Warm Memory Excellent Composition 1 Her love has been given to me, and the rest is her white hair and the rest of her life soon.
I almost forgot the footprints of her face and the years after her years; Only I can understand the kindness in narrowed eyes; Black hair can't cover the silver thread with extra black hair. What is that? Didn't I want to paint my hair black with a black pen?
She is my grandmother.
At that time, you took me home. I remember you said you would take me to a good place. I asked foolishly, "Is there a princess?" You smiled: "I have a little princess beside me." It is a lotus pond, yes, it is indeed a fairyland. Leaves are dyed green in spring, flowers are woven in summer, autumn becomes clear, and winter draws blue. Two mandarin ducks swimming in the water are affectionate between the lotus leaves. The budding lotus is my favorite pink, and the morning dew is still rolling on the leaves. Are those God's tears? No, that's Ye Er's saliva.
At that time, my old grandmother, wearing loose white clothes, embroidered shoes and carrying a bamboo basket, shuttled through the reeds. She is like an ancient scholar, dressed in blue silk and jade, with shy cheeks, standing out among flowers and plants. She is fragrant and charming, sometimes picking a leaf, or folding a flower, or girding her waist, or making a hair accessory with a plug, which is elegant and pure. But the flowers my grandmother folded were for me: a bunch of nameless wild flowers, not delicate, not to mention vigorous, just fresh and refined, without the smell of fireworks. Grandma put the flowers still in the vase on me with her emaciated hands. "How beautiful!" I smiled, and so did grandma.
It was another night of thunder. I curled up and trembled. My parents are not at home, so naturally I don't know that I am afraid of thunder. Grandma's here. Yes, it is the familiar sandalwood, which is gentle and reassuring. I slept in her arms, tired, afraid to look at the dark clouds, heavy rain, lightning and thunder outside the window. I just looked at the dim candlelight. There is a person standing straight on the wall, like a big tree, next to a soft little tree, snuggling up to her.
Slowly, I fell asleep, and I had many dreams: grandma became a big bird, I was a bird, and grandma protected me from being caught; Grandma is a flower, I am a little flower, and grandma helps me melt the spring mud; Grandma is a big tree, I am a small tree, and grandma blocks the strong wind for me. ...
no ...
She is lying peacefully in the hospital bed, and I want to tear up the critically ill notice. I want to be grandma's little soldier and defend her life and kind soul. ...
The silver moon is the poison of loneliness; Without her love and warmth, I was deeply cut by the knife of years. The place left for her in my heart is still there, but people are gone.
Warm Memory Excellent Composition 2 In my memory, there are countless warm things. Maybe it's a sincere help from a stranger, maybe it's an unremarkable move, maybe it's an encouraging word ... but it still shines so brightly in the long river of the universe.
This is a boring summer vacation. My mother saw that I was not in the mood, so she said to take me out to play. My pupils dilated at once, and I jumped up as if I were three feet tall with excitement, ready to leave at once. I jumped and jumped along the way, as if there was no PM2 5 attack in the air, and the flowers and plants in the green belt were particularly fresh and tender! I took my mother's hand and ran into the supermarket, but my mother's feet seemed to be filled with a lot of lead, which always kept up with my pace.
When I came to the supermarket, there were all kinds of toys everywhere. Mother seems to be a child. "How about this? What should I do? " And I seem to have become an adult who knows everything. Put your hands back, shake your head and say, "No, no, no! I don't even want to see it. It's not that I'm grown up and sensible, but because I want to buy snacks with the money saved from buying toys. I took my mother's hand again and swished like a breeze to my "good partner" since childhood, and I didn't forget to bring a small basket with me. Whether I like it or not, I stuffed these potato chips and chocolates into the basket, but I didn't know that an "evil force" was quietly approaching! " That's enough for you! "I slowly turned around and saw the last thing I wanted to see.
"Oooo ..." I finally filled the basket and was almost completely put back by my mother, leaving only a packet of cookies, enjoying the spacious "palace" proudly and comfortably, as if it were a supreme and most expensive queen, and I was about to give in to it.
I was carried away and shouted at my mother in a rage, "Why is there so much delicious food in that neighbor's sister's house!" " Mother said nothing, but from her face, I saw sadness and disappointment.
In this way, she and I returned home from the cold war. As soon as we opened the door, we were knocked down by a man walking in a hurry. But I can feel a couple of people behind me have been protecting me. My mother was just about to be reasonable, but she saw the "snack sister" with food poisoning.
At this moment, time seems to stay here forever. At this moment, I understood my mother's good intentions. At the moment, my five-flavor bottle seems to have been broken by me, and I don't know what it tastes like; At this moment, the tears in my eyes hit the ground like pearls and gave a harsh sigh. ...
Mom, I'm sorry. ...
This is my happiest and warmest memory!
Warm Memory Excellent Composition 3 The afterglow of the sunset slipped in through the window. I sat by the window and felt the temperature of the sun. And in my mind, there are also warm memories like sunshine.
I was eight years old that year. I liked to run against the wind at that time. When the wind blows, you will feel cool, and at that time, I began to be interested in nature. Once, I was in a daze at home. Suddenly, a bug flew into my field of vision, and my interest suddenly came. So I followed the bug, ready to catch it. That's red.
Beetles with many small spots on their backs look like ladybugs. Unfortunately, this is not the case.
I also had a quarrel with my friend, because bugs are ladybugs. We didn't "stop" until my mother finally called me home. Now, I won't do it again. Because with the development of vision, whether a bug is a ladybug has become a memory in my mind. And this interesting scene in childhood has become the warmest memory in my heart.
It was summer. At that time, I was very timid, especially when facing dogs. Even if a puppy runs a few steps towards me, I will run home in fear. I have a very good friend. How is she? Everything is fine, but it's too bad, because she has a dog at home. At first, she didn't know I was afraid of dogs. When she came back, she came to me with the puppy every day.
How dare I continue to play! She doesn't mind either. Anyway, she just holds the puppy every day. When she saw me, she said something "insulting" and suddenly raised the puppy in front of me. How did I do it? Hey, hey, I dare not go out. Of course, during the winter vacation when she held the dog every day, until that day came: her puppy was taken away by her aunt and said that she would have a winter vacation. When I heard the news, I couldn't help laughing and thinking, "Look what a mess you've made me!" " "Who knows, she brought the neighbor's dog again. Oh, my god. Such an interesting scene has also become a warm memory in my heart.
That time, it was an exam. At that time, my knowledge was still very shallow, but for a first-year general exam, the root
It's nothing. After the test paper was handed out, I started to do the problem without saying anything, and when I met something that I couldn't do, I was blank. When I stopped writing and looked at a quarter of the empty questions, I couldn't help thinking, "The knowledge of Grade Three is obviously not enough for this level test paper of Grade Four!" as time goes on
I have filled that gap. Although some
They were all cheated, but what if they were right? Therefore, every time I take an exam, I will try to abide by a "golden rule": I would rather write blindly than leave blank. So how many points did I get in this exam? Forget it, I won't tell you! What a pity! Every exam will carve a new stroke in my mind. While gaining knowledge, I also gained a lot of warm memories. Those exams have become warm memories in my heart.
My partner and I argued about this bug because the dog was too scared to go out, and because the exam made me more competitive. This scene is the warmest memory in my heart.
When I was in kindergarten, my mother was often on a business trip and couldn't pick me up. Only my aunt can pick me up, but she just gave birth to a baby, which is very inconvenient.
On a quiet afternoon, after school, everyone lined up happily to go home. The sky in Wan Li is like a monkey's face-it changes when you say it. Suddenly, a dark cloud came from the horizon, accompanied by lightning and thunder! Suddenly, raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, and then fell directly from the sky like the milky way in the sky! My heart suddenly pulled together, what should I do? ! My aunt can't come in such bad weather! I-I-I can only go to the classroom to shelter from the rain first, and then think of something when the rain stops! I bowed my head in injustice, and tears swirled in my eyes. Who knows, the rain seems to be possessed ... I sat helplessly in the corridor, looking up at the sky, very depressed ... "Hey, why are you still here?" When I looked back, it turned out to be Miss Huang in our class. I suddenly had the hope that "the aunt with the baby can't come to pick me up …". I looked at her kind eyes, and the warmth filled my whole body. "Oh, I see!" Teacher Huang said thoughtfully, "Then the teacher will take you home!" "She smiled at me and took my hand and went out. Her soft and warm big hand, holding my cold little hand, is full of warmth! I suddenly became energetic and extremely excited! I took the teacher's hand and kicked the splash of rain. I think it's romantic! I looked up at her colorful umbrella and my heart melted instantly. ...
Miss Huang's umbrella is very small, but in my opinion, it is unusually big and full of love. ...
1 of "bang", the storm rolled up like countless barbed whip, hitting the umbrella hard. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, forming a waterfall to cover the ground.
I was tired, holding my teacher, and suddenly I touched a big wet thing. I looked up, and Miss Huang tilted her umbrella at me. Her right side was all wet and I was beaten. Tears welled up in my eyes and I hugged my teacher tightly!
The teacher's body is like a stiff piece of ice, shaking constantly. I looked up at the teacher. Her pink lips turned purple and her face was bloodless. I can't help but hold the teacher's hand and keep breathing. Raindrops seem to be considerate of the teacher's indifference and gradually become smaller.
When I got home, the teacher let me in. My light blue dress turned dark blue, but I was blocked by an umbrella, but I didn't get any water. There is another warm current in my heart. Teacher, teacher! I'm not crying! I have a little more respect and admiration for the teacher in my heart!
For seven years, my memory has never retreated. Miss Huang's care and love for me is meticulous, and every time I think of it, my heart is still surging!
Warm Memory Excellent Composition 5 The warmth in memory is within reach. Because it comes from my dearest class-Shuangyou 12.
Warm sunshine classroom, strong atmosphere.
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the earth, it looks like a little girl in golden clothes dancing. The green plants inside and outside the classroom are also full of vitality in generate, and the pot of green radish in the corner of the book also adds a bit of beauty to the classroom. On the steps of the fifth floor, you can smell the flowers with the breath of spring, which will make you refreshed. Don't wash your face with cold water after class in the afternoon. As long as you breathe fresh air in the corridor and look at the beautiful scenery in the distance, all the fatigue will be swept away, leaving only unspeakable comfort. I succeeded in the exam. Go and see Laura, learn from her indomitable spirit and strive for better results next time. If you fail, enjoy some beautiful pictures on the blackboard, regain your confidence and try to beat the exam. How can you study in a classroom like a warm sun without a strong atmosphere? This is a warm memory.
Gentle teacher, race against time.
The biggest difference between junior high school and primary school is that the subjects have increased and the difficulty has increased by more than one grade. Fortunately, there are several extremely responsible teachers in our class: although Mr. Wan in the old class has been "skipping classes", his progress and academic performance have not fallen behind, and he has been at the forefront of the grade; Zhang Can, a math teacher, has been described as "a strict teacher makes a good teacher". Every time you ask her a question you can't, she will take time to answer your question. When English teacher Huang entered the seventh grade, the first week was like borrowing a class for us, and I was afraid there was not enough time. Every Friday, her two classes are always six. The history teacher always comes to the classroom a few minutes in advance to urge students to endorse; Mr. Wang, a political teacher, loves his job and takes time to check the students' endorsements every time. Mr. Wu, the biology teacher, tried his best to explain every knowledge point; Mr. Wang, the geography teacher, is a cross-class teacher, and his hard work can be imagined. It is the hard work of the teachers that makes Class 7 (12) achieve such excellent results. This is a warm memory.
Warm classmates and work together to create excellence.
"Be a better self and create a better class" is the double-excellent goal of our class. We really did it! Job responsibilities have been effectively implemented: every time I go to school, I can always see uniform tables, curtains with yellow ribbons dancing in the wind, chalk boxes on spotless platforms, the curriculum on the blackboard is updated every day, there is no white garbage on the ground, and the books on the shelves are placed in order. This is the responsibility of students. When you go to the classroom for self-study in the afternoon, you can see the students helping each other. Ask if you don't understand. What we can hear between classes is the deafening slogan of our class. All this touched me and is my warm memory.
The warmth in memory is within reach. It comes from the class with strong learning atmosphere, from the teachers who race against time, and from the students who compete hand in hand. They are all my warm memories.
Warm Memory Excellent Composition 6 That aunt, like the warm sun, warmed my cold heart in that cold winter.
It was a day covered with snow, and I was glad to see the school covered with snow. Because this is not only the first snow this year, but also the day when we go home on holiday. Looking at the world wrapped in white, our hearts are washed by snow, and the excitement is beyond words. The snow brought us a lot of fun. I hummed a little song, waiting for the time to go home. After lunch, I came to the classroom, and the teacher said to us, "Because there is a lot of snow on the road, it is not safe for cars to drive on the road, so most buses will not operate today, so please ask your parents to pick you up when you go home today, and be careful on the way home." "The teacher's words immediately doused my joy. How should I go home? If my parents come to pick me up, my home is a little far from here, and the road conditions are not good, which is very unsafe. What should I do if my parents don't pick me up and I miss the bus? Anxiety robbed me of my happiness.
After school, I packed my things and walked out of the school gate, looking at the muddy road. How should I go home? My mind was not on the road at all, so I unfortunately stepped on a pool of water, and the cold water suddenly woke me up. I quickly put my feet back, but my shoes were still wet, which made me even more depressed.
I walked on and looked at this road. I decided to take a tricycle to the station. But few of them were taken by others, so I had to walk to the station. When I got there, my shoes were wet and cold, but I didn't have time to take care of them. I waited in that place for a long time, but the bus didn't come. I feel very scared and worried. At this time, there are snowflakes floating in the sky, which makes me even more helpless.
I looked around anxiously and saw a cleaning aunt. I went to borrow her mobile phone to call my parents. I feel very uneasy in my heart. I wonder if she will lend it to me. I walked up to her, explained the situation to her and looked at her nervously. Without any hesitation, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and handed it to me. I gratefully took the phone and said thank you to her. She nodded to me and I dialed my mother's words. Hearing her words, tears could not help flowing out of her eyes. Aunt has been comforting me. After the phone call, I returned her cell phone and thanked her. She told me that if the bus came, she would give me a ride first, and she would call my parents to explain the situation. I was very grateful for her kindness. I told her no, and she said, well, when she caught a glimpse of my shoes being wet and the weather was so cold, she suggested that I go to the supermarket next door to keep warm and wait for my family to pick me up. She comforted me and said, "Don't worry, your parents will be here soon. Don't be afraid. " After listening to her simple but warm words, I felt a warm current flowing in my body, making me no longer cold, and her help and words made me warm.
I always think of her when it snows in winter. That strange aunt, like the warm sun in winter, melted the cold and warmed me.
In the long river of my memory, some things have long been forgotten and some are vague, but that thing is still clear and bright, shining in my heart.
It was a rainy day, it was raining, and my heart was as long as the rain. I am going to school today! Because I am a boarder, I have to carry a lot of bags. It is raining cats and dogs outside, which is inconvenient. Besides, my parents are busy today, so I have to go by myself. I sighed one after another, but it still didn't weaken the rain. On the contrary, it rained even harder. I had to get up slowly and say to my mother who was about to go out with a bitter face, "Mom … Mom, it's raining so hard today, can you send it …" Before my voice fell, my mother looked at me with angry and disappointed eyes and said loudly, "I'm too old to go to school alone?" Mother's refusal is understandable, but I still feel wronged, hanging my head and tears in my eyes. I carried all my bags, but I couldn't carry an umbrella. In desperation, I had to plunge into the rain and fog and hit a car quickly. When I got to school, I was almost soaked, and several bags were inevitably hurt. Just as I was sitting in a chair sorting out my soaked luggage, a familiar footstep sounded. Although the sound of wind and rain washed it blurred, I can still recognize it as my mother! Somehow, I suddenly got up from my chair and was chasing my mother in the corridor. Her health is not much better than mine, except that the bag in her hand is not wet. Isn't that my bag for clothes? Why ... She looked at me in surprise and reached out and touched my hand. Before I could react, a chill swept through my hands. I can't help shivering. Mom's hands are so cold! My heart is frozen and my whole body is numb. It seems that it's just my mother and me. Time seems to have stopped, leaving only my mother and ordinary life scenes in my mind: when I was sick, my mother was busy taking care of me; One hot summer night, my mother fanned me with a fan. What good hands! Washing clothes, washing dishes, cooking for me, taking great pains ... Look at me again, I don't understand my mother's hard work, because I forgot to take my bag at home, but the boss asked my mother to send it! I couldn't hold back my feelings any longer, so I sobbed. My mother said nothing but whispered, "It's my mother's fault that I didn't send you here. Don't cry. This is your bag ... "This sentence lit up my heart like the dawn of the sunrise. I looked up at my mother and she smiled. That smile, like a warm flame, dispelled the chill in my heart and made me indifferent in the rain. At that moment, I was warm alone. ...
After many years, the feeling of being wrapped in warmth at that time has not been forgotten! I hope it can exist in my heart forever and will never disappear in my memory. ...
Warm memory excellent composition 8 cold winter night, go home alone, accompanied by the north wind. The biting cold wind blew head-on, like a tiny blade across my face; Branches are also swaying in the wind, giving out bursts of sobs; The dim street lamp cast my shadow on the ground, so lonely. At the thought of failing the piano band 8, my physical coldness seems to have reached my heart.
Turning the cold doorknob, I pushed the door open and the rusty hinges creaked. I trudged into the house. I sat at my desk, watching the lights in the distance, staying quietly, but my heart was very depressed.
Yu Guangzhong caught a glimpse of white fog floating from the kitchen. I turned around and saw my mother standing in front of the pot through the fog, stirring with a wooden spoon. Soon, he put down the wooden spoon, turned off the stove fire and poured the dishes from the pot into the bowl. I can't help wondering: what will mom be doing so late?
At this time, my mother came up to me with a bowl of brown sugar, jiaozi, and told me that it was cold. Have a bowl of jiaozi first. I took the jade-like stone white porcelain bowl, and the warmth between my palms immediately reached my heart. There is a layer of white fog on the surface of the bowl. The bowl is filled with dark red brown sugar water, and several white and round jiaozi sink at the bottom of the bowl.
I gently scooped up a glutinous rice ball with a spoon and put it in my mouth. The sweetness of brown sugar spread on the taste buds. I bit open the glutinous rice balls, and the fragrance of sesame seeds bloomed instantly between my lips and teeth with the sweetness of brown sugar.
Mom asked me: Is it delicious? I nodded: hmm. In the past, when I learned to cook, sometimes I cooked rice, sometimes I put too much salt in my cooking, and sometimes I even cut my hand. I wanted to give up at that time, but if I gave up, would you be able to eat such delicious jiaozi? Mom said that the piano teacher had told me about the exam, and I heard that you were going to give up the exam. Actually, playing the piano is similar to cooking. As long as you keep practicing, even the most difficult music can be played smoothly. After listening to my mother's words, the dark clouds in my heart cleared away, and I made up my mind to pass the piano band 8.
Tangyuan warmed my stomach, and my mother's words warmed my heart and gave me the strength to go on.
After that day, I sat in front of the piano again and started boring practice. The monotonous fingering still bothers me, but with the experience left by the last practice and the great strength in my heart, my hands began to become more flexible, and a series of tedious notes turned into elegant music flowing from my fingertips.
Time flies, I once again ushered in the piano exam. This time I chose Mozart's sonata in C major, the third movement. On the stage, my skillful technique and emotional performance made the judges and teachers deeply intoxicated by my selfless performance. At the end of the song, the audience applauded. At that moment, the sun shone on me through the window, so soft and warm. And I, also intoxicated in this wonderful atmosphere, can't let go for a long time.
As time goes by, days pass by. From then on, whenever I see the piano band 8 certificate, that kind of warm maternal love will come to my heart and never disappear. The warmth in my memory always brings me strength and hope when I face difficulties and adversity.
Sitting by the window, watching the light rain outside the window and listening to the sound of the rain. Memories flooded into my mind, and I quietly felt the warmth brought by those memories.
A breakfast.
"Bridgette, come and eat. The meal will get cold soon." Grandma began to urge me to have breakfast again. I quickly tied my hair and went to the table and sat down. The delicious breakfast that Grandpa prepared for me in another way made me warm. Actually, it happened more than once Every morning, grandpa always gets up early to prepare breakfast for me, and then grandma reminds me from time to time to avoid being late for school. Although this is just a breakfast, it contains the deep love of my grandparents, and my gratitude for their love is beyond words. Can't the memory of this breakfast make me feel warm?
A glass of milk
"Daughter, drink the milk before you do your homework." Dad gently pushed the door in and said softly. I put down my pen and took the milk my father handed me. A warm current flows into my heart from my throat, which makes me feel warm. Dad saw that I had finished drinking, so he took the cup, touched my head and said, "Come on! Do your homework in the cold.
Calm down and don't be impatient. "I nodded, absorbed in research. Every night, my father always washes me a glass of milk when I am tired of doing my homework, and doesn't leave the room until I finish it. Although this is just a glass of milk, it contains my father's deep love for me and makes me full of motivation to learn. The milk in this memory really makes me feel very warm!
umbrella
"Ding ..." School was over, but it began to rain outside. I want to bite the bullet and run home. Just out of school, I heard a familiar voice: "
Daughter! "I turned around and it was my mother. She ran to me with an umbrella, and I went home with my mother. It rained harder and harder, but I didn't get wet at all. Looking up, I saw a dark blue umbrella blocking the sky above me. But look at my mother's side, naughty raindrops are sprinkled on my mother bit by bit. I pushed my mother's umbrella hand to her side, and my mother shook her head: "Nothing, I didn't get wet either. "When I got home, my mother was half wet. Mother caught a cold the next day. Isn't this umbrella my warmest memory?
A breeze is blowing, and the wind smells of new rain. I walked out of my memory, but I can't forget those warm memories-a breakfast, a glass of milk, an umbrella, and the love my family brought me. They will stay in my memory forever and keep me warm.
Warm Memory Excellent Composition 10 Dear boy, how about a happy New Year in the morning? It was grandma who said this. There is a memory called warmth.
Whenever the Chinese New Year, Wu Nong's soft words will ring in my ears, and the past is intertwined, which makes me deeply moved.
In Huaqiao, when I was three or four years old, my grandmother took me. Grandma is a farm worker. She often goes out to wait on the vegetable garden before dawn and comes back at sunset. I waited for my bloated body to appear in front of me. I jumped out and threw myself into her arms: grandma hugged me! So three words popped up in her mouth: Oh, hey, hard work, hard work. At this time, she is like a warm big cat, and I am curled up in her arms, just like a quilt covered with sunshine.
Grandma picked up a hoe and put on a straw hat, which is really like what we call a female man now, but when she is not doing farm work, she knits with a wool all day, and sweaters, pants and scarves are all a piece of cake for her. Grandma was afraid that I was cold, and often lied to me to wear the clothes she knitted. Then she said, "You won't catch a cold, have a fever and drink bitter medicine if you wear this dress!" " But the strange thing is, is there any special magic on the clothes? I really don't want to take it off when I put it on.
Time is too fast and cruel. When I was in kindergarten, I left Huaqiao and stayed with my grandmother day and night. When she left, there were unspeakable things on her face: like happiness, like worry, endless thoughts, and not many melodramatic words, leaving only a little darling to come back for the Spring Festival in the morning? Speak slowly enough to stop time. Then I was stuffed with a pair of gloves, without beautiful colors and beautiful decorations. Just a pair of black gloves, with the temperature of her hands. Come back early for the Spring Festival and learn to be a good person. She mumbled something. I waved to her, waving small black warm gloves.
Going home early for the Spring Festival, we are always too busy to say what we are busy with. Grandma waited for three or four years. Her old man should never work in the fields again. I imagined her dragging her frail body and sitting in the chair in front of the house, still shaking her knitting needles, and looking up at the children playing on that road from time to time. Will it remind me of my childhood? Then move the chair home and eat New Year's Eve alone. Thoughts drift through the willows, and thoughts also dye the sunset.
I haven't seen grandma for years now. I seem to have forgotten her appearance and habits, but what I can't forget is her voice. That fluent native dialect can bring me back to my childhood and our time alone.
Grandma, the warmth you gave me is a beautiful lie, the warmth you gave me is those black gloves, and the warmth you gave me is the most beautiful sun I have ever had.
Thank you for giving me so much. I will definitely come to see you during the Spring Festival.