Write a composition on that happy day.

1. Write a composition (not less than 500 words) on the topic of "Happy Days". My days are like passing clouds, and more than ten years have passed in a flash. In these days, there are sad dark clouds, pouring tears and sunshine-like joy. I don't want to recall the sad time, it will only make me more sad. I will still think of yesterday and that happy day.

When I was young, I had a lot of time for entertainment before I went to school. In spring, Yangliuqing goes to play with willow branches; In summer, wild flowers are in full bloom. Go and collect many wild flowers. In autumn, the leaves fall and go to the wild to step on the dead leaves; In winter, snowflakes fall and pile up one snowman after another in the silvery white world. ...

The important thing is that I had three best playmates. I don't remember when I met those friends. Looks like we're leaving to play together. We will make an appointment to take four brooms to pounce on dragonflies at dusk and catch snails when the air is still wet after the rain. We were all confident at that time. It seems that with friends around, I have unlimited power and am confident in everything I do. Our world is full of happiness and sweet laughter. Often those friends will suddenly pick me up in the morning, throw down a piece of candy or a piece of paper, exchange eyes skillfully, and know that the other party must be saying, "I'll come to play with you after school." Then, we sing to each other and go to school. We were only four years old. When we are not in kindergarten, we are often called by a gray-haired old man in the yard to do simple addition and subtraction, or recite hundreds of surnames. We proudly call this school.

Just as we were about to recite hundreds of surnames, our happy days were over and we went to school. Those friends moved and moved, walked and walked, leaving me alone in circles.

Then the heavy schoolwork and the boring days of filling in knowledge came at me. I am a middle school student now, and I occasionally think of that happy day in my suffocating daily study. That was yesterday. The playmates' voices and smiles are vague, and the hundreds of surnames only vaguely remember "Qiansun Zhaoli". I, step by step, have come to this day.

The happiness of the past became yesterday, but I want to keep it in my heart. Today I will work hard and move towards a promising tomorrow.

2. Write a composition on that happy day, and the six years of primary school will soon pass before my eyes. Like meteors and rainbows. We didn't know the value of time until we graduated. However, time is not kind, and the pen tip that still slides from our hands flashes quickly, trying to retain it, but it can't be retained.

I still remember that in the fifth grade, we once participated in military training together. Those days were painful and happy, unforgettable and unforgettable. Standing in the hot sun again and again, practicing military boxing, our sweat is like rain, dripping wet, but who dares to disobey orders? Hard work again and again, let us unite as one; Practice hard again and again, let us learn to be strong. Although some people shed tears of sadness and yearning, they have strong perseverance. We survived and overcame one difficulty after another. In the military parade, we performed well and looked at the smiling faces of the teachers. Listening to the students' warm applause. We cheered and cheered, and the short military training was not in vain. We learned a lot about life and grew up bit by bit.

Looking back on the spring outing and autumn outing we participated in together, wherever we go, we will definitely leave us with happy, hearty and naive laughter. We sang, laughed and played together, and the trip to Happy Valley made us remember it the most. One thrilling project, with our mutual encouragement, boldly stepped forward and prepared to conquer this seemingly horrible thrilling game. Although we will scream in fear, although our closed eyes can't be opened, we share weal and woe. In the screams and closed eyes, we still maintained a happy mood. Don't forget to cheer for each other at the same time. So, we share the joy and happiness after exceeding the limit again and again.

Times have changed. Now, we will face separation. Without my classmates and inseparable friends, there will always be a trace of sadness and melancholy in my heart. Facing the first turning point in life, we have to take this difficult step, and we will face new challenges. All good things must come to an end. When we meet, there will be differences. The nostalgia and reluctance in our hearts make it impossible for us to forget everyone sitting in this same classroom. However, believe in yourself, let's go on bravely!

I miss the days we spent together.

3.600-word composition "Happy Days" Someone once said: "If life can be reversed, it will be happier and more valuable." However, life can't go against the current and the clock can't be turned back. Can we find anything really valuable in this established rule? !

Think carefully, I missed too much! Too many!

I used to love walking by the river, but I never thought it was happiness (my school is by the river). In winter, I passed by the river in the humid sunshine, chatting with my friends about something intentional or unintentional, only thinking that it was the ornament of my after-school life. I feel that the organs of happiness are completely dormant and I feel nothing. The river draws beautiful lines, like the joy flowing away because of disappointment, but why didn't my heart hidden in the dock wake up at all?

In fact, life at school is a kind of happiness. Although we don't think so at ordinary times, if it really goes one day, why don't we miss it? Playing basketball and chatting after class, I am very moist and happy when I am nervous. It's true. Happiness in insipid, happiness in insipid, this is life.

No one expected that so-and-so was ill. He didn't come to class for several days. I always feel that the classroom is empty. After class, I often go to him involuntarily and want to pat me on the shoulder and say, "Hey! Dude, okay! " It turned out that there was no one in the seat. Although everyone knows that so-and-so is ill, I still seem to be surprised. I ask from time to time, "Why hasn't he come yet?" Although the answer is already known.

In the afternoon, several of our classmates discussed and went to see him, and their opinions were very consistent, with a kind of cohesion that is rare at ordinary times. I bought a bunch of flowers and went into the ward. I saw XXX jump up and open his mouth in surprise: "the final exam is over, you come to see me!" " "Then everyone greeted him. I patted him on the shoulder and looked at him from top to bottom. "I haven't seen you for a few days, but I have grown a circle of meat. ""Don't worry, I'll help you with your homework these days. " "Don't worry, I can solve this problem in half a day ..." Everyone was comforting him. Finally, XXX blushed and looked very excited. He kept saying, "I'll be back in a few days. Thank you for coming to see me! "..." At this moment, a kind of happiness is rippling in my heart, a kind of happiness that gives others happiness.

This is a drop of water in the river of happiness. I keep it, it will never dry up in my heart.

Perhaps, this is really dull, but dull will also be happy!

Seize happiness at once and go for a walk in a plain and valuable place!

4. Those happy days (600 words for junior high school composition) those unforgettable days.

On Saturday, 3rd, childhood was the best, carefree and relaxed, but with the passage of time, those beautiful memories are getting farther and farther away from me, but they will never be forgotten by me.

When I was nine years old, my best friend and I lived in the same block. There is very little homework during the holidays, and adults have to go to work, but in the community, nature is our world. I still remember that at that time, I got up after 7 o'clock every day to have breakfast. After dinner, I go to play with my friends. Sometimes they get up early and call me. Play all morning, get up in the afternoon and continue, and the same is true at night. I don't want to mention how happy I was those days. Although I play every day, I don't feel bored, because everyone has a lot of tricks, and everything I play is almost the same style. I climb trees today, play ball tomorrow and ride a bike the day after tomorrow ... but among so many interesting things, there is only one thing that I remember in particular. ...

At that time, one of the "good things" we often did was to play with fire. Don't be surprised, it was really playing with fire, but instead of setting fire everywhere, we were baking clay balls. Many trees have been planted in the community. At that time, all the bricks were planted in a circle, but there would be a small drainage hole. So we hollowed out all the mud near the drainage hole, leaving only a layer of mud to cover it, and also punched several exhaust holes with wooden sticks. Every night, we use lighters to light the waste paper and fallen leaves in the drainage holes, and then put the balls made of clay in advance on them to dry. After doing it well, we started a competition to see who had a hard mouth, who had the roundest mouth and who had walked farthest ... But at that time, we were quite surprised that the clay ball was surprisingly hard, and it was not until a long time later that we realized that it was the adults who used the remaining cement. ...

Childhood is always unforgettable. I really want to go back to the days when I had laughter and freedom every day!

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My happy days are like passing clouds, and more than ten years have passed by. In these days, there are sad dark clouds, tears pouring down, and sunshine-like joy. I don't want to recall the sad time, it will only make me more sad. I will still think of yesterday and that happy day. When I was young, I had a lot of time for entertainment before I went to school. In spring, Yangliuqing came. In summer, wild flowers are in full bloom. Go and collect many wild flowers. In autumn, the leaves fall and go to the wild to step on the dead leaves; In winter, snowflakes fell and piled up one snowman after another in the silvery white world ... What's important is that I still had three best playmates. I don't remember when I met those friends, and it seemed that I could leave, so we played together. We will make an appointment to fly dragonflies with four brooms at dusk and catch snails when the air is still wet after the rain. We were all confident at that time. There seems to be my friend. We are full of confidence in everything we do. Our world is full of happiness and sweet laughter. Often those friends will suddenly pick me up in the morning, throw a piece of candy or a piece of paper and exchange eyes skillfully, so we know that the other party must be saying, "I'll come to play with you after school." Then, we will hum songs to each other to go to school. We were only four years old then. When we didn't go to kindergarten, we were often called by a gray-haired old man in the yard to do simple addition and subtraction, or recite hundreds of surnames, and we proudly called it going to school. Just as we were about to recite hundreds of surnames, our happy days were over and we went to school. Those friends moved away and left me alone. Heavy schoolwork and tasteless cramming knowledge, I am now a middle school student. I occasionally think of that happy day. Well, it was yesterday. The voice and smile of my playmates have long been blurred, and I only vaguely remember "Thousands of Sun Zhao Li". I walked step by step to this day. The happiness of the past has become yesterday, but I still want to keep it in my heart. Today I will work hard and move towards a promising tomorrow.

6. That Happy Day 600-word Composition That Happy Day

Looking at the photos of my childhood, I can't help but think of the carefree days of my childhood.

When I was a child, I could play unscrupulously. In kindergarten, classes are very simple and interesting. After class, I went to play in the small playground, where there were trampolines, wooden horses, swings and slides. Sometimes, we also play hide-and-seek with our teachers. I remember once I scratched my teacher's face. The teacher didn't say anything about me, but hit me. I was still naughty. At that time, my kindergarten was full-time After dinner in the evening, the teacher will take us out for a walk. On the way, we played with each other, talking and laughing, and the teacher didn't care much, letting us be "presumptuous". Sometimes, the teacher takes us to play in the park. In winter, teachers are very concerned about our warmth. Sometimes after class, I will touch the teacher's face with my cold little hand. The teacher doesn't think so. I took off my little hand and put on gloves for me. I ran away without saying anything.

At home, my parents also rely on me to tell them what they want and what they have. I also told my parents the interesting things this week seriously, pretending to be an adult, letting my mother watch me spread shoes and fold quilts, and telling her how to wash her hands. My mother is very happy to see this. Then, I ran away and played with my little toys. When it's sunny, I still pester my parents to take me out to play.

After primary school, the first and second grades were ok, but in the third grade, the carefree life decreased day by day, and I began to help with my homework. I should listen carefully in class, don't fight, and do whatever I want. After school, I want to have fun, but there is homework at school, so I have to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I have to read. By the sixth grade, I was more nervous about studying and had less time to play.

Now, I am a middle school student. I have more homework, more knowledge to learn and stricter discipline. I have no carefree childhood at all. Do homework and read books at home on weekends, and have little time to go out to play.

I want to study hard, and I can't wander in the carefree life of my childhood.

7. On that happy day, the 500-word composition was like an arrow in the string, and the sun and the moon flew like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I have been in the fourth grade. The intense study occupied all my rest space, and I looked up at the window anxiously, and my thoughts flew to that happy time like a runaway wild horse.

In the morning, the golden sun shines through the green leaves in the yard. Colorful wildflowers are especially beautiful in the sunshine. Colorful butterflies spread their soft wings and danced on the lawn in the yard. When we live in harmony with nature, we will be particularly happy and comfortable. Listen, there is crisp and sweet laughter on the lawn, which is our heartfelt singing; You see, playing hide and seek, playing house and jumping into sandbags are our happy dances.

We will make a boat out of pale yellow leaves, and let the boat carry our happiness and friendship along the "stream" on the uneven and rain-filled ground. We will kneel on the ground to shovel fresh soil, shake it, pick clean water, and add soil and water to the crumbling seedlings. ...

Tired of playing and hungry, we will naughty dig out some big sweet potatoes with small sticks in grandpa's garden. On the dry soil, set up a few bricks, put a hastily washed sweet potato in the middle, and make a fire with small wooden branches. Singing, laughing, baking. When the sweet potato is ripe, we peel off the burnt skin and share it with you and me. ...

This is my happy day, and it echoes in my heart for a long time like a song that can never be sung enough. ...

Looking at the photos of my childhood, I can't help but think of the carefree days of my childhood.

When I was a child, I could play unscrupulously. In kindergarten, classes are very simple and interesting. After class, I went to play in the small playground, where there were trampolines, wooden horses, swings and slides. Sometimes, we also play hide-and-seek with our teachers. I remember once I scratched my teacher's face. The teacher didn't say anything about me, but hit me. I was still naughty. At that time, my kindergarten was full-time After dinner in the evening, the teacher will take us out for a walk. On the way, we played with each other, talking and laughing, and the teacher didn't care much, letting us be "presumptuous". Sometimes, the teacher takes us to play in the park. In winter, teachers are very concerned about our warmth. Sometimes after class, I will touch the teacher's face with my cold little hand. The teacher doesn't think so. I took off my little hand and put on gloves for me. I ran away without saying anything.

At home, my parents also rely on me to tell them what they want and what they have. I also told my parents the interesting things this week seriously, pretending to be an adult, letting my mother watch me spread shoes and fold quilts, and telling her how to wash her hands. My mother is very happy to see this. Then, I ran away and played with my little toys. When it's sunny, I still pester my parents to take me out to play.

After primary school, the first and second grades were ok, but in the third grade, the carefree life decreased day by day, and I began to help with my homework. I should listen carefully in class, don't fight, and do whatever I want. After school, I want to have fun, but there is homework at school, so I have to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I have to read. By the sixth grade, I was more nervous about studying and had less time to play.

Now, I am a middle school student. I have more homework, more knowledge to learn and stricter discipline. I have no carefree childhood at all. Do homework and read books at home on weekends, and have little time to go out to play.

I want to study hard, and I can't wander in the carefree life of my childhood.

9. How to write the composition "That Good Time"? Everyone has a good time in his memory. This time, I can only meditate while reading in the middle of the night, and only in a sweet dream. If I just visit, I want to go back to my childhood, because it was the best time in my life. Those days were full of fun. Whether at school or in the yard in front of my house, my children are always ready to respond. We play ordinary games, such as bungee jumping. The way to play is this: if two groups of eight people, one person in each group supports bungee jumping, start from the ankle and rise bit by bit to see which group jumps highest. It's a bit like two teams upgrading PK. In the end, I can always jump to the highest. At this time, there were basically only two people in the two groups. Let's open our eyes and see who can jump. We have to run up. If we pass the "small lift", we will eventually compete for the "big lift" level. I will run fast first, then jump up with my feet on my back and hook the rubber band with my toes. Everyone cheered with joy when I succeeded. I can only sigh when I fail, and I often don't know if it is dark. Sometimes, my sister will join our team. She came mainly to rehearse the program for us. When people in the yard feel bored and scared. Our little performance team will perform for them. I remember that once the Spring Festival was coming, people in the compound really gathered in the auditorium, waiting for us to perform. I am both excited and nervous. I sang "Single Ying Hong" solo, and I remember being on the stage. My ditty was trembling, but after singing, I heard "thunderous" applause, and I felt happy, happy and warm. Full of joy of eating. I grew up in the south. Many things I ate as a child have become memories. At that time, I often went to my classmates' sugarcane fields to eat sugarcane, and my mouth was cracked. Eat those red water sweet cherries, but not much, because mom doesn't buy much, which may be a bit expensive; However, when there is no fruit to eat, I will also eat raw sweet potatoes with my children. On my way to school, I will dig water chestnuts in paddy fields to eat. Sometimes I will put them in water and eat them, regardless of whether they are hygienic or not. It's so sweet to my heart. Autumn is coming, I will turn over jujube trees and eat with my classmates. It was a soft and sweet memory. At that time, I never broke it Sophora japonica cake smells good, but now I can't make it taste like a child. Childhood is a poem, like a fleeting time, and many things have gradually faded out of my mind, but the beauty of childhood is like a beautiful picture scroll and a beautiful ballad, which makes me face life warmly, generously and optimistically.