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Ask for an 800-word composition entitled "The dormitory we lived in together in those years" and "What did we do together in those years"

Time flies, I want to go back to the happy time when we were together in those years. Because, we had the happiest childhood in those years, and we had the purest friendship in those years!

In those years, the deskmate may be the enemy who fights every day, or the partner who jokes every day. In the end, it's just real friendship. Whenever I hear "you at the same table", I always think of the "38th parallel" drawn with chalk in the middle of the table, and the scene of desertion together in class. Unfortunately, this is "those years". Now people at the same table won't speak so high, because everyone will feel childish.

In those years, once you sat in the chair, it was difficult to stand up, because at this time, the chair was covered with double-sided tape; When the teacher calls the roll to answer questions, there will always be such an embarrassing moment, because the hair is inadvertently tied to the back of the chair; And when there is no double-sided tape on the chair and the hair is not tied to the back of the chair, as long as you sit down, the chair will be kicked off by one leg, and * * * will have a close contact with the floor ... Now students can't make such a big joke in time, and they will only chat forever, because everyone's thoughts are mature and there is no innocence in those years. If you continue to play this prank like those years, the parties may get angry.

Those years, those years, just passed.

Who can remember our quarrel in those years? In those years, there were really not enough reasons to quarrel. The male students who were quarreling a few minutes ago began to argue in the next few minutes; The female students who were arguing a few minutes ago began to jump up the rubber band in the next few minutes. Therefore, quarrels are always easy to forget, because friendship is more important than anything else. If you quarrel now, you may not talk to each other for a week, a month or even longer. Because everyone at this time regards right and wrong as too complicated and serious.

In those years, there was little pressure to study, so you could learn by playing, and your homework was basically completed at school. Now, I am busy studying all day, and my hobbies can't cope. Now we are learning machines, and the overloaded homework has overwhelmed us …

Recall those years, recall our happiness and innocence in those years. Only by living the present can we create the "years" of the future!

Those years, the years we walked together.

Silent rain drops on the windowsill, like falling tears, are lifeless. The wind poured into my collar involuntarily, and I could not help shivering.

There was a strong wind blowing in the park.

The rustling wind rustled the leaves and a yellow leaf fell into the soil. I walked softly and crushed the leaves.

Winter is coming again, which is an unforgettable winter for me.

What I was looking forward to most was the Chinese New Year, because everyone got together, warm and happy, with the celebration of the New Year and the blessing of good friends. Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, I began to feel more and more sad. I have been with her since our life 13 years. Actually, I can't remember how long we've been friends. It's just that we've known each other since childhood. I always think I am more mature than her, but she seems to be much better than me. She doesn't care about anything else. She really cares about me as a friend. At least our friendship is witnessed. She loves to laugh and has a cheerful personality. She seldom tells me that she is sad, but I am a person who loves to reveal her heart. I don't want to hide my sadness. I often tell her that I am unhappy, because of her.

This is the luck of my life. Really, when I am sad, even if she is only with me, she listens to me quietly. I'm relieved not to leave quietly, really.

Happy dreams are happily woven by us.

The lush years have become more tearful. In high school, especially those annoying papers and everything, I became lifeless, suffocating, spent, stayed in the swamp, and gradually fell into darkness. However, your smile saved my soul and made me feel sad about the future. That road without footprints, I believe that no matter where I am, she will always follow me and always be by my side.

At that time, we were still in the same school. Now you're gone, leaving me to walk home alone, and then it's not like that anymore. Go left, go right, I turn around, leave, and go in the direction that really belongs to me. Without you, my steps seem to be particularly vicissitudes. I miss you by my side and watch the sunset that belongs to us. With our laughter and listening to the wind ... maybe, we can never go back.

Now I have to write down this memory to pay homage to the beautiful part we lost. At least in my opinion, it was our innocence together, and my heart couldn't help twitching.

Nobody knows how sensitive I am. You see me in the sun with white teeth and lively running, but no one knows that what you see now is blue. Whenever I see the lights coming home, dark streets and dim street lamps, I bow my head all the year round and have a little astigmatism, and the lights I see always flash her shadow. Little you smiled at me happily, but I was so sad that I couldn't stop crying

In those years, we wrote an 800-word high school composition for our crazy youth. Youth is a hasty book, a short dream and an intriguing short poem.

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Time flies, we seem to be like kites with broken lines when we take off our school uniforms. I remember those years, with all kinds of dreams, and now we may get what we want, or we may have regrets. Not too far away, there are those years that we cherish forever but can't go back.

The alma mater is undoubtedly ordinary, just like ordinary us. However, the three-year cold spell is enough to make every high school student realize the uniqueness and extraordinary of his alma mater. Youth is half bright and half sad. I may have been dissatisfied and disgusted with it, but today, these have become good memories of my alma mater. No wonder some people say that your alma mater is a place where you scold her 800 times a day and don't allow others to say a word. When the leaves are scattered, I understand gathering; When the flowers fade, I understand youth. Once dreamed of going out of school, once went out and rarely went back, missing the cage with the cage closed at that time. Youth is unforgettable because you can't go back.

One year after graduation, everyone is crazy to share the principal's speech at the high school graduation ceremony. The headmaster personally tapped the keyboard and gave every word to the junior high school students in grade 1 1, leaving a deep imprint on our minds and lingering. After graduation, students often go back to their alma mater to visit their teachers and see the changes in their alma mater. Every time the photos of their alma mater are uploaded to the internet, they always bring a high number of views. Everyone feels sorry for the changes in their alma mater, which seems a little sad. After graduation, every time I saw the school uniforms worn by high school students in the street, I became so excited and excited. Who would have thought that the once disgusting school uniform has become precious at this time?

Memories of my alma mater will be shared, and sad memories will be fermented into beautified memories with graduation. Needless to say, the heavy schoolwork pressure in high school, the bitterness of taking a bath and grabbing a seat, and the helplessness of still attending class, it is unbearable to be locked in a cage only once a month when you leave school. Now, however, everything seems insignificant. When we look back, we will find that the time we struggled was the best, even if the struggle meant that it was not so easy, even if the struggle required hard sweat, even if the result of the struggle was not so satisfactory. Youth has tears and laughter, bitterness and sweetness, but it is not eternal.

The skirt of the school uniform exudes youthful vitality. In those lush years, we wore school uniforms. Perhaps at that time, we were still blindly trying to get rid of this unchanging school uniform and change the monotonous style and color in an attempt to stand out from the crowd. My hair is not dyed or permed, and I curse the damn hair check from time to time. It is these annoying hard rules that make us lose our personalized hair; A plain face that should be radiant is swollen because of heavy homework and lack of sleep time. I didn't know that blue and white school uniforms were the most beautiful clothes. Every gesture reveals the breath of youth, which makes people linger.

The great image of my alma mater in my heart is like the huge cultural stone at the school gate, which precipitates my deep and sincere homesickness; My alma mater is also like the colorful lights in the fountain pool at night, flashing my colorful memories; My alma mater is like wisteria blooming on the promenade, dotted with my different youth and dreams ... I want to stay in the embrace of my alma mater and make a sincere wish: let the seeds of my youth be buried in this soil and let my youth be immortal in the long river of life.

The composition entitled "Dreams We Chased Together in Those Years" is generally a dream that you shared with one person or several people in a certain year.

Tang Yan's composition that we chased together in those years, I like candy.

When I was about to graduate that year, I wrote a composition entitled "We graduated together in those years". In retrospect, it is no wonder that time flies. It is said that time is like light and shadow.

Everyone has to worry about their future and dreams, and even the best friends don't know when they will meet.

Couples are planning their future lives, which will be sweeter than now, not for love as they did at the beginning.

Willing to give up all impulses. Girls prefer those who are self-motivated and can help themselves in their work/career.

There are only a handful of people, and those boys are more willing to choose a gentle, kind and filial support who can win face for themselves.

That girl,

Anyway. . . . . . . Everyone has his own ideas, ideals, dreams and plans.

When we graduated that year, we realized that our present job was not as simple as we thought.

When we graduated that year, we realized that our dreams would not be so easy to realize.

When we graduated that year, we realized that love is not as simple as we thought.

We graduated that year, and all the disappointments will go with the wind, leaving us on the road at last. . . .

We spent 500 words together on Children's Day in those years. Today's red flag is particularly bright, and we are particularly happy today. Because today, we have ushered in an annual festival of our own-June 1 International Children's Day.

There are five bright red characters "Colorful Childhood" on the stage. There are "doves of peace" on both sides of the stage, representing auspiciousness and peace. The red carpet on the stage added to this joyful festival.

Ah! There are many people today. The playground is crowded with people. All the teachers, classmates and parents are filled with happy smiles. The whole playground is like a sea of joy.

The program opened a huge curtain in my expectation. First, four presenters took the stage to host. The four hosts are full of energy and vitality.

There are so many programs, but I like the dedication of the students' performances and a dove of peace best.

I was moved by their dedication, and their dedication infected all the parents present. Yes! No matter how long the words dedicated to my mother are, no matter how many songs I sing to my mother, it is not enough to repay my mother's selfless love for us! We grew up in the arms of our mother. What selfless love this is!

Let peace fly to the world, to every corner of the world, so that the world will no longer have the smoke of war. Because war will only bring disaster, only more people will die, only more orphans without parents, and only more dropouts. War makes people pay the price of blood. In order to make the world free from war, let the song of peace be sung forever, forever.

As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Today, we had a happy holiday.

In those years, we tasted the 620-word style of happy composition together, blowing the fleeting time like flowers, and bursts of laughter became the most beautiful embellishment in this short life. -inscribe happiness, not a gust of wind, will not come and go in a hurry; Be happy, don't be childish, get angry with you and seize the mystery; Happiness is not melodramatic, and it will not accompany you less and less because of your growth ... As long as you feel life with your heart and taste happiness with your heart, you will find happiness around you. Snow makes me a little happy. A white, shallow rut that extends into the distance. If the piano is falling at this time, I will say to myself "Happy Winter" ... Listening to "Happy Winter" and looking out the window, it's all white and looks so charming. It's snowing. I don't remember the first snow this year. When I finished clothes and left home, I couldn't help but blend in with this snow scene, so quiet. Strolling on the path, walking leisurely, looking up from time to time, watching snowflakes roll, jump and fly in the air as beautiful, pure and natural as elves. In a flash, my mouth rose, and I felt the joy of snow, which also reminded me of my childhood memories ... When I was a child, my parents wouldn't let me go out every time it snowed, for fear that I might easily fall to the ground and feel threatened by the cold weather, but how could a child know so much? I want to have fun, so I make noise and tell my parents that I want to go out to play. How can parents stand our "tossing", they will allow it. Then, in this snow, we have a snowball fight and make a snowman together. Our little hands and faces were red with cold, and we were still fighting there. That kind of happiness, as time goes by, is getting farther and farther away from me. However, we will eventually grow up and move from one world to another, and now this world is full of laughter, isn't it? At school, play with classmates; At home, coquetry with parents ... in fact, it is very long and close to happiness. A long time, away from the sky; In the near future, it is just around the corner. Sometimes you look for it on purpose, and it hides behind you. No matter how hard you try to move on, you won't find its tricks. Let's be the people who find happiness. He who finds happiness is always happy. Let's be people who cherish happiness. People who cherish happiness are always happy. Let's be happy. Happy people are always sweet. Let's live a happy, happy and sweet life! @

We walked together in those years.

"The heavy rain missed in those years, the love missed in those years, I really want to hug you and embrace the courage to miss ..." There is fox Xia's "Those Years" in the earphone, and the drizzle is fluttering outside the window. I really envy those floating raindrops, how freely and lightly they fall, silently, turning into invisible air and rising to the sky, leaving no trace of gossamer.

Will our memories disappear in this world like rain? No, those years, the lush years we walked together, I still remember.

It was raining that day, too

I didn't go to school, but I was ill in bed. My parents asked me for leave and then I went to work. I can't play computer or watch TV, so I feel lonely and lonely. I have been looking at the alarm clock in front of the window. It's exactly five o'clock. It's time for school. I wonder if you will come to my house to deliver my homework? I thought to myself that the excitement and sweetness of friendship immediately climbed into my mouth.

While waiting for you, I was bored to open the book I read many times and fell asleep soon. It's 7: 30 in the evening, and the doorbell still doesn't ring. My inner loneliness and fear are crawling all over me, like a bug crawling on me. I finally waited for your call, but you coldly said to me, "Hey, I'm too busy to go to your place."

A hurried doorbell interrupted my nightmare, and I was awakened. It turned out that all this was a dream. I sighed, dragged my groggy head to the door, opened my sleepy eyes and opened the door. It is mother standing at the door.

"Mom forgot my key, I'm sorry, let you suffer from the cold wind. Go back to sleep. " Mother stroked my hair. I saw that it wasn't you standing outside the door, so I simply walked quickly back to my room and continued to weave that terrible nightmare.

Three industrious workers, the hour hand, the minute hand and the second hand, are still walking, but they can't hear the doorbell ring. I woke up again. I opened my eyes and found you standing in front of me. Your hair is wet and your clothes are wet. Only the clothes on your chest are dry. My exercise book is safe.

"Sorry, I was dragged down today, and it rained again. I don't have an umbrella, so I may have got your exercise book wet. " You smiled apologetically. I turned to look at the alarm clock. It's already half past six.

"Didn't you eat?" I asked with concern, you pretended not to hear, and said to me, "What the teacher said today is very important. I will give you a tutorial, otherwise it will be bad to delay your studies for a disease. " You smile sweetly, sit on the stool, turn out your notebook, and the dense fine print comes into view.

Looking at your wet clothes,

Looking at your serious face, my nose can't help but shed sour, hot and humid tears across my cheeks. I hugged you and said with tears, "Sunseeker, it's good to have you ..."

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It's still raining outside the window, and those years are playing in the headphones. The past moistened my eyes. In a blink of an eye, we spent more than ten years together, but the past is vivid. Sunseeker, those years, the years we walked together, I will always remember them.

In those years, we worked together-the topic of the semi-proposition composition can be: "In those years, we walked together"; In those years, the days we walked together; After watching the girls we chased together in those years: in those years, we struggled together; In those years, we lived together. . .

Fan Wen:

In those years, the days we walked together.

Days always run as fast as Cinderella's pumpkin cart. Before I came to my senses, we had reached the day of military training, and now every minute is particularly precious, because this trip is seven days. I have never left home since I was a child. How can I stand it?

"Dad, others say that military training is very bitter, and I'm going to collapse! I don't want to go! " I complained.

"How can you not go! Everyone has to go through it. Besides, it's better for you to suffer a little, so you won't be so delicate. " Dad doesn't think so.

I have long been accustomed to my father's reaction, put on my shoes with a pout and wondered how the instructor would train us. With all kinds of guesses, my father and I got on the bus of 104. I looked at the scenery outside the window in a daze and suddenly noticed the red rope hanging around my neck. I thought the teacher said I couldn't bring it, so I took it off and put it in my palm to feel my temperature. It suddenly occurred to me that this rope was given to me by my grandmother. She tied two ribbons together and rubbed them with her hands until they became one. Grandma wanted it to wear a key. When I saw it, I felt distressed and said to my grandmother, "Give it to me, will you?" Grandma smiled and said, "Of course, it's for my little granddaughter ... Oh, yes, almost." Grandma smiled mysteriously and went out.

How to write the dream we chased together in those years?

Too late to wait, too late to get drunk, young hearts are facing the sunshine and chasing that hope together. Once again, we have an appointment with our wishes, so that time can witness and experience whether we have no regrets. In another 20 years, we will meet, colorful dreams are full of ideals, and we will fly to the future together. ..... A little old melody, but it always evokes faint ripples in my heart. Time flies, and year after year, I can't help thinking, tomorrow, next year, 20 years later, will we still remember today's dribs and drabs, whether we will still remember the years we spent together, and the dreams we pursued together in those years.

20 12 is a bit unusual for us. 20 12 no longer allows us to be naive because we don't want to face the college entrance examination. Many people are reluctant to mention "senior three"

The word "college entrance examination", but the face must always be faced, and the coming must always come. 18-year-old sky needs sweat to write and courage to face it confidently; Eighteen-year-old sky, there are too many dreams for us to chase.

The calendar in the corner of the table is turning from page to page, constantly reminding us that time will not stay for anyone. Even if we naughty left the calendar on a certain day and refused to open it, tomorrow will still come.

"What should I do? What should I do after the exam?" "Where are we going to play after the exam?" ... we constantly fantasize about what will happen after June this year and keep telling our future plans.

But the plan will never keep up with the change. Tomorrow, we never know what will happen. Life is like a journey, and I am also a pedestrian. We don't know where the next stop will be. So seize today and live in the present!

"Tomorrow, will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday? Will you think of you at the same table tomorrow? " ..... I'm afraid to listen to this melody recently. Although we don't want to admit it, the prelude to leaving Song has been Enemy at the Gates. 140 days, golden autumn in June, let's fight for a bumper harvest together; /kloc-after 0/40 days, we will have no regrets regardless of success or failure!