1. Write an essay on memory, 900 words

"It's just vertical and horizontal words on the paper - vertical and horizontal words, how can there be words? In the overlapping ink marks, there are already The traces of my original contemplation are gone!" - "Spring Water" The dark clouds rolled in, and it was rain.

That day, the school was in the midst of final exams, and they were working hard to make up for the missed classes. The sound of *** brings the end of school.

I walked in the rain with a few of my close classmates, and I waved goodbye to them at an intersection. Because the car lock was broken in the morning, I asked my mother to take me to school.

And now, I have to ride home alone. In the rain, I dodged here and there to avoid the "intrusion" of raindrops.

After walking through many small rain puddles, we finally arrived at the station. This was my first time taking a bus by myself. I was a little excited, a little nervous, and a little worried about my busy mother.

I looked up at the route next to the bus, and after understanding it, I determined the route I needed. A drop of rainwater got into my eyes. I rubbed my blurry eyes, turned my head and leaned towards the direction of the oncoming car.

The rain is still falling. God seems to be unable to see me in this situation. Instead, it is raining harder and harder. My hair is wet, my clothes are wet, and my schoolbag is wet. There are too many passing vehicles, and people come and go in a hurry.

At this time, a dark blue private car stopped in front of me. There was no sound. At that time, when I was ten, I naively thought: Could it be like the bad guys in the TV series who want to deceive children? This is terrible.

My heart began to feel restless and even more at a loss. After a while, it changed direction and drove away.

Originally, I didn’t want to take this opportunity to exercise my social skills, but now I am nervous. I clasped my hands and thought of my mother, but I knew she could come pick me up, she had more important things to do.

Inadvertently, a woman wearing a brown raincoat, riding a blue electric bicycle, with raindrops at the corner of her mouth was transmitted to the optic nerve through the retina. "Hey, baby."

She said, "Come up, it's raining heavily!" It's her mother. Her eyes were filled with joy. She looked at me, looking deeply at me, and I looked at her, looking deeply at her.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. Before I knew it, I got in the car and hugged my mother. Under the protection of the raincoat, I asked my mother: "Didn't you agree to let me take the ride? Do you have something important?" At this time, I was very proud because I saw my mother coming to take me, but in order to save face, I had to do this ask.

"There is nothing more important than my baby daughter." I was secretly happy, but argued, "You made me lose the opportunity to exercise." My mother seemed to understand my thoughts. I heard her laugh a few times and said: "You!" Then, I also laughed.

The rain fell as always, never lessening, but it didn't feel as annoying as before. Suddenly I felt that it created an atmosphere, which was a warm feeling. For five thousand two hundred and nineteen days and nights, the events of that day, the rain of that day, and the touching of my heart have been imprinted on my heart and become an indelible mark.

I turned it into a seed and planted it in the most beautiful place in my heart. I watched it when I grew up and watched it when I grew up. Watching the seed grow into the top of the tree is a memory I treasure. 2. Write an essay on the topic of "remember"

Do you still remember me? The present is no longer the future as promised.

——Inscription When I left you, I looked at you silently. Everything in my life is irreplaceable except you. We parted without saying goodbye. Are you sad? You and I have been separated for about three months now. Do you think this is fate? I knew you were by my side, but I never paid attention to you, and I never thought I would meet you - my alma mater! do you remember me? When I go to see you again, I don’t feel as relaxed as before. When I go to see you again, my feet seem to be put on heavy shackles. My eyes are bitter but stubborn. I can’t help but feel my tears. I don’t want you to see the sadness in my heart. .

Do you still remember me? When I went to see you again, I no longer belonged to you, my beloved alma mater. I couldn't tell you in words, so I walked quietly. do you remember me? Unknowingly, I came to my first classroom here. I was disappointed and sad. How could I leave? I stood where I was, and saw the ordinary yet special faces of my classmates. I stood there. Behind the blackboard, I saw the way I was doing the blackboard newspaper again; I stood in front of the classroom, and I saw the discipline-discipline look I had just become the squad leader. I stood on the podium and saw me participating in the singing competition, my cheeks flushed. I was red, but I still sang with all my strength... I laughed, and at this time, I heard a voice: "Stop laughing, your tears are all falling!" Do you still remember me? You look at the campus of Nottingham University. I walked into the complex building and came to my second classroom here. It was also the last classroom in my junior high school. It was also the classroom that I loved and hated. This classroom stayed with me. The most tiring time in junior high school - the wandering third year of junior high school.

I sighed helplessly, and I finally understood a lyric in "Li Ge": "The loneliest thing is when you want to stay but can't."

do you remember me? In this classroom, I saw the countdown still clear on the blackboard. Its constant updating made us junior high school students have mixed feelings; I saw the sprint declaration posted on the back wall. We swore an oath and signed our signatures that day. I can’t tell anyone. I saw my thoughts; I saw the motivational words written by the principal, and the hopes for us from the teachers of various subjects; I saw my seat, and remembered the days when I competed with my classmates to see who had fair skin; and I saw each of my classmates. I wanted to sleep but didn't dare to sleep in class. I saw the joke I made with my teacher when we discussed the 100-day declaration; I saw the scene in the last class: the Chinese teacher taught us how to make a tea egg, and the math teacher held on to the last moment. The head teacher, the English teacher, told us what to pay attention to in the exam with just six words: walk the right path and be a good person.

My eyes moistened again. Teachers from all subjects came to encourage us. I didn’t want to tell anyone about my sadness. do you remember me? I walked to the playground and saw us who were not afraid of sweat in physical education class and were working hard to practice the test items. We were exhausted every time before we reached the finish line. I don’t know what reason motivated us to run to the finish line.

I suddenly remembered that during the physical education exam, there were about 300 meters left and I had no strength at all. I suddenly saw the head teacher next to the examination room. Her deep eyes were filled with hope. I listened. When the teacher called my name, and then shouted "Come on" in a loud, pure and unforgettable voice, it was like a rocket taking off. I understood the teacher's heart. I ran to the finish line quickly, full score! I walked softly, and when I saw the teacher's smiling face, I smiled too. The clouds turned into summer, and the tears were evaporated by the years.

Here I am, transforming from a crying little girl into a strong woman. Time, you walked away too fast. I was trembling by your cold hands, which made me sad. You left without looking back, and I begged in every possible way to stay.

My desire to stay close to my alma mater failed again. do you remember me? We promised not to separate and to be together all the time.

I send you away with my heartbeat, sad to leave you. I can’t see eternity, but I hear the leaving song... I hope time will allow me to let you be well! May someone accompany you through the ups and downs. 3. Write an essay on the topic of "remember"

Do you still remember me?

Today's present is no longer what we promised.

——Inscription

When I left you, I looked at you silently. Everything in my life is irreplaceable except you. You and I left without saying goodbye. , are you sad?

You and I will be separated for about three months now. Do you think this is fate? I knew you were by my side, but I never paid attention to you, and I never thought I would meet you - my alma mater!

Do you still remember me? When I go to see you again, I don’t feel as relaxed as before. When I go to see you again, my feet seem to be put on heavy shackles. My eyes are bitter but stubborn. I can’t help but feel my tears. I don’t want you to see the sadness in my heart. .

Do you still remember me? When I went to see you again, I no longer belonged to you, my beloved alma mater. I couldn't tell you in words, so I walked quietly.

Do you still remember me? Unknowingly, I came to my first classroom here. I was disappointed and sad. How could I leave? I stood where I was, and saw the ordinary yet special faces of my classmates. I stood there. Behind the blackboard, I saw the way I was doing the blackboard newspaper again; I stood in front of the classroom, and I saw the way I had just become the class monitor in charge of discipline. I stood on the podium and saw me participating in the singing competition, my cheeks flushed. I was red, but I still sang with all my strength... I laughed, and at this time, I heard a voice: "Stop laughing, your tears are all falling!"

Do you still remember me? You look at the campus of Nottingham University. I walked into the complex building and came to my second classroom here. It was also the last classroom in my junior high school. It was also the classroom that I loved and hated. This classroom stayed with me. The most tiring time in junior high school - the wandering third year of junior high school.

I sighed helplessly, and I finally understood a lyric in "Li Ge": "The loneliest thing is when you want to stay but can't."

Do you still remember me? In this classroom, I saw the countdown still clear on the blackboard. Its constant updating made us junior high school students have mixed feelings; I saw the sprint declaration posted on the back wall. We swore an oath and signed our signatures that day. I can’t tell anyone. I saw my thoughts; I saw the motivational words written by the principal, and the hopes for us from the teachers of various subjects; I saw my seat, and remembered the days when I competed with my classmates to see who had fair skin; and I saw each of my classmates. I wanted to sleep but didn't dare to sleep in class. I saw the joke I made with my teacher when we discussed the 100-day declaration; I saw the scene in the last class: the Chinese teacher taught us how to make a tea egg, and the math teacher held on to the last moment. The head teacher, the English teacher, told us what to pay attention to in the exam with just six words: walk the right path and be a good person. My eyes moistened again. Teachers from all subjects came to encourage us. I didn’t want to tell anyone about my sadness.

Do you still remember me? I walked to the playground and saw us who were not afraid of sweat in physical education class and were working hard to practice the test items. We were exhausted every time before we reached the finish line. I don’t know what reason motivated us to run to the finish line.

I suddenly remembered that during the physical education exam, there were about 300 meters left and I had no strength at all. I suddenly saw the head teacher next to the exam room. Her deep eyes were full of hope. I heard the teacher calling my name. Then I shouted "Come on" with a loud, pure and unforgettable voice, and it was like a rocket taking off. I understood the teacher's heart, and I ran to the finish line quickly, full score! I walked softly, and when I saw the teacher's smiling face, I smiled too.

The clouds turned into summer, and the tears were evaporated by the years. Here I am, transforming from a crying little girl into a strong woman. Time, you walked away too fast. I was trembling by your cold hands, which made me sad. You left without looking back, and I begged in every possible way to stay. My desire to stay with my alma mater failed again.

Do you still remember me? We promised not to separate and to be together all the time. I send you away with my heartbeat, and I feel sad to leave you. I can’t see eternity, but I hear the departure song...

I hope time will allow me to let you be well!

I hope someone will accompany you through the ups and downs! 4. Write a 900-word essay on the beautiful things in life with the theme of memory

Occasionally, you accidentally come across a photo that has been forgotten for many years. Are you willing to spend a few minutes to identify each of them? Face? Many years later, many of the people in the photo have already drifted away from your life.

Like passers-by who once traveled together for a while, they were quietly separated before they could say goodbye solemnly. But you still remember some names clearly. Whenever you think of them without any warning, you will always find that they have been quietly settling in your heart. Time has transformed their voices and looks into an image, a voice, and only you. The documents that can be recognized are no longer vivid, but they are safely preserved, persistent, and follow them like a shadow.

They are your childhood friends, accompanying you to begin to understand the world, and giving you the initial definition of "friendship". There is no hiding whether you are happy or angry. They give you snacks and toys, accompany you to study in class, and get naughty after class.

Is there a color that can represent your childhood memories? Is there a moment that you didn’t expect at the time but that you still can’t forget years later? However, regardless of nostalgia or boredom, childhood will always pass and youth will arrive as scheduled. The keywords of youth include "publicity", "dream" and "sadness".

Is there a step that can affect your heartbeat? Is there a figure that you will look at severely only when she walks by? Perhaps, there is another thing, which is given a sacred meaning by a common action, and you will always carry it with you like a treasure.

Or maybe, one evening, you can't help but run to the street and get wet in the rain like no one else is around, because others can't see you crying in the rain. You know, everything passes, so does the pain, and in the pain you begin to understand.

Life is one road after another, and there will be different people accompanying each road. When time heals the pain, memories become the symbol of life and the witness of growth. Life is a state, and life is a process. If there is a person in this world, there is a way.

Please allow others to come in and out of your life with tolerance and kindness, welcome with sincerity, and say goodbye with cherishment, because the reason why there is happiness and pain is because we walk with each other, and no matter how long or short the journey is, Whatever you experience or undertake is a great fate. 5. Based on "Remember

Time passes day by day, and I grow up day by day. The past will become memories, and those memories will eventually be gradually forgotten, but they are always deep in my memory. There is something beautiful that cannot be let go.

It was very late when I came back from my grandma’s house. I hurriedly rushed into the supermarket, found what I needed, paid for it, and hurried out. My mother was waiting for me outside the supermarket. . Suddenly a figure came into my eyes and gradually passed me by. I looked back and felt that the figure was so familiar and kind.

My mother was chatting with people outside the supermarket. When she saw me coming, she said to the aunt next to me: "She's here." The aunt smiled and said to me: "Do you still recognize me?" I nodded. , "Did you see Dongdong when you went in just now?" I realized that the familiar figure that I just passed by was my childhood playmate Dongdong.

After a while she came out, and our two unfamiliar old friends were introduced to each other by Dongdong’s mother. She hasn't changed much. She still has short hair, a chubby baby face, and a pair of small, childish eyes, but there is a little more confusion and strangeness in her eyes.

Looking at her childlike eyes, I couldn’t help but think of the house we played together in the past. She was always the parent and I was the child; she was the teacher and I was the student. She always takes chalk and writes crooked numbers 1, 2, 3 on the wall... We have been separated since I went to school.

I heard from my mother that Dongdong came to see me after I left, but he always came back disappointed. I suddenly felt tears in my eyes, urging my mother to leave quickly. Before I got home, tears slipped out of my eyes uncontrollably.

We were close partners in the past, but now we are just passers-by. Who wouldn’t be sad about this? I have always believed that although time will pass, friendship is enduring and will not fade away with time. But now it seems I was wrong.

Now, I can only treasure the best things from the past deep in my memory. 6. Composition Write an essay with the title "Do you remember?"

Do you remember?

Friendship is like a glass of wine, and you will get drunk after one sip; Friendship is like a cup of hot tea, when you taste it Taking a bite makes my heart feel warm; friendship means sharing blessings and suffering together. Friends, do you remember the good times we spent together day and night?

In terms of learning, we are strong competitors. We argued one after another in class, and for every answer that seemed correct, we would make trouble for the other person and refute the other person's point of view. At this time, we are often red-faced and out of breath, and the teacher finally makes the decision. When my answer is correct, I am overjoyed and you are dejected; when your answer is correct, you are elated and I hide my face and watch. The classroom becomes so active because of you and me. Friends, do you remember?

get out of class is over, we are playmates. Standing on the window sill in the corridor, chatting about everything, discussing the past and present with great relish. Sometimes we would also talk about our opinions and scandals about our classmates. Whenever we talked about each other, there would be a fight. Sometimes, we would also complain to each other: dissatisfaction with the teacher, disgust with classmates, or worries about some experiences. Anyway, we talked about everything. We also occasionally play cards and tease others. Friends, do you remember?

After school, we were golf buddies. Rushing left and right on the court, we would also compete to see who has better skills. Sometimes you have a better move, and sometimes I am slightly better. In short, when you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent, and you will be equally matched. When we cooperate, we will have a tacit understanding, work together, and unite to defeat our opponents. Do you remember these scenes, my friend?

Although now you and I have taken our own classes and we have less contact, our friendship can never be cut by any sword. It is like a big net. No matter where we go, our hearts are always connected. They will all be networked together and never be separated. At night, I dreamed of getting out of bed, and those beautiful days were still vivid in my mind. I will keep those memories in my heart forever! 7. Do you still remember?

It turns out that those carefree childhood days always seemed so long. Once upon a time, I kept asking myself - when can we have mature and grown-up faces like senior children? At that time, I always felt that the day of graduation was far away, but now we are going our separate ways! My childhood friends, I want to ask you - when can we meet again?

It turns out that when we were young and young, we once walked through the most romantic street in our lives together. Our laughter, happiness and sweat were left here. We also once wandered and hesitated on this street, and now, As we mature and move towards the road of life, my childhood friends, I want to ask you - do you still remember our past ups and downs and the days of fighting side by side?

It turns out that we, who were unruly in childhood, also traveled together in the most beautiful early spring in our lives. The frivolous you and I once had a red-faced argument over which side of the road was more beautiful. The young you and I also felt depressed and full of complaints because of the rugged road. My childhood friends, I want to ask you - do you still remember the time when we grew up together?

It turns out that when we, who were full of confidence and did not know the heights of the sky, dreamed of soaring into the sky, did you ever stay here because of Everest in the distance? Have you ever dreamed of catching a hunt like an eagle and feeling ecstatic? When we each fly to the lofty blue sky in our hearts, childhood friends, I want to ask you - do you still remember the charm of the blue sky that we once experienced together?

It turns out that when we staggered into the vast sea of ??books from the ignorant child, did you ever shed tears because of losing yourself? Have you ever been proud of your temporary success? Now, we have grown into teenagers and gone our separate ways. My childhood friends, I want to ask you - do you still remember the happy moments we shared together?

In today's long nights, are you huddled in a corner because you are lonely? Have you ever looked up to the sky and cried because of sadness... My childhood friends, I want to tell you - "There will still be clouds flying tomorrow"!

I really don’t know where we will fly to in the ten years since we parted? My childhood friends, I hope you can still remember me. If one day we really meet again, I hope you still remember that we once sang loudly together, and I hope you still remember that we once composed the music of life together! 8. Write a 600-word narrative essay titled I Remember You

I Remember You

If you had not left, I could have stayed with you forever.

If you had not left, I could have been friends with you for a long time.

Looking at you in the photo, your clear eyes are looking at me. I miss you, you are my only friend, but you are gone now, I don’t know where you are.

I still remember clearly the heart-rending pain that afternoon. After I found out that you were gone, I was confused. Why did everyone leave me in the end? Am I not qualified to have my own happiness, you, the sunshine? , disappeared, all shadows survive in my body, I am afraid, I am afraid that my last relatives will leave me, I am afraid that everyone will leave me, I want to have you forever, but I am not qualified, you Will always leave me.

Walking through the vast sea of ??people, I wanted to find you, but I saw someone who looked like your back. I grabbed him and turned around, but it was not you. I was disappointed and desperate. I can never find you, you seem to be avoiding me. It has been 3 years and you still haven’t appeared.

I hate myself. If I had not taken grandma to see a doctor, I could have saved you. But how could I let go of my dying grandma?

I love her. I love you.

I don’t know if you resent me. I only know that I don’t hate you, and I will never hate you in my life. The only thing I hate is my parents.

Miserable, you always protect me from behind. When others say I have no parents, you comfort me and warn them. When others sympathize with me, you don’t let me. They sympathized with me and you said, you are strong and you don’t need sympathy from others. You always love me so much. But now, there is nothing, it has dispersed like bubbles, you are gone, who will protect me, who will comfort me when I cry. Those people are far inferior to you. You are the most important friend in my life.

I don’t care if you see it or not, I know that you are waiting for me, and I am waiting for you.

This article. I just used it to commemorate a very good friend of mine.

So. It’s okay not to support it. I hope I can keep this article. 9. An essay on the topic of longing 900zi

Blessings——Missing

Time passes without leaving a trace. Only the memory left in the rolling dust of mortals survives in its own unique way. The sound of flowers blooming in the green days and the flamboyant personality in the lonely years are all extraordinarily enchanting because of this memory. The wind in the dark night, rustling and cold, passed by my window, swaying vivid bells. My heart swaggers secretly with this flutter, becoming colorful in its own world.

The soft moonlight poured down, scattering the softness all over the ground. Yue'er seemed to gradually understand this thought, becoming moist, complete and quiet. Only a faint light fell to the ground. Such fragmentation disturbed the thoughts accumulated in my heart.

Such a quiet night with only a slight sound of wind is perfect for missing you. What entangles and tempts is just such a pure heart, clear and transparent. This is exactly what I want, spotless. I really fell in love with this feeling, the feeling of cherishing it. After passing through the vicissitudes of the years and the mortal world of time, we still care about each other a lot. Isn't this great? Really good.

Therefore, I am willing to keep you in my heart for a long, long time and do not want to let go. If I can, I want it forever.

Such pure longing, such surge in my heart, brings me soft sweetness and joyful happiness. However, this longing is only deeply hidden in my heart.

Many times, this longing is just like a surging tide, spreading and rushing in my heart. But no matter what, it's good to have such a real warm, comfortable and appropriate feeling.

The light wind is cool and pleasant. My heart is soft and gentle. This wind blows through my heart all the way, leaving me with heartbeat and bringing me joy. The quiet moon is peaceful and plain. I often ask the moon, do you understand this concern? I think you understand. Because, I can feel it.

Many times, my heart has been as warm as water for you. When it flows through your heart, don't forget to drink a sip of clear spring. You must remember that that is the wish of my heart.

What a beautiful night, what a beautiful longing. I would like to express my thoughts in this night. If there is a string of wind chimes hanging in your window and it is swaying lightly, that is my blessing; if there is a slight wind blowing on your face, it seems to be blowing on your face. Gentle touch, that is my longing, truly gentle and soft.

On summer nights, bright stars often shine. Like many bright gems inlaid on a huge sapphire. Occasionally, a meteor will flash by and disappear without a trace. Maybe, this is a wish made by one person for another? If so, great.

What beautiful longings, like a clear water, slowly flowing through my heart and integrating into my heart. It's like a beautiful dream that I don't want to wake up from. It's so warm, this faint heartbeat. If your heart is close, why care about the distance? I think, no need to.

A shooting star streaked across the night sky, and I prayed deep in my heart that everything would be okay for us.

Do you feel your heartbeat? If so, then my blessing has arrived.