Il resto dell'anno

Everyone must have been exposed to writing in our daily study, work or life. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is an indelible memory composition I collected for you. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

I don't know, how many times have I written to you? Why can't I forget the days when we were together? My promise to you has not been fulfilled. How could you have the heart to leave? Would you rather let me watch the seeds we planted together bloom in the sea alone? But I understand that it is the reality of helplessness, you have to leave, but this sadness comes too early to hug you. You have turned to another city, a city I can't reach. Once you were the person I cherish all my life, but you no longer let me wander around this city alone. Suddenly I feel that this city is so empty, and this memory is so fierce, because we are sisters, because I always remember it.

Remember to take care of yourself and call me. Although I have said it a hundred times and will repeat it to you again and again, you will burst into tears every time you say it. I don't want to hear you cry. I hope you will be happier there than I am. You will be there, accepting, changing and appreciating. The scenery there will be more beautiful than here, and you will meet different people.

Before long, I will leave, go to a place with no memories, miss you quietly and miss the past. At that time, I believe I will understand your helplessness and reluctance to leave, but I will also say goodbye with a smile, just like you, turn around and leave without looking back. Just like you said, I decided right away and don't look back. In fact, tears have already flowed into the river. Don't blame me for not asking you to say goodbye. I only gave you a diary with different words written on it. I believe that after reading it, you will understand how much I cherish you and our friendship. If only I had a piece of memory plasticine, I would erase the bits and pieces between us, stop thinking about you, stop waiting for your phone call, wait until the early morning, stop writing your long messages ... I will live a good life and try to find out later-all the bits and pieces in this world are you.

I admit, I am selfish. I just want you to be with me, but I can only give up on many things. I don't want to say that I lost, because some people say that memories are the happiest, then we are happy and have memorable memories, even unhappy ones.

If one day, I lose my memory, the only thing I remember about you is your name. I remember a girl who protected me, cherished me, called me an idiot and told me to put on more clothes when the weather turned cold. I hope I can be happier than anyone ... when you come back, I will update my memory. ...

Looking at the sky, the rain is so salty. Are there any tears in it? The wind blows the leaves away. Who knows who I am? Thank you for spending the days with me. I will lock this memory in my heart. Some words, it doesn't matter whether you say them or not. There are some things I want to forget. From now on, we will never meet again. After many years, I don't know if we can meet again. Some people say, "Waiting for rain is my life's fate …" Just like waiting for you, it is my life's fate and an indelible memory. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Sunshine wiped away my tears of missing you ... I know these decisions are yours, and I can't stop the change of fate. Are we friends? I still remember that time when we studied and went to school together. The fuzzy face seems a bit strange. . . Time is the best witness to change my life. I don't know if it's me or the gossip in the class that our distance is getting longer and longer. . You may not be with me when I need you most. When I need comfort, your voice only appears on the phone. I really don't know what you think. Don't you flinch at the slightest difficulty? You didn't do this. Still in the same place, in the same season, but it has changed a lot. . . Perhaps, we once pursued happiness together and witnessed the return of happiness together. . . . I walked alone in order to forget. Because, chose to forget. Pretend nothing happened. All right. Perhaps, it is not only the heart that is deeply stung, but also the fragile soul. The road stretches under your feet, and I don't know where the end is, so I can only go on alone. Wait a minute. . . I want to cry, but I can only hide it with laughter. . . It's gray. Will you forget who I am? What comfort can you give me? My world was destroyed.

Falling petals are weak and sad. Even though I have left the branches, I still want to leave my fragrance and figure in this world. The purpose is to remember. . . . Sitting on the balcony, looking at the sky, tears suddenly flowed down. It turns out that I have been deceiving myself. Did tears betray me? Still, I haven't forgotten you.

Unforgettable Memories Composition 3 Everyone's mind is more or less recorded with unforgettable things. Unforgettable things happening around me are increasing every day, such as the recent Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan, which is one of my most unforgettable things at present.

These days, looking at the photos of you disappearing from the computer, we shed many heartbreaking tears; These days, I watched many compatriots leave us, but there was nothing I could do. These days, too much love has touched the hearts of our compatriots and distorted the hearts of our 654.38 billion people. These days, we pray for our families.

In many photos, the children are the most unforgettable. Because children are the flowers of the motherland and the masters of the future, their childish faces are now buried in the collapsed school buildings. We used to be children, all knew how to play, and all had innocent smiles. These all belonged to their time, but they all disappeared in an instant, becoming unforgettable memories and the most painful memories of those who loved them.

On May 18, the State Council declared May 19 to 2 1 for the first time as a national mourning day, expressing the deep condolences of the people of all ethnic groups in China for the victims of the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan. This natural disaster will always be a painful and unforgettable event for the people of China, and it will also have an important impact on future generations. On this day, its meaning did not even tilt to the dead. On this day, each of us will mourn the ordinary deceased and measure the weight of ordinary citizens in a country's political balance: on this day, we will clearly write people-oriented on the historical calendar.

20xx05 12 1428, which is not an ordinary Arabic numeral 12, but their birthdays are the same. All China will remember it, and I will never forget it. The silence lasted only three minutes, and the mourning day lasted only three days. But these three minutes, these three days, will affect our lives.

This natural disaster tells us that unity is strength. If one party is in trouble, all parties will support it. Let us know how to cherish and respect life. Let us know how to love this country and be kind to our compatriots in our daily work and life in the face of disasters.

In these short seven days, our mood is very heavy. What can we do except express our tears and sadness with limited donations and blood flowing into the blood bank? Duan Mingxin's photos are engraved in my words to express my feelings and recorded, which becomes an unforgettable past and an indelible memory.

Unforgettable Memories Composition 4 Recalling the dribs and drabs of military training, I have a special taste in my heart. Just five days has become a memory that I can never erase.

I can't forget our heroic posture on the training ground, rows of straight figures, like neat little green flowers. When you stand at attention, hold your head high and stand still. Standing like a nail; Like a pole; Like a straight bamboo ... standing for a long time, our back aches and even numbs. When squatting, you must stand up straight, look up, look ahead with your eyes and put your hands on your legs. Never be lazy and shake from side to side. Moved with respect, and died miserably. Squatting for a long time makes my feet tired and my legs weak. My feet were still shaking when I got up. It's not easy when you sit down. Put your hands on your legs and hold your head high. You can't look around and sway from side to side. If you don't look up, it's a bad omen of death. Let us experience the strictness of discipline and the elegance of soldiers.

I can't forget our "eight-kilometer training" along the mountain road, one after another. The mountain road is tortuous and there are countless obstacles. Although the road is difficult, the excitement is yet to come. The sun shines on the earth, the scenery is beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the mountains are like peaks; Like a long snake; Like a door ... the lake is clear and transparent, and you can see the sand and fish at the bottom of the lake. There are our first, second and third rows of songs, teacher Liang's beautiful dance, and the "Iron Plow" by the head teacher Chaoge greeted the audience like a thunderstorm; Like flash floods, applause and cheers resounded through the sky ... how can such wonderful songs and performances not throw fatigue out of the clouds?

I can't forget that we were hoeing in the hot sun. We were in groups of three, each with a shovel and shoveling hard. Two people with hoes, hoe the ground hard, but they are too tired to know the heat. Their backs were burned by the sun, and the sweat as big as beans flowed down and sweated like rain. We put all the soil in the middle, and a rectangular piece of land was completed with the cooperation of the three of us, Qi Xin. Let's continue to work hard ... in a short morning, let us know who eats Chinese food, and every grain is hard. We should cherish food and don't waste every bit.

Every bit of military training is deeply imprinted in my mind. I can't forget the strict discipline in the military camp, the wonderful training, the hardship of hoeing the fields, the difficulty of folding tofu quilts, and the instructor Zhen, who is hoarse because of us ... Turning around, the school bus has slowly driven us to Pengquan Middle School, and everything in the military camp has become a memory that I can never erase.

Time flies, flowers bloom and fall. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I will leave my alma mater in a short month. 15330 more classes, 12 more semesters, 2 190 more days and 3 10 more weeks. It turns out that our six years together are so short. Looking back on the past, happy primary school piles are vivid in my mind, like colorful pearls, which are always treasured in my heart, as if touched, and time seems to freeze at that moment.

I can't forget that magnificent campus! You are like a kind mother, feeding our young hearts with sweet milk, let us work hard and grow sturdily. Here, we are strictly educated; Here, we know that unity will become an infinite force. In your warm embrace, we have gained the nectar of knowledge and the power of wisdom. The grass, trees, bricks and tiles of my alma mater are so familiar and cordial. Where are our footprints on the stairs, on the playground and in the classroom? Our alma mater turned us from a babbling child into a knowledgeable teenager.

I can't forget that strict teacher. I thank you, you are like a golden key, leading us into the treasure house of knowledge; Teacher, I thank you, you are like a snowflake, spreading sacred and pure knowledge in our hearts and teaching us the truth of being a man; Teacher, I thank you, you are like a bright street lamp, shining in our direction; Teacher, I thank you. You are like a boatman, pulling us through rapids and dangerous beaches and taking us through the wind and waves. Teacher, I thank you. You warm people's hearts like fire, and your gentle words fill my heart like drizzle, nourishing my soul.

I can't forget that dear classmate, and I can't forget the days when we lived together, talked and laughed together, were crazy together and had fun together; Our friendship is drifting away, and that profound friendship will always be my best memory. I seem to see that at that time, we were so carefree and playing on the playground. The best six years of my life were spent with you, which will be my most precious memory in the future. Even if I just pass by in a hurry, I will still appreciate all the youthful memories you brought me. That kind of smile, that kind of tears, will never be owned again.

Maybe I feel that I just stepped into the school gate yesterday and became a freshman, but the reality is so cruel and time is so short. Maybe I will leave tomorrow with deep nostalgia, but I won't forget that you trained me and gave me a lot.

Unforgettable Memories Composition 6 There is a faint sound of wind chimes in the drizzle outside the window. From time to time, there will always be happy and sad memories in my heart.

Every day when Ding Lingling comes home from school, she hears a messy bell. As soon as I open the door, there will be a golden "meat ball"-my baby came at me.

When I first brought it from my aunt's house, it was still young, hiding in a corner of the living room and looking at me in horror with those black pearl eyes. I slowly picked him up and stroked him gently with my hand. Gradually, it is not afraid of me, but also boldly put its arms around my legs. Because of my doting, he became more and more "presumptuous" and even began to tidy up slippers, carpets, pillows and even mother's apron at home. At this time, my mother looked at it angrily and was about to start cursing. It "swished" and found a corner to hide. Because I couldn't find it, I bought a string of big bells and tied them around my neck. Although this big clock doesn't seem to be in harmony with the small one, it seems to like this string of big clocks and jump around happily.

The lovely meatballs are very naughty. My mother made my favorite dessert, and I poured myself a glass of juice, ready to eat after reading the book. The "little meat ball" lying in my arms smells the fragrance, where can it still sit still? Jumped out of my arms with a bang. While my mother and I were not looking, we climbed onto the table and drank it. When we found it, it had eaten half of the dessert and was drinking juice with relish. Finding the action exposed, it hid at lightning speed. I can clearly feel it gloating at me in the dark.

Two years have passed in a blink of an eye. I clearly remember that it was the second day of New Year's Day. I took him out to play, and he seemed to feel the joy of the festival, running around and excited. Looking at the endless stream of cars, I panicked. But in the next second, the ringing bell came to an abrupt end. ...

So far, this string of bells still has a familiar taste. This happy and sad past will become an indelible memory.

Erasable Memories Composition 7 "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are thrown into their arms like treasures …" This song often rings in my ears, letting me know that maternal love is pure, selfless and great. My mother not only brought me to this beautiful world, but also taught me how to be a man. All these make me grateful, and there is another thing that makes me deeply understand what true maternal love is.

I remember that day, there was no cloud in Wan Li, but the weather forecast said it would rain heavily. When I went to school in the morning, my mother saw that I didn't bring an umbrella, so she reminded me, "Daughter, don't forget to bring an umbrella. It will rain heavily today, so don't get wet. " I said casually, "Mom, look how nice the weather is. How can it rain heavily? " ? I don't think it even rains in Mao Mao. The weather forecast should be wrong, and it will definitely not rain. "Before my mother told me about me, I went to school and never looked back.

After school, I found the sky was dark and some raindrops fell from the sky vaguely. I realized that my mother was right, so I ran home as soon as possible. But it began to rain cats and dogs without running a few steps, so we had to take shelter in the canteen next to the school.

Looking at the downpour, I really regret not taking an umbrella as my mother told me. Just then, suddenly a familiar figure caught my eye. Take a closer look, ah! It turned out to be my mother. My mother is holding an umbrella. When she saw me hiding from the rain, she ran away. Anxiously asked: "Daughter, are you wet?" All right! "I looked at my mother and was no longer afraid." Nothing, mom. "My mother was afraid that I would get wet, so she kept giving me her umbrella, and the result was still drenched. When I got home, my mother sneezed and caught a cold, but she still said to me, "Mom is fine, but my clothes are wet." Then I ran over, hugged my mother tightly and said to her, "thank you, mom!" "You have always cared about me and loved me, and your love for me is so deep." I was suddenly moved, and for the first time I really realized my mother's dedication to me and her ordinary and great maternal love.

I remember this matter deeply and will never erase it. Looking back on my mother's love, every smile of my mother is her encouragement from childhood, and every delicious breakfast is her careful effort ... Mom, I love you! I know that the greatest and most selfless love in the world is maternal love. Inspired by love, we grow up healthily.

Unforgettable Memories Composition 8 Childhood memories are like seashells by the sea, which are numerous, including red, yellow and blue ... Today, I will pick up a blue shell at will to express this wonderful memory to you. ...

I remember when I was five years old. At that time, my family lived in hua she, and there was a little boy next door.

He is only one year older than me, so we often play together. He is a dark-skinned boy with great courage. Sometimes he goes to the fields to catch tadpoles. Every time he always takes a small bucket and puts the trophy in it. So I go to the field with him every day to catch tadpoles. Every time I just watch him catch tadpoles, he goes around the field looking for a "target". After that, he approached them quickly and quietly, arched his hand, squatted quietly, and then pressed his hand at lightning speed. Those "big heads" were covered with palms before they could react. I watched him catch it every day, and he asked me to catch it. Anyway, I just didn't dare to catch it. No matter how easy he said, maybe I was afraid of being bitten by tadpoles, but I still didn't dare to catch them.

That little boy sometimes gives me some when he comes home with a full load, so I put them in a small red bucket and clean water. Looking at those tadpoles swimming happily in the water, my heart is also very happy!

For the next few days, I watched him catch tadpoles every day. At that time, I seemed to be satisfied just by looking.

Finally one day, I caught some tadpoles. He didn't give it to me, I caught it myself! This is the first time in my life to catch tadpoles myself, really, really! I got it with my own hands, not for nothing from him. I'll tell you the ins and outs of catching tadpoles!

This afternoon, the sun was like fire, and the scorching sun was roasting on the earth. In spite of the bad weather, we set off and arrived at our destination. As usual, I watched the neighbor's little boy catch it. Then he cried, "Hey, there are many tadpoles here. Come and see them! " ! "I heard, hurry to see. He squatted there with me to watch. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pressed it down, just covering some tadpoles. He grabbed my hand and put it in a small bucket. From this time on, I dare to catch, so today I caught more than a dozen tadpoles.

Although I put this shell down, it is still shining on the beach. My heart is still in childhood, with a blue sea in front of me and ripples in my heart. ...

Unforgettable Memories Composition 9 When the green vines climb the bare supports and the broad leaves of the big vines bloom again, I know that summer has arrived. Look at the grapes and sneak out the purple charming body. I looked at this beautiful world with a smile, and I couldn't help thinking of the summer of that year, the pictures fixed in my memory, and the peace in my heart gradually faded from childhood to adulthood. ...

It's still a cool day, and it's still a starry night. Under the grape tree, a girl leans in the old man's arms, sometimes sad, sometimes laughing, and the old man tells the story of that hard time and the lost time with great interest. This story is not just a story, but a real history, telling the history of the old man for most of his life. The old man shook the cattail leaf fan regularly, and the moon passed through the clouds like Bai Lianhua. The evening breeze blows the grape leaves, and Ye Er shakes it, as if afraid that the grapes will get hot. Just like fear of losing them, I cling to them tightly. Strings of glittering and translucent fruits hung heavily on the green vines, pushing each other, as if in a hurry, very lively.

Listening to the story, the girl suddenly stood on tiptoe to pick grapes from the tree. The old man smiled and said, "Ye Er, the grapes are sour, sour, and the teeth are sour!" The girl is still unwilling to pick grapes. The old man bent down and picked a few himself. After washing with clear water, he poured the water in the ladle on the grape roots and handed the grapes with blue and purple light to the girl. "How sour!" The girl giggled and made faces while spitting, and the old man smiled happily.

"The day and night are as cool as water, lying and watching the cowherd and the weaver star." The girl looked at the Milky Way in the sky, counted the stars on the horizon, listened to the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and fell asleep in the old man's arms. The old man also said, "Finally, the Weaver Girl came to the nearest place to the earth, so that she could be closer to the Cowherd ..." The girl felt a little cold and couldn't help leaning in the old man's arms. Under the grape trellis, the old man held the girl and looked at the horizon deeply, as if waiting for something ...

This summer, I sat under the grape trellis again, and the grape leaves in my ears danced with the wind, but the old man has passed away with the wind, and only the memory will last forever and grow with me. I gently picked a grape, put it in my mouth, looked at the distant sky and said, "sour grapes, sour teeth ..."

Unforgettable Memories Composition 10 When the green vines climb the bare supports and the broad leaves of the big vines bloom again, I know that summer has arrived. Looking at the grapes, quietly leaned out of the purple charming body. I looked at this beautiful world with a smile, and I couldn't help thinking of the summer that year, the picture that was fixed in my memory, and the peace in my heart gradually faded from childhood ... It was still a breezy day, and it was still a starry night. Under the grape tree, a girl leans against the old man's arms, sometimes sad, sometimes laughing, and the old man tells the story of that hard time and the lost time with great interest. This story is not just a story, but a real history, telling the history of the old man for most of his life. The old man shook the cattail leaf fan regularly, and the moon passed through the clouds like Bai Lianhua. The evening breeze blows the grape leaves, and Ye Er shakes it, as if afraid that the grapes will get hot. Just like fear of losing them, I cling to them tightly. Strings of glittering and translucent fruits hung heavily on the green vines, pushing each other, as if in a hurry, very lively. Listening to the story, the girl suddenly stood on tiptoe to pick grapes from the tree. The old man smiled and said, "Ye Er, the grapes are sour, sour, and the teeth are sour!"

The girl is still unwilling to pick grapes. The old man bent down and picked a few himself. After washing with clear water, he poured the water in the ladle on the grape roots and handed the grapes with blue and purple light to the girl. "How sour!"

The girl giggled and made faces while spitting, and the old man smiled happily. "The day and night are as cool as water, lying and watching the cowherd and the weaver girl."

The girl looked at the Milky Way in the sky, counted the stars on the horizon, listened to the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and fell asleep in the old man's arms. The old man also said, "Finally, the Weaver Girl came to the nearest place to the earth, so that she could be closer to the Cowherd ..."

The girl didn't feel cold at all, so she couldn't help leaning against the old man's arms. Under the grape trellis, the old man held the girl and looked at the horizon deeply, as if waiting for something ... This summer, I sat under the grape trellis again, and the grape leaves in my ears danced with the wind, but the old man had gone with the wind, only the memory would last forever and grow with me. I gently picked a grape, put it in my mouth, looked at the distant sky and said, "sour grapes, sour teeth ..."