Good memories and excellent composition.

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with writing. With the help of writing, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my excellent composition with good memories. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Good Memories Excellent Composition 1 Memory is a flower, the more you smell it, the more fragrant it is; Memories are like a seedling. The longer they grow, the more they linger, as if time stayed yesterday. Memories, the lost good times. Once the door of memory is opened, beauty will come to mind.

Time is like a thief, stealing and stealing, losing our time and stealing all the time. It has brought us to the present, but we also want to go back to the good old days. Memories, like shadows in my heart, can't be forgotten if I want to. And those beautiful memories can always make people feel relaxed and happy.

I remember I used to be a quiet and withdrawn person, but I have been playing with a group of friends until now. Today, I am much more cheerful, just playing with friends, and I have changed. I remember we used to play guessing games, and whoever lost would pay a dime for firecrackers. Who knows that I was lucky and never bought it; And hide-and-seek, I have never been found, unless I come out myself.

In another year, I will leave my classmates at school. I still remember my deskmate quarreling with me, but after a few days, he took the initiative to make up with me, and I solved the problem of "sharing weal and woe" with him. I remember once, he was talking to a female classmate, and I pushed him with my hand, and his body just hit the female classmate. It made me laugh, and my female classmates laughed their heads off, while my deskmate looked at me like a fire and said, "You, you, I'm not with you."

Students care about each other and help each other. Today, I think they are naive and happy.

When I remember you, I am very happy and sad. I hope to meet someone I remember in the future.

Good Memories Excellent Composition 2 The best memory of my childhood is the time with my parents. I will never forget that happy and beautiful memory.

"Tintin" and "Tintin", I woke up early from my six-year-old dream, because today I want to spend a happy day with my parents. Mom has gone to the kitchen to make a delicious breakfast. Our family is sitting at the dining table. You give it to me and I'll give it to you. How happy we are.

A happy day begins with doing morning exercises. The music started and we twisted our bodies. Dad made funny moves, which made me roll on the ground with laughter.

After the morning exercise, we started the field plan of picking grapes. We got on the bus and talked and laughed all the way. Dad tells jokes and I sing with my mother. How happy I am! I really want time to stop at this moment! When I got to the vineyard, I was like a lively rabbit, bouncing around in the vineyard. My mother took some interesting photos for me, which made us laugh. The vineyard is like a big umbrella to shade us, and my father holds me to cut grapes, which makes me itch. Dad suddenly let go of his hand and I fell from mid-air. I fell on all fours and it made me cry. Dad quickly helped me up and said, "I didn't fall there. Let me see!" " "The corners of the mouth smile, I immediately felt my father's love. At this time, my heart was wrapped in my father's love. I immediately stood up and regained all my strength. My mother cut a lot of grapes, and we are not to be outdone. Dad picked me up, a bunch of purple grapes, a bunch of green grapes, one after another, and tied me to my mother.

We sat in the field, my parents hugged me, watched the sunset together and tasted our fruits together. Watching the sunset ended my unforgettable and happy day.

This is the best memory of my childhood. I will never forget that wonderful moment.

Good Memories Excellent Composition 3 Time flies and never looks back. Time flies so fast that we can't catch up with it, so we have to watch it pass by me. But time still left the "shadow" of childhood, and those "shadows" were displayed in the photo album.

The so-called "shadow" is a photo. I like to look through that antique photo album on weekends. I can't help laughing when I saw my funny appearance as a child. When my sister came, I asked her to guess who was in this photo. These photos let me pick up the shell of my memory and let me know myself.

Today, as usual, I leafed through an album. Looking around, I suddenly found a photo with a flower border. "Alas, this photo ... I I found you!" I shouted excitedly. Hold up the photo and wipe the dust off it. It reflects beautiful light in the sun and gives off the breath of childhood. This was taken in the park when I was a child. On the green lawn, a white butterfly just flew in and danced happily among the flowers, with a river beside it. The water gurgled and glistened. I lay in bed and continued to look through old photo albums. I saw a child lying on the ground. I still don't understand you. Think back! Isn't that what I did when I was a kid? I laughed out loud at once. That time, I was playing with a ball. My mother said I was better than my sister. My sister was not convinced and hid the ball. I took my sister to find the ball and accidentally fell into the sky.

The photo records my dusty past. Photos remind me of my life and make me look forward to the future. I like to look through old photos and explore my colorful childhood.

Good Memories Excellent Composition 4 Good memories are like the stars in the sky, which arouse people's infinite reverie. Good memories are like fruitful fruits on fruit trees. There is sweet juice in every bite.

Good memories are in people's hearts, in laughter and in Amb Lee.

When I was a child, I had many wonderful memories:

On the cultivated land in spring, you can smell the smell of the soil-it's just plowed soil. Whenever this happens, I like to look for earthworms and put them in my garden.

In summer, I like to wash my feet in the river by the field. The river is so shallow that you can see the shiny scales of small fish when you reach out. I like to put my little feet in and paddle with my little hands. I also like to carry small petals and my dreams with leaves.

In autumn, I like to bake potatoes in the field with Zeming's brother holding torches. Every time I go home, grandma will smile and say, "Just like a little black ghost." Then let's go to the bathroom to wash our faces. We looked at each other and had to laugh.

In winter, it snows heavily, and the yard is covered with a thick layer of snow, like duck down. I like to make a snowman in the yard, make a big snowball, make it look like a snowman, then take out carrots to make his nose, make eyes with stones, make hands with branches, divide three times by five. At that time, I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world, and nothing could compare with it. Later, I don't know where the snowman went, but I remember that the decorations fell to the ground. For this, I also cried.

When I grow up, I have fond memories of my birthday:

In the fourth grade, my birthday was always lonely. I am the only one. When I was in the fourth grade, I really got to know those people who are closest but most strange on weekdays, and I had a good time in the future.

Well, I'm in the sixth grade. It's time to say goodbye to my alma mater. Of course, before saying goodbye, I have to leave more memories in my alma mater. Don't be sad, only beauty.

There are joys and sorrows in memories, and each one is worth savoring. Personally, I think happiness is the best and sweetest, don't you think?

Good Memories Excellent Composition 5 When I am bored, I often inadvertently open the photo album, and the photo on the first page immediately comes into view. Looking at the first photo, a beautiful memory slowly emerged in my mind.

That's a yellow photo. There are three people in it, my parents and me. My parents stood by me, holding my little hand, always guarding me like an angel, while I enjoyed eating, drinking and having fun like a bird in the nest. I was only six years old at that time, with short hair and big round eyes. I think maybe I am too young. The camera made me open my eyes curiously, while my parents looked at the camera and smiled happily.

I remember it was Sunday, my parents took me out to play, and we went to the park in the city center. I am lively and lovely, watching all kinds of flowers in the park competing to attend the spring banquet. They are colorful and have different poses, which makes me fall in love with flowers. Although I didn't go to primary school at that time, I wouldn't pick flowers and grass at will, perhaps because I was timid. I always touch Wall's little head with my slender hands. My parents couldn't help laughing when they saw my lovely but timid appearance.

The sun went down, and unconsciously, the afternoon passed, and it was time for us to go home. So, dad said to take a photo together as a souvenir.

"One, two, three eggplant" lasted for a period of time, and good memories were always fixed at that moment.

Long years, long years. This semester, we studied an essay by Zhu Ziqing, In a hurry. Now I can't help feeling when I look at the photos.

Yes, I am growing up day by day. I am not who I was yesterday, and I will be different tomorrow. I stared at me in the photo and looked at those hopeful eyes. I nodded, which is my vision for the future and an affirmative answer to my parents' hopes.

I like kites, but since I was a child, I only held a few kite strings in my hand. In my memory, there is one that I will never forget. That is a butterfly kite. In my memory, it is dazzling and beautiful.

In my good memory, it was my birthday, in a beautiful place full of golden rape flowers. My family was not very rich at that time. In my memory, I am a very naughty girl, running around in the fields every day, and playing with dirt every day when I come home. Every time I go home, my mother scolds me for running around like a boy, like a girl, but I always listen to my left ear and my right ear, but I don't listen at all.

But once, I saw a child flying a kite. I wasn't playing. So, as soon as I got home, I clamored for my mother to buy it for me. At that time, I knew there was no money at home, but I still clamored for my parents to buy me a kite. Suddenly, my father let out a cry. I was shocked at that time. Later, I was scolded by my father for a while. I ran into the room crying and slammed the door. The next morning. I am always at home alone, so I am always alone. Today is the same, but today I am not happy at all, because today is my birthday, and my parents don't accompany me to celebrate my birthday. After breakfast, I ran out to play with my friends as usual.

When we were playing in the wild as before, there was one thing that surprised me and made me unforgettable. I saw my parents standing in the field with kites, as if waiting for me. When my parents came to say happy birthday, I understood. It turned out that my parents went to buy kites in the morning and gave me another surprise.

Later, I gradually became sensible, and now I don't bother my parents. This incident is a happy, happy and beautiful memory, and I have always kept that kite because it is my beautiful memory.

Good Memories Excellent Composition 7 In my mother's mobile phone, there is such a photo: On a red and white speedboat, a little boy is wearing an orange life jacket with an excited smile. The speedboat roared across the endless sea, stirring up layers of white waves. Yes, the little boy in the photo is me.

This photo was taken during the winter vacation. That day, my parents took me to the seaside in my hometown. When I see countless boats docked at the magnificent seaside, how I wish I could board a fishing boat and have a look in the middle of the sea! At this time, a speedboat passed quickly in front of me, and another speedboat full of tourists came back from a distance, and my heart was ready to move. After some bargaining, I finally got on the speedboat. I put on my life jacket and smiled excitedly at my mother.

The speed of the speedboat is really fast. It took us to the island in the sea like an arrow that left the string. At this time, I had a chance to see the true face of this island. On weekdays, it looks like a vague island, covered with trees and running water. After visiting the island, we began to return by speedboat. This time, the speed is no longer fast. I also saw fishermen fishing on the opposite fishing boat. I saw his hands tightly pulling a fishing net and struggling to pull it up. I guess it's time to catch a lot of fish

As we approached the dock, the speedboat made a 360-degree drift and stopped firmly at the coast. I was still thinking about my experience when I heard the boatman shout, "Get off the boat!" " "I shouted to my mother on the shore," Mom! "Click, this precious moment was left in my mother's mobile phone.

Good Memories Excellent Composition 8 Memories are beautiful, just like bright pearls, which let me taste the ups and downs of life, the colorful happiness of life, and realize many truths of life. For example, the harmony between mountains, seas, people and gulls, as well as those caring people who saved people from danger without asking for anything in return, and the "Tolerance Cup" reading contest of Chinese studies that I still remember.

I remember that on the eve of June 1st last year, 38 students from our class went to the city on behalf of the whole school to participate in the "Tolerance Cup" reading finals of Chinese studies. Our masterpiece is reading The Analects of Confucius, and I am honored to play the sage-Confucius.

The final is about to begin. I took a deep breath, and every movement and sentence flashed through my mind like a slide. Then I confidently stepped onto the stage: "Confucius said: always learn …" With the melodious ancient music, I tried my best to be forceful and clear-headed, and cooperated with my classmates with my freely formed limbs. In the end, we won the audience with a perfect appearance, shocked all the judges and won the first prize with high scores without any suspense!

One minute on stage, ten years off stage. Rehearsal and revision again and again, I can't count how much sweat I shed or how many times I waved my arm. It was repeated over and over again. Although it is a bit boring, we still rehearse tirelessly under the careful guidance of our teacher. It is with this persistence and seriousness that we won the first prize in return!

Although the competition has already come to an end, the performance of reciting ancient poems and rhymes has been lingering in my ears for a long time. ......

Self-evaluation: This is the composition topic "Good Memories" on the mid-term exam paper. Requirements: the narrative is clear and the handwriting is neat. Last night, I rearranged it and published it. Please correct me, O(∩_∩)O!

Good Memories Excellent Composition 9 In my photo album, there are two of my favorite photos. It's all a picture of me and a little rabbit. Every time I open the photo album, I think of my little rabbit. It was two years ago that my cousin gave me a little gray rabbit. I was ecstatic, jumping and jumping with the little gray rabbit in my arms, and I couldn't bear to let it go at lunchtime. My cousin saw my joy and said that he would take a photo with me and Bunny. I stood in front of the window sill full of flowers with my little rabbit in my arms, and with a click, I photographed this warm current, which gushed from my heart and overflowed my eyes. Those out-of-tune songs and true confessions make us firmly believe that we are together. Maybe not every day we get along will have a moment that touches our hearts, but I believe that every day we support each other will be the best memory after our separation. To have the simplest life, the most distant dream, even if it's freezing, the road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi. We get together for our dreams, and eventually we will be scattered around the world for our dreams. During this period, we are comrades walking side by side, fighting for our dreams until the distance is no longer the distance.

Occasionally, when you look up at night lessons, you will always see that the sky is quickly blown into a thick dark blue by the wind, and you are seriously buried in the practice room. Sasha vujacic's pen and video are preparing for tomorrow's adventure. At this time, there will always be an inexplicable feeling in my heart: with your company, my footsteps will no longer wander. I will remember, remember your wet hair after playing ball, remember that you looked up and poured mineral water, and remember your heroic oath of "getting rich and not forgetting each other"; I will remember, remember the joy of our little secret when physical education class slipped to the mountain, remember that we sat leisurely on the grass together and looked at the sky and clouds, remember that we didn't care about the wanton laughter of a lady image, remember our silence and remember our delicate sadness.

The sunlight transmits seven youthful colors under the prism. Seven colors in one, but still quiet and simple white-just like the life we walked together, the memories we filled together, and our irreplaceable companionship.

Good memories and excellent composition 10 "I'm not studying, not anymore! This is not funny! Hey! "

When I was four years old, I once went to the park to play and found that many big brothers and sisters were wearing a strange kind of four-wheeled shoes. They can easily slide at a very fast speed in these shoes. When they need to stop, they can stop immediately by stepping on something hidden in the square behind the shoes.

I was particularly curious at that time, so I asked my mother, and she told me, "These are roller skates". I said excitedly, "I want to play with this, and my mother will buy me a pair!" " ""It's hard to keep balance in these shoes, and it's easy to fall down. You should keep practicing and don't give up halfway. " "No, I will practice hard. "I readily agreed at the time, but ...

In order to satisfy my curiosity, my mother quickly bought me shoes. My father taught me that as soon as I put on my shoes, the wheels would stop working, just like walking on a marble floor covered with soapy water. I fell to the ground before I started. I stood up with pain and strength and started my second adventure.

Dad kept reminding me: "You have to stand in an outer figure of eight to form a triangle to stand firm." When skating, you should skate outward and your feet should go backwards once ... "I started skating, but I fell down every time I skated. After falling many times, I really couldn't help crying. "I don't want to learn, it's not fun at all!" "

After listening to my words, my mother didn't say anything, just came over and gave me a gentle hug. I cried and cried, suddenly remembering my promise to my mother. So I stopped crying, full of confidence, and continued to practice those movements repeatedly. Gradually, I overcame the difficulties and learned to pulley.

Now I can play pulley skillfully, and I like pulley.

Good Memories Excellent Composition 1 1 It rained outside the window for several days 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 near the beach, and the dense Woods provided us with the best place 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.

Good memories and excellent composition 12 In a blink of an eye, twelve years have slipped away from me. I have grown into a big boy, and my hobbies, habits and personality are very different from before. Sometimes I can't help but think of the happy, carefree and ridiculous things I used to have. Every time I think about this, my heart is always warm

It was a hot summer day six years ago. There is a large open space behind our community, which was originally used to lay the foundation for building houses, but it was postponed for a long time for various reasons. When I was a child, I liked to play with a group of friends in that open space and catch grasshoppers there. At that time, there was a volleyball match in my mother's office, and many adults went there to practice volleyball, turning the open space into a "practice court".

One day, my father bought me a big kite, just like an airplane. I was ecstatic, but my father said that the kite line was not good and I needed fishing line, so my plan to fly a kite was postponed for a few days. Finally, all the equipment was ready, and I happily flew a kite with my father. We chose a vacant lot, and my father explained some basic essentials to me. Then, my father took the thread, and I pulled the kite and ran quickly. After the thread was pulled, I threw it fiercely and the kite flew back. So I'm flying against the wind. After adjusting the direction, I repeated the action just now and the kite flew. I experimented repeatedly, and finally, after a successful flight, the kite flew. Father paid off the line quickly, and I helped catch it. Watching my kite fly, I have a very good but indescribable feeling.

Although I am so old, some childhood memories still remain in my heart. I will give me a happy childhood and leave a place as big as the clearing where I used to play. When I was a child, I often went for a walk and watched my friends and I escape from each other, especially when I was uncomfortable. These wonderful memories will help me eliminate the pain and sadness.

Good Memories Excellent Composition 13 Childhood is a colorful brush, decorated with a piece of white paper. With this stroke after stroke, the original blank paper has added a lot of vitality, and the most beautiful thing is what happened at grandma's house, a big joke! Looking back now, it still makes my stomach ache and tears come out.

It was the summer vacation of my second grade, which happened at my grandmother's house. One day, I saw my grandmother watering the pomegranate tree, so I asked her, "Grandma! Grandma! Why do pomegranate trees grow tall and strong, but I am so short? " Grandma said, "Because I water it every day." I was puzzled and asked my grandmother, "But I also take a bath every day!" " Grandma said happily, "the tree drinks rain, and you use tap water!" " "

I nodded with a grain of salt and began to expect rain, stars and the moon. I've been looking forward to it for many days, and the rain I've been looking forward to for a long time has finally come.

I opened the door and saw, wow! What a heavy rain! Thinking, "How tall can this make me grow?" I endured the cold and rain. I stood in the rain for a long time, and the crystal dew fell to the ground with a bang and splashed on me. However, why don't I mean to grow tall and strong at all? I walked home disappointed and slowly lost. When my grandparents knew why I did this, the family suddenly exploded and everyone talked about it. It's really noisy.

But it's really annoying to have a high fever all night playing and laughing. I am in a bad mood. I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

There are countless past events, and a happy childhood is always a memory worthy of our treasure.

Good Memories Excellent Composition 14 In the process of our gradual growth and prosperity, recalling the past time, we will always find something deeply imprinted in our hearts, my time treasure-the music box.

In the first grade of primary school, my mother gave me a piano-shaped music box. At that time, I thought it was amazing that this little box could make a sound! However, it unconsciously became an item I carried with me.

Because my parents are busy at work, I often sleep alone at night. It seems that a monster will take me away at any moment in the dark. I was helpless and lonely at that time. I gently turned the music box and the music began to play. With the beat of every note, all the fears at night were forced back and disappeared without a trace. Every night with music becomes a warm night, and my mood always flies freely with the melody, and then I fall asleep unconsciously.

One afternoon, my music box disappeared, and it took me several months to calm down.

Time flies, and now it's the second day of junior high school. I found this music box in a dusty box when I was sorting out the sundries this year. I am deeply grateful! Because it is of great significance to me, it reminds me of many past events and how innocent I was at that time. I patted the dust on it and turned the music box again. Although the spring inside is loose, the music played is still so warm and moving, the rhythm is still so light, and every note is so moving.

Everyone has his own time treasure. On the road of life, it may weave your dreams, or it may connect you with what you yearn for. But in fact, it brings you not only these, but also those beautiful and long-lasting memories, which are deep and deep in your heart.

Good Memories Excellent Composition 15 Rain, floating outside, seems to be crying, venting and talking.

I leaned against the window with a steaming glass of milk, and my thoughts were taken back to that day-an indelible day in my life.

It's still raining. There are two girls in the middle of the playground. They walked aimlessly, walking. ...

"So soon, I graduated from primary school (junior high school) (vocational high school), and I really can't bear it." A girl looked up at the sky and couldn't help sighing.

"Yes, it's time to say goodbye to you again," another girl looked down at the grass, as if looking for something, maybe looking for our past memories, or maybe. ...

"I remember three years ago today, we also said these words on the playground of the campus, but in the end we still walked together, but it seems that fate will never care for us. I'm afraid I won't have a chance to go to the same school with you this time. We really have to say goodbye this time. " The girl still looked up at the sky and looked at the clouds floating in the sky from time to time.

"That if we don't go to the same school, I will be your best friend? I really want to be your friend all the time. "

"Well, me too. I will always regard you as my best friend ... "Looking up at the sky, a few drops of water flowed down and slipped to the corners of my mouth. The girl doesn't know whether it's rain or her tears, only that it's very astringent and bitter, which is in line with her current mood.

The rainy sky becomes bluer. Looking around this campus, there are many girls who belong to her and her friends. Girls used to wander around the campus. Now she knows that childhood is over, and they all have their own dreams, waiting to be realized.

On that rainy day, they walked hand in hand, and gradually, their backs became smaller and smaller until they disappeared.

Thoughts floated back to my mind, but I couldn't calm down all the time. It is still raining. How are you getting along now? Where are you now? Do I remember me?