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Composition: About writing unforgettable things.

In the eyes of others, I am a very obedient "good girl". However, the "good girl" made a serious mistake-skipping class!

My parents are very strict with me and attach great importance to my school, so at this stage of their business, when the economic conditions are not very affluent, they signed me up for an English class. During my study in English class, my English scores were also good. Later, I was tired of the teacher's teaching and always felt that the classroom atmosphere was too serious, so I made an unexpected move-skipping class!

That day, I pretended to be a hypocrite and went to class. I turned a corner on the road and went to my classmate's house to play. To tell the truth, I was very upset at that time. Actually, I should have thought of the result a long time ago.

Murder will out. That night, it was terrible, too I pushed my bike and trudged home. Arriving at the door, there was a noise in the room. Is it a disagreement between mom and dad? Isn't that right? How to mention me: "This doll is really a big liar!" "Hum, 100% trust is what you get!" I knew what was going on then. I want to hide, but this is not the way. Now that I have done it, I should face it frankly and I will go in. Well, the English teacher called my mother tonight and said that I was.

My mother got angry when I didn't go to class and called my father again. Then my parents came back together. When my mother saw me coming back, she angrily told me to stand and criticize me, while my father sighed. I know, mom and dad are heartbroken now, and I deserve to be scolded. Even if my mother beat me very firmly, I am willing, not to mention my mother just criticized me! But this is worse than hitting me! Tears poured out and fell on the cold ground and my trembling hands. Believe it or not, it's really my tears of repentance and loss. ...

The next day, my father personally took me to apologize to the English teacher. I also talked to the teacher, and the teacher forgave me. My hanging heart has finally fallen!

After this incident, I secretly made up my mind: "I must correct my shortcomings, make up for my shortcomings, and maintain good moral character in the future!" " "

Remember an unforgettable thing in military training?

Shortly after the beginning of this semester, the sixth-grade students of Paulownia Primary School had a military training in huaiyuan town, Chongzhou. There are too many exciting things, happy things and sad things in this military training, which have turned into small streams and entered my memory, making people memorable! One thing seems to have stayed in my mind for a long time.

On this day, as night falls, there are stars in the sky, accompanied by a burst of cool breeze. I was lucky enough to experience the military game. Our teams sat face to face, and our "crooked neck" coach taught us how to sing mysteriously, for fear of being heard by other teams. Look at that team again. All the students don't talk, but they can clearly hear the sound of cricket. Although our coach trained us like a fair Bao Gong, we begged for mercy again, and he told us to keep training without blinking an eye. But now it has changed, teaching us to play songs is still the same, and a team is ready to go. What about us? But it was a mess, and everyone gathered around the coach to listen to him talk about how to play this song. At this time, a team came first, only to hear a powerful voice shouting: "Come on, come on, come on." We did not show weakness, shouting "Come on, Team One!" At this time, the coach of the first team also joined in, yelling at the second team not to sing like what? They shouted "Monk" ho! Our second team was about to call them back, and the coach told us not to shout. I thought to myself, why? When we heard the other team calling Team Two, we panicked. The coach said, "Don't panic! We are cultivating the spirit! " Coach Zi Wai shouted "Unity is strength" and began to sing. We just stopped singing, and I thought, What's the matter? Stop singing! "The neck is crooked" says whether there is a team coming, "watermelon skin, winter melon skin" and "shame on you if you don't sing! Hey! It turns out that the coach asked us to sing a song, even if we sang one, let them sing because we sang it! Coach really has a way. We are all full of energy, and one team doesn't buy it. The "acne" instructor (where we sat) shouted "Is the second team singing well?" "Well, I'm surprised. How can they praise us? What are they doing? " The second team has ten and eight. Do you want to "and" yes " Alas, the weasel is not kind either. Happy New Year to the chicken! In this way, we don't give in to each other or show weakness. The moon in the sky looks at us peacefully, and the stars are our loyal audience. We shouted loudly and reflected in the sky, as if to let the sky tell everyone about our military life.

This time, we enhanced our friendship. Finally, we didn't judge whether we won or lost. Countless drops of water merged into the sea. The simple sentence "Unity is strength" is my greatest feeling in the song. The La Ge Contest added luster to the troops, which I will never forget!

"Wow" the glass broke, and then I heard the sound of falling to the ground. As a result, the students surrounded the glass window.

"The glass is broken!" -A big surprise.

"The glass is broken." It doesn't matter.

"Hee hee, the glass is broken?" -Curious.

"ah! The glass is broken. " Afraid.

"Who did it?" The aunt who swept the corridor asked. My heart fell like a stone, and I trembled with fear. Run quickly to the classroom. Then, the "detective" teacher Li sent by the principal arrived. Teacher Li's face fell and asked, and I knew it was not good. Stand up and be interrogated.

It turned out that this was done by a student who couldn't stand setbacks. It's a little embarrassing to think of it. It was after the second class, I saw several students kicking a "ball" that I don't know who invented-kneading a ball with waste paper and then sticking it with tape, which can become our "ball". I felt itchy and kicked. I just shot a penalty, but the ball missed. I was not convinced and decided to play next time. Soon, it was my turn again, so I stared at the ball and tried my best. I flew out as soon as I closed my eyes and heard "Wow-". When I was still in the dark, I looked intently and found that the glass of the conference room was broken by me with that so-called "ball". I don't believe that paper balls can break glass. So, I ran away ...

"What if the teacher finds out? What if mom is angry? What if the headmaster catches me? What should I do to give the class a dark night? ..... "I started a fierce ideological struggle:" Admit or pretend? ...... ""Just then, Miss Li came ... I came to the classroom from the principal's office with two red lanterns hanging on my face. On the whole, it is probably like the "monkey's ass" that Xue Zijun said. I regret it very much: "parents spend hard-earned money, and teachers have no face." "Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine can save things.

Next, I can only accept the reality frankly, but my heart can only be bitter and sour, especially for my parents and teachers. This lesson will remind me all my life: "think ahead, do what you can, and don't rush it." At the same time, I also appeal to my classmates: take my lessons as an example and don't make such mistakes as mine again.

The most unforgettable thing in life is not necessarily the Covenant of life and death. It is often a seemingly dull lock, but it will linger tightly in the corner of memory.

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Pushkin once said: "Everything that has passed away will become a kind memory."

It's not that there is too little friendship, but it has grown so big that I accidentally lost it. But the only thing that really impressed me forever was my friendship with him. He is my classmate in junior high school. He is often laughed at by his classmates because of his poor grades. Some boring classmates even made up songs to scold him. Naturally, rumors about him spread all over the class, which is why we finally broke up.

skate

Although his grades are not good, he is rational. Never do anything that violates class discipline. So the teacher never looked down on him because of his poor grades, but he never paid attention to him. So he stayed in the class for three years in obscurity. The teacher will write the word "care" in the comments at the end of each semester. I don't know if the teacher has nothing to write to him, or if he donates generously every time. I sympathize with him, but he thinks this is the only appreciation of his teacher, and he tries harder to show himself in every donation. Every time he donates, he is the person who donates the most, far exceeding anyone in the class.

He is very kind to me, really good! But I didn't cherish it, and even took his kindness to me for granted. I regret it, but it is too late to regret it! He was the first boy to call me beautiful in the first thirteen years of my life. The first boy to ask me out to play; The first boy who let me bully him; The first boy to send me home; The first boy to hold my hand; The first boy who likes me; My first very good friend ...

I didn't transfer to our class until the second day of junior high school. I was unknown in my class at first, and I was a nobody. It was not until the first math exam after school that I was noticed by my teachers and classmates, because I got the third place in my class. At this time, I began to have friends and got to know him.

I remember the first time we went out to play and he asked me out. That night, we skated at the eagle skating rink. Because I haven't skated for more than a year, my movements are a bit clumsy. He followed me closely for fear that I would fall. Naturally, I was embarrassed, so I quickly hid to one side and held the railing down. After watching it, he smiled and slid to my side, gently holding my elbow to help me get familiar with the skating movements. The accident happened. I slipped and slipped. I lost my balance and was about to fall. I grabbed his hand in a panic. It was the first time I held hands with him, and it was also the first time I held hands with a boy. At that time, my hands were cold and I felt the heat coming from his hands.

From the second half of the first semester of senior two to the end of the second semester of senior two, we have a good relationship and feel like-minded. Occasionally we quarrel, but he always smiles and says, "quarreling can enhance feelings." But the sky will not always be clear, and there will be clouds or storms occasionally. Just like our friendship, there won't be beautiful smiles everywhere, but troubles will always sting and bring us different expressions.

mischief

After grade three, our relationship began to deteriorate, all because of rumors. Although the relationship became tense in the third grade, he was still very kind to me, but I ignored him at that time. One thing that happened during that time still haunts me today.

At noon that day, the eldest brother I met in class asked a girl in our class for a beautiful big bag, cut it off and turned it into a funny little vest. Because the size of the bag is limited. Brother said he wanted to find a thin classmate to wear, so I thought of him at that time (he is the thinnest boy in our class). I tried my best to ask my eldest brother for a bag, so I turned to him and asked him to help me put it on. He refused, saying that the sweater he was wearing was ugly and might not be worn. I begged for a while, but he still refused, saying that he would wear it for me before studying at night. Because he goes home in the afternoon, he can take off his sweater inside. I had to agree to take my bag and play somewhere else.

In the evening, I still remember our agreement. I ran to find him. The sweater he was wearing at noon was really not worn, and he agreed to pack it for me to see. I didn't think about anything at that time, so I put a bag on him and laughed while watching, while he just sat at the table and was at my mercy. It was just after New Year's Day, and the fake braids left by female students in the class were still in the classroom. I borrowed it and put it on him, so that he could touch his braid and laugh like a little woman. At that time, someone asked him, "How did you make her do this?" He just smiled and said, "No matter what she does, no matter what she does. I'll let her do it this time. " I laughed at his funny appearance. The classmates in the class also laughed. Later, when the class was too noisy, he took off his braid and schoolbag.

Things passed with our friendship, but they left a deep impression on my mind.

I just wanted to have some fun for myself and didn't care about his feelings. He refused to wear it at first because he was afraid of losing face in class. At night, in order to make me happy, he put down his face and let me play casually Just to meet my friend's unreasonable demands, he is willing to take off his sweater and endure the biting cold on winter nights. Just to make friends like me happy! Looking back now, I think it was really too much. How can I treat him like that?

recall

I remember that he has put up with my unreasonable troubles n times, and his toys are always "exploited" by me first when they arrive at school. He has always been a famous "cheapskate" in his class, but he invited me to dinner many times and gave me a lot of things. He once gave me a small bottle full of wishing sand. He gave it to me in the name of his five-year-old sister. I don't know what happened. But I remember wishing sand for love was very popular at that time. I was surprised and blushed when I received it. When I got home, I opened the bottle cap and let the sand go with the wind.

In retrospect, maybe I thought too much! But years swept the bottle of sand into the wind and blew it into my heart. I will always remember him. I put water in the bottle, hoping that the water can convey my heart to him for me and let him keep me in his heart.

As the junior high school graduation exam approaches, our relationship is getting worse and worse. Because someone kept saying the wrong thing in my ear, I finally made a swing plant. I don't know whether he faces the same situation. In the final analysis, it is all my fault, because I trust others too easily, and I ruined this friendship myself.

After the senior high school entrance examination, everyone went their separate ways. He didn't get into high school, but I barely got into No.3 middle school. I remember the last time I saw him was when the freshman class had a New Year's Party. That night, after hosting two programs, I wanted to go downstairs and do some shopping. I saw him as soon as I went out, and we looked at each other speechless. When I went upstairs after shopping, I saw him standing there again. We just looked at each other and waited for a while. I hurried into the classroom and sat in it. I wanted to wash away the spiritual shock he gave me with a lively atmosphere. But I found I couldn't do it. I hurried out to look for him, only to find that he was scolding me when I got out of the classroom, and I became timid. I couldn't sit still in the classroom. I went out to look for him three minutes later. But he's gone. He left. I looked downstairs. He's not here. ...

I sent him n messages on QQ this summer, but there was no reply. Maybe he didn't see it; Maybe he really won't forgive me! I know it was my carelessness that hurt him. A corner of his heart is empty, fragmented and permanently disabled.

I regret it and want to tell him: "You are the best friend I have made in my life. It is my best friend. " But this friendship has been like the broken glass in the room when I was a child. All the cracks that were invisible before became the lines of blooming flowers, scattered, and then broken into pieces bit by bit and fell. disappear ......

postscript

Occasionally, I think of him. That feeling struck my mind violently and persistently. I think I can't escape, but I can only release myself. But some memories can't be expressed in words. I'm afraid I'll become a tearful person when I reach the climax. So I tried to suppress my feelings, so this article is so simple, but tears still rushed out of my eyes, slid across my face, dripped on the paper, and then passed away with the wind bit by bit. Even though this article is not perfect, it is enough to soothe my soul and fill the gap between me and him.

No, we are all right, but meeting the right person at the wrong time can only be a sigh. I hope he can read this article and forgive me. I really want to see him again. I smiled and asked him, Are you all right? ...