Unforgettable composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (paper). Still at a loss for composition? The following is my unforgettable composition carefully arranged for reference only, hoping to help everyone.

Unforgettable composition 1 In the days of military training in junior high school, facing the strange classmates across the street, it seems that I saw a group of newly graduated pupils on the playground in that hot summer three years ago. That military training was not as hard as high school, but it was particularly unforgettable.

But if it's really the first time we meet, we should make up lessons in the summer vacation! But it was also on my way home that I met my first friend in middle school and my forever friend. But the details are not clear. I only remember looking at the classmates around us and facing the classmates who will suffer with us for three years.

Yes, it is * * * sharing weal and woe. I believe our class is a united group, whether on the playground or on any occasion, I believe our hearts are linked together. I miss the days when we reviewed the senior high school entrance examination together. Even if we only slept for a few hours every day, there were always one paper after another every day. In class, we covered our faces with high books and watched the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination slowly change from 100 to 0 on this podium. I believe this is the mark of our youth, and this is the best 100 day in our junior high school. Perhaps, we complain about lack of sleep, too many test papers and too nervous review every day, but now we really can't go back.

We are a magical class, and we are an informal class, which can be clearly seen from the health red flag of our class. No class can win several red flags in the whole junior high school year. We also signed a truancy agreement to avoid the school physical education exam, which class faced the cruel senior high school entrance examination but calmly faced it. Our class is such a wonderful work (quite suitable), but it is so special and different in my eyes.

It is impossible for us to relive the warmth of the classroom in five or ten years. It has returned to the earth. Our score in this school may be a roll call in the computer. The teaching building that accompanied our junior high school life in senior three, although we cursed it for thousands of times in our hearts, and the terrible nutritious lunch, despite our numerous complaints, has now come true, but we have forgotten it. They have witnessed our junior high school life.

Unforgettable composition 2 Life is long, and we will encounter all kinds of things, big and small, happy, sad, smooth, troublesome, or happy, or sad, or moved, or regret, countless.

One day last winter, on my way to school, it was cloudy, like being covered with black cloth. The wind was blowing and the trees were twisted painfully in the wind. After a while, a few drops of rain fell, but it didn't rain much. Because I got up late, and my parents went out early, and no one told me, I was lucky. I didn't bring my umbrella to school. By the time school was over, the rain was still not heavy. I was lucky again and ran home from school with my schoolbag on my back.

The spacious road is empty. When the wind blows, leaves rustle, and plastic bags, leaves and dust are blown by the wind. The cold wind hit my face and it hurt, but it wasn't alone in the rain. At this time, the raindrops as big as beans hit me mercilessly. It's still far from home. what can I do? I began to regret my impulse. If only I had stayed at school until the rain stopped!

I had to accept my fate and continue to run like hell. At this time, a strange man's voice came from behind: "Sister, get on the bus!" " "I was startled, you see, turned out to be a celebrity in the village-money old three. Qian Lao stopped the tricycle and let me get on. I hesitated, but I got on the bus, perhaps because of the heavy wind and rain, or because of the simple smile on his face. The journey was smooth. When Qian Laosan saw me to the door, the accident happened again. Mom and dad haven't come back from work yet, and I left my key in the classroom. I am so nervous that I can't stand it. Seeing this, Qian Laosan guessed that I didn't have a key and wanted to drive me back to school to get it. I refused for a long time, but I went back to school on his tricycle. The school is empty, but the window of the classroom is not closed. Qian Laosan turned into the window, took out my key, put it in my hand and drove me home. I am very grateful to Qian Laosan. I want to give him money, but he doesn't want it. He drove home.

In my life, I will always meet many people and things. Unexpectedly, I met Qian Laosan, who really helped me very well and selflessly. I'll never forget it!

Unforgettable Composition 3 For everyone who used to be a student, in the course of life from naughty children to immature teenagers, you are always the most worthy of our respect and gratitude.

The naughty and unreasonable child has now grown into a big and sensible sixth-grade student. From grade one to grade six, I have had many teachers, but the best one for me is Mr. Ma.

I came to Shu Ren School in the fourth grade. When I first came here, I was very strange to my surroundings. I still remember when I first came here, I was severely criticized by Teacher Ma for not obeying discipline in class, and let me know that playing in class would delay my study. Another time, I wrote to Mr. Ma, because I didn't understand the words thoroughly and used the wrong words. My classmates laughed at me, but Mr. Ma helped me out and explained the meaning of the words to all of us, which made me form the habit of reading five pages in a big dictionary every day. Every time I am criticized, I always look at the teacher with my head down or eyes, indicating that I have done something wrong and must correct it. Now I'm in the sixth grade, and Teacher Ma also values me very much, making me a class cadre. And this short year will leave Mr. Ma, and I am very unhappy. I want to be better than before!

I will always remember that Miss Ma is a very good teacher, because she broadened my horizons and made me understand, understand, cherish and work hard ... I will never forget it, forever and ever!

Unforgettable composition 4 The teacher is a gardener, a silkworm and a candle. She silently pruned the flowers, which made us pupils grow sturdily.

At the beginning of school, I was curious about my new teacher until the fifth grade. I am about to graduate from primary school and leave my alma mater. But at this moment, I met a new teacher: Miss Wang. She left an indelible impression on me.

Teacher Wang is very amiable and respectable.

Once, the teacher asked me and another classmate to write a list of exercise books. Because I may be used to writing in Class 4, I can't adapt to the new class group in Class 5 at once. When writing the second book, I accidentally wrote "5" as "4". I looked at my exercise book in shame, and I seemed to see the teacher's trusting eyes. Teacher, so. So I told the teacher with a scolded attitude, but instead of criticizing me, the teacher kindly asked me to buy another book in the afternoon, and suddenly I felt infinite warmth.

Another time, the teacher asked our group to recite the meaning of the word "fascinated", and everyone recited it again. I am full of confidence in myself. Maybe I'm a little nervous. The Chinese textbook I just learned was completely blank, and the whole class "stared" at me. At this moment, Miss Wang gave me an encouraging look, as if to say, "Be brave, don't be afraid". Then I was reminded and immediately remembered the text. I finished reciting it aloud. At this time, the teacher's approving eyes came again. ...

A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: "Teacher, you have worked hard"! In the golden September, we ushered in the annual Teacher's Day, and I will definitely repay you with excellent results!

Unforgettable composition 5 In a winter when the north wind is whistling and snowflakes are flying, the wind is blowing hard. "Dadada ..." A burst of footsteps is very urgent. I leaned over the window and looked out. Pedestrians wrapped their clothes one by one and walked forward with their heads down.

It is snowing harder and harder outside, and the weather is getting worse and worse. My mother urged me to go out and buy some vegetables. I quickly put down my cell phone, got dressed and got ready to go downstairs.

When I walked outside, the cold wind blew head-on, which made me shudder and began to shake all over. There are fewer pedestrians on the road, so it is estimated that everyone has gone home to keep warm. At this time, a yellow figure on the roadside caught my attention. I took a closer look, and it turned out that it was a cleaner's aunt who was trying to sweep the snow on the roadside to prevent pedestrians from slipping. The aunt looks more than 60 years old, her hair is covered with snow, her figure is slightly fat, and her serious expression reveals a kindness. Looking at it, suddenly a primary school student ran on the side of the road in a hurry, as if there was something urgent. As a result, one accidentally fell heavily on the road with a plop and couldn't stand up for a while. The books in his schoolbag were scattered all over the floor, and passers-by passed him coldly without stopping for a moment. Seeing that the aunt panicked, she quickly threw down her broom and ran to the little boy. She slowly helped the little boy and asked, "Son, does it hurt?" She asked the little boy to pull him up, and then the aunt picked up the textbooks scattered on the ground one by one, handed them to the little boy with both hands and helped him put them in his schoolbag. The little boy stood up and thanked him quickly.

"Don't use small evils, don't use small goodness." For strangers, others just left behind in a hurry, but she paid her sincere care for others. In this post, she is unknown and conscientious, and as an ordinary person, she is also full of warmth.

Unforgettable Composition 6 In my life, there was a person who left a deep impression on me. He was not my relative, but he was better than my relative. She is my kindergarten teacher-Miss Huang. Miss Huang's eyes are like autumn water, like stars, with short yellow hair and clean face.

We are always fascinated when Mr. Huang gives us lessons. Her story is more intoxicating. Her voice is sometimes green and loud, sometimes weak and helpless, sometimes extremely proud, and sometimes relaxed and happy ... which makes us feel like we are in a fairy tale.

Miss Huang not only tells intoxicating stories, but also cares about me like her mother. It was a sunny Wednesday at noon. It's time for a nap. I go to the toilet to pee. Because of carelessness, my foot slipped and fell, and my chin just hit the steps, bleeding all over the floor. I was shocked by what I saw and burst into tears. At this moment, Miss Huang heard the sound, picked me up and wanted to take me to the hospital. But instead, it suddenly rained in Mao Mao on a sunny day just now. Miss Huang took off her coat and put it on me, and braved the rain to take me to the hospital. When the doctor sewed me up, Mr. Huang was always there to comfort me, so that I couldn't cry when sewing. After the wound was sewed up, Mr. Huang sent me home to recuperate. One day during my recovery, I was playing with toys at home when someone knocked at the door. When I opened the door, I saw Mr. Huang coming to see me with fruit in his left hand and toys and snacks in his right hand.

In a blink of an eye, I have been in grade five. My scar has long since disappeared, but the figure of Mr. Huang taking me to the hospital in the rain will remain in my memory forever and will never be erased.

Unforgettable composition 7 There is an unknown river in my hometown, and there is an unknown bridge on it.

Grandma said that the predecessor of the bridge deck was only a few stone slabs and wooden stakes, which were neither neat nor beautiful. It is just a tool for people to cross the river and has no other use.

Decades of carving marks, her body has long been mottled. Perhaps her aging face can't stand being trampled by people, so the old bridge has become a new bridge-this is the bridge that is displayed in front of my eyes.

The new bridge still has no name. Although there were a lot of people and cars passing by, she was still like that: she crawled quietly on the dock, leaving a trail of footprints on her. Clusters of grass withered under her feet. She will spend it repeatedly in spring and winter and will never change.

Standing on the bridge, the scenery on both sides remains the same. Wildflowers are still the same, neither thick nor light, just right.

Looking calmly, my heart seems to be choppy.

A farmer came with a cow and stepped on the bridge.

Some friends jumped over and set foot on the bridge.

A little girl came crying and stepped on the bridge.

This is just a small fragment of life. Maybe they have stepped on it thousands of times.

Past, present ...

Year after year, generation after generation, sad or happy, simple or gorgeous. Looking at this bridge silently, she is so simple and simple, but she is an old man who has nothing to tell people about the vicissitudes of history.

She has no name, no embellishment, and no one has carved an inscription for her. The only thing left is her dead bones left in the long river of history. ...

Nevertheless, she still performs the duties of a bridge.

I don't want to praise her with too many flowery words, because then I will lose her essence. Let her be an eternal bridge in my heart!

Unforgettable composition 8 Love is precious, and love is priceless. That incident in 20xx made me feel my grandmother's deep love.

20xx On the morning of September 24th, it was raining cats and dogs. Lightning is like a silver snake, flying in the dark sky. Ray also brought his companions, and they roared in the sky: some came like tanks, some like drums, some like metal fragments crashing together, and some like hordes coming. It's scary! When my grandmother and I walked out of the yard, we found that the streets were full of small ditches made of rain. So, my grandmother and I quickly rolled up our trouser legs. Grandma held an umbrella with her hand and hugged me tightly, struggling to walk to school. ...

After more than twenty minutes, we finally came to the study. Before the thunderstorm stopped, grandma told me with concern, "Be careful, don't let yourself get wet, or you will catch a cold easily!" " At this time, I found that my grandmother was soaked to the skin, but my clothes were dry. On the way to school, my grandmother always puts an umbrella on my head, but it is wet. I quickly said, "Grandma, don't worry about me, go home and change!" " Grandma wiped me with a handkerchief she carried with her, and then turned and walked into the heavy rain.

Looking at grandma's hazy back, my eyes blurred and tears could not help flowing down. Grandma, you should be careful and walk slowly! Grandma, I love you!

In the days to come, I will keep this in mind! Family is priceless!

Unforgettable composition 9 For me who just entered junior high school, 20xx years are doomed to be unforgettable: I met a large group of new classmates; Contact with more than a dozen subjects; Strict military training for freshmen ... Of course, these new things are nothing compared with hosting holiday parties.

Looking forward to it, the campus art festival is slowly coming to us with a brisk pace. Wonderful activities appeared one after another: Top Ten Singers Competition, Exquisite English Handwritten Newspaper Exhibition, and Community Exhibition-during these three happy days, students learned to unite and cooperate; Know how to play one's own specialty; Feel the colorful campus life ... On the night of the end of the art festival, as usual, every class will hold a gala.

The host is very important whether the party is wonderful or not. Isn't it? "Happy Camp" teenagers Nana and He Jiong; Can Wang Han's Everyday Up attract the audience's attention? Just as the students were guessing who would be the host, the class teacher said bluntly, "Wang Tian, you can host it." Impossible, a pie fell from the sky and landed right on my head. I will be hit by mistake soon, so I have to prepare quickly: arranging programs, writing serial words, ordering games and buying props. ...

The party began, and the brightly decorated classroom was filled with a pleasant atmosphere. The students are sitting around the classroom, eating snacks and waiting for the party to start excitedly. "Good evening, everyone. Now I declare the official start of Class Six Gala in the first year. " I said loudly. Hearing this, the students applauded excitedly. I began to announce: "As we all know, mobile phones are closely related to our lives. As the saying goes,' a mobile phone in hand is foolproof', but sometimes mobile phones can also bring a series of troubles. Now, please enjoy the sketch brought by Lu Shiying and other students-"Mobile Phone Storm". " The interesting and colorful programs are dizzying, but I didn't expect the students to come up with a way to fool the host. When I announced the curtain call, the chorus below shouted, "One host, one …" I had no choice but to jazz with the drums. The lively hosting style pushed the atmosphere of the party to a climax, and the students laughed and laughed.

By the way, I forgot to tell you that the day of the gala is exactly 65438+February 3 1. At the happy party, the students reluctantly bid farewell to the year of 20xx and happily entered the year of 20xx.

Unforgettable composition 10 My good friends Yang Xu and Wang Hao helped me with something that I will never forget.

One day at noon, when I was having lunch, I suddenly remembered that I was on duty today, so I did it, but it was very simple. But you don't know that when you do it, you just sweep the floor and clean the table, but after you do it, you have to brush the hateful big pots of vegetables, and this time it's not only two big pots of vegetables and Tucki where I'm eating, but also rice. This big basin is not big, and the rice stuck on it is not easy to brush, so I suffered a lot this time. Just as I was cleaning the table and preparing to brush the four basins I hated most, I thought to myself: Who can help me? I can brush so many pots, even if I brush one. Just when I begged someone to help me brush the big basin, I looked around and left soon. There are only a few people in other classes in the canteen, and there are fifth-grade students. I'm afraid our class is over. When I got there, there was no place to put the jar. I have to hold them in my hand. At this moment, two voices came from my sides. Yang Xu said, "Meng Zhang, let me help you brush two pots." As soon as Yang Xu's voice fell, Wang Hao said, "Meng Zhang, let me help you brush your Tucki."

Now I want to say thank you to both of you. Thank you for letting me learn to help others.

Unforgettable composition 1 1 Friendship between teachers and students is a ray of sunshine in the process of growing up, nourishing the soul. -inscription

Recalling those good times in primary school, my heart is full of sadness and emotion.

I remember that in the first and second grades of primary school, I was very playful and didn't concentrate in class. My teacher often reports my situation to my parents, and when I get home, I am criticized by my parents. Under the guidance of teachers and parents, I finally became sensible in the third grade and began to study hard. However, I have fallen behind in my lessons. Maybe Mr. Yun also found out that when I was in physical education class, he often asked me to take dictation, recite and give lectures .... I got excellent grades in the mid-term and final exams of that semester, which made me feel incredible. My teachers and parents are very happy. From that moment on, my heart was filled with gratitude to Mr. Yun.

At that time, I thought Mr. Yun was like a cup of coffee, always warming people's hearts on cold nights. Just like My Sweetie's maltose, it always makes our hearts sweet when we are in pain; You are hard-working gardeners, and we are brilliant flowers. Although they are beautiful, your education is indispensable.

I know Mr. Yun, you are a strict teacher at ordinary times, and you are very demanding of us, but you also have maternal love for us. It was in the fifth grade, and the school organized us to go to the education base. You were so amiable that we felt our mother's care when we left home. Every day when we go back to the dormitory, you will greet and care from one dormitory to another; When doing manual work, I saw some students can't do it, so I went to help. When we are tested, you cry and laugh with us. ...

In a blink of an eye, we are in grade six. You see that our English performance is not good, so we set up an English group in the class, let us read English in this group every day, and also use the afternoon reading to dictate our English words. We will always remember your kindness to us.

Now that we have graduated, we still miss you all the time, Miss Yun! We love you forever.

Unforgettable composition 12 I have long heard that the villagers in Yan' an, the old revolutionary base area, are very simple. This summer vacation, our family also came to Yan 'an, where we deeply felt the enthusiasm and simplicity of the people in the old district.

We played for a long time that day and found that there was nothing to play, so we ended our game early. I didn't want to go back to the hotel too early, so I wandered around the streets of Yan' an to see what was delicious. Walking along the way, I found an alley, thinking about feeling the life of the local people, and went in aimlessly. This alley leads to a residential area with some shops on both sides. A "Zi Chang Pancake" shop attracted our attention. On the way, I heard my father talk about the origin of eldest son pancakes. Now that you have seen it, you must try it. As soon as we sat down in the long chair in the shop, the boss, a hearty man from northern Shaanxi, greeted us warmly. He called me "doll", which is really fresh. We ordered a pancake, and soon, the boss brought pancakes and dip. I picked up a piece and looked at it carefully. The cake is about seven or eight centimeters wide, as thin as paper and as white as jade, wrapped in dried tofu and vegetables. It looks very attractive. I couldn't wait to pick up a piece, dip it in the sauce and put it in my mouth. Unexpectedly, I was suddenly scalded and my tears came down. Seeing my mess, the boss quickly mixed me a non-spicy sauce. "Dolls can't eat spicy food. It's not spicy to eat this!" I was moved by the boss's enthusiasm.

After eating the long pancakes, we continued to walk deep into the alley and saw another novel snack-oil cake. In the novel "Ordinary World", the food that Sun Shaoan can only eat when she gets married is just around the corner! The big oil cake in Huang Chengcheng is a bit like the glutinous rice cake we eat, but it is made of a kind of millet, which people in northern Shaanxi call soft millet. We really want to try the oil cake, but it weighs several kilograms and we can't eat it! This is not a snack street. It's not retail. When she was in a dilemma, the proprietress said, "Buy less dolls to try." The proprietress not only cut a few small pieces as an exception, but also helped us to process free frying. Finally, he served us another delicious food from northern Shaanxi-oil steamed stuffed bun. If it weren't for the people in Yan 'an and the old liberated areas, we wouldn't have such good treatment!

The people in the old revolutionary base areas are really simple!

Unforgettable composition 13 One Saturday morning, my brother's crying just woke me up from my dream. What happened?

I quickly ran down from the bed and rushed to my brother's room. Oh, my God! Not here, I ran to my parents' room again, only to see my brother say to me while wiping his tears, "whoops, mom and dad are not here!" " "I quickly comforted my brother and said," Didn't they say that yesterday? Have me! "My brother said," Yeah, but I'm hungry! " "oh! I see, so I have to find food for my brother. Looking around, I turned the house upside down like a cat, and finally found noodles in the cupboard. I asked my brother, "Do you want noodles?" My brother nodded, and I thought, be quiet for a while!

Then I came to the kitchen. First, I put on my apron, then cut the onion into pieces, and then I picked up a little Jiang Mo. The preparatory work has been completed. I turned on the gas and poured some oil into the pot. When the oil temperature was 50% hot, I put my minced onion and ginger in, and only heard a "e-e-e". Suddenly, a smell came to my nose. It's really delicious. Seeing that the chopped green onion was turning yellow, I quickly poured water into it. In an instant, the firecrackers in the pot sounded like firecrackers. Finally, I put the noodles in and stirred them with chopsticks. After a long time, I rolled my noodles in the pot and thought it should be enough. I quickly put the noodles in a bowl, cooled them and served them to my brother. Look! The younger brother looks excited. He took a big bite and said, "Ah! It's so light! " I was a little surprised and took a bite, haha! I can't believe I forgot to put salt in it.

Today's experience is really hard to forget, but I still gained a lot. I learned to take care of my brother and stand on my own two feet.

Unforgettable composition 14 Every parting is a violent uprooting. The passing days are like withered petals and leaves. I don't remember how much rain floated on my chest and sounded in my ears, except that I couldn't bear to leave that day and it is still floating in front of me.

It's been more than a year since I bid farewell to primary school. Maybe every parting is a new beginning, but parting is still fresh.

The old Castanopsis kawakamii tree in front of the window was shaken by the wind, the branches swept the eaves, and the leaves fluttered and danced with the wind. I leaned against the window and looked at butterflies flying all over the sky. I smile, maybe you have accompanied me through this long late autumn, but I walked too slowly to keep up with your footsteps.

Junior high school, a new threshold, carrying a schoolbag, carrying the past, I will usher in a brand-new self. As a junior one student, I am naive and always smile mercilessly. Now I am strong, indifferent, self-respecting, lonely and have few friends. The hard shell will always hurt others inadvertently, and everyone will leave me alone, I know that. I am like a poor dandelion, the wind determines its direction, and the wind throws it far away to a lonely place. It's so dark here that I'm a little scared. It's so quiet that I'm a little lonely. I hobbled along in the dark. I shouted: "teacher, where are you, teacher, where are you?" I really miss you. Do you remember your concern for me when I was helpless and your patience when I was naughty? " Remember the small stone road we walked together, the bamboo forest we passed through together, and the laughter and laughter of everyone along the way? . . . "

Teacher, I really miss you, how much I long for it, and the happy time together in our primary school has always stayed in an instant. In this way, at least I can always curl up beside you. I will be an ignorant girl who likes to spoil you, and you will be a trash can who likes to listen to my venting.

I continued to grope, just like a blind man, bumping around and falling down, looking for you, but I never thought that you were always by my side.

I curled up in a corner with my head buried. Suddenly, the warm sunshine shone on me, and I stood up, held out my hand and held a ray of sunshine. Maybe I can change myself. Perhaps, like me, you are looking forward to our next meeting. Perhaps, you have been supporting me mentally and accompanying me, but I have ignored it in confusion.

Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light!

Unforgettable composition 15 One day last summer vacation, the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. The leaves of the big tree were curled by the sun and lost the luster of spring. The cicada in the tree cried desperately, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's too hot ... "

I was sitting on the sofa, turning over a book, and suddenly thought of watermelon to quench my thirst. I like watermelon best. If I eat a watermelon on such a hot day, it will be cool. I used to eat when adults bought it, but this time I want to learn to pick watermelons by myself. So I asked my mother to take me to buy watermelons. My mother couldn't resist my pleading and finally agreed.

When I came to the fruit shop downstairs, I saw watermelons piled like hills, some light green, some dark green, some light and some deep. It's really great. Let me touch this and look at that. I'm a little overwhelmed.

At this time, an aunt also came to buy watermelon. My mother patted me and told me to listen carefully to Uncle Guagua's introduction. He said: "Mature watermelons will make a' pop' sound and feel very slippery." As soon as my uncle's words were finished, my mother said to me, "Sissy, you can choose according to the method my uncle said." "Ok, I will definitely choose the sweetest one." I immediately picked it up in the melon pile. I felt around, listened, and finally picked a modest melon. This melon garden is round. I said to the uncle who sold melons, "Is this ripe?" My uncle patted me and smiled and said to me, "Yes, little friend, you are great!" " "My mother gave me a thumbs-up and said," Give you full marks. You are really grown up, and you can buy watermelons for my mother in the future. "

Then, my mother picked another melon and prepared to take it with me. I quickly said to my mother, "Mom, let me get this melon!" " "I am very happy to go home with my mother holding a watermelon.

When I got home, I couldn't wait for my mother to cut the watermelon I picked. Wow! Beautiful, with red flesh and black seeds. Take a bite, so sweet! So happy! I learned another skill-picking watermelons. I still remember it now!