Nostalgic composition

In normal study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my carefully compiled reminiscence composition, which is for reference only. Welcome to read it.

Memorized composition 1 Childhood is a fragrant flower, a lovely box full of childhood, a colorful rainbow and a dream full of laughter. Childhood memories roll out of my heart like sparkling pearls.

I remember when I was five years old, on a sunny morning in Yangguan, the warm sunshine from my father-in-law came in from the window. When I saw another fine day, I ran out to play. I walked around the yard with nothing to do. I went to the stream to fetch water with bamboo strips woven into chicken cages. The water was sprayed up by me, and I shouted happily, "It's raining!" " After filming for a while, I felt dissatisfied, so I took all the bamboo sticks and continued filming. It's raining harder, like a heavy rain. After a while, I suddenly had an idea that playing with wooden barrels might be more enjoyable. So, I immediately went to get a wooden bucket, and I moved it to the stream. Because the barrel is too heavy, the version is panting. At that time, the ground was so slippery that I accidentally fell into the stream with the bucket. There is no place where I am not wet, which also makes me catch a bad cold.

After this incident, I understand a truth: whatever you play should be appropriate, and don't be too playful, which will make you lose money.

Today, when I came home after learning chess, I saw my mother holding a big stack of photos. I rushed to see them. I asked my mother, "Why do I have so many photos before?" Mom said, "This is a photo taken the year before last. It's always in the camera, not developed. One of them was taken with a mobile phone. "

I picked up the pile of photos and saw that some of them were taken at my grandfather's house, some were taken at ordinary times, some were taken when my class organized a trip, some were taken on my birthday, some were taken by myself, some were taken with my good friends, and of course, my parents.

In the photo, I put on various poses and smiled happily. I said to my mother, "Mom, look how cute my photo is!" " "Mom said jokingly," Yes, he used to be much more handsome than now. "My mother and I looked at each photo and commented on each photo. Looking at these photos reminds me of many good memories. I want to say to my mother: "thank you, mom!"

Since you have chosen, don't give up easily, and stick to it no matter how difficult it is. -inscription

It was another quiet night, and I sat alone in a rocking chair to enjoy the cool. I admit it was really calm, and I quietly recalled his appearance. Some people say that love in winter is often short-lived; But love in spring is long and beautiful. They met in late winter and early spring: the sun shone warmly on them; The spring breeze is mixed with a little east wind, and some are slightly cool; There seems to be a little green in the withered grass. Accidental acquaintance It turned out that he was her good friend's college classmate, and they met at her good friend's birthday party.

It is accidental that two people meet once on the same day; It is destiny takes a hand that two people meet twice on the same day; Two people meet three times on the same day, so there is really fate between them. On August 8, 20xx, they met three times without an appointment.

This day is their first anniversary. On this day, they ate alone for the first time and spent a few hours alone, which enhanced their understanding of each other. After falling in love for a year, they met, and they were bathed in the warm spring under the blessing of the spring breeze. Driving to the border of the city, the wind is a little cold. When I opened the window, I saw the ocean, which became the wings of the beach. Memories reverberate in the air ...

Memories of writing for four nights brought me "everything"

Night brought endless fear in ancient times, and it was endless fear and darkness that brought us a pair of black eyes. And we use it to find light, and now it seems to be a sacred and unchangeable mission to seize this light.

Night brings us endless starry sky. The starry sky bears witness to everything, which is why it is endowed with irresistible charm. It is precisely because of this infinite charm that countless myths have emerged. I found China's hopes and dreams in mythology. And work hard for it.

Perhaps, it was the night in ancient times that brought it to our ancestors. It is only because of today's eager pursuit of night and starry sky that we have an epiphany under the starry sky today.

Walking under the stars again, I was lost in it. And the night quietly left me with an eternal question: Who am I? Where am I? Where am I from? where am I going? I can't answer it. It's just that darkness is creeping in.

This article was written a long time ago, and now it makes me feel very difficult! I'm afraid of the dark and write black, so I'm covered in black lines now.

The memory of time, like an hourglass, slowly passes away, like the wind blowing, like water dripping, slipping away unconsciously, day by day, watching the calendars fall one by one, eagerly waiting for weekends and holidays. A thing of the past, like water drops in the lotus leaf, slowly condenses until the lotus leaf can't hold on, only to feel that time passes too fast and wastes too much time. What should I do now?

From the first grade of primary school to the sixth grade now, it has gone through a seemingly long but actually very short process. At the end of primary school, I slowly recalled the fun of the past and found myself ignoring so many fun that should have belonged to me. I live a boring life as yesterday all day, hoping to change tomorrow, but day after day, year after year has passed. Going to school every day, carrying a heavy schoolbag, walking on the road every day, there are only two words in my heart: boredom.

The sixth grade stepped on this step, and when I looked back, I realized, Oh, I grew up. Now I'm beginning to worry about my study, and I'm beginning to embark on my own journey. Accompanied by my parents, I learned to give up my parents' hands and solve my own affairs by myself.

Slowly, the Chinese New Year is coming. In the new year, everyone has dreams, goals and ideals. In the new year, I just want to remind myself of my achievements, not to mention anything else. I think as a student, nothing is more important than studying.

There is no end to learning, and my ideal is like a never-ending boat, swaying slowly towards the goal ahead.

As time goes on, the memory of the past gradually disappears. Only a little incomplete impression remains in my mind.

I suddenly feel that my childhood has passed so fast. I have been eager to grow up from a little girl, suddenly turned into a middle school student wearing a school uniform. When I was a child, I kept counting the days, looking forward to tomorrow, and counted countless tomorrows. Time slips through the fingers when people don't care, and it slips away irretrievably.

Suddenly I feel that my childhood has passed so slowly. In this short time, I have met so many people. Walk such a long way; I cried so many times, fell so many times and laughed so many times; I have failed so much, gained so much and regretted so much. ...

I am like a little girl picking up shells on the beach. How much I pick up is the harvest of your growth. Every step I take will imagine the next surprise. Every minute I grow up, I count the joys and tears.

Suddenly, I found that I had grown up; Mature and sensible. In retrospect, I have a feeling of heartache. Facing the choice of graduation, I gave up the romance that didn't belong to me.

It turns out that growth is a process and a channel that can be changed at any time. I don't want to give up the chance to realize my dream just to pick a grass.

You don't have to wait until you grow up, as long as you still have childlike innocence. I believe that in the near future, you will definitely look back and gain a lot.

I remember the teacher's words over and over again: "Only by constantly advancing in life, only by not giving up, can we gain something."

I don't know why, I suddenly had an idea in my heart on a whim. I want to see the photos of primary school and recall the beauty at that time. Take out a thick photo album, hold the photo with two fingers and gently open the page. The tide of memory seems to have lost the shackles of the valve and surged out. Those beautiful things that happened in the past flashed before my eyes again, as if not long ago, I was still there.

I kept leafing through my hands. When I saw the photo, my hand stopped unconsciously. Look at this photo quietly. The photo was taken when several of our classmates participated in social practice for the first time. It was false to say that they were not excited at that time. Several of us decided to do it in a small shop, who is responsible for collecting money, who is responsible for taking goods, who is responsible for statistics, who is responsible for taking pictures and so on. Everyone has a job, and everyone is practicing for the first time. It is inevitable to be a little nervous, but after several spontaneous adjustments, everyone is not very nervous.

Because I collect accounts, guests bring goods, and I will find the price one by one and collect change. Our first guest is an elder sister with a sweet smile on her face and a good temper. Because I was in a hurry to find money, I accidentally dropped it on the ground. I quickly said I was sorry and wanted to go out of the counter to withdraw money. Instead, the elder sister kindly said nothing, picked up the money and left with a smile.

That experience also sharpened me and made me work more closely.

My childhood was happy, happy and beautiful … like colorful balloons, like colorful rainbows! But I think it's more like my mother's delicious food, which makes people memorable. Next, I want to share a little sweetness with you!

This is a short story when I was less than three years old. It is also in such a crisp autumn season that mom and grandma are going to harvest corn in the fields. I was alone at home, and my mother was worried, so she brought a sun umbrella, Wahaha milk, biscuits ... a small stool pushed me to the ground. Mom and grandma teased me while breaking corn. I was a little boy at that time, and I was gradually dumped for a short distance. I sat on a stool and watched ants move, grasshoppers dance … and I saw the big caterpillar on the corn cob! It's really not funny. I sat on the stool, holding the corn stalks on both sides with my hands, and shouted, "Mom, mom, I took the bus to the street to buy delicious food." Are you going or not? " Grandma and her mother looked back at my demo and laughed!

Until now, it will be a little fun to think about it. At that time, I was too young to understand the hardships of labor and the eyes of adults. Now think carefully about the scene at that time to understand that mom and grandma's eyes are full of comfort and praise. It is this look that gives me invisible strength and courage to face setbacks! Such eyes make me unforgettable!

The composition of memory 9 The horse of memory took me to the beach of memory. How many bittersweet things are there in thousands of shells in Qian Qian! Some are touching, some are happy. Excuse me … I'll tell you a story about the most beautiful shell.

It was my birthday, and my parents waited for me at the door after school at noon. I ran away as soon as I saw them coming. They called a car by the side of the road. Their behavior in the car shows that they don't often take taxis. Dad's lap is "sitting" with a cake transported by motorcycle. I thought I was going to a five-star hotel for my classmate Liu Ziyang's birthday, even if it was a two-or three-star hotel, but when I arrived at my destination, I was disappointed to find it was a very humble small restaurant. When I arrived at the restaurant, I saw a couple sitting inside. They were friends of my parents.

After ordering a few dishes, we began to eat. During dinner, they kept talking to themselves and didn't care about me at all. They don't even care about me. After dinner, my mother asked me to bow to my aunt, and I said why. Mom said, "If it weren't for this aunt, there would be no you." Oh, I see. Just take a bow. I was about to bow when she lifted me up and said; "Son, you should bow to your mother. She was almost hit by a car when she bought you a cake. " I went to my mother and cried ... My mother likes jasmine. The next day, after school, I went to the flower shop and bought two flowers. When I got home, I gave them to my mother, who was moved to tears.

Oh, love is like jasmine! Love is like Molly!

Maybe one day we can accept what we have now, and we will find that many things have been separated by the back door.

I will never forget when I want to eat, regardless of the past. You can call the person who impressed me the most. No matter whether he ever made you happy or made you feel miserable, you will feel that it is an indispensable part.

So we always naively thought that those unpleasant memories would be forgotten sooner or later. But the fact is that the passage of time can make them fade away, but they can never disappear absolutely.

This is the education that time gives us.

Later, I got closer and closer to them, and gradually understood the truth and rules.

Maybe everyone's life has different views, just like we are swaying in the wind here and have the same feelings.

I really have a chance to see you there one day. I think it must be a very happy thing, but from that day on, I never expect to have such an idea with China.

Because I always feel that there are all kinds of regrets hidden behind all the beauty.

Later, we will also learn all kinds of things and handling methods. Maybe they can understand them, but we can't figure it out from this angle.

Composition Memories 1 1 The students all went to the playground to play, only me, sitting in a corner of the classroom, remembering my bitter childhood. ...

Maybe everyone thinks I am beautiful, accompanied by my parents and taken care of by my grandparents ... but this is not the case. Although I have all these conditions, my past is very boring.

I feel a little sad when I recall all this blankly. When I was a child, I was alone at my grandmother's house; But grandma went to her little sister's house a few hundred meters away from home. At that time, I didn't understand that when my mother asked me to go to my grandmother's house, I actually asked my mother to go, just like my grandmother said. Once, my grandmother didn't know my birthday, but came to me with a cake. I was not interested in cake, so I ran away ... but my grandmother took it anyway, and he went to give it to my little sister.

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This reminds me of many painful things now, and I really regret it, regretting myself at the beginning. Therefore, I often cry sadly. Maybe you can see from mine that I am very sad. I am bitter!

I no longer like the sunshine and flowers in the morning. Whenever I see them, I feel sad. I would rather be as cloudy as the day you died. Madame Curie

As long as I can remember, I haven't heard you call my nickname, and I haven't had several gentle calls. Even the rudest words have become commonplace. /kloc-I have lived in this environment full of pressure, scolding and abuse for 0/7 years. Now, I have been honed by thorns and I am not afraid of any external trauma. I am really eager to pray for your death, and I have done activities to curse you, but all in vain. Until I saw that you were really dead, the whole world seemed to tear a big hole and braved the wind.

I hurried home from school. As soon as I opened the door inside, I saw you lying on the ground with a thick envelope in your hand. The words on it were bright and dazzling, and plunged into my heart. There is really no abuse in the air, quiet and strange: "Gege, Gege's scholarship." I know you have been calling this name affectionately in your heart, over and over again. Death is easier to get opportunities than life. I know you just slipped and fell off your chair, but life is not getting old and weak. We have to live.

Because I know that our sins will be annihilated in the darkness we walk through.

I like summer best all the year round, with green grass and flowers blooming, and people who often wear all kinds of beautiful clothes on the road. Everything makes people feel that summer is a vibrant season.

I still remember some stories that happened in summer. It was a midsummer afternoon, just after a heavy rain, and the wet ground made me feel very excited. I suddenly have an impulse to make a pig's face out of mud. So I first brought a mass of mud and an abandoned instant noodle bucket, filled with mud, and pressed it into mud cakes in Zhang Yuanyuan. Then I found two leaves hung with raindrops and put them on both sides of the mud cake, which became pig's ears. Take a branch and put it on the lower edge of the mud cake, and it becomes a pig's mouth. Pick up another stone and put it in the center of the mud cake to become a pig's nose. Finally, put two glass balls in the position of eyes, and a pig face is finished. Looking at that real pig face, I smiled happily. I gathered all my friends in the yard to show them my works and convey my joy to them …

I like summer. Summer reminds me a lot. Summer reminds me of my happy childhood.

Memorizing the composition 14 was the most tiring, sad and unwilling day since I grew up.

I am a fourth-grade pupil. Usually carefree, the time to do homework is finally counted as the beginning of the cartoon. When I haven't finished my homework, my parents are not allowed to turn on the TV. Live a happy life that is exclusive to me and has nothing to do with me.

However, since the afternoon of May 13, I have changed. Homework has become faster, TV channels have changed slowly, the sound of watching TV has become smaller, the TV remote control board has become an adult's, and there are more tears. My topic with adults has also changed. I'm not asking for snacks and toys, but I'm crying every night about the disaster area and I'm excited about the people who were rescued.

Although I am not a good student of the teacher or a good child of my parents, I am a sensible child. Seeing that the children in the disaster area are still studying hard in that environment, why don't I learn from them? My conditions are many times better than theirs. I have a place to live, food, love and care from my grandparents, parents and teachers. Why don't I study hard?

So, I made the above changes. At the same time, I silently wish the children in the disaster area to rebuild their homes as soon as possible and get out of their grief. Let us forget these days. We will believe that "the sun will be better tomorrow".

Looking at the flowers in front of the court and the sky, where did the time go? So, I embarked on a journey of searching. ...

A small sapling in front of the door has grown up-oh, time is hidden in the sapling, and my clothes last year no longer fit-oh, time is hidden in the clothes; There are some naughty white hairs on mother's head-oh, time lies in white hairs.

"Where did the time go? Haven't take a good look at your eyes, I have children all my life, and my mind is full of children crying ... "Yes, where did the time go, in the saplings? In the clothes? White hair? The answer is that the time of negation is fading away bit by bit, just like I am sitting in the examination room now, swishing down this article, and time slips away between the lines. Childhood friends have quietly dispersed. We witnessed the departure of the third grade. Two years later, like them, we will bid farewell to those who were once called "neuropathy" with tears. Two years ... actually ... very short. ...

At our feet, the days are marked by the calm voice, and we grow up quietly. Later, in a mirror in the morning, we saw a smile, a familiar and unfamiliar smile. Now, the rich love life has filled the gap and left the past in our memory.