Beautiful memory composition

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Good memory composition 1 about to graduate. I thought the long primary school life would be over in a blink of an eye. I calmed down and walked around the campus. I'm collecting memories. ...

The botanical garden on the left side of campus avenue was carefully cleaned by us. There, the humorous President Yang gave me a nickname-"Grinch". On the playground on the right, there is a fierce sports meeting. Everyone once shouted at the top of their lungs, "1, 2, 3, come on!" Athletes are always so excellent that they will win glory for our class! They held their breath and tried their best to release their whole body strength, which did not disappoint our throats at all. It was also on that runway that I experienced failure. That's the competition Committee. I lost the election because of lack of experience. ...

This is the classroom of Class Two a year. Here, just out of kindergarten, my classmates and I hold our heads high and listen to Mr. Wan and other teachers wholeheartedly, just to find the difference between primary school and kindergarten. I still remember our first class-Chinese class. That day, we studied our campus. The teacher said in a sweet voice, "Today …" After introducing herself and classroom discipline, she added, "Let's follow the text and walk into our campus!" Hearing this, we hurried down and prepared to run out to familiarize ourselves with the campus with the teacher. The teacher was at a loss and quickly called everyone to the top, explaining that she was not going for a walk, but reading the text ... Oh, it turned out that she went for a walk in elementary school and just wandered around in the text!

In the second grade, I wrote my first composition; In the third grade, I finally read an English composition clearly ... every corridor has our laughter and every corner has our figure. Those butterflies in spring told me to set them free; Turtledove in summer taught me not to imprison the little life around me; Dandelion in autumn tells me that nature is so beautiful; The yellow lawn in winter let me know that there will be warm spring after the severe winter ... and teachers, who let me know how to use words and let me appreciate the mystery of mathematics ... Dear alma mater, you invited me to a feast of knowledge, but one day, we must part.

The footsteps of the years keep walking, and they are fleeting. Eleven seasons have passed in a blink of an eye, but the memories of each season are unique, unique and eternal. Last November, I had a long vacation. I followed my mother to menstruation's home in Yancheng. Every time I go to her house, she will eat and drink, and this time is no exception. Hearing my aunt say that she would take us to the vineyard to pick grapes this time, my brother and I danced happily. In the morning, my uncle drove us to Yang Xu Village, a civilized village in China, which is 0/00 km away from the city.

When we got there, we only saw a thousand acres of vineyards. The grape trellis is covered with crystal clear grapes, which makes us drool. We swarmed in with baskets. Wow, many big and beautiful grapes! Some are green, some are pink and some are purple. Some are small and exquisite, some are crystal clear, and some are green. It's really attractive. My brother and I couldn't help picking one and putting it in our mouth. It was as sweet as honey. This is the best grape I have ever eaten in my life. I asked my mother, aunt and uncle to eat together, picked a few big ones and brought them back to me. How time flies! It's time for lunch. We picked three baskets of grapes and reluctantly left the vineyard. What a great harvest today! I have an appointment with my brother to come back next year.

Dear friends, after listening to my introduction, do you also want to see it? Taste the fresh and delicious grapes yourself!

With the passage of time, many things in my childhood have been forgotten, but only this one still makes me unforgettable! Childhood is my treasure chest, and memory is its key. Every time I open my treasure chest, I will gain a lot of happiness. Treasure our childhood!

Good Memories Composition 3 "Mankind is Great Because of Dreams" Everyone has dreams, but they need to be practical. Some people wish they could grow as tall and big as a big tree; Some people wish they could fly around the world; Some people wish they could grow a pair of wings and have a bird's eye view of the vast earth. Once in a book, I saw the author talking about his dreams and dreams, and I began to think about this problem. What is my wish?

People often ask me, what is your wish? I will tell them that my wish is to take a time machine and get back my childhood memories ... I'm only halfway through, and they either laugh or scoff, and I have the self-knowledge to "shut up". However, this is really my most hopeful wish!

When I was a child, my grandmother often took me to the traditional market to buy toys. In the process of bargaining with the clerk in nonstandard Mandarin, those interesting pictures came to my eyes one by one. When I was a child, my parents often took me out to play. Sanya, Guangdong, Gansu ... Good mountains and waters are everywhere, and I know every corner of the motherland. When I was a child, my aunt would take me to the movies. Animation and cartoon … let me have a happy, laughter and rich childhood.

With the growth of age, many things become more and more complicated, and the pressure is proportional to age. The carefree life when I was a child can never come back, so now I hope my dream can come true-go back to the past! However, my mother told me that people can't stay in the past all the time, they should move forward boldly, otherwise they can't grow up. This is the sadness and helplessness of life, but it also tells us that grasping the present is precious, because the beautiful stop in life is a one-way ticket trip. If you miss it, you can't go back. You must cherish it!

So I decided to keep my childhood memories in my heart forever, turn my family's love into an enterprising force, go all out for my future and realize many dreams and wishes in the future.

There is another exciting cleaning.

What about me? I'll stay and help wait for Jason Chung Bell. Teacher Liu's division of labor is very clear, and every student will participate. I want to go to work when I look at everyone's busy figure. But I just finished running 800 meters and felt dizzy, so I had to sit slowly.

On hearing Mr. Liu's order, the students poured out like a flood. Everyone is busy with their own affairs, and the scene is a little out of control. The girls in the class "rampaged" and swept around with water desperately. I looked at the spray and kept praying in my heart: "Don't let my shoes enjoy the waves." Wow, eight eggs of the wave maker drowned my shoes in the water. Watching her sweep hard, my anger was doused by water.

After the "Eight Eggs" incident, I was worried about the working ability of the girls in our class, so I decided to hide outside, but what I never expected was that it was more intense outside.

I walked around and came to the hanging garden. This scene is comparable to a water park. A group of boys fought over a water pipe in the name of being in charge of fetching water. There are puddles all over the floor. Everyone's clothes are wet and their hair is still dripping. Hugh watched, and his good brother Xiaoquan couldn't stand it any longer. He aimed the water at Hugh and poured it. "Brother Dinosaur" laughed stagger, and then was poured into a water doll, and "Zhou Hua" beside him was not spared. Most of his trousers were wet, so everyone played hard. This is busy having fun and releasing stress! Maybe this is the friendship and happiness between boys.

As the cleaning drew to a close, the meteor hammer dragged the mop with one hand, his eyelids drooped and his mouth opened slightly, looking very tired.

I will keep this wonderful memory in my heart and keep every smiling face of my classmates.

Good Memories Composition 5 Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart, and childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you memorable; Childhood is like a rainbow of storms; Colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable; Just like that winding path, it makes you grow. The wind can't blow away this warm memory; Rain is falling all can't hide this moving melody, only the lovely sunshine shines and is preserved.

I remember once, on the first day of school, children began to learn. At the kindergarten gate, I met a teacher with long hair and hurried to work. The female teacher took my hand and walked into the kindergarten. Walking, I heard a cry coming from the classroom. My teacher and I rushed there. It turned out to be my classmate. They all cried, flushed, and said, "Dad, go home!" " "Some teachers are coaxing them to stop crying. Soon after reading it, I joined them, tears streaming down my face. ...

I remember it was a midsummer day, the sun was blazing outside, and there were no clouds in Wan Li. I suggested going swimming, and I agreed, so we went to the swimming pool by bus. We changed our swimsuits and went into the water. The water is much cooler than the shore. I float and play freely in the water with my swimming ring. After a while, I came up with another trick, so I let the swimming ring lie on it and paddle with my hands, swimming like a happy duckling, not to mention how comfortable it is. Suddenly, I looked around for my father. At this time, I don't know who pushed me into the water. I was surprised and caught off guard. In desperation, I tried my best to get out of the water with my hands. At this time, get up I asked angrily, why did you push me into the water? "Then he threw water at me and we played happily together again. ...

Look, this is my colorful childhood!

Good Memories Composition 6 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly. I have a lot of good memories in my watery years, among which one thing makes me even more unforgettable, and that is an interesting thing that happened in the first grade of my primary school.

That year, my good friend Guan Guan and I joined the Young Pioneers and became a glorious Young Pioneers. Guan Guan and I are so happy that we both want to be excellent young pioneers. We told the teacher about our worries. The teacher told us, "If you want to be an excellent young pioneer, you must first do more good deeds and get better grades."

In April and May of the second semester, "June 1st" is coming. Guan Guan and I are afraid that we can't judge the outstanding young pioneers, and we try our best to do good things every day. One day, we found an eraser and happily sent it to the teacher's office, thinking, "This will be an excellent young pioneer!" " "When we came to the playground to play, we saw a big brother playing table tennis and a ham sausage in his wallet! The sausage bounced with the rhythm of his playing and was about to fall off. We looked at each other, and our good friend whispered, "If that ham sausage falls off, we will pick it up and give it to the teacher, and we will definitely be rated as an excellent young pioneer. "So, we watched it eagerly, hoping it would fall off quickly. But it just doesn't fall out. It seems to be teasing us. At this time, the bell rang, and just as we walked to the classroom in disappointment, we finally took a look at the lovely and hateful ham sausage. A miracle happened. Because the eldest brother was in a hurry to run forward, the movement range was too big, and the ham sausage actually fell out! So we ran forward happily, picked it up and handed it to the teacher on duty quickly. On June 1st, we really became excellent young pioneers, and I am very grateful for that ham sausage.

It's funny to think back now. Actually, we should have returned the sausage to Big Brother.

Good Memories Composition 7 20xx years passed quietly, leaving us only that good memory.

During the Spring Festival, "crackling, crackling", firecrackers continued, and Spring Festival couplets were posted at the door of every household, each with its own meanings and blessings. Some people are texting friends, some people are visiting, and even the host's blessing appears on TV. The Spring Festival is indeed a very traditional festival.

On New Year's Eve, the most anticipated day, I arrived at my grandmother's house early. The house was brightly lit and beaming. Firecrackers are ringing outside the window. The table is full of Jia Xi, all big fish and meat, and of course some vegetables. The aroma naturally comes rolling in, which makes my mouth water and I can't wait to eat it. My grandmother said, "You can start eating." Before I finished, I reached for an extra-large chicken leg and wolfed it down, as well as my favorite braised pork, which symbolizes prosperity.

After the reunion dinner, my brothers and sisters clamored for the adults to set off fireworks, and the sky gradually darkened. Father took us to set off fireworks, and all kinds of flames kept coming into view. Green, like a light leaf, fluttering from side to side, red, like a ripe fruit, makes people salivate, yellow, like a lively elf, white, like a white butterfly, dancing, and sometimes strong and sometimes weak firecrackers come and go.

Although more than a month has passed since the Spring Festival, I still miss it very much, because it has brought us happiness after all. It is as sweet as wine, watering everyone's heart, and as sweet as candy, making everyone smile.

Good Memories Composition 8 Whenever my classmates sing the song "When I was a child, my mother told me that the sea was my hometown …", I can't help but recall the good times at the seaside.

It was a day last summer vacation. My parents took my brother and me to the seaside to play. This is our first time to go to the seaside. My brother and I are full of excitement and curiosity. Wow, the sea is so beautiful! The sea is like a blue ribbon. The waves beat against the coast one after another. Seagulls soar freely on the sea. White clouds float in the air in an ever-changing way, looking into the distance. Occasionally, several passenger ships come slowly towards us between the water and the sky. I don't think even a good painter can draw such beauty easily. On the beach, my brother and I ran around hand in hand and printed many small footprints. When the sea water washed away, we printed them again, and the sea water washed away again ... How interesting! There were many colorful shells, shrimps, seaweed and crabs on the beach, which dazzled us. Hey, a little crab clumsily walked by my feet. My brother asked me curiously, "Sister, why does it walk sideways?" I smiled and replied, "It's dancing for you!" My brother dances like a crab, and his expression is really funny. At this moment, my parents waved to us. It turns out that they made a sandcastle, which is really beautiful, but I always feel that something is missing. My brother and I went to pick up shells and decorated the sandcastle more beautifully!

Grandpa Sun gradually fell behind in our play. I find the seaside scenery more beautiful at night. I sang that song again: "When I was a child, my mother told me that the sea was my hometown ..."

Good Memories Composition 9 The short primary school time has quietly passed away like the wind, but those good memories are always fixed in my heart.

In five years, ups and downs, get along day and night; Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. Every laugh, every tear, every story, every touch, I will never forget. Now, we are about to bid farewell to our alma mater, and a feeling of attachment arises spontaneously.

Here, there have been happiness, sadness and loss; There are dear teachers, dear classmates and United classes ... how can I forget these countless' good memories'?

Among so many students, my best friend is xxx. Xxx and I are deskmates, and we are inseparable all day. We discuss problems together in class. We play together after class. We will laugh together when we are happy with each other; Will comfort each other when they are sad; When the other side is frustrated, we will encourage each other ... even if I go to middle school or university in the future, I will never forget my good friend.

Among so many teachers, my favorite is Teacher X, who is our Chinese teacher. She is amiable and approachable. Although she is strict with us sometimes, we all know that she is doing us good. When class is over, Mr. X can always play with us, and sometimes he will play badminton with us and make jokes. I won't forget teacher x.

What impressed me the most was the training of our alma mater, XXX Town Central Primary School. Everything in my alma mater is so familiar and lovely. You are like a loving mother, feeding us with sweet milk. What is even more memorable is that we have learned knowledge, wisdom, practical ability and the truth of being a man in your warm arms ... How can we have the heart to leave you?

Time flies, time flies. When we are about to leave our alma mater, I want to say to my alma mater, "If it is an eagle, we must fight the sky. Please believe that through your's efforts, we will thrive and soar.

Five years of primary school life has left too many beautiful memories, which will be treasured in my heart forever, forever. ...

Good memories composition 10 the past time no longer exists, leaving me with the deepest memory of time. I once dreamed of 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 road in the field.

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 growing sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine.

Isn't that bud the energetic us?

I remember summer, full of new green seasons. There are countless flowers and grasses growing in that small garden that belongs to me. The green earth is shining and the flowers are blooming more brilliantly!

There are scattered flowers in the small garden. Although it is not as fragrant as peony or jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful. In the distance, a yellow dot is flying, getting closer and closer!

Oh, it's a bee, very small. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar.

When it leaves, pollen and bees make homes everywhere. Isn't that our hardworking gardener? I remember autumn, the harvest season. The fields are full of golden yellow, undulating with the wind, like rough waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches and the water is mouth-watering.

Take a bite and you'll never forget it. On campus, we talked nonstop and couldn't think of each other until one summer vacation, when we met. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest? I remember winter, it was a warm season. Although the leaves have fallen, occasionally birds can be seen singing in the trees.

Although the grass has withered, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, the New Year greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere. It maintains the friendship and sincerity between students. Isn't that blessing a long-term warmth?

I look back on 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!

Good Memory Composition 1 1 On this ordinary but unusual day, I graduated from primary school. On the last day of class 6 (3), no one was absent, because everyone hopes to get together with their good classmates and friends every day, and maybe never see them again!

Every classmate's face was found.

Without the excitement of the past, there are even some students with subtle sadness on their faces.

Some students tried to adjust the tense atmosphere and began to tell jokes. Although many students immediately radiant with charming smiles on their faces, in their hearts, they will only add a trace of sadness and disappointment.

I closed my graduation certificate after six years' long study, hid my books, and thought: Will this small certificate with a red cover really make me happy?

But we must always stand up again and meet a better tomorrow! When I was in the first grade, I was thinking, how many old friends did I know in primary school in my class and school?

The Best Memories of Childhood Composition

This time, we are the same as the second round. The difference is that we work harder and have an idea in our hearts: in any case, for our class and for our teachers, we must win, definitely. The other party may be too tired, and no one is too hard, but we pull as always.

Finally, we won, 1: 2, cheering loudly, wild. Everyone was immersed in a happy atmosphere, and everything around them was ignored.

Although it's been a long time, almost half a year, I still keep it in mind. This experience is an unforgettable and beautiful memory of primary school, and it is also a mark of my growth.

This is the end of the play.

Good Memories Composition 12 Childhood is a golden beach, and shells and pearls on the beach are good memories of childhood. I had an inseparable friend when I was a child. His name is Kangkang.

Cancan has a pair of watery eyes, a high nose, small ears and a small mouth. She is short, a little thin and has short legs, so she can't run fast. He has many hobbies, such as playing basketball and football. He is still very lively, and he is a positive sunshine boy.

When we were children, we were neighbors and played together every day.

In spring, we fly kites together on the grass. There are not only kites in the sky, but also our laughter and voices.

In summer, we secretly take out a dollar or two from the piggy bank to buy popsicles, and the cold and sweet taste flows into our hearts from our mouths.

In autumn, we draw with maple leaves and draw different autumn;

In winter, we have snowball fights and make snowmen together, and we all become snow children. Different seasons have different fun. We had a good time. We often forget to go home for dinner when we arrive, and then are called home by adults for a cold meal, and then come out to play.

When I was 6 years old, Cancan said that I would move away. I was surprised and sad when I heard that. Since then, I have paid more attention to our time together. We all cried the day he left. I gave him my beloved remote-controlled plane as a souvenir, and he gave me my long-admired agent. He left, and I was only unhappy for half a month, and then I made new friends, but I can't forget him.

In the future, I will make many friends, but I will never forget him-my best childhood friend, chan chan.

Beautiful Memories Composition 13 Memories are like a lit hut in the depths of the forest, with a quiet and gentle yellow light; Memories are also like a small box on the dresser, old stripes, odds and ends of everyday items; Memory is a yellowed diary. Although the handwriting is vague, each stroke is full of emotion.

When I sang the lyrics "White wool is like silk cotton, sharp scissors click ...", my memory was pulled back to the class singing competition in 20xx. Everyone was practicing in full swing at that time, and we were no exception. The computer in the classroom plays over and over again, and we sing over and over again, and the songs spread far and far from the classroom. ...

What I remember most is the day of the game. The students all put on their costumes. We are wearing white and pink suits. The girls are wearing white skirts, and the boys are wearing pink shirts and white trousers. We all look like lovely children who ran out of kindergarten. More interestingly, we also wear headdresses in the shape of sheep. When we looked at each other, we couldn't help laughing. What I wanted to vomit at that time was the makeup skills of those parents. The big pink eye shadow is directly applied to the eyes, which is very thick, and the eyes are like peach petals. Mouth, face, red, we are like pink pigs. This is a terrible one. I can't bear to look it in the eye!

But on the stage, we are full of energy, extraordinary temperament and bursting with confidence. The lyrics sung seem to be our hearts pounding with nervousness, and the smiling faces blooming on our faces are like sunflowers blooming in the sun. Time flies, and all this has become a beautiful memory.

Memory is a tree that never falls in life; Memory is a stone that can never be washed away in the desert; Memory is a bridge that never changes on the stream; Happy memories of childhood are pearls that will always shine in my heart and will be branded in my heart forever.

Beautiful Memories Composition 14 In the long river of memory, bits and pieces of memories are like stars. Time flies, killing many stars, leaving only the brightest star.

"You got 72 points!" My mother ran towards me with a mobile phone. At that time, the epidemic was at its worst, and I was taking classes online. The window was open and a cold wind hit my face. When the news came, my expectation and confidence fell to the ground together. I closed the door of my bedroom and looked at my wrong questions with my mobile phone, but there were two questions that I couldn't understand. My mother had something to do, so she gave me her mobile phone and went to do her own thing. Dad is at work, and grandma can't do the problem. I took my mobile phone to search it, but all the software was deleted by my mother, and my only hope was dashed. My hand trembled slightly, so I clicked on the "nailing" software and found Miss Wang. Now my only hope is Miss Wang. I sent a message: "Miss Wang, are you there?" It's past seven o'clock in the evening. What is Miss Wang doing? Will she call me back? What if she has no time? I have a series of questions in my heart, will it disturb her rest? Just when I was about to be overwhelmed by my question, a "yes" message popped up on the screen, followed by a smiling expression. I asked my question. These two questions were taught by the teacher. I drew inferences from others and learned a lot. She spoke too carefully and her voice was a little hoarse. In the epidemic, it was so cold, but my heart was warm. There is still some guilt in my heart, and I am moved to drop a drop of crystal tears on the screen. The teacher said slowly, "You didn't do well in the exam. Are you in a bad mood? " ? But just make it clear. It's getting late. Go to bed early and don't do the questions today. Try to get good grades next time! "The voice across the screen gave me great comfort.

This 40-minute speech, this extremely detailed explanation, will always be printed in my heart. This is the best memory.

Speaking of childhood, we can't help laughing. Childhood is unforgettable and interesting. They are like beautiful shells scattered on the beach in our memory. For me, one of the most unforgettable interesting things in my childhood was going cycling with my father.

At that time, I was young and just learned to ride a bike. At the gate of Husha Park, I stepped on a fully equipped bicycle and rode into Husha Park with my father. The road was smooth and there were no obstacles, so I began to speed up humming. After riding for a while, suddenly, a small slope appeared in front. I quickly stopped and turned to my father and said, "How can I get to such a high slope?" Let's go back! "Dad said," how do you know if you don't work hard? "So, I got on the bus again, pedaled the car quickly, and was about to rush up, but I felt that I couldn't, and I didn't have the strength to pedal it anymore. The car drove straight back, and I immediately panicked and left in a hurry. I managed to hold the car steady and didn't fall, and my face turned white with fear. Dad said, "Good! Let's go back. But aren't you going to ride on the hillside in the future? " I suddenly understood my father's intention. I said firmly, "I think I should try again!" " "I got on my bike and pedaled quickly. Ten meters, six meters, four meters ... "coming! Come right away! " I said secretly in my mind. Suddenly, the bicycle seemed to be pushed back by an invisible force. I struggled against this force, and sweat rained down. Finally, I rode on the top of the slope. Dad gave me a happy smile.

From my father's words, I understand a truth: there are many obstacles on the road of life. If you don't try, you won't get over a hurdle; If you go forward bravely, the door to success will open for you. Riding a bike is very interesting, and the truth I understand from it will benefit me for life.