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Composition: beautiful ....

Childhood memories should always be beautiful, not only because of her innocence and carefree.

Watching children eat hamburgers in KFC, or chasing and frolicking in the street on roller skates, or accompanied by their parents, go on road trip can't help but feel that children are really happy now, but it seems that something is missing.

My son asked me to tell him about my childhood, and I was always full of enthusiasm and gushing. Yes, the time I spent in the countryside in the 1970s has been engraved in my memory. The longer I stay, the more profound I will be!

The most unforgettable time is midsummer. The sky is clear and the sun is blazing in Wan Li. Green grass oil can be seen in every river, and the fish are shallow. Just after lunch, a group of "like-minded" friends got together, two or three of them were naked and dark. Everyone made a lot of noise and fought all the way to the river. Rush, Bagya Road ... and then "plop" and "plop", all jumped into the river. Then the river became a veritable "children's paradise". Eating diving and "catching loach" (a game), holding your breath longer than anyone else, catching more aquatic plants than anyone else. When you catch shrimp, you will peel it and eat it, because it is said that eating raw shrimp can swim. Several brave people climbed onto the willow tree by the river, jumped into the river with a strange cry and splashed white waves. When you are thirsty, swim to the clear water in the middle of the river and have a drink casually. Hungry, what should I do? Watermelon grows in the cotton field not far from the other side. Two older cats crouched, hid in the cotton field, scouted for a while, rushed in and dragged two of them back and ran, unaware of the melon watcher who was taking a nap. So everyone blinked their red eyes by the river and held watermelons to win. Although that melon is only six ripe, it tastes very sweet!

Also, climb to the mulberry tree, choose a branch, sit on it, enjoy the mulberry fruit, sour and sweet, until the mouth is black and purple and burps, and the adults carefully shout to leave the tree. Or, stick a bag full of cicadas with a ball of flour, go home and let mom fry it in an oil pan, which is simply the most beautiful food in the world! Leave only those loud ones, let's enjoy Xia's sonatas together. Sometimes, playing hide-and-seek in the rape field, breathing the refreshing fragrance of flowers, and coming home in the evening with pollen all over my head, I don't know anything about it. What is more enjoyable is to watch an open-air movie in the evening. People who came from more than ten miles away. In front is a child sitting on the ground; In the middle is an adult, sitting on a stool; Behind the stool are young people; Haystacks and trees on both sides are also crawling with people. There is also a stall selling melon seeds and peanuts in the distance. Joking, chasing, selling, making noise without losing order. There are stars all over the sky overhead. The perfect integration of man and nature feels so comfortable, quiet and harmonious.

Isn't this childhood enviable? Every time I talk about this, my son's eyes light up and he cries. Perhaps in his mind, there will be birds flying in the air, fish roaming in the water, or cicadas singing happily on the branches. ...

Answer: ㄡㄡㄡㄡㄡㄡ Magic-Magician Level 4 3-21/kloc-0: 56

The hourglass of time flows quietly bit by bit, and the traces of time are carefully depicted. Good memories can bring us a lot of warmth and emotion.

When I was bored at home that day, I picked up a book and occasionally saw an article called Kissing the Little Witch, which opened the inner lock and released those long-forgotten memories.

The article tells the story of a little girl who firmly believes that witches exist in the world and stubbornly thinks she is a witch. Before school, she lived happily in a simple witch world. However, she grew up gradually. In order to be admitted to a key school, she had to do a lot of exercises and attend various cram schools, and her witch world was shattered.

How I look like the little girl in the story, I think I am a little witch. My mother said that when I was a child, I was generous and quiet, and I smiled shallowly, not as heartless as Sister Zhen next door. Where did she know that? I did this to keep the witch noble and mysterious.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, one morning when I arrived at the school gate, a classmate forgot to wear a red scarf and was stopped by Zhou Sheng who was in a hurry. This is a good chance for my little witch to perform magic tricks. Can you miss it? That classmate saw me and rushed over: "Little witch, I forgot to wear a red scarf!" " ""Don't worry, close your eyes. I will take your red scarf away from home by magic. " I pretended to say a spell: "Shh, shh, red scarf, show up at once!" " "When the classmate opened his eyes, a red scarf appeared in front of him. In fact, I often put some commonly used things in my schoolbag and "change" them for anyone who needs them. At that time, I thought that I needed constant practice to really do magic. But as I grew older, my witch world disappeared.

Looking back on that wonderful time, I was so naive and naive. I am bathed in happy sunshine every day. I used my "magic" to help my classmates and felt extremely happy. I wish my witch world could shine again.

Everyone may have good memories. Of course, I am no exception.

It was an early summer evening, and I was walking aimlessly on a quiet path alone. Suddenly, a little boy caught my attention. He is as black as a piece of charcoal. Looking at the way he looked around, my curiosity drove me to have a look.

"Little brother, looking for? Brother helps you! "

"My key disappeared in the blink of an eye. My parents are getting off work soon. I have to go back and cook!" At some point, two drops of tears as big as beans fell down.

Suddenly, I suddenly remembered something and ran back. "That's it!" I came to him panting.

"That's right. Thank you, big brother. My name is Xiao Hu. Come to my house. "

Before I came to my senses, he had dragged me to his house.

"Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?" I asked humorously.

"No, big brother, you are so good, how can you be a bad person?"

Seeing his positive expression, I can't help feeling ashamed. "I kicked your key into the river," I stammered.

"My dad said that only mistakes can be corrected, and it is also a good baby!" ……

In this way, we met.

In this way, we became best friends.

Later, we often played together.

However, I didn't last long. After spending a month together, he said that he would move back to his hometown.

In this way, we never met again.

I remember when he left, he said, "Brother, we will meet again, right?"

"Well, it must be."

Although we never met again, our friendship didn't end. I learned a lot during the month with him. That is the best memory of my life. Up to now, I still remember it vividly. Time is like a song. Six years of primary school life is like yesterday's cloud. It's beautiful. Just like a cup of bitter gourd juice-bitter with sweet. ...

My teacher, my classmates, my classroom and my desk are unforgettable: they accompanied me in my six-year primary school life. No matter the ups and downs in six years, or saying goodbye to my classmates affectionately on graduation day, I walked out of the school gate and my legs were filled with lead: goodbye to my alma mater!

The tug-of-war competition in grade six made me realize the true feelings between teachers and students, the most sincere love between teachers and students. Everything in the past has not diluted my memory. I clearly remember that day-65438+February 5, when I first entered the classroom, I was greeted with a warm atmosphere. Four words are written on the blackboard: unite as one. Students' cheeks are like tomatoes-their blood is boiling. I understand that all this is caused by the teacher's "fanning the flames". When it was announced to go to the playground, everyone got up and ran to the playground with "brushes", and then the first game was the tug-of-war competition that our women's team had been waiting for for a long time.

There is an indescribable excitement in our hearts. Everyone stared at the glittering prize. The teacher's expectation of us has become the motivation in our hearts, and we are eager to win the first prize. "Shh-"The whistle sounded and we were ready. Everyone blushed and tried their best. At the same time, the teacher cheered for us loudly, and the students of Class 605 also cheered for us. Rope, rope, you have to fight for our breath! Teachers and students are exhausted, we must win! What a "God helps those who help themselves"! We finally won the first game. The next game, the most important one, became more and more intense. When we were about to win, the referee actually called us a foul. We were speechless, but in the next competition, we finally won the first place with practical actions, and a thousand words turned into tears.

Thinking of the unforgettable six-year primary school life, I can't help asking my former teachers and classmates; You guys okay?

"Time flies, the sun and the moon fly." In a blink of an eye, primary school life is coming to an end. Looking back on the unforgettable primary school life, I really miss it. In my primary school life, many things happened, just like shells. Some are dazzling, some are dark.

I am about to leave my spacious and bright classroom; Will soon leave the picturesque campus; Teachers and classmates who are about to leave each other day and night can't help feeling unforgettable. Because in these six years, that person left me an indelible memory.

I remember the unforgettable trip to Zhongshan in the winter vacation of grade five. On that occasion, we went to Hong Kong with a tour group, without parents or teachers. Originally, we were going to relax happily, but because of a small matter, I had a big fight with my classmates. The story goes like this: at first, two students in our class were quarreling, and later I went to persuade another student, but when I persuaded him, it became the two of us quarreling. Then we fought in a rage, and finally "both sides were injured and bruised" went back to their rooms. I thought about it carefully because it affected our mood in the last few days. Why?

We quarreled impulsively over a trivial matter, and that was because we were immature. Later, we made up again, because we both have an inclusive heart and can tolerate each other's shortcomings. This incident will never be forgotten by me. It taught me how to get along with others and how to cherish that friendship.

Unforgettable primary school life, unforgettable primary school life taught me all kinds.