Composition: Talk about happy past events, more than 600 words

fOh, the fragments of memory are scattered everywhere, slightly dim because they have been forgotten for a long time. I picked them up again and strung them into a song of my own.

Sometimes I envy my father because he can relive scenes of interesting events from his childhood in his mind.

Some fragmentary pictures sometimes flash through my mind. But I don’t know, if I were to paint a painting, what would be the dominant color. The deepest impression left on me in my childhood was the balcony at home. Such a wide balcony, you can touch the freshest green when you stand there and reach out. When the sun is shining brightly, I look up at the sun, as if the sun is touching my face. I sang, danced, painted and played ball. The pure, unreasonable joy was so intense that it seemed like a dream today.

Junior high school is no longer childhood, because we start to fight for our grades, dreams and future. I love my class. We enjoy the joy of growing up together, learn together, and share each other’s dreams.

I am already in sixth grade this year, and the beautiful memories of my childhood have been slightly dimmed because they have been forgotten for too long. When I string them together again, I sing them softly, like a beautiful song.

When I was a child, what I will never forget is the time my father and I played badminton during the summer vacation. As soon as the sky dawned, my father led me from the basics of serving and holding the racket, and later taught me the skills. When we started to officially score points, my dad would always deliberately hit the ball crooked and make me run left and right. When it was my turn to serve, I deliberately hit the ball crookedly, but gently caught the ball and smiled at me. When I got angry, I chased my dad all over the courtyard... Our laughter came from the courtyard.

That was seven years ago.

I also composed many moving songs when I was in primary school. For six years, during that flowering season, all kinds of novel things were dazzling. We had classes, played, and activities together... until the end of school. We still have sweet smiles on our faces.

That was also in the second or third grade.

When I celebrated the birthday of my first classmate, I held that exquisite gift in my hand. I looked at it carefully, it was the proof of our pure friendship. When the candlelight slowly lit up, I felt that there was a light in my heart, slowly rising up. It was the ever-lasting light of our friendship.

When we started to strive for our grades and our ideals, we were already in the fifth grade. Although the study was very intense, I still had time to talk wildly with a group of friends about life and ambitions. , chatting about life, games, and learning experiences... We shared our happiness together. At that time, we all had a song of our own in our hearts.

I sang softly, the song of my childhood, the song that will never come, the carefree song... I think, one day, I will still think back to today. The song... in the hazy state, gives you a bit of sadness, a bit of melancholy, a bit of bitterness, a bit of sourness and sweetness.

Whether it is white clouds, green trees, blue sea, or red sails, they all blend into a gentle and blurred spring night.

Whether it is on the shore of the lake, beside the river, or on the top of the mountain, I sing a song of your affectionate memory.

Perhaps it was a successful laugh, but there was childish frivolity in the laughter.

Perhaps, it is a cup of bitter wine of failure, but the bitter taste is brewed with mature emotions.

Perhaps, it was a dazzling wave that once burst out the splendor of your life.

Perhaps it was a humorous episode that once gave you a moment of joy.

You don’t have to go to the woods to find your lost first kiss. If he (she) has his own destiny, you also wish him (him) silently.

You don’t have to go to that house to avenge your old grudges. If he is secretly repenting, you can secretly share it with him.

You don’t necessarily want to be rewarded for what you have given. Maybe you could have received a little more.

What you have given may not necessarily mean you are afraid of judgment, but the scars in your soul may be deeper.

Looking back at the past, you must not be resentful, regretful, or melancholy. Life is originally a lonely cloud, thrown away by the monsoons of the four seasons, and even the burning morning glow will disperse in a moment. But it's just the steaming water vapor from the clouds that sprinkles a few strands of rain on the earth. Why shouldn't we leave our regrets to yesterday and to death?

The past is like smoke, the past is like smoke...

But the past, after all, should belong to dusk. The golden-red sunset is certainly intoxicating, but in the morning star When you have just melted into the sky, you climb to the top of the Iron Mountain and look at the red sun that is about to burst out. You will feel how beautiful tomorrow will be! "Growth"

The years of growth are like running water, coming and going in a hurry. Before you know it, it’s that time of change again in the year. Around every child like you, there are happiness and troubles that irrigate their growth.

Happiness and troubles are always two inseparable souls, they illuminate each other. Almost all people don't want troubles to stay around. They just want to be happy, thinking that without troubles, happiness will always be with them.

Some people feel that there is no happiness in the world, that fate is always playing tricks on them, and that the worries in their minds prevent them from imagining what happiness looks like. But I don’t think so. The Creator created the two poles of things: light and darkness, black and white, justice and evil... Only when happiness and troubles are present can we have a regretless growth experience.

Have you missed the joy of growing up?

A year passed in a hurry, and when the clock struck zero, I grew up again. Counting the happy things in the past year, I really couldn’t remember them at first. Think about it more carefully? Got it! It’s so fun to participate in the school’s military training! The school organized an autumn outing and we had so much fun! We also went to see a concert, it was so exciting! Also, every time I do my homework, I always do it twice as fast as other students. Others have not finished yet and are already reading extracurricular books! There are also times when you win prizes in competitions; when you make new friends; when you receive gifts on holidays... Think about it seriously, in just one year, so many shining stars have been added to your growth record. This is not the literary knowledge that can be learned by "studying hard in the sea", nor is it the problem-solving ideas that can be understood in Olympic mathematics. This is happiness as sweet as candy. There is also the stubbornness that refuses to admit defeat, and the naughty rebelliousness. As they grow up, they chase the pace of growth vigorously and hold on to the bright years.

I chuckled when I thought of this. It turns out that the joy of growing up has not slipped away, it has all been captured. It’s as satisfying as getting candy and can’t wait to get to the next destination.

Are the growing pains joyful or sad?

Everything has its shortcomings, and it is these flaws that create real perfection, and it is the troubles that make the originally colorful growth path more gorgeous. Growth means saying goodbye to the past, saying goodbye to everything that is nostalgic and reluctant to let go. The memories of childhood are endless, and everything makes us happy and moved. Dolls, ice cream, carousels, these beautiful things will be left behind as they grow up. Suddenly I woke up from my dream, crying for my mother. My mother said, when you grow up, you have to be independent and can no longer rely on others. When I grew up with my friends, I found that they understood me less and less and often said bad things. The teachers were not as caring as before, but they did not understand me more and more... I experienced many fearful and annoying things. , I don’t understand why so many people are against me. My troubles are countless and unclear, but it is this trouble that teaches me the knowledge that happiness cannot give: strength, understanding, tolerance... It is like a cup of tea, bitter when you first taste it, but endless aftertaste.

The pace of growth continues, it cannot turn back, and there is no need to turn back. Only by understanding that you cannot grow up a second time can you grow up well and live up to the past few years. Whether it is happiness or troubles, they all irrigate your growth and are the nutrients you need. Beautiful Past

The wind blows and the fallen leaves are flying. You are that one and I am this one. Time has no trace, but it has carved mottled veins in the heart, and each vein records a piece of the past. Pick up a fallen leaf casually, and through its mottled spots, all the past will emerge...

Remember, that incident happened one night in the summer.

On the Internet that day, the air was very hot and muggy, with only a hint of breeze blowing occasionally. I made an appointment with my two sisters and my cousin to play hide and seek at home. At that time, for some reason, the electricity would always go out for several hours every night. However, we are not troubled by this, but are happy! Because darkness has become our paradise, allowing us to travel back and forth and hide ourselves.

After a game of rock, scissors, and paper, we decided the winner or loser. First of all, it was my sister who caught me first. In this dark room, it is almost impossible to catch someone, especially in a room with many piles of objects. We moved cleverly and quickly through the darkness. Unexpectedly, my sister bumped into me while walking and caught me on the spot.

Then it was my turn and I walked around in the dark. While walking, I suddenly tripped over a soft thing. I turned around and touched it, "Huh? Why is there something here?" I said strangely. So I secretly lit a small candle and took a look, ha! It turned out to be my cousin. At this time, like a hungry tiger that hadn't eaten for three or four days, I immediately pounced on him and caught my cousin on the spot.

Hey! It's my cousin's turn! Now there is something good to watch, he is usually the clumsiest! I immediately climbed up on the table and watched my cousin's every move. After a while, there was a "bang" sound, and the cousin tripped over a pile of debris and fell onto his back. After a while, the cousin hit the wall and his nose was bruised. But he still insisted on catching it. It was really terrible! Later, my cousin didn’t catch any of them. He was so stupid, haha! ...

Time flies by, and now I know that everything in the world is beautiful. It does not require any historical records, the only thing is to be unforgettable.

Whenever I open the book of memory, some shining shooting stars will flash across my eyes, reminding me of memories of the past.

When I was two years old, my father bought me a cute little rabbit. It was very cute and kept jumping in the cage, as if it was coming out to find carrots to eat. I quickly gave it a radish, and the little rabbit ate it with relish.

After a few days, the little rabbit suddenly became unwilling to eat. I was very anxious and asked my father. Dad said: "It misses home. How about we let it go back to nature." I was a little reluctant, but when I thought that the little rabbit would miss its mother, I agreed.

In this way, we took the little rabbit to the wild and let it return to nature. The little rabbit always looks back at us, as if he is reluctant to say goodbye to us. We watched it disappear into the grass before heading home.

After a few days, it actually came back. We used the same method to send it back. This time the little rabbit didn't come back, I thought: "It has found a companion."

What a wonderful memory this is, I will treasure it forever. A beautiful past event is stored in my little photo album, a photo that makes people laugh. There was a little girl of five or six years old standing on a majestic stone lion, crying loudly, her tears falling straight down! This child is me when I was young. At that time, my father was working in a military unit in Beijing. One day, my parents took me to play in Xijiao Park. An uncle who was traveling with me was my father’s colleague. He was a photography enthusiast and often took pictures of people. This time when he went to the park, he had a small and exquisite camera hanging around his neck. When we arrived at the park, we walked around and took pictures. We were so happy. Later, we came to a lion. I looked up and saw, oh, what a powerful lion! It has sharp claws, wide eyes, a huge body, thick limbs, and a huge mouth. It's really scary! I couldn't help but hide behind my mother, timidly glancing at the lion from time to time. My mother didn't notice my expression and said with a smile: "Take a picture here!" She wanted to hold me on the lion, and I screamed: "No, no!" I struggled to break away from my mother's hand. "What's wrong?" Mom was stunned. "Lions are made of stone and don't bite." Dad probably saw what I was thinking. He walked under the lion, patted the stone lion's back, and said to me, "Look, the lion didn't open its mouth to eat me!" I still refused. go. My mother seemed to deliberately oppose me and forcefully carried me to the stone lion. I was so scared that all the hairs on my body stood up. When my parents saw this, they both laughed. The uncle was also laughing so hard. I got angry and burst into tears. Unexpectedly, they were not anxious at all, but instead laughed even more. I was so angry that my chest was heaving, my face was hot, I opened my feet and was about to jump down. The uncle blinked his eyes and suddenly pressed the shutter with a "click" at me, and my ridiculous appearance was captured in the lens. Now, every time I see this photo, I can't help but smile.

Ah, how interesting!