Miss the excellent composition 1. Holding a plastic photo, looking at the slightly hunched figure on the vibrant green grass, nostalgia arises spontaneously.
In primary school, my math teacher's surname was Zhang. She is short, short hair and a little fat, giving people an amiable feeling.
But she is very strict with us. In class, she will pay close attention to the state of each classmate. If someone talks or dozes off, they will be criticized mercilessly. She will explain her homework carefully every day. If she can't, she will sit in front of you and sort out your thoughts step by step. But if you don't change it, she will let you take care of your parents. For students with learning difficulties in the class, she calls them "poor families". Although the name is not pleasant to hear, she keeps them for serious counseling and encouragement after school every afternoon. She gave them a taste of the sweetness of studying hard and made them feel the joy of traveling in the ocean of knowledge. Some people will become top students in the future, and they are very grateful to Teacher Zhang.
One day, Teacher Zhang came to class as usual. Everyone sat up straight, no one dozed off, and the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly. Teacher Zhang suddenly smiled. However, no one has found that Mr. Zhang seems to be less energetic and impassioned than before. Her waist doesn't seem to be as straight as before. ...
When I went to deliver my homework, I found Mr. Zhang holding a bottle in his left hand and rubbing his waist in his right hand. The teacher next to her said that Miss Zhang accidentally fell down and could have left work, but she insisted on coming, saying that she was worried about us. I suddenly felt a sour feeling in my eyes, but I held back. Teacher Zhang hates boys' parents.
Today is the day to shoot graduation photo. Teacher Zhang had to walk slowly downstairs. There are many classmates beside me, some walk in front to protect Mr. Zhang, and some want to help but are rejected. In the "click" sound of the shutter, we will always remember Teacher Zhang and miss her strict requirements for us.
Teachers are engineers of the human soul and the most glorious profession under the sun. I will always miss our ordinary and great teacher Zhang.
I miss the quiet path, the faint light, the tinkling sound, and the water drops on the eaves slide like an hourglass of time. Walking on the bluestone board with my childhood footprints. The lights are getting weaker and weaker, and the shadows are getting longer and longer ... bluestones, lights and water drops, nothing can break such a quiet, quiet and deep path ...!
For three or five years, .......................................................................................................................................................................... looked out the window at the starry sky, which was dark.
I can't see anything, but it makes me have more associations.
The stairs in heaven, the white gauze skirt, the flowing long hair and the lonely figure are all so suitable for her. I want to make friends with her, because I am as lonely as her.
The moonlight gradually moved up, and the little yellow dog on the roof fell asleep quietly. Only I was still busy under the lamp, and the pencil was still going back and forth on the paper. I used a few words to describe the sky in the moonlight.
The fragments of ivory lollipop are so crystal clear, but my heart is so vague, and I always feel that time is so hasty, even faster than Liu Xiang.
Life is like a dream, no matter how beautiful the scenery is. Even if there are thousands of feelings, who can you tell?
Maybe it's fate, maybe!
In the blue sea, thousands of water drops roll in the waves, but I am like a drift bottle, drifting away under the impact of the waves. I have no direction, no goal, and I will only stop when I meet obstacles. Arriving at an island, the sound of migratory birds is so lonely that I am not the only one. There is hope in the drift bottle, but I have nothing with it. Nobody was there, so I moved on. The boundless sea cannot find its edge. At this time, the empty sea made me a little scared. I am probably lonely and always around!
Miss Excellent Composition 3 is another Tomb-Sweeping Day. Others are busy paying homage to their dead relatives. Most of our family members are still alive, but without this small figure, we feel very empty. If the cat is still here this year, there may not be some joy at home. It's been six months. Maybe the cat has been reduced to ashes in the crematorium shared by pets. We have to accept the fact that we dare not say a word about its death. I feel lost because I haven't even seen what people look like after death. As far as I can remember, it was the last time it appeared, with funny hair and dark brown eyes. If the time is pushed to a longer time, it is still a lively cat, which is the golden age of a cat's life. I didn't know whether I was teasing the cat or the cat was teasing me.
In winter, cats like to nest in bed. It seems that a cat's nest is not enough. They can sleep all afternoon as soon as they sleep. After enough sleep, they still linger, just stretching a few times and lying down in another position. Strangely, the cat can lie in bed for hours without choking, but its laziness has brought me trouble. I slept at night and didn't notice where the cat was. I didn't fall asleep after lying for a long time. I bumped into a furry thing head-on. When I lifted the quilt, the cat stared at me with eyes as big as marbles. The pupil of an eye is as big as half an eye. I saw it jump up and walk away. Sometimes, for some reason, cats run like crazy. There are dozens of gray cat paw prints on the snow-white wall, which is its "masterpiece". Its amazing jumping ability is estimated to be used at this time. It jumps directly from the table to the top of the wardrobe, and then "falls freely" from the wardrobe to the ground. Its tail swelled to the size of a squirrel's tail and stood straight like a candle. From the ground to the closet, from the wall to the stove, it has its footprints.
Although the cat is long gone, I'm glad to know it. I learned something that others don't know. This is the life of a cat. If it can see me in the sky, I hope it can have a better life and a truly free new life.
Miss the excellent composition 4 Autumn is coming, and Lele sees the leaves of many trees floating like butterflies outside the window. . . . . .
Lele and Chloe used to be neighbors. They were assigned to a class and gradually became inseparable friends, doing homework together, going out to play together and going to school together.
Lele and Chloe hit it off very well, and their birthdays are only 1 day.
165438+1October 3rd, which is Chloe's birthday. Lele prepared a beautiful pen for Chloe at school.
After class, Lele took out her pen from the pencil case and walked to Chloe's seat. Hey, Chloe. Today is your birthday.
Well, let's go to my house for dinner at noon.
Let's not talk about this. Look!
Wow, this is a beautiful pen! Is it for me?
Sure, happy birthday to you!
Thanks, Lele. I really like this pen. Chloe has this pen and can't put it down.
After school, several boys gathered around him and said, Hey, Lele, you are a person who also gives gifts to little girls.
How come? Chloe is my neighbor, my classmate and friend. Today is her birthday. Shouldn't I give her a birthday present?
Give a gift to a little girl, that's all, I think, no!
Yes, I think so too. You'd better get that pen back quickly, or else. . . . . .
Or what? Lele is a little angry.
Or you'll have an affair!
At noon, Lele thought and thought and decided to get the pen back.
Chloe, please give me my pen back.
Lele, what are you talking about?
What about that pen? Give it back to me.
Didn't you give it to me?
But now, you must give it to me.
I don't understand. What's the matter with you?
Miss Excellent Composition 5 Youth is a bright sadness, so we have been wandering in youth. The passage of time will make people unconsciously sigh the shortness of youth, like running water flowing eastward, unchanged since ancient times.
This is a space that we can't dominate. We can only watch youth walking in the complicated scenery. Maybe he will look back casually to see if we miss the past, or regret not enjoying the roadside scenery. Let us watch it go away with tears in our eyes, leaving only a string of our nostalgia.
Cherish the people in memories of youth, Myanmar, just like the stars in the sky, flashing in the flood of the Milky Way, scattering their sadness. When youth passed us by, we curled up in the corner of the sunset, secretly touching the tears on our cheeks and waving goodbye to youth. When we understand that youth is irreversible, in order to get some psychological comfort, we will write down some nostalgic words.
Some people are willing to be ordinary, and the feelings of youth written down are like clouds in the past, and there is nothing profound until the feelings of the soul point out the direction for them. When they saw the curtain of the night open, they just felt that it was dark, not that our youth was approaching death again, and our time slipped away quietly like thieves.
When youth can't stay, all that remains is nostalgia. Time is ruthless, and it will not stand still because of our little understanding. The season is still changing, youth is gone forever, and homesickness continues. ......
During those days, I was full of nostalgia, and I missed our youth. With a string of nostalgic tears, I drifted away on the road of youth until I disappeared into my memory!
I still remember a winter vacation, and it was foggy almost every day in my hometown.
I like fog and its obscurity. Looking around, it's foggy. I go to the window, and sometimes a few birds whose names can't be named fly by. I enjoyed walking slowly in the fog.
Pushed open the door, took a flashlight and went out, with a chill on his face. It's six o'clock in the morning, and it's not so bright yet. I turned on my flashlight and walked slowly along the path. The fog followed me. I am stroking the wheat in the field, and the fog is stroking the wheat. The small crystal pearls on the wheat are the traces left by it.
The kitten next door seems to have gone out to play early in the morning before coming home reluctantly. When he saw me covered in dew, he shook himself and got my trouser legs a little wet. I tried to turn around, only to find that it ran to the vegetable field next to it and slipped away quickly.
Suddenly, I smelled a faint fragrance. I walked along the fragrance. Oh, it's wintersweet. It is here that it shows its vitality. It is it that adds an elegant red color to the winter here. It is here that it shows an indomitable spirit. I always feel inferior to it when I look at it.
At seven o'clock, the sun came out. It's just that the sun seems a little lazy and refuses to shine. It's just a golden ball about five centimeters.
Suddenly, the sun lit up and the fog cleared. The Chimonanthus praecox, which was just fragrant, can be seen clearly now, but the fog is still very thick in some places. Those fog clouds are floating around, like a child who just came into this world.
Go home. The sun is getting brighter and the fog is getting lighter. Chimonanthus praecox sparkles in the sun. It blooms towards the sun and becomes a beautiful scenery in the cold wind. That little bit of red seems to be a street lamp in life.
When I got home, the fog was already light. The sun is getting brighter and brighter. I look at wintersweet and feel quite uneasy. This wonderful time, though short, is still in my mind.
Miss the excellent composition 7 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Tomb-Sweeping Day is an important festival among many of our traditional festivals. Tomb-Sweeping Day, every family should be Ai Jiao, a youth league, and go up the mountain to worship their ancestors.
Whenever we visit Tomb-Sweeping Day, we will definitely visit the old lady's grave. Put chicken, duck, fish and a bottle of white wine in a bamboo basket and carry it up the hill. It rains every time I go to worship my ancestors. The hillside is particularly slippery, and you have to fall back and forth for more than a dozen times. When I got to the old lady's grave, Grandpa first cut the grass on the grave with a sickle. Then put a circle of firecrackers on the grave, and with the crackling sound, drive away all those bad things. Put the vegetables in the bamboo basket in front of the old lady's grave and pour the white wine in front of the grave, hoping that the old lady in the sky can also drink a glass of good wine. Then I will burn paper money. While burning paper money, I secretly looked at the adults and found them looking up at the sky. In a trance, I seem to see their eyes moist. They should be thinking about the old lady. Looking at the smoke on the mountain, it has gone up into the sky and it is still raining. The sky is overcast and there is no sun in sight. The sun is probably obscured by this deep yearning.
Love jiaozi is also the highlight of Tomb-Sweeping Day. Grandma washes the wormwood first and cooks it in the pot. I leaned over the pot and smelled it, and the smell of wormwood came to my face. Grandma took the cooked wormwood out of the pot. Take a big kitchen knife, skillfully chop wormwood into slag, put it in fine gauze, filter it, and then put it in a pot for heating. Then use it to knead glutinous rice flour and choking rice flour into a long blue dough, and then wrap it like jiaozi, but only one size bigger than ordinary jiaozi.
Ai jiaozi is steaming in the pot, and we pester grandma to tell us about Ai jiaozi. This glutinous rice ball can ward off evil spirits. As the saying goes, "Eating glutinous rice balls on Qingming Day is not afraid of showers." It often rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day, so I ate Ai Gao or Ai Jiao. It is said to have the effect of preventing the body from being damaged by rain.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is great, with not only good wishes, but also thoughts all over the sky.
With the coming of winter vacation, we are surrounded by the joy of rest. But today, I suddenly remembered a famous saying from grade five-"Let the horn of prophecy ring! Oh, west wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? " I think what he said is quite right. Winter vacation is coming, can graduation be far behind?
This sentence made me think for a long time. I think: if the winter vacation comes, it will prove that there are only less than half a year left before graduation. Thinking that I have been in this second primary school for nearly six years, thinking of my joys and sorrows here, I can't help but feel an unspeakable taste, a slightly bleak taste.
From innocent and lovely junior to optimistic middle school, and now to this colorful senior, there is not a time that I can easily forget! Because this is my childhood.
Looking back on Children's Day in 20xx, the articles recited by my sixth-grade brothers and sisters after releasing 1000 balloons were so magnificent that they resounded through the sky. Although I am preparing a performance in the basement, I can feel the healthy spirit that deeply infects me. Now it's our turn to leave, as if it came too suddenly, and this unspeakable taste can't help but catch our eyes.
In addition to remembering the school in these six years, there are also six years of class four students! Looking back on these six years, we studied together, played together, ran happily on the plastic track together, and treated each other with sincerity. Just like our "QQ group-remember those four years", six years of study and life will never be forgotten.
I can't forget the teacher who has taught us for six years. They keep educating us like our mother and never give up on us. While teaching us knowledge, it also teaches us the truth of being a man and makes us understand the true meaning of being a man. Although many teachers have changed, they are all the same anyway!
But in any case, we must take this step to middle school. What I can do is to race against time to realize my dream in the future, and don't forget the "four years old" in No.2 Primary School!
We will graduate in less than half a year, and there are so many thoughts, so many disappointments, so many disappointments and anxieties in our hearts.
Those vows have been shattered, those tears have evaporated, and those boring things will not happen again.
I don't know if I will meet again in the future, and I don't know if I will remember the happy day near 1000 in the future.
Those vows will never be mentioned again, but will only be touched in a certain space before picking up faded memories. Now, in the next reincarnation, you can't find your footprints any more, and you are promised to repeat the same fate and forget you in the next reincarnation.
My classmates stuffed cards into my hand, but I was at a loss. The students recorded it on my desk, but I didn't know what to write. I don't know if my feelings for three years are too weak or if I'm afraid I'll never see you again after I finish writing. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of our separation.
I wake up in my dreams again and again, thinking about the happiness and beauty we have together. I left tears in my dreams again and again, afraid to open my eyes, trying to escape this reality.
It is fate that we can all be together, but why does he have to separate us? I don't know, I don't know how many days we can be together. I want to know whether we can keep our friendship and whether we will get into trouble together.
I'm afraid, I'm afraid of leaving. But what can I keep? Only broken memories. And a farewell letter.
Graduation is like a big period. From then on, we bid farewell to a period of pure youth, a period of frivolous years and an era full of fantasy. ...
What should go will eventually go. I can't forget what I should. I gave up what I should have given up, but I let go when I should have caught it. ...
Three years We spent three whole years together. Unconsciously, three years have passed. But those past events seem to have happened yesterday.
Walking in the rain, my face is glistening with liquid. I don't know whether I miss rain or tears. ...
Miss the excellent composition 10 The person I miss most is my grandfather, and my grandfather is the person I miss most.
My grandfather died 1 years ago, but I still miss him. Whenever I miss the happy time I spent with my grandfather, I will cry silently: Grandpa, are you okay now?
Grandpa and I used to be inseparable every day.
I remember once, Grandpa Zu went out to play with me and walked for a long time. I'm too tired to walk. Grandpa zu saw it and said to me, "Come on! Victory is ahead. " I was full of passion at once, and it was my grandfather who gave me strength and doubled my confidence.
Another time, I failed in the exam and the whole family scolded me. Only grandpa grandpa didn't. Grandpa and his family finished talking, and began to talk, saying, "Didn't you fail in the exam when you were a child?" Don't always scold your children. Come to think of it, there is nothing wrong with myself. You always only know how to make money, regardless of your children's studies, you only care about money. Do you think children are more important or money is more important? I never think about myself. If you want to take care of the child, don't have her in the first place! " Mom and dad bowed their heads and stopped talking.
Grandpa left me delicious food, and I couldn't bear to eat it myself. In grandpa's eyes, I am more important than my parents. Because, I am his favorite person.
My grandfather died 1 years ago, but I still miss him. Whenever I miss the happy time I spent with my grandfather, I will cry silently: Grandpa, are you okay now?
Miss the excellent composition 1 1 miss, like a nostalgic movie, gently wet the soul, miss, like a colorful dream, full of complex hearts. The memory of childhood is a dust, which falls in the past and in Yan's eyes. I want to cry. I know that my childhood has passed, and life in rainy season is not as calm and dull as a pot of brewed tea.
I miss my childhood days, with tears, heart and words ... childhood made me walk a part of my life in a down-to-earth way.
It sent me through a peaceful and happy journey until its end, and gently sent him away with my hands. The future will be a stormy journey. He baptized me, encouraged me and made me strong, but I still dreamed of the sunshine of my childhood. I dreamed of the rain in Mao Mao when I was a child.
My mood changes with time, so does my age. Now I have grown up and lost my friends-"childhood" only left a record of our friendship.
Living under the same blue sky as my childhood, enjoying the same sunshine, listening to the same noise and enjoying the same tranquility. On the day of parting, I held his hand tightly and begged him to stay with me in tears. But he pulled out his hand and said, "Don't cling to the past, seize the present, and someone will accompany you in the future." I nodded gently and looked at his distant back, only to know that I had grown up and had no chance and right to live in my childhood.
I lost my childhood, but I gained maturity and strength. I sailed to the wind and rain in a boat given to me by my childhood. ......
Living in the rainy season, we understand that the passing of childhood is a pity.
But it is precisely because of the beauty of childhood that it is possible to grow up to this day.
Miss the excellent composition 12 Yesterday afternoon, our family packed up and went back to Boshan.
After arriving at my hometown, my brother and I went for a while, just skateboarding. Soon after we got up, we went to the mountain.
At grandpa four's house, my grandfather, my father and my uncles got together and went up the mountain together.
On the mountain, the air is really good! What we said in the first class was absolutely right. Forests are green factories. We arrived at our destination, prepared for a while, and then set the meal. I fan the rice with a bamboo pole. My mother said, keep working hard and your grandfather will be very happy.
My uncle took my grandson and me to the mountains to play for a while. I saw an old man herding sheep. There are at least twenty sheep. We watched it for a while and then went down. When we went down, we were almost ready. I used bamboo poles to fan the rice again. There are flies, I dare not do it, for fear of getting the dishes dirty. My grandfathers kowtowed first, then my fathers and uncles. Finally, my mother, my grandson and I. Sun Ziyuan doesn't want to knock. My mother asked me to set an example for him. I got down on my knees. Because it was the first time, I had to look at my mother with my head tilted. I knocked four times and almost broke my glasses (they were scratched one by one).
I forgot what my grandfather was like. According to my mother, he likes me very much, because I am the only girl named Sun in my family (except my second aunt). Let's go to a restaurant for dinner. When I came back, I accidentally looked at the sky. It doesn't matter if I didn't read it. I was shocked when I saw it. Just above my head, the constellation Ursa major is particularly obvious. The head of the spoon faces north and the handle faces south. No wonder it's too hot now.
Through this grave-sweeping, I miss my grandfather even more.
Miss the excellent composition 13 Lolo misses that summer very much. Although I don't like summer.
In summer, Luo Luo will cook a large pot of mung bean porridge, fried shredded potatoes and shredded green peppers. ...
Sit by the TV, eat slowly and watch cartoons happily.
Lolo likes this summer very much. Lolo always has a happy face when telling others, and his cheeks are as red as a big apple.
Although her brother will fool her with the same lie that he has told countless times, she is still very happy.
Rollo said, "Summer is great!" Then I always giggle.
Lolo wants to have a water fight, catch fish and move crabs in the river. ...
But her mother wouldn't let me go.
Lolo likes summer and hates it. Because mosquitoes always suck her blood. Lolo pouted angrily and shut himself in his room to watch cartoons.
Rollo said, "Summer is not good at all! ! ! "Then I've been scribbling on paper with a pencil.
Lolo misses the delicious corn paste. Lolo always eats a lot.
Lolo likes to enjoy the cool in the summer night alone, watching the stars and the moon, thinking about many things, then falling asleep and having many beautiful dreams.
I saw fireworks in summer. They are as beautiful as meteors.
Rollo didn't make a wish. Rollo said, "I'm tired."
Then Luo Luo Zhen forgot.
Lolo said that summer is really beautiful, like a meteor, but it can't be touched and never comes back.
Summer has passed, and Lolo has gone.
Lolo misses summer. I don't know if he wants to be in summer and autumn.
Lolo waited until twelve o'clock last night and ate a big apple. She said today was her child's birthday.
Lolo is happy and sad.
But Lolo finally said, "Happy birthday, dear baby!" "
Rollo doesn't know why it is dark. Lolo knows nothing and doesn't want to know.
Lolo wanted to sleep and took the baby away for 20xx.
Lolo had a dream, dreaming of summer and dreaming of many things.
Miss the excellent composition 14, miss the New Year a few years ago. ...
I remember that at that time, during the Spring Festival, every family took out the best food stored by themselves to entertain guests, just for fun and joy. A few red lanterns will be hung at the door of every house, which will make the street warm and peaceful through a touch of bright red in the dark.
Grandma lives in her hometown, and we go back every Spring Festival. Only these days will I go back to my hometown to stay.
Grandma often feels lonely when she stays alone in her hometown for a long time. So whenever the new year comes, she walks around the yard, waiting for the knock on the door and the laughter of her children and grandchildren.
With the quick knock on the door, grandma ran excitedly to open the door. "Come back, cold or not, come and eat something!" "She smiled, just hot sweat inadvertently came out in the kitchen. After eating a bowl of hot rice, she said, "It's delicious! "Enough to make grandma's tiredness disappear completely.
I'm full, sitting in front of the door, waiting for the first fireworks in the New Year.
Finally, with a scream, the first batch of fireworks soared into the sky. It rose at an extremely fast speed and flew into the air in the blink of an eye, with brilliant sparks shining on its tail.
When it reaches the highest point, there will be another explosion in the darkness. In a flash, the fireworks that used to be like missiles instantly turned into ashes, replaced by fireworks all over the sky, forming a fiery red flower in the cold winter night.
Grandma was fascinated by it. Fireworks rushed into the sky one after another, and pieces of fireworks lit up the night and ignited the New Year.
However, the past is just the past, just like sand blown away by the wind. You can't catch it, but you can only watch it float away.
The Spring Festival is not so lively now, only a few lanterns and tables of hot dishes.
The new year is still a new year, but it has lost its original flavor.
How I miss the New Year's Day when I could watch fireworks in my grandma's arms a few years ago.
It's wonderful to miss the excellent composition 15 when I was a child. Memories of childhood, memories of the past, infinite yearning. Childhood makes me feel that the bigger I get, the more confused my brain becomes.
Yes, childhood is desirable. Childhood, carefree, I don't want anything, I'm not afraid of anything, my parents don't force me to study, I don't know anything but play, so I'm very happy and happy.
When I was a child, I asked my parents to buy things, and my parents didn't refuse. Now, all kinds of troubles, sadness, troubles and childlike innocence have left me. When I was a child, I missed being one, four or five years old.
When I was a child, my parents and I went to the countryside to play, climb mountains, fish, eat snacks and play around. I remember once, I went climbing with my parents. I'm really happy. I saw a flower, picked it, saw some "strawberries" and asked my father, "What is this?" Dad picked it and said it was delicious. I grabbed it and threw it into my mouth. I only ate sour and sweet, delicious! I saw mushrooms again. I was too curious to pick them.
Down the mountain, I jumped up and saw a big snake, sticking out its tongue and suddenly let out a scream. Probably my parents heard it and rushed over. I pointed at the snake, but my father hit the green snake with a hard and thick branch, killed it and hung it on a tree, scaring me away from it for 5 meters.
After going down the mountain, we went fishing again. My father has a big pond with a lot of fish, big and small. I went there and ran around the pond. When I came back, my parents had caught a fish. I saw it was so simple that even noisy people wanted to fish, but I was impatient. I haven't caught a fish for a long time, so I was so angry that I went to play.
The door of childhood will never open to me again. Time!