At that time, I was only four years old and daydreamed all day. When I saw the train, I hid behind my parents. It's strange that such a big bug doesn't kill me. I saw Cang Kou on VCD and thought it was its mouth, so I often put food in it, which made the whole family laugh and cry. Because I like to be whimsical, I have been trained a lot.
Once, when I was watching cartoons, I accidentally saw a scene in which a wizard was holding a crystal ball and mumbling a lot of spells. After that, the small teacup in front of him slowly rose and finally disappeared. I was stunned by this picture. After a long time, a bad idea came out.
On Saturday morning, my parents went out and left me alone at home. Seeing that the time was ripe, I decided to complete the "plan" that I never dared to think about. First of all, I want to choose my goal of "glory". This one is too light and that one is too heavy. Pick and choose, my eyes stopped on the small goldfish bowl, well, that's it. As there is no glass ball at home, I have to use my little ball instead. The experiment began. I learned a lot of magic like a wizard, but the goldfish bowl didn't rise, let alone disappear. I thought I read it wrong, but it didn't work. I am in a hurry. I picked up the fish tank and watched it again. As soon as I let go, the fish tank broke into pieces with a bang. Blindly, I scrambled to clean up the glass fragments on the ground and poured them into the trash can, waiting for my parents to come back. Not long after, they came back and found the fish tank missing. They were surprised and asked me why. I lied that it was damaged by a kitten, and they didn't suspect anything. The big stone in my heart fell to the ground I was on pins and needles in those days. Although I regretted it, I didn't have the courage to say it until I forgot it, and my heart gradually calmed down.
Although it was a mistake, it gradually opened my childish mind and made me understand the philosophy of facing life bravely when I did something wrong.
I can't forget anything. Write a composition of about 450 words. For six years, you have taught me a lot of knowledge and truth, but I haven't returned anything to you. I will never forget you. You trained me and laid a good foundation for me. If I have any achievements when I grow up, you will be the greatest hero. Six years ago, when I was very young, you took me into the classroom. You introduced my classmates to me, made strange faces familiar, as if they had known each other before, and made me know many good friends, which made me have the most precious friendship.
In study, it's you again. In my reading comprehension, you wrote praise language, encouraged me, made me full of confidence in myself, and made me interested in learning. It turns out that my boring study has become vivid, less annoying and so interesting.
I am like a small tree you planted. You and I have cultivated deep feelings and are reluctant to leave you. Although sometimes I did something wrong and you criticized me, I was very sad and hated you. However, in retrospect, it is a brand-new feeling, and I feel very warm in my heart, as if that kind of criticism is no longer criticism, but praise. Think of you, there will be incomparable warmth. Your words and deeds are deeply imprinted in my mind.
When I failed in the exam, you told me not to lose heart. You encouraged me to do better in the future. When I was proud, you said, "Modesty makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind", which is your guidance; You comforted me when I met with setbacks.
Teacher, without you, there would be no knowledge I have today. Teacher, I will never forget you!
I won't forget this composition. When I succeeded, she told me not to be proud. When I failed, she comforted me and taught me to analyze the reasons for my failure. When I was sick, she took good care of me. When I was studying, she taught me good learning methods; When I make a mistake, she doesn't hit me or scold me. She reasoned with me so that I wouldn't make the same mistake again? She is the greatest person in the world-mother! It was my mother who gave me life; It was my mother who taught me to talk and walk. My mother took me to the school gate; It was my mother who fertilized and watered me and made me grow from a small seedling to a big tree! My mother has done many things for me. Even if there is only one thing, I should not forget her! I remember once, I was practicing the piano.
Not long after I started practicing, I got bored. I really don't want to play. I'm looking for my mother. Mother asked with concern, "What's the matter? Is it uncomfortable? " "Mom, me?" "What's the matter?" "I'm so bored! I don't want to play! " When I saw that my mother was very happy, I said all my thoughts.
"no! See how long you've only been playing? Bored? What's bothering you? Hey! " Who knows, my mother suddenly cleared up and gave me a lecture. I went back to the piano with a grievance, and tears filled my eyes.
Before I started playing, I heard my mother calling me, "Liu Yang! Come here! " I walked over and saw my mother sitting on the sofa mercilessly. I couldn't figure out what this meant, so I stood still and didn't dare to speak, because my mother scared me just now.
After a while, my mother smiled. I don't know what my mother means, but I stand still. My mother took me into her arms and wiped my tears with a smile: "I was too strict just now, I'm sorry!" But think about it, who are you playing for? For me? For the teacher? It's for myself! Knowing one thing more than others, you have one more survival skill than others. If you really don't want to play, then we won't play! Do you still play? " I immediately nodded: "Mom, I've made up my mind. I'll play!" " ""I mean it! " "well! I'm going to play now "Under the careful adjustment of my mother, my mood has also improved.
That's what my mother does. She always convinces me. Although the reason is simple, but no one told me, I will not understand, mother is such a role.
If God gives me another chance, I will definitely say "I love you" to my mother. If I have to add a deadline to this love, I am thinking about how to get 10 thousand years! You say, a person you have loved for ten thousand years, can you forget her? (。
I will never forget to write a composition of about 500 words. Perhaps, time has diluted the desolation of memory; Perhaps, time has played down that familiar face.
; Perhaps, time has omitted the bright smiling face, but time can't take away the friendship between you and me.
I can't take away the inculcation engraved in my heart, and I can't take it away in junior high school these three years.
I still remember the day when I first went to school. When I first entered junior high school, I felt strange and lonely.
"ah! Hello! Do you have any hobbies? " I casually replied, "read and write."
Write sentences. In class, a note came from the corner of the table: I woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly caught a glimpse of beauty.
Moonlight. I wrote: "Standing in the forest, I heard the shallow singing of dead leaves falling to the ground."
In the long run, we became best friends. Listening to music reminds me of her words and smile.
I often laugh happily. It was she who resolved the loneliness in my heart. Three years in junior high school, I accepted.
Won the purest friendship.
I still remember that it was the second day of junior high school, and the mid-term exam in our class ended badly. Although the heart is very
Reluctantly, but have to accept the result. At the class meeting, the teacher gave us the exam.
Try to make an evaluation: "I didn't do well in the exam this time, mainly because our classmates were too impetuous."
I didn't settle down to study hard. "The whole class was silent. Just in class, no.
After the silence of the past, many people stood up to speak; I missed a few minutes during the break.
Laughing and chasing slapstick characters; Recess is as quiet as a classroom, much quieter.
Some deep-rooted figures. At the class meeting after the final exam, the teacher happily announced:
"This time our class won the first place in the final exam." The students' faces were full of joy.
Give us a big hand and cheer for us. In the three years of junior high school, I gained a spirit of unity and enterprising.
Hard work and seriousness.
Entering the third grade, the academic burden suddenly increased. We are like Verdun in World War I,
Bruised by mock exams in various subjects. Facing the red cross on the test paper, I fell into self-confidence.
Responsibility and silence. The teacher came over and she touched my head: "Failing once doesn't count.
What? The focus of the exam is to check for loopholes and make mistakes. Pay attention next time, failure is the mother of success, teacher.
I believe you are the best! "The teacher's words suddenly woke me up. From then on, I also believed in loss.
Losing is not terrible, but you can't lose. I began to pay attention to details and cherish every mistake.
Keep forging ahead. In the three years of junior high school, I gained an inculcation and increased my courage.
Qi and force.
Now the summer is coming, and time flies like a blink of an eye, although I will be far away.
Go, but I will still take the friendship and confidence gained, and the inculcation engraved in my heart.
Teach. Time will never fade away the wonderful memories of these three years, and I will never forget them.
This junior high school is three years.
5. Write an 800-word composition on the topic of "Never forget". I will never forget a person.
Sitting on the playground, looking at the unknown poplar trees in the distance, the note kept shaking with the wind, and the warm current flowed out of my heart. I turned my head and looked at Miss Guan. She is as tall as this poplar, pointing to the sky. My junior high school life was spent in the shadow of the big tree of Teacher Guan, enjoying every day to the fullest.
On the first day of school, I proudly crossed the threshold of Class 4, Grade 7. "I am the legendary teacher Guan." She introduced herself, and I looked her straight in the eye, which was dignified and kind, giving people an inviolable temperament: "We spent three years in junior high school together." She spoke with new joy, dignity of elders and childlike playfulness. I looked at her again. She wears a pair of glasses and is chubby. There is a word "Chuan" between her forehead and eyebrows, and her hair is twisted and curled at the back of her head. When we first met, Mr. Guan's figure became an indelible statue, standing in my heart.
Here, my mother gave it to you. Teacher Guan's daughter came to see me with a bag of KFC in her hand. I took it, full of doubts, and suddenly remembered Teacher Guan's words: "You are the first in the school year, and I will invite you one day." It suddenly dawned on me that I thought about the teacher's words while eating, and the more I thought about it, the more moved I became. It is a gift for a student to learn to study hard. However, when he succeeds, he should thank his teacher. He gave me a gift, but it was the teacher who invited the students to dinner to encourage them.
At noon, the teacher asked me to check my homework in the Chinese group. When I entered the China delegation, I saw Miss Guan holding this medicine in her hand. She put it in her mouth, picked up the cup, frowned and swallowed it. In the afternoon, she smiled and gave us a class as if nothing had happened, but she had a heart attack! Who knows what medicine is behind a smile?
Since then, medicine has become the lingering sun in my heart, making me shine on the horizon and becoming a symbol of my respect for teachers.
"If you want to go, you must continue to work hard, you know?" He said to me in the corridor. "Look up, do you practice super myopia?" He gave me a nod. "How could you be wrong with this question? I scratched you to death! " She smiled naughtily and scratched my back gently. "Be a man and have a good habit." She kindly said to me ...
This is my teacher. As a junior two student, he gave me a lot of inspiration, emotion and happiness. My words are not gorgeous and my language is not very vivid, but I wrote the most beautiful music with the voice of a junior two student to express my deep respect for Teacher Guan. The writing style of senior two students is very immature, but the articles in their hearts are endless. Use it to express their deep love for their teachers, because with this friendship, no matter how immature the writing is, it will also produce unique beauty in the world! Because of some love, because there is a person, because there is affection, this is my teacher, giving me the inspiration of life and the direction of love. She is someone I will never forget.
Never forget.
The most sincere love in the world is the eternal love of parents for their children.
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All parents love their children the same: mother's love is always the kindest, but father's love is always the severest, but in my family. ...
Strict maternal love
My mother is a middle-aged woman who doesn't read much, but it makes sense. She always said to me, "This is not perfect. You can go further." Or "what is there to be proud of when you have achieved something small?"
I remember that in the mid-term exam not long ago, I got 76 points in English, which made me sad, but more annoyed-after all, I am still an English representative. When I got home, I truthfully reported my exam results to my "superior", and the consequences could be imagined. I was thundered at home for three days. The next English exam, after several days of review, I finally made great progress, although I was not the first in my class. However, my mother is not satisfied with this score. She just "rewarded" one sentence: "As an English representative, are you still thinking about this score?" Not to mention that. When I usually read novels, watch TV and play computer games, my mother will always appear by my side unnoticed: "Why don't you review when you are so idle?"
Alas! My strict mother.
Kindly fatherly love
Contrary to my mother, my father always loves me the most and cares about me the most. For example, when eating, he always likes to put dishes in my rice bowl. When it is cold, he is always the first to ask me to be caring and attentive. He is always the most anxious when he is ill. After failing in the exam, he always said, "Never mind, just try your best." He always asks me when I make mistakes.
Alas! My kind father.
If fraternity is the noblest love, then parents' love for their children is the most selfless love; If friendship is the purest love, then parents' love for their children is the most unforgettable love; If love is the most beautiful love, then parents' love for their children is the most brilliant love; If the teacher's love is the most natural love, then the parents' love for their children is the most sincere love. ...
Fatherly love and maternal love are equal, but in different forms, but in any case, this kind of love cannot be forgotten.
Their appearance in those days has gradually blurred in my mind, but the names of my two best classmates-I will never forget them!
I will never forget to write an 800-word composition entitled "I will never forget it"
From small to large, I have experienced countless things. There are many things that have been lingering with the passage of time. But that grievance made me unforgettable for a long time.
It was two years ago, the school was going to hold a sports meeting, and the students were very happy. The teacher gave me an arduous task-organizing cheerleading. Every sports meeting, students always compete for this position. This time, the teacher actually asked me to be the teacher, which caused some students' jealousy.
I made a good plan to arrange personnel from class to class. Fortunately, everyone obeyed my orders, and my heart was filled with joy. I will succeed this time.
After school that day, I walked home alone, facing the cool breeze, and I saw the scene of the sports meeting: cheerleaders shouted neat slogans and cheered for the athletes. Athletes are more handy and motivated. The wonderful performance of the cheerleaders and the excellent performance of the athletes attracted the praise of the teachers and the admiration of the students.
The sports meeting finally arrived, and of course I followed the plan. But who knows, they didn't wear neat school uniforms according to my regulations, and they didn't shout. The whole class is in a mess. What's going on here? What the hell is going on here? I have been training for several days, so it should be no problem! I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I directed again, but they ignored me and continued to shout that messy slogan. They deliberately opposed me. I really can't think of any new ideas to deal with it, and I almost didn't cry.
After school, the teacher called me into the office and asked me what was going on with a straight face. I didn't answer, but I really didn't know how to answer. I just kept crying. The teacher accused me: "I thought it was the right choice to give you this task? But you really let me down? " "I-"I was about to explain, but I was interrupted by the teacher. "You don't have to explain? You made a fool of yourself this time. Do you know what other teachers say about our class? Do you know what the headmaster said about our class? They say our class has no organizational discipline at all! You will never be asked to do anything again? I can't trust you anymore! " The teacher's words, like thousands of steel needles, hurt my heart. And the teacher doesn't understand that it's not my fault! My self-esteem was greatly hurt! My whole person suddenly collapsed and my heart was broken. I rely on my own ability to gain the trust of my teachers, but why do so many students embarrass me just because of a little jealousy? The teacher criticized me indiscriminately again. I am wronged, I am innocent! I shouted in my mind.
I don't know how many tears I shed that day. Those are wronged tears, heartbreaking tears!
7. Write a 500-word composition with the theme of "Never forget". Everything in the world has feelings. You and I are moved, and I am moved. Surrounded by emotions, I have long forgotten my inner feelings. Friendship, affection and teacher-student relationship make me addicted to love.
Gradually numb by love, and gradually forget the lingering fragrance in my heart. I used to be easily moved.
Pity a small animal and sympathize with a beggar, but I will be moved by the feat of moths fighting the fire. But gradually I found that I was not the impressionable and impressionable little girl I used to be. I grew up, became mature, became silent and became more ignorant. I forgot how I felt inside.
I heard the song Pisces at that time. The moment music entered my ears, my heartstrings were touched, and a long-lost feeling was recovered. It is a warm feeling, sweet and bitter, unspeakable feeling. I was intoxicated with the moving and beautiful music.
I can't help asking myself how many times I missed the touch, how many times I missed the opportunity, and how many times my beauty was in the maze. Listening to this wonderful music, I shed tears, not for anything else, only for this warm heart feeling, only for this long-lost heart.
I haven't been surrounded by this feeling for a long time. I used to think my heart was hard, but I didn't expect it to be so fragile. In fact, my heart is also soft. I was moved by the music, and even more by the feeling of being buried deeply.
A moment's touch creates a moment's heart. A moment's indulgence creates a moment's heart.
A moment of fearlessness creates a moment of heart. I'm heartbroken, and I'm heartbroken.
At the moment when I was heartbroken, I understood the meaning of friendship and the philosophy of family, and I learned to be heartbroken. That kind of beautiful feeling, with the awakening of memory, was remembered and treasured by me. I will not forget the heartbeat at this moment, nor will I forget the heartache at this moment.
I won't forget the composition I won't forget.
The years of life are like a small bridge flowing water, which is gone forever. Those beautiful memories will also flow down this running water. Only those two were caught in the rock, which was unforgettable and also a setback:
1 of "Ah", a child's crying broke the silence at noon. The child who tripped over a stone lay on the ground, waiting for his parents to save him. That young child is me, too. The young child keeps crying and nobody cares.
A word of encouragement:
"come on The word "baby" is not profound, but it has aroused the fire in my heart. "
success
"I succeeded!" I bit my lip, held hands, stood on my legs and raised my head. I succeeded, I thought: this is not a difficult thing.
In the eyes of others, this may not be a very exciting thing, but in my eyes, this is a great thing, because for me, this is a big step in my life.
From then on, I learned to be strong and learned a word: "Come on! Baby, whenever I encounter difficulties again, I will think of this sentence. This setback, this encouragement and this success will be recorded in my Collection of Life and will always be in my heart, because it is this "Three Ones" that has been urging me and encouraging me.
After such education, I grew up, no longer dependent on my parents, and became independent, unlike other children. When other children are still dressed with the help of their mothers, I have dressed myself, and others still need their mothers' help. However, after that education, I became brave and solved my own problems, not weak.
I grow up day by day, and gradually understand that I should not only help myself, but also help others. She finally knows the true meaning of "three ones": when encountering setbacks, she can't just rely on others to solve the problem, but only rely on her own actions to prove herself and prove herself: "I can do it"!
The journey of life is full of thorns. It is on this road that I fail again and again and succeed again, which makes me never forget the "Three Ones".
9. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "That time, I won't forget it" A: In the first half of the fourth grade, we had an intern teacher. She shares my surname, Jiang.
Teacher Jiang always likes to play with everyone. Sometimes she dances with us and sometimes she plays catch-up games with her male classmates. In extracurricular activities, she also plays the game of catching chickens with us.
Our laughter will often spread to every corner of the campus! However, in a blink of an eye, two months passed and Mr. Jiang was leaving. At this time, the whole class burst into tears.
Tears came out when I was excited. I lay prone on the table and burst into tears.
Boys in my class also cried. Many boys also wrote on the blackboard: Mr. Jiang, don't go, don't go ... Mr. Jiang was also moved by our true feelings.
She cried and was moved by us. At this time, several students took paper towels to help Mr. Jiang wipe his tears and advised Mr. Jiang not to cry! Naughty boys in our class are also crying on the table.
When Mr. Jiang gave us a notebook, we all went to get it in tears. After the students opened their books and read the comments written by Teacher Jiang, they all cried even louder.
I was very moved after reading it, so I turned into tears and overflowed from my eyes! Just as Mr. Jiang was leaving, all the students gathered around, hugging, helping and stopping Mr. Jiang. The students kept saying, "Teacher Jiang, don't go, we won't make you angry again, don't go …" What kind of party is this? ! We sent Teacher Jiang away with tears in our eyes! This time, I was strongly moved by my male classmates for the first time.