The composition of that wonderful time

That wonderful time was called youth. The smiling face in memory becomes a permanent representative picture.

Yellowing photos, diary of mood.

It has become the weight we miss today.

We walked together and laughed together.

First of all, I think it's better to give a hint first. After all, you have to write your own composition to write your true feelings. The above passage can be used as the beginning, about the topic of youth.

The following paragraph is the model essay I am looking for: (I think this topic is suitable for memory)

The more I grow up, the more I miss those fleeting years.

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Miss naive

I still remember riding on my father's back when I was a child, looking at the clouds in the sky and asking, why are the clouds white? Why is the inventor's father not as clever as the inventor? And so on, the question of innocence has drawn a question mark in that young mind. Maybe I can answer the naive questions today, but I have never been curious about life, life and everything in the world. My mind is full of formulas and theorems that have not been questioned for hundreds or even thousands of years, hovering between numbers and letters every day. Maybe it's not that I lost my curiosity, but that the secular solidified mode dominates me. In the quiet moonlight, I have been thinking about the past, but I have lost my original feeling of innocence. I miss me at that time, a little boy who asked questions all day and had his own unique perspective on everything.

Miss the melody

Although I have never heard Beethoven's cry for fate or Chopin's sadness when he left, there are always some deja vu melodies surging in my mind. Now the melody in my ear is even longer than the way I walk, but I always pursue the notes that beat from my heart. I don't know when I will put them in my heart and sing with me sometime in the future. These melodies have touched family, friendship, simplicity and love. Whenever they weave a song, it is a beautiful memory in life. This melody is still ringing in my ears, but it makes my heart beat. I miss the melody at that time.

Missed time

It seems that every time I mention this word, I feel very old-fashioned and bored. But at that time, the light really slipped away from me, and I was deeply in awe of him from the bottom of my heart. Unconsciously, I have almost graduated from junior high school. When I close my eyes, I can still see the shadow when I first went to school. But I've really grown up, and I'm not as playful as before. What I am thinking about now is my plan for the future and my yearning for life. That childhood will eventually fall deep in my heart and will never be changed. It will eventually become my best memory. I miss my time.

The more I grow up, the more I miss those simple memories.

-P.S.

"Childhood" is the representative of "good times". You can also try this theme:

Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, childhood is like a cup of light tea, let you aftertaste; 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. ....

Looking back on those unremarkable childhood events, although small, those memories are so touching, because with these memories, you can make continuous progress, keep pursuing and grow. Childhood is always reminiscent. At that moment, those shots suddenly appeared in front of your eyes.

It was an unforgettable memory, an unforgettable childhood. On the day when I first took up my new schoolbag and went to school, I was finally able to go to school like other children. For me, this is a historic moment. My parents photographed this most happy and unforgettable appearance with a camera, which became the most gratifying thing for my parents and the happiest portrayal of my family. This unforgettable moment, so beautiful and sweet, has always appeared in my mind. However, beauty is only the past. In the long days, after repeated tempering, I honed myself as hard and weak as steel. No one will know the pressure of study, and no one will be pitiful. In the autumn when the leaves are falling, there is only hardship and only lost happiness. This is bitter. When I was a child, in the spring when a hundred flowers blossom, my childhood with beautiful dreams passed quickly.

Growing up under the blue sky, dreams in the night sky are like small castles piled up on the beach and dreams by the blue sea; My son always likes to play under the banyan tree, and he also likes to sit there quietly and listen to the old story. At that time, the dream was green. When I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown and enjoy the golden leaves flying all over the sky in the autumn when the leaves were falling. At that time, my dream was golden. I always liked dreaming when I was a child. Walking in the dream can't find the exit maze. Being locked in the maze again and again, I feel so confused. In real life, when I am motivated, my dream is like a fire. ...

Memories make everything in the world quiet, relaxed and warm, remind you of distant but not distant dreams, remind you of the rain, which is a beating melody. When you fall, there is a force watching you, reminding you to fly the paper plane under the blue sky and the dream you expect.

The clock can only go forward, not backward. Childhood has only aftertaste and memories. .....

Childhood has only memories, dreams have only creation, and the future has only struggle. .....

Childhood is a thing of the past. Only by remembering those little things and accumulating more experience can this road get wider and wider. Everyone has his colorful childhood. Childhood is the most precious thing in life. This is the beginning of your life. If you have it, you have a lifetime. We should cherish it.

Dreams often change. Dreams are the goal that people pursue all their lives. Only struggle, struggle, dreams can be realized, and that will become a reality.

Only by remembering everything will you feel good. ...

Well, also, I think the trip is very good ... If you are not satisfied, you can go to Baidu again (because I have tried my best to answer).