Looking up at the sky, the dazzling sunshine is dazzling. I slowly opened my hands and tried to feel the warmth in the sunshine. I walked and watched. At this moment, I seemed to see me as a child, so stupid, following my mother. ...
When I was 5 years old, I squatted in front of my grandmother's house. I saw grandpa making the bed. I walked over slowly, patted my grandfather on the back and asked curiously, "Grandpa, are you taking the bed off?" Let me help you. "I said, while struggling to climb into bed, dancing, stepping out of a big hole in the bed. I immediately got under the bed and ran away. By the time grandpa realized it, I had already fled.
In the evening, grandpa came to my room angrily and said angrily, "Son, what did you do today?" I shook my head and immediately got into bed. In bed, I folded my hands and thought: God, as long as I get through this and don't get scolded by my grandfather, I will pray every day and bring you delicious food every day. I thought about it, but I heard the TV turn on. I poked my head out and looked around, and saw grandpa asleep on the sofa. Hee hee, here comes my chance to escape. I get dressed quickly. I opened the door carefully and turned to see if grandpa was awake. At this time, grandpa seemed to hear me open the door. He opened his eyes and his mouth was bent. Seeing that the situation was not good, I ran to grandma's room. I hurried into grandma's bed. Grandma is watching TV. She turned her head, touched my little head with her hand and said, "What's the matter, son? What are you doing in my room at night? " I said softly, "grandma, grandpa is coming after me." I want to hide here. "
Grandma lifted the quilt, went to the door and locked it. She smiled and said, "Now, your grandfather can't get in." I didn't sit up until I saw grandma lock the door. At this moment, I heard the sound of knocking at the door. It must be my grandfather. I looked at my grandmother and whispered, "Grandma, don't open the door, or I will die."
Grandpa knocked for a long time, but no one agreed, so he had to walk away helplessly.
Recalling who knocked on my heart in the middle of the night, I was listening to the chirping of crickets at the foot of the bed.
Who touched my heartstrings in the rain, but I sat alone and listened to the rain with a smile.
Who made me cry?
Praise chalk with tears
only
Turn into flying snow
Open it
Window of the soul
I remember how many poems you wrote on the blackboard with it at a time, which saved energy. You don't know how many pieces of chalk you used. I remember you used it to remind many students who were distracted in class how much maternal love you saw in your eyes. I remember one winter after another, your first dry bath cracked, and it penetrated into your skin mercilessly. How many times you disobeyed, you couldn't hold on. I remember how many times I left its footprints on the dense blackboard instead of sweating silently. Remember how many times it flew all over the sky and melted bit by bit, but then you were your image?
Love is silent, tears are silent.
Ode to tears blackboard
dark
face
Kiss a wheel.
Hot sun
I remember how many times you tried it carefully, and each of us can understand your poems. I remember how many times you stood on tiptoe and left everything on it. I remember how many times you solved complex problems for us over and over again. I remember how many nights, we touched it, tirelessly taught you for hundreds of years, thinking about your application eyes, we also shed tears for you.
Love lasts forever, tears are affectionate,
Sing for only one kind of people
Sing only one China folk song.
But never get tired of it.
I remember how many times you applied to explain the text to us, and how many times we made mistakes and made you turn around and cry after severe criticism. I remember that time you held a farewell class meeting for us and how many times we couldn't help crying together. On the podium, there is always a figure that you are not bored with.
It is you, it is you, our most beloved great people's teacher. I want to sing hymns, but I want to study. Let me remember with tears in my face. How many bits and pieces of memories in these tears are worth cherishing!
I dug a small hole in the ground, sprinkled some millet on it, put a branch on the basket, and then built a wall around the basket, waiting for the birds to take the bait.
In a cold winter, an idea flashed through my mind. I'm going to catch a bird alone, so my family will think it's a surprise. Everything is ready. I moved to a small wooden stool and sat next to my carefully designed trap. I had a rope in my hand, and after a long time, there was no sign of a bird. I thought to myself: catching birds is a matter of patience. Come back this afternoon to see if there is any!
In the afternoon, the sun is mild. I went to the trap to see, ah, a group of birds are eating my millet! I'm careful. Hold your breath and pull hard, huh? Why can't you pull it? At this time, the bird seems to have sensed the danger around and flew away. I didn't give up, so I spilled the millet again. I also know why I couldn't pull it just now, because it was too tight.
This time, I kept staring at the trap, but somehow, because of the warm weather, I fell asleep early. When I woke up, it was already night, but the birds didn't see it. Xiaomi was much less, so I gave up.
When I was about to leave, I found a chicken with incomplete feathers and some bruises, so I took it home and raised it at home. Wait until it is ready, then let it fly away.
Ten days later, its feathers have healed and it can still fly into the blue sky. I can't bear to put it back into nature, hoping it can be reunited with my family.
Childhood is like a book, recording our growth; Childhood is like a painting, painting our beautiful memories; Childhood is like a flower, blooming in the sun.
Memories of the first day of composition 4 memories of the past, memories of childhood, memories of my playmates. Time is like running water, and time is irreversible. Recall that colorful childhood. At that time, we were wild, squatting in the yard to play with sand and jumping into the river to play with water. Endless fun, endless happiness. I really want to go back to that time, but it has become an impossible dream. Memories of childhood playmates, simple friendship, innocence, smiling flowers are always in full bloom. We play together, play together, go to pomegranate together, together.
Recalling my parents' red and swollen eyes when I was sick when I was a child; Recall my old brothers and sisters in my hometown; Recalling the lovely smiles of primary school students; Recall the teacher's tired back when correcting homework and preparing lessons in dim light.
Little by little, clearly, clearly, unconsciously tears have slipped down.
Think of that beautiful flower that I picked and fell painfully; Recalling that Miao Miao was trampled by me, she bowed her head angrily; Recalling that my rhubarb dog was played by me, I called her sad eyes; Recalling that the chicken trembled helplessly when I caught it for fun.
Bit by bit, please make it clear, make it clear, I can't help hating myself.
When we grow up, we will have more memories, and dribs and drabs of memories forge our lives. We are stronger because of memories. Because of the memories, we become mature and gradually move towards the road to the temple of knowledge.
Cherish every memory, just like cherish our precious life, cherish memories, just like ebb and flow. Cherish memories, as if to let us go further, cherish memories and make our lives shine.
Enduring memories lead us to success, and sweet memories make our mood more pleasant. Memories are like five minutes of seasoning, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. There are many flavors, smiling faces and flowers of memories, which make memories bloom forever and make them beautiful forever.
Memories of the first day composition 5 Ding, Ding class. This is a new semester, and I am in junior high school.
I remember the days of military training a few weeks ago, and I still miss those days. It was my first military training. At that time, I felt that physical education class and Shuai Shuai were instructors and friendly classmates every day, and everyone was tired and happy.
At first, the students didn't know each other, and they didn't talk much after exercise every day. I feel that everyone is quite annoyed. Over time, everyone became one, including our instructor. Everyone is from unfamiliar to familiar, and then to cognition. Enhanced the feelings between us.
I remember the day after the military training, the instructor left. We all started crying. There is affection between people. Although the instructor was very strict, he taught us to grow up, and the days of military training are gone forever. But I will always keep it in mind!
The short military training life has taught me the spirit of hard-working soldiers, which is of great help to my junior high school study and life. There is still a big difference between junior high school and primary school. In primary school, there were few courses, namely Chinese, mathematics and English. So many courses. I feel very relaxed. In junior high school, wow, there are too many. It's a little stressful. I can't breathe. I keep telling myself that I am no longer a primary school student. I have grown up and I must study hard. Although the daily classes are very heavy, the new teachers and students are a little unaccustomed. However, whenever I think of the encouragement of the instructors during military training, I can make up my mind to face the new life and study. I want to refuel! !
Time is like water, life is like a song, and I have entered the ranks of teenagers in a blink of an eye. Childhood is fixed in photos, and the radiant old photos tell the joy and innocence at that time.
Look at the photo of 1 1 year old, which was taken when we were playing in the suburbs. At that time, our family of four was so happy. Under the blue sky, the mountains are rolling and the trees are lush. Running water surrounds the green hills. The crisp and pleasant flowing water is blocked by the rocks in the river, arousing white waves, which are as dazzling as pearls under the sunlight. I am deeply attracted by the scenery here.
I suggested, "Let's play here. Look how clear the water is here! Let's' kick' the water! " Everyone readily understood, so the four of us were divided into two factions, my sister and I, and my parents. Kicking water began, and a fierce battle began. My sister and I kicked each other until the water splashed. My parents are covered in water and can't cope. Watching them step by step, my sister and I don't need to put too much energy into it.
My sister and I discussed using "countermeasures" to completely defeat mom and dad. I asked my sister to pretend to surrender, and I sneaked in the back. Sister went, ha! Mom and dad really fell for it. My sister and I fought back and forth, and we didn't stop kicking water until our kicking parents surrendered. We won. I jumped up and down happily. I was dizzy and jumped to a place where the current was particularly urgent. As soon as I settled down, I fell into the water, and I was covered with water. Alas! I lost, too. The final winner turned out to be my sister.
This is just a microcosm of my childhood. There are too many delicious foods worth remembering in childhood. When I was a child, I could walk around the house barefoot, talk loudly and cry freely. Just because you are a child, you don't have to worry about accusations from adults. Of course, we didn't expect to be criticized at that time. We can play carefree and play games at will, just because we are children.
Childhood is so beautiful that people can't help but recall and miss it!
I have lived in my grandmother's house since I was a child. Naturally, my childhood, full of ups and downs and colorful childhood, was also spent there.
Bang-grandma's door was pushed open, so the little friends came. I immediately appeared beside them at a speed of 100 meters from the boring TV set.
What shall we play today? I asked with anticipation. Because they always come up with new tricks every time. Go climbing, climb a high and steep mountain. One of my friends said.
Oh! Well, let's eat something first. I told them to go to the second floor. You know, the second floor is grandma's storage room! Please help yourself and make yourself at home. As I ordered, everyone began to eat.
Ah! What is this? It is too sour. Wow! It is too spicy. Of course, because there is no light on the second floor, it is a little dark, so I have to help myself. So I eat something I shouldn't eat from time to time.
Let's go, climb the mountain and leave some for his family. I don't know who said what. So we set off.
Be careful, it's slippery. On the way to climb the mountain, we helped each other.
Finally, we climbed to the top of the mountain. However, by this time, we were sweating, panting, hungry and thirsty.
We walked up the mountain again, and suddenly all eyes were focused on one place-a piece of Gua Tian.
What are you waiting for? Eat it. I sent the number.
Thus, a record of stealing melons began. How delicious! How sweet! We praised it.
However, just when we were not even half full, an accident happened-the owner of the melon came.
Little bastard, don't you dare steal my melon The melon owner cried angrily. As soon as we saw that the situation was wrong, we immediately came up with a way-slip away.
We finally returned to the village, recalling what happened just now, and we all laughed.
I love my childhood, and I love my friends more!
There are some photos in my computer. Every time I see this photo, I will think of this wonderful time.
One day, my school teacher and I went for an outing in Taihu Lake. We came to Huating Lake in Taihu Lake. I saw many boats and motorboats on the lake, so we got on the motorboat. "The motorboat is moving!" "I cried in surprise, splashing high on both sides.
The motorboat galloped away to Taoshan like a white horse. When we arrived in Taoshan, our group got together and took a group photo. We walked to Taoyuan, and I picked some nectarines and duck peaches. We walked on and walked into the zoo. We saw the ostrich first. Dad said, "The ostrich is the biggest bird in the world, and its cry is like the roar of a lion." Then, the peacock came to us again. "ah! Proud as a peacock! " I shouted excitedly, "How beautiful!" Then we came to the monkey park. Mother gave the monkey a piece of bread, and the monkey quickly greeted him and ate it in one gulp. When it turned back, I saw its red ass, which was very cute.
The next place is the fish shooting hall. The headmaster paid ten yuan for ten swords, but one of the first five missed. We helped the headmaster shoot the last five and hit them all.
The last place-Phoenix Mountain. Phoenix Mountain is very high, and it took us a long time to reach the first place, Frog Stone. We continued to climb and finally reached the stone. I shouted loudly: "The stone of heaven was once the highest peak, Phoenix Peak! Let's summon up courage! " We finally reached the Phoenix Mountain. I looked down, "wow! How beautiful! " I shouted in surprise. Clear lake, beautiful house, motorboat running on the water like an airplane. How beautiful!
This is my best memory! Those photos are still in the computer at home.
Time can prove everything, and time is the best proof that I love you.
I remember saying that I care about you. -inscription
I have a lot of time, because I think you are worth waiting for. I agree that no one can surpass you. Your existence is a huge mistake for me. You made me make a decision that I will never regret, that is, I like you.
Seriously, there is a strange person in everyone's heart who will never give up. He always feels that he is waiting for himself at the finish line, giving himself endless motivation. Looking at your face again and again, looking at your prosperity, I can't help but feel a little touched. I really want to see you turn around and I'll wait for you there.
Because you like someone, you will waste time for him, no matter how long. Because whenever he wants to give up, he will inadvertently give himself an illusion and make his will firm again. Wait for time to start running, run faster and faster, get tired and slow down, so that I can look back on his dribs and drabs by my side and remind me of the past, when he was still by my side.
Finally, there is another person in his life who will give him more happiness, let him not worry and let him laugh often. I think it might be better to let her stay with him, at least to give him more happiness. So he won't show his cold face again, and the air around him won't freeze. I won't hate anyone who is good to you, and I will let those who are good to you leave you, even if they are spurned! It's raining again, dripping in my heart, reflecting you, how beautiful you are, I'll never forget it.
Are you really happy to watch you? It doesn't matter, they will all become memories, and I have no right to care about it.
Wait, wait, my world is no longer snowing, my smile is no longer frozen, and I will try my best to reflect everything. By then, I've changed, I won't be spoiled and I won't bother you anymore.
I will try to make myself good enough to deserve you.
Memories/kloc-The composition on the first day of 0/0 is getting warmer and warmer. ...
The sunset glow and drizzle are gentle and moisten the earth. Listening to the rain at dusk, a lonely lamp, sighing in a low voice, looking for those trivial memories. Jing, do you still remember your childhood memories with me? ...
I started writing, writing down your friendship with me, sorting out those vague memories and connecting them together. Another film is on. ...
In the picture, your sunny smile is still clear. Do you remember? The path outside the primary school, the trees beside the path. Spring is green, which dyes our childhood into tender blue.
And that golden rape field, the wind blows like waves. You said it was angel's wings, I said, aren't angel's wings white? Hehe, when I was young, I always liked to say something unreliable. Whenever rape blossoms are in full bloom, we will walk into the sea of flowers and smell the fragrance vigorously.
There are orange groves, lakes and streams … as we grow up, those memories are gradually forgotten by us …
Now that I think about it by chance, there are still so many childlike innocence. Quiet, those memories now, I can't forget them if I want to. Are you like me?
What I remember most is that at school that day, both of us couldn't sleep. As soon as we heard that there was a meteor shower, our wish came true. So, we waited all night, and then we saw a shining star, mistaking it for a star, and made a wish early. Haha, Jing, you see how naive we were then. ...
Time flies, and now we have already entered youth. You and I have already faded away from that childishness and gained more maturity. However, I want to go back to the past, and now I am at a loss. In the past, we were so carefree, but now, we are so distressed and tired. If there is a meteor, I really hope that you and I can go back to the past and happy days. ...
When I woke up, I had dropped my pen and finished watching the movie about my childhood memories, but the rain outside had not stopped. ...
Memories of the first composition 1 1 My memories are not like the Milky Way on the horizon, dotted and dazzling; My memories are not like leaves, they are always so humble; My memories are even less like photos, which can freeze beautiful scenes; My memory is like a mess of essays, and all the emotions are mixed together.
There is a series that I will never forget. It was the last day of sixth grade. On that day, we realized our dream since the beginning of school, that is, we can stay with our classmates without studying. We don't care about the distance between boys and girls, we are all like brothers. Because, we know that this is the last day of class, and we can go to see teachers and clients in the future, but we can't give us classes anymore, and we can't hear teachers give us lectures anymore.
On the last day of class, we dressed up the class beautifully, and there were messy signatures of each of our classmates on the blackboard, as if the class was our home. Yes, the class is our home, but our home has no dignity, only harmony and equality.
We laughed and laughed in class, and finally asked the teacher to sign it as a permanent memory. Alas! At this moment, the last sound we want to hear finally echoes in our ears. This sound is like deafening thunder, like the sound of autumn leaves falling, like the sound of broken cups. This is the last bell we heard.
After school, I reluctantly bid farewell to my teacher. The teacher said, "You can come and see me later!" " ".I said," Hug! " The teacher gave me a hug at once. I suddenly burst into tears. My classmates and I left, and the teacher didn't lead the team downstairs today, just silently watching us drift away. .......
This is the story of this collection and my most unforgettable memory. Everyone recalls their primary school days, sometimes they laugh and sometimes they cry. This may be why I regard my memories as a messy collection of essays.
Memories of the first composition 12 Everyone's memories are different, some are happy; Have a plenty of sadness; There was laughter ... and my memory is persistence.
It is a sunny noon, and the sun has risen to the zenith, sprinkling sunshine on the earth. I looked at the cars coming and going on the road and thought to myself, if only I had a bike of my own! However, if you want to own a bicycle, you must have the ability to control it, so I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to learn to ride a bicycle. Please teach me! " Hearing this, my mother readily agreed. Then I took out a blue bike from the warehouse. It is blue all over, and only a few English letters are white. It looks very imposing, a bit like a head of state. I started trying to ride a horse. My mother pushes my bicycle stool in the back, and I control the pedal in the front. With the help of my mother, everything went smoothly. But as soon as my mother let go, I fell to the ground like a deflated ball, and I only felt a burning feeling on my legs. At first glance, it is still green. At this time, my bike fell to the ground as hard as I did, and the basket was crooked, just like a bicycle. I thought to myself: Edison invented the electric light and failed many times, but he continued to do the experiment happily every time without being discouraged. If I give up like this, wouldn't it be ... So, I immediately dusted off my body and lifted my bike to challenge for the second, third and fourth time. ...
Finally, I succeeded, and I can control this bike well! I am very happy, because I taught myself without being taught, and I am very proud!
Difficulties are like springs. If you are weak, it is strong, and if you are strong, it is weak. Therefore, when we encounter difficulties, we should stick to it and not be afraid of them. This memory reverberates deeply in my heart. ...
Looking back on the first day of writing 13, it was an invisible thing. However, the past time can give people some deep memories. Time is in the movie. From the beginning to the end, it seems that nothing is understood, and a film is over. If time can go back, how many people will regret what they did wrong. Time, like running water, is gone forever.
The passage of time is to watch the sun rise in the morning and set at night. I remember a friend once told me that if time could be turned back, all the prisoners in the cell would be free now. If time could go back, how many people would live happier than now. It's only been a few decades, so why take time as the standard? Life is more than 80 years at most, but we have grasped how much time, a day, a week, a month, a year, watching the clock keep turning and the flowing water, but we can do nothing to let it be chic.
Failure when flowers bloom, failure when flowers fade. A flower shows us her most beautiful side, and this most beautiful time is often only a few hours. We are all complaining about why time passes so quickly. We haven't tried and struggled yet. Time slipped away from us like this. But we only have short-lived regrets, and there is no unforgettable reflection at all. We all miss the past time, but after all, time will not go back. Then why don't we cherish it and just complain, abuse and get angry without a clue? That's because we haven't been tempered by time and don't know how to cherish time.
Time, if not cherished, is an arrow that leaves the string. But on the other hand, what do we get after cherishing time? What we get is a fuller and more valuable life than before.
Recalling the 14 wind in the first composition, it blew on my face, so comfortable … quietly, it blew away my troubles and sadness. Confidence, a smile came back to my face, and a long-lost smile came back.
However, inadvertently, I forgot a lot of things that happened in the past. Not a lot of painful things happened. There are only happy memories in the memory, no pain. Memories are like fragments, which are difficult to piece together, but happy memories make me forget the existence of pain.
October is really round. I looked at it and kept thinking. I accidentally remembered something, and my head hurts. ...
Why do you think of the past again? Wouldn't it be better to forget it? To tell the truth, without painful memories, there will be only happy days in life, and there will be no more tears. I still have friends around me, but I'm a little lost without those few ... growing up in expectation, I won't forget him even if I lose my memory. He taught me too much, so he left, gave up, and it was over. It's over. It's hard to forget. Really, are you all right now? I can't find you in the vast sea of people, and the lost happy mood still fades away. Without you, even if I forget the pain, I can't laugh. Did you really give up? Remember I won't give up. I'm still waiting for you under another sky.
Memories that can't be found are still important, but they can't care anymore, so let go, a dream should have ended long ago. I can only say goodbye to you.
Writing a composition directly is better than writing it for you. It's over in a few words, isn't it Even if I don't want to, I'm really tired and don't want to write any more. Take good care of yourself, whether it's separation or separation, I still pray for you.
Bye.
15 childhood memories are as many as shells on a golden beach. My best memory is when I graduated from primary school.
I remember there are two weeks before the exam, and everyone is working hard there. Suddenly, our teacher Li came in and said that we were going to play the ancient poem Long Yin, and we all froze there.
Everyone is thinking that there are still two weeks before the exam. Shouldn't you study hard to prepare for the exam at the beginning of junior high school? The monitor suddenly stood up and said, teacher, we know you want us to relax our study. But now we have no time to play. But most of the students in the class were against the monitor, so the monitor had to compromise and agree to play with us.
The teacher said that the rule is this: from the first one, the first one can ask anyone questions about ancient poetry, and the other one must answer them. If he can't answer, he will be punished for saying four four-character idioms.
Here we go. First, it's Li Ming. Li Ming asked Li Ke to recite Ode to a Lime. As a result, Li Ke didn't recite the story for a long time. So everyone punished him for saying four idioms, and the result was quickly said. In this way, we had a class and unconsciously learned a lot of ancient poems and words.
After graduating from junior high school, the teacher gave each of us a notebook to keep as a souvenir. We opened our notebooks, and each notebook was written with different famous sayings. Miss Wang told us that this was written by Miss Li herself, and her hands were covered with blisters.
We all cried after hearing it. Here, I want to thank you, Miss Li. These two years as your students are my best memories.