I remember the things in my composition 1 Is there anything in your past life that makes you remember clearly? Are you happy or proud? In the depths of my memory, there is one thing that I can't forget.
Many people like cats because they are cute and docile. I was no exception, but after that incident, I changed my mind about cats.
I remember my five-year-old holiday, and I went to my aunt's house to play. There are many novel things there. I looked around with great interest and had a good time. At this time, a kitten came over, slowly came under the chair and lay down lazily to have a rest. I approached it curiously. Wow! So cute! Small limbs lying on the ground, small green eyes squinting, small triangular ears shaking, small furry head lying on the forelimbs, really enviable. At that time, my hands were itchy and I wanted to hug. So, a naughty plan entered my little head.
I went to the kitchen to get something to eat first to seduce it. It seemed to smell the fragrance, so it suddenly stood up and attacked the food. I deliberately put the food nearby to keep it close to me. Sure enough, it took the bait! I grabbed it by the neck and lifted it up. At this time, it looks like a hanged man. When it realized it was a trap, it was too late! At first, it jumped up and scratched with its hind legs. The more it jumps, the tighter I hold it, which will only aggravate the pain. Seeing that it was in danger, suddenly, it opened its front paws and made several long marks on my wrist. At that time, I cried out in pain and quickly let go. When I was crying, he jumped to the ground with a whoosh, touched his neck with his paws and gave me a hard look, as if to say, "Savage girl, you almost strangled me. Let you taste it! " ! Then I cried, staggered and sang meow songs and left.
Once caught by a cat, I dare not see a cat for ten years. Although I have grown up now, I am still afraid of cats in my bones. At that time, cats were just defending themselves. How can you blame the cat?
This matter has always remained in my memory. Every time I think of it, I will think of me at that time, a naughty and lovely savage girl who is not sensible.
What I remember deeply is composition 2 "DuDu, Didi". There are many old people and children standing at the roadside bus stop, and I am one of them, waiting for the bus. ...
For a long time, a huge object came to us. "Here comes the bus!" "The crowd began to move and everyone stood up. Some junior high school students are scrambling to get on the bus. I was pushed back by other people who got on the bus. Only one student about my age retreated from the front to the back and didn't crowd with me.
Hey, I finally got on the bus. There were so many people on the bus that it was dark. The people in the car smell of sweat, mixed with the noisy sound of "twittering", and sometimes the cicada outside comes to the ear and seems to be talking about something.
I took out my citizen card from my pocket and "beep"-"Please redraw it". Repeat it several times, and the result is the same. Inner anxiety reached its peak, and the hot summer atmosphere warmed up. I vaguely heard someone laughing and saying, "Haha, another person has no money, and we are going to watch a good show again!" " "Sweat is strung into beads, and I can't wait to get two dollars directly from the ground. I looked up and asked the driver for help, but the cold voice sounded in my ear. "If you have no money, go down. "Suddenly, a pair of hands reached over my shoulder and got stuck in the swipe area. A beep-beep-beep sounded, and the driver said to me," Well, you don't have to go down. "
I turned my head to look at him and found that it was the classmate who had just "retreated" and provided me with a seat by the bus door. He smiled at me and said, "Nothing." I just stood there stupidly.
Friendship and friendship are the foundation of our people. If we change places, will I be like this classmate? At least, after today, I will. I'm sure I will. At the moment when I came to my senses, I just wanted to thank him. He has got off the bus! A warm current came to my mind, and those helping hands were branded in my memory forever. I watched his back leave with grateful eyes and thanked him silently in my heart.
What is deep in memory, composition 3, how insignificant a composition is in memory; Honesty is so precious on the road of life. But it was that time that I lost my integrity because of a composition.
"Ding ..." The school bell arrived as scheduled, and the students who have been sighing are now alive and kicking, rushing out of the classroom like athletes. I followed at the end of the line in frustration, "alas!" I sighed heavily and thought: the homework left by the teacher is to write a landscape composition, which I am not good at! However, if I write casually, it is hopeless to get a "great". What should I do? As I walked, I thought about how to write, and I racked my brains and had no idea. Unconsciously, I have arrived at the door. I was so upset that I dropped my schoolbag on the table and drank milk angrily. Suddenly, my eyes flashed,
Because I saw a composition book on the chair. I had a brainwave and thought: Isn't there a composition about scenery in the composition selection? That composition is beautifully worded and will definitely win the teacher's appreciation! However, I can't write, and there seems to be two little people quarreling in my ear. One villain seems to be fanning the flames and keeps saying "praise, praise", while another villain seems to point at my nose and scold me and keep saying "honest, honest". I shook my head desperately to get rid of these arguments, but they always haunt me. In the end, the "praise villain" prevailed, and the "honest villain" had to shake his head silently. I opened the composition book, and the worker copied the composition in the exercise book. ...
The next morning, I had a guilty conscience and handed my composition to the teacher for review. There was a smile on the teacher's face, but I was ashamed and buried my head very low. After reading it, the teacher's face was full of smiles, and he was still mumbling: "That's great, that's great!" After that, the teacher read my composition aloud in class and gave me a positive look while reading. However, when this familiar and unfamiliar composition rings in my ear, what emerges in my heart is more sadness than joy.
After class, my classmates came to me like a flood, and my seat was suddenly crowded with people. They are all passing my exercise books to each other, and from time to time they pop up a few words of praise: "Great!" " "It's really well written!" "Not bad!" I have a bad taste in my heart. At this time, a classmate shouted, "I seem to have seen this composition somewhere!" " "My in the mind a tight, my heart is in my throat. Did he see through it? I was about to explain when he scratched his head thoughtfully and said, "Where have you seen it?"? "Where have you seen it? Probably I remember wrong! " I felt a sort of surge of relief.
This matter will always stay in my memory and always warn me that honesty is the foundation of being a man. If a person loses his integrity, he will have nothing.
In my memory, there are many stories, like the stars in the vast starry sky, and one of them is the brightest, that is, the story of respecting the elderly that I never forget.
That night, my brother and I played together in the square. Tired of playing and thirsty, let's go to the mall to enjoy the cool. My brother said to me, "Brother, you stay here and I'll buy you water to drink." . "I nodded, and my brother hurried to the supermarket to buy water. I sat on a bench in the shopping mall and stared at the passers-by in various boring ways. I haven't seen my brother for a long time. So I got up and walked around, but there was still no brother. I thought to myself, "The supermarket is just ahead. Will it take that long? "I don't know where to go." I walked towards the supermarket. Looking from a distance, I vaguely saw my brother coming out of the supermarket with two bottles of hands in his arms and a big shopping bag in one hand. There is a white-haired grandmother next to her, hunched over her back. When I took a closer look, it turned out to be Grandma Zhang upstairs in our house. I saw my brother's thin body and a shopping bag in his left hand. It seems that the bag is about to fall to the ground, and my face is flushed. After a while, he stopped, put on his right hand and moved on. My brother is like a scrawny pony, dragging a cart feebly and trudging forward in small steps. I was deeply moved by my brother's spirit of not giving up.
So, I hurried forward and took the small bag in grandma Zhang's hand. Grandma looked at me and smiled and said, "Little brother, thank you for coming." I smiled and said, "Nothing, this is what we should do." I took two bottles of water from my brother and took out some items from the big bag to lighten his burden. I also overreached myself. After a while, my hands felt sour. Sweat ran down my cheeks, panting. My brother smiled and said to me, "Hum, I can't stand not exercising at ordinary times." "Brother and caught some from my hand.
Together Brothers and I worked together to deliver Grandma Zhang's relics to our home. Grandma is very grateful. She took out two bags of biscuits from the cupboard and stuffed them into our arms. We refused to accept them. "Good boy, don't mention it. Your spirit of helping others deserves a reward! " Grandma said, just hold our hands.
On the way home, I thought that I did another good thing today and was praised by my grandmother. I am very happy, my original fatigue has been swept away, and my steps have become very relaxed. Birds on the roadside are singing happily, as if praising us!
There are many things in my mind, such as being in the same boat, happy, sad, unforgettable and excited. I sat on an unforgettable boat.
When I was a child, I rode my bike on an empty path, and the sky was gloomy. At this time, dark clouds came from the other side of the sky, and I rode faster and faster. I was about to go home when it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. I tried my best to "pedal", but suddenly, I felt the chain of the wheel fall off. I see it really is. I said angrily: "dizzy! It's bad luck to lose the chain at the critical moment! When I get home, I will tear down your garbage and sell it! " So I braved the heavy rain and became a drowned rat. I pushed the garbage truck slowly forward. I really want to throw away the rubbish, but I don't want to throw it away.
On the way, I saw a familiar figure, that is my mother. I think, great, saved. I ran to my mother and told her the idea of selling this broken bike. Mother said, "absolutely not." Don't you forget the first time you learned to ride a bike? " I suddenly realized that I played this bike and went to many places together. When learning to ride a bike, it wrestled with me.
When I got home, I washed my bike, dried every place with a cloth and oiled the chain. The wheels are inflated, and my "good friend" is fully armed, restoring the chic of the past!
From then on, I have to ride my bike everywhere every day and have a good time. Over time, my skills have improved a lot, and I am close to my "good friend"!
The thing I remember deeply, composition 6. There were joys, tears, happy things, sad things, regrets, shame and grievances in childhood. This incident that I experienced in my childhood is like a white boat floating in my mind.
It was a holiday, our family went to my uncle's house to play, and my little nephew came downstairs to play with us, so we went to pick dog tail grass and asked my sister to knit rabbits for us.
Just as my little nephew and I picked a handful of dog tail grass to go back, a little boy came out of nowhere and gave my little nephew a push. My little nephew slipped and fell to the ground with a bang. The little boy also complained to my sister-in-law that I pushed my little nephew to the ground and couldn't get up. I trembled with anger and couldn't speak. I thought to myself, you son of a bitch, you obviously pushed it, and you said I pushed it, so let me take the blame for you.
I asked my nephew, "Who pushed you?" Who knows that my nephew is afraid of that little boy, so he pointed at me. I'm even angrier. My mother hit me when she saw it. At this moment, I finally couldn't help it, and tears of injustice came to my eyes. I cried and said, "Why did you hit me? I didn't push him. The little boy did it. Why did you hit me? Do you have any evidence? " My sister saw that I was beaten, so she rushed over and said to her mother, "Why are you dreaming?" He didn't push his little nephew, but the little boy did. " Mother was angry and said, "Did you see it? Just say it. " My sister said, "I'm nearby. Can I not see it? " The elder sister then asked the little boy, "Did you push him?" The little boy was stunned for a long time before he whispered, "I pushed it." Then, she ran away quickly, and her mother said shyly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong about you."
But I still feel wronged.
In the depths of my memory, I tapped on the door of the years, and those window views in my memory touched my heart. Like a stone thrown into the water, the lake ripples in circles. Like a melody echoing in the air, gently, gently, stirring my heart like this.
Recalling the eventful years of the past, how many beautiful things remain in my heart.
Sitting in the geographical garden, I was immersed in those landform models, and a fallen leaf floated down, outlining the memories hidden in my heart.
It's another autumn day, and I can't help smiling when I think of our acquaintance. You and I, strangers, became attached to each other because of the boiling water room.
It was a little cold that day. As soon as the bell rang, everyone rushed back to the dormitory at lightning speed. I took a big leap, using both my left and right hands, as if stepping on the wind and rushing into the dormitory. Take off your shoes, open the cupboard, take the card ... and rush to the water room. Great, there are not many people, and I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
I saw the person in front of me playing with water. I leaned down and hung the card into the machine. "Rush ..." Half a bucket of water is almost ready. All right, Raqqa. Hey, why can't I pull it out? I turned around and looked at the machine card. I can't believe I just inserted the wrong card, and this is in trouble. I have no choice but to worry, but what about my classmates behind me? "Let me help you!" Clear words came from the side. Looking back, it was a girl with long hair. ( )
As soon as she leaned down, studied it and stabbed it. Don't say that. It works. The card moves down slowly. She went down again, poked with her finger and the card fell out.
She picked it up and handed it to me. "Pay more attention to drawing water in the future." She smiled and made me feel warm.
Then she drank the water and left. In the crowd, she drifted away until she disappeared from my sight.
Another fallen leaf pulls my thoughts back.
Many old people have forgotten the past, but only your acquaintance with me has become an eternal memory.
The thing deep in my memory, composition 8, time flies and my wonderful childhood flies away. Childhood is only once, I don't want to be forgotten, but time is still forgotten. However, this one thing, I will never forget today.
In my memory, once, we went to the place where my father worked-No.5 Middle School. As soon as we got off the bus, we couldn't wait to play in the bunker. It happened that my friends from No.5 Middle School were playing there, and we made sand together. Suddenly I saw a big branch, so I rolled my eyes and frowned and came up with a very interesting game. I called them out and said to them with a malicious smile, "There is a big branch over there. I want to plant it in the sand." When we walked over and moved back, I deliberately put my hands on the branches, as if I was struggling, but I didn't really exert myself. When I got to the bunker, I saw them sweating. I secretly smiled, and then solemnly said to them, "Let's split it like this. You take this branch and put the sand in it. " I thought to myself: two big idiots, they didn't find that I didn't do anything, and I was ecstatic. They planted trees when I closed my eyes. After a while, my brother said weakly, "Good brother, I ... I can't hold it any longer." After a few seconds, I saw my brother really let go. It almost killed me, but this branch fell on my head. After a few seconds, I put my hand on my head and touched it. It is red and full of blood! I feel horrible. At this time, my father came, and without asking anything, he hurriedly took me to the hospital and had three stitches.
Whenever someone says that, I regret it.
I 10 years old. There are many things in my memory, and there are many things I can't forget, including happiness, regret, happiness and sadness ... Of course, everyone has childhood and some accidents, and I am no exception.
That was when I was in the fourth grade. When I was at school, the teacher didn't come, and the students seemed to be "cooked". Some of them play with pens, some talk, and some play "1+ 1." I was playing the yellow corner shop, and my deskmate joined in. We had a good time. However, the yellow corner pen is full of needles and has no cap. I didn't care at the time. When he hit the target, he slipped off the table. I tried to catch it, but an accident happened. It went right into my ring finger. I didn't feel any pain and said, "Nothing, it's just a small cut, don't worry."
Unexpectedly, after pulling it out, a small black water drop appeared, followed by red blood. I was so scared that I dropped my pen and cried, "My God! Who has toilet paper, lend it to me, I need it urgently! " My deskmate also saw it, and I was dumbfounded. I thought: I won't bleed too much to death! Thinking of this, I looked pale, waved my hand and rushed into the bathroom. I washed it with water and found that the blood came out again, which scared me to almost cry. I ran into the infirmary and thought, I don't believe it! I opened the door and found the doctor at work. She saw my hand and immediately said, "Take it, take it!" " "I don't listen to her. Who can I listen to? I have to do this. While preparing the band-aid, she asked me to wipe off the blood with paper, and soon it was "ok". My deskmate came over later, holding a mass of toilet paper. I said happily, "You are late." Say that finish out of the infirmary.
Although it has been half a year, I will think of that small wound as soon as I see it.
What is deep in my memory is the composition 10 "Hey, stop fighting!"
"mom! Help! "
This melee can't stop. Let's start with a hot day. ...
At noon that day, the dog "haha" stuck out its tongue and the tree hung listlessly, even the air-conditioned room could not resist the heat. As soon as our family had a good meal, my mother shouted, "Yang Yang, come here!"
"Come, why?"
"Mom is going out. Look at your brother."
"Yes, sir!"
After that, my mother opened the car door, got on the bus, twisted the throttle and left. As soon as my mother left, I settled my brothers in an air-conditioned room. Haha, anyway, they have settled down, so I might as well go and play. So, I opened the door, sat on the mat, grabbed a handful of Legos and started a happy battle. At this time, I caught a big guy and opened it. It was my mobile phone. I have another idea: I might as well play with my mobile phone in the air-conditioned room, so I can watch them play. Haha, I'm really a little genius. I walked into the room smugly.
I turned on my mobile phone, brushed the video, and a mystery of the world came later; Film and television review for a while; A mandela effect will follow. But at this moment, "pa ..." "hey? What's that noise? Forget it, anyway, it must be an illusion. " But then it got louder and louder, and I couldn't help but be curious. I put down my phone and followed the sound to find it. As a result, I found them fighting over a fire truck. I stretched out my hand to stop it, and they bit me and kept fighting. I put on a hanger and hit them, and I took part.
I cried and shouted. At this time, my mother came back, I saw the savior, and quickly shouted: "Help! Help! " My mother heard the news, as a result, she was scolded.
Well, if I had known this, I wouldn't have played with my mobile phone then. Sure enough, distraction is harmful!