An unforgettable story composition.

Chapter one: An unforgettable thing for me.

Bringing this up not only makes me nervous, but also makes me laugh. Therefore, this matter is fresh in my memory.

When I was six years old, one night, my parents were going out to do something. Before leaving, my mother repeatedly told me: "Don't touch dangerous things such as water, electricity and gas. If someone knocks at the door, don't just open the door, remember? " I said impatiently, "I know, I know, you have said it many times." After they left, I shouted happily, "Oh, great, this is my own world!" " "I looked at my watch, it's only 7: 35, it's still early, so I'm free to play.

This is my first time at home alone. Although it is very fresh, I still feel a little scared after having fun. Forget it, don't think so much, let's watch TV for a while. So, I turned on the TV, and there was a horror movie playing inside. After reading it, I suddenly remembered: I am alone at home today, so don't watch it, or I will have nightmares when I sleep at night. Thinking of this, I immediately turned off the TV and got ready for bed. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Suddenly someone knocked at the door. I thought, who will knock at the door at this late hour? I immediately got dressed and prepared to open the door, but I thought: Could it be a bad person? In self-defense, I immediately ran into the kitchen, with a spoon in my left hand and an iron basin in my right. The purpose of this is: first, put the iron basin on the bad guy's head and knock it with a spoon, so that he will faint on the spot and get enough time to call the police. Second, give yourself courage. Third, call the neighbors and ask them to help me catch the bad guys. As the saying goes, this is called "killing three birds with one stone".

Slowly, I opened the door and was about to take action when I heard someone say, "What are you doing?" I listened carefully, and my voice was familiar. I looked at it and said, "Oh, it's dad!" " A stone fell in my heart.

Although he is notoriously bold at ordinary times, he is still scared out in a cold sweat. You said unforgettable!

Chapter 2: One thing I will never forget.

Childhood is a song that sings our joy; Childhood is a painting, painting our happiness; Childhood is a dream, dreaming of our vision. Most of my childhood memories have been forgotten, but the matter of "feeding fish" is still fresh in my memory, and I can't help laughing when I think about it.

When I was five years old, my mother gave me a gift-a little goldfish that I had been looking forward to for a long time. I was so excited that I sat by the fish tank almost all day and couldn't bear to leave. Some small goldfish are golden all over, like wearing golden armor; Some are bright red, shining in the sun; The others are white, but there is a red envelope on their heads. Their eyes are bulging and bright, and they always like to stare at the scenery outside, as if their curiosity will never be satisfied. Their mouths are round and they spit out a string of blisters from time to time. I especially like the big tail of the little goldfish. It looks like a beautiful fan at close range and a beautiful gauze skirt at a distance.

One day, I was at home alone. I saw my beloved little goldfish again. I saw a small fish swimming freely, suddenly surfaced and suddenly sank to the bottom. After a while, I thought: with such a large amount of exercise, the little goldfish must be hungry! So I went to the kitchen to find food for them. I looked all over the stove and cupboard, but I couldn't find anything to eat. I opened the refrigerator door and saw a bowl of rice upstairs. I was as happy as discovering a new continent, but after I was happy, I was worried that I was too short to reach that bowl of rice. What shall we do? I looked for the "assistant" everywhere. Suddenly, my eyes stopped on the chair. I finally pushed the chair to the front of the refrigerator and stood on it. I finally brought the meal down. I proudly put this bowl of rice in front of the fish tank and poured it all into it. At this time, the little goldfish rushed over and swam like a frightened one. I looked at it again, and it was not a good thing. Because there is too much rice, all the water in the fish tank comes out! Just then, my mother came back from work. Seeing this scene, she was surprised and asked me, "What are you doing?" "Feed the fish!" I said solemnly. Mother looked at the terrible fish tank and said, "My silly child! You are not feeding the fish, you are killing them! " I bowed my head in shame. ...

Childhood is naive! Many interesting things make people laugh, but he also happily records the footprints of each of our children's happy growth.

Article 3: Unforgettable things-composition

People have to go through many "firsts" in their lives, and some of them have become indelible memories in people's hearts. What I remember most is the first time I learned skateboarding.

That Saturday night, under my pleading, my mother finally agreed to take me to the square to learn skateboarding. I found an open field and was eager to try. I put the skateboard next to the flower bed, hold the flower bed with both hands, step on it with one foot, and then step on it with the other foot slowly. I tried to stand firm, then dragged my mother's hand with both hands and slowly slid forward. My heart is pounding like a rabbit. My mother encouraged me to say, "Come on! You can do it! " Her words gave me confidence. I adjusted my posture and bravely took the first step of skateboarding. My feet swung back and forth, the skateboard moved forward, but it shook violently like a naughty child. I quickly squeezed my mother's hand and kept my balance. My mother said, "Look ahead and balance." I held my mother's hand tightly and looked straight ahead, frowning, only feeling that my hand was sweating. It's only a few meters away from the finish line now. I accelerated and thought: accelerate, steady, come on! One step, two steps, three steps ... My mother held my hand tightly and followed me. I've practiced this for more than ten times. I gradually tried to let go of my mother's hand and slipped slowly by myself, but not far at a time. I didn't lose heart. I've been working hard. I practiced countless times, and finally I can skate far by myself. I looked back at my mother. She gave me a thumbs-up and nodded.

My confidence increased greatly, and I thought: I can skate myself, so I must show my mother what I can do. Began to slip, I secretly encouraged myself: Come on! Believe in yourself. I silently recalled the methods my mother taught me: look ahead, keep a good balance, and swing my feet back and forth. I tried to start turning, and the pace of skateboarding accelerated involuntarily. Suddenly, a man came up to me and I was in a panic. What should I do? What shall we do? In my panic, I didn't know what to do at all. I just kept praying: Get away from him and don't hit him! The skateboard rushed at the man. I heard a bang and I bumped into the flower bed. Fortunately, I just passed that man, but I almost fell. At this moment, my mother came over and said earnestly, "No matter what happens, don't panic. Don't worry about anything. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry! "

Oh, I see: do everything seriously, don't rush for success, step by step, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will succeed.

Chapter four: One thing I will never forget.

As time went by, I grew up. Many interesting things happened when I was a child, some of which have been forgotten, but there is one thing I have never forgotten, and I am full of happiness when I think about it.

That summer, my parents were very busy and didn't have time to accompany me. I feel bored. One day, my uncle came. He thought I was bored, so he said he would take me to catch fish in the river. Hearing this, I almost jumped up with joy and shouted, "Great, great!" " "

We began to prepare tools. My uncle took many empty cans and filled them with some fish food. I was puzzled and asked him, "How do you catch fish?" Uncle said, "This is called fighting fish." Oh, I see. No matter how he catches fish, as long as he can catch fish. So we set off.

Came to the river, big uncle found a stable place, and we both rolled up our trouser legs and went down the river. Uncle filled the bottles with water and put them into the river one by one. Then he said to me, "well, let's go ashore and wait for the fish." I went ashore with him happily. After a few minutes, I asked my uncle, "Is this ok?" The big uncle said, "no, we have to wait a little longer." The little fish hasn't been hooked yet. " After a while, I got a little impatient and asked him, "Isn't that ok?" ? How troublesome it is! "Hearing this, the big uncle hurriedly said," you have to be patient. How can you do things well without patience? After a while, we will go and pick up the bottle, and we are sure to catch a lot of fish. "After listening to my uncle, I waited patiently with him. After a long time, my uncle said to me, "OK, let's act." I am happy to follow. Every time grandpa picks up a canned bottle, there are many fish in it, big and small, all kinds. We have been busy for a long time, and I am so happy that there is half a bucket of fish in the bucket. My uncle said to me, "This fish is very fresh. Let's go home and stew! " I nodded with joy.

This incident has made me unforgettable so far, not only because I caught a lot of fish, but also because I learned a truth from it: be patient in doing things, and persistence is victory.

Chapter 5: One thing I will never forget.

Everyone has many firsts, just like the stars in the sky. Some are roller skating for the first time, some are swimming for the first time, some are flying kites for the first time ... I also have many firsts, but I will never forget the first time climbing a mountain.

My hometown is in Chaihe, where the environment is beautiful, surrounded by mountains, and the peaks are like green barriers. Up close, pine trees rise like handfuls of huge umbrellas. Pine and cypress are green, the hillside is covered with green grass, and lovely birds are singing beautiful songs, just like a fairyland. Every night, the colorful lanterns standing in Dongshan Park will be lit, colorful and constantly changing colors, just like the mythical lotus lanterns, very beautiful! Seeing these beautiful scenery, I thought, if only I could climb to the top of this mountain!

My parents seemed to read my mind and took me to climb the mountain the next day. The three of us came to the foot of the mountain. I excitedly said to my parents, "Let's have a mountain climbing competition to see who reaches the top of the mountain first." The game began, and at my father's command, we all rushed to the top of the mountain. At first, I was ahead all the way, and I didn't feel tired, but things changed halfway up the mountain. I just feel my feet are weak, my heart is beating too fast and my throat is dry. At this time, my father gradually caught up with me. I panted, "Dad, I am too tired to climb any more. I don't want to continue climbing." Hearing this, my father kindly said to me, "No matter what you do, you can't give up halfway. As long as you have strong perseverance, you can overcome difficulties. " After listening to my father's words, I regained my courage and continued to climb to the top of the mountain. Near the top of the mountain, a row of dense small trees blocked my father's way. Seeing this situation, I am full of confidence. I gritted my teeth and rushed to the top of the mountain. I managed to get under the tree before I got to the grove. I caught up with my father and ran straight to the top of the mountain. Soon I reached the top of the mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain, I shouted, "Mom and Dad, I won! I won! "

Through this climb, I learned a truth, that is, even if there are more difficulties, as long as we have a strong will, we will overcome them and the victory belongs to us.

Chapter 6: One thing that I will never forget.

On the road of my growth, many wonderful memories have happened. There is only one thing that makes me feel ashamed when I think about it.

Last summer vacation, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house in Dalian to play. One day, my family went to the Forest Zoo. When I got home, I clamored to take the light rail and experience the feeling of taking the light rail.

Getting on the light rail for the first time. Maybe it's the holidays. There are so many people on the bus. I struggled in the crowd for a long time and finally got a seat with my father's efforts. After walking all day, my legs are as heavy as lead. When I saw the seat, I was ecstatic to sit on it. I watched the scenery outside the window while admiring the air conditioner in the carriage. Just then, the bus stopped, and an aunt came over with a child in her arms, and the child was still crying in her mother's arms. I looked up at my aunt's sweaty face and crying child. I want to stand up and give up my seat, but considering that my poor leg will be affected again, I hesitate. I still confidently said to myself in my heart: "Giving up my seat should be an adult's business, and we children should also enjoy taking care of it!"

A childish voice interrupted my thoughts, and I looked in the direction of the voice. A little girl of four or five years old stood up by her mother's hand and patted the seat with her hand and said, "Brother, you sit here!" " "The aunt holding the baby looked a little embarrassed and refused:" Thank you, baby, why don't you sit down! ""But the little girl stubbornly held out her little hand, pulling menstruation, and menstruation could not refuse, so she had to sit down. Only then did I notice the little girl. She has short black hair and a thin face, but her eyes are watery and aura.

Suddenly I feel that there are many "thorns" in my seat, so I can't sit down with peace of mind anymore. I stood up to give my seat to the little girl and her mother. At this moment, my mother called me to the station. My parents and I got off the bus in a hurry. I saw the little girl and her mother get off the bus, too. The little girl walked by me holding her mother's hand, and I was shocked at once, because the little girl's legs were O-shaped. I stared at the mother and daughter until they disappeared into the vast sea of people. ...

It has been a long time, but I can't forget it. He taught me that helping others is regardless of age. I have been hiding this matter in the deepest part of my heart. I say it today because I want to put my regrets in a bright place to illuminate my heart.

Chapter 7: An unforgettable thing for me.

My parents love me very much. This kind of love is the same, but the way of love is different. It is precisely because of this different way of love that I grew up, but my mother's love moved me even more.

I remember last winter night, the north wind was blowing and it was very cold. I was tossing and turning in bed, and my mother asked me what was wrong. I said, "I feel particularly uncomfortable." Mother reached out and touched me. My body is very hot. Mom quickly took my temperature, 38 degrees, and I had a fever. Mom quickly wet the towel with cold water and gently put it on my forehead to cool me down. After a while, my mother measured me again and found that my temperature did not drop, but rose to 40 degrees. My mother was in a hurry. She immediately put on a thick down jacket, picked me up and ran to the hospital. I was in my mother's arms in a daze. I felt my mother's footsteps getting heavier and heavier. I almost slipped a few times, but my mother's hand kept holding me tightly. I am old, almost as tall as my mother. Thin mother is so persistent that she can accompany me all the way to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an injection to reduce my fever and prescribed medicine. Gradually, my fever dropped.

It's late at night and the north wind is still blowing. My mother hugged me and walked home step by step. When I got home, I unconsciously entered a sweet dream with a high fever. When I woke up, I found myself lying in bed, but my mother fell asleep in the chair. Looking at my mother's tired appearance, I dare not turn over for fear of waking her up. How much I love my mother, I was moved by my mother, and tears kept coming out of my eyes. My mother is really the best mother.

Mom, the maternal love she gave me is the heaviest and most complete gift in the world. I am surrounded by maternal love and am the happiest person in the world.

Chapter 8: One thing I will never forget.

Some people say that childhood is a golden candy jar, full of candy and joy; Some people say that childhood is a string of sparkling wind chimes. When the wind blows, it makes a crisp and pleasant sound. I said that childhood is a flower basket of memory, and everything interesting is a petal that never fades.

I remember when I was 5 years old, I found that my father would shave in front of the mirror every morning. I saw my father holding a razor around, and my black beard disappeared, leaving only yellow skin. I was curious at the time. How did I get my beard off?

One night when my parents were not at home, I secretly brought my father's razor and wanted to shave like my father. But I don't have a beard! I am sad. I wiped my eyes and touched my eyebrows. I said happily, "My beard has grown on my eyes." I thought about my hair again, so I looked in the mirror and looked at my father from side to side, and then my hair and eyebrows disappeared. I am like a little monk without hair, which is exactly what I want. When my parents came home, they were shocked by my appearance. Mom asked me what was wrong, and I said, "I shaved!" " "Mom said," You are too young to grow a beard. Look what you did to yourself. Look at it more. You will be laughed at if you go out. " Dad said, "Nothing, son. If someone asks you where your eyebrows and hair are, tell them they are looking for a beard. "My mother and I laughed at my father's words.

Childhood is golden and beautiful. The past is embedded in my heart like a pearl, and I will never forget it.

Chapter 9: An unforgettable thing for me.

Childhood is like a bottle. There are many interesting things in the bottle, such as raising chickens, which are treasured in my colorful bottle.

I remember that time, my mother bought me a lovely chicken. I play with chickens, and my mother goes to the big house to watch TV. I think this chicken must be very hungry. I should feed it. So I went to the kitchen and gave it some biscuits to eat. But when I came back, the chicken didn't move. I hurried to the big house to find my mother. My mother asked me what happened, and I said, "The chicken is dead." "Dead? How can a chicken die? " Mother asked doubtfully. After that, my mother picked me up and went to the hut to see what the chicken was like. When mother saw the chicken, she almost cried with laughter. I asked my mother why she was laughing. Mother said, "The chicken is not dead, it is sleeping, understand?" I nodded, indicating that I had understood.

Childhood is golden, beautiful and happy. The joy of childhood is like a pearl embedded in my heart, and I will never forget it.

I'm going to put this thing in my colorful bottle and let it wander in the bottle.

Chapter 10: One thing I will never forget.

It is sunny today. I got up early, had breakfast, had a rest and began to do my homework. Yes, my mother found that I wrote it wrong. I looked at it impatiently. Mother patiently pointed out to me that this problem was wrong and needed to be corrected. I quickly said, "What's wrong with this? It's obviously right! Mother asked Brother Hua to explain. As soon as he saw the topic, he said, "There are several solutions to this problem. Longlong didn't do anything wrong, but it was a little different from the meaning of the topic. What he did was right! "However, subtraction is more appropriate." My mother asked me to do it again in Brother Hua's way. Of course, I have to calculate my homework in the best way. But I didn't listen to my mother. I fought back confidently. It doesn't matter. Why should I do it again? Mom said: "This will deepen the impression! Besides, that method is better. Didn't you listen to what Brother Hua just said? "

I shouted angrily to my mother: that voice was as sweet as thunder and drowned my mother's voice. Mom was so angry that she hit me with a hanger. It hurts so much that I deserve to stare. But I still don't know how to repent. Staring at my mother with a dignified expression. This is adding fuel to the fire and making my mother gasp with anger, so I can't control you, can I? Get out of here and don't come back. I went out angrily and said, "I won't come back until I come back." I don't want to come back yet! " "I found a place to sit down, and there was a TV, so I watched it with relish. I didn't expect what just happened.

My mother still didn't trust me, so she quickly came down to get me back and analyzed what had just happened. It is wrong of you to do that. You didn't listen to others' teaching when you were young, but you will understand when you grow up. Mom asked you to rewrite it for your own good. How can you talk to her in such an attitude? After listening to her words, I also realized that I had just made a serious mistake. If I don't correct it, no one will really like me when I grow up.

From now on, I will learn to be a good boy, study hard, listen to my parents' instruction, get rid of all bad habits and stop making adults angry. composition

Chapter 1 1: an unforgettable thing for me.

Childhood is golden and beautiful. Childhood memories are like stars embedded in the night sky and shells on the beach, which are countless. Now, I choose the most beautiful one and share it with you.

I remember when I was a child, I was very naughty, curious and wanted to try everything. I took all my toys apart to see what was inside. Many things in my family have been turned into beaten soldiers by me. My mother calls me "the king of destruction" and my neighbors call me "the naughty boy".

Once my father took me to have my hair cut. I watched the barber waving scissors and flying up and down, and my hair fell like snowflakes. I feel very curious and want to try it myself. When I got home, while my parents were taking a nap, I quietly took out my scissors, waved them like a barber's aunt, and cut a circle on my head. There was a click and a big piece of hair fell off. My mother screamed as soon as she entered the living room. She found a big piece of hair on the ground and turned to look at me. Seeing a large "concave ground" on his head, he asked, "Son, did you do it?" What are you doing? "I smiled and said," Mom, I had my hair cut. "Look at my new hairstyle." My mother lit my forehead and said, "Oh, you little guy!" " ! I didn't sleep well and did this to my hair. How ugly! How to know people! "My mother read the Classic again. My father heard this and came to see me. He said, "You little' naughty boy', if all you know is being naughty, you will make trouble for your mother. This is a young monk! "Our family, you look at me and I smile when I look at you.

Childhood is so carefree and free. It is like a warm wind blowing through our hearts, and like a magic brush, it depicts unforgettable scenery in our hearts. Let's record this wonderful childhood with colorful notes!

Chapter 12: An unforgettable thing for me.

I am a fourth-grade student. From the beginning of school, my greatest wish is to be a well-recognized monitor, stand on the platform in full view of everyone, lead everyone to read ancient poems and texts, and occasionally read English. I envy the monitor. How I want to be read on the platform.

At the beginning of each semester, our class will select the monitor, life Committee member, sports Committee member and literary Committee member every year, and this semester is no exception. At the class meeting, the teacher personally announced the division of labor this semester. Then I walked onto the platform with warm applause from my classmates. Thanks for your support.

I sat in my seat and looked at the students who became "officials". I am very envious. This is no big deal for students who study well. However, for me, who is too ordinary to be ordinary, it is simply more difficult, so being a monitor has become my dream.

So I secretly vowed to be the monitor of next semester. But it's easier said than done. It is even more difficult to take everyone to read the ancient poems with clear pronunciation like a teacher! It is even more difficult for me to lead everyone to read the text fluently! Reciting the text is simply more difficult! But the teacher said where there is a will, there is a way. Beyond yourself, the heart is not as good as it is!

If you want to be a monitor, first of all, you must write neatly. My handwriting in the exercise book is not scrawled or very good. As usual. This time I wrote with a pen, and gradually the "excellent" in the exercise book increased, and I often got praise from the teacher. I have carefully finished the foundation of the math exam, and there is an additional question. I usually skip without looking. I won't skip it this time. I thought about it and watched it again, and finally I knew the answer.

Time flies, and it's the end of the term. I believe I will be recognized as the monitor next year, because I believe persistence is victory, and I will stick to it!

Chapter 13: An unforgettable thing for me.

Everyone has his own story. My story is common, but it is true. Some of these things gave me some truth, some taught me how to face my own life path, some gave me confidence, and some gave me courage.

However, there is one thing I can't forget. I remember one summer vacation, the weather was very, very hot. I really want to learn swimming, but my parents just won't let me. With my unremitting efforts, my parents reluctantly agreed to my request to learn swimming.

And I met a terrible male teacher.

On the first day of class, I was very nervous. That male teacher keeps a straight face all day, and I haven't seen him smile once. At that time, I knew nothing. Everyone should learn to dive first. I dived for a while, but I couldn't get my head back. The teacher saw it, walked in three steps and pushed me into the water with his palm. I struggled desperately, but I couldn't get rid of his clutches. He held me tightly in the water, and after a few minutes, he let go and left without looking back. I climbed ashore, choking and coughing, and had a good rest before I stopped coughing.

After that, I stopped learning to swim. My parents gave me many ideas. Once, my mother asked me to go swimming with them, but I was afraid to go. Mother said, "You must get up from where you fell. Didn't you use to pick up a swimming ring and swim in the pool? Try again | "I listened to my mother and felt confident again.

Later, with the help of my parents, I not only dared to go into the water, but also learned to swim without a swimming ring. After learning to swim this time, I understand that you should have confidence and courage to do something, don't give up halfway, and always stick to it.

I will never forget to learn to swim.

Chapter 14: an unforgettable thing for me.

God in charge of time, if you lend me another day, how I hope to return to that beautiful day. ...

"Shh ..." "Happy Teacher's Day!" A female teacher with gray temples is surrounded by a group of lovely and naive children. Ribbons and wires are flying in the air. The female teacher was shocked. The teachers were quickly shocked by the children's surprise. Tears were shining in their eyes. The children have been busy all morning, waiting for this touching moment. The monitor is holding a double cake, which these children have accumulated for several months. The teacher showed a happy expression and the children's faces also showed joy.

These children are us, and the female teacher is our dear Miss Zhao. When we recall that wonderful moment again, we can't help crying. The teacher is also the happy tears we saw for the first time.

In fact, we also knew at that time that it was the last Teacher's Day we held (because the school didn't allow us to celebrate Teacher's Day in class, it was the first wing and the last time), and we were all very happy, but we also concealed our inexplicable sadness.

Time is like a river, the left bank is an unforgettable memory, the right bank is a youth worth grasping, and it flows quickly in the middle, which is a faint youth sadness and washes away the beautiful moments.

Chapter 15: an unforgettable thing for me.

Everyone had a good time after class today. But the most striking thing is the pull-up competition.

The contest was put forward by Li Bin, the student in charge of the contest. First, he put his hand on the horizontal bar, his muscles were tight, and then he did several pull-ups. A group of students were dumbfounded. They all ran to Li Bin's classmate's side, and their eyes were full of envy.

Just when he was proud, the person who played tricks on him came-Michele Monique Reis firmly said to Li Bin: "I want to challenge you!" Then he lifted the horizontal bar, and one, two, three ... completed 15 pull-ups in a short time; Li Bin was not to be outdone, but he only finished eighth in the end. The students were very disappointed with Li Bin, and they began to like Michelle monique Rice.

At this time, I also want to make a splash. Maybe it was their own fault. I grabbed the horizontal bar as soon as I reached out. I thought pull-ups were a simple exercise, but they didn't work at all, so I had to be asked to sit on the bench in the laughter of my classmates.

Xu Jialong also experienced it once. Although his movements were a little slow, he also made a few moves, which caused a sensation in our hearts. After all, he is also a newcomer. Compared with me, he is much better than me.

The familiar bell rang, and the students returned to intense study. ...