If I can choose the time, I want to go back in time. There are my memories and you who love me. The following is an excellent full-mark composition (10) that I compiled to review the past time. I hope you like it.
Looking back on the past time, 1 Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life has passed, and we are about to step into the middle school hall; Grow up and mature immediately; I will leave my alma mater soon.
As time goes by, imagine: now we are freshmen. Just entering the campus, naive childlike innocence makes us curious about things on campus. Look at this and that. Strong curiosity prompted us to run around and touch the tall and stout trees. Smell the flowers; Touch fresh sports equipment. When we saw our head teacher, his kind and harmonious face warmed our young hearts. When he reached out his hands to greet me, I didn't dare to answer it, and the teacher didn't mind. He smiled kindly and took me to class to meet new partners.
When I was in the second grade, my teacher and I got to know each other. There is one thing I can't forget-I had a good time with my classmates in physical education class. I was so happy that I completely forgot that there was a wire under my feet. I ran and ran, and suddenly I tripped over the wire and hit my knee hard on the ground. Suddenly, my knee was bleeding, and I was forced to endure the pain. I was helped to the classroom by my classmates. Old times. Let me say a few words euphemistically first, how could I be so careless! Then, immediately wipe my wound gently with toilet paper, then slowly pick me up and take me to the health clinic, asking me if it hurts while walking. I was moved by the teacher's concern, and my gratitude to the teacher was silent, and I couldn't say anything. When I arrived at the health center, the doctor quickly wiped the disinfectant, applied the medicine and bandaged the wound with gauze. The teacher was watching, and everyone felt pain for me and kept asking me if it hurt. The teacher's behavior made my young heart full of flattered. Grateful and moved, I forgot the pain and only silently blessed. Up to now, I haven't forgotten it silently. The teacher's birthday is coming, and we are all secretly preparing to hold a party for the teacher. I am full of joy, eating cakes, playing games and having fun! But we immediately thought of graduating from our alma mater, leaving our teachers and classmates who had been together for six years, and leaving Class Three where we stayed for six years, and we couldn't help shedding sad tears. Hot tears washed away the dust on our faces, and nostalgia swallowed our hearts with mixed feelings. We are reluctant to part with the teacher, and the teacher is reluctant to part with us. We huddled in the teacher's arms and felt the warmth of the teacher. The strong feelings between teachers and students filled the classroom and echoed my appeal. At this time, we are no longer willful, only sweet.
It's all over. What we can do now is to seize the present, cherish the time, spend these days together, study hard and repay the teacher with excellent results!
Looking back on the past time, time flies, time passes, and the ignorant years are gone forever. Looking forward to the future, it is a long and ignorant road. Let's move on. Inadvertently looking back, I found my nostalgia deep and far away.
Childhood is like a colorful dream, which makes people want to stay; Childhood is like a white and flawless cloud, which makes people yearn for it; Childhood is like a colorful rainbow, which is intoxicating. Childhood is like a flower in bud, which makes you puzzled.
When I was a child, colorful past events. With the growth of age, the school is busy. Childhood is often forgotten in a corner.
If you have free time, move some chairs and make some friends to sit in them. Looking at the blue sky, the long white clouds, the birds twittering in the branches and the butterflies dancing among the flowers, we are reluctant to leave until the sun goes down.
Remember touching the fish in the cave? A clear day in Wan Li, Wan Li. I made an appointment with my partner and came to the river. The river is crystal clear, fish are swimming in the water, crabs are playing with their big pliers, and frogs are staring at us with big eyes. We are going down to catch fish. Suddenly, a child cried, "Look, there is a hole." So we followed his eyes. Sure enough, the hole is by the river. There, trees are lush and flowers are in full bloom. There is a cave in this beautiful scenery, which is very narrow and dark. I asked curiously, "What will be in it?" The companions said in unison, "I don't know." After a while, a little friend said, "It's close to the river. Will it be the nest of fish and shrimp? " I nodded thoughtfully. I can't wait to reach into the hole and touch the fish. "ah! Soft, bare and cool. It must be a fish, or a big fish. " I cried with excitement. Taking out the fish, I was so scared that I threw it on the ground, but I didn't expect to throw it on my feet. I kicked it on the grass. "Oh, my God! It's actually a snake, so thick! I was almost scared to death. Alas! I am so stupid! "
Recalling the innocence of childhood, I just giggled. When I was a child, I dreamed of flying into the blue sky and being a carefree bird. As a result, I was dizzy and unconscious. I heard that drinking the water in the stream would turn me into a fairy, and I naively believed it. Results: I had a stomachache for several days. Wear mom's high heels, put on lipstick, and compliment the mirror several times.
Childhood, what a beautiful word. Fireworks are beautiful, but only for a moment, but that's what makes them unique. I want to create a bright future with my own hands. As long as you have experienced ups and downs, you can see the dawn and have good memories. Fight! For the future, for hope!
I lost my childhood, but I became mature and strong. I sailed to the wind and rain along the "flowing water" of time in a delicate boat given to me by my childhood, believing that there is always sunshine after the wind and rain. Living in the flower season, we understand that the passing of childhood is a pity, but it is precisely because of the beauty of childhood that we have grown to this day.
Goodbye, precious childhood; Farewell, unforgettable childhood; Farewell, I miss my childhood. Childhood, oh! When can you come back?
Looking back on the past time, six years have passed, and now it seems to be just a dream, but time tells me that this is not a dream, and we have to face this sad fact. I said I didn't care, but I still had a cold feeling and a dull pain in my heart.
Listening to Days in beijing east road, I recalled six years together. The lyrics begin with "We were all children at first, and in the end, we longed to be angels." . There are fairy tales hidden in the songs. Where should the children's children fly? "Although we are not as big as the lyrics now, we also have some inexplicable sadness in our hearts.
What will it be like to meet again in a few years? Tears filled my eyes or a casual glance. Maybe at that time, we were mature and embarrassed to recognize each other again, but it was inevitable that there would be some joy in our hearts. Maybe at that time, even each other's names have been forgotten, but the pursuit and fighting together will still have an impression. Even if you become a singer, actor, host, scientist or civil servant, even if the years dilute your friendship, you will still cry with excitement.
Old class, don't forget our agreement, and the bright smiles on each other's faces when we fantasize about a beautiful blueprint for the future; When you are happy for success, don't forget to clap your hands loudly; When you are angry, don't forget to vent your anger together and ridicule the enemy naked in your eyes; Don't forget, when one of us is sad and painful, the other person's inner pain is blocked. We are dismissive of the enemy. We encourage each other in the face of difficulties. In the face of sadness, we comfort each other. Only you worry me the most. As my best friend, let's try to break into the world together!
Meishao, I won't forget our friendship. Your patient guidance made me feel very warm when I encountered a difficult problem. When I was playing, your liveliness and openness made me have a good time. Seeing your bright smile, I giggled with you. When we play together, you always play a bad role and let me play willingly. You never take my sarcasm seriously and don't care, because you know it's just a joke. Besides Sasha, you are my confidant. As my best friend, I wish you a happy life! See who can laugh the happiest in the end!
Long Ye, my enemy. I don't think I will have any antipathy to you after graduation! Because at that time, I might only have nostalgia for the past and couldn't help smiling at the scenes where you chased me. I also understand a truth from now on, you can ignore others to provoke you, so many things will not happen, right? You should be a sparrow's nagging for others' ridicule and interference, and for no reason at all. Long Ye, although you are self-righteous, I think you are still kind to me, so I wish you more friends and better grades.
Goodbye, class. Maybe one day we will be together again. At that time, I really don't know whether to cry or laugh. This kind of sadness always makes me cry. Laughter and slapstick among classmates, humorous talk, Qi Xin's concerted cooperation, encouragement and comfort when failing. Having you is my greatest happiness, and I am very satisfied. I wish you a bright future!
Tears swirled in her eyes, but they didn't fall after all. Happy parting, tears can't change the fact, so try to laugh. Say goodbye to all this with a smile. Cherish this six-year memory that is neither too short nor too long. Get happy again, get ready, and go to junior high school. Goodbye, all this.
Looking back on the past time, the blue yearning suddenly evolved into the whole summer, the warmth in the air will not be far away, and winter seems to be no longer nostalgic. Looking back on the past, I miss the green. It is said that the four seasons remain the same, but the time of one season has returned to the past. That summer that was blown by the wind, the fleeting time has turned to the past, and the memory has run aground in my thoughts.
That day, it was the season when the lotus was in full bloom, but it could not take away the melancholy in the air. Yes, it was the last class in primary school. In class, the teacher still carefully explained one knowledge point after another. The sound of the loudspeaker is very clean, no one interrupts it, and no one makes any noise. There is only the rustling of chalk rubbing on the blackboard, and powder particles like snow fall. I sat quietly and looked around. The bright red testimonials on the back wall witnessed our growth. The strokes on the blackboard made us feel the friendship of six years ... Looking back, the sun shone on the teacher's quiet face through the window, but I clearly saw the disappointment in the teacher's eyes. It is an indisputable fact that we are just passers-by, but time can tell the endless length of the teacher-student relationship.
After class, I couldn't help smiling at the innocent smiles of my schoolmates, and then I went to see my alma mater.
Approaching the small flower pond, I remember a scene where we pretended to enjoy the flowers gracefully, always commenting and thinking of some gorgeous words to describe them; That tall acacia tree, I remember picking up the whole acacia flower as a bookmark, and it was full of fragrance when it opened. I remember letting the slender fluff of acacia flowers stretch gently in the sun and let it fall. Walking into the small conference room, I remembered the humorous speech of the brigade counselor and the enchanting peach blossoms outside the window when the team Committee meeting was held there every Thursday; When I walked into the computer room, I remembered that every time I took part in a computer competition in computer class, my teacher gave me warm and patient guidance. Walking into the exhibition room, after each winter vacation, it will be filled with all kinds of exquisite lanterns made by ourselves; When I walk into the library, I remember that every time I go in, I always grab the books I am interested in and always coax others to change them. ...
All this, in the golden age, was plated with Phnom Penh.
In the evening, the setting sun dyed the horizon red, and the quaint teaching building was more solemn against the setting sun. I slowly bent down and bowed to all this. Let it go.
Looking back on the past, childhood is like a dream, and time flies. When we are enjoying the baptism of youth, time slips away quietly from us. My childhood life is beautiful and full of colorful life colors. The ups and downs of life are full of all the flavors of life.
Seeing my old photo album, it seems that I have returned to the world at that time, full of joy and nostalgia. I remembered a song, which sang,' The past time is unforgettable, unforgettable!'
Primary school life is our initial campus life, full of innocence. Naive language, bad temper, "I won't play with you" has become a common saying of our children. Things between children will be fine in three or two days, or even disappear in an hour. The most interesting thing is that greedy children buy a dime and two pieces of candy, pretend as if nothing happened, give a candy, and then play together in a few words.
Children's life is like a bird in a clear sky, flying freely, happy and beautiful. There are many games suitable for children, such as hide-and-seek, eagle catching chickens, net sharks and skipping rope ... these are the most interesting games in childhood memories.
There are many kinds of skipping rope. Some of us choose the high jump because their jumping ability is really good, and they can jump easily even if they are too high. But I always fall behind. Even at the waist, I feel very sad when I jump up. When it comes to the shoulder, I always do a few somersaults, and sometimes I don't forget the little somersault. Because this is also a difficult test, some people are very powerful because of her elasticity and lightness. It's like me bouncing and being heavy. I pull the rope the most times, and conversely, I lose the most, haha.
When I was a child, I once went for a walk at the gate of hell. I remember it was a summer vacation in grade three. That day, it rained a little, but it was very hot. My little friend invited me to swim in the river. Perhaps because of the rain, the river rose and became a little turbid, but we still ignored it and chose to go into the water. I don't feel any danger at all. Death beckons to me. At that time, my companions and I were picking bamboo leaves and had a good time. As a result, the sand was loose, my foot slipped, and the whole person lost his center of gravity and fell into the water. The flood washed me into the middle of the river and pushed my water down. I sank together, drank a few mouthfuls, and my mind went blank. After a few meters of water, someone finally saved me from the water, but I turned around.
Time always turns around and flies, and our next youth is coming soon. Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad, and sometimes I am angry with Doby. We're all happy anyway. She has become a memory of our childhood.
Looking back on the past, when my mother was tidying up the wardrobe, she left a photo album in my cabin. Finish your homework and be idle. I opened the photo album out of curiosity. Pictures of my childhood came into view. In the first picture, my mother and father and I are on a sand dune in Inner Mongolia, enjoying the warm sunshine with open arms.
The sunshine poured down on us, feeling warm and soft, making people sleepy. Our family of three lay on the soft sand dunes, closed their eyes, as if covered with a layer of gold mattress, shining all over, and soon fell asleep.
Well, happiness means that the family enjoys the caress of sunshine together and has a comfortable "beautiful sleep"! Haha, let's take a look at this again. This was taken in the snow with my good friend. We stood beside the snowman and smiled happily with the gesture of "∩".
We were together every day at that time. Before I was 8 years old, I basically played with her. In spring, we dig wild vegetables in the suburbs, go out to climb mountains and swim in summer, pick up maple leaves in autumn, and make snowmen for snowball fights in winter. The photos and pictures alone with her are full of our deep friendship.
Happiness is spending happy time with good friends!
When I closed the photo album, I turned around and saw a wall of awards. There is a yellow certificate on the left, which I got when I was rated as a three-good student in my first year of high school. I was holding a thin award, but I felt heavy. I was careful lest I accidentally flew away. I do two steps in three steps. When I got home, my mother hugged me and smiled happily and said, "My daughter is great." Recalling the happy expression of my mother and I at that time, I couldn't help but touch it gently. This is my first time to win an award!
It turns out that happiness is so simple. It is everywhere, just around us. Hehe, if you want to have happiness, then feel and experience it with your heart!
I have relatives, friends and my own pride, so I am very happy!
Looking back on the past, our alma mater is like our second "home". In the past six years, I have heard on the radio countless times that "good times are always so short, it's time to say goodbye". I didn't understand its meaning until now. From the first grade, it is fate that everyone gets together. When fate comes, it is parting.
These six years have changed me a lot, from young children to teenagers, from complaining about the short time to sighing that the sun and the moon fly by, reluctant to part. She is like a kind mother who cares about me and teaches me.
When I entered the first grade, I walked into the classroom with a nervous mood, where I met the teachers and classmates who will accompany me for six years. The second grade sports meeting taught us the strength and importance of unity. The parents' meeting in the third grade, our nervous mood and the martial arts performance in the fourth grade, we persisted in practicing in the scorching sun every day and finally succeeded. The singing competition in grade five made us appreciate the beauty of poetry, while graduation photo in grade six left us with disappointment and nostalgia.
The people and things that happened in these six years not only gave us full memories, but also taught us a lot of truth.
Now we are big brothers and big sisters in grade six, and we will graduate soon. Everyone is making full preparations for junior high school, but no matter how busy we are, we will still take a walk on campus and seize the rest of the time to miss our alma mater. Every grass and tree here has our growing footprints. No matter where we go, our alma mater will always be our home when we look back. When we walk into the school gate, we will recall those six years. Dear teachers' careful teaching has shaped us into excellent ones and influenced us from the deepest part of our hearts. We have partners who have been together for six years, playing together, studying together and chatting together. I deeply remember the enthusiasm of our classmates. No matter who forgets to bring school tools in the class, everyone will lend them to him. A class is like a big family, everyone is a part of it, and everyone is inseparable, even if there was unhappiness between the two classmates before.
One and a half months, I will leave my beloved alma mater to open another strange door, but I am not nervous, because I am a happy boy!
I want to thank my alma mater for its education and tolerance! Six years will be the best memory in my life.
Six years passed like running water, and I tried to reach out and cover it, but there was nothing I could do. The dazzling name of my alma mater, like a brilliant star, hangs high in my heart forever. In this parting season, I wish my alma mater "peaches and plums all over the world"!
Looking back on the past time, excellent full score composition 8 Hi! Are you a sixth grade graduate? If so, I want to ask you a question: Did you cry on graduation day? I feel that you will cry. Actually, I don't know! I was the one who cried on graduation day. Why are you crying? Because I have been with my classmates for at least a year, I can't bear it! Because this graduation may be farewell, never to see each other again! Because I don't know if I will remember each other when I meet you again, and I don't want to forget!
This time, we graduated from the sixth grade in a hurry. We have no graduation ceremony, no chance to get together again for the last time, no heart to the teacher, no hug to each other! So we graduated, so we graduated with regret! When we left, most students didn't cry, but I was in the minority. In fact, many students will look up at the ceiling from time to time and try not to let tears flow out. Boys who usually don't care about anything, let the tears flow down, then quietly erase them, pretend that nothing happened, pretend that they are strong, and pretend that they don't know what crying is. Seemingly strong, they also have such a weak side.
This graduation is really hasty. The news that we are going to graduate is considered graduation. Oh, not graduation. We have no graduation ceremony. How can it be called graduation? This is just a holiday. We knew we were going to have a holiday ten minutes before the holiday. Before graduation, it came, which caught us off guard, made us unable to say goodbye well, and ended the classmates' affection this year. We were still chatting during the last recess, but now, we are going to separate. Maybe the teacher was afraid that we would be sad, so she told us so late. But we are still sad! Why not give us a time to receive the news? Why? Let's leave with regret? Teacher, I have never hugged you, nor have I made you remember me in my unique way.
Although I said this graduation was hasty, I still want to thank you. Because our holiday this time is much later than last year's sixth grade. It is this longer period of time that makes us know each other better. Therefore, I want to thank this graduation and blame it. But fortunately, most of our classmates are still in junior high school in this school, and we will meet again! Goodbye has two meanings: 1. See you again. 2. Never see you again. Level 60, I hope you and I are the first, see you again. Looking forward to seeing you again! I believe that day will not be far away. We'll meet again.
Actually, we already know. From the day we met, we knew that one day we would be apart. Because, meeting is the beginning of parting. But I think there should be another sentence behind, we will meet again after parting!
Next autumn, the classroom will still be full of people, but it's not us anymore! But we will meet again in many autumn! I hope that day will come soon, and I hope we can be the same as before! We can also play together, chat together, share together, cry together, laugh together and wave goodbye together as before! Say goodbye to everything before!
Hey, level 60, I will remember you, and you can't forget me! Sixty classes, sixty-four people, will all be reunited one day! Maybe that day will be far away, but it doesn't matter, I will wait, wait, wait for that day to come!
Class 10, class 10, the momentum is like a mountain, go forward bravely, and be full of lofty sentiments!
This is our exclusive slogan. I still remember it. What about you?
Looking back on the past time, 9 "JL, do you still remember Wang Lin?"
I stopped when I heard someone calling my name. Looking back at the place where the sound source is located, there is a sister in Grade Two. I'm trying to search for the name "Wang Lin" in my memory, which seems a little impressive. Oh, she's my neighbor's sister, whom I met in grade one. Grade two is very kind to me. The sister who stopped me used to be a close friend of Sister Wang Lin.
"Of course I remember." "Just remember, don't forget."
After that, we both left in a hurry. But somehow, I've been thinking about Sister Wang whom I haven't seen for five years. Unconsciously, I remembered my past with her.
I am a foreigner, and she is the first good friend I know. In my memory, at that time, she loved to wear a high ponytail, with a fleshy face and a well-proportioned figure. Very gentle, especially to me. Typical image of sister next door, really cute girl.
Her mother is a cosmetics buyer. Naturally, both mother and son are good at dressing up. I remember that on June 1 day, she took me to her house and begged her mother to make me up. Of course, she agreed. Did many people praise me that day? Don't mention how happy you are. There is no doubt that she is also the most beautiful girl in the class that day.
At that time, our home was close to the school. So we always walk home together after school. She said to me, "Wait for me outside the school gate after school. If I release it earlier, I'll wait for you outside, okay? " "yes." She always likes to tell me a lot of interesting things that happened at school, and I am happy to listen. Pedestrians on the road watched us inseparable every day and joked, "These two people are really like sisters." They all smiled at each other.
She doesn't regard me as her sister. She should regard me as her friend. Sort of. I clearly remember that it was one night and I was doing my homework at home. A little sister came in next door. She gave me a pen container and said, Sister Wang asked her to give it to me. And asked me if I wanted to be friends with her forever. Of course I agree. Who doesn't love such a good girl? However, in retrospect, this is, I feel so naive and ridiculous.
She has always been the monitor in her class. At that time, I thought the monitor was a very, very sacred position. I have always regarded her as my source of strength. I didn't change my mind in early August, just to get her approval.
She looks very mature. She didn't know what love is until the second grade, what she likes and so on. Many boys in her class like her. No wonder her personal charm is so great. Once she told me that two boys had confessed to her, and she also thought that both boys were fine. They introduced their personalities and studies to me respectively. I summed up their advantages and disadvantages, so I might as well compare that boy. What a mature girl! She asked me what my ideal type was, and I thought about it and said that I was handsome and got good grades, and I could get a certificate in every exam. Haha, in retrospect, I feel so stupid.
Times have changed. Sister Wang Lin went to the city. After that, we also lost contact. Her mother's shop was also transferred to someone else. It can be said that things are there, but people are not. I felt empty when I passed her shop. Occasionally, I met Sister Wang, and I wanted to talk to her, but I always couldn't say it. Pass by.
She is still 16 days away from the senior high school entrance examination, so she should study hard in No.2 middle school now. May she be the first, and I believe we will meet again!
Looking back on the past time, 10 time flies, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye.
After the end of the senior high school entrance examination in June, several families were happy and worried.
At that time, it was the rainy season in Jiangnan, with continuous rain. The rain outside the window dripped down and fell into our hearts for three indelible years. In the past three years, we have gained friendship, teacher-student relationship and enjoyed the joy and glory of playing. When we get good grades, we enjoy it; When we encounter setbacks, we * * * tide over the difficulties together.
Close your eyes and think back three years ago, everything is vivid. I didn't get good grades at that time and didn't get into the best junior high school in town. Come to no.2 middle school with a little loss. I got into Class 5 with a medium grade. When I first got to class, I hardly said a word. Later, I got acquainted with several classmates and gradually integrated into the class group. My earliest classmates have also become my best friends and best friends. But today, three years later, this kind of loss is long gone. I am glad that I entered this big family, because I proved myself in No.2 Middle School and spent three happy years. In the past three years, I have made continuous progress. Despite the frustration of losing the competition, I finally ended my junior high school studies successfully. Not only in academic performance, but also with the encouragement of teachers, I am bolder and less shy in front of my classmates. With the joint efforts of more than 40 students in the class, Class 5 rose like a dazzling star Ran Ran, and made progress in various activities, releasing the most dazzling brilliance in the senior high school entrance examination in June.
We used to walk on the playground, play ball on the basketball court, cheer at the sports meeting and play on the last day of June ... We used to spend one ordinary and happy moment after another, enriching our study life and branding it in my heart.
When the summer sun sends out the last residual temperature, most of us will soon go our separate ways, enter different schools and study with different classmates. I will remember these three years and the past of this old friend as the most beautiful shell on the beach in my heart.