I am eager to write an 800-word composition on the topic of "Good Memories in My Heart"

I anxiously wrote an 800-word composition on the topic of "Good Memories in My Heart" for six years, and it passed by in such a hurry, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle, dropping into the sea silently and without a trace. I can't help but start sweating and crying. ...

In a blink of an eye, I am already a senior one student. When I was in middle school, I sometimes thought of the good times of six years in primary school. How naive and beautiful!

Count. I am now 12 years old, and I spend half my time in primary school. You don't think I remember?

My dear primary school classmates! Do you know how much I miss you, the teachers who taught us, and the alma mater where we studied together? Remember last year's school sports meeting? The students walked into the opening ceremony happily, thinking that they must go well, because this is the last chance for the whole class to contribute in primary school.

On the second day of the sports meeting, there was my high jump. I remember not being confident at that time, and I was scared to death. My classmates came to comfort me and help me adjust my mentality. But I still didn't play well after I played. I sprained my foot in the second round. It was so painful that I couldn't stand up. I cried and bowed my head and cried sadly. The students outside the court saw this scene and immediately rushed to help me, but I couldn't stand up at all, so I found a representative to carry me.

The pain continues and becomes more and more terrible. My tears are coming out. They were sad to see it. They wiped my tears and comforted me not to cry. They are too kind to me. How can I not cry? Instead, I cried even harder. When I heard that I was crying louder, they were very anxious and tried every means to make me laugh. I just cried. They're, uh, really nice.

The teacher came to show me my feet. I feel like rolling in pain. She saw it, so she had no choice but to reach out and let me bite. How can I bear to bite her white and tender hand? It turned out that it was my own pain. Why should I make her suffer more than I do? No, I'm too selfish. I can't do it. So, I choked back a smile and said, "It's okay, don't worry, thank you!" " "

What a wonderful primary school time, I want to go back to the past, but the old man didn't wait for me and didn't give me a chance. I have to keep this wonderful memory in my heart. I said a few words when I met a friend. How kind I feel.

My dear pupils, please keep some memories in your heart like me, and don't forget those wonderful six years.

What are the 500-word compositions to keep in mind? In the summer after the rain, the sunshine is particularly dazzling, and the impetuous feeling comes quietly, bringing a little uneasy memories, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, breaking my quiet life and stirring up ripples; Looking around like a lost child. Vaguely, wisps of elegant fragrance floated with the wind, and I felt refreshed. Looking around, it turned out to be gardenia. The green flower branches are covered with clusters of flower bones, and the elegant petals are opened in twos and threes, as white as snow, clearly embedded around the pale yellow stamens, soft, quiet and warm!

The moment when flowers bloom carries beauty, just like that pure white friendship, which is deeply remembered in my heart, engraved in my heart and forever frozen! White flowers bloom in youth, refreshing, full of memories, full of fragrance and sweet taste, which is the only reason I like it!

I remember my companion. In the morning, I picked a bunch of fresh and white gardenias from the yard and put them in my desk. Although the flowers are elegant, I think they are rich. He said, "Here you are. You are my friend. " The fragrance of flowers rises again, and the sense of smell spreads to the five internal organs, precipitating the bottom of my heart and warming my heart.

I gradually fell in love with gardenia, fragrant friendship and rich sweetness in my memory. I think the faint fragrance of flowers and pure friendship will not disappear with the passage of time. On the contrary, it is worthy of my deep treasure in my heart, which makes me unforgettable and moved by happiness. I look forward to this friendship forever!

Years have changed, age has increased, and the memories deposited in my memory have made me more understanding, more tolerance and less doubt about gratitude and love in my life; More introverted, less impetuous; Think more and be less superficial.

Gardenia, as white as snow, blooms quietly, revealing its unique temperament and charm. As cool as Xia Feng, as long as white clouds, as lingering as butterflies dancing, full of charm and refreshing. Gardenia after the rain, the raindrops flowing on the petals, crystal clear, set off the delicate petals, charming and moving, infiltrated into the heart, fascinating, but the heart is gentle and elegant, extraordinary and refined.

It is a natural law that flowers bloom and fall, but I still can't help but feel sad when I see a piece of withered flowers. Petals gradually dry up and turn yellow, slowly wither, as if they will lose something. So, I picked them up one by one and put them in the book. Although it is not as fragrant as when it blooms, the fragrance of flowers has always been in my heart.

After all, I will understand that the passage of time, the change of appearance and the vagueness of memory will not dilute some memories in life. That pure friendship, like a gardenia blooming in my heart, always warms me and touches me!

The saddest thing in the world is to be too harsh on our closest friends and too tolerant of strangers. The most irreplaceable thing in this world is affection, and the most worthy thing is affection. However, I have hurt the people I love in this world.

When I was a child, I always loved to snuggle in grandpa's arms, count the stars all over the sky, listen to the nursery rhymes that grandpa hummed, and sleep sweetly in that warm and solid arms. When I was a child, I always tugged at my grandfather's beard and always asked him to tell me the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I naively thought I could live like this, but something terrible happened.

That autumn, grandpa suddenly fell to the ground, and I couldn't wake him up. Later, he was sent to the hospital. The doctor said that grandpa was insane, but how could I understand it at that time?

Grandpa has changed slowly since he came home. He stopped telling me stories and smiling at me. Later, grandpa's illness became more and more serious, and he was no longer as clean as before. He often wears dirty clothes, buttons wrong, and drags his slippers on the floor to make a dull sound. Worst of all, grandpa sometimes turns on the light at home to catch ghosts in the middle of the night, which keeps the whole family awake.

Gradually, I stopped being close to my grandfather and even felt disgusted with him. Whenever I hear the sound of his slippers in the distance, I avoid him, just like playing hide-and-seek with my grandfather when I was a child. When he can't find me, he will walk away disappointed.

During that time, I fell in love with flowers, plum blossoms and orchids, but I was depressed for the lack of a pot of chrysanthemums.

I came home from school that day, and the door was open. I pushed it away and saw my grandfather standing there. I gave him a push and shouted, "Get out! I don't want to see you. " Grandpa seems to be stunned. Something fell from his hand, and then he turned and went out. At the moment he turned around, I clearly saw the tears in his eyes.

I looked on the ground and it turned out to be a young chrysanthemum seedling. I was shocked at once. It turns out that my grandfather knows my mind, and he still loves me so much that my eyes are full of tears.

When I came home the next day, my mother told me that my grandfather had passed away, which seemed like a bolt from the blue. I want to say sorry to grandpa. He can't hear it anymore.

Even after so long, some things have long been forgotten, but this matter will remain in my heart forever, accompanied by guilt that can never be eliminated.

An essay with the theme of Dimfragrance in my heart. The scenery left in my heart is a blue lamp, a cup of fragrant tea, and a cool breeze blows up the ink on yellowed paper. The collection of words is a landscape left in my heart. It's easy for you to understand and lift it slightly. Every gesture is like a charming dream. Your delicate hand is shaking the paddle, and there is a ray of sadness between your eyebrows. Looking at the horizon, I can't see my husband thousands of miles away and look down on myself. People are better than yellow flowers, and I am not old with heart failure. You are drinking the residual wine in the cup: you are not afraid of wandering life, but you are afraid that you will not be reunited with the people you love in this life! When the geese return, you are lonely and listen to the drizzle of banana, and sit in Dongli for drinking at dusk on the Double Ninth Festival. Evening, not only autumn rain, is spring hate, hate "today gaunt, wind and frost temples", is sadness, worry that "things are people but not everything"! You row forward and see a flock of seagulls vying for the ferry. You are really drunk, but even in the vague drunken eyes, the unforgettable past is blurred. "Flowers bloom and fall, and water flows by itself." You murmured, two lines of clear tears shed, and then the sadness of frown rushed to your heart with tears. This strange girl expressed her sorrow all her life with unparalleled talent. The sunset melts into gold, and the clouds merge at dusk. A clear figure is boating among thousands of lotus flowers, which is the scenery left in my heart. You are full of lofty sentiments. The Millennium wind of Chibi blows your feather fan silk scarf and touches your heartstrings, so you let the waves under your feet wash away the eternal wind. Fairy way rides the wind, you forget the frustration and displacement of officialdom in this lofty sentiments, and suddenly you are as independent as the world, and you are immortal. Even if his official career is dark and his temples are gray, he is willing to lead Huang Qingcang, with a strong bow and a heavy arrow, to drive away the enemy in the north for Dasong. But you are empty-handed and no one appreciates your talent. You finally avoided the world and lived in the country. You are sentimental, too. Sentimentality is a scholar. Why did Wang Can have sex? In fact, you know that you can support political reform and seek a high position, but how can you be selfish and ignore the people of the world when you look at the fear and fatigue of the people in the barren land? You don't agree with it alone, and when you see the sympathetic and timid eyes of Manchu Wenwu, you laugh sarcastically. The cool breeze in Chibi gradually cooled your childlike innocence. You sigh that you were born early, looking at the rushing river, but you just wish you couldn't give the rest of your life to the rivers and seas ... On the red cliff, Dongpo stretches his elegant brow, his robe flutters with the wind, and the lonely figure seems to be a landscape in my heart. My ancestors' national hatred, Liu Yong's persistence, Qin Guan's gentleness and Rong Ruo's great future remain in my heart. The blue light suddenly went out, the tea fragrance drifted away, and the cigarettes burned out. When the book is closed, these words, like pearls in the sea, form the most beautiful picture. It seems that a unique emotion beyond time and space can be read from these beautiful words. These should be the scenery that will never die in the hearts of our Chinese sons and daughters. 2. The scenery left in my heart will always believe that the world is not just a desert of the soul, an ice kiln of feelings, and all kinds of kind and affectionate feelings have built the most beautiful scenery.

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In the field of spring, green grass and red flowers weave bright carpets, and the silver light flashing in the middle is the jade in the flowers playing with the sunshine. The air is filled with warm and sweet fragrance, which attracts several bees and butterflies and becomes a smart note on the color staff.

Two children chasing on the grass, bathed in spring, the same time, the same innocence. Inadvertently, the beautiful claw flap tilted down, and thin red blood oozed from the tender little hand that scraped the skin. She got up, and the little boy with big eyes full of grievances flew over and wiped the injured blood of the little girl with a handkerchief. A red flower was embroidered on the handkerchief. It is the purest flower and the purest heart in the world.

In the lonely winter, everywhere is yellow and bleak. Even the clear river in the past has lost its luster. Hiding under the ice and wanting to sleep, it's dark and depressing. There are mothers and daughters. Mother is combing her daughter's hair in the warm sunshine. She tidied her hair gently and knitted the petals gently. The sun kissed the long hair, like gold powder, shining with erratic brilliance. My daughter snuggled up in her mother's arms and kept talking about something, making her laugh from time to time. Sweet affection melts the cold of winter, and makes the bleak winter scenery play the beauty of spring.

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950 words (explained by one thing) will leave a deep impression on everyone's heart. I have many deep impressions myself, which are firmly engraved in my heart. But this incident left the deepest impression on me.

It was a Wednesday morning and I was waking up from a sweet dream. I rubbed my eyes in a daze, yawned a lot and looked at my mobile phone again. However, I collapsed at the sight of the time on my mobile phone: 7: 30! I quickly got out of bed and packed my things in a hurry, complaining to myself: why didn't anyone wake me up? I didn't have the heart to taste breakfast, so I picked it up and left. Finally, I put the bus card in my pocket, put on my shoes and ran out of the door.

Ran out of the corridor and saw Aunt Lin maintaining the sanitation of the community there. Every morning, Aunt Lin comes to sweep the floor outside the corridor. Aunt Lin saw me and asked kindly, "Huang, why haven't you gone to school yet?" It's past 7: 30. "I quickly replied," because I overslept today. " Aunt Lin smiled and said, "Then hurry up and don't be late." "well. So I said goodbye to Mrs. Lin and walked on. Just then, I dropped my bus card in my pocket, but I didn't know it. I was still running forward. At this moment, Aunt Lin found my bus card, but I had already run away.

Finally, I ran on the bus. When I was about to take out my bus card, it was gone. I'm sweating with anxiety. At this moment, I saw Aunt Lin running breathlessly and saying, "Huangxi Village, this, this is your bus card. You dropped it. " Then I got on the bus and put the bus card in my hand. I was so moved that I couldn't speak and squeezed out the word "thank you". Aunt Lin still smiled at me, touched my head and said, "Little fool, let's go." Say that finish out of the car. I nodded my head. The bus left, leaving the shadow of Aunt Lin waving to me.

This is an ordinary trivial matter, but it is not an ordinary trivial matter in my opinion. Aunt Lin left a deep impression in my heart. My impression of her is so beautiful. Aunt Lin's beauty leads to the other side of my heart. This is my own impression. ...

The memory left in my heart is full of endless memories in everyone's heart. With the passage of time, these memories will become indelible memories in our lives.

Grandma is like a safe haven in my life. Grandma loved me very much since I was a child, and often complained that my parents didn't take good care of me. Grandma always appears immediately when my brother bullies me, because he is older than me. Whenever a storm comes, she always helps to stand the test of the storm selflessly. It was she who made me understand the selflessness and greatness of love one day.

I remember that whenever my brother and I were fighting for toys, my grandmother was always the first to come and help me. When I cry, grandma is always the first to dry my tears and comfort me. At that time, I thought grandma was a part of my life and an indispensable part.

But time is always cruel. Time has erased the good memories of my grandmother and me from my life. What is left is a thin photo, a photo of my memories and tears, and a testimony of love. Grandma in the photo is still amiable, but the square border separates me from grandma at both ends.

I remember when I was nine years old. It was dark, as if I was in the mood at that time. It was a little cold, but there was no heavy snow. A few snow crystals fell slightly, as if they were deliberately warning something.

When the sun rose the next day, the sky seemed more gloomy, as if it were a little cooler. When I followed my mother home, I found my grandmother missing. At that time, I naively said, "Mom, where's grandma?" Mother heard this and whispered, "concubine, you will never see your grandmother again." My tears suddenly flowed out of my eyes. I suddenly ran out of the yard and suddenly found it was raining cats and dogs. I looked up at the sky and shouted, "milk-milk!" " "In the black sky, I seem to see my grandmother's former figure.

I remember the snow that night.

A lesson left in my heart, titled 600 words, changed me.

I used to be a girl who didn't like learning math and hated taking math classes. But a math class changed me.

One day, Zeng Qingting, a newly transferred teacher, walked into the classroom with an unhappy face. As soon as she stood on the podium, she began to criticize us, saying that we did our homework badly yesterday and the whole class only got 100. Listen, everyone, your heads are hanging low. After a while, Ceng Laoshi softened his words and said to us, "Guess whose score is this 100?"

The students blinked doubtfully, shook their heads and chattered away.

"If I had to guess, the score of 100 must be the monitor Tan Yun."

"no! It should be study Committee member Wu Xingping. He is best at math. " Some students said Zhang San and some students said Li Si, but Ceng Laoshi just shook his head.

"Ceng Laoshi, who is it? Come on! " Suddenly, the classroom became lively, and everyone seemed eager to know the answer. Ceng Laoshi smiled and said to me, "Liu Meiqin, isn't this 100 branch yours?"

Before I could answer, the discussion began in the classroom. "Teacher, this is impossible."

"Yes, Ceng Laoshi, how could it be her? Isn't this the sun coming out in the west? " There was a bang in the classroom.

Burst into laughter. I'm ashamed. Why do my classmates look down on me so much?

"Quiet," Ceng Laoshi said loudly. "To tell you, just now, you got a 100 on your homework yesterday.

Liu Meiqin, the classmate you laughed at. "Ceng Laoshi words just stopped, the eyes of the class" brush "to move to me.

At this moment, Ceng Laoshi came up to me with a smile, and his eyes were full of trust.

"Liu Meiqin classmate, why are you crying? You should be happy! You will get more 100 points in the future, and the teacher believes you. "

"hmm!" I nodded. At this time, there was scratching applause in the classroom.

After that, I found myself changed. I began to be interested in mathematics and enjoyed taking math classes.

I stood on the rocks on the banks of the Yangtze River, and the wind kissed my cheek and brushed my hair lightly. The river is rushing, patting the rocks under your feet from time to time, and then flying away like floating petals ... Watching the raging river rolling to the horizon, I suddenly remembered Mr. Kong's words: "The deceased is like a husband!"

So, I understand that time is passing and we are changing.

When I was a child, I often pestered my mother for candy and clothes. If I don't give it, I will have a runny nose and tears.

Write a short essay of about 800 words with the theme of "the scenery in my heart". The scenery in my heart (composition)

Several trees outside the examination room are tall, tall and lush. How many years will it take these trees to grow to such a height? Maybe decades. The people who planted these saplings decades ago, I don't know who you are or whether you are still alive. I only know that these trees dancing with the wind, the beautiful scenery of this dancing leaf, stayed, stayed yesterday, stayed today and stayed in my heart.

I have always been paranoid that personal things can be kept for a long time, even forever. Although I have known for a long time that a man named Fan Zhen wrote a book "On Immortals" thousands of years ago, he said that after death, people and gods will die, disappear completely, leaving nothing behind.

Look at history: Qin Shihuang died, but the Great Wall and Terracotta Warriors stayed; Li Bai died, but his talent, those magnificent, magnificent, elegant and unrestrained poetic souls stayed; Ji Hongchang died, but the patriotic pride of "Although the country has broken mountains and rivers, why cherish this head" stayed; Tan sitong died, but "I'll stay in the Kunlun Mountains." Awesome integrity has survived. ...

We read these traces left by our predecessors. From the tall pine trees, from the blurred pictures, from the yellowed history books and from the teacher's lectures, we can clearly see vivid and modal faces. They left their glory behind and in our hearts.

Writing here, I can't help but feel excited. I can't help asking myself: can I leave my own scenery in others' hearts in my lifetime?

How I wish I had a brilliant literary talent and wrote a masterpiece that amazed the world. Years later, when someone leans against the window and finishes reading my book, I can vaguely see my young face in the sky overlooking the window. How I wish I had a fearless spirit to benefit the development of our nation and the progress of mankind. ..... These wishes may be narrow, but if you can keep your name in people's hearts with the great cause, why don't I fight for it and work hard?

Some people love fog, love its obscurity, love its ethereal; Some people love frost, its whiteness and its elegance; Some people love dew, love its crystal, love its petite and exquisite; Some people love snow, its purity, and its elegance. I also love these beautiful scenery, but I know more deeply that these superficial beauty are illusory. Only let the wings of Changfeng take me across Qian Fan, and let the call of the soul accompany me to taste the hardships of life. Only in this way, the scenery in my heart and the scenery in others' hearts will not wither, the leaves of life will not rot, and a tempered heart will always be maintained, so that life will always be spring.

I like to spend the same time, the same world and the same future. The first fifteen years of my life are spent looking for my place. Now, I know myself clearly and know the direction. I will be determined to refine the essence of life, cast the glory of the years, and leave the most gorgeous scenery in the hearts of me and others.