That incident will never be forgotten by me. Write 450 words.

No matter in study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is my collection, which I will never forget. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

That incident will never be forgotten by me. Tonight, I sat on the balcony and looked at the stars all over the sky, and I couldn't help thinking of that heartbreaking past. I cry every time I think about it, and I always blame myself.

At that time, I was very naughty, and unconsciously fell in love with fooling others, which was often annoying. I didn't care, and I continued to fool others.

Once, I put a fat and big caterpillar in my deskmate's pencil box. My deskmate is very timid. When she opened the pencil box and reached for the pen, she met a caterpillar. She suddenly cried and cried, her face turned white, and she didn't cry until her tears dried up. I snickered when she cried!

The student told the teacher about it, and the teacher told my mother. When I got home, my mother pulled me to the front and gave me a good lecture. I hold a grudge and wish I must take revenge!

In the evening, while I was doing my homework, my mother went to cook. I saw that she was going to the kitchen soon, and then I looked at the non-slip slippers on her feet, and an idea took root in my mind. I rushed to the bathroom, took a big basin of water and poured it on the kitchen floor, because the tiles on the floor would be slippery when sprinkled with water.

A few minutes later, my mother came into the kitchen, followed by a cry: "Ah! I walked slowly over gloating, only to find my mother sitting on the ground with a sprained ankle and unable to get up. With this painful expression on my face, I was shocked to see this scene. I helped my mother to the hospital, the doctor said. " Nothing, just rest for a month! I breathed a sigh of relief and helped my mother home. ...

After returning home, my mother didn't blame me, but went to cook for me. I cried and said to my mother; "Mom, you lie down and I'll cook. I was wrong. I was wrong, mom! I will never do it again!

My mother smiled with relief, hugged me and gently said to me, good boy, it's good to know your mistake, and my mother is fine! '

Since then, I have never been naughty again!

That incident will never be forgotten by me. Whenever I recall the experience of learning skateboarding, I feel a sense of pride. The scene at that time clearly came to my mind. ...

Shortly after the third grade started, my father took me to Decathlon one night and bought a new skateboard. I walked out of Decathlon with my skateboard in high spirits, thinking about the children I saw skateboarding in the square. I couldn't help putting my left and right feet on the skateboard at the same time and was about to try it again. Unexpectedly, after only a few seconds, I suddenly fell down with tears in my eyes. Soon, I began to cry, as if it were raining cats and dogs. But I didn't give up. I kept trying. Once I asked my father to take me away tightly with his hands. Next, I kept twisting my feet while watching my father. After sliding for a while, dad was tired and wanted to have a rest, so he let go of his hand and I fell down again. In this way, I fell again and again. But I didn't give up, thinking about the beautiful posture of the children in the square and thinking that one day I could skate like them.

With my constant hard training, one or two months have passed, and my body can be smooth, and my skateboarding skills are constantly improving, and I have mastered many skills. My heart is extremely proud and proud.

Through skateboarding, I deeply realized the true meaning of "nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind" in my later study and life. No matter what hardships and setbacks I encounter, I will face them bravely. Believe that success must belong to me!

Skateboarding brings me a lot of fun. I like skateboarding.

That incident will never be forgotten by me. This summer, my mother took me, Xingxing and Chen Chen to Chaka Salt Lake in Qinghai. Many unforgettable things have happened here.

Before we went to play, my mother invited Uncle Zhang and Uncle Wang to be drivers. When we are tired, they will pick us up by car as long as we make a phone call. After getting on the bus, we slept for a while. Uncle Zhang and Uncle Wang will wake us up as soon as we get to Chaka Salt Lake.

We arrived at the sky country-Chaka Salt Lake. Looking at the whole lake at a glance is like looking at an endless big mirror. When you walk into the salt lake, your feet feel particularly buoyant when you put them down, but there is no buoyancy when you lift them up. Then I put my foot in and took two steps. Suddenly, I found my feet hurt like needles. I picked up my shoes and saw that there was a lot of big, thick and black salt in them. We walked on, and when we were halfway to the lake, I found that the salt under our feet became white and clean. I thought for a moment, it must be that there are not many people walking in the middle of the lake, so the salt is white. This Chaka Salt Lake is too big for us to walk to the end. Then I asked my mother, "Can we take so much salt home to eat?" Mom said of course, so I couldn't wait to find a bottle and put a lot of salt in it. I asked, "How many years will this salt last for China?" Mom said, "It can feed the whole country for more than 200 years." After that, we went home

This trip really made me unforgettable!

That incident will never be forgotten by me. I can't forget it until now, and I'm still very excited to think of it!

During the National Day holiday, my parents took me to the playground of Baima Park. When I got there, wow! A sea of people, very lively. There are pirate ships floating on the "waves", "birds flying in the air" and "animals running freely" ... it feels like coming to the animal city. I remember playing pirate ship first, sitting in the last row, sitting next to two children about my age, and aunt, the administrator, helped us hold the handle. "Ding-ding, ding-ding, ding-ding" The pirate ship began to shake slowly, and the shaking became louder and louder, and our screams became louder and louder. I asked the aunt of the administrator, "Is it shaking so much?" Aunt ignored me for a long time, I thought: so high! I can hold this range! Just as I was thinking this way, my aunt said, "There are bigger ones! Don't worry! " "What? A bigger "aunt" deliberately stepped on the gas pedal and the pirate ship swayed for a long time. I screamed, and my heart was pounding as if I were going to jump out. I quietly opened my eyes. " Wow! "The whole playground is displayed in front of my eyes. It is really dazzling and beautiful! The shaking of "Ding Ding Dong" is getting smaller and smaller-the pirate ship finally stopped.

The pirate ship stopped. Although he had a good time, the one who dared to talk back to his mother was frightened.

It was getting late, so we left the playground and finally ate Jinling specialty snacks. I will definitely come to the playground next time!

That incident will never be forgotten by me. Last summer vacation, my good friend Qin Zhenyu, my mother and uncle and a group of adults drove to go on road trip, Qinghai.

Along the way, the car drove very fast, and we sang and laughed, which was very lively. I smiled and enjoyed the scenery on the roadside. Qinghai is really beautiful. There are grasslands on both sides of the road, and flocks of cattle and sheep can be seen everywhere. There are many birds flying in the sky that have never been seen before. The sky is blue and white clouds are floating like cotton candy.

The next day, a group of us set out for the prairie. When I arrived at the grassland, I saw, wow, what a big grassland. It can be hundreds of times bigger than the football field in our school ... Qin Zhenyu and I got off the bus and ran wildly on the grass, and the adults couldn't catch up with us. After a while, we both ran sweating. Running, I turned my head and saw that Qin Zhenyu was gone. I heard the sound of "ah". When I look carefully, Qin Zhenyu has a short leg and a long leg, so I can't move. It turned out that his foot had sunk into a hole in the ground, and I pulled his leg out. Suddenly, a furry field mouse came out of the hole and quickly got into another hole. Qin Zhenyu was so excited that he reached into the hole and tried to catch the mouse. Suddenly, he let out a cry and began to cry. As soon as I saw it, his hand was bitten by a mouse and he was still bleeding. Qin Zhenyu was very angry and shouted, "Kill the mouse! Kill that vole! " A group of us stamped on the ground, and the mouse didn't come out for a long time. We poured a lot of water into the hole again, and soon, the mouse staggered out of the hole. I quickly picked up a stick on the ground and knocked it like a mouse. The mouse did not move. I avenged my good friend and saved the grassland.

The whole journey was very enjoyable, and the experience of "beating mice" made me unforgettable. Of course, it also taught me a profound lesson: never touch the mouse with your hands!

That incident will never be forgotten by me. In our daily life, many things happen every day, and one of them makes me feel very unforgettable.

Once I had a fever, lying in bed and shouting to my mother, "Mom, I feel a little sick." My mother ran to me as fast as she could, touched my forehead and said, "Wow, it's so hot! I must have a fever. " Then my mother went to get cold towels and cold medicine. My mother went to get a glass of water, let me take medicine, then put a towel on my head, and then let me lie under the bed and wait for sweating.

I felt a little uncomfortable after getting up. I touched my head and it was still a little hot. Then I saw my mother cleaning, and then I shouted, "Mom, I still feel a little sick." My mother quickly brought a cold towel, a bowl of soup and cold medicine. After eating the soup, I began to take medicine, and then I lay down again. My mother put a cold towel on my head again. After I finished, my mother continued to clean.

I continued to sweat again. The more you sweat, the faster you will get better and help your mother faster. When I woke up, I found that I was all right. I watched my mother sweat profusely and thought that she had done a lot for me. I was deeply moved at that time and thought of helping my mother do more housework in the future.

Through the care of my fever mother, I think we should care for the people we love and should not squander their love for us at will. We should care for our parents, because there is only one parent!

That incident will never be forgotten by me. If you were a drop of water, would you moisten an inch of land? If you are a ray of light, do you illuminate a ray of darkness?

That winter, snowflakes were falling. Her thin figure appeared in the street, biting cold, her face flushed with cold ... I watched quietly outside the window and couldn't help thinking of the little match girl. She is a girl from a single-parent family and has lived with her mother since childhood. Born in a poor family, she is lonely, but she doesn't want to accept charity and sympathy from others. In the eyes of others, she is strange.

Around the tall buttonwood tree, a beautiful and flawless world is reflected there. She sat under the tree and whispered, "I don't know which direction the wind is blowing." It's too profound. I don't understand. "Xue Yan, let's have a game, shall we?" "Well, Confucius said, than what?" "To describe the snow. If you win, I'll give you these gloves. " Xue Yan said an ordinary and boring sentence: "Snow is beautiful and cold." "Hold the snow in your hand and it will turn into warm water. You won! Here. " I handed her my gloves and turned away for fear that she would refuse me. Confucius said! Xue Yan had tears in her eyes. "Thank you!" She clasped her gloves. In a flash, I understood: behind the thin figure, there was her humble self-esteem. Competing with her and letting her exchange prizes through her own efforts is not charity, but she deserves it. ...

The wind blew away the heart of blessing, and the rain blurred my vision. A few drops of glittering and translucent tears can't help sliding down. I will never forget that winter afternoon.

That incident will never be forgotten by me. My most unforgettable thing is my ninth birthday party. All my best friends came to my birthday party that day.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I looked up and shouted, "Wow, it's beautiful!" "The room is full of colorful balloons, with colored lights on the wall, and four striking characters' Happy Birthday' are written on it. A smiling little girl with beautiful petals is made in the middle of the dining table-that's what I am!

We enjoyed dinner happily and started the game time. We tore up famous brands and used birthday hats as cannons to attack each other. The partners are fighting, laughing and screaming. Playing and playing, the light suddenly went out, and we were too scared to act rashly, thinking it was a sudden power failure. At this moment, I suddenly heard everyone sing "Happy Birthday" together. The waiter aunt stepped on the cheerful song and slowly pushed the cart into the room. On the cart, it is my favorite strawberry cake. For a time, the flame of the candle on the cake lit us up and warmed my heart. Everyone gathered around the tram hand in hand. I was surrounded by everyone, listening to them sing "Happy Birthday" for me, and I was excited and moved. I calmed my excited heart, folded my hands, closed my eyes and made a big wish in my heart. I opened my eyes and invited my friends to help me blow out all the candles.

We work together to share the cake with everyone. Everyone's face was filled with happy smiles, and I ended my ninth birthday party with laughter.

This is my first birthday with everyone, and it is also an unforgettable birthday.

That incident will never be forgotten by me. Over the years, we have experienced many ups and downs. Some of these things make us happy; Some things make us sad; Some memories are fresh; Some have long been forgotten. There is one thing I will never forget.

It was a night in 2009, and it was raining in Mao Mao that night. I finished my homework and was admiring the book I just bought. At this moment, my mother, who had just washed my clothes, said to me. "Take out the books in your schoolbag and I'll help you wash your schoolbag." With that, my mother came to see me. I said to myself, it's over! It's over! It's really over! It turns out that I only got a countdown in the math exam today, with more than 70 points. I didn't dare to face this fact, so I buried the test paper deeply in the deepest part of my schoolbag and blushed and said to my mother, "I got more than 90 points in the exam, but the teacher didn't hand it out." My mother believed it. I just took a breath. I have to wash my schoolbag. Isn't this for my mother? Alas! If I hadn't done so badly in the previous exam, I wouldn't have hidden the test paper. I'm on tenterhooks all day, like a thief.

I'll take out the test paper later. As for whether my mother will see it, it's just an opportunity! I quietly hid the test paper behind the Chinese book and took it out with the Chinese book. One second, two seconds passed, great. Mom didn't find it. I quickly took out the other things in my schoolbag for my mother. But at the moment my mother left, my mother suddenly saw a corner of the test paper that I accidentally exposed. My mother asked me what it was and reached for the test paper, alas! My mother finally saw the test paper and suddenly realized that I had lied to her, and then my mother gave me a profound education. But it is far from the storm I expected. It seems that I have taken this matter too seriously.

This incident made me understand a truth: "The fear of danger is ten thousand times more terrible than the danger itself." But I hope this is the first and last time.

That incident will never be forgotten by me. 450 words 10 childhood memories are as dazzling as the stars in the night, countless. Among these dazzling stars, I will never forget the brightest one-it was my first time to go fishing.

That day, the weather was fine, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. Several uncles went fishing by the river and took me with them.

We came to a river. The river bank here is covered with green bamboo, and several old banyan trees stand quietly on the river, and cicadas sing happily on the trunk. The soil by the river is so fertile that we found a can of earthworms without much effort. I pulled a big earthworm into two pieces, hung one on a hook and threw it into the river. Ha ha! Now everything is ready, except the east wind, just wait patiently for the fish to bite.

After a while, an uncle's buoy sank and his fishing rod bent. My uncle skillfully put it in and took it out. When the fish was exhausted, he jerked it and pulled a big fish ashore. I stared at the buoy while watching with envy. Uncle took off the hook and put the fish in a bucket full of water. After a while, another uncle's fish also took the bait. I was so anxious that I said, "Fish is going to take the bait ..." Just when I was impatient, the buoy sank and I felt the fishing rod in my hand being pulled forward by a strong gravity. I took it in and out like an uncle, and then pulled it hard-hey! What a big fish! It has been struggling on the shore. My uncle envied the big fish as soon as he saw it. He helped me untie the hook and put the big fish in the fish basket. The fish kept jumping in the fish basket, as if to say, "Let me out quickly!" " "I look at the fruits of my labor and feel sweeter than drinking honey.

At sunset, the river was dyed blood red, and a dream rose was born in the bamboo forest. We caught three lively fish on our way home. This is really an interesting thing!

That incident will never be forgotten by me. In the process of growing up, many things will be forgotten with the passage of time, but there is one thing that makes me unforgettable and moved.

It was the Spring Festival one year, and my family went to Taiwan Province Province to travel together. Although Taiwan Province Province is located in the south of our country, it still feels cold. There are many magnificent and beautiful scenery there, such as the National Palace Museum and Alishan, but yehliu geopark impressed me the most.

Yehliu geopark's thousand-year-old weathered rocks, blue sea and colorful pebbles are really beautiful. The sea breeze blowing slightly on my face really makes me relaxed and happy. When I was playing hard against the sea breeze and chasing the waves, my father suddenly nagged: the temperature is low, my feet can't get wet, but I can't catch cold and don't play with water. My interest was interrupted like a broken rope, and my anger suddenly reached the limit, thinking: I am so flexible, the waves will definitely not run away from me. I took my father's words as the sea breeze drifting with the wind and continued to swim in the waves. However, people are not as good as heaven. Suddenly, a big wave came. Before I could hide, my feet were wet and my socks were wet, so I had to go ashore in frustration.

At lunch time, I sat on the dining table in wet socks, but I looked around and didn't see my father. When my mother and I walked out of the restaurant after dinner, I still didn't see my father. I thought to myself, Dad must have gone out to play alone. As soon as we got out of the restaurant, I saw my father panting and quickly took out a pair of new socks for me to wear. It turned out that my father was afraid that I would catch cold and get sick, so he didn't eat lunch by himself and went to a far-away tourist attraction to buy me new socks. In a flash, I hugged my father and blushed and said, I will definitely listen to you in the future.

Although I have been to many places and met many things, this incident has made me unforgettable for a long time, and it is hard to forget the "socks dad" who made me love and angry this time.

That incident will never be forgotten by me. Tonight, I looked at the cactus in the garden and remembered an unforgettable thing.

Probably when I was in a big kindergarten class, my hair was very long. When everyone saw me, they all said, "This boy's hair is black and long, and it needs to be cut." Because I don't like to cut my hair very much, it's creepy to hear the "buzzing" sound of a haircut razor, just like a monster crawling on my head. So every time I hear the words "cut my hair", it's like hearing a monster talking, running like hell without looking back.

One day, menstruation came to my house and brought a strange box. Its shape is square, and it is inlaid with a dragon. It is colorful and beautiful, which immediately aroused my curiosity. But when I opened the box with curiosity, I quickly took two steps back, because all the tools in the box were hairdressing tools. I was so scared that I couldn't help shouting. I ran to the room and prepared to close the door, but the door was easily pushed open by my mother. But I don't want to give in easily. I'm afraid I'll hide from my mother, but I still can't escape her "palm" in the end! I sat in the chair reluctantly. My aunt took out a razor and gently pushed it on my head. I burst into tears, and the crying spread all over the building. I've been crying. At this moment, I heard my father say to me, "Actually, it's not terrible to cut your hair. If you close your eyes and calm yourself down, you won't be afraid without thinking about anything. " I did what dad said, yeah! I feel that cutting my hair is really nothing to be afraid of.

From then on, I am no longer afraid of cutting my hair, not only not afraid, but also as a pleasure. Close your eyes every time you cut your hair, haha! How comfortable!

That incident will never be forgotten by me. 450 words 13 This summer vacation, my parents and I went to Chengdu for a few days. The beautiful scenery there is like pearls left by fairies. The mountains are kissing the sky high, the trees are green and tall like giants with umbrellas, and the water is as clear as a transparent mirror, which is very beautiful and unforgettable. However, what happened the night before we left was even more unforgettable.

That night, my mother was about to help me take a bath when she heard the crystal lamp creaking nervously overhead. We looked up and saw that the big crystal lamp was shaking all the time. The cup on the table wobbles like a drunk. "Is it an earthquake?" After that, my mother ran to open the door of the room and saw people talking about the earthquake and running downstairs in the corridor like flustered mice. At this time, my father definitely said, "There is an earthquake, so hurry downstairs." I followed my parents and rushed downstairs quickly. I don't know what an earthquake is. Looking at my parents' serious and nervous expressions, I knew it must be a bad thing. I'm a little scared.

There are already many people outside the hotel, noisy and twittering like a group of frightened birds. At this time, my mother took a long sigh of relief and said, "It is the Jiuzhaigou earthquake not far from us!" " ".We waited for a while before returning to our room. The crystal lamp in the room is still shaking from time to time. My mother said it was an aftershock. I feel horrible. I feel like a deer bumping around. I'm afraid the lights will go off and the building will collapse. I asked my mother, "Are you going to sleep in sneakers?" Mother asked, "Why?" I said "run". Mom smiled, touched my head and said, "You can sleep in peace. If there is a problem, dad will run with you. ".

That night, I heard the sound of ambulances and police cars, one after another, running and shouting all night, racing against time to save the injured. I silently wish them peace in my heart.

This happened on a pleasant trip to Chengdu. Although I was not in Jiuzhaigou at that time, I also felt the horror and ruthlessness of the earthquake and the warmth of mutual assistance. This is the most unforgettable experience.

That incident will never be forgotten by me. After a mid-term exam, the teacher announced the exam results: I got 95 points in Chinese and 97 points in math. I jumped three feet for joy. It's just that the teacher didn't hand out the papers in the classroom.

Walking on my way home, I thought: Mom will be very happy to hear this. How will she repay me? When I got home, I told my mother the good news. My mother's happy face suddenly became serious. She said, "What about the test paper? Let me see! " "The teacher didn't send it." I'll say it right away. Mom is dubious. At this time, she picked up the phone and called my teacher: "Hello, teacher. How many points did Chen Tingqi get in this exam?" The teacher said, "Chinese 8 1, math 85." I was suddenly confused and puzzled. I defended: "It wasn't the teacher who said it. I clearly heard the results announced by the teacher." Mom is very angry: "How can you cheat if your grades are not good?" Pick up a towel and smoke at me. Tears welled up in my eyes instantly. I am very wronged. Why doesn't my mother believe me? Don't listen to my explanation and hit me? Am I just a lying child in her eyes? The more I think about it, the sadder it gets.

The next day, the teacher called and said, "I'm sorry, Tingqi's mother, I made a mistake in my grades yesterday. His grades are: Chinese 95, math 97. " After listening to the teacher's words, mother's face was full of happy and sorry expressions. She rubbed the place where she hit me yesterday and said, "I'm sorry, son, my mother was wrong about you." My mother shouldn't have hit you. Does it still hurt? " Happiness comes too suddenly! The misunderstanding was finally clarified, and so was I. Mom finally believes that I am not a lying child.

It's been a long time, and I still can't forget it. Because through this incident, I understand that if I can study hard at ordinary times, my mother will not doubt my grades. I will be an honest and excellent child in my mother's eyes!

That incident will never be forgotten by me. I remember when I was in primary school, on my way home from school, I saw such a kind girl who sacrificed herself for others. Her petite figure still echoes in my mind from time to time, and it is hard to fade away.

She, with a tall ponytail, a round smiling face, bright eyes, a tall little nose and a cherry-like mouth, makes her more likable.

She is not tall and has strong feet. It is how an ordinary heart has a kind of love different from ordinary people. It rained that day. On my way home with my friends, I saw an old man with gray temples and a hunchback, struggling to walk in the heavy rain. The old man walks funny because he has a problem with his leg. I couldn't help laughing after reading it. I changed my left hand to take an umbrella, and my right hand pointed to the vicissitudes of the old man's back to show it to my friends next to me. My friends smiled faintly, quickened their pace and left me behind. The girl next to me also looked in the direction I pointed, with a trace of anger on her face. She glared at me and quickly stepped forward to hold the old man. After only a few words, the girl raised her umbrella over the old man's head. Because the umbrella was too small, she was not tall. The girl stood on tiptoe and tried to hit the old man on the head with the umbrella, but she was caught in a cold shower. I froze, remembering how boring I was just now. It was not until their backs turned invisible that I walked home guiltily. On the way home, the wind was unusually cold, which was the day I just arrived.

Now, whenever I recall that angry expression, that petite figure, I feel very guilty. That petite figure contains great positive energy!