Recall topic composition

In daily study, work or life, many people have written compositions, which can be divided into limited compositions and unlimited compositions according to the different writing time limits. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my composition on the topic of memory, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Memory topic composition 1 In my memory, I cherish a beautiful memory and took the train in 40 minutes.

I've never been on a train. That day, my uncle said that he would take me and my cousins by train for 40 minutes. Although it was 40 minutes, we were still very excited.

At about 3 pm, we boarded the bus from Jiaocheng to Taiyuan. We chose a window seat, and the sun shone on our tired body, which made us feel much more relaxed. Along the way, we children danced and laughed. Uncle told us a lot about his childhood, and his humorous language and tone made us laugh!

At about 4 o'clock, we arrived at Taiyuan Square. Uncle took out his camera and took a precious moment for us. Then, we walk to the railway station. As a result, the waiter said, "It's summer vacation. There are so many tourists that the buses are full. We have to wait until 5: 30, but we only have 40 minutes. We can't wander around and enjoy flowers. "

So, we can only wait, otherwise, this time it will be in vain. Finally, it was a quarter past five, and we started to leave. It took us a long time to find the car 15. Hey! There were so many people that I finally found a foothold, but the crowd pushed me out again.

Thanks to a kind sister who gave me a palm-sized place to get me out of this unnecessary "disaster". Unconsciously, the train slowly left, slowly, everything outside the window flew backwards, and we stood in a smooth and fast train. After a while, 40 minutes slipped away from us. It's already half past seven when I get off the train. In order not to worry grandpa, we boarded the bargaining car again.

Time flies, six years have passed in a blink of an eye. Among them, the bittersweet and bittersweet are all in it, drawing a beautiful scenery of life and hiding it in the memory album.

In grade one, Zhang Yang and I walked out of school with the same schoolbag on our backs. Talking about the pinyin I just learned today, or a beautiful eraser, or being scolded by my mother for watching cartoons for too long yesterday.

In the second grade, I can't write "composition" during dictation. I secretly asked Zhang Lin. Zhang Lin is really a friend. She sent a note at once. Who knows, after being discovered by the teacher, two people were caught by the teacher and stood outside as punishment. They thought that because they hurt Zhang Lin, he would ignore himself in the future. He cried when he remembered it. Zhang Lin thought I was afraid of the teacher and cried. He came to comfort me and found that Zhang Lin was not angry and smiled.

When I was in the third grade, Zhang Zhihao and I had a quarrel over what Superman was really capable of, and the cold war lasted for several days. In fact, my anger has long subsided. I want to say sorry to him, but I am proud of myself.

In the fourth grade, in a photo, two children with tears barely smiled and left the last photo. The photo reads: "Xiao Hao is reluctant to go back to his hometown, take care!" " " .

In the fifth grade, another photo was when Xiao Cong and I went to the amusement park. I remembered Xiao Cong's scream on the roller coaster, which was amazing.

In a blink of an eye, the sixth grade arrived, and the students began to write alumni records, filled with a thick book so as not to forget!

If alumni can bring friendship, I will protect it with my life. If friendship can bring classmates, I will water it with friendship. Our memories, may friendship last forever!

The graduation exam is coming, and the exam number is posted on the corner of the table. This is the classroom of Class B, Grade Five, a familiar and unfamiliar classroom, which passes by every day but has never been in. The blackboard is written with the cordial greetings from Class B students of Class 5, and the test number carefully pasted with transparent tape is attached to the upper left corner of the table, which is both grateful and envious-they still have one year, and we don't even have a day.

Although everyone knows this, they are still laughing. Parting is not just sadness.

The afternoon before, we got together and asked each other with a smile, "Will you remember what happened before?" ? Will you remember our class? "

This is an amazing class in the whole grade. How could I forget?

There are mathematical elites, dancers and basketball players here ... but they have never won the first place. They wear headphones all day and run around the school, becoming omnipotent leaders. ...

One day, one thing made them more firmly United as one. Two students who have never served as any class cadres have suffered all the punishment for the class. When they are running endlessly and sweating on the playground. Those of us who have made mistakes can't run with them, let alone shout "Come on" and say "Thanks".

At that time, the boys who love to be cool, the strongest classmates and the most indifferent classmates all shed tears. In the sun, tears and sweat interweave and melt, then tears flow again, and sweat comes again, merging into a big river of youth, surging forward. ...

From then on, everyone United as one, no one bullied their classmates, and no one made any more mistakes.

As we all know, this is called military training, growth and graduation.

Hand in your test paper when the bell rings. Pack your things and get up. Everyone looked back at the examination room, carefully removed the examination number and put it in our youth commemorative book.

No one cried on graduation day, and we believe we can meet again tomorrow.

Looking at the flying leaves outside the window, my thoughts drifted to the good times of primary school. ...

Here, once buried our profound friendship; Here is our laughter.

On the third day, when we set foot on the second floor to start a new stage of study, the letter with a runny nose ("Xin" is a pseudonym, and the following "Juan" and "Huan" are all pseudonyms) suggested that we plant a plane tree seed on campus and let it grow with us. The whole class agreed. In the afternoon, the seeds of buttonwood fell in the cheers of the whole class ... At the moment when the seeds were planted, the seeds of friendship were also planted in our hearts. ...

Time flies, in the fourth grade, we repeat going to school-going home-going home-going to school every day, which is such a boring "schedule". But we will never forget that buttonwood tree. In the "busy", we will still run under the buttonwood to finish our homework after school. Then, a small partner will take out Weiqi to fight hard. At that time, Juan and I always "killed" the darkness, and the "announcer" happily "broadcast" the Go game for everyone. That humorous language always causes bursts of laughter. ...

In the fifth grade, the study task is more arduous, the plane tree is still tall and straight, and the children are still happy. Under the buttonwood, it is full of friendship. The sound of reciting English texts, the sound of frolicking, and the crisp "bang" sound of table tennis landing have merged into a "friendship symphony".

Another school year has passed and we have grown up a lot. Recalling the primary school life in recent years, everyone's face is filled with excitement and happiness. The next semester of grade six is a very heavy semester for us. Because of the separation, the primary school friends will be separated and go to different middle schools. On the day of separation, it will still be the buttonwood tree or the naive child. But in their eyes, happiness can no longer be read, and a few drops of crystal tears hang on their cheeks. ...

Distant primary school time has brought us joy, sadness, joy and bitterness. Without it, it's hard to give up. But junior high school life is coming to me, and I want to devote myself to it. However, I will never forget Han, Juan and Huan who once brought me joy. ...

When I just set foot on the back of winter and finished a journey, when the spring breeze sent me that warm blessing again, I was walking on the path of memory at the moment, remembering the gloomy and sunny afternoon that I had left behind, and casually opened the books in my hand. The lines of clear and elegant words are like a lively child jumping in front of me. I sat down to savor this book called Memories, and I was lost in thought unconsciously. Inadvertently standing in front of the mirror, looking at old photos, compared with now, I am not the lively, lovely and naive child in the eyes of my parents. This may be the passage of time! The passage of time makes you wonder what has changed. I've learned that time is ruthless, and people grow old quietly with the passage of time. This is a reality that no one can change. If the sky is old and people are old, let alone people?

Have you ever been lying on a desk full of books and listened to the melody of time quietly? Have you ever walked barefoot on the beach and looked back at the curved footprints behind you, but they have beautiful streamline? Have you ever sat beside your mother and found her temples covered with silver hair? Have you ever felt the rhythm of every second of time with your heart? You will find that the second hand turns from one second to that second, which is the passage of time! Will these trivial experiences make you think? Will the passage of time arouse your inner waves and agitation? A person sitting alone by the window, the breeze blowing, looking up at the blue sky, savoring the scene of bloom flowers falling in front of the court, looking up at the sky, only to find that this is also a simple sentence. I am lucky to see this beautiful photo. Looking back, I now savor this picture over and over again. At this moment, I realized that the beauty of life is displayed in front of people in a colorful way because of these quiet and non-stop passes. Recalling the past years is also a kind of beauty.

I don't know when I started to fall in love with the past. Dig out old things, like, turn left and right. At first, I thought I might be too calm now, thinking of my previous happiness? But before, my feeling was still: dull. But when I think about it later, there are only two words to explain it: nostalgia. What is nostalgia? I was thinking to myself.

Sometimes looking at any place can be a daze, sitting there and here, and I don't know what I'm thinking. Suddenly my mind is full of past experiences, and sometimes I feel so stupid, so stupid.

I really don't like my nostalgia for the past. There is a simple reason. Although I am happy, I have some indelible scars.

Every time I think of her, damn it, my heart is jammed. I don't know what blocked me, even my throat felt hoarse, and there was a hot non-solid rolling in my eyes. But I won't let it flow, because, because the tears flow more and more, I can't control my emotions, so I can only be hard on myself. Isn't it better for yourself? Ah, contradictory to myself.

I still remember that I knew that the day Ya left was March 16. Who knew she had left half a month ago? I talked to the class teacher on March 8, but I didn't expect it to be true. I really didn't expect to leave so quietly.

Her greatest wish: Say goodbye to me.

My biggest wish: I can tell her that I will try my best and I won't be too embarrassed to see you.

When I am in a bad mood and talk to others, some people say that I might as well go with her and not be so sad here. I just smiled and didn't tell this person that I had to work hard, for her and for me. Hard work is the only thing I can do now.

Turning over the pamphlet she left, I can't help thinking, where is my direction? Left?

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. Although I haven't left my relatives and their hometown for a long time, I can't appreciate this country, this Mid-Autumn Festival, wandering thinkers and emotional relatives who miss me. But I lost my family. Whenever I see the moon coming back as a grandmother, I feel that grandpa loves me.

Grandpa passed away. When I was very young, my memory of him blurred with time. But every traditional festival, I can feel my grandfather's figure from my grandmother's every move. Grandma often tells me: Grandpa is the whole family. The reunion will make good food, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will give us an accordion performance. ...

What I remember best is the story my grandmother told me the last time she accompanied me on the Mid-Autumn Festival: when I was only 3 years old, my grandparents cut moon cakes on the round table. Grandpa took a small fork and a soft and sweet moon cake and said loudly, Come, let our little princess eat one! I may think moon cakes are delicious. I broke grandpa's hand, climbed into the chair, stuffed a piece in my mouth, and then dragged my silly grandpa to eat. My sister is eager to eat her moon cakes, too, grandpa. Grandpa looked happy and picked it up and said, how good are you now? How can I have the happiness of your childhood? He gently scraped my nose, looked at the full moon and said that grandpa was not rich when he was a child, and then his father who ate little always approached the Mid-Autumn Festival. Cigarettes can be saved, and we can just eat a small piece of food.

I don't know the month since I was a child. Calling the whiteboard gives people mixed feelings and a sunny circle. Round moon! You have so many happy memories, so many happy and sad stories, and so many longings for the future. I think grandpa will come into my dream this Mid-Autumn Festival, and we will have a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the past, I had two best and worst friends. At that time, I was already in the sixth grade, and I was leaving. And I'm just a fifth-grade pupil. My meeting and understanding are quite shocking!

My mother found me a cram school because math problems became more and more difficult. As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw several boys in grade six fighting loudly. I am a very shy person. As long as you get acquainted with me, you will feel that I am a very cheerful person. So my friends will say that I am "introverted on the outside and hot on the inside". I lowered my head and walked to my seat. One of the boys kept staring at me. I felt embarrassed, so I glanced at him and did my homework.

Until one day, our teacher accepted another student. I pray: I hope it is a girl. It turned out to be a sixth-grade boy with glasses. Sitting next to me is a boy in my grade. He told me that he knew the man and was his friend. I sighed until the weekend, and the classmate next to me said to me, "Look! That man has been watching Zhao Ben Xiaoxue. " I looked up and just saw this scene: he covered his mouth with a book and kept his eyes fixed on Zhao Benxiao Xue. And Zhao Benxiao Xue has been watching him, because he was thinking about the topic, and he was absorbed in it. When he saw that we were looking at him, he reacted and turned his head. The classmate next to him said, "Look, that's good." As a result, the man turned his head and said 2B. I said, "You are so stupid." Then we'll go back. Come back. In the evening, I have to go first. He has to learn English. I said at the door, "You are stupid. I will call you 2B from now on." He didn't say anything, and the classmate next to him said, "How do you know he is stupid?" I said, I can tell at a glance.

Then we started fooling around until they all graduated and went out to study. As I said, it was my happiest day. Our farce, drama, slogans, nicknames … are all my happiest times. It will remain in my heart forever.

Recalling the topic of composition 9 Although it has come and gone, primary school is about to graduate, and the memory of six years of primary school will be placed in the depths of my mind, that quiet and beautiful place. But why is six years so big? Before I could enjoy the innocence of my childhood, I passed away in a hurry.

I don't want to count the time in primary school, because that number is very small. After graduation, I always feel that I have to lose something, whether it is the innocence of my childhood or many precious friends. No matter what I lost, I think it drew a perfect arc for my six years.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Six years slipped away from me like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea. Six years of primary school time melted into the laughter of childhood.

Walk into school every day and see familiar classmates. They always greet me. So when I fail, they will comfort me and let me know that failure is the mother of success; When I am sad, they will pat me on the shoulder and let me regain my confidence; When it is dark, they will call me and lead me to hope and light. I understand their kindness. When I said thank you, it was too late. Six years have passed, leaving only regrets.

What can I do during the flying days? Just accept it and laugh. Six years is like a light smoke, dispersed by the breeze, evaporated by Chu Yang as a mist. They helped me a lot, but I only did a little for them. I came here naively, and in a blink of an eye, I will leave this place with beautiful memories.

I can't bear to part with my school, my classmates and the innocence of my childhood. If you can give me another six years, I must say thank you to them. Savor this short and beautiful time.

Dr. Bai Gua sent Shu Yang to the ward and closed the door. We surrounded him as soon as he came out. "Doctor, what happened to Shu Yang?" "The patient fainted because of a little stimulation, and some of the lost memories were awakened in the brain. The condition is still unstable, so we need to stay in hospital for observation. If you want patients to remember all the past events, there are two ways: one is to directly remove the tumor, but it is 30% life-threatening. The second is to let it develop freely, but the time to restore memory is uncertain, which may be days, months or years. " I quickly thought in my mind: if the tumor is removed, Shu Yang's life will be in certain danger. This is a big bet. It's good to win, but what if you lose? I dare not think about it any more. "I choose the second one!" I make a sound. Shu Yang's family echoed me. Only Yang is suspected of silence. So we brought Shu Yang. By the swimming pool in the park. I stood by the pool and watched the water from the fountain gush up and then fall gracefully. "In fact, did I do the right thing? Maybe Shu Yang is happy now. He is very happy with Xixin. If they are happy, why should I destroy them and Shu Yang come back to me? If Shu Yang wakes up, being with me is not as happy as before, and I won't hurt Shu Yang ... "I thought to myself. "okay?" Put your hand on my shoulder. I look back, it is all smiles Yang doubt way. I smiled back at her. "In fact, I can make Shu Yang heal." She said so. I paused and didn't understand what she meant. "My family has been a doctor for generations. My uncle is a famous brain doctor. I believe he can make Shu Yang remember. " In this case, it floated out of Yang's confused mouth. "But ..." "When Shu Yang wakes up, let him make a choice. I already know what happened between you and Shu Yang. " "It's just ..." I still have some hesitation. "Stop it!" Yang's voice suddenly became louder, and I was startled. "Let Shu Yang choose for himself." Her tone calmed down again.

Recalling the topic composition 1 1 childhood, like a string of colorful pearls, strings up the ups and downs behind us and records the bits and pieces of our childhood. In the long river of memory, there is one thing that I remember vividly.

It was a cold winter. Standing in the kitchen, I couldn't help shivering. After breakfast, I'm going to play. My mother said to me, "I can't play until I finish writing three papers on the table." "what! Let me do the paper in such a cold day? " I muttered discontentedly. I can't help it Now that the "order" has come down, I can only do it.

I sat at my desk helplessly, turning over three papers prepared by my mother. When will this be ready? Just when I sighed, my eyes suddenly lit up. What is this? I took it out and looked at it carefully. Wow! That's the answer! I am ecstatic. I immediately had an idea-copying the answer. Won't it be over soon But just as I was about to copy, I felt something was wrong: how could my mother leave the answer at home? Did she forget it? Who cares? Let's finish it first. No way! What if mom finds out? ..... I kept struggling with my thoughts, and finally decided to use my real skills to finish my thesis. So, I picked up the answer and began to do the problem seriously ...

My mother came back and asked me as soon as she entered the door, "Have you finished writing the paper?" "Just finished." I rubbed my hands and answered. "Let me see!" Mother took the paper and read it carefully. "I didn't copy the answer!" I was afraid that my mother had wronged me, so I couldn't wait to say it. "I know you didn't copy the questions as soon as you saw them." My mother put my hand in her palm, and I suddenly felt extremely warm. "Well, you are an honest boy, so you can play."

"Oh" turned out to be my mother's answer to test me on purpose. Fortunately, I didn't copy it, otherwise ...

Through this incident, I understand a truth: no matter what you do, you must rely on your own real skills, and such a harvest is the sweetest.

Recalling the topic composition 12 In my memory, I have a good memory. It was given to me by a cat.

It was last spring, and I brought back a cat named Mimi from my grandmother's house. Mimi is a young lady, with a black and white down jacket neatly draped over her body and a bell hanging around her neck. When she is bored, she will play two songs. Therefore, it became my favorite.

Mimi was only three months old when she came. Eat only good canned cat food and pure stewed fish soup every day. This makes dad very angry. He hates the femininity of Mimi, saying that Mimi can only eat, sleep after eating, eat after sleeping, eat better than us, sleep more comfortably than us, and won't do anything. For these reasons, Mimi is often dumped by her father. I'm better when I'm here, but once I'm not at home, it's unfortunate.

Gradually, Mimi grew up, almost one year old. At this time, it has formed the habit of sitting at the door during the day and sleeping in my bed at night.

In this way, dad became better and stopped playing with Mimi.

One morning, I went out to buy canned cat food. When I went home, I looked at the cat food can after I was busy with other things. I found a hole in the box and a bottle was missing, which was very confusing. I didn't know Mimi had been following me on the road until I saw Mimi's beard. I couldn't help stealing a can when I came back. When she suddenly realized it, Mimi smiled badly, as if to say, hum, master, I'm sorry! I smiled at it and thought, you greedy cat!

Happy time can't stay forever. One day, it left me.

Once, I went out to my grandmother's house, and when I came back, I saw no Mimi at the door. I was in such a hurry. I put down my clothes and searched around crazily. A whole hour has passed, and there is still no sign of Mimi. My ears are in tears. When my mother saw this, she came to stop it and lied to me that Mimi was just going out to play.

If only what my mother said was true. Unfortunately, it never came back. ...

Now, all this is just a memory, a permanent memory.

Recalling the topic composition 13 at night, it was quiet and everything was quiet. A cool breeze passed through the window and brushed my face. My heart seems to have sprouted a little chill, and I can't sleep in bed. Maybe it's because I miss him. He doesn't know what the weather is like in the distance. If it weren't for the letter, if it weren't for the guilt in my heart, would I still remember someone who has been gone for a long time?

Turning over the dusty memory, the scene of his departure that day is still vivid. On that day, knowing that he was leaving, we didn't say a word, only a knowing smile appeared on our faces. At this time, it is difficult to express our inner sadness in words. I really want to cry, but I dare not, because I remember he once said to me happily, "You look good when you smile." I like watching you laugh. Your smile contains the trust and care I need most. " Six years, we grew up together, in the same class. This feeling is really inseparable ... He waved to me and then left me in a hurry. ...

The messenger was a little sad. When I got home, I learned that he had left me a letter and a mysterious gift. The letter said: I'm leaving. I'm going to a far, far place. Don't miss me too much, don't cry, remember that you look best when you smile. Remember our agreement? See you under that little tree in three years. Besides, you will like that gift, won't you? That is my most precious diary, which records the wonderful time we spent. ...

I couldn't help it any longer. Tears naturally fell, but my heart was deeply moved by this pure friendship. I hate myself very much. The thing is this: the day before he left, he had a very speculative chat with a girl in the class and left me cold. I was so angry. If I hadn't misunderstood him and been so headstrong, I wouldn't have said anything about parting, but he still thought of me everywhere. The only thing I can do is pray to see him soon.

Night, so deep. It was so quiet again. I picked up the yellow letter and I was moved by countless things. My dear friend, do you know that someone has been waiting for you in the distance, looking forward to the day when I meet you. Looking at the stars, hoping to give him happiness. ...

In the evening, I recalled the topic composition 14, and when I was lying in bed, one thing came to my mind, which I will never forget and will never forget. You want to know what it is? Then please listen to me and come together for everyone.

I go home from school in the afternoon. I can't wait to put down my schoolbag, turn on my computer and get ready to play games. At this moment, there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" So annoying? "I opened the door and it turned out to be a water meter check. Well, I thought I was back. After the uncle who checked the water meter left, I closed the door and sat down to play computer. Just as I was having fun, the doorbell rang again. I turned off the computer in a hurry, thinking it was back, and opened the door. So Xiaohua came to play with me. I saidno. Don't come to me. I'm busy. After Xiaohua left, I said "I hate it" and locked the door to see how you bother me. Before I went back to the computer, I turned it on and played happily. The doorbell rang again. It must not be mom. I shouted, "I hate it. who is it? I'm playing computer! "It rang again. I opened the door angrily. It turned out to be my mother. What should I do? I quickly turned off the computer. My mother walked into the room angrily, looked at me with stern eyes and said, "Why are you playing computer again?" "Didn't you say you didn't play? How can you do this? " My mother cried, so I quickly said to my mother, "I'm sorry, mom, I was wrong. It won't happen again." My mother hugged me and said, "isn't this all for your own good?" You got it? It's time for you to study. I hope you won't do this next time, ok? " I nodded and hugged my mother tightly.

Just then, I saw my mother crying. From then on, I stopped playing computer without my mother's consent. The first thing I want to do when I get home is to do my homework. Now every time I think about it, it really reminds me.

Recalling the topic composition 15 Everyone may have their own beautiful memories of development! Of course, I am no exception! It was an early summer evening, and I was working alone on such a quiet path, walking aimlessly! Suddenly, one is that the little boy can get my attention! He looks black, like a piece of charcoal! Look at him looking around, curiosity drives me to look!

"What are you looking for, brother? Brother, help you! " My key disappeared in the blink of an eye. My parents are leaving work. I have to go back to cooking! "He said, and two drops of tears as big as beans fell down! Suddenly, I suddenly thought of something and ran back! That's it! I came to him panting! "Yes, thank you. My name is Tiger. Come to my house! "He dragged me to his house before I recovered!" Aren't you afraid I'll go bad? "I asked jokingly!" "No, eldest brother, that's very kind of you. How can you be a bad person? " I feel ashamed to see his positive expression. "I kicked your key into the river!" I stammered!

"My dad said that you can only make mistakes, and the baby is also a good thing!" ..... In this way, we will know!

In this way, we became friends! In the future, we can often play together! However, I didn't last long. After a month with himself, he said that he would move to his hometown again! In this way, we have never met in China!

I remember when he left, he said, "Brother, we will meet again, right?" "Of course! Although we have never met again, our friendship is not over yet. This month with him, I learned a lot! That's the best memory of my life! So far, I still remember!