Suddenly look back at the composition

In our daily study, work or life, everyone inevitably touches or uses writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my composition "Looking Back Suddenly" for your reference only. Let's take a look together.

Looking back at the composition 1 suddenly, the pace of growth has been left in the long river of memory; Looking back suddenly, people and things in growth are drifting away from us; Looking back suddenly, we are getting farther and farther away from childhood.

It warms my heart a little when I think of those things. Footprints of growth and beautiful memories are frozen and stored in my mind. When we were young, we loved to play and were unrestrained; In primary school, we still love everything, but we can't let go of learning; Now we should bury everything and study hard. I still remember that every exam in primary school is a brand-new experience and a brand-new expectation. I remember when I was in the sixth grade, we were all working hard to meet a bright future with our teachers and classmates. We separated, that is, the day before we entered the examination room, the teacher told us the exam rules, and the teacher shed tears, and we also shed tears. In these tears, we came to junior high school. Every exam in junior high school is very touching. The footprints of growth have gone all the way, leaving footprints all the way, as well as our memories.

Life is like this, everyone is growing, and everyone's mind is slowly growing. Looking at those footprints in the past, we understand that the process of growth is long, and everyone needs to work hard to blossom a brilliant flower of life. We stopped here, but time never stopped, like a raging river, flowing in the gap of time. It is often many traces left by the past that remind us of the passage of life again and again.

Growth, let us know more, let us work hard on the road of life, let us understand that time is in a hurry, seize the day, and strive to fly forward, no matter how tired, the light after darkness is beautiful.

Postscript: Looking back suddenly, life seems like a dream, and after waking up, everything turns into nothingness. What is the difference between success and failure? Cover your sleeves and smile. Never? Fight for the future, fight!

Suddenly look back at composition 2 Time flies, you have left; When I turned around, you had already left.

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I was very young at that time, about five or six years old. I don't understand the ups and downs in the world, but I am naughty and even play with you. I don't understand. I just thought it was funny. I don't know if I have broken your heart again and again.

What you love most is that small garden, which you take care of every day. You are very careful, so those flowers are beautiful. Every time someone praises you for your beautiful flowers, your wrinkled face is full of sunshine.

I forbid you to go to sell flowers that day. You said, "good boy, I can't buy you food until I sell flowers!" I'll come back when I'm sold out and buy you your favorite toy, okay? "

"No, I won't, you are not allowed to go! If you leave, I'll pull out your flowers and see what you can sell in the future! ! "I stubbornly said that I ignored your words.

Dad, you slapped me in the face! You spoil me too much. Whenever my mother hits me, you always persuade me again and again, saying, "It's normal for children to make mistakes. She didn't mean to make you angry, so please forgive her! " "Mom listened to you, don't hit me. Now you hit me! Later, I learned that you regard flowers as your life and don't like everything that others say or do that hurts flowers, and I am no exception. You turned your head and left, but I felt that you were heartless and left me crying alone.

When you came back, there were no flowers in the garden. I picked them all. I had already disappeared.

Now, when I want to say sorry to you, there is no chance. Grandma, I know that everything I did at that time broke your heart. Now, I want to confess, but it's too late.

If looking back suddenly will only be a sad memory, then I will never look back.

Suddenly looking back at composition 3, some people appeared in their lives and then disappeared.

The others stayed for a long time and then disappeared.

-Inscription (South August)

We can't let go of the past I will often think of the past, look at my past from an external perspective, and then be silent. What we once thought would never be forgotten was forgotten by us in the process of memory. Now it seems that those so-called forever, in fact, that's all. Thinking of those people who think important, such as childhood playmates, we made a promise to be friends forever, but time still made us forget everything. Those beautiful vows can only be fixed in that beautiful summer more than ten years ago. At this moment, I think I have to say, time is real? Can change everything. Looking back suddenly, after more than ten years, what we can't choose is growth. Perhaps, for us, this means stress, fatigue and responsibility. The transformation from cocoon to butterfly gives us wings, and everyone needs to experience bitter tears. Even if we have no choice but to try our best to keep time, we really don't have enough spare capacity. In the blink of an eye, I have grown a lot. I can't lie on the grass to breathe the fresh air, feel the flowers and listen to the birds as before. That idea seems to me now. That is an unrealistic poetry, and I no longer think about when I can fly freely like a bird. It was just a beautiful fantasy, just a naive and absurd wish when I was young. The past is the past, don't think about it, you can't go back anyway. For the future, it is still brand new. I hope we can spend every day happily in the future. ...

Looking back suddenly, it turns out that we have grown up!

Today, I suddenly look back at composition 4. If there is a spotlight, I really hope I can take that warm scene …

On the way to school, there are raindrops in the sky and the surrounding scenery is obscured by dark clouds. At this time, raindrops fell mercilessly on my head. As time goes by, a stream of water has been flowing from the tip of my hair to my toes. In this rain, I long for an umbrella, which can block the wind and rain and give me warmth.

Finally, the opportunity came. I saw my classmate in the hazy rain and had the cheek to rub around under his umbrella. "Classmate, it's raining so hard today, can I borrow your umbrella?" However, after waiting for a long time, I only waited for a cold sentence: "Sorry, this umbrella is too small."

For a moment, tears stuck in my eyes, in my heart, as painful as instant lead. But the rain in the sky didn't stop at all, but it was getting bigger and bigger, and I couldn't help speeding up.

Suddenly, the rain stopped. I looked back and saw only a white hand holding an umbrella. Looking up is the familiar smile and deep wrinkles, but at this time, it has merged into a kind smile. In contrast, I feel as if the rain has stopped and everything is still, because the Chinese teacher in my class is standing behind me. Suddenly, I don't know what to say-at this time, there are thousands of words of thanks stuck in my throat. After walking for a long time, the teacher said, "Stay close to the center and don't get wet again."

This seems to be a casual move. If there is a spotlight, this scene must be filmed. When the clothes are dry and wet, the water is gone, but I will never forget the kindness of the teacher.

Suddenly looking back at composition five, I found that the past has become a cloud, and only my mother's figure is still like a beam of light, illuminating all the roads I have traveled. She gave me endless nectar with her silent love, nourishing my body and mind.

The third year, for me, was painful and happy. That year, I was still a day student and didn't go home until I finished my evening self-study. When I walked all the way through the empty night and walked into the community, I suddenly felt very calm and practical when I saw the lights in the kitchen on. I know that no matter how late it is, she is waiting for me.

When the light goes out, the light in my room is always on in the empty night, and I am writing at my desk under the light ... I can't remember how many nights I fell asleep at my desk that year. Often my mother always sleeps with me, and then tells me this with a smile the next day. In those days, every night, my mother would come in and get me something to eat and drink, and then she would say something to me, and then she would quietly close the door, while I continued to study hard with warm midnight snack and concern.

I was so busy these days that I never cared about the love and warmth revealed bit by bit. Sitting in the classroom of senior one now, I always miss the past. When I first came back, I realized what my mother had done, but I paid little attention to her and felt guilty when I was moved. I understand why the light through the window makes my nervous heart feel calm and practical, because it is my mother's love, and she is waiting for me in a dimly lit place. Caring for me and illuminating me, I realized that when I fell asleep at my desk under the midnight light, my mother was always by my side, in the darkest place in the room. She gave me a gentle look, settled me down and left quietly.

When my world is illuminated by light, my mother silently waits for me in that dimly lit place, accompanying me, caring for me, giving me firm steps and an upward heart forever.

Looking back at your decaying body suddenly is the melancholy when I look back suddenly. -inscription

I don't like my grandfather.

I lived with my parents since I was a child, and my twin brother, who was born at the same time, lived with my grandparents who were a little richer at that time. During that time, I was only sensible, but I seemed to understand the gap between my brother and me in my grandparents' hearts.

Grandpa seems to like his brother better, doesn't he?

I remember when I was a child, I was always silent when I walked with my grandfather. Grandpa's footsteps are big and he walks fast. His strong body exudes a dark luster, and his slightly white hair stands neatly on his scalp. I took a few steps and ran a few steps before I could barely keep up with my grandfather.

The day before yesterday was grandpa's seventieth birthday.

As soon as school was over at noon, my brother and I went to the hotel we had arranged to celebrate grandpa's birthday. As soon as I arrived at the hotel, I saw my grandfather standing at the door. Grandpa laughed at once when he saw us, and the wrinkles twisted together.

After dinner, grandpa and I walked home alone without saying a word. Silent with each other, I remembered the road I walked with my grandfather when I was a child.

"Go slowly, Nell." Grandpa called me. I don't know when grandpa has fallen far behind me.

Grandpa's originally strong body has declined, and his gray hair is sparse. The original striding meteor has also become a tiny step when walking.

Grandpa caught up with me when I was in a daze, as if complaining discontentedly about why I walked so fast. My eyes were filled with tears in an instant, so I quickly turned my head and wiped it quietly while Grandpa was not paying attention. Recalling grandpa's smile is a sad feeling.

Grandpa, at this point, I finally understand you When I suddenly look back, your decaying body is my eternal melancholy.

Looking back at composition 7 suddenly, I know that everything is impossible, but I have to pretend. This is our youth in Grade Two. We always try to be brave in front of others and feel sad in our hearts. No one knows how you feel, so don't expect others to forgive you too much. However, you still want a warmth and an arm. What can you do? Time will pass quickly. And you, have long lost the frivolous when you were young.

Then, you need to grow. No, you need to grow. You don't have the privilege of being willful and coquettish in front of your parents. You should work hard on what you like, because you have no reason to call your parents. Just when you miss your youth, you are old; Just when you think you need to work hard, you are old; Just when you think you need a home, you are old; Just when you feel the need to be silent, you are old. Yes, your old place. Maybe you will look down on my point of view; You may think my point of view is naive, but I think life is like this.

I haven't been in love for ten years, but I am psychologically earlier than others and have ideas that others should not have at this age. Yes, sometimes I feel so boastful. They all say I'm fifteen. Eighty hearts. He also said that I feel that many "young" sports that climb up and down on the ground are no longer suitable for me. I'm old and not suitable.

Miss the past, miss primary school. But ..... I can't go back. It's the middle of winter and the cold, and the days pass quickly. I feel so weak now. After half a year, we are about to face the big exam. Feel the fork in the road of fate, but nothing can be saved. We can only evaluate the subjective efforts that determine our future, without any objective influence. Suddenly looking back, I was already in the dim light. You don't have to show up, and I don't have to miss you. Thank you, youth, for warming my life.

Suddenly look back at the countdown board on the wall of composition 8, and turn from 365 to 200. My heart can't help trembling. In a blink of an eye, the years of senior three slip through your fingers, and there is no interest. We will also be scattered in the summer wind.

Before entering the third year of high school, I had some longing for the third year of high school mixed with fear. After the third year of high school, the deepest feelings have become "time flies", "the sun flies" and "parting is close at hand".

I remember the impassioned speech at the swearing-in meeting of senior three, when I longed for my dream. Along the way, I have a successful smile and a sad failure. Disappointed again and again, after falling down and crying, we still have to smile and fight with the boys and girls who are chasing dreams. 、

Someone told me that the college entrance examination is unknown, and all the successes and failures before the college entrance examination cannot represent the college entrance examination. What we can do is to enrich the process and make ourselves not lonely. Only through hard work can we see the beautiful rainbow. Start your journey with the warmth of insects and birds singing every day. Occasionally tell jokes with my deskmate, occasionally listen to "We are all good children", and occasionally look at the new green leaves outside the window. Senior three is not just tired.

Looking back suddenly, the laughter and tears of life. With friends, we also have the courage to face them and never give up.

I remember sitting on the playground, being blown by the cold wind, remembering the shoulder that Ling gave her to lean on, remembering the little note that gave her strength, and remembering the short message "Come on, I believe in you". Every sentence is engraved in my heart and I don't want to forget it. I remember those pictures that have passed through the third year of high school, which constitute the most beautiful memories in my heart.

I hide in spring, and I don't want to leave.

I hid in the sunny school road and couldn't bear to give up the thoughts of spring.

I'm hiding in the treasure with my fingers locked, and I have something on my mind.

Looking back suddenly, the last autumn, winter, spring and summer of high school, with dreams and parting, we walked away together!

Suddenly looking back at composition 9, I can't see or catch it; Can't hear, can't touch.

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The rings of the years have deepened relentlessly, taking away the temporary happiness; The pace of time lengthens coldly, taking away distant thoughts.

Looking back suddenly, the process of growing up is varied.

Looking back suddenly, the road to growth is endless.

Like ripples on a clear spring; Like white clouds floating in the blue sky; Like a raging grass in Yuan Ye. From small to large, the unforgettable melody rippled in my heart, like a lingering sound, three days like a day. Forcing me from an ignorant and naive child to a mature and determined girl. Far away, close at hand, out of reach but within reach.

From childhood to adulthood, with longing and nostalgia, I pursued and wandered silently through the sun and the moon, through the four seasons, through the expectations of relatives and friends, teachers and classmates.

At this time-

The sun said, "when you grow taller, you must learn to be an adult!" " "

Dashan said, "When you grow up, learn to share your worries for others!" " "

The tree said, "You have learned a lot. You should practice in the society! " "

Really? It turns out that the end of growth is growing up, and the consequence of growing up is responsibility. Behind the responsibility is responsibility, and the ultimate responsibility is maturity.

What a short and long process this is!

What a boring and wonderful course this is!

It condenses too much, but stays together; It carries too much, but it is relieved; It has experienced too much, but it will never change ... it is not enough. How can I interpret growth-it makes me sad and moved.

Wandering under the stars, I don't know why, and I feel melancholy. Maybe it's because you can't see the moon! It turns out that the stars, like me, left the shelter of "adults" and propped up a sky with only one hand. Although their light is far less than the present moon, it is extremely great to try to release their light in unknown places and illuminate the way forward for night walkers. Growth has also turned them into "little adults" and made me a "little adult".

Looking back suddenly, the years of growth last forever.

Looking back suddenly, I have mixed feelings about growth.

The third day: the maple tree died, and it was still zero.

Suddenly looking back at the composition 10, the countdown card on the wall was changed from 365 to 200. My heart can't help trembling. In a flash, my senior year slipped through my fingers, and I lost interest. We will also spread out in the Xia Feng.

Before entering the third year of high school, I had some longing for high school, but it was also mixed with fear. After the third year of senior high school, I was most impressed by Time flies, the sun and the moon flies, and I'm leaving soon.

I remember the passion of entering the swearing-in meeting of senior three and my dream at that time. Along the way, there are laughter of success and sadness of failure. Again and again, after falling down and crying, you still have to fight with boys and girls who are chasing dreams with a smile.

Someone told me that the college entrance examination is unknown, and all the success or failure before the college entrance examination cannot represent the college entrance examination. What we can do is to enrich the process and make ourselves not lonely. Only through hard work can we see the beautiful rainbow. Start your journey with the warmth of insects and birds every day. Occasionally tell jokes with my deskmate, occasionally listen to "We are all good children", and occasionally look at the newly grown green leaves outside the window. Senior three is not just tired.

Looking back suddenly, the laughter and tears of life. With friends, we also have the courage to face them and never give up.

Remember to sit on the playground and make a fortune by the cold wind, remember Ling leaning on her shoulder, remember the little note that gave her strength, remember the short message "Come on, I believe you", and every word is engraved in my heart. I still remember those pictures that walked through the third year of high school, which constituted the most beautiful memories in my heart.

I hide in spring and don't want to leave.

I hid on the sunny school road and didn't want to give up my thoughts about spring.

I'm hiding in the treasure of my fingers, and I have something on my mind.

Looking back suddenly, the last autumn, winter, spring and summer of high school, with dreams and parting, we left together!

Looking back at the composition 1 1 suddenly, I have a wonderful childhood memory, but my painting style changed suddenly when I grew up. Looking back suddenly will make people shed tears of nostalgia.

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In the silent night, the breeze blew through the window screen slightly, carrying a hot air. I lay in bed staring at the clock and listening to the ticking sound of the clock, which also means that time is slipping away quietly.

Suddenly, the word friend flashed through my mind, and then my childhood came to my mind, showing my past with her. When I was a child, she ran to my seat after class; This is her only comfort when I cry; But after we caused trouble, she ran away together ... when she was a child, she was naive, lovely and flawless. The friendship left in my mind is also extremely beautiful.

But we quarreled the day before yesterday, and no one would give in. I wonder if we are still friends. My eyes are getting dull. Somehow, when I opened my eyes, it was already dawn, and I already thought about what to do today.

On the way to school, the leaves fall rustling. After taking a deep breath, I called her out She walked over with a straight face as if she were still angry with me. I was a little embarrassed to speak, but after hesitating for a few seconds, I spoke first

"Do you know that you have changed? Think about you before ... "When I spoke my mind, she lowered her head and occasionally saw her wipe a few tears. When I saw this scene, my nose ached and tears welled up in my eyes. Maybe this is the power of friendship!

I couldn't help it after all, and I was in tears. But when the first tear fell, I really understood that friendship is actually very simple. It doesn't need any fate, just put a coat of love on the shoulders of that friendship.

Looking back suddenly, I found that the power of friendship is so great.

"Qu Niu, come on, let's play!"

"Ok, coming right away!"

It was another bell ringing, but this time the recess turned back to childhood, and the hearts of the two girls came together again.

Looking back at the composition 12 suddenly, I can't imagine a person suddenly waking up one day. How sad it is to find that everything in the past and everything in the present is not what I want, but how helpless it is to find that nothing can be changed.

To be honest, I really don't know how I spent these ten years, but I'm really confused. Suddenly grown up, but everything here is so strange. That involuntary strangeness makes me very uneasy. This has never happened before, but why? ...

They always say that dolls will grow up slowly, but suddenly they won't. They didn't say. Growing up is so naive and so difficult. That kind of pain I don't want to grow up, but my words don't count.

I used to yearn for that kind of growth, but it was so different. It's ugly. The result is so disappointing.

Growing up suddenly will always catch you off guard, just like when you find yourself winning the 5 million prize, but the lottery ticket was smashed by the washing machine. You start to feel helpless, complain and run away. Keep telling yourself that all this is just an illusion, but people around you remind you to accept the reality again and again. Although the reality is cruel.

Sudden maturity makes you be called hypocritical by others, but what can you say? Numbly playing boring games that used to be fun, now I feel naive, living a boring life with some boring people, and being bored with games. It's not boring to watch all this.

Finally, you become a boring person, doing nothing all day. I have no idea where it is. You finally find that growing up is boring, but you still grow up in boredom. You can't change anything.

But there is one thing you don't like to do, and that is boredom.

Suddenly looking back at the composition 13, I quietly knocked these words down in the room. ...

It's raining outside the window, so I don't have time to touch the beads outside. There is a kind of sadness in my heart, and I really want to say goodbye to it, but the pain I can't hide inside makes my tears unconsciously wet my cheeks.

Without looking back, we feel that our growth is like a wind without any trace, passing by us without telling us.

Looking back at the road I have traveled, I found that the pace I have traveled is so dazzling. Looking back on the days we have experienced, we find that there are too many flavors worth remembering. The restless heart of youth was once moved by the rising sun. In the flowers of life, look for the first rose in the morning glow; In the ocean of life, to pick up the most beautiful shells ... However, too much helplessness and too many bumps shattered the charming dream. When I opened my excited eyes, I was suddenly knocked down by unexpected disappointment.

I used to be intoxicated in the gauze-like mist, thinking that everything in the future would be romantic and hazy, and vigorous youth would grow into handsome fire tree honeysuckle. However, the years have only thrown me a cracked land.

I began to sigh. I feel that life is heavy and youth is hopeless. I sigh that the dream in the blue sky no longer belongs to me. The pink rose in the flower no longer belongs to me; The colorful morning sun no longer belongs to me; I feel empty, bored and miserable, and my life is dull, monotonous and tasteless.

The bitter time has turned into a desert with yellow sand all over the sky, everything is so hazy, so far away ... everything has vaguely entered the dormant period.

At the crossroads, I don't know what to do, just like I can't tell the east, west, north and south at the crossroads ... I have been sitting for a long time, becoming a fossil of the forest, and the time of sitting is eternal! Sitting on the stone steps, just thinking and reading.

Time has passed through 15 years in a complex dream. Looking back 15 years, the footprints left by myself are deep and shallow. How many joys and sorrows, how many joys and sorrows ... look up at the sky and let two streams flow on young faces. Is it rain? Tears.

Suddenly looking back at the composition 14, the green lady is leisurely in her heart.

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All the way, all the way, quietly, I know-breathe the composition, with that truth, that purity, always in my heart.

In the light and shadow, mottled flash; Time is confusing. That year, a group of strangers gathered here to talk about strange ideas. That year, people's emotions, joys and sorrows, were gradually mature. That year, that month, that day, I have put it down.

Once upon a time, knowing was the best. Life is like a play, and meeting is fate. You and me? How about Zhuangzi and fish? Me and you? Didn't you say like pony and Bole?

There is silence outside the window, and dead branches and rotten leaves weave love and heart. Look at the tree that branches in spring and sprouts in winter, not only like you and me, but also like hope. The morning sun shines high and the autumn rain is oblique. You and I are both favorites. May you and I be treated gently.

That year was so profound that you and I both became attached to it. Autumn shines deep in autumn rain, and autumn is oblique after rain. That year, when I was young, I learned and understood from it. This is the most precious thing. Although life is "a long way to go", you have taught me what "I will search up and down". This is by no means the "spirit of Ah Q", but it is vivid and lingering.

That year, suddenly looking back, everything was so sincere, light and shadow, shadow; Laughter, crying and sound echoed.

Your smile is as beautiful as April, but better. How could you forget? Your nap is more charming than a dream, like a dream of ink painting, lingering. In the light and shadow, in the years, mottled saw you say, "You have gone far, flew away, and we went back the same way."

That year, between waves, looking back. ...

Suddenly looking back at the composition 15, I once did such a test in Chinese class: I washed out the most important thing in life through repeated choices. I remember laughing. It turns out that Chinese books can also cultivate sentiment in different ways. On second thought, life is just a colorful cycle surrounded by floating clouds. Seemingly prosperous, but also in the bustling stretch out an invisible hand, step by step to take away the pearl in your heart, take you to the cliff. This is a predictable and inevitable law.

In the crowd, I searched for her again and again in vain. When I suddenly turned my head, I found her there, dimly lit. Now the lamp is still there, but when I look back, what it exists is still there? Often the prosperity of the floating world has covered my eyes, full of fire, but the original dream has disappeared. It is not easy to live a stable life in this world, but I believe that everyone once had one or more wishes to realize. Just traveling through commercial times, those simple and beautiful classics that can't stand the years are finally shelved and gradually forgotten.

At this point, breaking the rules has become the Berlin Wall between us and the future. Maybe we should measure from time to time where the heavy feeling in our hearts comes from. Family friendship or material needs, power temptation? Sincere, true, sincere, sincere! If life changes us, we should go upstream and always keep the softest part of our heart to protect it from being washed away by the flood and losing our lives.

Looking back suddenly, I hope that our waiting is not the emptiness behind us. Wash away the dust of the soul, fade away the prosperity of the world, leaving only a few waves that can touch the heartstrings most, shining in situ, indicating the initial persistence of life.