Recall past compositions

In daily study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is my carefully arranged composition recalling the past for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Recalling previous compositions 1 Because Liu likes to play wild with boys, naughty boys in the class have given her many nicknames, some called "Mrs. Cong" and some called "Mrs. Chairman". Alas, she likes playing with boys too much! But she is not only not angry, but also proud! Oh, there really are such girls in the world!

Once, Liu told me a joke that happened around her. She said: "On one occasion, I played with Cong Yulin (Cong Yulin is a handsome boy in our class). He took my geography book and hid him. I asked him for it and he wouldn't give it to me. " I have to borrow it from other classes. When he came back, he asked me who I borrowed it from. I said, I'm telling you, you don't know. But he insisted, so I told him I borrowed it from Wang Ling. I didn't expect him to laugh all the time after listening. I asked him what you were laughing at, and he actually said, Wang Ling is his mother. ""Ha ha ha ... "I've been laughing my head off, and finally I have a stomachache.

Because Liu was very kind to me, we became good friends.

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Recalling the past composition 2 Everyone has a wonderful childhood past, and what happened in childhood is often full of childishness and interest. Recalling my childhood, I remembered the day when I was in the third grade, Teachers' Day. ...

That day, I came to school as usual. As soon as I entered the school gate, I was called into the classroom by my classmates. When I came to the classroom, I saw the words "Happy Teacher's Day" written on the blackboard, only to remember that today is the festival for our teachers who work hard day and night to correct their homework.

Before class, the students all returned to the classroom, which was very happy. After the bell rang, the teacher finally gave us hope, and the students all prepared "fireworks" ... As soon as the colleague teacher opened the door, the students shouted "Happy holidays to the teacher!" The teacher smiled sympathetically, as beautiful as a fairy. We all warmly applauded the arrival of Teacher's Day. You can imagine how happy, happy and excited we were at that time!

In that class, when the teacher was in class, we listened carefully; When the teacher asks questions, we raise our hands to answer them. Generally speaking, that class is the best memory of my life. Recalling this, I also smiled sympathetically. ...

Recalling the past composition 3 The winter vacation is coming, and Mimi and I are jumping with joy like two rabbits-because my mother said we would go to my grandmother's house. I remember the last time we met was a few years ago. Grandma likes kittens as much as I do. She found boobs outside. It was cold at that time, and Mimi was not a few months old. Grandma was distressed and brought it back. I was at home, and I happened to see Mimi. When I first saw her, I was sure I liked it. I immediately ran to grandma and asked if this little titty could give me a ride. Grandma readily agreed. At that time, Mimi was not as big as my palm. Because of this, grandma is my favorite person besides me.

Recalling the past composition 4 Recalling the past, I remembered the happy time with my good friend Yun Xuan.

I vaguely remember another afternoon when Yun Xuan and I were bored downstairs, so we just wandered around and took a walk. We came to a mulberry tree and saw that it was covered with saliva. I said to Yun Xuan, "I'll go back to that bag and we'll pick it up together!" After that, I ran as fast as possible. After a while, I brought a bag and said to Yun Xuan, "There's a car there. We can climb up and pick it up. " "good!" Say that finish, we climbed on the bus. As soon as we got on the bus, I, a glutton, immediately picked a mulberry tree to eat. Wow, it's delicious. Just fairy fruit falling from the sky! After that, Yun Xuan also picked one to eat: "It's the best in the world!" After eating, we played in the car. I picked it for her and she picked it for me. Have a good time! When I got home, my mother saw that purple thing and shouted, "What is this? Throw it away quickly! " "I didn't listen to my mother, so I took Yun Xuan to the house and tasted it slowly. I'm really happy!

However, I don't know if there will be such a happy day, maybe there will be, maybe there won't be again.

Today, I accidentally found a false tooth cover on the table. I picked it up and recalled an incident from my childhood.

When I was three years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Every time my grandfather brushes his teeth, he always takes his dentures out of his mouth and brushes them. I was curious, so I tried to take them out of my mouth, but I couldn't. I stamped my feet with anger.

Then I thought, am I too weak? As a result, I found a small pliers and was about to pull it out. My mother stopped me. She called me a false tooth, and it dawned on me.

In retrospect, it's a bit ridiculous, but it's a growing part of my life.

Recalling the past composition 6 It's going to rain today. Do you have an umbrella? As soon as I got up in the morning, my mother kept nagging in my ear. Got it! Got it! I deal with my mother impatiently. And grabbed the schoolbag and rushed out of the house: I'm leaving.

At the end of the second class in the morning, it suddenly became dark and gloomy. It looks like rain soon. Sure enough, it began to rain when school was over. I watched other students go home with discounted umbrellas, but I didn't bring them. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Who told me not to listen to my mother? What are we going to do? We have to get soaked. I was cruel, picked up my schoolbag and hurried home.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in my sight-mom! She is coming to pick me up! Mom! I let out a cry and immediately ran under the umbrella. Did you forget to bring your umbrella? Mom said a little reproachfully. I spat out my tongue playfully and walked home with my mother.

When I got home, I found my mother's clothes were dark and light. I stretched out my hand and touched it: my clothes were all wet. I'm fine, safe and sound. I looked up at my mother. She just smiled at me and went to the bedroom to change clothes. Looking at my mother's back, I really want to shout-

Mom, thank you!

Recalling the past composition 7 Everyone has an unforgettable memory, whether it is happy or sad, it is so intriguing. I remember when I was in third grade, I had a good friend. We play together every day, more than sisters. I was sick once and didn't go to school. When I got to school, I heard from my classmates that my good friend was going to transfer. Her father just took her away. After I knew it, I ran to the school gate, but it was already late. Her father has driven away. I walked to the classroom with my head down. I am sad. When I got to the classroom, I found a photo on the desk. This was taken by me and my good friend. The classmate said, this is.

Three years have passed, and we haven't met once. I miss her very much, my forever friend.

Recalling the past composition 8 After my parents met, the air suddenly solidified and it was never so serious and quiet. I hope someone can come in and break the atmosphere. But I was disappointed after all, and no one came in. Mother spoke. She said that she could not live with her father and decided to divorce. Father didn't say anything, but said at the end: we are divorced. Have you ever thought about children? Then there was an argument. Finally, my grandfather came and he stopped it. So, my parents spent some time together, and then went out to work. I know what my mother meant when she left. If this can ease the resentment between them, so much the better.

I believe that time can dissolve all hatred. One day, when they meet again, they will meet again because of one of my little jokes.

Recalling the past one leisurely afternoon, I suddenly felt interested in sorting out photos and wanted to see my interesting photos. There are many kinds of photos, some laughing, some crying, and some expressions when burned, which make me laugh very happily. Turning over, an old photo came into view, and suddenly memories flooded into my mind.

I still remember this photo, which was taken at the last sports meeting in my primary school. In retrospect, what impressed me the most was the picture of our class winning the track and field championship at the award ceremony. The joy at that time could not be expressed in words. After three months of training, we turned our efforts into gains, which is the most real touch. When we run around the campus with trophies, the feeling of winning the championship will unconsciously rise.

A photo is a picture, and a photo is a wonderful story. And this memory may turn yellow again, but because I have this photo, this story is indelible in my heart. Pick up this photo ten or twenty years later, and the past will appear in front of you like a movie. I will cherish this photo for countless years and then take it out to ponder.

Recalling the past 10 The past, like a turned-over photo, is invisible, but it has left an indelible mark on my heart. I'm young, so I don't have many past events. Let me recall a few things for you.

I was about six or seven years old that year. Every time my father cooks good food at home, I will reminisce for several days, but not for long. Once, I remember it vividly. That time, dad pickled chicken feet. For a child who doesn't understand the world, what he likes is more precious than gold and diamonds. I am no exception. As soon as the table is served, someone will eat it. "Cut it." "Oh, it hurts!" I lost half of my front teeth. But because of the spicy pain, this memory was deeply preserved.

The second time was when I was eight or nine years old. I go to Fuzhou Zuohai Park to play. Seeing a large group of entertainment projects, I couldn't help jumping three feet high. However, on the way of one crazy play after another, I twisted my foot because of impatience. However, it is also deeply engraved in my mind.

Ah, it suddenly occurred to me that I had eaten something much more delicious than chicken feet, and the fun was the same. However, it happened that only this little pain was recorded. Why on earth is this? Why?

Recalling the past composition 1 1 Bang, a notebook fell from my desk and fell to the ground. I picked it up and looked at it. It turned out to be a diary of the fifth grade. So, I spoke:

20xx sunny on April 18

Today, I took part in a speech contest. Originally, I was well prepared, but when I arrived at the tournament site, I somehow, my nervous palms were sweating, my brain was blank, and my prepared lines disappeared like hide-and-seek with me. It took me a long time to stutter, just like in a dream. I hardly know how I got off the stage. Suddenly, tears welled up from my eyes, and I failed! It's a complete failure!

Come on, dry your tears. A pair of hands passed a tissue. I looked up, and it turned out to be the head teacher, which made me even more sad: Teacher, the teacher gently helped me dry my tears and said with a smile: It doesn't matter if I fail this time, the important thing is to learn from my experience and continue to work hard next time. The teacher believes you can do it.

Looking at the kind eyes of the teacher, I stopped crying. Yes, it's nothing to lose. Starting over is a big deal. As long as we learn from experience and lessons, then I believe we will succeed next time.

Thank you teacher!

Recalling the past composition 12 how many past events left waves in my mind, and finally, with the passage of the memory wave, the incomplete memory gradually became indifferent. But every time I open the drawer, a beautiful classmate record will appear in front of me, but my thoughts often take me back to primary school, the enlightenment place of my life.

Although we are about to enter the middle school stage, there are still many things worth remembering in primary school. Oh! A pen, a book and a thing have been embedded in the lens of my memory, but several striking Chinese characters are clearly printed on the negative of the lens, telling the joy of success. I hardly succeeded, but I enjoyed the real success. It really occupied my childish mind and inspired me deeply.

Recalling the past composition 13, the phone rang again, and I couldn't help but feel nervous. Because this is my mother.

My father is a man who can support the beam of this family. He always goes out early and comes back late every day. This life lasted for ten years. He never takes a break. We have long been used to such a life, so we never realized his hardships, and he never said anything. My mother is a capable woman. However, my uncle took her on the road of gambling and became addicted to gambling. My father tried to persuade my mother many times, but to no avail. Finally, my father hit my mother, and I still can't forget that horrible scene. My mother left in a rage and there was no news for a long time.

The sudden ringing of the telephone scared me out of my wits. I picked up the phone. My mother asked us about our living conditions first, and my mood relaxed a little. However, what I was most worried about happened. My mother asked where my father was, and I asked her what it was. She said that she wanted to divorce her father. I let out a cry. I have never been so sad. I feel very helpless. I really collapsed at the thought of being laughed at by my classmates and discussed by my neighbors.

Recalling the past composition 14 Look! How beautiful that photo on the wall is!

That day, we went to xiaoyaojin Park to play together. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my favorite: a big turntable that can do 30 people at the same time. Then wander around in the sky, not to mention how fun it is. I always play this game when I come to xiaoyaojin Park. Neither my sister nor they dare to play. They always say that they are shocked to see it. Only Wang Guojun dares to play, but he is too young, and his mother and sister won't let him play this game. Nobody came to play this with me. I bought a ticket to play, and my sister, Wang Guojun and my mother watched me play below. My sister found the best angle and took a picture of me. So there is this photo.

After playing, I went to play meteor hammer. Because it was the first time to play meteor hammer, I was so scared that I pulled the two things next to me with my hand, which was very tight. I'm afraid I'm too loose. If I fall, I'm finished. I will definitely die. Even if I didn't die, I would break a bone, and I would definitely be disabled and hurt. I didn't know I wouldn't die until I finished playing.

The past was fun and interesting!

Recall the previous composition 15 on the day of suspension! Xia inadvertently sighed: alas! Another semester has passed! Primary school study has passed in a blink of an eye, and when I graduate from primary school, it means I will be separated from my classmates soon!

This sentence is not the same thing for naughty and Zhang. But it opened the door to my memory like a key. I still remember that in the first grade, we walked into the classroom with light schoolbags on our backs to get to know each other and greet each other. Teacher Wang always greets us with a smile. Teachers who don't understand are always patient.

This is four and a half years, and we all laughed. The athletes of our class in the 20xx Sports Meeting fought desperately for gold and silver for our class on the playground. After the intense sports meeting, our class was rewarded: when the national flag was raised later, President Dong reported the results of each class in the sports meeting. When we called "No.404", all the members of our class, including Mr. Wang, shouted "Yeah", followed by a burst of laughter.

We waited for four and a half years, and we all cried. When this semester's fun sports meeting started, the ranking of our class didn't count down until Liu He fell down and three legs ended. Everyone's eyes in the class are red, and the tears of disappointment are like broken beads, but some people still hold back!