I can't forget the excellent composition 1 for a long time. The sunset on that day was like blood, pretending not to be sad and saying goodbye with blessings.
Three years have finally come to an end. On the last afternoon, there was no class. Sunlight overflows at will, spreading warmth to every inch of land. Not far ahead, are familiar faces, serious. The familiar voice is hovering in the ear, and the answering skills that have long been familiar with the heart are presented again. If it was before, I would be impatient and earnestly pray for the end! But this time, quiet. Time seems to have stopped, and we are the only ones left in this world. Clouds curled up in a corner, and the breath was infinitely elongated. Every second is like a century. Teacher, do you really stop laughing? This may be the last time I see you.
Then, inevitably, it ended, and school was over.
Quietly pick up the book and say "Come on" to every classmate. . Deliberately stalling, but eventually there will be an ending.
I finally made up my mind to leave and threw myself into her arms at the moment of turning around. "Have you reviewed it?" She said: "You must cheer for this move. Be good in high school. Also, miss me. " It is such a simple word, but I feel so sad, as if I will never forget it. I've always wanted to graduate quickly, leave quickly and never come back. When I finally faced all this ... the result was: tears were about to flow.
Familiar temperature, familiar smell, familiar voice, familiar people. Feeling, the body seems to have cracked a huge wound, quietly, but the pain goes hand in hand. The vocal cords are also lost, which stings. How many words, can't say. I have been silent for so long. I don't know how long it took. I heard myself say, "All right."
She smiled. A small crescent with complete eyes, without a happy expression. We are all the same, trying so hard to hide all our sadness with a smile, but our poor acting skills completely reveal the inner secret: the glittering and translucent jump between black eyes, and we can't wait to look at the world. However, you must not come out. Please.
"Goodbye." She said. Then turn around and leave. Only lonely back, no chance to say goodbye.
The weather is really nice. The sun in the western sky has not lost its spirits, and it has put a fire-like wedding dress on the surrounding clouds. It's breezy and snows in June. Hehe, others are holding textbooks to celebrate graduation, but we are sad to leave.
Ann Yiru said that once beauty reaches its extreme, it becomes desolate. Is that so? Because the feelings for this place are too real? I really hate to part with it.
Flowers say trees have beautiful leaves. Leaves fall, with branches as the gesture. If the branches rot, carve the roots. If this feeling is like four seasons, I would like to be like a good tree.
When I go home every weekend, whenever I have time, I will habitually take out my long-cherished photo album. Although it is not brand-new, it is my baby! Because it can bring back many good memories. ...
This time is no exception. I can't help taking it out, remembering it carefully and savoring every scene. Over and over-this photo reminds me of the happiness and freedom of my childhood. Feel the gold of childhood.
This photo was taken when I was eight years old. Although the charming scenery in the photo has been four years later, it is still vivid. This is a cool autumn and a harvest day. Several of our inseparable friends suddenly wanted to have a picnic in the country, and my mother accompanied us to the "Xanadu"! When we arrived at our destination, the sun had already set slowly in the west, and sunset clouds filled the sky. Clouds are like pieces of red silk, and the breeze blows across our faces. The breeze is not as biting as the strong wind in winter, and there is no earthy smell in spring. But so comfortable! At first glance, the endless rice fields are like a golden Wang Yang with rolling waves. At that time, we were so excited to see such beautiful scenery naively. Because we live in the city all day, afraid of being polluted by car exhaust, busy and noisy, crowded with people, but the scene here is in sharp contrast with the city. The air here is so fresh and the atmosphere is so quiet! So we played hide-and-seek and lost our handkerchiefs under the flaming maple tree. Catch fish and touch shrimp in the pond; Made of straw circles ... many, many, everything is so beautiful, so carefree, at that time, I was so naive. ...
Seeing us in the photo, hand in hand under the maple tree, laughing so naturally, unrestrained, so sweet, my heart is full of joy! In the sunset, a blush appeared on my face!
Time is gone forever, but good memories are worth remembering for a lifetime! So is the golden childhood! Indeed, carefree and innocent childhood has stained my childhood with gold that can never be erased! Let's taste it forever ...
My childhood is like a collection record, which contains many wonderful childhood memories. It is divided into many categories, such as jokes, innocence and growth, so it is colorful, just like a colorful palette.
That was when I was five years old. One day, my mother took me out for dinner. During the dinner, the people next to him said, "This little girl is really beautiful." I feel flattered. "It's a pity that the little girl's eyebrows are too thick." Hearing this sentence, my mood became bad. I have no appetite to eat, and I'm always thinking. Back home, my mother began to take a nap. I think, doesn't mom usually make herself beautiful through makeup? Yes, I also make myself more beautiful through my own makeup. As soon as I got started, I went to my mother's bedroom, where there was a dresser and a sofa chair. I remember that my mother usually wears makeup and combs her hair there. I am eager to move, too. I took out the white foundation from the drawer and patted it on my face. Suddenly, my face is as white as snow. Next, I took out my eyebrow trimmer, which was so fine that I couldn't see it myself. At this time, my eyebrows become very sparse. I immediately took out my eyebrow pencil and drew two heavy strokes. At this time, I feel very beautiful. I took out a pale pink blush and put it on my cheek. At this time, I became a shy little girl and blushed. Next, I took out my false eyelashes and put them on my eyes. I took out sky blue eye shadow and applied it to my eyelids. Then, I took out a big red lip gloss and applied it to my lips. My mouth is as red as blood. I also took out my perfume and sprayed some on myself. Finally it should be curling. I found a curling appliance. I tie my hair into a ponytail first, then wrap the appliance around the tied ponytail, and then wrap my hair around the curling iron. There is only one last step left, that is, changing clothes.
I put on white pantyhose, a pale pink lace wedding dress (including veil and gloves) and a pair of white high-heeled shoes. I put on my sterling silver necklace and earrings. Like a little princess.
I quickly woke up my mother from her nap and told her to look after my little princess. As soon as my mother saw me, she said to me, Xinyi, why are you so smelly? Come on, let me wash it off for you.
This is my childhood, a little girl who likes to brag.
Although time has long passed and that life has disappeared, I still can't forget the person who left a deep memory on me. The person who has to lecture loudly for fear that we can't hear clearly, the person who still cares about us after a fever, and the person who takes good care of the students who have fallen, always reminds me of my thoughts. She is my Chinese teacher in primary school and my head teacher, Miss Lu.
Teacher Lu is of medium height, in her forties, and has kind eyes. Because of her concern for her classmates, many classmates like her very much. I remember at that time, I was shy and timid, and I was more or less timid in the face of strangers. It was Teacher Lu who cared about me and gave me all kinds of encouragement. Although I am shy, I can always raise my hand to answer questions in class. Teacher Lu often reminds me of my mistakes and helps me build up my confidence. I like painting very much, so Teacher Lu encouraged me to take part in the painting competition. I went all out and won the second prize. It was my first time to take part in the competition, and Teacher Lu gave me the chance to win the prize! Sometimes when I get excellent grades, Teacher Lu will praise me when my mother picks me up. When my grades are not satisfactory, Teacher Lu will not criticize me, but patiently analyze the reasons for me. Teacher Lu helped me a lot!
I still vaguely remember an incident that happened in the first grade of primary school. On that occasion, Teacher Lu was checking the endorsement in the classroom. Then I suddenly remembered that I recited it at my mother's place, but I forgot to ask her to sign it. At that time, if I forgot to recite or sign, I would be punished. Seeing that the teacher wanted me to come here, I couldn't help but be very scared and helpless for a while. At this time, the idea of "imitating parents' handwriting signature" flashed through my mind. Seeing that no one around me noticed me, I quickly signed my mother's name on it and closed the book. Teacher Lu came over. At this moment, my heart seemed to be heavy. I saw Mr. Lu meditate for a while and drew me a "read" sign-a five-pointed star. I am relieved, but I feel extremely ashamed. Since then, I have never done such a thing.
Until I grew up and opened the textbook, the bad words had already been erased, and only my mother signed my name again. But the mark it left was a child's at first sight. Only then did I fully understand that the teacher knew that I didn't mean it and believed me, so she hid it for me!
My teacher, how much effort you have devoted to me! What about me? But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!
My memory is excellent composition 5 "... I go to school, I am not late every day, I love studying and working, and I want to make contributions to the people when I grow up. "A little girl's singing evoked my memory.
I vaguely remember that the first lesson of the first grade music textbook in primary school is this song of going to school. At that time, I was a little girl, called "Little One", and my mouth was full of songs. This ballad is the starting point of my primary school career. Now, I want to go back to the past and walk on the path to school with a large group of classmates, either playing or jumping, or singing or laughing. This nursery rhyme has accompanied many generations through the best childhood, which is the purest memory. There are always one or two people in each generation who take the lead in singing "The sun shines in the sky, flowers smile at me, and birds say," Morning, morning, why are you carrying explosives? I went to bomb our school, and the teacher didn't know. As soon as I pulled the rope, I ran as fast as I could. Bang, the school disappeared. "At that time, we were crazy, hated reading, and were full of pranks and pranks. Although I am a good girl in the eyes of teachers and parents, I have excellent grades and am very smart. Actually, I have something that my elders don't know. I once fought with a boy on the stairs, and both sides saw blood, although it was only a minor injury; I once stepped on someone else's small skateboard (pencil sharpener) and slid in front of him; I hit the downstairs with a balloon full of water and hit a boy playing basketball downstairs; Adhesive tape stuck to other people's hair almost made them bald, but fortunately it was a boy. ...
Time flies, although I work hard, I can't catch up with the lost years. What is lost is youth, not memories; It's the photos that turn yellow, not the feelings. Now I am no longer naive or naughty. The little guy who used to wear these two croissants and jump on that familiar path has gradually disappeared at the end of the path. She will only go further and further and never come back. Perhaps, the road is muddy, but when she looks back, she will see a series of footprints getting bigger and bigger, charming and full of charming memories. She will water charming flowers with sweat and tears, give off charming fragrance, and then smile with charming songs.
The little girl hummed this ballad over and over again, and the song echoed in my ears for a long time. Time is still passing, and the gradual disappearance of singing brings me back to reality. I want to live happier than when I was a child. Charming songs, wonderful childhood, my most charming memory.
My childhood is like a colorful palette, including red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Childhood is like a five-flavor bottle with all kinds of ups and downs. The interesting story of childhood is a stream, and the water flowing in it is an interesting story. Now, I'll show you the most beautiful story in the stream.
One day when I was five years old, my parents went out. I was bored at home alone and suddenly saw a lot of clothes in the basin. I suddenly became interested, thinking: mom and dad are working so hard, and they still have to wash so many clothes. Why don't I help them wash it? They will praise me when they come back.
Do it. I poured water into the basin and thought: Mom always puts washing powder when washing clothes. After using washing powder, there will be many bubbles and it will be very clean. I looked everywhere, but I didn't see the washing powder. I think: the washing powder is shiny and smaller than sand. I'm sure I can find it according to the color of washing powder.
I searched and searched, but the washing powder seemed to avoid me and disappeared. I turned around and saw a lot of white things like washing powder in the bottle. I was so excited that I decided that they were washing powder. I quickly brought the bottle and poured some into the basin. I stirred it with my little hand, and then rubbed my clothes hard. I thought there would be many bubbles coming out to play with me, but after a few minutes, there was not even a small bubble.
I sat on the ground in frustration and thought: No way, mom will blister when washing clothes, but I can't wash clothes? How strange! Is Bubble avoiding me on purpose? When my mother came back and saw me sitting on the ground, she asked, what's the matter? Get up! I asked: Why do I wash clothes without bubbles and you wash clothes with bubbles? Mom was surprised, too She asked, did you put the washing powder? Let me go. I nodded. Mom is more confused: how is it possible? What did you put in it? I took the bottle of washing powder and said, I put these washing powders! Mom smiled, clutching her stomach and said, this is not washing powder, this is salt! We usually eat salt. I also burst into laughter.
Although it has been a long time, I always feel funny when I think about it, as if it had just happened. What's so unhappy about it? When I think about it, I have no worries.
My Memories Excellent Composition 7 A maple leaf reminds me of good memories. It is another late autumn afternoon. I am stuck by the window alone, with the "golden butterfly" flying in the sky, and I am absorbed in reading. Suddenly, a leaf slipped from the book and burned red.
"Maple Leaf!" I cried in surprise. This is a long-lost maple leaf-a testimony of my friendship with a girl, which contains the story of me and her in Fenglin. The scene of meeting two years ago can't help reappearing in front of my eyes. ...
It was also an autumn afternoon. It was my birthday. Come to pick up maple leaves as birthday presents at this time of year.
The forest is very quiet, only the rustling of leaves can be heard. I found a girl picking up maple leaves not far away. She is so careful and meticulous that I feel better about her.
Maybe the noise scared her. She looked up and saw me. She paused for a moment, then gave me a sweet smile, which brought us closer at once. I looked at her, almost my age, wearing a white dress, with a delicate face, which looked pure and lovely. Just a little pale, as if recovering from a serious illness, and still very weak. I found a topic and chatted with her. During the conversation, I was surprised that she was so similar to me. We were not only born on the same day, but also picked up maple leaves with the same meaning in the same maple forest. How can there be such a coincidence in the world? The striking similarity made us become good friends soon. We are very happy together, and we will come here to pick up maple leaves today after meeting every year. At this moment, the girl's eyes suddenly dimmed, and she whispered, "Maybe I will never come here again!" " ""why? " "My mother told me that I was very ill and could not stay in this world for long." "What's the matter, so heavy?" "Leukemia, have you ever heard of it? "hematologic cancer! God, this is the most terrible disaster in the world. How did it happen to her? I don't believe the fact that this beautiful and pure girl is terminally ill and will die soon. I was so sad that I didn't know how to comfort her at the moment. She held her head high, looked into the distance and said firmly, "Nothing! Don't be sad! Everyone will die, but when he is alive, he must be full and meaningful; No matter how difficult you encounter, you must overcome it, live bravely and be a strong person! "When she left, she gave me a red maple leaf and said to me," I will definitely come next year! "I'll wait for you! Right here, be there or be square! " So I made a promise. That girl stood me up the next year! I know she will never come. But the fiery maple leaf and the girl's words will always stay in my heart and inspire me to move forward!
My memory is very good. My college life can be simply summed up, that is, three quarters of my time is in the "North District" and one quarter is in the "South District".
My alma mater is located in a beautiful provincial capital city in the northeast of China. It is a well-known comprehensive university in China. Because there are many departments and buildings, it takes up many streets and roads. Probably because of its wide scope, it is also called "Road University". After the new school buildings in the southern district are completed, these old school buildings are naturally named as the northern district to show the difference. At that time, there was a dormitory for 12 people in the north district, which was crowded but warm. A roommate sister summed up the life in the university dormitory in one sentence in the graduation guest book. "A room, a group of people, over time, will breed the feeling of becoming a monk. Life is so strange, and I am grateful for it." For a girl like me who has been longing for a cabin of her own, going to college has realized my dream. A bed, a bookshelf, a set of bedding and a suitcase make up a small world, which makes up my small world. Looking back now, the words North District, Bashe and Kewen Building are still so kind, and the pictures left by these words are still so clear. Yes, three years before college, I lived in a room in Bashe and studied in many classrooms in the liberal arts building. It only takes two or three minutes to walk from Bashe to Kewen Building, and there is a small barbecue shop on the way, which is a place frequented by students. I can't forget that summer night, or enjoy a plate of mutton kebabs and a glass of beer with my classmates or boyfriends in this barbecue shop. As a student, I am frugal, but occasionally extravagant, because I got a scholarship and earned tuition. The kebabs there are small, fresh and delicious, and the price is low, which is completely different from the kebabs we eat now. The kebab is big and chewy. It's a pity that I haven't eaten that kind of mutton string since graduation.
It goes without saying that learning is the first task in college. In addition, the North District gave me more memories: I came back from morning exercise, sleepy, got into bed and continued dreaming; Use a tablecloth to occupy a seat in the classroom of the liberal arts building and change it frequently; In summer, I eat watermelon with my boyfriend in the square in front of the dormitory with stars; When it rains, I sit on the windowsill of my dormitory and listen to the rain. I looked at the people running downstairs without rain gear and sang "It's raining, I see everyone running". It is more romantic to light a candle when sitting in the campus coffee shop and encountering a sudden power outage; As the floor of girls' dormitory, the open space in the corridor on the third floor is always occupied by boys watching football matches, so it is difficult to go up and down the stairs. At meal time, the kind-hearted master in the canteen will personally come upstairs to "please" these fans to "eat"; The boys and girls in the class are having a snowball fight in the snow in the park. ...
I still remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, a Chinese teacher who was still very strange to us became the head teacher of our class.
She didn't come to class early that day, which made us curious. We all thought she was a very beautiful young goddess teacher. But to our surprise, we were disappointed when she came in. Her surname is Wang and her name is. Besides, she is not beautiful. She is a middle-aged teacher and looks very strict. In the face of a new teacher, we are all very nervous, whether it is a good classmate or a bad classmate. And as a middle-aged teacher, she must have rich teaching experience and be very strict.
But after several days of adaptation, I think she is not the "super strict teacher" we imagined, but an interesting and gentle teacher like the Monkey King. I remember one time, Mr. Wang walked into the classroom seriously and said, "Tomorrow we will have a Chinese exam, and the grades will be ranked, so we should work harder today and strive for all our classmates to have good grades tomorrow." Whoever makes progress or does well in the exam will be rewarded by the teacher! " "Yeah" the whole class cried happily. The teacher's mouth tilted slightly, with a smug smile on his face.
When class was over, we didn't leave the teacher, let alone go out to play. Instead, please ask Mr. Wang to give us guidance. Anyone who can't raise his hand and ask the teacher for help. Because the whole class is very devoted, time is like running water to say goodbye to us. Besides, we have to learn other subjects.
After the exam the next afternoon, Mr. Wang came in with a pile of papers and a big smile on his face. This makes us very happy, because it means that our class's exam results are very ideal. After this class, the teacher still kept such a gentle and proud smile on his face and had a good time with us, without any doubt about our naivety.
But time flies too fast. In a blink of an eye, three years with Mr. Wang have passed. We promised to come to see the teacher. Last Teacher's Day, we said goodbye to our teacher a few months later, and we met again. We visited the teacher's new office and classroom together. Just as we were about to say goodbye again, the teacher jokingly said to me, "Oh, thank you, I forgot to ask you to help me with the blackboard newspaper (that is, I was the propaganda Committee member of the class). Without you, the seniors are now helping to make blackboard newspapers, which is not as good as you. " Well, teacher, please believe me, I will definitely come again! "I said with tears.
Now, I look forward to seeing my interesting and lovely teacher Wang as soon as possible! Teacher! I will definitely come again!
My memory is excellent 10 I remember reading this sentence in Hans' notebook: what I put next to the candy is the sweetness I really want to recall. Somehow, I suddenly remembered a classic and well-known song-meteor shower, which has been forgotten for a long time.
That was a long time ago. I heard my classmates sing this song almost every day. But now, many years later, how many people will remember this song? If you can't remind me, everyone should have forgotten its existence!
There are many things, often infatuated with for a period of time, the next moment, even its existence has been forgotten. Maybe some people, like me, will suddenly think of a little memory in the corner of the brain because of the unknown reason of brain contact.
People are always so forgetful, but they will never forget a very important, interesting and profound thing, even though you forget it on purpose.
It's early summer now, and it will be summer vacation soon. Let's go back in time to the same moment n years ago. After graduation, we hugged and told all kinds of happiness and pain.
At the moment of letting go, we each moved towards our own goals and future.
Six years is too long for childhood, but too short for life.
The same summer vacation, the same date, the same strong sunshine, but a different year, a different nature, a different life.
A is now a nurse, realizing her beautiful dream in her early childhood.
B is married. I was particularly surprised to learn the news. Unexpectedly, the little girl who patted her chest and said, "I will never get married before I am 25" is now the mother of a child. I am also glad to know that she is doing well!
C is a little brother. Work, travel, work, travel ... His goal is to travel all over China before the age of 30.
And I'm still struggling for my studies, working hard.
At the same time, in different places, we started our own lives! Winter and summer vacations are a happy time for our reunion.
The hourglass is inverted, and then inverted. It is obvious that time flies. If I can, I want to join hands and sing the meteor shower happily again.
The gentle starry sky should touch you. I will arrange a sky for you behind you. You are not allowed to feel sad. Give me all the weight of your lonely dream, and take your hand and follow me. No matter how strong the wind is, you will never get lost with me.
My Memory Excellent Composition 1 1 How innocent and lovely I was when I was a child. That string of childhood memories came back to my mind with a worn-out sofa. ...
There is a shabby sofa on the stairs of grandma's house, and no one cares. In the rush of time, he still stood there intact and never gave up. I found a wooden chair and sat in the warm sunshine, quietly immersed in memories. "Grandma, come and pick me up!" I jumped up and down on the sofa excitedly. Grandma's summer shorts followed me around the sofa and said to me in a pleading tone, "Be good, don't let grandma run around." As soon as I heard it, I jumped from this wooden chair to that sofa, from that sofa to the ground and back again. Grandma shouted in a panic: "Don't jump, it's not good to fall!" " "I cheekily shouted," nothing will happen! "But just then, my feet sank! I stepped into a crack in the sofa and twisted my foot! " Wow! "I screamed, and grandma threw down her pants, quickly helped me up, carefully took out my feet, and said," Look at you, you hurt yourself. You just said it's okay! What about now? No injuries. "I was very angry, but I didn't know where to vent my anger, so I shouted at my grandmother," It's all your fault! Blame grandma and this smelly sofa. "I cried even harder and kept hitting my grandmother. Grandma said sadly, "well, it's all grandma's fault, it's all her fault." Not next time. Grandma touched my head with her hand and said, "Now let's go to bed first, shall we?" "It doesn't hurt after sleeping." Just picked me up and put me on the bed, and slowly I fell asleep. ...
I probably don't remember what happened afterwards, except that I haven't been near that sofa since then. My family had no choice but to replace that sofa with a new one.
"Hehe." I couldn't help laughing to myself when I was sitting in the chair. At that time, I was too funny and naive, and it was all my grandma's fault. Now? When I went to primary school, I had less chance to meet my grandmother. I can't play on the sofa anymore, and I can't be with my grandma often. I can't go back to the happy old days. Grandma and I seem to be separated by a veil, and gradually lost contact. Grandma is old, so is the sofa.
I got up and went upstairs to eat. That shabby sofa is still being washed away by time, and childhood memories are still flashing and playing.