Remember the excellent composition

In study, work or life, everyone often comes into contact with composition. With the help of composition, we can improve our language organization ability. So have you ever understood composition? The following is a collection of excellent memorial compositions that I have carefully compiled. You are welcome to learn from and refer to them. I hope it will be helpful to you. Remembering Excellent Composition 1

My parents told me when I was a child, you are too young, the society is too complicated, and you are too simple, so I gradually became complicated. I believe everyone is like this, so the world becomes complicated. It seems that the society of my parents' generation is more complex and mysterious. People are living more tiredly, and the culprit is my father’s father’s father… my father’s mother’s mother’s mother.

Actually, why is this necessary? It’s all quite real in the first place. I do that and that just for the sake of that so-called thing. Because I’m called a person who doesn’t understand the world, I won’t talk about that. A simple society, a simple world, without intrigues or intrigues, just simple me and you, how could there be disharmony? Do we still need to advocate a harmonious society? No, this ruler, why didn't you think of it? To put it bluntly, he is still too self-centered and connects his heart with society. Will he suffer a disadvantage? It is a blessing to suffer a disadvantage!

Comparison, I don’t know whether it is a sign of upward progress, or a sign of selfishness or self-expression. It’s very disgusting and very tiring for the world.

Money is really a good thing. Although money is not everything, but without money, nothing is possible. This makes everyone work hard for those numbers. What is the value? It is just for show, what is the use? Haha, it’s really a lack of brains, blowing too much air leads to lack of oxygen, and it’s a sign of self-aggrandizement. It is always like this, relaxed, simple, and cute are virtues. Slowly, you have changed, changed, and become a big bad guy. Your interests are everything to you. It’s cool, right? The capital of disguise is given by the world. It is given by the simple world. It is also It’s ridiculous to look for wise men who can emerge from the mire and remain unsullied. They are really stupid and retarded when they are busy and miserable.

I really want to cry for myself, laugh for the world, and laugh at the world’s misery, but when I see those baby photos, I don’t know what to do, so I smile happily. I smiled in confusion. In fact, what the Creator expected was not like this. A simple world was His original intention. However, we have come step by step to where we are now. If we don’t want to think about it anymore, let’s just laugh it off.

That innocent world may be just a dream, the first dream. In the dream, we will also smile happily. Remembering Excellent Composition 2

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying." Qingming Festival is one of the more important festivals among our many traditional festivals. During Qingming Festival, every household makes moxa dumplings and makes Youth League. , and also go up the mountain to worship ancestors.

Every time during Qingming Festival, we will definitely visit the old lady’s grave. Put chicken, duck, fish and a bottle of white wine in a basket made of bamboo, and then carry it up the mountain. Every time I go to worship my ancestors, it will always rain. The hillside was extremely slippery, and I had to fall down more than a dozen times. When he arrived at the old lady's grave, the grandfather first used a sickle to cut off the grass on the grave. Then put a circle of firecrackers on the grave, and with a burst of crackling sound, all the bad things will be driven away. Place food in a bamboo basket in front of the old lady's grave, and pour white wine in front of the grave, hoping that the old lady in heaven can also drink a glass of good wine. Then it was time to burn paper money. While I was burning paper money, I secretly looked at the adults and found that they were looking up at the sky. I vaguely saw the corners of their eyes moistening. They must be thinking about the old lady. I watched the smoke coming out of the mountains float into the sky, and the rain was still falling. The sky was overcast and the sun was not visible. The sun must have been obscured by this thick longing.

Making Ai dumplings is also the highlight of the Qingming Festival. Grandma first washes the mugwort and puts it into the pot to cook. I leaned over to the pot and smelled it, and the fragrance of mugwort came to my face. Grandma took the cooked mugwort out of the pot. Take a large kitchen knife, skillfully chop the mugwort into dregs, filter it through fine gauze, and heat it in the pot again. Then knead the glutinous rice flour and rice flour together, and then knead it into a long green dough, and then wrap it like usual dumplings, but it is one size larger than ordinary dumplings.

As the moxa dumplings were steamed, we pestered grandma to tell us about moxa dumplings. This mugwort dumpling can ward off evil spirits. The proverb says: "If you eat mugwort dumplings during the Qingming Festival, you will not be afraid of rain showers." It often rains during the Qingming Festival, so you eat mugwort cakes or mugwort dumplings. It is said to have the effect of preventing the body from being damaged by rain.

The Tomb-Sweeping Day is awesome, not only with beautiful blessings, but also with thoughts all over the sky. Remembering Excellent Composition 3

It was a sunny summer, and the laughter of cicadas could be heard from time to time. Everything seemed so peaceful. But this peaceful time reminded me of my friend who was as carefree as a sunflower...

The first time I met her was also in the summer. I followed my grandma to a neighbor's aunt's house for dinner. As my aunt opened the door, I saw her sitting on the swing, holding a notebook in her hand, quietly and not speaking. Grandma asked me to go over and call Sister Xiaoyu. Maybe it was because I was too young and a little afraid of strangers, so I was reluctant to go there. When she saw her, she walked towards me, smiled gently, and said, "Hello, my name is Xiaoyu, but you have to call me sister." I seemed to be amused by her slightly playful words, and I was not afraid. He even took the initiative to hold her hand and went aside to play. In the blink of an eye, it’s summer again, ten years later, but she is no longer by my side. She went to a city called Harbin to study at university, but I stayed stupidly under the big tree where we played together, waiting for her. I miss her and those summers with her, but fortunately she will be back during the Chinese New Year and I can still go see her, which is good. Keeping the happiness of ten years and spending the time with me thinking about her is also a wonderful happiness; I don’t ask her to miss me every day, I just ask her not to forget those agreements with me; and that I can not stop thinking about me every day. Missing her... Excellent Missing Essay 4

October 21, 20xx, morning. As soon as the ringing woke me up, my right eyelid kept twitching and I felt very uneasy. Suddenly, a phone call separated me from my grandfather.

The phone woke my mother up. After she answered the phone, her eyes became moist. I asked my mother what was wrong, but she said nothing. Then I went to school. But I felt very uneasy. Finally, school ended at noon. I quickly ran to the door of the store, but the store was closed. When we got home, the house was closed. I started to worry. Could something happen to grandma’s house? I arrived at my grandma's house with this idea in my mind. There are many people gathered in front of grandma's house. I rushed up and entered the yard. I was stunned and saw my grandfather's kind face - the grandfather in the portrait. I was stunned, not knowing how to deal with it. I stood for a long time and slowly walked into the house. When I saw it, my mother and father were kneeling there lifelessly.

The sighs and the sound of burning foil in the room made a thin layer of smoke appear in front of my eyes, and that smoke turned into the agreement I made with my grandfather when I was a child. I was still young at that time, but my grandfather could no longer leave. Grandpa said to me, let’s compete, whoever moves first, whoever moves faster, will win. We also pull hooks. "Hang yourself with a hook, and it won't change for a hundred years." The voice still lingers in my ears. Grandpa, let’s work hard together, come on. But, grandpa, you lied to me, you lied to me. You promised me, you said we would work hard together, cheer together, and learn together. However, if I try hard, I will run away. What about you? You lie down forever.

Grandpa, I love you, you will always live in my heart. Excellent composition 5

She is smart and witty; she is lively and cute; she is helpful to others; she is A person worth remembering in my childhood.

I remember that time after school, the weather suddenly changed and it started to rain heavily. I didn’t bring an umbrella, so I had to wait for my mother at the school gate. After her duty that day, when she was about to go home, she saw that I was still standing at the school gate and had not gone home. She walked over gently and asked doubtfully: "Why don't you go home?" I replied hesitantly: "I "I didn't bring an umbrella." Oh, that's it. She took my arm and said, "I'll take you home." I declined and said: "No, we are not going the same way. We are in opposite directions. If you send me home, you will have to go in a big circle to get home." She smiled and said: "It's okay, let's go. ." He opened the umbrella.

This umbrella was quite big, and it could squeeze the two of us in. We walked and talked and laughed. At that time, I felt that going home with a partner seemed to be much faster than walking alone. We both got home in a short while. When she arrived at the door of my house, she closed her umbrella. I asked her with a grateful look: "Would you like to sit at my house for a while?" She waved her hand and said: "No, you go back quickly. You are already late today. Be careful." Your father criticized you." As he spoke, he opened the umbrella again. Suddenly, I saw that the left side of her body was completely wet. I stopped her and told her, but she said nonchalantly: "It's okay, just a little water, no. "It's cold." It turned out that when she was holding the umbrella, most of the umbrella covered me, but only a little bit on her side. She called in sick the next day, and the teacher told us she had a high fever. I felt very guilty and wanted to visit her at her home.

She is a friend worth remembering. She is a kind, just, and self-sacrificing friend. She is my good partner-Wang Yifei. Excellent Missing Composition 6

Today I read the article "Autumn Missing" with a heavy heart, which praises the great maternal love.

A sick mother dedicated all her spring-like love to her paralyzed son. Thinking of this, my longing was like a bursting of a dam, and the voice of my mother who was far away in Shenzhen gradually emerged in my mind... That was a few years ago. I remember that at that time, I suffered from severe asthma and fell asleep in the middle of the night. Coughing, mother is very anxious. Be with me every day. One day, I coughed again, coughing non-stop. My mother had no choice. She bent down gently and let me climb on her back. She put her arms around me, and then stood up with difficulty. It was winter, but my mother's forehead was filled with big beads of sweat. Her feet were scratched by the cold and biting stones, and bright red blood flowed to the ground, seeming to warm the entire earth. My mother didn't care. She was still walking hard with me on her back, and her warm maternal love surrounded me. I couldn't control myself, and two lines of crystal tears fell from the corners of my eyes. At that time, I never realized how much love my mother gave me, and I also thought about my mother's hardships. Eventually, Mom herself fell ill. But like a fool I had no idea. My nanny told me this. I was shocked and ran home to see my mother. My mother's face was pale, but she still looked at me with a smile. I couldn't help it anymore. I threw myself into my mother's arms. My mother was stunned for a moment, and then touched my head with tears in her eyes...

Mom, I love you! Excellent Essay on Missing 7

Growing up, missing is a strange word, or a beautiful thing that I longed for, but the more I touch it, the more frightened I get and the farther away I feel, and I even have thoughts of suicide, but I I did it——

I remember one evening, the sky was bright and unusually bright, and the winter jasmine flowers were blooming so abundantly and brilliantly on the hillside and in the fields. When the wind blew, the whole light fragrance hit my nostrils without hesitation. Come.

I got off school on Friday and happened to meet my grandma on the road. Grandma sent me back to her house and said that grandpa was making wontons at home. When I heard this, I was very happy and ran to grandma’s house quickly. It turned out that my mother was there, and grandpa went to buy salt. Suddenly, a flash occurred in my mind. The teacher said to buy review materials. I muttered, I have to buy them all. At this time...

Grandpa came back: "What review materials?" Information? "Of course I don't want grandpa to take me to buy it. Besides, can grandpa's small body do it? Grandpa was angry. "I'll take you to buy some review materials." Seeing Grandpa's unwillingness to admit defeat, I had no choice but to give in.

Not to mention the expression on Grandpa’s motorcycle ride, which was not inferior at all, but rather magical. He was full of energy and cool. He didn't say a word along the way. The winter jasmine flowers on the mountain were still in bloom and the fragrance was fragrant. I hugged his thin but huge back tightly, feeling an indescribable sense of security. Feeling, happiness and sweetness along the way...

That day, I held the book happily and read it as I wished. Suddenly, I felt that my grandpa was no longer thin. He is so tall and has an indescribable greatness.

But now that my grandfather has passed away, I am holding my favorite book and looking at the vast swathes of brilliant spring flowers on the mountain.

The eyes are full of winter jasmine flowers, fragrant and warm. I wish you a good journey. Grandpa, the jasmine flowers are lovely and beautiful. I hope you can see them in the sky...

Clusters, clusters, tightly Next to him, short, but full of energy. Excellent Missing Essay 8

Missing is often an emotion. People often miss the relatives and friends who accompany them, because people are happiest only when they are with their relatives and friends.

I took out the key from the glass bottle. The key handle shone silver in the soft light. I carefully inserted the key into the keyhole of the drawer, click! The lock was opened - and a photo was gently taken out. The photo showed a woman in her late fifties with a big smile. She was my first teacher - Teacher Fu. In my young and innocent heart, Teacher Fu was as loving as my mother. Looking at this photo, my thoughts flowed out like spring water. It was a rainy day. It was sunny in the morning, but it suddenly started raining in the afternoon. After school, we lined up, waiting for our parents to pick us up. The classmates were picked up one after another. I stood helplessly under the eaves and watched the strings of raindrops falling.

How I hope the rain will stop soon! Suddenly, I felt a touch of warmth. I raised my head and saw Teacher Fu standing behind me with a smile and an umbrella. In the hazy rain and fog, a small red umbrella and bursts of laughter drifted farther and farther away... This is the most heartwarming scene in my memory. Another time, I climbed up the parallel bars to play without the teacher's permission. I fell down accidentally and my head was smashed. I was afraid and regretful, so I didn't tell the teacher. I don’t know how she knew it, but she called me to the office after class. I stood timidly. I covered my head with my hands and the teacher asked me to take them off. I had no choice but to do as I was told. When the teacher saw it, he was frightened and asked me in a stern tone how I got hurt, and also kindly asked me if it hurt. The teacher quickly found gauze and cotton balls and finished treating the wound in a short while. I didn't dare to look into her eyes, as if I had committed some serious crime, I was waiting for her to be punished. Unexpectedly, she just kindly told me to be careful next time.

Looking at the photos, I seem to have returned to the past: the sunset, the teacher holding my hand and walking on the playground, a few rows of old classrooms, and a few tall poplar trees rustling in the wind. Hibiki...ah, I seem to be back to that time! Now that I have left that school, this scene is still in front of me, and I want to treasure it forever. Remembering Excellent Composition 9

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." The Qingming Festival is here, and walking on the country roads, there is an endless stream of people going to visit the tombs. I followed my parents to "visit" my old grandmother.

It was drizzling in the sky, and the people sweeping the tombs also slowed down. We walked on the muddy path and soon came to the old grandmother's grave. I held a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums in my hand, walked to my grandmother's tombstone, put it down gently, and bowed deeply. Looking at my grandmother's tombstone, I imagined that I lived with my grandmother. Every bit of it...

My grandmother loved me the most during her lifetime! I remember when I was five years old, my grandmother and I were waiting for the bus at the bus stop. It was pouring rain in the sky. Not long after, the bus came. When the old grandmother saw it, she quickly held up an umbrella and hugged me and walked quickly towards the bus door. Suddenly a young man came from the side and pushed the old grandmother hard with his elbow. At this moment, the old grandmother said to me eagerly: "Hurry! Hold me tight!" After saying that, the old grandmother slipped and fell heavily to the ground, but I fell on the old grandmother's lap safely. In arms. Grandma protected me with her body! Because of that hard fall, the old grandmother lay in the hospital bed for two months!

I couldn’t help but shed tears when I thought about this! Although my grandmother has left us, I feel that she is always by my side to inspire me... Missing Excellent Composition 10

During the blooming season of fifteen, we walked all the way, and we sang all the way.

——Inscription

With excitement and stepping on the bell without music, I hurriedly entered this unfamiliar class. Looking back, that innocent smile when we first met seems like yesterday.

With smiles on our faces, we walked through these three years, singing the song of our youth.

Unity, our song

Do you still remember the sports meeting in the second grade of junior high school? That was the first sports meeting that our Class 905 participated in. All the athletes have used their own efforts to win the honor of the class, and what I can see is not only the athletes' dashing grace on the field, but also the throat-breaking shouts of our Class 905! More excitement, more expectations, more encouragement! "Come on! Ninety-five! Come on!". When the referee blows the whistle in his mouth; when the referee waves down his raised hand, all I can see is the ferocious expression on the face of our tug-of-war players; all I can hear are the classmates watching the game Their shouts; what I can feel is the motivation of the whole class to go all out and persevere! We walked all the way, we sang all the way, singing our song - unity!

Laughter, our song

Without the decoration of lights, the accompaniment of music, or the gorgeous stage, we still dance, we still sing, we still enjoy, and we still laugh. I still remember the first large-scale activity in the class - the New Year's Day theatrical performance. We, who had just stepped into school, held a rather childish New Year's Day in the class. Missing Excellent Composition 11

Luo Luo missed that summer very much. I don’t like summer though.

In the summer, Luoluo would cook a big pot of mung bean porridge, stir-fried shredded potatoes, shredded green pepper and pork...

She would eat slowly by the TV and watch cartoons happily. .

Luoluo likes this kind of summer very much. When telling others, Luoluo always looks happy, her cheeks as red as a big apple.

Although her brother would use the same lie told countless times to deceive her, she was still very happy.

Luoluo said: "Summer is so nice!" Then she always giggles.

Luoluo wanted to have a water fight, catch fish in the river, carry crabs...

But her mother wouldn't let her.

Luoluo likes summer, but hates summer. Because mosquitoes always suck her blood. Luo Luo pouted angrily and locked herself in the room to watch cartoons.

Luoluo said: "Summer is not good at all!!!" and then kept scribbling on the paper with a pencil.

Luoluo misses the delicious corn paste in summer. Luoluo always eats a lot of it.

Luoluo Ai enjoys the coolness alone in the summer evenings, looks at the stars and the moon, thinks about many things, and then falls asleep and has many beautiful dreams.

Xia Luoluo saw the fireworks, they were beautiful, like shooting stars.

Luoluo didn't make a wish, Luoluo said: "I'm tired."

Then Luoluo really forgot.

Luoluo said that summer is indeed beautiful, like a shooting star, but it cannot be touched and disappears as soon as it happens.

Xia Tian is gone, and so is Luoluo.

Luoluo misses Xia Tian. I wonder if Xia Tian misses Luo Luo.

Last night Luoluo waited until twelve o'clock and ate a big apple. She said it was her baby's birthday.

Luoluo is very happy, but also very sad.

But in the end Luoluo said: "Dear baby, happy birthday!"

Luoluo didn't know why it was dark. Luoluo doesn't know anything and doesn't want to know.

Luoluo wanted to sleep and spent 20xx with her baby.

Luoluo had a dream, dreaming about summer, and dreaming about many, many things. Remembering Excellent Composition 12

Zi said on the river: "The deceased is like a man, and he does not give up day and night." Yes, the sun and the moon are like shuttles, time is like arrows, and time is like the tide, passing quickly, once gone Never return.

Memories are always beautiful. Opening the photo album of memories reminds me little by little of my wonderful memories that shine like diamonds...

I remember that I just entered elementary school from kindergarten. With a nervous and excited mood, I stepped into the primary school campus that I had thought about day and night and dreamed of. When I first entered elementary school, I had to attend the induction ceremony. It was early autumn, and the "autumn tiger" that everyone hated was coming. In addition, I was already afraid of the heat, so I was even more nervous when I participated in the induction ceremony. Drenched with sweat, I felt the big sweat beads running out of my hair, rolling down my cheeks, onto my neck, and finally slipped into my back, where they were sucked dry by my white shirt. My whole body felt dizzy, as if I was about to faint from the heat. I really wanted to apply for a rest at that time. But I cheered for myself silently in my heart and told myself that I must persist.

Finally, it’s time to wear a red scarf. I finally put on the red scarf dyed with the blood of the revolutionary martyrs. Although I was sweating profusely, I felt proud and honored in my heart. I finally became a young pioneer. This is what I dreamed of when I was a child. Whenever I see my brothers and sisters wearing bright red scarves and giving the team salute as the national anthem sounds, I feel a little bit more envious in my heart. I thought: When can I also wear a red scarf? Now, six years have passed and I am already a junior high school student. My childhood wish has been fulfilled, I will set more ambitious goals and strive for them. Although attending the induction ceremony was so difficult at the time, now it has become a beautiful memory for me.

Although our childhood memories are beautiful and innocent, we must also look to the future and have lofty ideals and ambitions. Close the album of memories and look to the vast future, and you will have better memories. Excellent Missing Essay 13

Missing stirs up the waves in the lake of our souls. Because we have lost, we miss it; and because we miss it, we can regain it.

——Inscription

I don’t know when, after saying goodbye to elegance, delicacy and implicitness, people said goodbye to nostalgia.

"The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down" is the posture of graceful catkins. I remember that people once praised her posture in the wind. "The golden willows by the river are the bride in the setting sun; the beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart." But nowadays, wicker is called synonymous with weakness.

I don’t know when the ancient songs were forgotten by people. "The moon moves through the white lotus-like clouds, and the evening breeze brings bursts of joyful songs..." "Let us swing the oars, and the boat pushes away the waves..." Songs that were often spoken in childhood, has been replaced by pop songs one after another. If you don't know popular songs, it seems that they have become obsolete in the new century and the "garbage" of the times.

I don’t know when the revolutionary spirit of hard work was forgotten. People only know how to drive a motorcycle and show off in the bustling downtown; they only know how to hide in a secret room and count their stacks of hundred-dollar bills; they only know how to sing and dance crazily in karaoke; they only know how to enjoy themselves in five-star hotels The beauty of life... "The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulties of the expedition, and it only waits for thousands of rivers and mountains." Everything is thrown out of the sky.

I don’t know when the beautiful natural scenery was replaced by tall buildings one after another. Hidden in the stone forest, you can't see the bright moon or the speckled starlight. There is only a thick wall around.

……

Oh, I don’t want it, I want to cry out for everything we have lost. Friends, please recall everything we once had. It was our mother who sang ancient folk songs to lull us to sleep every night; it was the spirit of hardship and simplicity that saved our country; it was the beautiful starry sky and nature that accompanied us through one journey after another. of spring and autumn.

Or, we have lost, but what we lost can be regained. Please open our hearts and let our beautiful memories last forever.

Missing makes the end of the world so close.

Remembering Excellent Essay 14

The memories of childhood are always green and wonderful, like a newly grown fruit, extremely sour, but can be savored carefully, but there is also a hint of sweetness. There were always a lot of interesting things in childhood, like the stars in the sky, which can’t be counted with both hands. I can only lay them out one by one in my heart, and slowly miss the good times in the past.

When I was young, my playmate was my neighbor’s brother, who was two years older than me. He always has a lot of wild and fantastic ideas, and he always makes some new games. Sometimes we would be quieter, copy and draw pictures on various miniature books, and then take the pictures to our parents to ask for money in exchange for sweets. Or fold white paper into small boats one after another, place them gently on the swaying creek in front of the door, and watch them drift away...

Of course, quiet After all, it is a minority. Our favorite game is still "Hoop Rolling". My brother’s grandfather is a carpenter, but he also knows a thing or two about iron tools. He often makes iron rings for us by hand. We usually start from the yard of my brother’s house, go to the path in front of the door, go for a walk in my yard, and then return to his house. Maybe because I was young at the time, I was not good at this type of game and often got hoops, but this did not affect my enjoyment of this game. When I have free time, I will take the hoop, run around in my yard, and practice repeatedly. After failing again and again, falling and standing up again and again, I bent down countless times to pick up the iron hoop that fell to the ground. Finally, I found the skill of rolling the hoop. When my friends and I played together again, they were all amazed at my progress.

Now that I have long moved away from the world that carried my beautiful childhood, all the shadows of my childhood seem to have disappeared. But the wonderful revelation brought to me by my childhood experience: "Nothing is difficult in the world, only for those who are willing" is firmly treasured in my heart. It inspires me again and again when I encounter difficulties, and allows me to overcome all kinds of difficulties in life. When times are difficult, regain confidence. I often miss the good old days. Missing Excellent Essay 15

Today, my mother said to me: "Today you can see the sea." When I heard this, I was so happy. Let me tell you quietly, I don’t like to watch the sea, but I heard my mother say that I can swim in the sea.

This trip to the beach was organized by friends of my parents. Among them was a kid who was younger than me named Ke Yicheng, nicknamed Xiao Ke. We all have cars, three in total!

After breakfast, we started to move. After getting on the expressway, after a while, we arrived at Baifeng Pier in Zhoushan. After getting on the boat, we arrived at Yadan Mountain - the name is really funny - and after a long time, we finally arrived at Shenjiamen. It was already very late at that time. After searching for a long time, I couldn't find a hotel with beds. I only stayed at a farmhouse in Wushitang. Why is this place called Wushitang? Let me tell you: because the seaside here is not sand, but stones, a lot of black pebbles, so it is called Wushitang.

The next day, we happened to catch up with the Zhujiajian Sand Sculpture Festival. Xiaoke and I bought sand sculpture tools and rushed in. After playing for a while, I found that sand sculptures are not very fun, but the sea is more fun. Xiaoke and I took off our coats and pants and ran into the sea. There were so many people on the sea, it was so fun. The waves hit me one by one. I used one move to push back all the waves. I was really a martial arts master!

On the third day, we went home. I really miss the beautiful sea!