Nostalgic composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone is always exposed to writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my carefully compiled memoir composition. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Recall a little composition 1 Recall our lost youth, our vows, our beautiful past and our most sincere friendship. Once our most luxurious campus life, I remember when I was a child, I was so envious of my brothers and sisters' study life. When I was a child, I wished I could grow up and study early. At that time, some people had their own dreams, hoping that I could become an excellent teacher and serve the people so that all the children in our hometown could go to school. This is my childhood dream.

When I was in primary school, I hoped I could go to junior high school, and junior high school could be admitted to an ideal high school. I remember my junior high school, which was my most unforgettable year. When I was in the third year of high school, I remembered that the teacher had just talked about the chemical calculation problem, so I stopped taking the exam. At that time, the results came out, the teacher handed out papers, and I was scolded at that time. Later, he was punished by the teacher for copying homework. That night, I copied it late in the classroom and was found by the teacher. My good friend told my teacher about my efforts. A few days later, the teacher helped me. 20xx experienced the most difficult exam in life, that is our college entrance examination. Some people say that people who have experienced the college entrance examination are the most complete life. But I don't completely agree with this statement. I can only say that going through the college entrance examination can make us mature and grow up.

When we encounter difficulties, we will not bow our heads as before, and we can handle them rationally. Now I feel sometimes confused, decadent, aimless and disoriented. I am about to graduate, and suddenly I am a little afraid of the moment I step into society, the complexity of society, my ignorance of society and all kinds of people in society. Sometimes it's okay to think about it. What should be faced must be faced eventually. Why do you run away and complain? In fact, what we want most now is to experience more social practice, learn more about society, learn from practice in learning and learn from practice. For a better tomorrow, we should bravely take the first step in life, for a better future, we should strive to look forward to our true selves, and for future happiness, we should create a brilliant life. Life is constant experience and practice. If we want to be what we want to be, we must try our best to do what we have never done.

This summer vacation is our last summer vacation, so we should record everything interesting.

This summer vacation, I thought a lot and took many classes. I wonder if anyone will miss us after graduation. Math and English are my happiest classes, because I have a group of lovely friends who can tell jokes. Although I have a lot of homework every time, I will still finish it happily.

In addition, the most special summer homework is all blank books. I came up with an idea to turn it into a whale. There are many records in it. This summer homework left a deep memory on me.

There are more days at school than at home, so I will miss my classmates. This summer vacation is the most boring one I have ever spent. I played the piano with my classmates. I wrote a song, which was weird, but it was really fun.

This summer vacation is my happiest one, with joy, anger, sadness and joy, and many interesting things to talk about. Finally, don't forget this wonderful memory.

I thought it was parked at the old pier at my feet, but I forgot the sailing time and the direction I couldn't go back. ...

The ferry in my heart has never been seen before, and the beautiful image of the river bank is lonely. How many years? The wind, frost, rain and snow have faded the fragrance of music, leaving only the tender color left in my heart soaring all the way, thinking like the wind, and finally forgetting the name of Iraqis and leaving the face of the earth.

Memories of thoughts in bits and pieces, away from the embrace of mountains, away from the past of grass growing and warblers flying. Are you okay? In the distance, a cup of tea after midnight will remind you of the past, sitting in the morning sun of Liao Ruoxing, meditating and exiled. Time is not only a distance apart, but also a vague sadness in the bottom of my heart. ...

Facing the direction of the wind, high-rise buildings in foreign cities always think that the distance of dreams is not far away, and the past wishes are beside them, but after that virginity disappeared, dandelions began to fly around. Where are we finally going? Where will you live? Gradually, we began to go to the ends of the earth; Gradually, we began to get to know each other. ...

When the sky is full of stars, I always sit there alone thinking about the past, dreaming of a good encounter, and waking up is a difficult time. It was too many memories that made me lose my eyes. Still too many past events make my soul bear, or too far away makes me lose the direction of my home.

Think of life as a tired trip and forget the sadness of the past. Memories are just an old pier at the foot, far away from the ferry in little sorrow and the coming direction. ...

Every time I go home, I always look through my letters and classmates' books. Every time I look at them slowly, my mouth rises slightly. Besides, when I see something interesting, I will laugh out loud. Although my father once called me crazy and said that I had become a crazy bitch, I just wanted to laugh. I like to recall the past. It seems that it happened yesterday.

I spent two hours reading my junior high school classmates' records this evening. The word "flying like a phoenix" fluttered before my eyes. I read every word carefully, as if afraid of missing something. Between the lines, we are full of memories.

My classmates wrote my impression of my classmates' road. Many of them said I was frank. Laugh when you are happy. When I am sad, I cry my eyes out and do whatever I want. Some people say that I am cute, especially when I laugh, my eyes are in a line, and I am willful and a bit overbearing. Others say I am cheerful and strong! Indeed, this is the image of my junior high school, who is right and who is wrong with my willfulness and bullying!

Write about my monitor! Jinling, she wrote it to me. She said, sometimes I'm a little savage and I often quarrel with her. Hee hee, it was naive to be a little savage at that time! We didn't quarrel, we just bickered. I don't know why I am so stubborn to her, so I have to say more. I met her in the street today. She hasn't changed much, but she's a little "malnourished and her hair has turned yellow, just kidding" (dyed yellow hair)

I read it carefully. Many students wrote about their naive dreams of being a teacher and a doctor. I also found that many students with this dream went to social universities, but it was only a dream, while those who wrote to become accountants and engineers went to normal schools. Looking back at our innocent dream, it was just a naive dream!

The number left at that time was useless!

Some students left me a message saying, remember to keep in touch. Oh, sorry, I haven't contacted many of them for a long time, almost four years! Others say, when you become a rich woman, don't say you don't know me! It is out of the question. Now my future is not dark, but I still can't see the sun!

The students who left their names in my classmate's notebook saw your handwriting, and those greetings were warm and kind.

The girl who has been in my class for three years, I call her Huahua, and the girl who likes to call me Sister Qiu Qiu is very happy. She was assigned to two classes, and we didn't separate. At that time, we were very close She left a message saying, Sister Qiu Qiu, don't forget me! Well, I remember, but I haven't seen you for four years and haven't contacted you! I miss her very much.

The friend who wrote a lot of words in his classmate's book, I read it again and again. One of them called me a crying cat. One of them also said that I was a naive, lovely and worried child. The other said, "My lovely girl, don't cry. You often cry. It's bad for your eyes. Laugh more and you will lose face! Look at it, I really want to laugh.

The alumni records bearing memories are so thick and lovely!

After reading it, I saw how innocent and lovely we used to be. Although we have all changed now, at least we still have memories. I once said that the past was unbearable, painful and painful, and I laughed and laughed. Today, it seems that this is not the case! Whether it is laughter or pain, it is still printed in our minds. It feels good to have time to look back!

Composition 5 The memories of graduation, the past, the beautiful, and the nostalgia are all gone in a flash.

I don't know if I can find a footprint in the vast sea of people, but in the vast sea of people, what I once owned has really been forgotten. ...

I remember when we were about to graduate, we set off a storm-

Football event

As we all know, the World Cup is held from June 10 to July 10. I remember one day in mid-June, when I entered the class at noon, I was surprised to find that there were very few people in the class. At ordinary times, there are at least forty or fifty people sitting in the class to correct the dictation assigned by the old class. A closer look shows that the few people left in the class are almost all girls, and they are all standard "model students". I'm even more confused. I was just about to photograph my deskmate. When my deskmate asked where everyone had gone, I found that my deskmate was not there! I thought, "Where the hell did he go?" He seldom leaves his seat! Besides, Hu Chunhui (the name of my deskmate) failed in dictation and dictation this morning! Will the old class let him go? "

So, I asked Lan Fei (a girl in our class) and she said calmly, "Everyone went to play football ..."

Playing football? I'm not surprised that the sun rises in the west. What kind of football are you playing? I wouldn't be too surprised if Lanfei said they were going to play basketball. I just play football. I don't believe it! Everyone knows that it is cool and handsome for boys to play basketball in our school, but they have never heard of playing football!

I quickly got down on the windowsill, and sure enough, I saw the bad boys in our class. Besides our class, there are also a few boys in other classes. Seeing the heroic boys on the football field and the girls cheering for them on the playground without wind or rain, I suddenly have a particularly warm feeling. ...

"..." The music bell of our school rang, and I saw those bad boys walking upstairs at the wind speed, leaving the girls behind. I can hear you clearly. Xin Li shouted in the corridor: "Hey, you don't wait, you heartless people!"

Just then, I heard a loud noise from the door. What's the matter with you? Change the fake punishment? ⑾ throwing habits? What happened? Ants promise to stir up customs? Spring thinning

Then, I saw the old class pull the boys and girls who played football and watched the ball to the podium one by one to preach, and punish them for dictation and dictation for 20 times each. Hehe, I clearly saw that my deskmate's face was blue!

After the sermon, the old class asked them to go back to their seats to correct, so they went to the teacher's office. As soon as I saw my deskmate's face, I knew he wanted me to help him correct it! Helpless, I picked up a piece of paper and looked at his mistake. Then, we divided the work and began to modify it. The more you write, the more annoying you get. It is nothing more than words or texts that I often dictate. For example, "Zheng Ren buys shoes" is nothing more than a recitation question with no new words. How could he hear wrong?

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I thought those bad boys were afraid and would not play football tomorrow, but at noon the next day, I still saw those bad boys playing football. ...

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Looking at the cars on the side of the road every morning, sometimes I feel as if something is missing. But I don't remember. Maybe it's just a daydream when I was studying.

Facing the window every day, I always think quietly, am I at school? Ask yourself.

I said, maybe everyone has had a similar situation, but what you are facing is different. You will have fantasies about people around you, associate with people passing by, and so on.

No matter what you think, you have to go back to real life. After all, people have to live. It can't be like a story. Feel free to add some content.

Who can really understand the little things in life? How many times do you cook three meals a day? How many times a day do you step on a clean floor to support yourself? Wait a minute. These ordinary things seem simple. How many days can I keep doing it?

Maybe people like us are happy to face the computer every day. Or maybe you are diligent, and it is a pleasure to face books every day.

But no matter how you look at it, returning to life is generally a kind of enjoyment, living a little bit, even if you cook your own meals and throw them on the ground. A yearning for life, who can do it?

Think too much, too complicated. In short, I hope I can grow up quickly and not let my family work hard. That is the best kind of happiness.

Recalling Composition 7, when I came home from school, I overheard a little girl's sweet voice: "Thank you, Mom, I am so happy to have chocolate!" "The mother looked at her daughter with a warm smile and her eyes were shallow. She poked her forehead gently with two fingers and said softly, "Silly child! Is this happiness? ！” In my opinion, there is a trace of jealousy in that tone. When I grow up, I am busy with work and study all day. I have no time to feel happiness carefully, and I am no longer as easy to satisfy as I was a child.

How long has it been since I laughed so pure? Pure, without a trace of impurities, only the satisfaction of that matter and the feeling from the bottom of my heart. Stopped in the same place, I quietly began to remember. At school during the day, I play with my classmates. The smiling faces that bloom together in the sun are happy; It is happy to be alone at night, playing the guitar and chatting with my favorite songs; Every day, it is happy to taste the food cooked by my family ... At this moment, all the bits and pieces about happiness are displayed in my mind, filling the gap in my heart. And ... "Ah!" I was fascinated by my own ideas, walking too fast and my brain reacting too slowly. I tripped over the stairs. "Fortunately, my hand caught the handrail of the stairs in time." Fortunately, I walked home, but I accidentally touched my knee a few days ago. "Hiss", I pursed my lips and put down my schoolbag: "It hurts to walk anyway, so it's better to have a rest first." Lift up your pants and the wound will be completely exposed. Well, fortunately, it's not very dirty. Besides, my mother has given me mercurochrome two days ago. Merry Ming ... I couldn't help laughing. Everything that happened that day is replayed in my mind.

I whispered to my father, "Dad, I ... I hurt my knee." Dad was playing with the computer, but he didn't react at the moment. After a short silence, my father frowned and took me to the living room. He let me sit on the sofa, and then without saying anything, he brought me a band-aid and put it on me carefully.

I did my homework for a while and had a meal. I sat at the dinner table and couldn't eat at all. I felt the wound like a crack, and a pain came. "Mom, my knee hurts." I turned to my mother and said. My mother shouted, and then gently opened my pants to see the wound. "What's the matter?" When she said this, she was tearing off the band-aid. "hmm." I am also embarrassed to say that I am naughty. I brought it casually. Mom didn't ask much, just helped me clean the wound. She called a basin of water and brought a bag of cotton swabs. Without language, it is different from silence. A warmth, rippling. She dipped the cotton swab into the water and wiped my wound as gently as possible. Left, right, up and down, you can feel that kind of meticulous care everywhere. After careful cleaning, my mother took out the mercuric chloride again. "If you use this, the wound friction will not hurt. Please bear it. " Still use a cotton swab, still be careful. My heart is like melting a piece of chocolate, sweet and warm.

"Han Han? Han Han? " My mother's voice rang in my ear and called back my thoughts. "Well, Mom?" Looking up reflexively, I looked at my mother. "It's cold, can't sit here. Get up and go back with me. " Looking at my mother's concerned eyes, I smiled. The afterglow of sunset is orange. It is not warm and gorgeous red, not almost colorless gold, but happy and warm orange.

Life is full of happiness. Do it with your heart, and every drop makes people feel happy.

Childhood is gone forever. But the scenes that happened in my childhood are deeply rooted in my soul and have not disappeared because of the passage of time.

Childhood in memory is happy, at least carefree and without burden. Besides going to school and doing homework after school, the rest of the time is almost eating, sleeping and playing. In the memory of childhood, the time of playing left the deepest impression. Even when I stayed in school, I left more memories of playing with my classmates after class, but the impression in class was vague, although I spent several times as much time in class as in my spare time. No wonder children love to play, and so do adults?

As far as I can remember, when I was a child, Wan Li was clear and sunny. Young and fragile bodies chase butterflies, catch dragonflies and bees in the bright sunshine, and then put them together in transparent glass bottles for observation. Of course, this is not for research, because children don't know what research is and what's the point. Even though they say they are studying scientists, in the final analysis, these behaviors are just imitative and fun. But the fact is that those insects originally from king of thailand were deprived of their own reason, and the glass bottle became a concentration camp where their nightmare began. I remember my childhood playmates and I once caught countless ants of different colors in a box, and then watched the ants of different colors bite each other in that narrow space. We looked down at the comments. Whenever we see ants trying to climb out of the box when they get cold feet, we immediately pick them back with wooden sticks, and those ants who try to escape repeatedly are trampled to death by us without hesitation. This is a punishment for these "deserters" who had no courage at that time. In this way, a small box became a passive battlefield for those ants we unfortunately caught, and then became their graves. In that game, we only know that red and brown ants fight very hard and are not afraid of death. Yellow ants are consistent in the group and have strong joint combat ability, while black ants crawl fast, but they often "run away" when they are timid. So countless black ants were not killed by the same kind in the box, but were "executed" by our children who claimed to be fair law enforcers with two little fingers. Later, I chatted with my playmates about the games I played when I was a child, and I have enjoyed it so far, with endless aftertaste. But when I think about it later, I feel like I'm in my throat. Why? Because I suddenly thought of gladiators and animal fighting fields. I think that little box was a concentrated Colosseum. Didn't all the ants of different colors become gladiators in Born to Die? What about us? What have we become? Is it gambling or numb aristocrats who watch gladiators fight for life and death? Or a ruthless sole arbitrator? I feel nothing. At that time, we were just a group of naive children, forcing ants to fight for fun and indirectly depriving them of their weak lives. Does this mean that this is a natural manifestation of human cruelty? I don't know, but at least few people will think that it is cruel for several children to kill a group of ants for fun. Even so, it is more or less uncomfortable to think of that kind of game now.

Of course, my childhood also had cloudy days and rainy days, but cloudy days and rainy days don't mean sadness and melancholy, because people in childhood don't have sad and melancholy thoughts, at least I think so. Although I loved crying when I was a child, it was just a matter of venting grievances, just like eating and sleeping. We are still playing and looking for happiness in rainy days. Rainy days are the prime time for childhood pranks. We laugh when we pour water downstairs, or throw mud at the junior students downstairs from the flowerpot. I didn't stop until I was caught by the headmaster and apologized. On cloudy days, we played "war" games in the vegetable fields together. The so-called "beating" means that a dozen children form a team and throw mud at each other in the vegetable field. When someone is hit by mud on one side, cheers will be heard on the other side. At the end of the game, both sides were unkempt and covered in mud, and the result was a draw. Naturally, after the "negotiation", there will be "an appointment to fight again." Of course, "this battle" sacrificed the vegetables in the vegetable field and the sweat of the owner. So the next day, I always hear the vegetable boss scold who has no conscience on the "battlefield" and so on. Fortunately, she never knew that these "masterpieces" were given by us urchins. We also played the role of doctors when we were children. Countless insects have received our free "treatment" and "operation". Those poor "beneficiaries" have lost their arms and legs, or lost their flight and predation functions under the careful treatment of our "doctors" Some dragonflies are still munching on the ants we feed, but they soon die. It is ridiculous to say that we are bent on being "insect doctors", but in the end we are "executioners" and "abusing one crazy one" ...

Everything has passed, how limited childhood is, but the topic of childhood will never be finished. Everyone's childhood experience is different, but I believe that most people's childhood should be happy. I am happy because I am naive, and I am happy because I am ignorant. But I don't know if those "players" who are keen to "play" plunder, abuse, war and slaughter in the adult world have returned to their innocence.

Grandma spent that unforgettable and wonderful time with me. I will sort out the time I spent with my grandmother one by one and leave an untouchable memory in my heart.

When I was about one year old, my sister and I were taken care of by my grandmother. Since then, maybe I have understood what is missing. I envy other students being loved by their parents, but I won't tell my grandmother, precisely because my grandmother is very busy and tired every day. When I was about seven or eight years old, my parents would visit us from time to time. I no longer envy my classmates' love. Because I have learned to enjoy holding grandma's hand and eating cookies on time after school every day. I always hold the temperature in her hand, and my heart is sweet.

After school that day, I didn't have familiar hands and cookies. Although I could go home, I waited there for a long time. I didn't go home until it was getting dark, looking for her shadow in every corner. I seemed afraid of something until I entered the house. She has a fever, very high. I couldn't bear to see the person I loved the most feel bad, so I was sensible enough to wipe her face with a towel. Grandpa is a male chauvinist and never does housework. In those days, grandma almost endured discomfort and gritted her teeth. At that time, I will carefully stare at her wandering figure and white hair at the temples.

Later, my mother took me and my sister away, and I hated them. I hate it when they arrange me without asking my advice every time.

It is already the sixth grade to go back to my hometown. Grandma stayed with me for a year and left me forever. I don't know why it is so unfair.

The best memories, like clouds, keep floating in my heart. The sadness in bright eyes is full of unforgettable traces of time.

Composition Memories 10 At Chasangguo Station, the senior high school life of 20xx freshmen in Gejiu No.2 Middle School began. I am one of them. Where I grew up, we started the first compulsory course in high school-military training activities. From then on, I started my high school life.

On the first morning of military training, it can be said that we participated in the military training ceremony happily, and then all the students attacked the camp on foot with their luggage. We feel very excited and happy in our hearts. But I haven't reached my destination yet, my feet are numb and sweat is streaming down my forehead. I am very tired, just like a child who likes to go to work with his parents.

When I arrived at the camp, my first impression was beauty, especially beautiful buildings and beautiful trees. There, the environment is beautiful, but in such a beautiful environment, we have to engage in military training activities. In the process of military training, the strict requirements of instructors, the training under the scorching sun and the tense gathering made us sour and bitter, and our squadrons were all strange comrades. Standing in the queue is like a falling star in the vast universe, and we can only bear the bitterness in our hearts silently. Although we want to talk to them, it is a bit difficult, just like between stars in the universe. This kind of mood is inevitably lonely, not because of loneliness, which reminds me of my distant home.

Parents at home are harder than themselves. For me, they have paid more hardships than me. What is the loneliness of military training? My parents are carrying hoes for my growth, regardless of the wind and rain. Facing the loess and facing the sky, day and night, digging fields and farming, making money for me, gaunt. It's dark now, too Maybe they just came home from the field with hoes! Think about it this way, it is not a taste to run through the whole body from the bottom of my heart.

If I hadn't started school so early, I wouldn't want to go to high school. I think I would definitely work with my parents.

Time slips away with homesickness. After two or three days of military training, I gradually became familiar with many people and made many friends. In the strict training of instructors, our squadron has also become a United and disciplined squadron, especially in the last day of military training performance. Although it was raining, we successfully finished the program, which showed our United team spirit. In the storm, we successfully completed the first lesson of high school study-military training, and left the camp-Chasangguo Station with a happy mood.

Looking back at Chasangguo Station and military training life, we can have fun in the bitter. After several days of military training, we gained a lot. Most importantly, through several days of military training, we have a better understanding of the inner meaning of collective spirit and team spirit, that is, unity and mutual assistance. I think the real purpose of military training is for this. I think I have grown up a lot these days. I will always keep in mind the spirit of taking pleasure in suffering and face the future study.

I think this military training will be a good memory in my future life, because it is a memorable mark in my life.