Now I always want to save that wonderful memory, but time waits for no one and there is no way. As time goes by, these beautiful memories are gradually forgotten! But there are still many happy times ahead, and I really want to follow them, but they just appear in front of me.
What I once remembered was the memory of living in my grandmother's house when I was a child. At that time, I was too young to go to school in the countryside. However, I just played with my neighbors all day. Once, I saw them playing with pearls in front of a clearing. I thought it was fun, so I sneaked out to play with them when grandma wasn't looking. That's interesting! Look, I'm really naughty! Hmm, how interesting ...
I also want to tell you an interesting thing! At that time, I was shorter and smaller than other friends, so? They always make way for me sometimes, but what about me? I don't know how good it is, but I still feel great! On one occasion, a group of them beat Woodenhead on the grass of 123. As for me, I was hugged tightly by my grandmother. When I saw them playing, I thought: If I play, I will definitely catch them all. When I got home, I pulled my grandma's trouser legs like a coquetry: "Grandma, let's play …" Grandma couldn't stand my unique stunt, and then pointed at my nose and said: "Alas … you naughty girl, remember not to sweat, be careful …" I grimaced and ran out to play.
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Yes, the good times of childhood are gone forever. We must pursue a better future! Friend, fly your beautiful wings and fly to that ideal future!
If I can help you, I hope you can adopt it! ! Thank you! )
Continue to write a 600-word composition about recalling the past. Little sister 12 years old, grade 6. The composition is her 600-word composition about recalling the past _ 15. Article 1: Recalling the past for six years, I will soon enter junior high school, enter adolescence, and leave my childhood, and there will be no happy Children's Day. When my study began to be tense,
I remember that time, I just entered the third grade and just met my friends. I played with them. In order to amuse them, I caught a lot of earthworms to amuse them, frighten them to croak and make them happy at the same time. This is our stupidity and naivety ... I remember that winter, it snowed heavily and the campus was frozen. After class, we ran out like crazy, only to know that we had just left the door and were about to go downstairs. As a result, everyone was torn down and we laughed. Looking back, what a naive laugh it was ... and that Sunday, several of our partners made an appointment to go out to play together. One of my partners borrowed two electric cars that day, and I asked one partner to take them with me. There are two companions, one with him and the other sitting. We laughed happily. At this time, there was a plop behind him, and another' ah. I rushed over and saw that they were already scarred. At first, one of my partners almost cried, but after a while, we looked at the scar. A small piece of meat fell off a buddy's little toe, and we laughed again. Later, they went to repair the wound and felt much better. On the way home, we were ashamed to meet people, but we still smiled. How happy this is. .............................................................................................................................................................................
Day 1: Chapter 2: Recalling the past life is very ordinary for us. Let's just say it's extraordinary. Sometimes it is like a ray of charming colors, colorful, especially gorgeous, and sometimes very monotonous, but it reveals the true feelings of the world. With the passage of time, many things have happened in my life. They are like stars all over the sky, countless.
What moved me most was what happened that winter. That winter, it was very cold. I sat in the house, staring at the heavy snow floating outside the window. There are few people in the street, only a few people pass by occasionally. I also wrapped my head in a towel or a fur hat, put my hands in my pockets, shrugged my shoulders and walked on.
Ruthless snowflakes are flying wildly, accompanied by terrible wails. Just then, an old man came to the front of the path, wearing an old and thin coat. His hair was dyed white by snow, and he was holding a lunch box. He looked flustered and hurried forward, as if he were delivering food to someone.
At this moment, a man came from behind the road. This is a middle-aged man, wearing a black jacket, sunglasses on his face and his hands in his pockets. Just when they met, something unfortunate happened. The old man suddenly hitched and fell to the ground. When the lunch box was opened, the thick soup spilled all over the middle-aged people.
At this time, I thought, with the posture of that middle-aged man, I must scold the old man. No, I was wrong. Instead of scolding the old man, the middle-aged man hurried to help him, and several people around him also came to help him. Fortunately, it was just a slippery road and I fell down. At this time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, quickly helped the old man clean up the lunch box, and then went their separate ways. At this time, my mind became excited. Now what I see is no longer leisurely snowflakes, but beautiful and solidified scenery! -600 words The third article: Recall the past, the school has started, and bid farewell to teachers, classmates and schools in the past. Today, our students in Class Two, Grade Six will start a brand-new study life in this brand-new school, and strive for their own ideals and the needs of social talents.
Grateful to my alma mater, he left me with 12 memorial, 12 friendship and 12 affection. Someone asked, are there any relatives in your school? My answer is: Yes, and they are always with me.
That's my teacher and that's my classmate and close friend. Our class is like a big family. Teachers are like the masters of this family. He is in charge of 60 of us. We take pains to give us lectures every day. Some students don't understand the problem, but he always tells us patiently.
In the past six years, have you seen the faint silver line on the teacher's head and the wrinkles on the teacher's forehead? No, you can't! How do you know how much the teacher cares about us over the years and how much he has suffered for us? However, time has proved everything! We are in the moment of rejuvenation, teacher, cultivate our growth; Teachers who teach us to be human will grow old at this moment! The only thing left is that unforgettable memory, that beautiful memory. My classmates gave me friendship.
Friendship made me draw a perfect rest in the most beautiful stage of my life-childhood! It has added more luster to my life. There is a saying: life is inseparable from friends, and life is inseparable from friendship.
How's it going? That makes sense! If a person has no friends, no matter how hard he tries, he can't be happy. However, with friends, you will have a happy and wonderful childhood! Recalling the past, something called tears wet my pillow several times! Recalling the past will make you happier! Let's go
The seventh grade of the second junior middle school in Linshu County 1 1-600 words Part IV: Memories of the past Sui Song is the monitor of our class. He gave me the impression that he was funny, humorous and even a little "bad". One Friday afternoon, after school, I put my textbooks into my schoolbag and turned to Sui Songcai with a big smile on my face. "Pack up slowly, don't worry!" "I said, playing with the stool with my legs, and accidentally, the stool fell in his direction.
I saw him standing, and I thought, I can't hit him anyway, so I didn't tell him that the stool fell. I just picked up my schoolbag to go when I heard a scream, "Ah …" he said slowly, "You hit my foot."
I bent down to look at his feet and said "no", and he said he had taken it back.
I replied apologetically, "I'm sorry!" " "He said," I haven't heard this voice for a long time. "I have been apologizing to him, and he didn't say anything. I asked him if it hurt, and he said, "Does it hurt? "
3. Recall the past 600-word composition, leaving many beautiful memories in life. They are like pearls shining on the beach. You can pick them up and chew them carefully from time to time.
At night, it was horribly quiet, and there was not even a breath of wind. A few scattered stars in the sky blinked, and several fires in the distance have gone out, but I still can't sleep on the sofa for a long time.
There is Emil Wakin Chau's Friends on the radio, which reminds me of the day I left my alma mater:
It's raining. I'm walking around the campus with an umbrella. How beautiful it is here-flowers are in full bloom and trees are shaded. Once upon a time, there were laughter and books everywhere. However, soon, I will leave this beautiful campus and embark on the road of studying in a different place.
The flagpole is erected on campus, and we held a flag-raising ceremony here on Monday morning. On the playground, we left the school sports meeting.
The teaching building is in front of me, so kind and familiar, which reminds me of Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge. "I walked quietly, just as I came gently. . "In a blink of an eye, the past has vanished. Only the kind face of the teacher and the childish face of the friend are left. Unforgettable Unforgettable, why did you come so soon?
I suspect:
It is the sunshine that we come and go inadvertently every day; It is a beautiful dandelion flower, flying gently and falling leisurely.
My alma mater is my glass shell.
I want to stay inside forever, I know, it's a daydream, impossible. Finally, I walked out of my glass shell and stared at the future in the sun. On that day, I found that the sky and the soil were in harmony.
In this way, I left.
Now I often indulge in the past, but I know that as time goes by, that is the past and I can't come back.
Looking back on the three years of junior high school, I was filled with emotion and continued to write my composition. Blink of an eye, my three-year study life in junior high school is coming to an end.
Looking back on the past years, we have experienced too many difficulties and obstacles, paid too much hardships and efforts, and had too much happiness and sadness ... In the face of all this, we can't help but sigh: time is like a song! Time is like a song. In these three years, we have woven a series of gorgeous rainbows and let ourselves walk freely in the dream sky.
In the three years of study and life, we have learned humility, cherish and appreciate. In these three years of study and life, we have had friendship, family affection and teacher-student relationship, and we also have some anxiety of "Don't wait for leisure, the teenager's head is white and his heart is sad". Therefore, we work harder and strive for a better life.
We can't help but sigh: time is like a song! Time is like a song. In these three years, we are like a small river, let ourselves flow into the river and join the class collective in this ocean.
In these three years of life, we have learned to be strong, to face and to struggle. We have learned that there are still many difficulties for us to face. In the process of flowing, our river will be blocked by stones and intercepted by aquatic plants. However, no difficulty can stop our passionate pursuit, and we have the perseverance to "insist on the castle peak and not relax".
Therefore, we are always ready to accept the challenge and work hard to reach the other side of success. We can't help but sigh: time is like a song! Time is like a song.
In these three years, we painted a series of sunset clouds, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, and let ourselves shine more beautifully in the haze. In these three years of life, we have learned to express ourselves, adapt to and look forward to the future. In these three years of life, we know that the sunset glow can only release its brilliance when the sun goes down.
So in these three years, we tried our best to display our wisdom and show our talents. We understand that life is still a long way off and there are more challenges waiting for us. We need to work harder, as the song goes: "I just found the difference between dream and reality, and let myself experience every feeling against the wind, just like seeing the fable of tears and joy on this day."
I want to chase the perfect world: I also want to fly, flying very high and far in my world. "Therefore, we strive to draw a blueprint for a better life.
We can't help but sigh: time is like a song! Time is like a song, expressing enthusiasm and singing joy ... We feel that the junior high school life in these three years is very beautiful and happy. We sigh: Time is like a song ... The wind has passed without a trace, but it has left ripples on the lake; The song is perfect, but the thoughts leave memories. The quicksand of the years slipped through your fingers and carved an eternal song on the disc of life.
Childhood memories always stay in the world of dolls. The fun of dancing with dolls and bears filled the whole childhood.
I don't remember how many dolls were chopped into one-eyed, but I remember that there will always be their company, waiting for swallows to fly in spring in flowered skirts. Childhood memories are as cheerful as children's songs, and innocent children's voices sing innocent songs.
Year after year, swallows fly around, carrying small schoolbags. I don't remember whether 1 would be added to 1 at that time, but I still remember "Xiao Yaoer, carrying a schoolbag to school ...".
In the song, the schoolbag becomes heavy. Instead of running and jumping to school, it walks with steady steps. The figure of children's songs has gone away, and the ear is "Flowers once told me how to get there ...". This is a sweet dream song, and along the way, my heart is full of hope.
Growing up in campus folk songs, youth began to sprout. The farther the road goes, the deeper the traces of years are drawn, and I am going to change.
I will not look at the sky naively and ask whose eyes are shining, but listen to the melancholy blues and look at the sky through the sky and wait for a meter of sunshine. I don't care what the lyrics are explaining, but I use tunes to arouse my feelings.
In the melancholy, thinking about life may also mature. The sunset at dusk may not be old enough to look at the sunset and recall it, but I still can't help looking at the red horizon and imagining the ancient music and the singing accompanied by stumbling steps.
The disc of the years is still engraved. On the phonograph, the disc of the years is spinning, the songs of memories are singing, touching the imprint of the years, listening to the ancient songs of the years and continuing to walk. Years are like songs, and songs are like years. Composition 3 (There may be some changes if you want this article) I received a phone call from Miss Ling, who told me that Lizhong would celebrate its 60th anniversary and asked me if I could write some memorable articles.
I agreed thoughtfully, put down the phone, and the memory of my alma mater suddenly revived, as if a door in my heart was inadvertently opened gently. There are always many memories in a person's heart, some can be shared with friends, and some can only be savored in the dead of night.
Whenever I think of my alma mater, I always feel reluctant to go. My laughter echoed on the tree-lined path, my figure wandered along the wisteria lane, my youth struggled on the green playground, and my ideal was realized in the classroom ... At that time, the sky was always blue and the wind was always soft. At that time, I always complained that graduation was too far away
1983 to 1989 studied in Lizhong, when the school was at the eastern end of Lili town. There are two bridges to cross from shore to school. In my mind, Xiangjia Bridge is quite high. I push my bike along the bridge quickly, and I always have to go back and forth several times a day.
Entering the school gate, there is a big blackboard newspaper on the high wall on the right. I remember when I first entered junior high school, I always had some yearning when I saw senior three students preparing all kinds of blackboard newspapers. Later, when I was in high school, I spent two years on the blackboard with several classmates.
I am in charge of layout design. Wu Zhonghua writes well, and the task of copying naturally is mainly his. In my impression, every time I prepare a blackboard newspaper, it is after school. Several students stood on high desks and wrote very late, and the sunset was oblique. Now I think it's really a beautiful picture.
Next is an office building. I remember there was a small library, but at that time I saw rows of books, which felt like an ocean of knowledge. It was in this office building that I first saw the computer. At that time, I joined an extracurricular interest group. It's an Apple computer with a small monochrome display and data input on tape.
I didn't expect to become attached to computers later, and I have been engaged in enterprise informatization for more than ten years now. It's over.
Looking back, the golden childhood passed away in frolicking and innocent laughter, leaving a series of beautiful memories. Recalling the past is to see the naivety and naughtiness of my childhood. This beautiful past happened around me and is still deeply imprinted in my mind. This is what I want when I grow up. It's an autumn afternoon.
Every household is busy, but at this moment, the guerrillas set out, this time targeting sweet potatoes in the fields. Although there are not many people in our team, the division of labor is very fine. One person stands two meters away from the target position; A person stands one meter away from the target position; Another man began to dig sweet potatoes. After digging, he quickly left the target site to avoid being discovered by his master. Then, the next project, of course, is to burn sweet potatoes. We found a bridge opening. There is only room for three or four people. Burning sweet potatoes is perfect. The result was suitable, so we started. Two people went to collect firewood, and the other one was in bridge opening. The firewood was picked up and packed. But this is really just the beginning. Sweet potato wine is ready. We took the paper we brought, wrapped it up and ate it. As we all know, sweet potatoes are the hungriest and the easiest to choke. I choked after a few bites. If they suffocate, they have to drink water. Fortunately, we have taken this into account. We all brought drinks and ate and drank. We'll rest there when we're full. I feel nothing, and everyone is very happy and happy. But it can't change the fun of sweet potato owners. We may find us. May scold us and say,'' whose children are so ignorant. I also think we did something wrong. Here, I deeply say' I'm sorry' to the sweet potato owner. Please forgive our mistakes and give you so much trouble.
6. There is a 70-word happy ending to the composition "Remembering the Past". 1. Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I have gradually grown from a childish urchin to a youthful and energetic teenager. I am about to graduate and enter middle school. My alma mater gave me too much. When I left, I looked at my alma mater, the cradle of my growth, and I couldn't help being at a loss. Campus life is like a treasure chest to me. There are many treasures hidden in it. Although some of them have gradually lost their luster, one pearl is still dazzling. ...
I remember that time, it was a special fluorescent party held to celebrate the "June 1" Festival. On the stage, all kinds of balloons are dotted with colorful balloons, which are really dazzling. With the enthusiastic voice of the host, the party kicked off. The program was wonderful, with laughter, shouts and applause. It's too noisy! Everyone waved light sticks, as if they were twinkling stars, reflecting the burning bonfire and illuminating the big playground covered by night. It's our turn to perform four finales in the fifth grade. When singing, the days of hard rehearsal before the performance have long been beautiful memories, and everyone has devoted themselves to the performance. Especially singing "Can we not break up?" With the dancing classmates, I am full of energetic and dynamic dance steps, and I have a lot of thoughts. Yes, isn't this song just expressing our mood at this moment? What we want to say most is: "Alma Mater, can you not break up!" At the end of the song, the audience applauded. This is everyone's affirmation of our graduating class students. How could I forget?
The most exciting thing is the ignition ceremony. Teachers and representatives of young pioneers led us to shout slogans, and several energetic young pioneers started the torch relay ceremony, which pushed the party to * * *. The torch was blazing in the night, which made everyone's face red and stirred everyone's mood ... Listening to the high-pitched recitations of teachers and classmates, I understood that the revolutionary fire needs to be passed down from generation to generation ... The music sounded, and everyone stepped on the cheerful rhythm and danced in groups around the fluorescent fire. Some of them were in pairs, and some were in a small circle ... The whole playground was infected by this atmosphere, and everyone was boiling.
What an unforgettable night! In the depths of my memory, this beautiful memory, with colorful customs, is like a surging song, which is often sung in my heart. ...
2. Good memories
The past time no longer exists, but what leaves me the most is the memory in time. I once fantasized about going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, the past life left me only good memories. ...
I recall spring, the season when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outing attracts children most, but cooking and running games are more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue. Under the blue sky, the branches have sprouted, and I seem to see them grow sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine. Isn't that bud exactly what we are full of vitality?
I remember summer, a season full of new green. There are countless flowers and grasses growing in that small garden that belongs to me. The grass is shining and the flowers are blooming more brightly! Sporadic flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although not as charming as peony, not as fragrant as jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful. In the distance, a yellow dot flies, it is near, it is closer! Oh, it's a bee, Tiny. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, and along with the bees, it settles everywhere. Isn't that our hardworking gardener?
I remember autumn, the harvest season. In the field, you see, it is full of gold, which keeps fluctuating with the wind, just like rolling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches, watery and mouth-watering. Take a bite, the fragrance is overflowing and it will be unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chattered endlessly. After a summer vacation, we miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest?
I remember winter, a warm season. Although the leaves have fallen, occasionally a bird can be seen singing in the tree; Although the grass is yellow, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere. It entrusted the friendship, sincerity and blessings of the students. Isn't that the warmth for a long time?
I recall the past and look forward to the future. Let them be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!
7. Recalling the past, the composition started school and bid farewell to the teachers, classmates and schools in the past.
Today, our students in Class Two, Grade Six will start a brand-new study life in this brand-new school, and strive for their own ideals and the needs of social talents. Grateful to my alma mater, he left me with 12 memorial, 12 friendship and 12 affection.
Someone asked, are there any relatives in your school? My answer is: Yes, and they are always with me. That's my teacher and that's my classmate and close friend.
Our class is like a big family. Teachers are like the masters of this family. He is in charge of 60 of us. We take pains to give us lectures every day. Some students don't understand the problem, but he always tells us patiently. In the past six years, have you seen the faint silver line on the teacher's head and the wrinkles on the teacher's forehead? No, you can't! How do you know how much the teacher cares about us over the years and how much he has suffered for us? However, time has proved everything! We are in the moment of rejuvenation, teacher, cultivate our growth; Teachers who teach us to be human will grow old at this moment! The only thing left is that unforgettable memory, that beautiful memory.
My classmates gave me friendship. Friendship made me draw a perfect rest in the most beautiful stage of my life-childhood! It has added more luster to my life.
There is a saying: life is inseparable from friends, and life is inseparable from friendship. How's it going? That makes sense! If a person has no friends, no matter how hard he tries, he can't be happy.
However, with friends, you will have a happy and wonderful childhood! Recalling the past, something called tears wet my pillow several times! Recalling the past will make you happier! Let's go