The deepest memory of childhood is 500 words.

It's a sunny winter afternoon. I am on my way to the bookstore, and there are many pedestrians on both sides of the road. At this time, a young man dressed in fashion was eating a cake while walking, and then the wrapping paper of the next cake fell off. The paper floated low in the wind. I took a look and didn't answer it, thinking, "It's not mine anyway, it doesn't matter." Others just looked up at the paper falling to the ground bit by bit and didn't mean to pick it up. The original clean road suddenly has such a piece of waste paper, which is particularly conspicuous. But I walked into the bookstore by myself.

When buying books, I saw through the glass window that the plastic paper was still moving bit by bit with the wind. At this moment, an old lady on crutches came from a distance. She walked with difficulty, bent and hunched. The wind blew the paper on her feet. She lowered her head and looked around again. After a little hesitation, she bent down slowly and picked up the paper on the ground with her hands. Then I stood up bit by bit with my hands on the tree next to me, staggered to the trash can and carefully put the crumpled paper into the trash can. Immediately, she left casually again. I stood in front of the glass and watched her leave, and the aging back gave people a fragile feeling. When her figure disappeared into the sea of people, I realized that there were still many pedestrians on the roadside, just like me. I waited for a while and looked at the gray-haired old lady with admiration. I walked to the cashier with a book in my hand. I was ashamed of myself if I thought about it.

There will always be people or things that impress you everywhere in life. A drop of water can reflect the brightness of the sun. If you are a conscientious person, you will find lofty ideological quality and great spirit everywhere!

The deepest memory of childhood composition 500 words It was a sunny winter afternoon.

I am on my way to the bookstore, and there are many pedestrians on both sides of the road.

At this time, a young man dressed in fashion was eating a cake while walking, and then the wrapping paper of the next cake fell off.

The paper floated low in the wind.

I looked at it and didn't answer it, thinking, "it's not mine anyway, it doesn't matter."

"Others just looked up at the paper and fell to the ground bit by bit, without meaning to pick it up.

The original clean road suddenly has such a piece of waste paper, which is particularly conspicuous.

But I walked into the bookstore by myself.

When buying books, I saw through the glass window that the plastic paper was still moving bit by bit with the wind.

At this moment, an old lady on crutches came from a distance. She walked with difficulty, bent and hunched.

The wind blew the paper on her feet.

She lowered her head and looked around again.

After a little hesitation, she bent down slowly and picked up the paper on the ground with her hands. Then I stood up bit by bit with my hands on the tree next to me, staggered to the trash can and carefully put the crumpled paper into the trash can.

Immediately, she left casually again.

I stood in front of the glass and watched her leave, and the aging back gave people a fragile feeling.

When her figure disappeared into the sea of people, I realized that there were still many pedestrians on the roadside, just like me. I waited for a while and looked at the gray-haired old lady with admiration.

I walked to the cashier with a book in my hand. I was ashamed of myself if I thought about it.

There will always be people or things that impress you everywhere in life.

A drop of water can reflect the brightness of the sun.

If you are a conscientious person, you will find lofty ideological quality and great spirit everywhere!

Everyone has a golden childhood, full of laughter, joy and sadness.

However, the memory of childhood is also a fragrant and colorful flower, a brilliant treasure box full of little secrets, a clear and transparent silent river and a colorful dream with laughter.

Childhood stories are as numerous as stars in the starry sky, countless and endless.

Some stories have quietly disappeared in my mind with the passage of time, but there is one memorable event that has drawn an immortal long mark in my heart.

Then, I'll tell you about it! I remember I was in grade one.

One night, I was enjoying the charming night scene.

I saw the huge Milky Way through the deep and vast sky, pouring down from my head, really like a magnificent waterfall.

The bright and shining stars are like water splashing from a waterfall.

The moon smiles quietly on the eastern horizon. Like a quiet girl, shed soft and bright silver light on the world.

At this time, my mother came with light steps.

My mother smiled and said to me, "Sasha, if you get double marks in this midterm, I will give you 50 yuan."

"At that time, I was still young and I couldn't wait to win such a good prize.

Therefore, I look forward to getting that precious prize every day.

Maybe it's fate. In the mid-term exam, I didn't expect to really get a double hundred.

It was summer, sunny, cloudless and breezy in Wan Li. What a nice day! I walked on the road, because I passed the double hundred exams, and my face was full of sweet smiles.

Look at the thick-stemmed trees, blooming flowers and birds singing freely on the branches.

My mood has become cheerful. I want my mother to see my grades as soon as possible so that I can receive awards. I ran away quickly.

After a while, I came home panting.

However, the home is exceptionally quiet and there is no one there.

I am sweating like a pig. When I saw the delicious ice cream, my mouth was watering, so I took one and ate it to my heart's content.

While eating, I accidentally found my mother's wallet on the table.

I walked over and involuntarily picked up my mother's wallet.

At this time, a bad idea came to my mind: "Where did Mom go?" ? It doesn't matter. I might as well get the money myself. I won't take it now. I'll give it to my mother when she comes back.

"I thought like this, so I opened my mother's wallet without permission and only took a ticket for 20 yuan to go out and buy what I wanted.

When I came to the store, I first bought a long-awaited doll in gorgeous clothes, and then bought a lot of snacks.

After a while, 20 yuan's money was gone.

When I got home, I saw my mother had come back.

She found that 20 yuan's money was missing from her purse.

I was at a loss when I was young.

I thought, "I know my mother's temper."

Why did you take 20 yuan's money ... It's just asking for it, alas! "I saw my mother anxious, the in the mind is very timid, afraid of my mother doubt me. Will the remaining 30 yuan be gone? In order to hide my inner panic, I deliberately approached my mother to distract her.

In this way, although I managed to hide it for a day, I was always surrounded by fear, and my heart was like fifteen buckets of water-so anxious.

The next day in class, the teacher told us a story about honesty. The teacher spoke in depth. After listening, I seem to recall what I did at that time. I can't help regretting my mistake and deeply feel that I am all wet.

I seem to see a red scarf floating on my chest. She seemed to point at my nose and criticize me: "You are not an excellent young pioneer! Young pioneers should be honest, and you … "On my way home, I seemed to see tall and dense trees, gentle and beautiful flowers and lovely birds. They all seem dissatisfied with what I have done.

My mother was reading a newspaper when I got home.

I walked up to my mother and bowed my head in shame, ready to take the initiative to tell her about it.

Tell mom everything word for word.

Mom listened and asked me to sit down.

She said to me calmly and seriously, "Son, you passed the double hundred exams, and my mother will give you 50 yuan."

However, you can't take the money without your mother's consent. That's stealing.

When you grow up, you must know the truth about the secret money! Also, people can't buy back1.200 million gold without good faith! "After listening to my mother's kind teaching, my heart was suddenly enlightened.

From this, I understand a truth: if a person does something wrong, as long as you tell the truth sincerely, it will roll with the punches.

Although this matter has passed for a long time, when I think about it, my heart is gradually shrouded in a cloud, and I can't be happy.

Recalling the scene of shame, I suddenly felt on pins and needles. I'm so sad and regretful! Until now, I still can't forget that profound life lesson and my mother's meaningful words!

The most unforgettable memory of writing an unforgettable composition is listening to the radio alone and playing Farewell to the Station over and over again, which reminds me of an unforgettable scene in my memory. It was a summer vacation, and I took my brother and sister on the bus to Beijing.

Because mom and dad are there, several people live a happy life there, but the good time is only over a month, so I will take my brother and sister back to my hometown.

Because the school will start at that time.

At that time, I was only 14 or 15 years old, my sister was eight or nine years old and my brother was only six years old.

Three children ride home together for a day. Dad took us to the station, helped us buy tickets and arranged everything. Then we got on the bus.

I looked at my father in the car, and my father looked at the three of us anxiously below, and somehow tears unconsciously flowed to my cheeks.

At that time, I saw my always strong father shed tears.

I know how much my father doesn't want us to leave him. Other children are led by their parents, and we are three lonely children.

When I look at my brothers and sisters and those children, my eyes are full of envy.

But my heart is full of envy and sadness.

I want to redouble my efforts to take care of them and try to make them feel that their parents are around.

However, no matter how hard you try, how can a 15-year-old child take care of his brother and sister like his parents? Look at dad's red eyes full of apologies and worries.

I know how much my father wants to come home with us! However, there are still many things waiting for him to deal with, and he will make a determined effort to let us three children go through that long journey together.

Let my older children take care of them.

And the three of us got carsick one by one, and my father and I kept crying. My brothers and sisters saw it and cried, and the three of us were in tears.

It also attracted the attention of the passengers on the bus, and at one time my father felt more painful and uncomfortable.

At the moment when the car was about to leave, my father waved and chased the car, and our hearts were like needles.

How many times has my face been washed by tears unconsciously?

In that scene, our father and daughter separated, and we didn't see each other for a year, only talking on the phone.

Dad, do you know how much your daughter misses you? & ampgt； Hope to adopt

An unforgettable life is rich and colorful. I think people's memories are unforgettable, and there may be unforgettable and interesting memories. In my childhood, what I can recall is like countless memories. Let me talk about my unforgettable memories. I hope readers will forgive my ignorance and innocence and criticize my mistakes after reading it. I remember when I was three years old, I was very funny and often thought of many ideas. One day, my mother bought me a car and I took it with me when I went to kindergarten. After I went, my good friends came to play with my car, so I gave it to them, but it was boring after playing for a while. Then we came up with an idea. We saw a female classmate with long braids. I said we should see if the car can climb to long hair. I am the only one who has a difficult task. I ran to sit next to my female classmate and waited for her not to pay attention. Turn on the switch and carefully put it on the middle hair, only to see that the car didn't go up, not that her hair was twisted in. Three seconds later, I heard an eagle cry in her mouth. I think people with some experience should know what happened after the teacher heard it, so I won't say much here. This is a short story that I will never forget. Everyone has a different memory. Say it for everyone to share and have fun with everyone.

Composition: Impressive people Impressive people In everyone's memory ocean, there are some people who will make you unforgettable for various reasons and thus be stored in your memory warehouse.

In my heart, there are many people that I can't forget. The most unforgettable one is Mr. Chen, who gave me the fifth grade Chinese.

Teacher Chen is an experienced and knowledgeable old teacher in our school.

He gives us meticulous care in life.

After a trip to physical education class, we had a full head of sweat. We're just sweating and taking off our clothes.

Teacher Chen found out, and he was afraid that our catching cold would affect our class.

Mr. Chen, let's get dressed quickly. Your words warm our hearts like spring breeze.

Teacher Chen, you not only care about us in life, but more importantly, you ask us to study carefully.

I remember it was a Sunday. Here's the thing.

I finished my math homework on Saturday, so I put off my Chinese homework until tomorrow.

On Sunday, my aunt's child came to our house and played with him all day, but forgot to do his homework.

I didn't remember my Chinese homework until I went to bed at night.

At this time, I quickly took out my Chinese homework and made it up.

However, just after doing a few questions, the eyelids began to fight.

I was so sleepy that I wanted to go to school tomorrow to make up for it! The next day in class, the teacher said a question, and I made one.

The teacher always looked down on me, so he came to see me and found that I didn't do my homework.

Seriously said to me: "Make up your homework and come to my office to write a checklist."

"At that time, I was ten thousand unconvinced. I learned afterwards that it was for my own good.

I will never forget you-Miss Chen.

...

Thank you for the wind blowing through the lake in my heart, rippling layers of ripples, falling flowers in my memory one after another, weaving into colorful dreams, let me look for beautiful pictures in the ocean of life. In my mind, there are also many spring-like memories, whether it is beautiful moments or youthful years ... and I am like a breeze, I don't know how many seasons I have blown and I am growing. Still looking for the best moment in "spring" and turning it into the best memory in human life. The lake of life rises and falls, I am looking for it and floating. What am I looking for? Is the true meaning of life? Or spiritual comfort? Mo, this scene made me feel relieved-an old man was quietly passing through an alley with a hot water basin. Unfortunately, a group of children were playing football when suddenly the ball flew to the old man.

I suddenly tightened my heartstrings.

If this goes on, won't the old man be scalded by this boiling water? Just then, a "silent figure" came out and turned the ball back.

I smiled happily and looked at the old man, still walking peacefully ... Suddenly I felt that the silent figure was so tall ... I smiled and continued to float.

Store it in the depths of my mind as a spring-like memory ..... Childhood is like a colorful dream, which has passed.

I quietly watched the lively and lovely children running, chasing, playing and frolicking on the grass, so happy! Spring is the season for children, and it is also a warm and happy season.

Look, those children are flying kites happily! How happy and free! This reminds me of my childhood ... but the children accidentally entangled the kite with the branches, and the children were helpless because the tree was really high.

No matter how the children jump around, they can't get it.

Some children just sat on the ground crying ... I couldn't help frowning.

At this moment, a runner stretched out his long thin hand and jumped. Kite, runaway wild horse, finally subdued! The kite finally returned to the children. The children showed their purest smiles, and the silent "tall figure" gradually faded away. At this time, people's hearts were very comfortable ... I was relieved and smiled again. Here, I have the most beautiful spring-like memories.

In fact, these beautiful moments and these beautiful shots are all around us, but we don't have an eternal love to find beauty. Let's discover beauty and turn it into the best memories in our life, and bloom the most beautiful flowers for our life every moment to make our life wonderful! Look, that spring-like memory reappears in my mind-

Composition: I remember one thing deeply, that is, everyone has a golden childhood, full of laughter, joy and sadness.

However, the memory of childhood is also a fragrant and colorful flower, a brilliant treasure box full of little secrets, a clear and transparent silent river and a colorful dream with laughter.

Childhood stories are as numerous as stars in the starry sky, countless and endless.

Some stories have quietly disappeared in my mind with the passage of time, but there is one memorable event that has drawn an immortal long mark in my heart.

Then, I'll tell you about it! I remember I was in grade one.

One night, I was enjoying the charming night scene.

I saw the huge Milky Way through the deep and vast sky, pouring down from my head, really like a magnificent waterfall.

The bright and shining stars are like water splashing from a waterfall.

The moon smiles quietly on the eastern horizon. Like a quiet girl, shed soft and bright silver light on the world.

At this time, my mother came with light steps.

My mother smiled and said to me, "Sasha, if you get double marks in this midterm, I will give you 50 yuan."

"At that time, I was still young and I couldn't wait to win such a good prize.

Therefore, I look forward to getting that precious prize every day.

Maybe it's fate. In the mid-term exam, I didn't expect to really get a double hundred.

It was summer, sunny, cloudless and breezy in Wan Li. What a nice day! I walked on the road, because I passed the double hundred exams, and my face was full of sweet smiles.

Look at the thick-stemmed trees, blooming flowers and birds singing freely on the branches.

My mood has become cheerful. I want my mother to see my grades as soon as possible so that I can receive awards. I ran away quickly.

After a while, I came home panting.

However, the home is exceptionally quiet and there is no one there.

I am sweating like a pig. When I saw the delicious ice cream, my mouth was watering, so I took one and ate it to my heart's content.

While eating, I accidentally found my mother's wallet on the table.

I walked over and involuntarily picked up my mother's wallet.

At this time, a bad idea came to my mind: "Where did Mom go?" ? It doesn't matter. I might as well get the money myself. I won't take it now. I'll give it to my mother when she comes back.

"I thought like this, so I opened my mother's wallet without permission and only took a ticket for 20 yuan to go out and buy what I wanted.

When I came to the store, I first bought a long-awaited doll in gorgeous clothes, and then bought a lot of snacks.

After a while, 20 yuan's money was gone.

When I got home, I saw my mother had come back.

She found that 20 yuan's money was missing from her purse.

I was at a loss when I was young.

I thought, "I know my mother's temper."

Why did you take 20 yuan's money ... It's just asking for it, alas! "I saw my mother anxious, the in the mind is very timid, afraid of my mother doubt me. Will the remaining 30 yuan be gone? In order to hide my inner panic, I deliberately approached my mother to distract her.

In this way, although I managed to hide it for a day, I was always surrounded by fear, and my heart was like fifteen buckets of water-so anxious.

The next day in class, the teacher told us a story about honesty. The teacher spoke in depth. After listening, I seem to recall what I did at that time. I can't help regretting my mistake and deeply feel that I am all wet.

I seem to see a red scarf floating on my chest. She seemed to point at my nose and criticize me: "You are not an excellent young pioneer! Young pioneers should be honest, and you … "On my way home, I seemed to see tall and dense trees, gentle and beautiful flowers and lovely birds. They all seem dissatisfied with what I have done.

My mother was reading a newspaper when I got home.

I walked up to my mother and bowed my head in shame, ready to take the initiative to tell her about it.

Tell mom everything word for word.

Mom listened and asked me to sit down.

She said to me calmly and seriously, "Son, you passed the double hundred exams, and my mother will give you 50 yuan."

However, you can't take the money without your mother's consent. That's stealing.

When you grow up, you must know the truth about the secret money! Also, people can't buy back1.200 million gold without good faith! "After listening to my mother's kind teaching, my heart was suddenly enlightened.

From this, I understand a truth: if a person does something wrong, as long as you tell the truth sincerely, it will roll with the punches.

Although this matter has passed for a long time, when I think about it, my heart is gradually shrouded in a cloud, and I can't be happy.

Recalling the scene of shame, I suddenly felt on pins and needles. I'm so sad and regretful! Until now, I still can't forget that profound life lesson and my mother's meaningful words!

I remember when I was in the third grade, my parents were going to Baise for a business trip and repeatedly told me, "You should watch your writing homework at home and don't always want to play games online.

"After mom and dad left, I opened the book.

After a while, I felt restless and looked for entertainment in the living room. Suddenly, my eyes stopped at the computer. "No, no, I can't let the computer confuse me any more.

"I tried to control myself.

Suddenly, two elves appeared in my mind.

One said, "You should restrain yourself. Persistence is victory.

The other said, "Come on, open it. Don't you want to play computer games now? " My strong imagination enables me to turn on the computer.

I started playing fantasy westward journey online games.

I chose knight errant and entered the game.

I first found the pet fairy and got a pet-dragon.

The pet fairy told me to go to the stage to find the braggart and ask him if he had cured her little turtle. After accepting the task, I immediately went to the stage to find the braggart, who said, "The little turtle has been cured. Bring it to me. "

"After I show it to the pet fairy.

Incredibly rose to level six.

He also gave me a giant frog that can spray water and a star magic sword.

I came to Beibu Gulf to shoot turtles.

After I hit three turtles in a row, I was promoted to level seven again. Then I went on to kill ten sea caterpillars in the caves in the East China Sea, and the level rose by two levels. I kept playing and playing.

Play at night, forget all about eating and sleeping, and throw dad's words outside the cloud nine.

Suddenly, my parents don't know when they stood beside me. I was shocked and thought; "To be scolded.

My father didn't get angry with me, but patiently educated me and said to me, "son, you should read more books and don't concentrate on playing games."

"After listening to my words, I reflected on myself and felt that it was very wrong to do so.

Therefore, I made up my mind that I must get rid of the bad habit of playing computer games, try to restrain myself and try to get rid of this bad habit.

Don't make the same mistake again.

In my memory, there are many unforgettable things, but what impressed me most was my grandmother's birthday.

March 18 is grandma's birthday.

In the morning, the alarm clock rang at 6: 30 on time, and grandma was still awake. I quietly changed the alarm clock to nine o'clock and gently closed the curtains. I try not to make a sound, for fear of waking grandma.

Grandma woke up at seven o'clock and asked, "Jessica Hester Hsuan, what time is it?" "Oh, it's early, grandma. The alarm clock will ring then, "I replied with a smile.

So grandma lay down and slept again.

I crept into my clothes, and then I woke up my aunt and uncle.

My aunt and father use computers in the study. I opened the drawing board and prepared to draw a sketch for grandma. My aunt is blowing colored balloons in the living room. I closed the door of grandma's bedroom so that grandma wouldn't hear our every move.

After painting, the balloon has been blown out. We string one balloon after another with thread, like soap bubbles flying all over the sky.

At nine o'clock, the alarm clock rang and grandma got up. We quickly hid the balloon from grandma.

When grandma walked into the living room, we loudly said to grandma, "Happy birthday!" " "Grandma stupefied. She forgot that today was her birthday, and then she was too happy to speak.

At ten o'clock, the family went to Nanping for a day and had a good meal.

When I got home at night, the whole building flashed with faint lights, and my aunt went in first. I stood at the door and told grandma to close her eyes.

I looked at my aunt, and she made an "OK" gesture, so I said to my grandmother, "Grandma, open your eyes.

"Grandma was shocked. There is a big birthday cake on the table. The cake is full of birthday candles, surrounded by a circle of flashing lights, and colorful balloons are hung everywhere on the wall.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you …" We clapped our hands and sang a birthday song, and grandma's eyes were wet with excitement.

Then we had a small birthday party, and the whole family sang and danced together, and had a good time.

This day, let me never forget!

Listening to the radio alone and playing Farewell to the Station over and over again reminded me of an unforgettable scene in my memory. It was a summer vacation, and I took my brother and sister on the bus to Beijing. Because of my parents, several families lived a happy life, but the good times only lasted for more than a month, so I had to take my brother and sister back to my hometown. At that time, the school was about to start. My sister is eight or nine years old and my brother is only six years old. It takes three children a day to go home by bus. Dad took us to the station, helped us buy tickets and arranged everything. After that, we got on the bus. I looked at my father in the car, and my father looked at the three of us anxiously below, and somehow tears unconsciously flowed to my cheeks. At that time, I saw my strong father shed tears. I know how much my father is. Other children are led by their parents, and we are three lonely children. When I look at my brothers and sisters, my eyes are full of envy. But my heart is full of envy and sadness. I want to redouble my efforts to take care of them and try to make them feel that their parents are around. However, no matter how hard I try, how can a fifteen-year-old child take care of his younger brother and sister like his parents? Look at dad's red eyes full of apologies and worries. I know how much he wants to come home with us! However, there are still many things waiting for him to deal with, and he must make up his mind to let the three of us walk the long journey together. Let my older children take care of their two children. Moreover, the three of us are carsick, and my father and I have been crying. When my brothers and sisters saw it, they all cried, and the three of us were in tears. It also attracted the attention of passengers on the bus. At that time, my father's heart was more painful and uncomfortable. At the moment when the bus was about to leave, dad waved and chased the car, and our hearts were like needles. My face has been washed many times by tears unconsciously. In that scene, our father and daughter were separated, and we didn't meet for another year, just talking on the phone. Dad, do you know how much your daughter misses you?

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