Write down those unforgettable days.

In life, work and study, everyone is familiar with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Still at a loss for composition? The following is an unforgettable composition I compiled for you. I hope it will help you.

Those unforgettable days 1 Chinese New Year is a day for family reunion, and it is also my most unforgettable day.

Every Spring Festival, my sister MengMeng will go back to her hometown from Shenzhen, which is almost the only day I can see her in a year.

MengMeng is four years younger than me. Because we don't see each other often, I only remember that she is cute, with short braids and a sweet smile. Every time she comes back, everyone is happy, and I am no exception.

There was a heavy snow during the Spring Festival. Seeing the snow, we are all very excited and will go out to play regardless of our mother's dissuasion. There is a big threshing floor in front of my hometown, with a lot of snow on it. Oh! You can play with snow! We ran out with a bang. The snow outside is still falling bit by bit, floating on me, which is very fun. There is no snow in winter in Shenzhen, so MengMeng feels very novel. He grabbed a pile of snow and began to play. It didn't snow before that, and we were all very excited. What a heavy snow! Is this snow delicious? I really want to make it into a cake! I took a heart-shaped basket, filled it with snow, compacted it and poured it on the snowdrift. There is a heart-shaped pile of snow on the snowdrift. MengMeng clapped his hands, put a few more, piled them up layer by layer, and ate the sorbet! I am like a child of her age, playing together and laughing happily at the same time. "

Oh! It's snowing. The snow stopped and melted. If it doesn't snow, won't the snow on the ground disappear I was a little sad, but I suddenly thought of a way to catch up with the school and then scatter it in the sky, hehe! The snow is coming again!

Because we didn't wear gloves when playing with snow, our hands turned red with cold after playing for more than ten minutes. Mom didn't allow us to play, so we went back to the house, gasped, put our hands together in mom's warm electric fire bucket, and then let mom blow dry one by one with electric wind. However, just after blowing, we went out to play again, and no one could stop us!

That carefree time is really hard to forget! Unfortunately, it hasn't snowed much in recent years. The truth is playing with snow again!

Those unforgettable days composition 2 Go to Yan Temple in March

May 16 is a special day. We came to Sunshine Primary School, got on the bus and walked into the practice base of quality education for young people in Yan Temple. Along the way, laughter. Soon we arrived at our destination.

When we first arrived at Yan Temple, we didn't have the care and care of our parents. We should not only tuck ourselves in, but also wash the dishes ourselves. When you get to the girls' apartment, go and get the quilt cover first. Back to the dormitory, we were very busy, all in a hurry, and finally packed up. We were all lying in bed, panting with fatigue.

Emotional traffic class

When we came here, we watched a short film in the first traffic safety class, all of which were traffic accidents. We looked at those horrible pictures, those bloody faces and their loved ones, and our hearts were filled with emotion. Next, the teacher asked again, "Do you know what the action of the traffic police uncle who commanded on the road means?" Come and learn the actions commanded by several traffic police uncles! " Finally, the teacher made a comparison and praised me for doing well!

A "haunted event" that makes people laugh and cry.

At the end of one day's class, we returned to the apartment and suddenly heard a scream from the opposite side. When we opened the door, all the members of dormitory 305 cried. When I asked, they said they found a terrible note in the closet. As soon as I heard it, I was scared. "What should I do?" At this time, it's time for dinner. When we went downstairs, almost everyone was discussing the problem. I was even more scared and almost didn't cry. At this time, the teacher saw it and said in distress situation: "Alas, you children are really imaginative. How many people lived here? Why are they all safe? If you are afraid, you can come to me! " When we go back to the dormitory at night, we dare not go out. In order to break this frightening atmosphere, we told each other jokes. After a while, we gradually fell asleep.

This trip to Yan Temple has taught me unity and increased my knowledge. This will be my indelible memory.

Those unforgettable days were hazy for 3 days, and the faint black covered everything, only the dim light was still on. The sky is so barren that there is not a star.

There is an unspeakable feeling, so sad, so sad, a trace of bitterness flowing in my heart.

Looking at the dry grass roots illuminated by dim light, I feel so familiar.

In the remains of memory, there is such a scene: a group of children are running on the simple but vibrant grass, and the children are chasing each other and playing happily.

After a while, I seemed tired from running, sitting around the lawn, talking about something, and soon I smiled.

I don't know what I'm happy about or why I'm laughing. At that time, there was no "why", just feeling happy.

It's dark, and I'm not in a hurry to go home. Older children lead younger children to explore the so-called "light" switch.

Finally, the old and fragile lamp began to work again. A large group of children are playing "vigorous" games again.

At that time, it seemed that there would never be darkness, and the sky would always be so blue.

Today, we have grown up quietly. Counting those days, five or six years have passed, and we have never found happiness like that day.

That meadow has completely turned into an "advanced" basketball court. When I look for it again, I feel so familiar and strange.

The original group of children, like saplings growing into young trees, are slowly changing.

We seldom meet again, and gradually become countless "parallel lines" that will not intersect and become familiar "strangers".

Even if I did, I just smiled and waved and refused to say anything, let alone play like I did when I was a child.

It seems that no matter how you change, you can't get back the happiness of that year; As if no matter how hard you try, you can't run on the grass like that; It seems that it can only be a memory.

Those unforgettable days Composition 4 In the 14 unit of my life, I have experienced many ups and downs, and I always miss those unforgettable days from time to time. It is because of those things that my life is more exciting!

I remember it was the May Red Song Festival of Grade One, and all the songs in our class were being practiced except one lead singer. Everything is ready, except the east wind! Encouraged by my teacher, I chose to go out of tune. I just started standing on the podium, timid! My legs are shaking, I don't know where my hands are, and my face is red. What should I do? I was at a loss and the teacher waved me down.

After that, I sat in a chair in dismay and said nothing. The careful teacher found that I was in a wrong state. "Do you know how not to be timid?" I don't know. "Practice bai! In fact, I was more timid than you when I was a child! You are too old to answer questions, but do you think you can see me in all kinds of speeches at school now? Want to know how I did it? " The teacher said kindly. I said, "Yes." "In fact, if you are timid, you can practice it on various occasions. You can try it now. Speaking of competition, I believe you can overcome your timidity and sing your best. " The teacher patted me on the shoulder and turned away. But it seems that this action gives me full strength!

At first, the teacher asked me to stand in the class and sing. Slowly, I sang to my heart's content, just like singing to myself. There's nobody down there. Then, I started yelling on the playground. At first, there were always a few pairs of eyes staring at me. I'm a little embarrassed. Slowly, I ignored their existence and didn't care what they said! Finally, I have reached this state. It is precisely because of this state that I have achieved good results in the Red Song Club. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be where I am today. No matter what I do, I am never timid, and I take almost all kinds of important speeches.

It is precisely because of the teacher's guidance that I walked out of the maze and made me who I am today, so that I can't forget this unforgettable day for a long time.

Those unforgettable days composition 5 There will always be some unforgettable days in life, either happy or sad.

When I was a child at school, I looked forward to class every day. After class, all the students crowded into the playground, including me. Then take a seat in groups of three or five, and then have fun. Fortunately, the playground is big enough, but it is not crowded. At that time, the school was far from home and always took the school bus. I remember I get up at five o'clock every day, and it's still dark. I asked for money, went down to buy breakfast and waited while eating. Not waiting for the bus, but waiting for our friend. The bus won't come until about seven or eight, so we always play for a long time.

After school at noon, I took my lunch box to the window to queue up for dinner. I didn't eat there, because there were few seats, so I often went back to the classroom or sat by the flower bed to eat.

After eating and playing for a while, I will go back to the classroom and take a lunch break at my desk. Teachers will watch it occasionally, and the school will send students to check it. At that time, you should close your eyes even if you can't sleep. Once I was joking with some classmates, and the teacher found me out, so we were sent to squat. I'm still worried about that feeling.

I remember one time when school was early, several classmates in the same village and I couldn't find the school bus. We happened to meet a classmate who lived near the school and walked back, so we asked grace to walk back. It's ridiculous to think about it now. Maybe it's simple and full of energy. I didn't feel far when I sat in the car. It only takes twenty minutes. I thought I was about the same speed as a car.

We just walked on the road with an umbrella, walked for a while, rested at our classmates' house for a while, and then continued on the road, but never arrived. Finally, the mother of one of our classmates came to pick him up on a motorcycle, so we hitchhiked back. If we go again, I'm afraid it won't get dark.

Although these days are ordinary, they carry a part of my childhood and are worth remembering all my life.

Those unforgettable days: I was in the sixth grade, and my study became more and more tense. In order to save more time, I have to give up what I love-cut off my long black hair and leave a free and easy short hair. Short hair saves time and convenience, but because of the short hair at this end. I also suffered a lot.

After class, I stood at the window and looked at the distance. Several boys came running, willy-nilly, grabbed my hand and ran. "Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"Don, play football!"

"Don, who is Don?"

"Hasai, run, stand and wait for death?"

"Ha ha ... tomboy ..." All the students laughed, and I stood there, my face flushed.

Physical education class is also unlucky! The PE teacher stood in the classroom like a general, with his hands behind his back. More than ten meters away, we gave the order: "Be at ease and stand at attention. Is the fifth (my) classmate from the bottom in the second row new? How to run to the women's group! Will give it to the boys. "As soon as I heard this, I stood there with anger. The PE teacher came to see me. " Oh, so you are-"he didn't finish. The class "girls" replied that I would take care of all the bad things on this day.

On Monday, the school came to check the hair. If you haven't finished your homework, you will hang your head and try your best to make up your homework. Here they are, whispering something to the head teacher at the moment. I didn't hear you clearly, just concentrate on my homework. Suddenly someone spoke: "The homework in your class is basically qualified, except for one male student who didn't have a flat head."

I didn't think too much and went on with my' work'. I only heard his comments on our class. "Well, that classmate cut her hair into a flat head this afternoon. What about you? Did you hear that? " He repeated it again, with a brainy tone in his polite tone. It's really rude. I wrote down and thought of the rude boy. "How did this classmate ..." When I was still doing my homework, he came up to me and knocked on the table. I just looked up. "hmm? This ... ""Ha ha ... "Laughed again. This time, someone may find teeth everywhere, I think.

These days with short hair may be my most unforgettable days!