still in the rain.

I remember that crazy young time, the day when I fought with the class teacher, which was so interesting. That year, we loved traveling, climbing mountains and playing with sea fans.

Yes, I remember those. Friends, best friends, we should be good from now on.

Memory composition 14 Memory is beautiful. Whenever I see the photo of building a sand castle on the beach when I was a child on my desk, I can always recall that wonderful time. Happiness welled up in my mind, and everything was vividly in my mind. ...

It was a spring five years ago, and my family went to Phuket, Thailand. The place where I built the sandcastle is an island near Phuket, where there are soft and white beaches, quiet and green seawater and charming tropical seascapes ... The scenery is so beautiful that people can't open their eyes. I can't help sighing the magic of nature!

Because I am only five years old and can't swim, I can only play on the beach with my mother. The beach is my happy world. I built a small castle with a sand shovel, surrounded by dry branches. The roof of the castle was decorated with small shells, shining in the sun and looking at my masterpiece. I am very happy. Suddenly, a wave rolled over and the newly built castle was ruthlessly washed away by the sea. With tears streaming down my face, I shouted to the sea, "You bastard, give me back my castle …" My mother looked at me angrily and said with a smile, "Baby, don't be angry, it's okay. We will continue to build stronger and more beautiful castles, so that the waves will never wash your castle into the sea again. "

In a short time, my mother and I built a beautiful castle together, just like the swan castle in the fairy tale. Against the blue sky and blue sea, it is as beautiful as a fairy. I was intoxicated in a state of ecstasy. Although I was covered with white sand, my face was flushed with the sun. My mother picked me up and stood on the beach. I felt extremely happy and warm. I feel the embrace of the sea with open arms and I don't want to leave for a long time.

Good memories make people miss, although time can't go back, but good memories will always stay in my heart, make me happy and grow with me.

Since you have chosen, don't give up easily, no matter how difficult it is. -inscription

It was another quiet night, and I sat alone in a rocking chair to enjoy the cool. I admit it was really calm, and I quietly recalled his appearance. Some people say that love in winter is often short-lived; But love in spring is long and beautiful. They met in late winter and early spring: the sun shone warmly on them; The spring breeze is mixed with a little east wind, and some are slightly cool; There seems to be a little green in the withered grass. Accidental acquaintance It turned out that he was her good friend's college classmate, and they met at her good friend's birthday party.

It is accidental that two people meet once on the same day; It is destiny takes a hand that two people meet twice on the same day; Two people meet three times on the same day, so there is really fate between them. On August 8, 20xx, they met three times without an appointment.

This day is their first anniversary. On this day, they ate alone for the first time and spent a few hours alone, which enhanced their understanding of each other. After falling in love for a year, they met, and they were bathed in the warm spring under the blessing of the spring breeze. Driving to the border of the city, the wind is a little cold. When I opened the window, I saw the ocean, which became the wings of the beach. Memories reverberate in the air ...