Beautiful memory composition

In daily study, work and life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. Writing is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. How to write a good composition? The following is my beautiful memory composition. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Good memory composition 1 There is a photo at my bedside, which was taken when I went to Hainan last summer vacation. Every time I see this photo, I seem to be back to the endless sea and golden beach. ......

It was summer vacation, and I went to Hainan to play with my parents.

The first morning, we went to Luhuitou Mountain first. Climbing to the top of the mountain, I looked into the distance, ah, the sea! At this time, it was calm, as if it were still asleep, and several seagulls were flying close to the sea. It's really a vast expanse of sky! ! !

In the afternoon, we came to the "Tianya Haijiao". Looking at the sea in front of me, all my troubles were washed away and I felt very relaxed. The blue waves rippled on the sea, and the waves gently rushed to the shore, flapping the rocks on the shore and making a crisp sound. Every time the sea recedes, it will leave people with a gift-shells. They are colorful and have different patterns. They sparkle in the sun and are very beautiful. There are many children picking up shells on the beach, and the laughter on the coast is very loud, which is more beautiful against the sound of the waves. I couldn't help taking off my shoes and walking barefoot on the beach. The sea rises and falls from time to time, which makes my feet itch. The sky is blue, the sea is blue, and Tianshui is one. I can't tell where water is and where sky is. At this time, the sun came out of the clouds and shed thousands of golden lights. In an instant, the golden light was shining, as if thousands of rare pearls were shining. The salty wind blows, fresh and cool. I can't help but open my arms and enjoy the cool breeze blowing slowly. I'm drunk. At this time, my mother took a photo of me, but I still don't know, still immersed in the beautiful scenery of the park.

When I got home, I put this photo on the bed. In the photo, I open my arms and close my eyes as if I were embracing the sea. Although it was only a moment, it left me a beautiful and permanent return.

When I was in kindergarten, I liked to play in school, because there were many interesting things: giraffe hill, mushroom chair, slide, swing, hoop, and a small house where I played at home ... At that time, I refused to go home after school and always pestered my mother to play with me, thinking that staying in kindergarten was the best time.

In the first and second grades of primary school, we girls always quarreled with boys. We were chased by boys, ran into the ladies' room like rabbits, and drove them away with mops and brooms. After a while, it was our turn to chase them, and they also ran to the men's room and dealt with us in the same way. When the headmaster or teacher came, we collectively ran back to the classroom.

By the third grade, our relationship with boys has gradually improved. We love bungee jumping, so we always drag them to accompany us to bungee jumping, but they can't compete with us! Every time they lose, we laugh and say they are stupid, and we always fight about it.

In the fourth grade, girls are eloquent and boys are violent, so they return to the original noise and love to compete. Every time, girls say it first, and when boys can't say it, girls are unlucky. They must have been beaten, and then they said they would go to the teacher to judge. When it comes to teachers, boys kneel down, beg for mercy and say "I'm sorry", and girls stop here.

Now, it's our girls' world again. Boys can't hit us because they have to bear the responsibility of boys. No matter what girls say or scold, boys can only clench their fists and submit to humiliation. They also call us more violent girls "tigresses"!

Childhood is really beautiful. I must enjoy the fun it brings. When I grow up, it will be my best memory!

Good Memories Composition 3 Childhood bits and pieces are like little stars in the night sky, shining, and one of them is the brightest.

When I was eight years old, I went to Qingdao with my parents. The next day, we followed the tour group to the seaside. The sea breeze is refreshing, and the fatigue of the journey suddenly disappears without a trace, which is followed by happy enjoyment: we ran to the beach and splashed water on each other, so that tiny water splashed on our bodies and hearts. When mom and dad are tired of playing, they lie on the beach and enjoy the sunshine. When my parents were intoxicated, I quietly buried their hands and feet in the sand, and the warmth of the sand made them fall asleep happily. I thought: mom and dad are asleep, why don't I finish my earth-shattering masterpiece and surprise them before they wake up? So I started building castles. After I laid the "foundation" first, I began to add layers bit by bit and didn't stop until the fifth floor. Then, I built a high fence and made a big announcement! But I looked at it carefully and felt something was missing. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me: why not decorate the castle with shells? As soon as I got started, I immediately picked up many colorful shells, decorated them carefully on the castle and the fence, and spread the remaining shells from my parents to the front of the castle. After a while, my parents woke up and saw the sand on their bodies, so I guessed that it must be a "good thing" done by my naughty boy. I smiled mysteriously and said, "Mom and Dad, I will show you your future home!" " Mom and dad followed me in disbelief. I took them along the "Shell Road" to the castle, and I said to them; "Mom and Dad, here it is! There are three of us and small animals living in it. " At this time, I saw my parents smiled with relief, with tears of happiness in their eyes and choked up. "Grow up with a smile and have filial piety!"

Ah, the trip to Qingdao, let me keep my fond memories of you forever!

The past time no longer exists, and what leaves me the deepest is the memory of time. I once dreamed of going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, the past life left me only good memories. ...

I recall spring, the season when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. We sang loudly and walked on the road in the field.

Spring outing attracts children most, but cooking and running games are more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue. Under the blue sky, the branches have sprouted, and I seem to see them growing sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine.

Isn't that bud the energetic us?

I remember summer, full of new green seasons. There are countless flowers and grasses growing in that small garden that belongs to me. The green earth is shining and the flowers are blooming more brilliantly!

There are scattered flowers in the small garden. Although it is not as fragrant as peony or jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful. In the distance, a yellow dot is flying, getting closer and closer!

Oh, it's a bee, very small. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar.

When it leaves, pollen and bees make homes everywhere. Isn't that our hardworking gardener? I remember autumn, the harvest season. The fields are full of golden yellow, undulating with the wind, like rough waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches and the water is mouth-watering.

Take a bite and you'll never forget the smell. On campus, we talked nonstop and couldn't think of each other until one summer vacation, when we met. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest? I remember winter, it was a warm season. Although the leaves have fallen, occasionally birds can be seen singing in the trees.

Although the grass has withered, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, the New Year greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere. It maintains the friendship and sincerity between students. Isn't that blessing a long-term warmth?

I look back on the past and look forward to the future. Let them be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!

A year ago that summer, Xia Chan was singing loudly, as if to tell her disappointment when she graduated.

The background of this photo is colorful flowers and blue sky. On the green grass, we talked and laughed. When the teacher sat down and pressed the shutter quickly, many people in the room shed tears. It's really hard! Six years of friendship will break up at this moment!

On the morning of graduation ceremony, I came to school early. I didn't expect many people to come. They are as excited, happy and happy as I am. We sat together and recalled the past.

Humorous character: Huang X.

Speaking of Huang X, this is the funniest person in our class. I remember once, when the math teacher told us how to make a known vertical line through point P in class, Huang X also gave us a big fart on the spot as a response to the math teacher, which made the whole class laugh! hahaha ......

Heavyweight player: Wu Mou

Speaking of Wu Mou, he is the best athlete in our class. At the physical education class, we were all competing in the shot put. We basically threw five or six meters, but Wu Mou threw more than ten meters. On the spot, he was selected as the seed player of shot put.

Xueba: Liu Z.

Speaking of Liu Z, he is the best student in our class. In our eyes, he knows astronomy above and geography below. In a composition class, the Chinese teacher said angrily, "Look at Liu Z's composition. Vivid language and neat handwriting. Look at your composition again. Very sloppy, or taught by the same teacher. How can the difference be so big? " We all bowed our heads, but Liu Z stood proudly, as if to say, "The world is my own!" " "

We recalled the past and remembered a poem: Friend, are we going to part? No, it's not. It's time to separate us. But I believe that time can also make us meet again!

Friends! Wish us: time is not old, we will never leave!

To my beautiful self yesterday.

Put down the photos, as if going back to the past. ...

I was particularly afraid of bugs when I was a child. Whether I see a small caterpillar or a big caterpillar, even a small ant, I will scream with fear.

Once, I was lying on the sofa playing games. When I turned my face, I suddenly saw a black thing crawling out from under the coffee table. When I looked intently, it turned out to be a black potbellied Okumo. Suddenly, I was startled and shouted, "Mom and Dad, come quickly!" " "They all thought I had an accident and rushed over. I pointed to Okumo in fear and said, "Dad, take it away." Dad said casually, "You go and catch it. "What? Such a big spider, ugly and with eight legs, let me catch it? How dare I? Just then, Okumo was about to run away, and dad quickly stepped forward and turned Okumo over.

At this time, my mother brought toilet paper. She put toilet paper in my hand and told me to catch Okumo. I hesitate. Mom and dad encouraged: "Come on, be brave." I slowly picked up the toilet paper and handed it to Okumo carefully. It's near, it's near, but I'm afraid again. I want to withdraw my hand and go back. I turned to look at my parents. They are all smiling. I summoned up my courage, grabbed Okumo wholeheartedly, straightened my arms and walked quickly to the bathroom. It's only a few steps from the bathroom, but I think it's so long. I threw Okumo into the trash can and felt much better. After throwing it away, I found a lot of sweat on my head.

Dad patted me on the shoulder and said, "Didn't you hit the spider, too?" As long as you are brave, you can overcome your fears. "I nodding, keep my father's words firmly in mind.

I'm not afraid of bugs anymore!

Good Memories Composition 7 Memories are long and short. Those memories have created our feelings with our teachers, and also created my friendship with my classmates. These memories are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy.

The memory of summer is long and sweet. At the sports meeting, everyone waited for the athletes to rush to the finish line with great expectation. Is the 800-meter long-distance running painful? Many people will say tired, some will say miserable, but some will say simple! I remember that 800 meters was the happiest time to win. It was my first 800 meters.

After a gunshot, everyone rushed out of the starting point like an arrow. Time is ticking away. With the sunshine getting stronger and stronger, some students run slower and slower, and their physical strength gradually loses. Some people even started walking. But since I rushed out of the starting line, I haven't thought about giving up. The students on the side are cheering for me, 50 meters, 40 meters, 30 meters, 20 meters ... "Yes!" The students cheered. I ran 800 meters for the first time and actually won the first place. Everyone came to me, handed me water and wiped my sweat. Two or three students even helped me go back to the classroom. I ran red and sweaty, and the clothes behind me clung to me like soaking in water. Later, we celebrated together and the whole class cheered for me.

After the sports meeting, I got up slowly and went straight to the podium. The students clapped behind me. When the teacher hung the medal around my neck, the applause became louder and louder.

After school, my friend asked me, "How do you feel when you run?"

I smiled and said, "I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, and I might fall off one day." To be honest, I'm very tired. But hearing your cry of unity, I feel that I can't live up to your expectations of me. "

Looking back on this period of time, I am not the same as the immature and ignorant one at that time. I believe this wonderful memory is worth cherishing forever.

Many things in people's lives are always beautiful. When you meet the person you think is right, his or her words, a look, an affectionate smile and an accidental elevator meeting will all become a kind of life. When you encounter all kinds of helplessness in life, you should face the next challenge with a good attitude. Maybe you failed, maybe you succeeded, that's unknown. Pay attention to how the process works. Work hard and you won't regret it!

When you experience it, it means that you have grown up again. I don't think anyone wants a failed marriage and a happy life. When you meet, don't escape to face the reality, to accept a new life and a new beginning. My life experience is very unhappy, let alone happy, but I am glad that it is not too late to get what I want. More importantly, my only obedient, sensible, smart and lovely son is also my greatest wealth.

I always think that I can improve my economic strength, and then I am too lazy to help others! It's no use just thinking. To seize the opportunity, I have been doing business for many years and have been living a stable and plain life. Because I didn't seize the opportunity, I didn't grasp my own value, but I didn't have a mind, and so on ...

When I step into the society, I always tell myself that as long as I live, I must let myself live a rich life and let people around me live a practical and comfortable life. People live with hope. When you have hope, you can see happiness and get what you want!

My hope is to bring up children and let them understand what value is in the future. I hope to have a stable career and do some meaningful business, mainly my favorite career.

On this ordinary but extraordinary day, I graduated from primary school. On the last day of class 6 (3), no one was absent, because everyone hopes to get together with their good classmates and friends every day, and maybe never see them again!

Every classmate's face was found.

Without the excitement of the past, there are even some students with subtle sadness on their faces.

Some students tried to adjust the tense atmosphere and began to tell jokes. Although many students immediately radiant with charming smiles on their faces, in their hearts, they will only add a trace of sadness and disappointment.

I closed my graduation certificate after six years' long study, hid my books, and thought: Will this small certificate with a red cover really make me happy?

But we must always stand up again and meet a better tomorrow! When I was waiting for Grade One, I was wondering how many old friends of primary school I met in my class and school.

The Best Memories of Childhood Composition

This time, we are the same as the second round. The difference is that we work harder and have an idea in our hearts: in any case, for our class and for our teachers, we must win, definitely. The other party may be too tired, and no one is too hard, but we pull as always.

Finally, we won, 1: 2, cheering loudly, wild. Everyone was immersed in a happy atmosphere, and everything around them was ignored.

Although it's been a long time, almost half a year, I still keep it in mind. This experience is an unforgettable and beautiful memory of primary school, and it is also a mark of my growth.

This is the end of the play.

About 10, I haven't touched the humble chess box in that corner for more than half a year.

When I took it out of the corner again, it was covered with dust except my hand. I wiped it slowly, and the dust fell bit by bit, and dissipated and disappeared on the way down. Holding a semi-circular chess piece, I kept playing in my hand, and everything about the chess piece was brushed in my mind and fixed in a picture.

An eight-or nine-year-old child just stepped into the house with this chess box and rushed towards the stairs. After three or two steps, he ran to an adult upstairs.

In a few minutes. There are two cushions on the ground. The chessboard of Weiqi is laid on the ground, and the cover is put aside. The chess box full of sunspots is placed in the lower right corner of the child, and the chess box full of Bai Zi is placed in the upper left corner.

Black first, then white, whoever eats more wins.

Adults who don't play cards according to common sense make children helpless, and the defense made by adults seems to have loopholes. Children have to look for opportunities, go deep into the enemy camp while adults are unprepared, and use the method of hurting the enemy by one thousand and losing eight hundred. The situation on the battlefield is very serious. One wrong step and the balance of victory will tilt to the other side.

Sunspots continue to seduce and play dead. In fact, they just want to eat more and pave the way for an unexpected victory. Seeing that Bai Zi stepped into the trap, he felt that it was time to harvest, and he broke the array again and again, playing Bai Zi in a daze.

As a result, there is no doubt that sunspot won.

Moreover, this is my first victory, and there have been victories and defeats in subsequent competitions, but this competition is the most profound.

Weiqi bears all the good memories of my childhood, and I also store my happiness in it and hide it in the corner, so that it will remain in my memory forever, even if it is dusty.

Beautiful Memories Composition 1 1 Passing through the former campus, I never understood what my mood was like at that time. Lucky? Feeling? Or keep a secret ... I think every feeling at that time may be a little bit.

The campus illuminated by street lamps is exceptionally quiet, as if it is still in the past, and it seems that it is not in the past. The memory temporarily forgotten in my heart, at this moment, broke free from the rope, desperately emerged, and constantly emerged. They sang, cried and shouted without scruple, so junior high school life emerged in front of them.

The people in memory have gone their separate ways now, and the days of laughing, crying and growing up together are especially worth cherishing now.

After graduation, I graduated in this way. Everything here has not changed, but we have grown up unconsciously.

Growing up, I was tired of those expressions, those unchanging eyes, I couldn't see flowers, I couldn't hear the sound of leaves turning green. From then on, I no longer believe in fairy tales and believe in eternal existence. Instead, I gradually understand the warmth of human feelings, the coldness of the world, the value of friendship and the value of life. So this is growth. When you lost many people and many things, you turned around and found many things around you.

Maybe we are just passers-by in school, and the only constant is this house after house.

Our bicycles and our youth passed through the streets and alleys of this city. The whole row of tall trees, strangers, speeding traffic, the pale years left in our past youth, and the sadness and happiness that we can't erase for a long time are all our beautiful memories.

As the night grew darker and the cold wind blew, the branches and leaves of the old Sophora japonica trees on campus began to fall. The night is really deep! ! !

Good Memory Composition 12 The footsteps of the years keep walking. In a blink of an eye, I have spent more than ten spring and autumn, but the memory of each season is unique, unique and forever.

In spring, the summer I remember is flying kites in the field. Running on soft soil, with a spool in one hand and a kite in the other, I want to compete with my friend who can fly the highest. I am so happy to watch my kite fly into the sky! I cheered. Kites, large and small, are more colorful against the blue sky and sunshine in spring.

Summer, the summer I remember is swimming in the sea. That summer vacation, I came to the seaside. Although it is swimming, it is just playing in the sea with a lifebuoy. It's so comfortable to bathe in the sun and the sea! When a wave came, I was pushed to the shore by the wave, and then I played with sand on the beach on the shore and made a sandcastle.

Autumn, the autumn I remember is collecting leaves in the Woods. Autumn wind blows and leaves fall, so the ground is covered with a golden carpet, which is thick and soft. Those leaves are all yellow and the veins are faintly visible. I understand that the same is true of people's life.

In winter, the winter I remember is having a snowball fight and making a snowman with my friends in the snow. I patiently made a fat snowman for nothing. Suddenly, a snowball hit me and I don't know who broke the new snowman. Thus, a "battle" began-time, screams and laughter intertwined. Although it is cold, we are very hot.

The footsteps of the years are constantly walking, and the memories of childhood are so beautiful!

Good Memories Composition 13 Six years of primary school life is coming to an end. We will leave the familiar and warm campus, the caring teachers and the classmates who live together day and night ... At this time, a past event reappears in front of my eyes. ...

It was April Fool's Day in grade five. Our math teacher was a humorous Mr. X, and all the students regarded him as their big brother. Everyone can't help but want to seize the "precious" day of April Fool's Day and have a good play with Teacher X. So, a message spread quietly among the students: In the second math class in the afternoon, the whole class hid under the desk, put the blackboard eraser on the front and rear doors and said, "Happy April Fool's Day!" When teacher x came.

With this plan, time seems to pass slowly, and the second class in the afternoon is always in the foreseeable future. After the first class in the morning and afternoon, the second class in the afternoon came slowly with small steps.

According to the plan, the whole class put erasers on the door and everyone hid under the desks. Although it is quiet, there is still a faint smile hovering around. It seems that after a long time, Mr. X's footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the "bang" sound of the key is becoming more and more obvious. The class became noisy, but soon it was quiet again. "Coax-"Teacher Mao pushed the door open, but no one came in. He proudly said to us: "I played this trick last class!" " We really have nothing to say. Just when we were depressed, there was a cry "Oh dear" behind us. When the whole class returned to the customs, they immediately laughed their heads off. It turned out that Mr. X was carried away by the victory, pushed the door through the back door without thinking, and was hit by the blackboard at the back door. The last farce is "Happy April Fool's Day, Teacher X!" In the sound of a slow curtain call.

That scene has been clearly fixed in my memory so far, and the memory on this campus will bring me infinite happiness and make me unforgettable.

It's been a long time since I returned to campus, but some things that happened in the summer vacation are still moored in my mind like some boats. What impressed me most was that I learned to swim.

Before the summer vacation, my father bought me a series of swimming equipment, such as swimming rings, goggles and caps. Want me to learn to swim. I'm also interested in this, and I want to try what it feels like to be in the water. So, when dad said, "Today, you go swimming with me." At that time, I turned over happily and was excited to learn swimming.

Soon, we arrived at the river. As soon as I got to the river, I came home like a child who had been away from home for a long time. I shouted excitedly, took off my clothes and brought a series of swimming equipment. Whether dad was ready or not, he jumped into the river himself. The first time I got into the water, I was so excited that I fluttered freely in the water and enjoyed the happiness brought by the water. Unfortunately, it happened at this time. I am sad. I accidentally slipped on a stone while swimming and my face sank into the water. At this time, the wind just blew and the waves began to roll up. I am drowning. Seeing this scene, my father immediately jumped into the water and carried me to the shore, which saved me.

From then on, I planted a fear of the word swimming in my heart. As soon as I got ashore, I put on my clothes and refused to go into the water again. I just don't agree with my father, although he can tell me what to say. When we argued, the sun had set in the west. I looked at the oblique sun, immediately shut up, ran to the bridge, got on my bike and ran away. Dad looked at me for a while and had to follow me bitterly.

I am very happy in the summer vacation. I hope this beautiful memory will stay in everyone's mind forever, leaving an eternal memory for everyone!

Good Memories Composition 15 In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and time is like a fast horse running out of a canyon. Today's cold and windy weather reminds me of today ten years ago. At that time, Wan Li was clear and the flowers in my hometown were so fragrant, but the flat house was full of warmth. I can smell the fragrance of osmanthus trees ten miles away. The sunset glow is so beautiful that my grandfather's beard is dyed red.

When the fiery New Year comes, every household hangs lanterns and adds couplets of blessings. How can we have less firecrackers for entertainment during the Spring Festival? At twelve o'clock in the evening, fireworks are like beautiful roses, and firecrackers make the quiet sky noisy instantly, dyeing the dark sky colorful and my wonderful childhood colorful.

In summer, the stones by the river shine in the sun. I plunged into this crystal clear river, and the little fish around me seemed to say, "Can you play with me?" I am like a naughty and lively little fish. When the cool water touches my body, I feel the summer fairy waving to me. After a while, my friends and I played a "water splashing war" and they split up. I tried my best, but I still didn't knock her down. She stood in the water like a hard stone, but the water still dripped out. I knocked down this "hard stone" with my teammate Qi Xin. But she seems unconvinced to summon her teammates to start a shocking water splashing war with us!

The bright moon in childhood is so bright that it seems to guide distant friends to find their way back to their hometown. The stars in childhood are so glorious, as if they were pulling naughty children home. Sitting on a bench at night, watching the red sunset glow, red clouds hanging on my cheeks, streams flowing through small cracked stones, willow branches smiling gently in the breeze, and the evening breeze singing my childhood in the air. Childhood is a song, with ups and downs. Childhood is a painting with my laughter in it. Childhood is a bright moon with my crying in it. Childhood is a word with my life in it.