Sad memories composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has tried to write essays. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. Do you know how to write a good essay? The following is a sad memory composition I compiled for you, I hope it can help you. Sad Memories Composition 1

Looking at the empty birdcage, tears still kept rolling in my eyes. I really wish I could be like a magician, with just a tap of my fingers. My dear white bird appeared in front of me, but I tried many times and failed every time. I recalled that a few months ago, my white bird, Aqiu, was still singing happily...

That day, I got up early as usual, read as usual, and walked around the house with brisk steps as usual, but I didn’t notice at all: Aqiu didn’t sing today. I thought I was smart and thought it was still sleeping. At noon, I realized that Aqiu was very lackluster today. I called my mother. I was so anxious that I told her that Aqiu would not sing or eat today. My mother calmly comforted me and told me that if I go back and buy red soil for it to eat, it will be fine. I had no choice but to agree, but later I became worried and kept running out of the room to see if Aqiu was okay.

That night, I looked up and hoped that my mother would come home as soon as possible. As soon as my mother arrived home, I couldn’t wait to take the red soil from her hand, and quickly added some to Ah Qiu’s feed basin. Qiu also quietly leaned over to taste the taste. I prayed silently, Aqiu! You will be fine, and God will bless you. Not long after, my mother urged me to go to bed. I wanted to stay with Aqiu all the time, but since it was already past twelve o'clock, I obeyed my mother's instructions and went to bed.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was an urgent knock on the door. I opened the door sleepily. After my brother stood silently at the door for a while, I knew what had happened. I hurriedly I rushed to the birdcage and saw my mother holding Aqiu. Aqiu seemed to be sleeping, but tears had slowly left my eyes. Indeed, I knew that Aqiu was no longer in the bird world, so I sat down and stroked him gently. Aqiu's furry body, I saw Aqiu's mouth gradually turned pale white, I slowly kissed its head again, pretending to say "goodbye" to it calmly. But I felt that I could no longer hold back the grief and tears. My tears were originally swallowed in my stomach, but when I thought of never seeing it again, I cried again, but this time it was like a flood, and the tears kept coming. My mother let me go back to my room to sleep. Although my mother's warm hug comforted me a little, when I returned to the room and thought of Aqiu's every detail, I still burst into tears. Usually I only stick to my Aqiu. , now in a different world, it still makes me sad.

Nowadays, although it is not as painful as before, when I saw Aqiu’s birdcage, it was as if another needle had penetrated deeply into my heart. “On the thin line between life and death, everyone is "There is life and death." Based on this sentence, I shouldn't be so sad, but why is Aqiu, who has been in love with me for a long time, not my family? Sad Memories Composition 2

In my little life In my mind, there are happy things, sad things, touching things, and angry things... And the thing that makes me saddest is the death of my grandfather who loves me the most.

One day in May, bad news came from my hometown. My dear grandfather was in danger, but he still couldn’t forget my little grandson. He asked me to come back to see him. My father heard this, his eyes were red, and he asked me to call the teacher. Taking two days off, we took the train overnight to return to our hometown. As soon as I got off the car and entered the house, my grandma took me to see my grandpa. The frail but kind old man on the hospital bed was the grandfather who used to care, love and love me. I still remember that on my fifth birthday, my grandfather came all the way to celebrate me. He even went to the mall with me and bought me an expensive toy rifle as a birthday gift. For a period of time, my grandfather insisted on taking me back from kindergarten to take care of me, and my parents agreed. Every day, my grandpa played badminton with me, basked in the sun with me, watched TV with me, and taught me how to read. Those childhood years were the happiest and most unforgettable years for me and my grandpa. Under my grandpa’s care and love, I am like a small tree, growing vigorously.

I still remember one time when I returned to my hometown, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. It was very cold and I was only wearing single clothes. I found that my grandpa was still beside the stove, guarding me.

Grandpa saw me and shouted: "I only wear a little when going to the toilet. What should I do if I catch a cold?" I didn't care: "It's okay." I thought, isn't it just for a short while? It's okay, I won't catch a cold. Don't make such a fuss! I feel really sorry for Grandpa today. Grandpa asked me kindly, but I contradicted him. I really shouldn’t have!

When I saw my frail grandpa, my eyes were moist. I walked to his bed and sat down. Grandpa struggled to say: "Chaochao, stay here for two days and then leave. Don't delay your studies." "Grandpa grabbed my little hand and held it tightly, his eyes were red. I looked at my grandpa for a long time, and my heart felt like a thousand arrows piercing my heart. Unexpectedly, late that night, my grandpa passed away peacefully, but I was in a dream. For some reason, I slept very deeply that day, and even the cannons did not wake me up. When I woke up the next day, my mother told me that my grandfather had passed away. I immediately couldn't suppress the pain in my heart and tears flowed from my eyes. I got up immediately, without even brushing my teeth or washing my face, and went downstairs. I went to kowtow to my grandfather three times... In the end, because I had to go to school and because of my grandfather's last words, I didn't even attend his funeral and left early, but my father still stayed at home. I went back to school. I, who always love to talk, didn't answer a few questions that day. My grandfather's death gave me a huge blow.

Although my grandpa and I don’t spend much time together, what I miss most is my good grandpa. Sad Memories Composition 3

Perhaps I will never forget who I was in the same class with in the first semester of seventh grade. When I met her, she once said something that I will never forget, "Long So ugly! "Haha, what is the creation of people? Maybe it's because they have been in love for a long time! Unexpectedly, I fell deeply in love with her unknowingly during this year. Looking back now, I really don’t know why I let go of so many opportunities. Thinking about the past, we were playing around together. , talking and laughing, I will feel an inexplicable sadness. Recalling the past is just a short time. I didn’t expect that a lot of things happened. What can I do in the face of her who is about to leave? Before this, I did something that I will never forgive myself for. This is called a loss that outweighs the gain. I will always be like this. Even if I think about it and write everything in my heart, I will always be called a coward by others. , I am getting more and more unwilling now and my courage is even getting bigger. I would actually do such a stupid thing. She was very dissatisfied with me in the first place, and now she is even more dismissive of me. All of this is I have to bear the responsibility for my masterpiece, but how can I accept it! Maybe I really had no hope, and I was disappointed in myself. I just watched her silently, going to school, going to school, going to school, going to school. Every day when I get home or on the road, I always try to recall the trivial things in seventh grade. There are pasts worth remembering and dreams that I have yet to realize, but the clock at that time has long since become Realistically, maybe I will always stay in that time in the past. Now I pray every day. Maybe at some time, she will no longer be angry or treat me like that, and my heart will not be so cold and lonely. I flip through the seventh grade books at home every day, and there are basically memories that I can’t erase. I wrote about her and she wrote about me, all of which are clearly revealed in the books. Perhaps the only thing left for me is to silently recall the past, recall that Not in the youthful past and the time that never stopped.

It seems that everything is too late. It is destined that I will be like this, always staying in a void real space, recalling the real past.

Her name is Hou Minghui.