Yi times composition

In our daily study, work and life, we often come into contact with composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Still at a loss for composition? The following essays are collected for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Recalling the time composition 1 6 years of friendship, such as crossing the planetary belt light years away, like an endless river shining with light, meeting among the stars.

At noon that day, the sun was baking the world with its own strength, as if it had never shone in its last life. I am bored in this "warm" rather than a big teaching place, biting a pen with white teeth, putting one leg on the other leg softly, putting one hand around my neck, my eyes hanging down slightly, and lying lazily on the table scraped black and blue by the meat cleaver, stretching from time to time. I took a long self-study class.

Suddenly, I felt someone patting me behind me. When I turned my head and raised my eyes to look behind me, a face appeared in front of me without warning, which greatly frightened my young mind.

After a pause, I saw the face clearly. My skin is fair, my nose is slightly higher, my eyes are black, my hair is black, and I am smiling. "What's your name?" He asked me, and I was slightly dazed and answered him. I looked into his eyes, pure and sincere. It was the first time we met.

From then on, we became friends day and night. We study together, play together and go home together.

Once, when we were playing outside, just when I was in a good mood, one of us tripped over a stone, which was nothing, but there happened to be a pile of glass nearby, and my "lovely" hand was "lucky" injured by "lovely" glass fragments. I staggered to my feet, and the pain spread from my calf to my whole body like a small snake. At this time, I saw him running over in a panic, hurriedly helping me with his hand and anxiously saying, "Are you all right? I'll take you to the infirmary. " Without waiting for me to promise him, he quickly picked me up and walked quickly to the infirmary. Leaning on his back, I can feel my heart beating faster and feel very comfortable, as if there is a support around me. When I got to the infirmary, he quickly put me down and told the teacher that I was moved by his hurried figure and anxious eyes. In those eyes, there is a kind of worry and a little panic.

It was still that midsummer, or at that time, sometimes in my mind, I inadvertently saw that white face with a touch of anxiety and warmth in my black eyes, which accompanied me day and night. I hope our golden time will always be in our pure memories.

Recalling Time Composition 2 Time is very shallow, time is like water, and spring has come in a blink of an eye. Nature's spring, summer, autumn and winter are constantly changing, and our steps are constantly moving forward. Pass by a lot of people and pass by a lot of scenery. Some have long been forgotten, while others have entered people's hearts. Even if we don't meet again, the memories are warm. -inscription

In such an environment, indifference seems to be the most common thing. Although there are many people in the office, I hardly know anyone except those colleagues who need to work. They just work in the same office every day. After a long time, they will feel a little familiar, that's all.

The office style is one person, one desk, one chair and one computer. There are tall squares around every table. In this way, everyone is independent, and everyone has only a small space of their own. Communication between adjacent tables can only be done by email unless you stand up.

When I first came here, I was in favor of this approach. All matters or orders from superiors are sent by mail. The communication and work between colleagues are also done by email. I think this kind of management is more perfect. You don't have to run back and forth hard, you don't have to waste a few pages, you don't have to call each other, everything is done silently. This can not only save energy, but also reduce oral misunderstanding or forgetting.

However, when I really took over this job, I found it difficult. Because all the work is done by email, and almost all the emails appear in English, such emails are simply more difficult for me than going to heaven.

Looking at a meaningless letter, you will suddenly have the idea of giving up, but you are not reconciled. I have a strong learning ability since I was a child. After so long, others can learn. Why can't I learn? With this mentality, I have been trying to persist.

Memories of Time Composition 3 The bits and pieces of my childhood are lingering in my mind, which makes me unforgettable. She was the one who accompanied me through the long and wonderful childhood.

Miao is my best friend in primary school. She encouraged me when I was depressed. She comforted me when I was sad; When I am happy, she enjoys it with me ... during the six years here, we have established a strong friendship, but everything will end. Finally, we all went to different junior high schools, but we still kept in touch.

Her face is round, with naturally curly light yellow hair, and she is also a person who loves to laugh. When she smiles, she will reveal a lovely pear vortex near her mouth, and a pair of big eyes full of energy will always look at you. Her hair rustled behind her head, and a small cherry mouth became more and more attractive.

We are a small group, and we will always be together. We are like two "boys" who used to surf the Internet together. Have fun together; Chatting together ... it was also that time that made me understand the value of friendship more.

It was a mock exam that day, but I didn't prepare for the exam, so I was angry and looked anxious, but terrible things came. The report card has been sent out, and I can pass the exam smoothly. Just when I was still there, Miao Zhu Jin left and said to me; It doesn't matter. There is nothing wrong with not doing well in this exam. I just need to work hard next time ... after her persuasion, I suddenly realized that my self-confidence had been rekindled. From now on, I will be close to you.

Although we have separated, we will still find the shadow of understanding among the students now, which looks so familiar. Everyone will have a "bosom friend" when they are young, and they will make you have endless happiness, so please cherish the friendship of youth!

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, six years of primary school have passed. Looking at this familiar campus, there are only memories left.

Recalling that we were ignorant in the lower grades at that time, we have now become energetic teenagers. In the land of Xingzhi, we have gained knowledge, friendship and growth. In this land of Xingzhi, we gradually sprout.

Remember that dense forest? We play and frolic below. Under those four tall basketball stands, how many fierce games have been held, and how many people shouted for their class below. The first failure, the first success; The first time I picked up a brush to write, too many firsts were deeply imprinted in my mind.

In this gardenia season, we are about to part, and there are too many disappointments and sorrows in our hearts, but this moment is destined to come. Thanks to the teachers who have educated me. You have accompanied me through a small part of my life. You taught me to be strong, you taught me to work hard, and you gave me confidence. You are hard-working gardeners, irrigating us with knowledge, and letting us know the books and be reasonable; You are an immortal candle, burning yourself silently, so that we can see hope when we are desperate.

Everyone is a clean stream, and now we are heading for our own sea. The road ahead is still very long, and the road to chasing dreams is full of dangers and even bruises, but please learn to be strong and see the rainbow after the storm. "All things must come to an end" cherish our time together; Be grateful for the person who made you grow up.

At the graduation ceremony, an inexplicable feeling came to my mind. Even though I was in tears, I managed to squeeze out a smile. The campus is there, but we are getting farther and farther away from the campus.

Carefree childhood is just a paragraph in a long poem of life. Let's continue to write with active struggle and unremitting efforts!

I always want to write our story at a certain moment in the dark, in memory of the missed meteor and the dead.

Maybe I will burst into tears in the dark, maybe I will talk silently when I am asleep, maybe I have such a shallow dream, full of worries, that was once us, once you.

Looking back, we haven't served wine yet.

At that time, we were high-spirited teenagers, exuding enviable vitality in the early morning sunshine. Strut high and fearless, every moment that slips away from us is full of meaning. We, in groups of three or five, are all exclusive freedom, holding hands or hooking up. There is always a time in a person's life when he can laugh happily, whisper sadly and wail sadly. We don't care whether anyone cares, whether we lose face, whether we wet the book or lose the information. We just really live in this world and feel our truest feelings. A few years ago, we had no right or wrong, only the light in the morning, the glow in the evening, and the unforgettable arrogance.

Who is counting the vicissitudes of life?

Adults lost their way home, and all of us became strong warriors in armor. Meet again, wave a hand gently, catch the surging warm current in my heart, sigh secretly, and then tell myself that this is what I lost and will never get it back. We are still laughing, we all want to prove that we are doing well, we are still taking arrogant steps, smiling at our corners of the mouth, and we can't see how good it is or how bad it is. This is us, and this is the ashes left by four years of friendship. Innocent and unforgivable years have turned several times at our fingertips, and finally all the good things have flowed away. What do we all remember about each other? Do you remember the child who was sealed in time? Remember those years when we worked together? Remember laughing and crying? Remember the terrible pain at that time?

Time and time again, we, after all, got lost.

Looking up at the sky again, my eyes are not as bright as before, time is still the same, and the years are innocent, but are we all okay?

Memories of Time Composition 6 Falling flowers have nothing to do with it, as if I met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone.

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Three years ago, we met in a beautiful and strange campus. Facing strangers, I don't know what words can clearly express that feeling in my heart. Everything is strange! However, in the passage of time, I gradually integrated into and fell in love with this warm collective!

Three years has given me not only academic pride, but also laughter, tears and friendship. Three years, this seemingly long period of time, gave me the best memories in my life. I used to say that graduation was in the foreseeable future, but in an instant I parted ways.

How time flies, and our junior high school semester is still. In the face of the teachers who have cared about us and educated us severely for three years, we can only give up and look at the classmates who have never met before, but now they are close friends, and our eyes are only confused. As everyone knows, it is a sad tear.

The ignorance of the first grade, the innocence of the second grade and the growth of the third grade have all become the most beautiful transformations in the eyes of teachers and classmates. Sometimes I really want to go back to me when I just stepped into the campus gate, and I want to hold on to the fleeting time with my hands to prevent it from flowing away with the river and rushing to the sea.

Some people say: "The three years of junior high school are like a small tree, which has experienced the wind and the sun and finally grown into a towering tree." Then I want to compare this most wonderful period of time to the process of a butterfly's growth, from a small egg to a caterpillar, and then to a beautiful butterfly after a pupal period without eating or sleeping. Isn't this change the stage from ignorance to understanding to maturity in the past three years?

I don't know if our agreement will come true, but I think that although time has passed, this most beautiful process will always be in my heart!

Although it is a lost time, it has left us with lifelong memories!

Recalling Time Composition 7 is another year of Qingming. Everyone is busy, but I'm bored. The arrival of Tomb-Sweeping Day always reminds me of my grandfather's amiable face unconsciously, and he always calls my nickname leisurely. Grandpa always looked at me with a smile before he laughed cheerfully. Those brown hands full of blue veins will carry my schoolbag on my shoulders with great strength, and then these calloused hands will hold my little hand and walk all the way to school with building blocks and toys. Grandpa is an amateur carpenter and likes to do some manual work in his spare time. At that time, grandpa held two handles of the plane in his hand and gently pushed it on a small piece of wood. Thin and long shavings came out of the knife edge and rolled into a very beautiful yellowish one. Push it gently again, and the shavings will fall gently, turning into a plain auspicious cloud with the fragrance of wood. I like the little wooden boat made by grandpa very much. Exquisite and beautiful. A washbasin is filled with water, and an unpainted wooden boat floats on the water.

I gently pushed the wooden boat with my finger. The wooden boat hit a rock not far from the boat, touched the washbasin and turned back. The water in the washbasin swings from side to side like a dragonfly. There are faint distant mountains outside the window, and the wind blowing from the distant mountains is green wind and gentle wind. There was another sound of pushing and planing outside, whew, whew. Every time there is a new toy sample, grandpa will happily invite me to enjoy it, and I never tire of it. Sometimes it will be an unexpected bamboo dragonfly, and sometimes it will be a colorful small wooden boat. No matter what it is, I will accept it and happily revolve around my grandfather. On the day my grandfather died, I didn't attend because I didn't know. I remember that day my mother cried and told me that she kept talking about me and that I loved the wooden boat I made. I heard the tears of disappointment again. Looking back at that time, camphor wood was red and bamboo was green. Summer goes to cold, spring goes to Qiu Lai, and it is another year of Tomb-Sweeping Day. I looked at the sky alone, and there was a beautiful little wooden boat swimming on the horizon.

Recalling Time Composition 8 has now crossed the 30-year-old hurdle. If there was a time when I was particularly comfortable, practical and memorable, it should be the day when I graduated from college and went to work!

When I graduated, the school arranged an internship, and then I worked hard every day at the internship place. Although I only get a salary of 300 yuan a month, I think I will have a bright future in the future and I am still very motivated!

Probably because of my excellent performance during the internship, and then the boss of the company asked me if I wanted to stay in the company after the internship. For myself at that time, this was a particularly good thing. After all, don't keep looking for a job after the internship is over! I always seem to be afraid to face people looking for a job!

After successfully becoming a full-time employee, my salary also rose to 1800 yuan. Although I am particularly tired every day, I also like doing this job. I have one day off every week. Of course, there is a two-day holiday once a month. Whenever I get paid, I will go out to eat with my colleagues or buy some small things I like!

Moreover, the dormitory where I lived at that time was also very close to the company, and it only took five minutes to walk every day, so there was no need to squeeze the bus or anything! Now think about it, it's really great!

But later, because someone appeared, I chose love and my present life!

Now whenever I think about it, I feel particularly helpless. I feel particularly sorry for my first love. That time was really my most comfortable time. I don't have to ask for money from home. I can also save some money for my parents. You can also buy whatever you like at will. I really lived my life!

But I was too young to understand, and I wanted to pursue love wholeheartedly, and I didn't know how to cherish that kind of self-life. Finally, I led myself to live today's life!

Sometimes it's really important to consider people's choices. It's really important to keep a clear head at all times!

Whenever I come back, when I think about it, I especially miss that time at work!

Memories of Time Composition 9 The autumn wind is rustling, the coolness is getting stronger, the time is long, and the years are frosty. How many autumn coolness can life experience? I forget how much time I have recorded the elegance of that year. A dream is like yesterday, the past is like the wind, like autumn fog, and life is like leaves with the wind. I don't know where the distance is!

Fanghua's youth is immature and full of beautiful ideals. Years have smoothed away arrogance, leaving only a sigh when the reality is bleak. When life is greasy, I recall the lush past, and my heart is only full of melancholy. I recall the days when the red scarf floated on my chest, and my ears seem to be echoing the tender song "We are * * *". That carefree time, accompanied by laughter on campus, left us a lot of childlike happiness. On the playground full of sand, there are many figures running for honor. It's a group of children who struggle for the honor of the class. Every immature body will show its ultimate energy in generate, and whether it wins or loses, it will leave unforgettable memories for boys and girls.

Unforgettable time is a day that you can't go back in this life, like a drop of autumn rain falling on the land of years. When you look back for the shadow, all you leave is emptiness and loneliness. If the memory is still there, will you still remember the exercises that the teacher explained on the blackboard in those years, the boring words and symbols that once made you sleepy? Will you still remember "Hundred Herbs Garden" and "Three Tans Printing on the Moon" in Chinese class? Does teacher Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" make you have the urge to run in a bright spring day? Do you worship the wisdom of the ancients because of Pythagorean theorem? Are you shocked that Archimedes tried to pry open the earth with a lever? When you first saw the hydrogen explosion in the chemistry experiment class, did you ever think about using hydrogen as a shell?

At that time, you were eager to know more about the world, but after growing up, with the deepening of cognition, you began to get tired of this knowledge-seeking day and yearned for the prosperity and noise of the world of mortals. However, the reality is not as beautiful as you think. When you realize from the reality of life, good memories remain in those lush years.

Just like when flowers fall in spring, people think that the leaves are not evergreen when they see that the flowers are not red for a hundred days and the leaves are falling. This is similar to our life. Flowers bloom and leaves fall, which is the day when life grows old. Maybe we will all stand silently in the autumn wind, look at the leaves and recall our youth.

Recalling time composition 10 It is expected that the paper umbrella will turn yellow at dawn ahead.

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Just like opening a diary blog that has been dusty for a long time, the flying dust and dusty paper detected by micro-explosion reminded me too much.

When I was a child, I liked to be illuminated by the warmth of Guangxu in spring and summer, to recite simple ancient poems, and to live a free and unfettered life. It was childhood, the purest and purest childhood. I can still remember that when I was a child, I was holding half a watermelon bigger than my head, smiling at the spongebob being broadcast while eating the red corners of my mouth, regardless of the scream that my mother who had just left work thought it was not her own child when she entered the room. I'm so stupid.

grow up

I don't know when I started. I began to be as indifferent to myself as when I was a child, and I didn't know how to be a man. I frowned and seemed to say coldly, is that me? Just kidding! My thoughts are as dense as grass leaves sprouting in spring and March. I still remember playing with my classmates in primary school. I think, if there is no school management, I will definitely climb to the top of the building while chatting and gossiping. After school, I faced the glory of the sunset on the 300-meter playground. I feel as if my face is covered with a layer of light film. My classmates and I ran hand in hand on the playground, lying on the grass silently imagining our future. I am growing up.

at present

"This problem doesn't need to be solved by equations, does it?" "No, that's obviously what I mean." I lie prone on my desk and hold the book on my head. I don't know when I started to like to wrinkle my eyebrows into the word "Sichuan". My ears are full of questions discussed by my classmates, and I am also confused by this heavy course. I can still think of my past, looking at the blue sky outside the window and watching the flying birds. I can still remember watching TV with watermelon when I was a child, making a wish with my friends lying on the grass, and remembering me now. I'm still growing.

I closed my worn diary and rubbed my red eyes. The sound of time flowing away is in my ear. I want to numb my brain and only remember my youth, this moment, the past and forever.

Now, the list has been completed. Stop writing, my youth.

Memories of time composition 1 1 three years, fleeting. It's not too long to say, and the seniors in Class 20xx have also ushered in their harvest moment. Short is not short. Their sweat and tears for three years rippled in my heart in a twinkling. Today (June 4), a sacred and solemn moment, I am honored to be one of the representatives of senior three students in senior one to see off the seniors and sisters in senior three.

There are joys, sorrows, disappointments and expectations. At the farewell ceremony, the eight characters of "college entrance examination wins, surpassing dreams" wrote down the expectations and confidence of senior three students in the college entrance examination. The meeting went smoothly, and I was deeply impressed by President Tian's speech. President Tian put forward the following requirements for senior three students: 1. Never forget your dreams and your innovative spirit; 2. Always keep a positive attitude towards life; 3. Have a sense of responsibility to serve the country; 4. Prepare for lifelong learning. I think these four requirements are not only for senior three students, but also for each of us and everyone who struggles in the classroom. Three years in high school, there are tears and sweat, joy and confusion. Whenever we want to give up: think about ourselves, our parents, our teachers who inculcate us every day, their expectant eyes and their kind words. Maybe three years of bitterness and sweat are nothing.

In one of the conferences, senior three students interpreted various scenes of senior three: from the expectation of entering the third class of senior three, to the confusion of unsatisfactory grades, and then to the solemnity of swearing for a hundred days, vividly interpreting the life of senior three. The college entrance examination is the time when thousands of troops cross the wooden bridge. After three years of hard work and sweat in senior high school, Hua Song gained a harvest in June. The teacher once said, "When you come to high school, you should be prepared for hardship. You must never underestimate the difficulties of high school. " I think senior three students have realized the profound meaning of this sentence. In the third year of high school, they were doing and correcting papers every day. Aren't they bored? I think they just can't give up. In the three years of high school, the teacher accompanied the students, and the time spent with the students was longer than that of the parents. Students should thank their teachers most. Teachers don't ask for anything in return, they just want to train talents for the country. At the farewell party, senior three students spoke out their love and gratitude to their teachers.

I attended the farewell ceremony of senior three, and my inner passion was high. I studied hard for ten years at the cold window, only for four exams on June 7 and June 8. Finally, I hope my senior classmates can win the first place.

Recalling the past of time composition 12, like a cup of fragrant green tea, you can still feel a little sweetness after tasting it; The past is like a gust of wind and light rain. After the wind, you can still smell the fragrance of the soil and the breath of spring. pass ...

In January this year, I successfully held my first piano solo concert. I fought for this war for eight years!

There is no doubt that the careful preparation before the meeting can not be ignored. I divided the twelve tracks I prepared into two parts: the first part is classical and the second part is modern pop. Every track is full of challenges. Beethoven's Moonlight is 30 pages long, so it is not easy to memorize it fluently.

I decided to let my father be the host of this concert, so as to lighten my psychological burden and go into battle lightly. He readily agreed.

Busy preparations have begun. I have to recite 12 songs a week and speak fluently. I doubted whether I could do it at first, but there was no way out when I got on this wooden bridge. Go!

Eight hours of hard work every day has made me squeal. However, I still insist on this landmark concert.

I am looking forward to the inevitable day. I sat behind the curtain, secretly telling myself not to be nervous and secretly encouraging myself. Through the curtains, I saw the dark audience, but I also saw my father's approving eyes. This made my originally tense heartstrings slowly relax a little.

In the first half, the Turkish March made me impassioned; "Moonlight Sonata" seems to have brought me to the quiet and moonlit seaside avenue in the coastal town of Austria. ...

Sweat on my forehead also quietly attacked me. Sweat dripped into my eyes at once, but I didn't care to wipe it. In the second half, I calmly walked onto the stage and started my wonderful journey of enjoying music.

The concert ended with smooth music and warm applause. I am very excited, because eight years of hard work has finally paid off!

After eight years of suffering, I finally tasted the sweetness today!