Memories composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone must come into contact with composition. Composition writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is a composition of memories that I carefully compiled. You are welcome to read it. I hope you all like it. Memories Composition 1

Recalling our lost youth that year, recalling the vows we made that year, recalling our beautiful past that year, and recalling our most sincere friendship that year. In our most luxurious campus life, I remember that when I was a child, I was so envious of the study life of my brothers and sisters. When I was a child, I hoped that I could grow up and study early. At that time, I had my own dreams and hoped that I would Being able to become an excellent teacher, being able to serve the people, and being able to allow all the children in our hometown to go to school was my childhood ideal.

When I was in elementary school, I hoped that I could go to junior high school and then enter the ideal high school. I remember my junior high school. Junior high school is the most memorable for me. In my senior year of high school, I remember that the teacher just taught me chemistry calculation questions and I couldn’t do them in the exam. When the results came out, the teacher handed out the papers. I was scolded at that time. I also cried. Later, I was punished by the teacher to copy my homework. That night, I copied in the classroom until very late and was discovered by the teacher. My good friend also told the teacher how hard I worked. After a few days, the teacher helped me make up for it. Chemistry, I was moved in my heart. A few weeks later, my chemistry scores improved. In the high school entrance examination that year, I lived up to the teacher's expectations and my own hard work. In 20xx, I experienced the most difficult test in my life, which was our college entrance examination. Some people say that people who have experienced the college entrance examination have the most complete life. But I don't completely agree with this statement. It can only be said that going through this college entrance examination can make us mature and grow.

When we encounter difficulties, we will not bow our heads as before, but can deal with the difficulties rationally. Now I feel confused and decadent sometimes, with no goals and no sense of direction. As I am about to graduate, I suddenly feel a little afraid of the moment I step into society, afraid of the complexity of society, afraid of not understanding society, and afraid of all kinds of people in society. Sometimes when I think about it carefully, it’s actually nothing? What you have to face will eventually be faced, why should you avoid and complain? In fact, what I hope most now is to experience more social practice, understand more about society, learn to practice in learning, and learn in practice. For a better tomorrow, we must bravely take the first step in life. For a better future, we must work hard to look forward to our true selves. For future happiness, we should create a brilliant life. Life is continuous experience and continuous practice. If we want to work hard to be the person we want to be, we must work hard to do things we have never done before. Memories Composition 2

This summer vacation is our last summer vacation, so we have to record every interesting thing.

During this summer vacation, I thought about a lot of things, and I have taken a lot of classes, and I wonder if anyone will miss us after we graduate. Mathematics classes and English classes are the happiest classes for me, because I have a group of lovely friends who can tell jokes. Although there is a lot of homework each time, I still I will be very happy to finish it.

In addition, the most special summer vacation homework is all blank notebooks. I came up with an idea and turned it into a whale. There are many records in it. This summer vacation homework made me happy. Leave deep memories.

I spend more time at school than at home, so I miss my classmates. This summer vacation is the most boring summer vacation I have ever had. I accompanied my students to play the piano, and I created a new Although the song is weird, it is really fun.

This summer vacation is my happiest summer vacation. There are joy, anger, sadness, joy, and many interesting things. I can’t finish them. In the end, I don’t want to Forget this wonderful memory. Memories Composition 3

I thought that what was parked at my feet was an old pier. I forgot the time when I set sail, and I couldn’t go back to the direction I came from...

There is no trace of the ferry in the ferry in my heart, and the beautiful figures on the river bank are solitary. How many years? The wind, frost, rain and snow withered away the fragrant rhyme of the piano, leaving only the tender color remaining in my heart, soaring upwards, like thoughts and wind, and finally forgot the name of the beautiful woman, and lost the face of the earth.

My thoughts are recalled in bits and pieces, far away from the embrace of the mountains and the past events where grass grows and orioles fly.

How are you? Far away in a foreign country, will a cup of tea after midnight remind you of the past that was like smoke, sitting in meditation under the stars of Liao Ruo and running in exile under the setting sun? Time is not only separated by distance, but also by the faint, tacit sadness deep in the soul...

Standing on the high-rise of a foreign city, facing the direction of the wind, I always think that the distance between dreams is not far away. The wish I made in the past is still beside me, but after that virginity disappeared, the flying dandelions began to become chaotic. Where do we end up? Where will you stay? Gradually, we began to reach the ends of the earth; gradually, we began to be strangers to each other...

When the sky is full of stars, I will always sit alone and think about the past, the happy gatherings in my dreams, and wake up Difficult period of gathering and separation. Is it because too many memories have become a disaster and lost my eyes; is it because too many past events have burdened my soul, or is it because the distance is too far and too far and I have lost the direction of home.

Treat life as a tiring journey and forget the sorrow of gathering and separation. Memories are just an old pier under my feet, far away from the ferry and the direction from where I came from in a little bit of sadness... Memories Essay 4

Every time I return home, I always look through my letters and record them with my classmates. , every time I read it word by word slowly, sometimes with a slight smile on my lips, and when I saw something funny, I laughed out loud, although my dad once said that I was mentally ill and that I had turned into a crazy woman. , but I just want to laugh. I enjoy the process of recalling the past bits and pieces. Those bits and pieces seem to have happened yesterday.

Tonight, I spent two hours reading the records of my junior high school classmates. The flying words danced in front of my eyes. I read every word carefully, as if I was afraid of missing something. Between the lines, there was so much. With our little memories.

My classmates wrote about their impressions of me in the classmate journal. Many of them said that I am very frank. When I am happy, I laugh endlessly. When I am sad, I cry to the death and do whatever I want. Some people say that I am very cute, especially when I smile, my eyes form a line, and I am very willful and a little domineering. Others say I am cheerful and strong! Indeed, this is the image of me in junior high school, and my willfulness and domineering attitude depends on who is right!

Write about my monitor! Jin Ling, she wrote to me. She said that sometimes I was a little savage and I often quarreled with her. Hehe, I must have been so naive back then that I was a little savage! We didn't really quarrel, we just bickered. I don't know why I was so stubborn towards her and insisted on saying a few more words. I met her on the street today. She didn’t change much. She was just a little "malnourished, and her hair turned yellow. Just kidding" (she dyed her hair yellow).

I read it carefully, about her innocence at that time. The innocent dream of classmates, many students wrote to be a teacher, to be a doctor. I also found that many students who had this dream went to social universities, but that was just a dream, and those who wrote that they wanted to become accountants , a classmate who was an engineer, went to normal school. Looking back at our innocent dream back then, it was just a pure and innocent dream!

The number left at that time is no longer useful!

Some students left me messages saying, remember to keep in touch. I’m sorry, many of them haven’t been in touch for a long time, almost four years! Others said that when you become a rich woman, you should remember not to say you don’t know me! Well, this is impossible. Although my future cannot be said to be dark now, I still can’t see the sunshine!

For those students who have left their names in my classmate directory, when I see the words you wrote, those blessings are very warm and kind.

The girl who has been in the same class with me for three years, I call her Huahua, and the girl who loves to call me Sister Qiuqiu, are very happy. We were divided into two classes, and we were not separated. At that time, we We are very good friends, she left a message saying, Sister Qiuqiu, don’t forget me! Well, I remember, but we haven’t seen each other in four years and have no contact! Miss her very much.

I read the friend who wrote many, many words in my classmates’ directory, and I read it again. One of them actually called me a crying cat, and one of them even called me childish. A very cute, willful and worry-free child who will not grow up. Another one said, "My lovely girl, stop crying. Crying too often is bad for your eyes. Smile more and you can slim down your face!" Watching it, I really want to laugh.

The classmate records carrying memories are so thick and so cute!

After reading it, I saw the innocence and cuteness we once had. Although we have all changed now, at least we still have memories. I once said that the past is unbearable to look back on, the hurt, pain, joy, and laughter. Today It seems that this is not the case! Whether it is laughter or pain, it is still imprinted in our minds. It feels good to review it when we have time! Memories Composition 5

After graduation, the past, beautiful and nostalgic moments disappeared in an instant.

I don’t know if I can find any trace of footprints in the vast sea of ??people, but in the vast sea of ??people, the past bits and pieces have indeed been forgotten...

I remember the time before graduation, We caused a wave of turmoil————

Football turmoil

Everyone knows that June 10th to July 10th is the day when the World Cup will be held. Remember that in mid-June One day, I entered the class at noon and found that there were very few people in the class. I was extremely surprised. On normal days, there would be at least 40 or 50 people sitting in the class, correcting the dictation and dictation assigned by the old class! Taking a closer look, I saw that the few people left in the class were almost all girls, and they were all standard "model students." I was even more puzzled, and was about to pat my deskmate's table and ask where everyone had gone. At that time, I discovered that my deskmate was not there either! I thought to myself: "Where did he go? He rarely leaves his seat! Moreover, Hu Chunhui (the name of my deskmate) failed in dictation and dictation this morning! Will the boss let him go?"

So, I ran to ask Lan Fei (a girl in our class) and she said calmly: "We have all gone to play football..."

Playing football? I was so surprised at this time that the sun came out in the west. What kind of football are you playing? If Lan Fei said they were going to play basketball, I wouldn’t be too surprised. They were just playing football, so I didn’t really believe it! Everyone knows that the boys in our school are very cool and handsome when they play basketball, but they have never heard of playing football!

I quickly lay down on the window sill, and sure enough, I saw the group of bad boys from our class. In addition to our class, there were also a small number of boys from other classes mixed in. I saw the group of bad boys on the football field. With their valiant and heroic looks, and the girls cheering for them on the playground in all weathers, I suddenly had a particularly warm feeling...

"..." Our school music bell rang, and I saw those bad boys coming up at the speed of the wind. Stairs, leaving the girls behind, I heard very clearly, Li Xin shouted in the corridor: "Hey, you won't wait, these heartless people!"

Just At this moment, I heard a loud bang on the door. > Then, I saw my old class pulling the boys and girls who were playing football and watching football to the podium one by one to preach, and punished them to correct their dictation and dictation 20 times each. Haha, I clearly saw my friend at the same table. My face was turning blue!

After the lecture, the old classmate asked them to go back to their seats and correct themselves, and then went to the teacher’s office. As soon as I saw the flattering face of my deskmate, I knew that he wanted me to help him. Correction! Helpless, I picked up a piece of paper and looked at his mistakes. Then we divided the work and started to correct. The more I wrote, the more annoying it became. It was just some words or texts that I often dictated, such as: "Zheng Renmai" "It's just a recitation question, and there are no new words. How could he get it all wrong?

...

I thought those bad boys were afraid of corrections! , I will not play football again tomorrow, but at noon the next day, I still saw those bad boys playing football...

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Every day Looking at the cars on the roadside in the morning, sometimes I feel like I am missing something, but I can’t remember it. Maybe it’s just a reverie when I am studying.

I always look at the window every day. I will quietly think, am I in school? Ask yourself.

Maybe everyone has experienced similar situations, but you will face different things. People around you have fantasies, associations with people you pass by, and so on.

No matter what you think of, you always have to return to real life. After all, people always have to live. It cannot be like a story. You can add some content as you like.

Who can really understand life in every detail? When faced with three meals a day, how many times do you cook them yourself? When you step on a clean floor every day, how many times do you have to do it yourself? etc. These ordinary things seem very simple. If I insist on doing them, how many days can I persist?

Perhaps for people like us, facing the computer every day is a kind of happiness. Or if you are more diligent, it is a joy to face books every day.

But no matter how you look at it, in general, returning to life, every bit of life, even cooking for yourself and taking care of yourself, is also a kind of enjoyment. A yearning for life, who can achieve it?

Thinking too much, too complicated. In short, I hope that I will grow up quickly and not let my family have to worry about it. That is the best kind of happiness. Memories Composition 7

That day, when I was coming home from school, I accidentally heard the sweet voice of a little girl: "Thank you, Mom, I am so happy to have chocolate!" The mother looked at her daughter and was filled with joy. With a warm smile and a pool of water in his eyes, he gently poked the girl's forehead with two fingers and said softly: "Silly boy! Is this how you are happy?!" In my opinion, that tone was mixed with a hint of The emotion of envy. When I grow up, I am busy working and studying all day long, and I no longer have time to feel happiness carefully, and I am no longer as easily satisfied as a child.

How long has it been since I laughed so purely? Pure, without any impurities, only the satisfaction of that one thing and the emotion from the bottom of my heart. Stopping where I was, I quietly began to reminisce. During the day at school, playing with classmates. Smiling faces blooming together in the sun are happiness; being alone at night and talking about your favorite songs on the guitar is happiness; tasting the meals cooked by your family every day is happiness... In an instant, something about happiness Bit by bit, one by one, they are played in my mind, filling the void in my heart. And... "Ah!" I was too obsessed with my thoughts, walked too fast, and my brain reacted too slowly. I tripped on the stairs. "Fortunately, I grabbed the stair railing with both hands in time." I thought happily, and walked home, but accidentally touched the wound on my knee from the previous few days. "Hiss", I pouted and put down my schoolbag: "It hurts to walk anyway, so I might as well rest for a while." Lifting up my pants, the wound was completely exposed. Well, fortunately it's not very dirty. Moreover, my mother had already given me red potion two days ago. Red potion... I couldn't help but chuckle, everything that happened that day replayed in my mind.

I whispered to my father: "Dad, I...I hurt my knee." Dad was playing on the computer and didn't react for a while. After a short moment of silence, my father frowned and took me to the living room. He asked me to sit on the sofa, then without saying anything, he took a band-aid and put it on me carefully.

I wrote my homework for a while and then had dinner. I sat at the dinner table and couldn't eat at all. I felt like the wound was open, and a pain came from it. "Mom, my knee hurts." I turned to my mother and said. Mom said "Ah" and then gently opened my pants to check the wound. "What happened?" She said this while tearing off the band-aid. "Yes." I was embarrassed to say that I was naughty, so I just took it over casually. My mother didn't ask any questions and just helped me clean the wound. She brought a basin of water and a bag of cotton swabs. There is no language, but it is different from silence. A kind of warmth ripples out. She dipped a cotton swab in water and wiped my wound as gently as possible. Left, right, top, bottom, you can feel the meticulous care everywhere. After cleaning it carefully, my mother took out the red potion again and said, "After using this, the wound will not hurt anymore if you rub it. Just bear with it." She still used cotton swabs and was as careful as ever. My heart felt like a piece of chocolate melted, sweet and warm.

"Hanhan? Hanhan?" My mother's voice rose in my ears, calling my thoughts back. "Well, Mom?" I raised my head reflexively and looked at my mother. "It's cold. You can't sit here. Get up and go back with me." Looking at my mother's eyes filled with concern, I smiled. The afterglow of the sunset is orange. Not an enthusiastic red, not an almost colorless gold, but a happy and warm orange.

In life, there are bits and pieces of happiness everywhere.

Decorate them with your heart, and every drop will make people feel happy. Memories Composition 8

Childhood has gone, gone forever. But the scenes that happened in my childhood are deeply rooted in my soul and have not disappeared because of the passage of time.

The childhood in my memory is happy, at least carefree and unburdened. . Apart from studying at school and doing homework after school, the rest of the time is almost spent eating, sleeping and playing. Among childhood memories, the moments of playing leave the most profound impression. Even when I stayed at school, what I left behind were more memories of playing with my classmates after class. The impression in the classroom was rather vague, although the time I spent in class was several times longer than my spare time. It’s no wonder, children love to play, don’t adults do the same?

The weather in my childhood was always sunny and clear. The young and frail body chases butterflies, captures dragonflies and bees in the bright sunshine, and then puts them together in a transparent glass bottle for observation. This is of course not for research, because children do not know what research is and what its significance is. , even though they say that they are students doing research, but in the final analysis these actions are just imitation and fun nature. But the fact is that those insects that were originally free have been deprived of their freedom by me, and the glass bottle has become a concentration camp where their nightmares begin. I remember that several of my childhood playmates and I once caught countless ants of different colors into a box, and then watched the ants of different colors bite and fight with each other in the narrow space. We watched and commented from a high position. Whenever we see an ant that escapes and tries to climb out of the box, we immediately pick it back with a wooden stick, and those ants that repeatedly try to escape are crushed to death by us without hesitation. The punishment for "deserting". Just such a small box became a passive battlefield for the ants we unfortunately caught, and then turned into their grave. In that kind of game, we only know that reddish-brown ants fight desperately and are not afraid of death. Yellow ants are united and have strong fighting ability in teams. Black ants crawl quickly but are timid and often shrink. "Escape". Therefore, countless black ants were not bitten to death by their own kind in the box, but were "executed" with two tiny fingers by us children who claimed to be impartial law enforcers. Later, when I talked about the game I played as a child with my playmates back then, I still talked about it with endless relish and had endless aftertaste. But when I thought about it later, I felt like I had a lump in my throat. Why? Because I suddenly thought of gladiators and the Colosseum. I think that small box back then was a condensed Colosseum, and didn't those ants of different colors become gladiators who fought bloody battles and eventually died? And what about us at that time? What became of us? Are they nobles who watch gladiators' life-and-death fights with gambling or numbness? Or a cruel and unkind dictator? I felt like it was nothing. At that time, we were just a group of innocent and ignorant children who forced the ants to fight for fun and indirectly deprived them of their weak lives. Does this mean that it is a natural expression of human cruelty? I don't know, but at least few people would think that a few children killing a group of ants for fun is a very cruel thing. Even so, when I think of that kind of game, I always feel a little sad. Feel less uncomfortable.

Of course, there are also cloudy and rainy days in childhood memories, but cloudy and rainy days do not represent sadness and melancholy, because people in childhood do not have sad and melancholy thoughts, at least I think so. Although I loved crying when I was a child, it was just to vent my grievances, just like eating and sleeping. We still play and seek happiness on rainy days. Rainy days were the prime time to play pranks in childhood. We would pour water downstairs or throw mud from flowerpots at the lower-grade classmates downstairs. We would laugh out loud at the embarrassed look of the "victims". It wasn't until the principal caught him in his act one time that he restrained himself after reviewing and apologizing. On cloudy days, we would go to the vegetable field in groups to play the "war" game. The so-called "war" is that a dozen children are divided into teams and throw mud at each other from the vegetable field. When someone on one side is hit by the mud, cheers ring out from the other side's position. At the end of the game, both sides were disheveled and covered in dirt, and the outcome was still indifferent. Naturally, after the "negotiation", it was "an appointment to fight again."

Of course, the sacrifices in "this battle" were the vegetables in the vegetable fields and the sweat of the vegetable field owners. So the next day, I always heard the owner of the vegetable field scolding anyone on the "battlefield" for being heartless, saying "God damn retribution" and the like. Fortunately, she never knew that these "masterpieces" were given by us naughty children. We also played the role of doctors when we were children. Countless insects have received our free "treatment" and "surgery". Those poor "beneficiaries" all lost their arms under the careful treatment of us "doctors" Broken legs or loss of flying and predatory functions, some dragonflies after being disemboweled still chewed the ants we fed into their mouths, but they died soon after. It's ridiculous to say that we wanted to be "insect doctors", but in the end we became "executioners" and "sadists"...

Everything is over, childhood is so limited, But the topic of childhood can never be finished. Everyone has different childhood experiences, but I believe that most people's childhood should be happy and joyful. The reason why we are happy is because of our innocence, and the reason why we are happy is because of our ignorance. But I wonder if those "players" in the adult world who are keen on "playing" plunder, torture, war and massacre have also returned to a state of innocence and ignorance? Memories Composition 9

Grandma spent the best time with me that I will never forget. I will sort out the time spent with my grandma one by one, leaving an intangible memory in my heart.

When I was about one year old, my sister and I were taken care of by my grandma. From then on, I may have understood what missing is. I envy other classmates who are loved by their parents, but I won't tell my grandma. To be precise, I don't dare, because my grandma is very busy and tired every day. When we were about seven or eight years old, our parents would visit us from time to time. I no longer envied my classmates for having their parents' love. Because I have learned to enjoy holding grandma’s hand after school every day, and the cookies on time. I always hold the warmth in her hand tightly, and my heart feels sweet.

After school that day, there were no familiar hands or biscuits. Although I could go home, I still waited there for a long time. I didn’t get home until it was almost dark, looking for her shadow in every corner. I seemed to I was afraid of something, and I didn’t see grandma until I walked into the house. She had a very high fever. I couldn't bear to see the person I loved the most suffer, so I very wisely used a towel to wipe her face. Grandpa is a chauvinist and never knows how to do housework. Grandma almost endured the discomfort and gritted her teeth to cook the meals for those days. At that time, I would carefully stare at her turning figure and the white hair on her temples.

Later, my mother took my sister and I away. I hated them and hated them for making arrangements for me every time without asking my opinion.

It’s already the sixth grade when I return to my hometown. My grandma separated from me forever after being with me for a year. I don't know why this is unfair.

The most beautiful memories are like floating clouds, constantly floating in my heart. The sadness in the bright eyes is filled with traces of the time that has not been forgotten. Memories Composition 10

In the tea mulberry fruit station, the high school life of the 20xx freshmen of Gejiu No. 2 Middle School kicked off. I was also one of them. It was a period of my growth there. We started The first required course in high school - military training activities. This started my high school life.

On the morning of the first day of military training, it can be said that we participated in the military training ceremony happily, and then each classmate took their luggage and attacked the camp on foot. We felt very excited and happy. But before we reached our destination, our feet were numb and sweat was dripping from our foreheads. We were very tired, just like the tiredness that a child feels when he likes to go to a place where his parents work.

When I arrived at the camp, my first impression was of beauty. The architecture was very special and beautiful, and the trees were beautiful. The environment there was quite beautiful. However, in such a beautiful environment, we had to do Military training activities. During the military training, the instructor's strict requirements, the training under the hot sunshine, and the tense gathering made us miserable. Moreover, in the squadron we were in, there were all unfamiliar comrades, and we were standing in the queue. Like a star falling in the vast universe, I can only bear the pain and suffering silently in my heart. Even if I want to tell them, I don't want to tell them. It's a bit difficult, just like the stars in the universe. In such a mood, there is inevitably a feeling of loneliness, the kind of loneliness that is not caused by loneliness, and I can't help but think of my home far away.

My parents at home work harder than me. For me, they have to suffer more than me. What does my hardship and loneliness in military training mean? My parents carried hoes for my growth, regardless of wind and rain. Face to the loess and back to the sky, day and night, digging fields and farming, just to make money for me, just to be haggard. It's getting dark now, maybe they just came home from the fields with hoes on their shoulders! Think about it this way, it is not a taste that spreads from the bottom of your heart to your whole body.

If school hadn’t started so early and I hadn’t wanted to study in high school, I think I would have picked up the hoe and worked with my parents.

Time passed quietly with the thought of homesickness. I spent two or three days in military training, and gradually got to know many people and made many friends. Through the instructor's strict training requirements, our squadron has become a united and disciplined squadron, especially during the military training parade on the last day, even though it was raining, we still completed it successfully The program showed our united team spirit. In the wind and rain, we successfully completed the first lesson of high school study - military training, and left the camp - tea mulberry fruit station with a happy mood.

Recalling the tea, mulberry and fruit station, and the military training life, there is joy in the hardships. The harvest of a few days of military training is not small. The most important thing is that through a few days of military training, I understand the collective spirit better in my heart. , The inner meaning of team spirit is unity and mutual help. I think the real purpose of military training is for this. I feel that I have grown up a lot in the past few days. I will always keep the spirit of seeking joy in hardship in my heart and face future studies.

I think this military training will be a beautiful memory in my future life, because it is a mark in my life worth recalling.