A composition recalling the past.

A composition recalling the past (General 17)

No matter in school or in society, everyone has been exposed to composition. The composition must be elaborated around the theme and the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is a collection of essays carefully compiled by Bian Xiao (synthesis 17). Welcome to read the collection.

A composition recalling the past 1

In retrospect, everyone has many unforgettable stories. The love of relatives, the bright moon in my hometown and the interesting things in my childhood are all treasured in our memories. Recalling the past can make us relive the joy and let us know about life; It can remind us to cherish today and spur us to work harder to create tomorrow.

Past events are like pearls, stringing together colorful childhood. Looking through my photo album, diary, growth manual, it seems to be back in the past. Looking back on your own experience, you can see the growth footprint of Zhanjiang people.

I have the hardest thing to forget, which makes me sad.

Last year, my grandfather was ill, and finally I didn't know what to say. When I was a child, my grandfather was the best to me. Because of this, I miss my grandfather very much. Before he died, he was the best to me, and I loved my grandfather. But since grandpa left, I don't know how many times I cried. But I think this matter will definitely pass. I have been trying to make myself happy, and now I am much happier. I want to tell you, don't let the parents in this area disappoint you because of a little thing. We are the flowers of 2 1 century, so we must win glory for this motherland and not lose the face of the motherland.

When we are sad, you must think: I will try my best. I didn't do well this time, so I will do better next time. I will do my best.

Remembering the past two years composition II

Today, I accidentally found a denture cover on my desk at home. I picked it up and recalled a childhood story. When I was three years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Every time my grandfather brushes his teeth, he always takes his teeth out of his mouth and brushes them. I was curious, so I tried to take them out of my mouth, but I couldn't. I stamped my feet with anger.

Then I thought, am I too weak? As a result, I found a small pliers and was about to pull it out. My mother stopped me. She called me a false tooth. It suddenly dawned on me that it was a bit ridiculous in retrospect, but it was a part of my life.

Remembering the past three years composition 3

Six years have passed, and I am about to enter junior high school, adolescence and childhood, and there is no longer that happy Children's Day. When my study began to be tense, I began to recall that ridiculous past.

I remember at that time, I just entered the third grade, and I just met my friend. I play with them. In order to amuse them, I caught a lot of earthworms to amuse them, which scared them to croak and made them happy. This is our stupidity and naivety. I remember that winter, it snowed heavily and the campus was frozen. After class, we ran out crazily. As a result, we just went out and were about to go downstairs. As a result, everyone was torn down and we laughed. Looking back, what a naive laugh it was. That Sunday, several of our partners made an appointment to go out to play together. That day, one of my partners borrowed two electric cars, and I asked one partner to take them with me. There are two companions, one with him and the other sitting. We laughed happily. At this time, there was a plop from behind, and another' ah'. I rushed over and saw that they were already scarred. At first, one of my partners almost cried, but after a while, we looked at the scar. A small piece of meat fell off a buddy's little toe, and we laughed again. Later, they went to repair the wound and felt much better. On the way home, we were ashamed to meet people, but we still smiled. Recalling how happy the past was, the ridiculous past turned into a beautiful memory.

A composition recalling the past

Everyone has a wonderful childhood past, and what happened in childhood is often full of childlike interest and interesting. Recalling my childhood, I recall the day when I was in the third grade, Teacher's Day. I came to school as usual. As soon as I entered the school gate, I was called into the classroom by my classmates. When I came to the classroom, I saw the words "Happy Teacher's Day" written on the blackboard, only to remember that today is the festival for our teachers who work hard day and night to correct their homework.

Before class, the students all returned to the classroom, which was very happy. After the bell rang, the teacher finally gave us hope, and the students were all ready to set off. As soon as the teacher opened the door, the students shouted "Happy Teacher's Day!" The teacher smiled sympathetically, as beautiful as a fairy. We all warmly applauded the arrival of Teacher's Day. You can imagine how happy, happy and excited we were at that time!

In that class, when the teacher was in class, we listened carefully; When the teacher asks questions, we raise our hands to answer them. Generally speaking, that class is the best memory of my life.

Recalling that incident, I also smiled sympathetically.

Memory is a cup of fragrant coffee, full of fragrance; The past is a fragrance of flowers, refreshing. With the repetition of childhood events, I unconsciously went back to the past and planted many fruits in beautiful lakes and villages. Children like to eat fruit very much, especially in the season when local persimmons are ripe. We are very happy. On weekends, three people and two people compete to herd cattle, in fact, in order to steal persimmons and satisfy narrow-mindedness. Of course, I am no exception. As soon as we came to the hillside, we couldn't wait to tie the cow rope to the stone and stump, and then went straight to the nearby persimmon forest. Climb the tree if you drop the trunk, hit it with a bamboo pole if you take it, and keep watch if you are small. Sometimes the watchman can't stand his temper, so he runs under the tree and begs, "Give me a food and I'll give you a cow later." "Well, be sure to give me a cow. Take it. " He threw him a big red persimmon. Everyone wolfed down persimmons. After that, my mouth was stained with yellow juice, just like lip gloss. Guys, look at me. I look at you. I can't help laughing. Sometimes, if you have enough courage, you can not observe. The consequence is that you are caught by the old man who looks at persimmons and handed over to your parents or teachers. Inevitably, you will learn another lesson. Light will criticize education, heavy will beat and scold punishment. I have promised countless times. At that time, it may have changed even then. But when the persimmons are ripe next year, the old problems will be made again.

Childhood events are like stars in the sky, endless and countless. They enrich childhood life and decorate childhood dreams.

A composition recalling the past 6

Time runs with the annual rings of the space shuttle, and a semester has passed. When sorting out these books that accompany me day and night, I found that the dribs and drabs of the past six months beat the dusty memories like waves. A test paper slipped from the book, like a boat at the foot, and picked it up gently. The bright red 60 strokes hit the pain and regret buried in my heart for a long time. It was a hot afternoon, and the class teacher Liu came in with a stack of papers. "Exam!" As soon as the voice fell, everyone picked up their pens. After a panic, everyone was immersed in the answer. Only I am worried about the dazzling sunshine, because I am near the windowsill. The sunburn on my face is very serious. I glanced at my deskmate with a crooked face and saw her head buried and her pen moving quickly on the paper. At this moment, Mr. Liu came and knocked on my desk, then pointed to the corner behind the classroom and said, "Move over there and do it!" " "I'm glad to move the table. But I heard a whisper behind me: "Look, the teacher finally found out that she cheated in the exam!" " "Yes, it's no wonder that exams are higher than me before. Can the math class representative be next to her? "Oh my God! My mind suddenly blurred. I mechanically moved from the window to the corner under the gaze of the whole class. The dazzling sunshine is gone, but my face is hotter and my whole body is fighting. I worked hard for dozens of days and nights, but they refused. Even the affable teacher Liu doesn't trust me? Why did you praise my progress in front of my classmates the other day? Everything makes me laugh. All I can do is prove myself to them. I raised my pen to prove to them, but the scenes just now still appeared in front of me like lingering things, and the semester was over. The results of the exam can be imagined. Later, I calmed down and felt that Mr. Liu asked me to go to the back out of concern. The students misunderstood the teacher's meaning, and I misunderstood the teacher's kindness. Think about my innocence, my fragility, and how much pain I still have in my heart. composition

A composition recalling the past

I leaned against the window alone, looking at the waning moon, and fell into deep memories of the past. The word "grandpa" is kind to everyone, just like a spring soaking dry soil, it is happy. Grandpa once gave me love as broad as spring rain, but it added warmth to my childhood.

I was brought up by my grandparents, and I was particularly dependent on my grandfather, even beyond my attachment to my parents. Although he is nearly old, he is not lacking in love for life. He likes to wear this dark trench coat and often wears a pair of reading glasses with yellow lenses. While reading the newspaper in the chair outside, I smiled at me riding a four-wheeled vehicle; Or walk in the park with his hand like a root carving holding my sticky and wet little hand; Or when I have a rest, I can read something useful in the newspaper and bring me cool care with a big cattail fan.

Grandpa not only cares about me in life, but also teaches me the truth of being a man with his behavior.

It was a hot and sunny day. Grandpa and I were so bored at home that we went out to play. Grandpa and I were laughing while walking. Who knows, a middle school student who rode to school accidentally bumped into Grandpa, and the middle school student was so anxious that he cried. Grandpa, who never cried, also left tears because of severe pain. Who knows, grandpa didn't blame the middle school student, but said to him, "You'll be fine if you're not careful. Go, go! " Don't be late for school! The middle school students left with tears of gratitude, but grandpa was sent to hospital for more than a month because of a lumbar fracture, but grandpa didn't take it to heart afterwards and said half jokingly, "Look! This also enjoys the treatment of the sick! "At that time, I was moved to tears by my grandfather's great feelings. Grandpa, grandpa, how many people admire your spirit but are unable to do it!

Grandpa's love for me is extraordinary.

Do you remember? That year, you suffered from rheumatism, and the severe pain mercilessly scratched your old face several times. But that day I clamored for cream buns, and my mother asked me to buy them myself on the phone, but you wouldn't let me because you were worried that I was tired and frozen, forcing me to buy them myself. Mom hurriedly stopped you on the phone. I wouldn't let you go like a sensible person, but you said, "Nothing, I'll do some activities." Finally, you went out alone and I looked out the window. A chubby body trudged along in the snow. I regret it. I shouted to you outside the window, indicating that I wanted to go down, but you waved to me in the cold wind and said angrily, "What are you shouting?" Take your head back quickly, don't freeze! " When I came, my face was purple with cold and my hands were cold. I saw it, threw myself into your arms and held your hand tightly. But you said indifferently, "What is this? Eat while it's hot, greedy cat! " "

But grandpa, on the night of April 20th, you left your family forever and went to another country because of acute cerebral hemorrhage. You left, but your great love for your grandson has been branded in his heart and will always be treasured in his heart!

A composition recalling the past

I have left many wonderful memories in my life. They are like pearls shining on the beach, so you can pick them up and chew them carefully from time to time.

At night, it was horribly quiet, and there was not even a breath of wind. A few scattered stars in the sky blinked, and several fires in the distance have gone out, but I still can't sleep on the sofa for a long time.

There is Emil Wakin Chau's Friends on the radio, which reminds me of the day I left my alma mater:

It's raining. I'm walking around the campus with an umbrella. How beautiful it is here ―― the flowers are in full bloom and the trees are shaded. Once upon a time, there were laughter and books everywhere. However, soon, I will leave this beautiful campus and embark on the road of studying in a different place.

The flagpole is erected on campus, and we held a flag-raising ceremony here on Monday morning. On that playground, we left the passion when we held the school sports meeting.

The teaching building is in front of me, so kind and familiar, which reminds me of Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge. "I left quietly, just as I came gently." In a blink of an eye, the past has vanished. Only the kind face of the teacher and the childish face of the friend are left. Unforgettable Unforgettable, why did you come so soon?

I suspect:

It is the sunshine that we come and go inadvertently every day; It is a beautiful dandelion flower, flying gently and falling leisurely.

My alma mater is my glass shell.

I want to stay inside forever, I know, it's a daydream, impossible. Finally, I walked out of my glass shell and stared at the future in the sun. On that day, I found that the sky and the soil were in harmony.

In this way, I left.

Now I often indulge in the past, but I know that as time goes by, that is the past and I can't come back.

A composition recalling the past

Open the photo album, a graduation photo comes into view, and the memory goes back to primary school and that place at that time. I can't help laughing at the thought of him. At that time, the circle he lived in was really small, and the circle of the school was even smaller. In primary school, he was a big shot. At school, he was notorious for being naughty. He is the most troublesome student for the teacher, and it breaks the heart of the class teacher.

God really cares for me. I have been unlucky for eight generations. The teacher just let me sit at the same table with him. Alas, it is inevitable to accommodate his naughty childishness.

The deskmate always likes "provocation": if you want to ask a question, you can knock your head with a pen and drink "the drink of the wise" at the same time. Put my scraps of paper and words together, read them out loud and say something that makes people laugh and cry. When I was so angry that I couldn't speak, he smiled as if he were proud of something.

His greatest career is sleeping. He often wakes up after class. His mouth is not idle, humming "I love you, love you, just like a mouse loves rice" all day. Once I was thinking about a topic and was interrupted by his song "Beauty". I shouted angrily, "What are you singing? If the mouse loves rice, let it sing to rice. Are you a mouse? "

"Shout what roar? Our eyes are as big as those of cattle, and we resolutely implement the policy of good-neighborliness and friendship. Besides, good men don't fight with women. "

"Dogs don't spit ivory."

"You spit one out for me." Well, that would be equivalent to scolding me for putting up with it. Since the enemy is so arrogant as to ignite the fuse of war, it is useless to pester him anyway. I stared and prepared to do it.

"A gentleman talks but doesn't do it."

"I am not a gentleman, take it." He tasted my strength, didn't dare to parry, and ran away despondently. He still remembers shouting, "Heroes don't eat immediate losses, it's best to plan thirty-six."

It used to be a pleasure to want to sit at the same table, but now we have to go our separate ways. Thinking of these, our hearts are numb and crisp, and there is an essay 10 recalling the past.

Lying quietly on the endless prairie, breathing fresh air, watching the cotton-like clouds floating in the blue sky, and listening to the sound of cattle and sheep grazing around, this scene will inevitably arouse people's reverie, but I recall flying kites last year.

We organize to fly kites on Sunday. Everyone rushed out of the house, crossed the road and finally came to a green wheat field. Guo Hehua first picked up the kite and began to play. Guo puts a string in front and Hua drags a kite behind. Not to mention, they work well together. Driven by the breeze, the kite gradually flew higher and higher. At first, it was like a bird stopping and almost touching a telephone pole. Later, the kite slowly seemed to feel the feeling of flying, flying higher and higher. But boys are happy and don't know anything about compassion. Let's catch up slowly, but we finally caught up.

It's our turn to play. Zhao Bibo and Hua Yujiao go first. Hua Yujiao ran in front and shook the line, while Zhao Bibo dragged the kite behind, as if she were enemies with Zhao Bibo. This made us all ecstatic when we just flew a little, but in a blink of an eye, a pot of cold water came down again-the kite sagged again. This can make Zhao Bibo tired to death. Finally, she had to exert all her strength. Sure enough, many things happen, and the kite flies!

When everyone sat down to have a rest, I quietly walked up to the kite and tied it around my waist, thinking that the kite could take me to the blue sky or get a crossing or something! I want to fly with open arms, and my feet start running wildly. For an instant, I really seemed to fly to the blue sky and white clouds to shake hands, embrace the sun, and the spring breeze caressed my face. If this is a dream, I would rather live in it forever. I just opened my eyes and found that it was my friend who smiled and recalled the past. 1 1.

Time ticks like a thunderstorm and goes as fast as lightning. Time flies. What will I do in the sea of people? Remember, that was me many years ago. What can I do then? Reading at school, making noise.

At that time, my classmates and I were playing noisily on the playground, but we had a fight. Both he and I were called to the office by the teacher. When the teacher was ready to call his parents, his parents connected the phone. But I secretly took out my mother's mobile phone card and pressed it, and there was no phone bill. Because of this, the teacher asked me to go home and call my parents, but I refused to call them anyway, because I knew it was my own business, and I had to bear it myself if I made a mistake, and I didn't want my parents to know that once they did.

But the class teacher used a very strict method, and told me not to sit down in class and after class until I called my parents. My personality is very stubborn. Then I couldn't stand the important things, so I secretly took my classmate's chair to sit. However, the class teacher immediately found out and asked me to punish him. I came out of the office, sweating like a pig. Finally, I couldn't help it. I went to school this morning. After breakfast, I sent them to school without telling them. Actually, I secretly went to the Internet cafe to play games with others. The next day, I went to school. When the teacher found out, he asked me to go to the principal's office. The headmaster said I had to call his parents, but I couldn't get through several times. However, let me suspend classes. Since classes are closed, let's go out to play.

It's been 10 days since I went to the Internet cafe every day. Finally, the teacher found out that I was in the Internet cafe every morning without telling my parents. However, she still seems to know nothing. Maybe she didn't treat me like a student. Then, I didn't go to class for dozens of days. Finally, my parents knew and asked me again and again. "Son, do you really want to study? If you really don't want to study, then don't study. At least don't go out and surf the internet again. There are bad people in Internet cafes. " Mom: "Forget it, don't read it. Maybe I have nothing to learn. I'm too lazy to go to school every day, so go out. " That's it. Remember this is April 24th, 20xx. ! I will feel it with my heart!

A composition recalling the past 12

Light tea gives me a refreshing fragrance; A pure mountain flower gives me charming fragrance. The tea was cold and the flowers were ruined, leaving me with only an infinite aftertaste, which I enjoyed very much.

That night, the old banyan tree dropped fruit all over the floor. I squatted down and tried one, but my father slapped me on the back of my hand, and tears of injustice flowed out of my eyes. The father said regretfully and lovingly, "Son, you can't eat this fruit." Dad will buy you some food. "After that, he put me on the swing and gently pushed me up. Swing is every child's dream. I looked at the sky happily, laughing nonstop, and wanted to fly to the moon's cot in this boat. I looked back at my father and saw his face drifting away and near, and his short stubble; I saw a light brighter than the moon in my father's eyes. Father is the bed of the moon. Oh, I am immersed in deep fatherly love!

That Sunday, I slept next to my good friend and smelled her hair. She looked at the shadows outside the window with endless melancholy in her eyes. "What should I do? I lied to my parents. " She sighed softly. I leaned my head on her shoulder and said, "Never mind, come clean. Honesty is the best forgiveness for yourself. " My good friend gently stroked my long black hair and said, "Well, you have to support me." Anyway, I have the courage to go on with you. You are an angel sent to me by God. "I heard that, I couldn't calm down for a long time until I fell asleep in her warm breath. Oh, that faint friendship!

That afternoon, I listened to crickets singing and counted the deep and shallow wrinkles on the teacher's face. I couldn't hear what she said 800 miles away. I dare not ask, let alone confess. "Do you understand what I said?" The teacher asked. I quickly came to my senses and bowed my head and said, "Teacher, I don't understand." "Then I'll say it again." The teacher said softly. I looked up in surprise and thought the teacher would scold me. I can't find a trace of impatience in her face. As the school bell rang, the teacher's voice was hoarse. How I wish there was no end to this afternoon. Even after sunset, crickets are still singing. Oh, that pure teacher-student relationship!

The past is like tea, like a mountain flower. When it turns into the past, it leaves people with endless reverie and beautiful memories. Looking back on the long road of life, why not have more rational feelings and enjoy it?