That beautiful memory composition is 600 words (10)

1. That beautiful memory composition is 600 words.

Everyone has a wonderful childhood, has their own beautiful memories, and is proud of it!

When I was four, I lived with my grandfather. I was very happy those days. My parents entrusted me to my grandfather and they went to school! They told me not to cry when they left, but I was sad to see them leave. Looking at the distant bus, I cried. In the afternoon, I recovered. I play under the grape trellis, where there is a green grape trellis, surrounded by many grasses and vegetables, and some pigs. I'm afraid of it! It looks ugly! At that time, there were some small grapes on the vine. I can't wait to pick them and eat them. They are sour and hard. There are some children in our yard. We had a good time there and gradually forgot our parents. Grandpa's cooking is delicious. It's called a scent! I always stop when I'm full.

A few weeks later, my parents came to see me and bought me a lot of delicious food, medicine and band-AIDS. I ate very delicious that night, and my parents left the next day, and I began to miss them again! I walked back and forth several times, but the bus went by the same route. It's not the first time I've done this. There are many banana trees in our yard, but it just doesn't bear bananas! I am so angry! I have no choice but to play there. Playing hide-and-seek there at night, I can't find them anywhere! I lied to them several times! There are many flowers there, colorful and beautiful. There is a river outside the yard. In summer, my grandfather and I went swimming in the river, but I was afraid to go deep. At that time, I could not swim. Now I will. I can go deeper. The grapes are almost ripe, but they are still sour. Sometimes when I am bedridden, my grandfather will pick sour grapes for me to eat. It was sour, so I got up quickly. ...

After a few days, the grapes are ripe, my parents are here, and I should go. Grandpa knew I was greedy and picked a bag of grapes to take home for me. I can't see grandpa if I leave, so I can't help it, alas!

Now the bus is still on the road, but my childhood can't come back! It became my most beautiful memory!

That beautiful memory composition is 600 words.

Standing on the wall, the breeze blows gently, blowing a few strands of hair. Reaching out and touching the wall, the rough touch is enough to remind me of the past. Accidentally involved in the whirlpool of memories, the pupil continues to expand, carved into the gorgeous past of summer flowers.

I remember that afternoon, the sun was shining all over the sky, and the tall poplar trees in front of the door left a lot of shade in the yard. I am happy to sit on grandpa's broad shoulders, with two small hands held high like eagles, and grandpa trotted forward with a smile, as if I had really become a bird. Suddenly grandpa stopped, and I was a little surprised. I saw a small piece of chalk at his fingertips, smiled cunningly at me and began to draw on the rough wall.

Grandpa's painting is very simple. With a wave of chalk, the curved arc, round body and slender ears seem to be shaking. Maybe he is listening to the breath of spring, his small eyes are still shining with wisdom, and his three-lipped mouth seems to be eating tender grass. Grandpa sketched out the appearance of a small white rabbit with a few strokes. I suddenly remembered what my mother had said. My grandfather learned to draw rabbits in the year when I was born. My zodiac is a lively and lovely rabbit.

I looked at my grandfather, with gray hair and furrowed wrinkles on his face. His no longer strong limbs were covered with the ruthlessness of the years. The big hand that is painting is also covered with calluses, which is the trace of his struggle for his children and grandchildren. When I saw him, he opened his mouth and smiled. His broken teeth reflect the sunlight. "How's it going? Ok? " I nodded. "That's a good painting." He hugged me, but the unshaven beard under his chin hurt me. I couldn't help giggling, smiling innocently and freely.

It's still the same wall, but I don't have grandpa around me. Only grandma is cold and cheerless outside. I looked up at the sky and seemed to see my grandfather smiling at me, full of kindness. I drew rabbits on the wall like him, but I couldn't draw that kind of warmth. It seems that something has disappeared and will never appear again.

Now, only my grandfather is left in my memory. That wonderful memory about my grandfather is deeply hidden in my heart and has become the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

That beautiful memory composition is 600 words.

Our classroom is at the end of the corridor, next to a tall buttonwood tree. It's here, which contains my fond memories of the summer of Grade Three. ...

In the morning, the sun shines through the buttonwood leaves and sprinkled on the corridor, which is scattered and warm. I took the review materials, moved a stool and sat at the end of the corridor. Sometimes several students get together to study, you ask me and answer, and you chase after me. Strong learning atmosphere, in the scattered sunshine, exudes a kind of book fragrance, floating in the sun ... Occasionally, sometimes, I will stare at the phoenix tree alone, quietly, not talking!

At noon and after lunch, many students will study in the classroom. Because the classroom is sultry, the corridor is a good place to study! Several classmates and I always review our lessons in the corridor with desks and stools. Sometimes, the leaves of the phoenix tree are rustled by the wind, blowing a breeze, listening to the rustling, I always feel relaxed and happy ... occasionally, sometimes, I will look at the phoenix tree alone and think silently!

There are the most people in the corridor at night, and they all come out to chat. At this time you can hear: who is fighting again; Who was criticized by the teacher again? Who didn't do their homework? Which teacher is most responsible; Which teacher likes students best ... Of course, some people tell jokes, play games and enjoy the scenery. Perhaps, some of our behaviors seem naive, but what does it matter? Because these are all the fun after our study! Occasionally, sometimes, I will look at the phoenix tree and giggle alone, quietly and attentively!

At night, people in the corridor are scattered, and loneliness hangs on the branches of the phoenix tree. As long as careful people stand outside the corridor, they will certainly hear the rustling of students writing in the classroom ... Occasionally, sometimes, I will be distracted and think that the day is coming to an end and I will graduate soon, which will evoke sadness and secretly make my heart cry!

Now that I have graduated, the corridor scenery has finally become a thing of the past. However, in my memory, I often imagine the shadow of the corridor. Corridor scenery, the phoenix tree that accompanied me in the morning, noon and evening, listening to my growth ... all good memories are the most beautiful scenery in my life.

That beautiful memory composition is 600 words.

There are many things worth remembering on the road of growing up, and what I often think of is Mr. Zhang, the head teacher in the fourth grade of primary school.

At that time, we were just in the fourth grade and were very naughty. Teachers in all subjects can't control us. Later, Teacher Zhang took over our class. Under her leadership, our class has become the top class of the whole class and even the whole school. Every teacher is particularly relaxed in our class and likes our class very much.

Under the guidance of the teacher, every student in our Class 4 (5) loves learning, and there are few phenomena such as missing homework. Teachers not only value our grades, but also often jump rubber bands with us girls during recess, and often take us to the playground to play ball games and run with us in the last class on Friday.

Our class is not only excellent, but also very powerful. In the next semester of grade four, the school organized social practice activities, and we held tug-of-war competitions from grade four to grade six. At that time, other classes thought that few strong players in our class would lose, and they all put down their vigilance. We easily won the first place, and there was a fruit platter. Our class also won the first place through everyone's wisdom. The whole class was happy, and teacher Zhang's eyes narrowed with laughter.

In the school sports meeting, each of our classmates took an active part and achieved excellent results in various projects.

In learning, school leaders often choose open classes in our class, and superior leaders come to visit and our class will meet them as representatives.

After entering the fifth grade, the teacher changed, but our class is also recognized as an excellent class. Every student is thinking about Miss Zhang, but it's hard to see her. On the day of primary school graduation, many students deliberately stayed to take photos with their teachers.

I'm in junior high school now. Although the study task is heavy, I often go back to visit Mr. Zhang every big week. If it weren't for her, maybe everyone would still be like that.

That beautiful memory composition is 600 words.

Memories are like a beach with countless shells on it. Every shell is a memory of one thing, with twists and turns, acidity, regret and unforgettable. Some shells are sparkling, some shells have become very old, and there is a beautiful memory hidden in the latest and most peculiar shells on the beach.

I remember one winter vacation, my father wanted to take us back to our hometown for the New Year. I had to drive because I didn't buy a train ticket. The car was on the highway in running all the way, but my mother looked at my mobile phone silently. I am bored. Looking out of the window, I found that the sky outside the window is blue and white, and there are all kinds of clouds floating, some like lovely white rabbits and some like strong bulls. During this journey, as long as my father patiently holds the steering wheel of the car,

When we got home, it happened to be my mother and grandmother's ninetieth birthday. In the afternoon, we bought all kinds of wedding gifts and went to my great-grandmother's house. We found that many people, all distant relatives or neighbors, had stepped into the threshold of the hall. There is a big cake with nine floors waiting for us. The delicious cake makes my mouth water. Finally, under the guidance of adults, we made a wish to our great-grandmother and sang "Birthday" together. Uncle said loudly, "Let's eat cake." Everyone, especially the children, rushed forward, fearing that the cake would be eaten by others. In fact, the cake was so big that every child had enough at last.

After dark, we all sat around the table and finished a delicious dinner, followed by the long-awaited birthday fireworks for my children and me. Because my grandmother is old and has many grandchildren, it takes half a room to buy fireworks. I saw my father and other uncles lined up boxes of fireworks, which were all quickly evacuated after being lit. With a loud noise, fireworks flew into the sky, and suddenly the flame reached the top of the sky. Fireworks are colorful, colorful, just like a colorful flower in the dark sky. I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery. Finally, my father and uncles lit all kinds of fireworks in turn. I saw fireworks set off Zhang Hong's smiling face. I don't think this is our birthday present for my great-grandmother.

The night has passed, and good memories are always in my mind.

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Sometimes when the humidity is a little higher, the campus will be foggy. It's like a fairyland on earth, empty and unreal. Wrapped in mystery, I can't see clearly what is in front of me. I don't know how to move forward next.

Looking back, this poetic white fog not only appears in the landscape, but also often haunts in daily life. It is uncertain to let everything be covered by him.

When writing an article, I can't think of the theme and don't know what the topic wants me to write. The doubts at that time were like being in the fog, invisible and intangible. Fear and anxiety rose in my heart. Everything is so vague and unfathomable that people dare not act rashly. But it is precisely because I can't see or touch anything that I am more free. There may be some doubts, but without the constraints of reality, I understand that there is only a white fog around me. The previous confusion has long been forgotten, and the imagination can be exerted without scruple. I'd rather be black and blue than stand still, but I'll make my own way.

Being in the white fog, the moment when you can't see it also means that there are no obstacles that hinder your progress. Maybe it's just an escape mentality, but there is no concern, even if there is doubt. As long as you can go forward bravely, there will always be a time to clear the clouds. Perhaps this behavior is reckless, but it is also a kind of resistance, resistance to this fog, and strive for freedom to see the light of day.

When it disappears, everything seems to wake up from a dream. All my anxiety and doubts were swept away, and my mind suddenly felt a sense of relief. Just like a caterpillar turned into a butterfly, I grew up myself. Because in an irrational state, we are more motivated to discover and find the truth. We may get hurt in the process, but it will only make us more independent and stronger.

Life is not so empty and real, walking on the road of reality and illusion. If the reality is only the truth, I think there will be no dreams in life. It is because of confusion that there will be speculation and reverie.

Dreams are the most beautiful and practical. You have to dream to put it into action. Occasionally, seeing flowers in the fog actually has a different taste. Leave everything behind and enjoy the illusory beauty rising in the light smoke of Ran Ran. Even if it is only a fleeting illusion, it will leave a good memory.

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The passing of time has reminded me of the past, and photos have become the most precious thing. Although the present scenes and events may be better than the past, as the writer said, "My childhood was the best."

With the arrival of the World Expo, Shanghai has started a large-scale project construction, from the urban area to the suburban counties, all need to enter the modernization track. A large number of houses began to be demolished, which reminded me of everything in my grandmother's house.

I spent most of my childhood in the country. Green groves, gurgling streams and endless fields occupy a very important position in my heart. I was brought up by my grandmother, so I have an indissoluble bond with the countryside.

A few wisps of spring breeze awakened the buds on the tree and the flowers on the ground. When I was a child, I was excited to touch here, see there and listen to the "whirring" wind. I was very happy. I remember when I was a child, I liked to play in the wind with my neighbors' friends. Or after a few showers and pure rain, step on a small puddle piled up in a low place. There are many wild flowers in the countryside, which are colorful, small and exquisite, and often clustered. The sweet smell of flowers greeted the bees and me. I grabbed a handful and put it in my mouth, sucking it gently. I think it tastes sweet. Grandma said that many wild flowers can be used as medicinal materials. I wonder if bees come here to collect honey for medicine?

The stream is gurgling and the lotus leaves are in full bloom, covering the river. My friends and I waded barefoot through soft mud to fish, and the pool was full of our laughter. Tired, I picked a big lotus leaf as an umbrella and strolled on the pastoral path, gloomy and vaguely cool.

The wheat in the field is full and the fruit on the treetops attracts us. We meet to climb the fruit tree and enjoy the fruit carefree. The villagers are very generous! The cool breeze is blowing on my cheeks, as if touching them. Very pleasant.

The countryside added a few jumping notes to my childhood, leaving beautiful thoughts in my mind. I will keep it forever, because it is my best memory.

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It rained in Mao Mao for several days outside the window this morning, which made me miss the trip to Happy Island. Walking on the warm beach of the island and wandering on the blue ocean, an island trip formed my unforgettable experience.

On that day, our family seemed to be flying birds in the sky, happily flying to Palau's fantasy world. It is really comfortable to step on the beach and make your body full of sunshine and warmth. My brother and I played in the jungle by the sea, and the dense Woods provided us with places to explore. I found many "surprises", such as coconut crabs hiding in coconut trees and crabs in nests. Everyone scrambled to crawl forward like a train, which was really interesting. What impressed me deeply was that my father and I played many sea games, such as dragging umbrellas and canoeing ..., going to the sea, enjoying the infinite fun of flying in the blue sky and getting close to the sea.

Because of the special geographical environment here, the seawater is relatively unpolluted. Therefore, when we snorkel, we see many beautiful corals and colorful fish schools, which show the elegant posture of swimming with clear and transparent water. The most special thing is to see a ship left over from the ancient war. The hull is mottled, but spectacular. I think the situation must have been tragic. In addition, we went to Jellyfish Lake and Niunai Lake, which also impressed me deeply, because the jellyfish in Jellyfish Lake are actually non-toxic, and I was really nervous when I first touched the jellyfish. Jellyfish looks like sea water and feels slippery! The sea water in Niunai Lake is as white as milk, and we also dug some soil at the bottom of the lake. It is said that the soil here has whitening effect on our bodies. The characteristics of these two places really make me sigh!

The experience of the island trip left a deep impression on me. I really hope that the ocean on the island will always be blue and clear, and I hope that the forest on the island will always be quiet and lush. I will cherish that wonderful memory.

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Time flies like water. It seems that a magician used magic to turn summer into autumn. It's amazing!

Look, the other side of the forest is so busy! I heard that fruits and animals are playing! Listen! Sister Apple said, "My nutrition is the richest. People who eat me will increase their memory and moisturize their skin. " Brother Li said, "No, no, if people eat me in summer, they will dip me in honey, so that they can calm down. People will feel particularly energetic and sometimes praise me for being delicious. " Mother rabbit listened and said, "It's autumn, not summer. You digress. " . Everyone couldn't stop laughing. Li Ge beside embarrassed smile.

Suddenly, a ball full of thorns rolled up on the mountain. Look carefully, ah! It turned out to be a little hedgehog! The hedgehog is covered with apples. Hedgehog said shyly, "I ... I like apples best." . Say that finish, the little hedgehog immediately rolled away. After a while, the chubby little white rabbit came, jumped in front of Apple's sister with a big radish and said, "I like carrots best." Then he skipped away again. The little squirrel next to him jumped out and said, "Great, we have stored a lot of pine cones, so we won't be hungry this winter."

After a while, the geese flew over and said, "I'm leaving and flying to the south." I will tell my friends in the south your interesting story. " "Goodbye!" "Goodbye!" "Goodbye!" Everyone is reluctant to say goodbye to the geese! Time flies and it's already dark. After exchanging greetings, animals and fruits hurried home.

Autumn is a season of fairy tales. In this season, beautiful fairy tales are staged everywhere. Autumn is crisp, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and autumn is not as hot as summer! Autumn is not as cold as winter! I love you! Autumn!

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Time flies, and it's three years in a blink of an eye. During this time, everything is very happy and beautiful, and I can't help but raise my mouth when I recall it.

It was a cold winter day. When I came to school, I looked at the curriculum on the wall: "Chinese, math, art."

I was shocked: it's over. I remember last class, the teacher seemed to say that art tools should be checked, and students who didn't bring them would be fined for copying the longest text. So I'm not going to copy the longest text?

Before class, everyone was frolicking and laughing happily in the classroom. If it is normal, I will laugh with my classmates. Second, you can't laugh this time. My heart is like a big stone, and I can't move my feet or open my eyebrows. Suddenly, a voice sounded in my ear, "Xiaoqi-someone is looking-hahaha", and I had to leave my seat.

After I came back, I didn't habitually look into the drawer, but sat down with a dignified expression.

"Jingle bells-"The bell rang, and the teacher came from outside the classroom and said, "Come on, take out the art tools, I want to check them one by one!"

When the teacher's voice dropped, I was more like an ant on hot bricks. I don't know what to do. I sat in a chair, my eyes glazed over and my thoughts drifted.

I fantasize that my schoolbag is full of art tools, and everyone looks at me with envy. I am as happy as winning the whole world. "This classmate, do you have tools?" The teacher came to check with me.

"I ..."

My hand fumbled in the drawer at a loss. Just then, I actually took out two art tools in the drawer. I took them out in a hurry and finally escaped.

I saw a name written on it-Xiaoyue, and there was a note in the drawer that said: I saw from your eyes that you didn't bring tools, so I lent you mine. Don't worry about mine. A smiling face was drawn at the back.

I looked back at her and my eyes were covered with gauze. Looking back now, how wonderful it was. ...