How to organize the fragmented information in your mind when writing a composition

1. About picking up the fragments of life, there are intermittent unfinished drafts in the draft box, which are all semi-finished products I wrote at will, and then I left them without careful consideration.

There are too many pieces and silk threads, which can't be piled up at sixes and sevens, just like me. Obviously, there are few words recently, because I feel that the words in my mind are slowly drifting away and gradually forgotten by me.

Like dandelion petals, so fragile, gently blow, instantly disappear. Facing their disappearance, Nuo Nuo tried to summon them with both hands, but he also pursued their disappearance blindly.

Eyebrows, chasing, waving, fatigue, stagnation, despair. What I saw went out and disappeared. I remembered that I was standing at the ends of the earth, hearing the soil sprout, waiting for the epiphyllum to bloom again ... I recalled Anne's words again in my mind, looking for and spreading sadness aimlessly.

Is there something wrong? Is there anything that we ignore and forget in our haste and confusion? Along the way, a long journey, thorns and thorns, no one knows the end of the road. The air is full of subtle fatigue, and the small source always makes people forget why they walked with their heads down and shoulders down for a long time.

And no one knows what the result is. Looking back today, I found that the great feat I can recall was only a fever for half a month.

The past was drowned in these trivial and ordinary things. Only the warm sunshine relaxing on the horizon, like a wadding of cotton, swells in the chest when it meets water, takes a leisurely nap in the sun, and a line of ants line up to walk around the corner and then disappear.

Yes, it seems natural and helpless. After a long period of unconsciousness, I realized briefly that I had lost those important pasts. And when my shallow consciousness found that my memory began to be incomplete and fragmented, I tended to take Leng Yan and sadness as the main colors and look on coldly the world except me.

In fact, we can doodle happily and easily, describe love and fairy tales, and build our own world with some old, beautiful or bright nouns and adjectives. But it is precisely because every time I try to capture it, there are always some sad memories that occupy my heart, leaving me too busy to take care of the rest of the good times.

I have read the Phoenix in western Hunan many times in books, and I envy being able to plunge into the fire at the moment of death. I can't help but sigh that life is like a fireworks, sometimes bright and sometimes desolate. We must grow and grow old in endless mediocrity. Youth is close at hand, but old age is not far away.

Like a snail, it is just an insignificant point in the eyes of others, and it keeps moving forward with a doomed attitude. Although it experienced many falls, it still began to move fatally. We should all leave something, because if we are not careful, we will change the world.

2. Combine the fragments in memory. The fragments in memory

I always listen to a sad song, a song that reminds me of many past events. With a hint of helplessness and a complicated mood, let me listen to this song all over in one night, listen, listen, many times, many times …

I will miss my memory in my addiction, maybe I will be sad, maybe I will give up, but I will continue, and then the next day, I will delete this song and forget my memory. Because, after all, some things can't be deposited in memory forever, but flying memory is eternal memory … because I am no longer a person living in memory …

I always meet that familiar street corner, because we once met a fork here. I turned left and you turned right.

Lonely me, lonely street corner, lonely lamp ...

After a few days, I thought about going back to the original point, but reason told us to have a rest, meet again, and then say goodbye in a greeting ... I don't expect so much, because I am no longer a person living in memory ... I will always stare at the blue sky and the dancing figure in the air! I always don't know what I'm thinking, but the trace floating in my heart at a certain moment can't outline the familiar picture, only a trace of inexplicable sadness can emerge! I know why I am sad, but I don't want to understand why I am sad. Because of me, I don't want to get a false lie! The past will eventually pass, and no amount of sadness will repeat itself. There will still be expectations in the future ... I am not really fallen, because I have fallen, and I have no time to look back! If not, then why are you so persistent? You don't know yourself, and the life of indulging in money can't let you go! Perhaps, people will always become a * * * in some ways. ...

Want to light a cigarette and see if the lingering trace is the calm I have been longing for? I want to have another glass of wine and have a look.

Will the confused eyes shake out heartbreaking tears again? I haven't shed tears for a long time, because I don't want to share my cowardice with you ...

Suddenly found himself very hypocritical. Why do I pretend to be indifferent, but my heart hurts badly? Maybe I'm not a qualified actor ...

The pain of memory has been broken bit by bit, and time will always show its power in front of us, but I don't know that wind and time are a group, because he blew away that love ... leaving me crying in situ. ...

Lost, lost, broken, I will find them again. Even though, I found that I would go back to the beginning …

Just, what should I do? I will never be a picky person, and a life without challenges is not a complete mystery. Even though you know, life is not just your own. ...

3. Pick up the growing fragments. Composition 680 Pick up the growing fragments? Life is always growing! I'll write an article "Recovering the Fragments of Childhood"!

Pick up the fragments of childhood.

One night, I had a whim to tidy my room and clean it thoroughly. I also found many childhood memories. It turned out that I was so innocent then. I can't help feeling my wonderful childhood. Childhood will not come back, but I still want to recall those things, those warm memories.

brooch

My hand was stabbed when I carried the heavy book out of the box. I can feel the rust on the needle because the tingling is too shallow.

That's a small brooch.

The traces of years are fully reflected in it. The original shiny diamond was covered with rust, and the lovely little silver bear became a rusty coffee bear.

I gently stroked the rust on the bear and pinned it on the new white sweater.

I stole this brooch from Zhang Chenfeng when I was seven years old. Zhang Chenfeng didn't let me go back, even though it was left by his mother, even though we just met.

Although he said he was not a stingy person, I still knew his disappointment.

I vowed to tell him that I would protect it and raise this lovely bear well. When I first got it, it was really beautiful. Maybe it's because of Zhang Chenfeng's love.

I really cherish it, but as time goes by, I don't know where I lost it.

I took off my brooch and found rust on my white sweater. I just smiled, perhaps, in this way, let me not forget.

{masterpiece}

Before, I just put everything in order, and there were many things I didn't find. I was surprised when I classified the books. I have so many books. Yes, I haven't opened it yet.

There are only 14 of China's four classical novels.

Various versions. Children's edition. Hardcover edition. Paperback edition. Classic edition. Cold fills my desk.

Looking at the thick classical version of A Dream of Red Mansions, I couldn't help laughing. This book was given to me by my father because I had just finished reading A Dream of Red Mansions, and it was about one centimeter thick.

Dad directly threw this five-centimeter-thick dream of red mansions to me. The words in it are definitely smaller than sesame seeds. My dad said that he had finished reading it anyway, so just give it to me. I looked through the books and posted a price, 8.5 yuan. No wonder you are so generous.

Come to think of it, it's 1 1 year old. It takes seven hours from impassioned singing of the national anthem to drinking drinks, chewing candy and sleeping while watching.

I haven't opened it since

I opened the book and read it with relish, but I still couldn't help feeling that it was very small at that time. In fact, this kind of book is the best. There are many things that are much more detailed than those children's editions.

{doll}

From the bottom of the drawer, I took out a doll.

The handwriting on it is very vague, but I know it is the name of a classmate in primary school through the handwriting.

When I saw the doll, there must be some black lines in the shape of cherry balls on my head.

My innocence followed me to primary school.

I still remember being wronged and afraid to say it. I found a doll, wrote the names of my classmates, and used all the tricks I could think of on the doll. Just didn't pour pepper water into its mouth.

In fact, it's no big deal, just naive at that time. It's funny to think about it now.

The cicada on the banyan tree by the pond is calling for summer.

Only butterflies stop on the swing beside the playground.

The teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still chirping and writing hard.

Waiting for class, waiting for school, waiting for childhood games.

There is everything in the welfare society, except that there is not a dime in the pocket.

Zhuge Shiro and the Magic Party, who grabbed the sword?

Why haven't the girls in the next class passed my window yet?

Snacks in my mouth, cartoons in my hand, my first childhood.

No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain.

No one can tell me whether there are immortals living in the mountains.

How many days always a person staring at the sky in a daze.

So curious, so fantasizing about such a lonely childhood.

A little memory of childhood. Pick it up bit by bit.

4. Fragments of writing time: 600 words, forgotten eraser, diary without continuation, dusty globe, and occasionally picked up memories. Time is not old, we will not leave, even if the distance is far away, it will not change, and tomorrow is more worthy of our expectation. Sitting in front of the computer, listening to Yu's "Time is not old, we will not leave" thoughts have already flown to that time. & lt/p & gt；

Time is like water, leaving no one behind. Time passed and we walked together. We met in that vibrant and fresh summer, and now we can only miss you from those yellowed photos and pick up the fragments of time and the laughter that once reflected in our minds. That summer, there were no angels, no * * *, only faint nostalgia. & lt/p & gt；

I don't know when new buds have sprouted on the bare trunk of poplar trees outside the window. I know it's spring. The roadside is dotted with broken flowers, and a spring breeze blows and flies off the branches. The breeze has passed, and the fallen petals dissolve into beautiful faces and fall everywhere, but they do not scatter the shadow of memories behind them. Entering the spring four years ago, the warmth of spring spread to the earth, and the beauty of everything's recovery bloomed through the snow. At this moment when spring returns to the earth, fish jump into the sea and flowers bloom in the horizon. Choose a warm path, listen to the spring rain and watch the spring flowers. I couldn't help thinking, turned off my computer, grabbed my backpack from my chair, got on my bike and ran to the place where I had been with me for six years. & lt/p & gt；

Although my alma mater is not big, it carries the laughter of my childhood; Although my alma mater is not small, it can't carry my full thoughts. In the past six years, every smile, every tear, every story and every touch have been fixed in my mind. Strolling on the playground of the campus, the grass, trees, bricks and tiles here are so familiar; Once, the scene of our frolicking on the playground was still vivid; Today's classroom is empty, and by next June, the calendar will have been turned over for a year. Stepping on the stairs, standing at the door of the classroom, the familiar teacher, 6 1 class, pushed open the door of the classroom and walked into the classroom gently. The desk is covered with years of dust. I still remember that at that time, we would clean up at the beginning of school. We were very busy at that time. Even if we are tired after cleaning, we will still have a sweet smile on our faces when we look at the fruits of our labor. Going to the familiar blackboard newspaper, the blackboard is full of words, but I can't see Wei's beautiful square characters, powerful fonts and beautiful works by Simon and Lele anymore; This is the happy scene of our blackboard newspaper. & lt/p & gt；

Looking out of the window, I can see a piece of green. We used to be under the green forest, starting from here. I will never forget that day, and I will never forget everything that happened that day. Perhaps, it was the happiest and most unforgettable day for me in six years. Our whole class came to Wuhou Temple, one of the four saints in my hometown, where Zhuge Liang practiced. When we entered Wuhou Temple, we saw the famous Wolong Lake, a pool of clear spring water, and the budding lotus, just like the lotus fairy. When we saw these innocent children, we all seemed to blush. Butterflies danced among the flowers and seemed to welcome us. We sat on the lawn and talked to each other in the scorching sun. We didn't feel hot at all, only felt that a small warm current was coming at me. The teacher seems to have gone beyond just visiting and become a living wave of children playing with us. I want to laugh when I take a group photo, but I can't laugh. This is our first group activity, which means this is the last time. Friends who have been together for six years are about to part. I have never forgotten the time when everything has to end. The hope of that childhood was a time machine, and I could be happy all the way to the end without taking a breath. Dragonflies with beads walk through the forest, open any door and find you to travel with. The hope of that childhood is the time machine that you and I turned over, tatami. The taste is familiar, and all the memories are in Tinker Bell's pocket. Play the swing together tacitly.

Persistent sweetness in the wind. "Time Machine" sang my heart at that time and sang the innocence of my childhood. & lt/p & gt；

I will never forget the people you walked with, such as Vivi, Wan'er, Weier, Tintin, Lele, Corn, Ren Ren and Xiaohong. I will never forget the time I spent with you. Childhood friendship will accompany me through the ups and downs on the road to growth. Even if we are not together, our hearts are still the same as before!

5. Love hidden in the debris This is my first Spring Festival since you left. In this lively festival, we all try not to mention you, but we will always think of you unconsciously. We always feel that you have never left, still sitting quietly in front of the old house, smiling and listening to us.

Fireworks resounded through the world outside the window, and my heart was peaceful. Thinking of you, the past flashed in my mind, and the love hidden in time warmed my heart and moistened my eyes.

When I was a child, my parents worked outside, and I accompanied you. You and grandma brought me up. In the fourth grade of primary school, my parents transferred me to the county seat. Since then, I have gradually moved away from you and the old house. I forgot you in the city, and I didn't visit you on the grounds of academic pressure. During the holiday, my classmates and I wandered in the street. I was obsessed with romantic youth idol dramas. You called to ask me why I didn't come to your place. I said I had too much homework to do. You comfort me to study hard and don't worry about you. I had the cheek to say yes, and I'm glad I didn't have to miss the finale of this TV series. In summer, you rode your old bicycle at home and sent me a box of eggs more than twenty miles from your hometown to the county seat. I ate that box of eggs with a clear conscience, but I never thought about your efforts. At that time, you were 77 years old. I always travel around the world with my cousins when I visit you during the holidays, but I said I would accompany you. You always sit on the bench at the door. In the warm sunshine, you looked at us from a distance and smiled.

I went to your place last summer vacation, and I was admitted to the university. You are very happy and told me to study hard. School is about to start. I'm leaving. You looked at me with sad eyes and asked when you could come again. I said with a smile that I will bother you again on National Day! You smiled and nodded and told me that I must visit you on National Day, and I agreed. A few days after school started, you had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and left me forever without leaving a word. Do you blame me for not visiting you often? Didn't we say goodbye on National Day? You went, your children and grandchildren gathered at your bedside, you closed your eyes and left forever. He left quietly without saying a word.

During the Spring Festival, I saw every family posting Spring Festival couplets and thought of you again. Before, when you were there, all the Spring Festival couplets were written on your door. Powerful words set off a lively atmosphere, which is very glorious. Now, there is no chance to post your Spring Festival couplets. The Chinese New Year is coming. My aunt asked my grandmother what to buy for the New Year. She cried. I know, she misses you. Every new year, you always tell her what to buy. Now, you're gone, leaving her alone. The more lively, the more I think of when you were here. Grandma cried, our eyes were moist, and my uncle smoked and said nothing. In the silent room, we all thought of you. If only you were still here!

The passage of time urges us to grow up and face the reality. In the past, your warm smile and bright eyes will be imprinted in my heart forever. Those love hidden in time, quietly treasured in my heart, always warm me.

6. Pick up the debris in your life. Although the emergency bridge is strong, it has collapsed. Although the road is vicissitudes, it is dilapidated; The street used to be prosperous, but it has been demolished; Although the alley is far away, it is dilapidated. The only constant is the string of footprints left by that life.

That day, the sun was shining outside the window, and the breath of spring was everywhere, but I was left at home by my parents to clean up the house. But then the unexpected photo album made all my troubles disappear.

Opening the photo album, I saw my sweaty and exhausted father carrying me home. It was after I was hit by a bike that my father carried me back from the hospital. The scene at that time was still vivid. The hospital was closed at night, but my father insisted on treating me, so he called an acquaintance to open the hospital door. It was winter, but the sweat on my father's face could be counted.

Later, every time I heard the sound of a bicycle, my heart would be touched.

I opened the photo album and gained a good impression.

Open the photo album and see my friends and I smiling and holding trophies on the podium. In the hot summer, in order to win the game, we insisted on training and our ankles were scarred. Students quarreling about different tactics have a cold war. However, on the court, we have long forgotten all the grievances and forgiven each other. When the game went to the last twenty-four seconds, we were only one point short of our opponent. We were extremely nervous at that time. When I hesitated to pass the ball to my partner, he jumped up, shot and hit. Suddenly, hundreds of decibels of cheers rang out instantly, and every member of our team had a smile on his face.

When everyone was holding trophies and flowers, the quarrel had been forgotten. We have learned that only when we experience setbacks can we have the courage to succeed. We cast the nectar of success with hard sweat, the rainbow of hope with lofty ideals and the iron wall of youth with persistent pursuit. This is our common name, youth.

I gained friendship by opening the photo album.

My eyes blurred when I opened the last page of the photo album. Tears soaked my eyes. This is a picture of the teacher and his classmates together. This makes me unforgettable four years of deep feelings. When I was confused, the teacher helped me; When I was depressed and disappointed, the teacher encouraged me; The teacher taught me when I was stubborn and made mistakes. All good things must come to an end, and separation is common. But this relationship is eternal! This emotional flower is unforgettable. At noon, I always come to your office and listen to your careful guidance. You never do anything perfunctory, but you always do your best. I will always remember the kindness of my tireless teacher.

I opened the photo album and gained the feelings between teachers and students.

Although life is only a short moment, it is also long and rugged. Leaving the footprints of life, we will open the floodgates of memory and spread the wings of imagination. One day, we will meet in the forest and pick up the footprints of my family, so that life will not regret; The market is bustling and crowded. Pick up the footprints of our friendship and life will be complete. Blue sea and blue sky, pick up the footprints of our teachers and students, the value of life can be truly realized, and people's yearning for life can be truly satisfied.

7. Junior high school composition "Fragments of Memory" Fragments of memory

I'm used to you walking side by side with me, making me feel your existence and you belong to me. If I can stop time, I hope I can stop at that sweet moment, and I will dedicate my temperature to you without reservation.

At night, I stare at the night sky and wonder whether it was wrong or right to join hands at the beginning. In the sky after the rainstorm, the warm wind caressed me, just like you caressed my face. However, you are still like a rainbow. After the rainstorm, you were a flash in the pan, and then disappeared without a trace, leaving no clues to prove your existence.

One day, you said to me, "I'm sorry, I know the ending of my leaving, but I have to leave." It's not your fault, and it's not your fault. Please forgive me ... at the same time, I also said to you one day: I will not regret loving you when my soul dies, and I will never retreat ... Now, I close my eyes and recall. I touch your hair like a string. You looked up at me and said, "honey, don't be naughty now." I will play with you later. What if the wound is infected later? "I told you not to play, but you still played. Now you're okay. You hurt yourself. Do you want to call again next time? I won't care if I play next time. " I smiled and said, "OK, I'll protect myself next time, so don't bother dressing my wound. Ok? " You immediately stood up and shouted at me, "Is there a next time? I don't want you to get hurt. Every time you make a decision, can you keep me in your heart and know that I am worried about you when you fight? do you know that or not？ Every time I dress your wound, I feel so distressed. Will you stop making me feel sorry for you and be nice to yourself? I don't want to see you in the hospital one day. Can you consider it from my point of view? " At that time, you know? I'm so touched. You have never been angry with others, never told me what you think, and never yelled at me so loudly. However, because of a fight injury, you are angry with me for the first time: because of a fight injury, I know what is in your heart; because of a fight injury, I know that every time you bandage my wound, my heart is bleeding; It was because of a fight injury that I knew that when I was "fighting bloody battles" in the crowd, someone in the distance had been worried about me. .....................................................................................................................................

The little finger is still wearing the black tail ring you gave me, and the black covers the finger and shines heartbreakingly. I don't know when the tail ring, like our feelings, had a small crack. The tail ring is cracked. I can buy another one, but our relationship has been torn apart. Can we buy another one? Why do I always feel that I can't hold on? My mind is full of her vague figure. That summer, she lay in my arms crying; That summer, I would bow my head and kiss her; That summer, she would take my arm and walk bravely all the time.

Who will lie in my arms crying this summer? Who am I going to kiss with my head down this summer? This summer, who will take my arm and walk bravely? ....................................................................................................................................................................

At this point, the heart began to break.

8. Write a composition 1 to pick up warm debris. 1 The article picks up warm fragments.

In the story of "wits and wits" staged every day, those children who make trouble often inadvertently let us gain warmth. They are like pieces of glass scattered on the ground, simple and small, crystal clear and pure.

It was a teacher's day. I just finished a graduating class and am giving students homework. Suddenly a figure flashed out at the door of the classroom. It's Dan. The boy who always lingers on the edge of the passing line and is particularly forgetful, grows taller and looks at me with a giggle. "Ha ha, teacher, let me look at you!" When my heart is hot, a warm current comes to my mind. Remember, what makes me proud is not Xia, Yu and other outstanding students, but him who cooks a small stove every day! At that moment, I tasted a taste called warmth!

On that day, beginning of autumn received a health message, Tanabata, China's Valentine's Day, and an ambiguous message with the same strange number. who is it? When school started, I opened the home-school contact book and suddenly realized it was Lynn! A well-known figure in the school, lacking a good tutor, smart but full of ruffian spirit, use grandpa's mobile phone to forward text messages to me! During a break, I pretended to ask casually, and there was an unnatural flash in her eyes and she denied it. Hehe, play dumb with me! In fact, I am happy because there is a concern in her harassment.

Or Lin, because I don't pay attention to hygiene, I often suck my fingers in my mouth. Other children didn't want to sit at the same table with her, so I had to let her sit in the front row alone. Sometimes in order to help me correct my homework, I say to her, "My seat is next door!" " "I didn't think she really remembered. That day, I came into the classroom with a handbag in one hand and a pile of homework in the other, and saw the podium full of new books that had not been issued yet. In a hurry, Lin's voice shouted, "Teacher Cao, your seat!" " "As he spoke, he smacked the pens and notebooks scattered on the table to make room for more than half of the table for me. Hehe, son, didn't I dislike you and touch you? In fact, your kind nature touched me and made a teacher feel what warmth is again.

As a teacher, you can harvest while walking, pick up warm fragments all the way, and feel warm in your heart. ...

Love is the essence of education; Love, let the warmth continue.

Sixth grade: Gu Shikai

Second, pick up the warm debris.

In the story of "wits and wits" staged every day, those children who make trouble often inadvertently let us gain warmth. They are like pieces of glass scattered on the ground, simple and small, crystal clear and pure.

It was a teacher's day. I just finished a graduating class and am giving students homework. Suddenly a figure flashed out at the door of the classroom. It's Dan. The boy who always lingers on the edge of the passing line and is particularly forgetful, grows taller and looks at me with a giggle. "Ha ha, teacher, let me look at you!" When my heart is hot, a warm current comes to my mind. Remember, what makes me proud is not Xia, Yu and other outstanding students, but him who cooks a small stove every day! At that moment, I tasted a taste called warmth!

On that day, beginning of autumn received a health message, Tanabata, China's Valentine's Day, and an ambiguous message with the same strange number. who is it? When school started, I opened the home-school contact book and suddenly realized it was Lynn! A well-known figure in the school, lacking a good tutor, smart but full of ruffian spirit, use grandpa's mobile phone to forward text messages to me! During a break, I pretended to ask casually, and there was an unnatural flash in her eyes and she denied it. Hehe, play dumb with me! In fact, I am happy because there is a concern in her harassment.

Or Lin, because I don't pay attention to hygiene, I often suck my fingers in my mouth. Other children didn't want to sit at the same table with her, so I had to let her sit in the front row alone. Sometimes in order to help me correct my homework, I say to her, "My seat is next door!" " "I didn't think she really remembered. That day, I came into the classroom with a handbag in one hand and a pile of homework in the other, and saw the podium full of new books that had not been issued yet. In a hurry, Lin's voice shouted, "Teacher Cao, your seat!" " "As he spoke, he smacked the pens and notebooks scattered on the table to make room for more than half of the table for me. Hehe, son, didn't I dislike you and touch you? In fact, your kind nature touched me and made a teacher feel what warmth is again.

As a teacher, you can harvest while walking, pick up warm fragments all the way, and feel warm in your heart. ...

Love is the essence of education; Love, let the warmth continue.

9. The composition picks up the fragments in life. In a gust of wind, I saw a purer Chinese New Year atmosphere! Scents of fragrance came to my face, and the return of birds followed.

After eating delicious jiaozi, I rushed outside to watch them shoot. Maybe I came too early. There was almost no one outside, but after a while, the old people, children, men and women all came like a fair, and the gun boxes were moved out one after another. There was a deafening cannon, and then all the cannons fired!

Colorful fireworks fly into the air, some like blooming peony flowers, some like golden autumn chrysanthemums, some like delicate winter jasmine flowers, some like white snowflakes ... Beautiful fireworks seem to show us the beauty of the whole year at this moment!

Several of us pointed to that and said this, and our eyes were flooded. With a ray of silver snow cannon, we slowly rose to the bright sky, and we also entered the paradise of memories. We thought of last year's New Year's Eve, and we were watching fireworks. Suddenly, the fireworks platform fell down and we ran to the alley, but when we turned around, the fireworks were still so beautiful! I stopped.

Our partners talked loudly and recalled the past while watching fireworks.

The Spring Festival party started and we rushed home.