Childhood is only once in life, but for me, childhood has become a permanent memory.

Childhood is happy.

I still remember that time, in the spring of March, the sun was shining, and my brothers and sisters flew kites together. The breath of spring permeates the whole earth, and even the whole person seems to be sprouting.

We let one person lead the kite and the other person run happily with the string. Maybe I'm too young to run with the wind all the time, and I don't know if I don't know how to let go, or I hope that little kite can take me to the sky?

Although my brother scolded me many times, I still smiled and seemed to be carried away by happiness. Finally, the kite was put in the sky by us, and we ran happily and laughed.

Tired, we lie on the grass and look at the sky to tell others our greatest ideal. Although I didn't speak. But silly, I still grin to express my happiness and enjoy the happy time with everyone.

Childhood is also accompanied by sadness.

Grandpa and I were the best when we were children. He told me stories, took me to buy my favorite litchi, and took me out to play every summer vacation. But that day, grandpa went back to his hometown to take care of Tynan with grandma. When I heard the news, I thought I could never play with my grandfather again. I cried. I cried the most painfully and sadly. I didn't get up for several days, and everyone advised me. After a while, I recovered and began to adapt to my new life.

But at that time, I was a child, I couldn't play anything, and I couldn't be happy. In other words, I still can't live without my grandfather. I just came a few days ago, and I began to miss my grandfather again, because at that time my grandfather was all my happiness, and I cried for him every day. But after a while, new playmates will erase my sadness and thoughts for me. But I clearly feel that no matter how long, a trace of sadness in my heart can't be erased.

However, how can we live a smooth and happy life forever? Even a carefree childhood will bring sadness. Because of sadness, I can feel the pain and try to overcome my sadness, so that I can gain motivation and regain the feeling of happiness.

Childhood has become my eternal memory. I will always keep that unique and beautiful childhood in my heart, always miss the good times of those years, find the motivation to move forward from that memory and enjoy a happy life.

2. Write an 800-word composition on the topic of thinking of others when you don't need it. Parents care most about their children. They think we are all theirs.

Caring is a kind of understanding. Caring makes us know how to cherish everything around us. Caring enriches every bit of our life. As a student, what do I care? What I care most about is what my mother once said to me, because these earnest words encouraged me, knocked on the door of my dream, and it was these words that started my journey of learning from Zheng.

Mother said, "You can't stand up and dance. You can sit down and play the piano." It is this sentence that reminds me.

So I thought of the zither with the sound of nature, and I cried and laughed on the way to learn it, with a little sweetness in this bitterness. Fortunately, with the encouragement of my mother, I finally persisted.

During this period, many people laughed at me and satirized me, but I used them as a kind of motivation to practice Zheng harder. I often recall my mother's gentle words in my mind, that is, "people should be responsible for their own choices."

Concern strengthened my determination. I think people can only have goals if they have dreams, and they can only go to the door of success if they have goals. Although I am not the best, I can do better.

There are also some unknown difficulties behind the sweet guzheng sound, which shocked my fragile heart. My mother saw that I was lost and said, "As long as a person has persistent determination and unremitting efforts, he will accomplish what he wants."

Then I remembered what Mencius said: "If heaven wants to be the great task of Sri Lankan people, it must first suffer its mind, train its bones and muscles, starve its body and skin, and empty its body, so that it can endure and get what it can't do." A word from my mother opened the way for me to learn Zheng, that is, the seventh session. Zheng was made for me, and I was born for Zheng! Swear to be responsible for your choice! Butterflies fly for them because they care about flowers, and flowers bloom for them in return; Butterflies are drunk for flowers, and flowers are dependent on butterflies.

Let love fill our hearts and enrich our lives.

3. Composition with the theme of missing, 800 words. It has been raining for the last few days, and the tide of boredom and boredom has come to mind. Lying in bed, I couldn't help thinking of a good friend of mine, Wang Cong.

This time last year, we were still having a good time together. Now I'm thinking about him. What is he doing now? Is he happy now? ……

Now I think of Wang Cong, alas! What a miss! Last spring, his parents came to do business with us, and he followed them and lived near my home. At that time, we hit it off very well together, and there were endless words. We go to school together, study together, go to school together, play together, and never part for a moment. We can call it inseparable brothers!

I clearly remember our appointment at that time. In this summer vacation, we all bought bicycles, rode bicycles together, climbed mountains together, and ... However, this spring, his father went to other places to do business and took him away. Now we don't even have a chance to meet. Friend, do you remember me? Are you still waiting for me to ask you to play ...

I'm bored now. My neighbors are all children. They won't play with me, let alone ride a bike with me. I really hope that Wang Cong is here, so we will have endless words to talk about some topics that we all like.

I miss him very much, and I remember having problems with him at that time. I regret it very much I regret why we clashed at that time. I really shouldn't. If I could do it all over again, I would definitely have a good time with him.

I not only miss him, but also miss a place we often go to-the square. There, we often play chess, skateboarding and badminton ... it seems to be our home. We are not at home at all. We often sit together and eat snacks and share our snacks. When we are tired, we will lie on the fitness equipment and sleep. I remember that time we fell asleep on it and came home late. My mother came to see us.

Ah! How happy we were then! I miss it very much. I thought we had an appointment. After the last holiday, we went hiking by bike together. We have an appointment, and no one will break our promise. But where is Wang Cong now? Can he go?

Wang Cong, I miss you very much. I used to feel that there was no affection between our children and I didn't know what affection was. But now I've changed my mind. I think nothing can replace family ties. I know what missing is. Maybe it's because I grew up that I have so many feelings.

Wang Cong, I often miss you silently, my friend! When can I see you again? Maybe I'll never see you again in my life!

4. Write an 800-word composition with thinking as the topic. If the winter snow dyes the earth white, the spring breeze will definitely blow the fields green; If the spring breeze blows the fields green, the summer rain will certainly moisten and water the seedlings; If the summer rain nourishes the seedlings and grows sturdily, the sunshine will definitely dye the wheat fields yellow; If the golden wheat field appears in front of your eyes, autumn frost will definitely turn it red, which is the law of seasonal change; If you are young now, years will definitely make your temples white and walk hard. No one can escape this rule. This is the law of life cycle; People will not be young forever, but will be in a hurry for decades. Time makes people old. We must admit that time is limited and no one can do everything.

If ants want to eat an elephant, they must eat it bit by bit and do the same thing. If they want to accomplish everything and realize all their dreams, they must be down-to-earth, start from bit by bit, start from now, and turn themselves into activists with the will, courage and confidence of ants to eat elephants.

Most people who lack mobility are naive and like to wait for things to happen naturally. They naively think that others will care about their affairs. In fact, others are not interested in them except themselves, and people are only interested in their own affairs. Only by relying on oneself can a person live up to himself and increase his chances of controlling his destiny.

The most frustrating thing in life is that there are too many things to do. The result is that you don't have enough time to do it. It's that you think that everything has many steps, and you are shocked by the emotions that you can't do, so that you can't do anything. The real basis for people to judge your ability is not how much you have in your mind, but your actions. People trust people who are down-to-earth, and they will think: If this person dares to speak and do, you must know the best way. I have never heard of anyone being praised for not disturbing others, not taking actions or doing things and waiting for orders from others. To have the habit of doing things now, the most important thing is to have a proactive spirit, get rid of the habit of being lazy, be determined to be a proactive person, be brave in doing things, and never wait until everything is ready. Nothing is absolutely perfect. You don't need special wisdom or skills to cultivate the habit of doing things.

Do it now, and you will reach the other side of success; Only by working hard can we get the joy of victory; Only when you really pay, you will get something; Only by constant pursuit can we taste a strong and mellow life. Opportunity will not always be a farmer who loves to wait for a rabbit. Those who successfully despise the giants of language, the dwarfs of action, and those who taste the fruits of victory are often those who aim high. It is not a warrior who only raises his sword and does not dare to fight. It is not a good soldier who only shouts and does not charge. Those who only shout slogans and do not act will only lead a mediocre life.

Perhaps, you have struggled all your life and have not reached the other side of success; Perhaps, you have climbed all your life, but you have not reached the ideal peak. At that time, you may lose confidence and doubt your ability. At this time, you should tell yourself that everyone has failed. No matter how much preparation you have made in advance and how long you have thought about it, it is inevitable that you will make mistakes when you really start doing it. An injured matador is not necessarily a warrior, but he who dares to face defeat is not necessarily a hero.

The road of life, don't need to do too much preparation. As long as you move forward firmly, the road will extend under your feet and form a good habit of doing it now. This habit is like a rope twisted by countless thin threads. If we do one or more things we want to do every day, the rope will get thicker and stronger, and finally it will be too thick to break. This rope will lead us to the peak we want to climb.

I hope each of us has such a rope.

I often think of my grandmother in 800 words.

The flash of the stars illuminates the eternal memory-my grandmother's inscription.

Snow in winter covers the world. At dawn, I was half asleep, rubbing my sleepy eyes and struggling to get up and get ready to wash. It was freezing, and the cold wind stabbed the window, shivering and making a "zi zi" sound. Grandma also got up in a hurry, forgot to wash her hair, put on a cotton-padded jacket, closed the door and left to get me milk.

It's like this every day, and there is still a long way to drink milk. I looked at my grandmother through the window, and my figure stood forever, walking in the snow, forming a winding footprint under my feet. But she never stopped.

I once asked, "Does Grandma never feel tired?" Her almond eyes are gentle, and she smiled and said, "I'm tired, but if I can't get milk, my heart will be more tired." I have never been touched, but when I saw this scene, it was like a touch of sunshine shining warmly on my heart through the shadows of trees.

Maybe it's time to smell the incense. Grandma is back. Her clothes are wrapped in milk, and she wants the milk to heat up in advance. She didn't move so fast and steadily when she went out, and slowly came to the kitchen.

I followed her to the kitchen, but she took the pot, filled it with water, fired it, and put milk in it. She is willing to go through all these troubles, but refuses to put it in the microwave oven. That turn was in steaming advanced equipment. She said that the microwave oven has a large radiation, which is bad for milk. She was afraid that it would affect my health. I saw her face, and every inch of her skin was frozen stiff without any anger. When you talk about me, there is a faint smile on your mouth.

But with me, I am willing to look at my grandmother's face, listen to her telling me and enjoy the warmth of being cared for.

Sometimes grandma sees how big the fire is on the stove, looks at whether the water in the pot is boiling, feels whether the milk is hot, or often sits and watches, silent for a long time.

The heat of the fire filled the kitchen without a chill. Warm, I don't know why, full of a lot of heat, but not dry. I've never felt before. What time? A drop of warm tears silently scratched on the face, so serene and soft.

The warmth of the room turned into a silent touch behind me.

Why bother to remember? The light of one's love is projected from the silent back, radiated from the plain words and revealed from trivial actions. This warm memory of my grandmother and I was stored in sporadic words and deeds as early as the snow.

Thousands of stars lit up the night in a touching moment. I often think of my grandmother, and that moment that can never be erased is fixed in every shining star.

PS: I wrote it myself. It is ok to choose materials, but I feel that the topic is not in place. You can deduce the key words of the composition topic at the beginning or the end.

I will write 800 words when I think of that, and I will regret when I think of that.

In my primary school life, I experienced many unforgettable things. Some things are inspiring, some things are thought-provoking, some things are interesting ... there is one thing I will never forget!

That happened in the second grade.

One sunny morning, I came to school humming a song and stepping on a flat path. As soon as I got to school, I heard that the math final exam was going to be handed out. I am extremely nervous! The students talked about it one after another, and some said, "Xu Hang in our class must be the first again!" Someone said, "Zhang Haoxuan must be ...". After listening to my classmates, I thought: Will I get more than 90, more than 80 or more than 70? Will I be praised or criticized by my parents? The more I think about it, the more nervous I get. My legs are numb and my hands are shaking.

"Teacher Wang is coming with a paper!" I don't know who shouted, but the students immediately sat down and waited patiently and anxiously for the teacher to announce the result.

"Liu nine point five; Serina Liu ninety-nine points; Zhao Kangyu ... "Teacher Wang said softly. However, when I heard "Huang Yuanli 99.5." At that time, my uneasy mood suddenly relaxed and my heart was filled with joy. I thought to myself: Mom and Dad won't criticize me any more! I am happy and alive, like a lively and lovely little white rabbit. I left school and ran home without even correcting my mistakes.

When I got home, I told my parents my scores and showed them the papers. However, to my surprise, they praised me first and then criticized me.

Dad stroked my head and said to me kindly, "Lili, did you do well in the exam?" Keep trying! Try to get a hundred points in the exam. "When I heard this sentence, my heart was filled with joy, sweeter than eating honey, and I thought: I finally waited for my parents to praise me.

However, my mother said seriously, "Lili, look at this problem you have done." Really wrong! " "At this time, I thought to myself: You are not satisfied with the test score of 99.5, and the requirements are too high! Is there anything wrong with such a small question worth mentioning? Still so powerful, hum! It's also true.

"From an early age, we should form a good habit of being serious and careful. Carelessness will not only bring trouble to your study and life, but also cause more harm when you join the job. " Mother said earnestly: "If scientists make a mistake in a decimal point because of carelessness, our satellites and rockets will not rise to the sky;" If the doctor is not careful, it will bring life danger to the patient ... "

After listening to my mother's words, guilt and regret swept over my heart, shaking like electricity, and my face was as red as cooked shrimp. Through this incident, I know: no matter what you do, you should not be careless, you must be careful, so that you can do everything well.

7. I want an essay on the topic (why do I always think of you). Why do I always think of you?

I don't know when it started. I once imagined your distant smile on a quiet night. In my feeling, you always have a gentle and elegant temperament. You should be enthusiastic, but you are not good at performance. You should be mature and introverted, but sometimes you may be a hero.

The affection between us is far and near, deep and shallow, and no one understands it, even myself, but I have always treasured it as the most precious thing in my life. The sentence "Don't be too tired, pay attention to rest" made me miss it for a long time! Also touched me for a long time! In fact, I should control the spread of my inner feelings, but I didn't do it on purpose. I selfishly want to give myself some space and someone to spend it with me. ...

In this world, the definition of feelings is too shallow and narrow. In fact, there are many souls who don't need too many languages, and it is easy to find mutual appreciation in a tacit understanding. I thought about meeting you. No matter what you look like, it doesn't matter to me. What can move me from the bottom of my heart has always been a person's quality. I admit that the internet is illusory, but as long as you really understand a person with your heart, you will find that everything is true and can't be false. Your warmth and composure can always make me immerse myself in it and wake up.

Gradually, I regard you as my self-knowledge, and it is hard to understand why you are so important in my heart. I never believe in destiny takes a hand, but I deeply know that some people are doomed to have no results all their lives, so I have never expected anything, just want to hide a feeling in my heart for a lifetime. I think we will be friends forever, that kind of fashionable N-th emotion, pure as water, can not be profaned.

I suddenly found that I miss the internet because I miss the words, which are a kind of release and a kind of spiritual comfort. People must find a place to store their feelings for themselves. Therefore, if I miss you again, I can only put you in the distance between the lines I am willing to read you so seriously, vaguely, and too far away from me! Our hearts can be very close, but in fact, we are separated by the horizon. However, I am glad that we are separated by the horizon, making this yearning more and more beautiful. I'd rather be friends with you for life. I'd rather cold things gush from my heart and swirl in my eyes. I'd rather listen to the heartbreaking voice in the depths of my mind!

No one sees my tears, but I always think of you when I cry.

You'd better change it yourself.

8. The years have slipped away from us, and four years have passed in a flash.

At this moment, teacher, I suddenly thought of you.

Thinking of that day, I was ill.

When you are rebellious, you will inevitably lack communication with your parents and feel empty. I feel that no one in this world cares about me, and my mood is a little low. This depressed mood took me to study, and I was not very happy all day. The exam results are not ideal. And it is a downward trend.

I remember that I didn't come to class during the day. When I was studying at night, you called me out and asked me why I didn't come to class. I said I was ill and didn't eat all day. At this moment, you are stunned. At this critical time, you are sick and haven't eaten yet. I thought you would criticize me.

Then you hurry home and ask Jenny to help me stir-fry the powder and take the milk to the classroom.

I don't know how I felt.

I just felt my eyes blurred, so I took it and ran away because I didn't like being seen crying.

You have a great influence on me, and I no longer feel like a little girl who is nobody's business.

You give me courage and open my heart. I'm not the kind of little girl who is a little depressed. I know how to face any setbacks in life, and I am not afraid of any difficulties.

Everyday life is full of sunshine.

Under your influence, I got good grades in my college entrance examination composition "Happiness", which even I didn't expect. I actually got full marks. Maybe you made me really understand the meaning of happiness.

Although it has been a long time, teacher, your influence on me is lifelong.

Here, I want to say thank you, my dear teacher!

9. "This word reminds me, for example:

Think of Liu Gongquan's efforts in calligraphy.

One day, Liu Gongquan and several friends held a "reading club". At this time, an old man selling tofu saw his handwriting, "I can write about Feng Fei's family background and dare to boast in front of people." He felt that the child was too proud and frowned and said, "This word is not well written, just like my tofu, it is soft, flat and spineless. Is it worth boasting in front of people? " Hearing this, Hsiao Kung chuan said unhappily, "Write some words for me if you can." The old man smiled heartily and said, "No, I dare not. I am a clown and can't write well. " However, some people write with their feet much better than you! If you don't believe me, go to Huajing. "The next day, Hsiao Kung chuan got a vigil and went to Huajing alone. As soon as he entered the capital of China, he saw many people gathered around a big pagoda tree. He squeezed into the crowd and saw a black and thin old man, with no arms and barefoot, sitting on the ground, his left foot pressing paper and his right foot holding a pen, writing couplets freely, with words like galloping horses and dancing dragons and phoenixes, which won the cheers of the onlookers.

Xiao Gongquan plopped down in front of the old man and said, "I would like to worship you as a teacher. Please tell me the secret of writing." The old man quickly pulled Xiao Gongquan up with his feet and said, "I am a lonely man, born without hands, so I have to live by my feet skillfully." How can I be a teacher? " Xiao Gongquan begged, and the old man spread a piece of paper on the ground and wrote a few words with his right foot:

"Write eight cylinders of water, inkstone dyed black; When you win hundreds of parents, you will get a phoenix in Yi Long. "

Liu Gongquan kept the old man's words in mind and worked hard to practice calligraphy. Thick cocoons were ground on the hands and the elbows were patched layer by layer. After hard training, Liu Gongquan finally became a famous calligrapher in China.

10. Write a composition of about 800 words on the topic "When I think of that sky, my sky".

There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, I think: this may be my sky! With birds singing, there is no noise, so happy!

A breeze blew, blowing out bursts of books, stopping for half a step, books hovering up, flying in my sky with my reverie. ...

Looking down, it is a vast sea of books. In the sea of books, I listened to Andersen's beautiful and desolate fairy tales. I yearn for the beauty of nature, that is, "the lake is bright and moonlight, and the mirror on the pool surface does not grind." I sympathize with/kloc-the tragic fate of Vanka, who is 0/2 years old. I was intoxicated by the poems and essays of Xu Zhimo and Zhu Ziqing, and I drew a big exclamation mark for Robinson's miracle of living alone on a desert island. ...

When you are upset, pick up the book and savor it. I'm glad to see an article about my troubles. When I am happy, I play with Baiyun, jump into the sea of books from Baiyun, pull my handy boat, swim in the sea of books and ride the wind and waves.

I used a few white clouds in my sky. I wrote heartily in the white clouds: I am amazed when I see other people's excellent works, but don't forget to say, "I can do it, too." Because I'm too strong. When I fail, I won't cry because I know that the road of life can't be smooth sailing. I will sprinkle a curtain of spring rain in my sky, which is endless, like a silk thread, nourishing the seeds I hope to germinate.

In my sky, there will be a rainbow without rain. No one else can see it. This is my paradise.

In that bright and clear sky, my dream is to insert thin wings and fly in the white clouds and blue sky. ...