Recall the composition of senior three.

Whether at school or in the society, you are familiar with composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is my collection of senior three reminiscence compositions. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope it will help you.

Memories of the summer of senior three composition 1 often bring some mixed fragments, and those related memories will come to mind quietly, and the past pictures are still fresh and indelible. Yes, summer is always used to recall youth and the deepest feelings about life. ...

On a rainy day, the rain all over the sky seemed to hit my eyes and suddenly closed. Several boys want to go out of the classroom and experience the feeling of getting wet on the playground. We were young, passionate and impulsive at that time.

The students rushed out of the classroom shouting, but I hesitated to walk behind. Then I thought, why care about the rain? Even though I'm soaked, I might as well have a good time. So we rushed to the playground to experience the rain. ...

After the green plastic playground was washed away by the rain, the color was particularly eye-catching. We ran, laughed and skated, and didn't care. We still got up with a smile and shook our heads from time to time. Rain mixed with sweat, merged into a string of water droplets, flowing down our hair to our faces, and our faces were full of cheerful expressions. At that time, I really felt a hearty feeling and felt a kind of happiness and satisfaction that dared to meet the challenge of the storm. Looking back now, I find that what I did at that time was not impulsive, but my initial bravery.

Climbing a mountain has become a very difficult thing in this hot afternoon. Sweat is flowing in every corner of your body, and you can clearly feel the sweat flowing down your back and cheeks. Suddenly, you have the idea of giving up. So, turn and look down the hill. Suddenly, I was stunned by the scenery in front of me, and the green trees and mountains seemed to be trampled underfoot. It turns out that I have walked through many rugged mountain roads and overcome many hot tests. At that moment, I felt relaxed physically and mentally, and my steps became light and cheerful.

What an important encouragement! Just as I was sentimental in the flower season, I will realize in my heart that in the face of suffering, I should not escape, but look back at my achievements and go on bravely. How important it is to encourage and motivate yourself.

The memory of summer is endless. It is always close at hand, but unpredictable and hard to touch. At some point in my life, looking back will still make me feel and gain something. Perhaps, after a long time, I will still miss my youth and my understanding of life.

When I saw those familiar QQ avatars, I was filled with childish, ridiculous and naive faces, with a little stupidity. I miss our time together. I think that is the so-called youth and friendship!

I still remember that we were all busy with the college entrance examination; I still remember the energy when we all racked our brains to find trouble with one of us; I still remember sitting under a tree one day and discussing whether we will have a girlfriend after the university starts. If so, are we pursuing ourselves or being pursued by others, and will we promise him or her when being pursued? I still remember when we played together, we always pointed out each other's shortcomings in action or technology. Although language is sometimes mean, we don't dislike it, because we have the same hobbies. I still remember the day before we broke up, we came to the old place to play ball, and agreed to improve our skills within half a year, and then we would discuss it again after half a year.

When our blood was boiling and we were young, we made a promise. In a blink of an eye, several months passed. Whenever we chat together, we will remind each other for fear that the other party will forget their promises. Whenever this happens, we only have one sentence: "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten, just wait to go back and beat you!" " "In fact, everyone has not forgotten, because this is our promise. The first promise we made, so special, represents our determination and will not be easily forgotten.

It's not so much childish as stupid. We just wasted our youth. Even if you know it won't end well, even if you know it's just a waste of time, so what?

I have gained friendship, and I have deeply imprinted their faces in my mind, reminding me of them when I am bored and lonely, and of our brief but happy time before. That's enough. I feel very happy.

My high school is not Hengshui, nor is it a big attached middle school, but a small key middle school. Although the area is not large, it is well-known in Guilin and even Guangxi. If you want to ask the reason, it is estimated that it is two words-conscious.

My high school life is different year by year, from actively participating in various activities to struggling with the unhappy decline in grades, and finally returning to peace and ending the college entrance examination. Every time has its happiness and loss, but now think about it, it is probably a long journey and life is mysterious.

Compared with those junior students, our grades are really easy. Take the comprehensive examination paper as an example. The grade unified examination paper started from grade three 1 1 month, which is really too late compared with those schools. However, this relaxation has brought a new high rate of parallel classes in the college entrance examination, which is really incredible. I gained a lot of happiness in that relaxed atmosphere. On weekends, I can go shopping, eat and watch movies in the city center. When I have a party, I can also be a conductor and director. Tired of doing homework at night, you can go to the playground to see the stars. You can eat a bowl of delicious Guilin rice noodles in the morning without waiting in line. ...

In fact, to be honest, the most important change in high school is to look at your own eyes! Before high school, my confidence and glory were always overwhelming. When I was in high school, I was surrounded by classmates who were better than me, so that I could see myself more clearly. This is not to say that my self-confidence has been destroyed, but that those false self-confidence has disappeared and I am more sure of what I have. So, it's almost a whole year since high school, but those changes will accompany life.

My high school is two hours' drive from my home, but my parents still insist on meeting once a month. The toll ticket on my dad's car is full of family support and care! I also met many excellent teachers in high school, and they also had a great influence on me. Let me say thank you to them through this memory! There are many excellent classmates and friendly friends. Now they are scattered all over the world to pursue their dreams. It is better to say "take care and have a happy Children's Day"!

Memorize senior three composition 4. If you don't remember, you will be like a goldfish in a pond, and you don't know your life path. If you don't forget, you will be like a historian of the palace, and you will never leave the official document pavilion. Walking on the edge of memory and forgetting, not sure of your own direction, it is better to walk like this and put memories on the road.

Memories are our ID cards. We belong to ourselves, but we are all very busy, looking at what others have and pursuing a better life for others. Some of our own characteristics gradually disappear, just like pebbles in a mountain stream, and finally we can't tell who I am and who I am. But one thing is always talking about the difference between you and others, memories. It is because of the inevitability of spiritual freedom that there will be unique memories. But many people will give them up in order to get what they want in the future. At that time, we should have no idea about our position, but with this ID card, we can understand our choice. There are such a group of people in life who like photography and are keen on keeping a diary. They are people who value memories, pay attention to the little things around them and stay on the plane. The color will not fade. They have been playing themselves, Wang Anshi and Fu Lei, and their path is particularly clear. This is not for others, but for myself. Memory cannot be lost.

It is really wonderful to walk safely with such memories, but we may also struggle for it. Good memories will fascinate us, even immerse us in them and forget the pace in reality. Embarrassed memories will make us afraid to look straight, even ashamed and annoyed, so that we dare not move forward. This is terrible. Why don't you put it down? They just have a hard time doing it. After decades, Germany has got rid of the Nazi obsession with its citizens, but Japan, with chrysanthemums and knives, is still dreaming of an empire. You really should think about it and write down what memory will get. Really useless to these people. Only the real thing can be their motivation. You really should kneel once and get rid of the shackles like Brandt.

What are we living for? Yourself or others, past or future? It's for myself, it's for now. Vientiane society, seemingly happy, in fact, tragedy after tragedy, we must survive tenaciously in this world. It's not just a matter of wealth and status. People can't live on this alone. We should have dreams and standards, but we should also have memories. It acts as a hard disk for the connotation of life. We should also forget that it is an indispensable recycling station. With them, let go of memories, and we can go on the road safely.

He is not very tall, but he dresses neatly. His eyes are small, but bright; He has a small mouth, but he has a glib tongue and is likable. He is an excellent student in the class and my deskmate and good friend Xiaohua.

My friend is honest. I remember once, when I was in class in the morning, I saw that the window was broken. We all thought that someone must have broken it after school yesterday afternoon, so we went to tell the teacher.

Hearing the news, the teacher came to class and asked angrily, "Which naughty child broke the glass?" ! "The whole class was suddenly silent. At this time, the careful teacher suddenly found Xiaohua's face flushed. So the teacher smiled and asked everyone, "Please stand up bravely and admit your mistake, and we will forgive him!"! " "

Xiaohua stood up trembling and said, "Teacher, I accidentally broke the glass yesterday, and I was afraid of being blamed, so …" The teacher patted Xiaohua on the shoulder and motioned her to sit down, saying, "Xiaohua is an honest and brave boy, and I hope everyone can learn from him. Remember, if you make a mistake, it doesn't matter. Admitting mistakes is half the battle. "

Since then, Xiaohua has gained some advantages in my heart. I decided to learn from him, his honesty and courage.

Xiaohua also has a sense of justice and the nature of protecting the weak that many boys have.

I remember once when I was a child, I was playing alone in the aisle of the classroom and suddenly met the monitor of the class. The monitor pointed to his monitor list and said, "Go away, didn't you see the monitor go from here?" I almost cried when I looked at the captain's arrogance. At this time, Xiaohua suddenly came up to me and said, "What's the big deal about the little captain?" ! Teachers and classmates chose you as the monitor to help their classmates, not to bully them. "When the monitor heard Xiaohua's duty, he walked away embarrassed.

Thanks to Xiaohua's help and his protection, there are fewer and fewer overbearing students in the class. Everyone knows that bullying students is wrong. We should unite and help each other!

This is my honest, brave and upright good friend-Xiaohua!

I didn't take a nap. On a cloudy day, accompanied by the north wind in late autumn and early winter, I strolled around Xiaoyancheng. Few people yawn repeatedly in the street, and the employees in the store lazily walk to the park, stepping on the golden carpet paved all the way. Although it is thick enough and dense enough, the wind is not urgent enough. I walk here heartily, open the diary of the past in my mind, and outline the memories of autumn in an appropriate atmosphere.

I think of the girl who liked me for a long time in high school. Later, I was not as fat as my family in senior three. I remembered that the first quarrel turned out to be foul-mouthed. I think of the high school teacher, who is angry with my classmates or makes me angry. I think of the teacher who fought with me. I wanted him to be come to a bad end. Now I'm really relieved, but I remember my good friends, good buddies and several good sisters who have a good relationship. Everyone has done a lot of crazy things.

I really don't want to say goodbye, so no one left without seeing me off during the holiday. It's like saying goodbye alone. It's like a confession of unrequited love failure I can't take it anymore. I'm willing to recall you. I am willing to deceive myself. Don't tell me I've lost you. Even in autumn, as long as you don't tell the tree that it is autumn, the autumn wind will still warm him, and he will be evergreen like Qiu Shu in the south.

Time flies.

At that time, I was nervous about preparing for the exam, and now I can make fun of it. At that time, it was hard to see the voices and faces of our buddies who were laughing and laughing all day. High school love becomes a long-distance relationship or a reunion or parting. Suddenly, we laughed too much, but our hearts became heavier. We went to college.

Looking up, at the end of the park path, there is a tree with almost only branches, and only my memories are under it.

Perhaps, there will be parting, or in the autumn months, our constant sadness remains strong as time goes by. We hope that the evergreen days of the four seasons will disappear forever, and we only hope to turn into fallen leaves. Become a memory and meet our thoughts at this time of year. ...

If a seed wants to blossom, it must go through breaking the shell, breaking the ground, growing leaves, and going through some wind and rain before it will blossom. I think people should be the same! From birth, learning to walk, going to school. We always have to go through some things to get some insight and then grow up. Looking at the flowers facing the wind and rain outside the window, I keep seeing those things I experienced in the past.

In primary school, I had several good friends, and we played together after class every time. Obviously they are all girls, but they learn to "fight" like boys. Their mouths also emit the sound of various weapons colliding, and sometimes they also emit happy laughter. Other little girls envy our good feelings, and we used to be proud of our friendship. We used to run on the playground together; Pick the furry green bristlegrass and make it into a broom to play with; We also shared our ideals ambitiously. We all think that we will be good friends for life. Unfortunately, there is not even a contact information now. In junior high school, we are in different classes, and the contact is gradually less, or even no contact.

Growing up makes me feel that there are fewer and fewer friends around me, and it also makes me understand that no one can accompany you for a long time, even the best friends, parents and lovers.

Later, I met several good friends in junior high school, but many of them have lost contact. This makes me feel that life is like a post station. We can meet and know each other because we only stayed in the same post for a long time, so we parted ways and didn't even meet.

When you are admitted to high school, your study will be busy with you. There are many things to worry about, but the boy who has a crush on me never confesses, just thinking about it, so that the lonely heart has a magical partner. Everyone spends most of their time studying and has less communication. Even playing together feels more and more perfunctory. As we get older, we wear more and more masks. I started giggling, too. At that time, I also began to pay attention to the color of my parents' temples. Sometimes, the thought of my father working in the hot sun in the classroom makes my heart ache to tears.

I think this is growth! This makes you helpless, but you can't change it. Looking back on my growing process, happiness and sadness coexist. Every experience will make you understand and grow. I am full of sadness when I watch people who used to be very familiar drift away, but I also wish them all the best! Because, I know, this is what growth needs to experience.

Memory is the only emotion that runs counter to everything in the world. Often the more memories, the more sad. Memory is always going backwards, but time is going forward, and the two directions are always opposite. If you take a step forward every second, your memory will take a step back. What we want to catch at this moment, after time flies, we begin to recall. We still want to catch it, but we can't catch it. Slowly, we felt sorry and began to feel sad. Just because memories are contrary to time, the magic hand of time hates memories more and more, adding scars to all those who recall.

People always lose their way on the road of memory, and everyone thinks that the past can be changed in memory. Ironically, I lied to myself, but in the eyes of others, I broke it with a poke. Later, the memories became unreal, because everyone thought that the moment should be like this, so they concealed the facts. Time is the least angry. Once you contend with it, it will make you miserable for life.

Deceive yourself, wander in memories, and never get back to the person who is synchronized with time. Time makes him no longer feel happy, and success means goodbye to him. Then these became memories, and he began to fall into them again, struggling to extricate himself. People who are divorced from the runway of reality and learn to escape from the facts will not be happy. They are trapped in their own minds, let the past reappear again and again, and make up what they want again and again. If you don't want to accept the fact, you can only recall, and then recall becomes a fantasy.

Missed is missed. One more second and time will pass. Without this second, we can't grasp what it brings us, and we have another regret. Why don't you let go? Why are you struggling? If it's not yours, what can you do? Can that moment be something you can show off in front of your children in the future? Is it because of this moment that you gave up your future pursuit?

If that moment is painful, we will forget it as time goes by. If that moment is beautiful, we laugh and laugh with the pace of time. In any case, as long as people are still there, life still has to be lived. People who choose to escape will never understand why fate is unwilling to care about him, because he has deviated from time. Let's remember less, regret less, grasp the present and cherish the facts. If we change, someone will accept it. In fact, we are all super happy people.

Memories of the third year of high school composition 9 Walking on the quiet path of memories, the sun gently draped over my shoulders, savoring the surrounding scenery, happy and warm, like honey, thick paste in my heart, because of you, mom, I am very happy all the way.

This is the day to report to No.1 Middle School. Our family has been looking forward to this day for a long time. We got up early to get ready, thinking of being the first to give our names. But when we got there, we were greeted by a long line. Everyone was cheering and chatting with each other. As if all families are the same, they are full of expectations and hopes for their children to enter junior high school.

As the sun rises, the temperature in the air is getting hotter and hotter. You crowded a long line with me and waited for two hours before the school leaders checked whether the documents were up to standard one by one. The parents next to them began to complain, and some parents have changed people in turn. Only you have been with me, never giving up. Mom, you know what? At that time, how afraid I was that you asked me to go to the roots to cool down for a while? I'm afraid I'm too strange to that environment. I don't want you to leave me, but I feel selfish and sorry for you. You seem to have read my mind, holding my little hand tightly and warmly with your big hand until you reach my heart.

Time passes slowly and quickly. The sun is already above our heads, and the shadows on the ground are messy because people are walking around anxiously. I began to get impatient and wandered back and forth in the middle of the line. At this time, a pair of big hands rested on my shoulders and rubbed back and forth rhythmically. I suddenly turned my head, and you smiled: "I'm exhausted, girl. Massage your bones and muscles." I turned around and enjoyed the love you gave me. Every massage of yours flows into my heart like sweet rain and dew, quietly, as if nourishing something. I playfully ran behind you and gave you a massage like you. You turned around, smiled sweetly, and relieved our fatigue. The two of us are like this. You press it for a while, I press it for a while, and the smile and sunshine are generate together, which permeates our body and mind. How I wish time could stop here and go on like this forever!

Every time I think of it, there is always a warm feeling, which will follow the capillaries and flood the whole body. Warm memories will remain in my heart forever and will never fade.

Memories 10, senior three composition, this is my life, waiting for the cruel and lonely theme, there are always sad stories repeating themselves.

Always alone, get up early quietly, step on many friends' spaces, and then wait for the morning to be full. Dragging the body that seems to be dead, completing the cycle of every day, laughing and crying. Then, after writing a sad sunset horizon, looking at the former Ferris wheel and making the last rotation quietly, dusk entered the eternal night.

Many people say that I am a person with only memories left. And the person who only has memories, his heart must be old, and there is probably some truth! But I think that a soul without good memories in one's heart must be dead.

Throughout October, I always try to find myself.

However, occasionally sad, but always. ...

Sitting on the edge of the balcony with headphones, I miss you bit by bit, caring nothing but the sad tone in my ears. Walking behind my back or alone on the light and shadow line at dusk, walking through the path full of sad colors by the sunset, there is only one belief in my heart, that is, I must forget this memory no matter what.

Silently hiding in a dark corner, as if there were Sanqiu. Accustomed to a person staying in a dark corner, when he rushes out of the corner again, the strong sunlight will suddenly cover the whole body, and the almost blind tingling will pull the retina, causing complex white shadows to be cast in the pupil, forming a slowly fading memory picture. Then understand that loneliness has been swallowed up.

I saw the autumn three years ago again. Slowly, I looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and found sky blue everywhere, only less heavy and more melancholy. I don't know when, the feeling of autumn makes me feel strange and real, and I am at a loss as soon as I walk out of the corner.

Quietly, October left.

It's time to savor slowly and try to forget more, and let the memories stay in October of that year.

Autumn is still rustling, and the gray sky has left.