Write a composition on a topic I have never forgotten.

1. Write a 600-word composition on the topic "You, I have never forgotten". I have never forgotten you.

Looking through our photos, I miss you. I have never forgotten you at that time.

We laughed sweetly that winter. Snowflakes fall and kiss our red cheeks. The snow is so gentle and warm that we fall into a happy hometown, as if all the beautiful snow scenes around us have become clouds. The whole small valley echoed with our immature laughter, breaking the loneliness in winter, and everything became full of vitality.

We had a naughty snowball fight. Snowballs flew from here to there and from there to here. With the flying of snowballs, we dodged and laughed happily. I accidentally fell down. The snow on the ground was so hard that my tears fell. I quickly closed my eyes in case you saw it. But when the wind blows, my wet eyelashes are covered with a thin layer of frost, so I can't open my eyes. I am anxious to call your name. Many years later, I still don't know why there was only you in my mind at that time. After a while, a warm and familiar smell came to my face. It was you. You grabbed my hand and asked me anxiously what was wrong. Little you can't take care of people yet, but you dragged warm gloves and melted the frost in your eyes with your hot little hands. Looking back now, I still have that feeling.

"We want to be together forever!" The ego made an oath at that moment.

That day, you said goodbye to me in tears and ran away without me. Like a warm wind, you only gave me a brief warmth, and then disappeared without a trace, as if you had never lived in the future. The snow hit my face mercilessly and coldly, and fell to the ground with tears. The wind is blowing, and my eyes are frozen again, but I am without you. I hope you can come back to me again and cover my eyes with frost.

Whenever my eyelashes are covered with frost, I always think of you, and I always feel sad. Who else will help me cover the frost? …

Please give me a favorable comment. Just a little effort.

Write a composition on the topic "I can't forget him (her)". I can't forget her. It was the last night of the year. As in previous years, our family sat around the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Suddenly, the stage darkened, all the lights were focused on a corner, and the announcer appeared in front of us with a deaf-mute host. I can't believe the last sentence she said: "Tonight we will enjoy the wonderful dance brought by a group of deaf-mute girls-Guanyin with a thousand hands."

What, deaf people can learn to dance? Just when I was wondering, the curtain opened.

What caught my attention was a group of young girls standing in a neat row, wearing carefully woven Phnom Penh underwear. The most striking thing is the girl headed by her. She stands quietly in the center of the stage with a calm smile on her head. Beautiful and peaceful music sounded, the patterns on the screen behind the stage changed, and finally a dark and deep night sky was displayed.

Elegant deaf-mute girls stretched out their hands with the rhythm. At first, they were just a dazzling golden bunch, and soon they became a dazzling bunch. The color began to change, and the lights sometimes appeared dark blue, as quiet and peaceful as the starry sky; Sometimes it presents a mysterious lavender light; Sometimes it turns into gorgeous and festive golden yellow. In the brilliant alternation, they kept shaking hands, and rows of golden fingers came and went like waves and danced like golden dragons.

Suddenly, with the light and soft piano sound, the background changed. Starting with the leading girl, she divided into several teams and danced to the sound of the piano. Every slender body moves lightly and transforms into various dances, just like soft and swaying flowers.

The most touching dance is the girl headed.

3. Write a composition on the topic of "Never forget" and never forget more than 600 words.

Level 7 | 1000 words or more | narration

Father came home with an abandoned baby in his arms. He named her Mao Xiaomei, and his name was Mao Xiaojun. He feels that with such a name, he can prove that he is a family. She is an unweaned baby and needs breast milk. Mother said, "Send whatever you get back." The honest father looked at him, and he picked her up and held her in his arms.

Winter in the north is very cold. He walked a long way behind her back and drank the milk of all the women who had just given birth in the village, so that people gradually began to avoid him and refused to open the door no matter how he shouted.

He decided to go to the back hill to steal milk. As a result, he was discovered. He ran over with all his strength, unscrewed the soy sauce bottle full of milk and poured the milk on his cotton-padded clothes. He was beaten to a bloody nose and took off his cotton-padded coat and held it in his arms. The milk on the cotton-padded clothes has been frozen, and he wants to put the cotton-padded clothes on the kang and bake them when he gets home. The ice melted and the milk was squeezed out. When he got home, he plunged into the ground, handed the cotton-padded jacket to his father, said "bake the milk out" and fainted.

When he woke up, his father said that the ice on the cotton coat had been baked, but the milk had infiltrated into the cotton and could not be squeezed out!

After a few years, something red will always come out of my nose. From then on, every time there was a nosebleed, he called her aside to watch. He clapped his hands and laughed and showed off to his neighbor's children. My brother can do tricks.

My little sister is in poor health and stumbles until she is 5 years old. In these five years, he forgot the fun of climbing mountains and going down rivers. The only thing he remembers is taking her to play, teaching her to write her name, and teaching her to draw the sun and the moon on paper. She quarreled with other children and was called a bastard. She stood up and said proudly, I have a brother who can juggle and be a big horse. Those children laughed at her. Your brother is not your own brother.

She cried, and she didn't understand why I couldn't be my own brother. After he knew it, he taught the child who quarreled with her a lesson and said to her seriously, remember, your brother is your own brother, otherwise how could you look so like him? Look at your chin and your brother's chin. There is a small mole called brother and sister mole.

She grows up day by day, but his back is a little hunched, not as straight as children of the same age. Mom complains that you always make your brother carry it. She pouted and walked away. She is used to her mother's indifference and her father's dullness. Only my brother is kind to her.

She didn't go to high school, and her parents said, go to the factory in the county to earn money. He firmly told his parents that Little Sister 10 was old and wanted to go to school. Mother said coldly that she had no money. He is very anxious. My little sister is very clever and will certainly learn well. I earn money for her to study.

He works in a cement factory in the county. Every month on the day of his salary, she goes to buy her a notebook, butterfly hair clips and other gifts. The rest of the money was given to his mother, part for her family and part for her study. But he has never changed his work clothes at home and his nose often bleeds. He ate the big cauldron of dry steamed bread in the factory, lost a whole circle, and his back became more hunched.

Every time he came back, she pestered him to talk about the new things in the county, but he stopped letting her see his nosebleeds. Last time she saw them, she cried and asked my brother why he always had a nosebleed. She has grown up and no longer believes in magic. She knows how to sympathize with her brother.

One day, two city people came home, her biological parents, and she refused to go back with them. She struggled to shout, brother, come and save me. When he came home, she had been taken back to the city. Her parents left 30 thousand, saying that they would give him alimony in installments in the future. He lost his temper in front of his parents for the first time and broke the bowl at home.

During that time, he was so thin that his eyes were red with tears. At this moment, his right hand was twisted into the treadmill because of work distraction, and it was all broken. He was sent home after receiving his pension from the factory.

Day 1: Loneliness on the Peninsula

Source: composition network

Please write a narrative on the topic "I have never forgotten my childhood". Childhood is like a dream, which makes me extremely happy. Childhood is like a bird flying in the blue sky, carefree and free. Childhood is like a rainbow in the sky, with five colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple, with different shapes, including my innocence and some.

I can't forget these wonderful past events. My childhood is like a dream in heaven! Colorful childhood often brings me happy laughter and infinite aftertaste, and I still laugh when I think of those things until now. Once my father called home and I received it. Father's voice came through the phone. I thought, how did my dad get into the phone? I had to save my father, so I picked up the phone and threw it on the ground. I thought I could save my father, but I dropped the phone and even my father ignored me and didn't save my father. So I sat on the ground and cried. At this moment, my mother pushed the door and walked up to me and said, "Baby, what's the matter?" "Dad ran to answer the phone."

I said vaguely. My mother laughed after hearing the cause and effect and told me the "secret" of the phone. I still want to laugh until now.

On another occasion, my father brought me a beautiful clay doll from Hainan. One day, I thought that the clay doll hadn't washed her face for many days, so I said to fetch water for the clay doll to wash her face. Just after washing for the first time, the slender eyebrows of the clay doll disappeared. I quickly washed the clay doll, and its face was stained. When you see something bad, take a handkerchief and wipe it. Who knows that it is even worse to wipe it, and the nose of the clay doll is even worse. I will never forget the happiness of my childhood. I had a colorful dream when I was a child, which made me very happy! This is a dream in heaven.

I have never forgotten my composition and my parents' 600 words in my heart.

The father takes care of the children with the deep affection and tolerance of the mountains, shoulders the heavy responsibility of the family with the solid arms like mountains, and holds up a blue sky for his lover and children. He silently bears the weight of life and stubbornly struggles with fate. He did everything for his family without regrets, even at the expense of his youth and health, giving up his personal hobbies and working hard in the fields and jobs. He sticks to his beliefs and tells children how to learn to be strong and wise, keep making progress and improve themselves with actions.

A mother's care for her children is like water and tender. They don't remember the return and infect their children with the elasticity of water. In order to let the family eat delicious food, put on clean clothes, and study and live in a warm and tidy environment between the unit and the market and the family every day. They shoulder the heavy responsibility of society and family, work hard, manage the family diligently, and convey truth, goodness and beauty to children with wordless efforts, so that children know how to respect and love themselves.

When I suddenly look back one day, I am surprised to find that my father, the mountain in my heart, is no longer on the scale, but when my mother's tenderness becomes rough and fuzzy, you are also my father and mother. At this time, I thank my parents for giving us life and care, and letting us know how to guide future generations and be grateful.

Parents who used to shelter themselves from the wind and rain have become old and weak. Looking at their aging faces and declining bodies, their hearts are filled with infinite sadness and a lot of guilt. They used to be very stingy with their parents, and they didn't even give a phone greeting every Father's Day and Mother's Day.

On Mother's Day this year, I finally remembered the blessing of sending a phone call to my mother who was far away from home, which made her happy for many days. Remember to call mom and dad often, so that this mountain and water can spend their old age safely under the care of their daughters.

My father is like a mountain, my mother is like water, and my parents are kind and unforgettable!

6. Write a composition on the topic "I can't forget him (her)". I can't forget her. She will always be my good friend.

We go to school together, study together, play together and talk together in kindergarten. She and I will always be best friends. I regard her as my good sister. When I am sad, I will talk to her. She analyzed for me and brought me back to happiness.

Once, when we were cleaning in primary school, we suddenly found an obvious footprint where a classmate had just wiped it. Teachers and classmates are looking for who did it. Some students looked at me for a long time and said that I would pass after he wiped it. It must be me. I am sad. Why did you say it was me? Just because I passed by, my good friend came over. I thought she didn't believe me either. Unexpectedly, she said to me, "I believe it's not you." I will find that person with you. Remember to believe in yourself at all times, otherwise it is impossible to clarify for yourself. " "But they all say it's me. What should I do? "

I got the support of my friends, but I still couldn't help clarifying myself. "Let's work together and find a way together."

Finally, we found that person, and those students who misunderstood me also apologized to me. My good friend dragged me out to play. My good friend is optimistic. He not only always helps me, but also helps people in trouble.

I still remember that time when we went home to cross the street together, a blind uncle was exploring the road with crutches. She immediately stepped forward to help the blind uncle cross the road. Where the disaster happened, she launched a charity activity. She donated her usual pocket money and some books. My good friend, I will never forget you. You will always be my best friend and sister.

Can't forget her, her face, her back; I can't forget her, she is lively, optimistic, kind and upright; Can't forget her, can't forget her words, can't forget her smile; I can't forget her-I will always remember her words, her appearance and her-forever.

7. I never forget to write a composition. I never forget to write only the beginning and the end. I can write quickly at home and at school.

Walking in the confused May day, everything is illusory, everything seems deja vu, everything is almost forgotten, leaving only an eternal belief. ...

On May 1 this year, I went to my grandmother's house. It is no longer a small house made of bricks and tiles, nor a place where bright Xia Hong and sunset shine, but a five-story high-rise building, high in cement and ceramic tiles, under a smoky gray-black sky. It's like walking a maze after going in. I kept running up until the silver iron gate on the fourth floor. Reluctantly, I picked up the key, hurriedly opened and closed it, and ran to the top floor. The tiles on the stairs were so slippery that I almost fell ... After many twists and turns, I finally came to the top of the building-the fifth floor. Continue to walk along the colorful walls and see a red sofa. Cousins are on the sofa. They are playing cards. At that time, I was confused and ignorant. I wanted to see my cousin's cards, so I went up to see the cards in my nearest cousin's hand. Unexpectedly, there is nothing to say after reading it-seven spades, GREAT GHOST, imp, five spades, two spades! (Wuhua's play is called "Seven Ghosts, Five, Two, Three". She took the top five cards. ) I was shocked at that time and thought she was so lucky. ...

I watched them play so hard and said, "I want to play, too." Say that finish, they immediately said with one voice: "Good!" I am very excited. Maybe I haven't played for a long time. I quickly picked up my deck of cards and prepared to deal. I had just finished playing a red card when there was a scary voice-"dinner!" Come downstairs for dinner. " My aunt shouted.

Hearing this, my cousin and I turned pale, took the cards and prepared to go downstairs and wash our hands after dinner. But my cousin rolled her eyes a few times, smiled, took all the cards in our hands, said, "I'll keep them," and rushed downstairs to wash my hands after dinner.

For us, eating is a small matter, which can be done three times, five times and twice, for two or three minutes at most, but there are many things happening in these few minutes.

After going downstairs to wash your hands, there is only one seat left at the tall big table. Because it is my cousin's house, his father let him sit in that unique position. My cousin and I finally ate on the spacious coffee table, which is the beginning of a story. Then I took the bowl of rice and went directly to the big table to put the rice in the bowl, and then I went back to the gray-red coffee table to eat. I sat on the sofa next to the coffee table and wolfed it down. Suddenly, a harsh voice came. It was my cousin's voice. She whispered and suddenly said, "Look". After listening, I turned my eyes to my cousin and carefully observed her every move. Watching, she suddenly picked up the card, took out the biggest five cards from her pocket and put them on the top. I was stunned, but at that time, I was deeply affected by the cigar smoke, and my heart was "inlaid" with cement and tiles. I can't say anything but think silently. ...

After thinking for a while, there was no chance to go back on our word-my cousin and I all finished eating, and the gambling started. I put down the worthless, conscience to gamble! When dealing cards, my cousin gives it to herself first, then me and my cousin. After the cards were dealt, my cousin couldn't play them for dozens of times in a row. Until the last moment, my cousin thought her cards were poor and saidno. As soon as my cousin finished, she jumped up happily and picked up the cards and said, "Straight flush! I won! Ha ha ~ ". At that time, my cousin and I were both depressed, but our depression was different. I've thought about it for a long time, but I can't betray the glorious Xia Hong and the place where the sunset shines. Finally, I looked at my cousin who was too excited to control himself and shouted, "We cheated. Don't try to deceive people." At the same time, I cried with my cousin. ...

At that time, I ran to the balcony of the roof, looked at the last dusk, and shouted at the place where there was bright Xia Hong and sunset seven years ago: I never forgot until the last sunset flew in front of my eyes. ...

In the dark, walking in the confused Mayday, some are vanity, some are deja vu, some are almost forgotten, but the only one, on this Mayday, is an eternal belief-never forget!

8. Write a composition with the theme of "Never forget-",and the style is not limited to "that sentence". As soon as the scene came out, I saw that it was getting late and the wind was strong, so I stepped up. Suddenly, not far from the community, I saw an old woman fall, and there was no one around, so I ran away.

When I got to grandma, I tried my best to help her up. Grandma touched my head with her rough hands and said, "thank you, little friend." You are really a good boy. " I said, "You're welcome, Grandma. Tell me how you fell. " "Just now, I stepped on a banana peel." "Oh, then you should be careful in the future! It's getting late, please come back soon. 〞

What is "caring for others and being happy with yourself"? I finally experienced it myself today. Looking at grandma's distant back, I have thrown that shameful thing to the horizon. Although I walk alone on the dark road, I feel warm and bright everywhere.

9. Composition, never forget, never forget.

When I first started working, there was always a big bag of Ge Fen at home. Mom said that Ge Fen is a natural nutrient, which can clear away heat and detoxify. You should remember to eat some every day. I didn't like this kind of brewing at that time. I think it is too much trouble. First, I must mix it with a small amount of cold water, and then I brew it with boiling water. Without sugar, it is simply tasteless. Ge Fen at home is often put aside by me, and is always discarded by me when it finally expires.

When my mother was ill, she couldn't eat like ordinary people. She can only eat some Ge Fen lotus root starch every day. Every day, brewing has become my daily work. From the beginning to the last, my mother was there to guide me. When I put the prepared paste into my mother's mouth, my mother is as sweet as a piece of candy. However, when my brewing technology became more and more skilled, my mother couldn't even get into this liquid food. Mother is getting thinner and thinner, her face is sallow, and she is too ill to speak any more. When I became Ge Fen and sat by her bed, she ate and talked and looked at me kindly. Mother was tortured by illness all night when she died. Her body is shaking. In order not to affect her father who had been tired for a long time in the other room, she just stood up and didn't let herself make any louder noise. I touched her gently with tears in my eyes. The next morning, my brother came and my mother's eyes lit up. Mother's mouth moved, and my brother leaned over her mouth, listening and nodding. My mother believes in Christianity and my brother plays hymns. We put our hands together, and in the silence of the hymn, my mother closed her eyes peacefully ... Now, my mother's peaceful appearance often appears in my dreams. I know mom doesn't need us to miss her in tears, but she is willing to accompany us in our smiles.

It's just a short separation, just the separation of two spaces, and eventually we will always be together. Never need to think, always there, the most beloved person in my life. In the early morning of a certain day, in the evening of a certain day, I will carefully soak a cup of Ge Fen and feel a warmth and a fragrance in the rising heat. ...