Composition: "The Past Me"

Open the floodgate of memory, I used to be so naive and ignorant, but I was so carefree.

I'm not who I used to be. I used to call my mother when I met something I couldn't do, which kept my mother busy all day. Now, I don't ask my mother to do what I can't do in advance. I always do it myself, think for myself, and consult the omnipotent teacher-books. Before, I was a real "girl". When no one plays with me, I talk to myself. Although I am talking to myself, what I say is always "nonsense" and I will make noise in public. Now that I have my own thoughts, I will discipline myself and teach myself when to play and talk, and when not to play and talk. If you are in class, you must raise your hand before you can speak; After class, you can play with your classmates.

I'm not who I used to be. I used to be free all day. I can go out, stay at home and play with my friends. But it's different now. I want to carry a schoolbag and shoulder the heavy responsibility of building the country and studying hard. From this perspective, I still yearn for the past life. However, learning fills my mind with knowledge. After all, I am still a very literate person, not a useless person with no education, which makes me very gratified.

I'm not who I used to be. I used to be short, with light eyebrows, thin eyes and bare feet. Now, I also pay great attention to my appearance, sitting in front of the mirror in a daze when I have nothing to do.

I'm not who I used to be. I have changed, become mature, become smart, become beautiful, and grow up in everyone's eyes.

Write a composition about what you used to be like. You can fly to me without wearing colorful clothes. When father sun first appeared from the east, grass.

A few days later! Hello, I close my eyes, and I gradually turn yellow, but it brings benefits to others.

Suddenly, the sheep saw me. How happy I am.

First, I felt very painful, so I rushed to eat. A group of naughty children came, and I waited silently ... I am a grass.

A few days later, she gave me a green skirt, made a grass and dried it in the yard.

At this time.

I knew it was my last moment. I was hung with sparkling pearls and said, "Grass, my heart is full of joy, but I don't care at all. Let me enjoy the warmth of spring in this mythical environment!" I stopped for a while and was taller than before. I was spotless, so I ended up in the kitchen! Hearing this sentence: "It's awkward to walk on this grass. Wait patiently for the heavy rain to give me a good bath."

One day, I couldn't believe my eyes

But on second thought, an old woman brought me and my companion together.

I am a grass, and the leaves fall slowly.

At this time, the bodies of those sheep seem to be much fatter than before, and there is still a bit of autumn wind.

"I am a grass, how beautiful, I just know, when the heavy rain comes, why are you still afraid of pain?

I am a grass. As long as my roots are still there, I will see the sheep driven by the farmer's uncle.

Miss Chun came quietly and said, "Hello, the beautiful little butterfly is dancing. Let me see! Sacrifice yourself, a farmer's uncle drives a flock of sheep, just to feed the cattle and sheep, think about it and talk about it.

Only one child said that the hardworking little bee was humming! At this time.

After the heavy rain, I lost my colorful hat and suddenly felt a little taller.

The past time (600-word composition) gradually passed, and life gradually changed. In this unconscious gradual change, many things in the past are forgotten by many people.

Those young friends who used to laugh and laugh together have not been heard from for a long time. I don't know where they are scattered in the world. The past of youth that once made my heart throb is also lost in the birch forest on campus, quietly.

Since I started my school, I seldom, or almost never, think back to the school and the beautiful past that happened in the school.

I feel that those things are so far away from me, but I feel that I have been away for many years.

When I came to the society, everything was different from before, and I felt completely changed.

Everything that happened in school before is so incredible now, and there is a vague feeling that everything is so unreal, as if it happened in a dream, no matter how intense and emotional, it is only in a dream.

Recalling the fierce dream just now, the simple confusion in the dream, the touch again, the tears in the corner of my eyes and the sudden impulse to laugh, it turned out that everything was just a dream, a beautiful dream.

Now that I'm awake, I don't have to dream any more.

I feel a little sorry. Looking back on that fierce dream, I have an incredible idea in my heart. If such an opportunity is repeated in reality, what kind of feeling will it bring me? Aren't many things the same as when I was at school? I experienced many firsts in my life in college: the first love, the first hand-holding, the first kiss ... Every time I left myself too many unforgettable experiences, but those will never happen again. Those first times in my life can only be found again in my memory.

Many people got together and broke up. From beginning to end, they can't remember the story and plot. Everything seems to be in a daze, only the feelings are the most vivid.

Occasionally, when I pass a certain intersection, I suddenly feel an electric shock, as if I have been here before and experienced the same thing and feeling here. It feels so familiar, as if the same thing had happened, but I can't remember when it was when I wanted to break my head.

Looking through the old photos in the past, I will recall many old friends, many happy times with them, those once young years reappear in front of my eyes, with a faint yellow smoke, those young faces can always remind me of deep memories, and the accompanying * * * moments ignite the years I have forgotten, as well as memories of the past.

Now I'm getting obsessed with old songs. Those songs from a long time ago used to be my favorite. Almost every song has a young past and an equally young * * *.

Turn out the unused CDs after buying mp3, let those old songs flow slowly in the quiet space, fill the whole room, and then flow into my heart, and the past years are fixed in black and white images in the songs.

Everything has been abandoned, and those lofty ideas that were thought in college were trampled under their feet as early as the moment they entered the society.

There are some people who thought they would be together for life, but they didn't leave the campus, but they disappeared.

What I have said and done are all deposited in the depths of the years.

However, there are still many people and things that can't be let go. It's just that time has squeezed them into a small space. In my heart, there are usually surging waves.

This is maturity, this is growth. I don't know how much this maturity cost. The chips of youth and the time wasted by oneself are all recorded in the fruitless bills. I always seem to be the biggest loser in this transaction.

Every time I pass someone else's campus, I can't help but stop and stop. I can't tell what kind of emotions are holding me back.

However, I don't have the courage to go in. That space no longer belongs to me, and I can't turn back the years that have been dusty for a long time.

Looking at those children who come in and out of the school gate with innocent smiles, there are always some inexplicable feelings in my heart. In the past years, have I ever liked them, and how many people have been touched by the innocent smile on their faces? Having a new job every day is not very tiring, but it is enough to make your mind haggard.

I am always angry for no reason. I can't say why. There are always too many things in reality that I can't satisfy, but there is nothing I can do. If I lose my temper, I can at least deceive myself for a while. You see, at least I haven't lost my morale and * * *, but how long can I live like this? I have no idea.

I don't want the past time to interfere with my normal life. I hope that the present time can be meticulously and slowly developed. I hope my time will go on forever, not wait. I've waited too long. I'm getting old. I don't want to wait for nothing. I just want to know the answer to my life now.

I tried to solve many mysteries, but I failed far more than I succeeded. There are always many things in life that have no answers. When you pursue them persistently, it doesn't bring a comforting hope.

When you have decided to give up, maybe the answer will suddenly fall from the sky.

There are many ways to live in life. I want to see how we choose. No matter what kind of life we live, as long as we are full of love and warmth, as long as we feel that we live a life without waste, no matter what it develops, we will comfort ourselves in our hearts. This is the life I choose. I am willing to persevere and make my life happier.

In a word, there is still a long way to go, and I haven't turned back yet, so I will go all the way, no matter whether it is smooth sailing or harsh expectations, I will live seriously and make my own world time.

Writing an article about me in the past is a heartless sword. It cut my innocent heart, let mature and steady blood flow out, and filled all my parts. I still remember the old me ... "Get up, son.

"With crying year after year, I rubbed my blindfolded eyes, slowly put on my clothes and got up to wash.

Turn on the computer and find that the date is fixed in July 2008 1.

That year, I was only 9 years old ... My father drove me and my mother to my hometown. In summer, the warm sunshine shines on the earth, and everything in the countryside and fields is full of laziness.

"Ah ~ my finger!" A scream broke the silence of the village. I scratched a long blood mark on my finger when I was moving the desk and chair, and the blood oozed out. My mother saw tears in my eyes. I was about to speak when tears came out like a flood that burst its banks. My mother saw me crying. She smiled and took my hand and showed me a pepper growing in a crack in the cement: "I saw it a few years ago." I thought this pepper was bound to die. I feel unfair for it, and God let it live in a crack in the concrete floor. However, unexpectedly, it is not dead, but more and more lush.

"I was at a loss. My mother paused for a moment and then continued:" God gave it the fate of death, but it decorated this concrete floor with rubies with its own strength. Son, you must learn to be strong.

"I dry my tears and nodded.

In the past, I learned what it means to be strong ...

Choose your past or present. How honest you were with me before you wrote your composition. You never hide anything from me. Make the details clear. Although we are dozens of miles apart, how true and trusting our love is! You will call me several times a day according to the number. Whenever you hear my favorite and familiar voice, just say hello to me and tell me what happened that day and what you are going to do there. It always makes me feel safe and happy, because I think you can tell me everything clearly. I feel in my heart that you cared about me before you did this! Now you have changed a lot. You won't be as honest and trusting to me as before. You don't tell me everything, and sometimes you even lie to me. Although these lies are not important, they are enough to make me feel insecure, unable to find the way forward and lost in the barren hills. Dear: Don't do this to me, okay?

Recalling the past six months, 400 words to recall the past, all blowing in the wind' so sad, maybe it will get better after a long time, I don't want to surf the Internet again, so annoying! The ending is doomed, and the future depends on yourself. What should I do? There is no one in the world who will accompany me forever, only I can be reliable. Thank you for putting me through so much. It's time to love yourself more. Two years may be a memory after crying. Tears take away all my sadness, love is so depraved and love is so difficult. Will I still believe in love in order to love me? Who can tell me how long it will take to forget you? Your abandonment of me is the biggest pain in my heart I really doubt it. I don't believe that man's nonsense anymore. Maybe I will never see you again in my life. I can still live my own independent life if I think about it. Love is too selfish to be bound! I gave up. I cried at the moment I gave up. Maybe crying will be more comfortable for me! I can't help laughing, but I can't. I just need some time! Mom is right, girls regard love as their life, but men don't. They look stupid and ridiculous! If you didn't love me so firmly, you wouldn't be here today. Now all the problems fall on me! There is no reward for giving! Can only forget'''' love is deceptive, love hurts'' love is afraid! I'm the only one left to fight all the problems! It seems to be running away! But I can't escape! I went my own way and won't regret it. I won't pay for anyone again. I've had enough pain.

There is no love in the world, it's all fake, what emotional basis is there? It only takes 1 minute for the feelings established in two years, and the word 1 disappears.

I dare not accept this reality.

I am so worthless to you, why should I beg you to stay! If you don't want me, I can only cry by myself. Maybe I should love myself more! ! ! ! ! It's all over, and I won't disturb your quiet life.

No matter how long the relationship ends, I sincerely wish you the best. Crying in the corner, I found that even my tears were laughing at myself. I will be fine in ....................

The swallow has gone.

When I came back, the willow withered.

When it is greener, the flowers will wither.

When it was opened again, time passed.

You'll never come back.

When I was looking for experimental equipment that day, I suddenly found something important that reminded me of my childhood, a regrettable childhood.

"What should I do? I have to take the exam again.

I didn't attend the class again. It's too late to sharpen my knife. I thought with a bitter face, "put away the books, take the exam, take the exam"; My first-grade class teacher said; Who hasn't passed the exam this time, huh?

Hearing this, my heart jumped from my chest to my throat.

I have a sad face.

I think it's better to follow the book, but my father said he would use his own strength to fight the country. I just crustily skin of head.

A few days later, the teacher came to announce the answer. The highest score in our class is.

The teacher glanced at me, and my heart jumped like a rabbit and fell into an ice hole at once.

Dad came over and said,' What are you looking at? Nothing is just a first-year paper. I replied with a slight smile. My father looked at the paper and said that the score was not terrible. What I'm afraid of is that you don't have the confidence to do well in the new exam. Things have happened and passed.

As long as you work harder now.

It is not too late. I think my childhood has made me regret being a teenager. I must not let my adults regret it when they are teenagers.

Although "flowers will reopen one day, people are no longer young."

However, as long as we cherish our time like Zhu Ziqing, even if we come naked and go naked, we won't feel sorry and heavy guilt for ourselves. Time flies like water, and only the elderly who have exceeded the time will use their efforts and sweat to wash away past regrets and heavy guilt.

In the past, I held a handful of golden sand in my hand, which was my life.

At this time, my feet have more or less accumulated some sand spilled from my hands. It's not much, but it's worth remembering.

The sand in my hand is decreasing day by day, and I am slowly moving forward. Scattered in all directions with the wind, the sand that has disappeared so far is my wasted time, and the thick sand under my feet is the real valuable hero who paved the way for me in 14 years

I'm not from a scholarly family, let alone a million mansions. I am just an ordinary child who comes to people's homes.

I'm not good at singing and dancing, let alone playing the piano, playing chess and painting. Traditionally, I am just an ordinary child.

I am just an honest man who enjoys ordinary love in an ordinary family and leads an ordinary life in an ordinary world.

I have been hungry, a toddler, played on a merry-go-round, and collided violently with cars. I have also been exposed to the spread of knowledge and the colorful Internet, and I have also appreciated the beauty and evil of the world ... In the past 14 years, all kinds of people and things have left a deep imprint on my mind.

The trajectory of the years slipped from my hands quietly, and it passed away quietly, leaving me standing on the road of life, carefully caring for the sand in my hands.

I used to think that my life was still very long, and I always fantasized about what I would be like in the future, but I didn't find that the fourteen years I said were not too long or too short, but actually flowed like running water, and never came back.

Looking back suddenly, I realized that I was wrong. Some things are doomed to be irreversible. Time will not wait for me, let alone go backwards. None of us can go back in time.

It's time to go, leaving only lingering disappointment and regret.

I'm still growing up, just like all children. Even when I am old, I still can't forget the past and those regrets.

The past fourteen years have been as pure and fragrant as delicate petals. Childhood kites that used to fly all over the sky have been scattered in the wind with our growth and turned to ashes in the passage of time.

At the fork in the road where I grew up, I always stopped and stopped in the traffic behind me. I chose to discard it countless times and gained countless times.

Maybe the past 14 years is like this, a dream I woven when I was young. Times have changed, and I woke up.

I will not bid farewell to the fourteen years scattered on the ground and disappeared in the wind. I just need to look forward, don't look back, stride towards my dream cherry orchard, and don't stop.

I'll give you some essays "To the Past Me", so you can choose. First, the past me: Hello! I don't know when you have slipped away from me and disappeared like the wind.

I don't remember your face, your smile and those interesting things you did.

But inadvertently, I found you in a photo.

I like it, so intoxicated and so excited.

The first photo was taken at the hotel on your first birthday.

You snuggle up in your mother's warm arms, your eyes are wide open, your mouth is slightly open, and your right hand is playing a Chinese knot on the ceiling.

You stare at this red, strangely shaped "big thing" and think: What is this? How older than me?

Mom looks at you with a smile and her eyes are full of love.

At that time, you didn't understand this wonderful world and were curious about everything.

You often tilt your little head, stare at your big round eyes, and express your ignorance of these things with a blank expression.

You are so cute.

On the right is another photo.

Hey! Isn't this what Dad always said about "playing with rice"? Speaking of which, it's very interesting.

In the photo, you are wearing a purple vest, with "sparse" hair, sipping your mouth and giggling at the camera.

Yo! Look what you've done! Rubbing his hands in the rice cooker, his hands are full of sticky white rice, and there are also a few balls of rice on his mouth, forehead and clothes. He is simply a "rice man"! Naughty you, all good meals are invalid! I think the father who wants to take pictures must be very angry and ridiculous when he sees you like this! You really worry your parents.

My eyes stopped when my fingertips gently turned over the bottom of the album.

"This is a photo taken when you participated in the climbing competition.

"Mom said," Look-"In the photo, three children are lying side by side on the lawn, reaching forward.

I am wearing a blue Mickey sweater in the middle, and my cousin and cousin are around me.

Cousin closed his eyes, and Lai did not dare to move forward. What a veritable "coward"; My cousin wore a bare crew cut and crawled for a while with his eyes closed. No wonder he is now a young man who is a troublemaker. As for me, I looked around and crawled leisurely on the grass, as if I didn't realize it was a game.

Seeing this photo, I suddenly long to go back to my childhood and the world that was once pure and lovely in my eyes.

You can feel the carefree and dreamy colors there.

The album makes a "Hua La" sound, which is the trace of the photo turning, and it has an indelible color in my heart.

I sat on the floor and began to recall my childhood: wearing a red helmet and playing chess with my uncles in my father's company; Popsicle in mouth, dancing freely in the room with the melody of my site; I put on a pink dance dress, kept twisting my wrist in front of my parents, and shouted "seven beats and eight" in a crisp children's voice ... you know, it was you and me, the old me.

I remember my father once asked me what my childhood was like.

Thinking of the thick pile of homework and endless extracurricular classes, I immediately blurted out: "It's so miserable.

"Dad immediately frowned, eyes glowing with a trace of anxiety.

But now, I have left my childhood. Looking back, the past was so beautiful and happy, but unfortunately I can't go back.

In the past, you have left me, forever frozen in these colorful photos.

I can never, never repeat my childish self in a challenging life in the future.

I will never go back to that carefree childhood ... I suddenly have a sad feeling when I think of it.

I closed my eyes and was silent for a long time until the hot tears fell on the cold photo.

In the past, I really envied you for staying in an interesting and wonderful world forever and not competing with the world.

In fact, looking forward to the future, I don't need to be so pessimistic, because in that unknown world, it is more challenging and exciting than childhood.

Maybe one day in the future, you will envy me for having a more fulfilling life than my childhood.

Isn't it? Time flies, photos become the background, and the original bright colors gradually fade into nostalgic sadness.

In the blink of an eye, those years passed like a train.

In this way, it left an indelible mark on people's body and mind.

"I will eventually leave and fly to the blue sky like a kite.

"This is a sentence I read in a book.

I can fly, but at the other end of the line, I always stay where I am.

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However, we should always be good at summing up and recording yesterday's events, otherwise the river of time will mercilessly wash them away as if we had never been here.

The past, the past, is a waste, and the limited time has been shortened for no reason.

So, on this quiet morning, I began to write to you and write down the life I want to use in my future life.

Family is something you can't choose or change. You can only accept it.

Now that they are sheltering you from the wind and rain, you should also hoard enough ability to hold up that big umbrella for them in the future.

Love them, love with your heart, your love not only warms them, but also warms yourself.

Friends are a gift from heaven, so we must cherish them.

Share weal and woe with them, sincere and simple.

Give applause when they succeed, and extend your hands when they are frustrated.

For those friendships that carry too many things, stay away! Love is your choice, love is not a game, you can't afford it.

Holding hands needs to break through too many obstacles and summon up too much courage.

Once you hold his hand, don't let go easily. Any stability in this world needs polishing.

Good at communication, no quarrel, no silence.

Always remember, "If you want to take it, you must give it first."

Don't always complain that others are not doing well enough, but look at whether what you have paid is enough in quality and quantity.

When you complain that others are stingy, think about whether you are generous enough.

Everyone has their own life center. Don't force your center to move to other people's world.

As long as you are sincere enough, the world will come back ...

Write a 600-word composition letter to your past self. Thank you for your willingness to open the envelope and read the letter I wrote to you from the future.

I think you must have a lot of doubts after receiving this letter.

The reason why I want to write this letter to you is only because I remember a lot of things I want to say to you on my way back.

Now think about yourself, that is, you suddenly have a lot of feelings.

In the past, I, you, had too much ignorance and always felt that the world was very simple. As long as you want to do it, there is nothing impossible.

So, I just live simply and never think about what will happen in the future.

I thought everything was simple.

Remembering you is as simple as that, even I dare not say that I have been wronged, so I can only bear it myself.

Remember when you worked so hard and never gave up in your studies, but why did you give up in the sixth grade? Why did you lose your original efforts in the sixth grade? You can't do this anymore. If this continues, what shall we do in the future? What about your dream? I used to be, you have to refuel, don't be depressed in the sixth grade, work hard, or your dreams will leave you.

I still remember when you were ignorant, even you relaxed and didn't know how to refuel. In the future, you are here to remind you not to relax! No matter you and I used to be, or you and I are now, we must refuel and not give up and work hard for our dreams!

Everything will pass. Composition 1: When you have troubles, stay alone for a while, so that you can look forward to tomorrow, the future, everything will pass ... when pain surrounds you, look forward to a happy tomorrow.

When you feel sad, look forward to a carefree life.

When darkness comes to you, look forward to the dawn.

In short, all this will pass.

The week in mid-September, 2002 was a week full of pain.

I always remember that week's military training life ... that lunch was like the hongmen banquet. Because of a few more words, I did nearly 100 push-ups. Alas! Bad karma! Another time, because the whole class had no concept of time, the whole class was sent to squat, alas! What bad luck There are many punishments like push-ups and squats. In short, you suffered a lot during that week's training, but you also learned a lot. After all, that was in the past. However, the past can make your life blank.

There are thousands of roads to success, many of which are rugged, difficult, painful, sad and irritable, but all these will become history one day, because the future will also become the past.

Time flies, the sun flies, everything will pass, life will pass, and pain will pass.

For students, the month before the important exam is a long and painful day.

Review, consultation and so on have to be digested this month, which is simply painful! However, what can this do? Difficulties and pains are important factors in the perfection of life. Only by expecting that everything will pass, a bright future will always come, and the difficulties and pains will also pass.

Believe it! Everything will pass, whether it is sadness or pain, it will become history. Looking ahead, it will be so beautiful and happy, and the pain will be dispelled by optimism and replaced by beauty.

Looking ahead, everything will pass. ...

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