Recall excellent compositions

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is an excellent composition of memories compiled by me for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Recalling excellent composition 1 Everyone has memories, but my memories are painful. I still vaguely remember the story that turned the whole family upside down eight years ago-my parents divorced.

That day, I went out to eat wonton with my sister as usual, but I could see that my sister looked wrong. Along the way, I asked again and again, "Sister, what's wrong with you?" My sister didn't answer me, just hugged me and kissed me. After eating, my sister didn't take me home directly, but took me to the small garden to play for a while. After a while, my sister said, "Let's go!" I took my sister's hand and followed her like a small tail and walked to the door. I was surprised to find my long-lost mother, mother-in-law and father-in-law coming face to face with us. I broke away from my sister and ran to my mother. My mother hugged me, and a warm current flowed down my face-it was my mother's tears. "Go home with my sister!" A deep voice came into my ears like a bird with a broken wing. I threw Gillian in my mother's arms and looked at her with innocent eyes. "Go home!" ""all right! " I said with grievance. I was held by my sister and lost my home.

Things are worse at home. Dad stood there like a painted sculpture, while grandparents shook their heads and sighed. "What's the matter? Sister? " My sister made a gesture to me (be obedient and don't talk). Dad heard my voice and suddenly changed from a painted sculpture to a human being. He immediately held me in his arms and held me tightly as if I were going to fly.

After that, I seldom saw my mother for a year.

It was not until a year later that the contact between father and mother gradually increased. Of course, my running-in factor is very important. In fact, they have long been out of breath, and all they need is a "sorry". I had to tell my mother a white lie: "Dad asked me to say sorry for him!" " "Say to dad:" Mom asked me to say sorry for her! " "

In the next few years, the relationship between mom and dad is getting better every year. Finally, mom came back. My happy life is back. ...

Recall the excellent composition 2 "Let the past fly and your heart move with you." I like this lyric. Every time I hear it, the dusty past will appear in front of me like a landscape. Those things, those people, those flowers are now in the past, but they are still fresh in my memory. Our old memories are swinging on the swing. If it weren't for these things, I might know very little now.

Those things, we remember, like to play on the playground when we are tired of studying, so we walk on the playground regardless of the image. All the students passing by think we are crazy, but we are not crazy. We just open our hearts, have fun, and then step into a new tense learning environment. Only we can understand our happiness. We aftertaste, aftertaste ...

Those people are so United and friendly, we cry and laugh about some things together ... Once we played the spirit of unity in a ball game, reviewing our efforts in study and recalling our strong spirit in difficulties, all of which are owned by our collective and enough to make us proud of Class Three. I tried to keep our happiness by closing my eyes. I am an imaginary child, and I am looking forward to it.

Those flowers, when they bloom, have passed-graduation, balcony, have long withered, maybe it's time to go their separate ways; It's time to meet the first turning point in life; It's time to leave this United and friendly class. Now, we are gone, but the flowers on the balcony are still beautiful, because we are studying hard in a different place, and those flowers are blooming happily and smiling. ...

Let the past go with the wind! We will never forget the memories on the swing, because we once lived together, that long but precious time.

Ah, when I went back in time, I saw memories and missed the past. When the meteor passed by, I missed the chance to make a wish. When the light kept spinning back and forth, I was glad that I had you good friends!

The night is dark, but the happy memories are still gone with the wind.

Recalling excellent composition 3 outside the window, it is still raining; Like a broken pearl, it hit the window. The whistling wind reminded me of my umbrella.

In the clear afternoon and evening in Wan Li, the wind and cloud suddenly changed, and there was a storm. This sudden change made me unexpected. Just walking on the road, I had to hide in a nearby telephone booth.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops hit the glass of the telephone booth, as if playing a gale symphony, which made my heart more gloomy. How I want to walk out of this predicament with an umbrella.

Looking at the pedestrians outside the telephone booth, they all hurried by with umbrellas, and the cars on the road sped by, and the splashing water was disturbing. I kept dialing the number of the telephone booth, but I couldn't dial it because the telephone booth was in disrepair.

It's getting darker and darker, like a black curtain hanging over the earth. I sat on the ground feebly and lost hope in my heart. When should I go out?

At this time, there is more and more water on the road. It is really bad weather and fewer and fewer pedestrians. An idea came to my mind-rushing out. Even a "drowned rat" is better than staying here and doing nothing.

Just when I made up my mind to rush out, a figure came at me with an umbrella. I looked at it carefully. Isn't this my father?

I suddenly became very excited, and a warm current came to my mind. He gave me an umbrella and looked at my father's face full of rain and his hair was unkempt. He was soaked to the skin and had nothing to do. There are crow's feet crawling around the corner of my eyes, the water has flooded my calf, and my body has been blistered. My heart seems to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle again

I took the umbrella my father gave me, and my two backs walked slowly in the rain. That umbrella also became my connection with my father.

I touched my cheek. The weather is humid. I don't know if it's tears or rain.

It is still raining heavily outside the window, and an umbrella in my mind has become my eternal memory. ...

It rained in Mao Mao for several days outside the window this morning, which made me miss the trip to Happy Island. Walking on the warm beach of the island and wandering on the blue ocean, an island trip formed my unforgettable experience.

On that day, our family seemed to be flying birds in the sky, happily flying to Palau's fantasy world. It is really comfortable to step on the beach and make your body full of sunshine and warmth. My brother and I played in the jungle near the beach, and the dense Woods provided us with the best place to explore. I found many "surprises", such as coconut crabs hiding in coconut trees and crabs in nests. Everyone scrambled to crawl forward like a train, which was really interesting. What impressed me deeply was that my father and I played many sea games, such as dragging umbrellas and canoeing ..., going to the sea, enjoying the infinite fun of flying in the blue sky and getting close to the sea.

Because of the special geographical environment here, the seawater is relatively unpolluted. Therefore, when we snorkel, we see many beautiful corals and colorful fish schools, which show the elegant posture of swimming with clear and transparent water. The most special thing is to see a ship left over from the ancient war. The hull is mottled, but spectacular. I think the situation must have been tragic. In addition, we went to Jellyfish Lake and Niunai Lake, which also impressed me deeply, because the jellyfish in Jellyfish Lake are actually non-toxic, and I was really nervous when I first touched the jellyfish. Jellyfish looks like sea water and feels slippery! The sea water in Niunai Lake is as white as milk, and we also dug some soil at the bottom of the lake. It is said that the soil here has whitening effect on our bodies. The characteristics of these two places really make me sigh!

The experience of the island trip left a deep impression on me. I really hope that the ocean on the island will always be blue and clear, and I hope that the forest on the island will always be quiet and lush. I will cherish that wonderful memory.

Recalling the May 512 earthquake, an event that has passed for more than three years, people in the earthquake suffered a lot, but they still didn't fall down. There are many touching stories here:

As soon as the rescuers stopped in front of the ruins, 10 many children's voices came out: "Uncle, help me ..." Then, cries came. In the ruins of middle schools, kindergartens and Qushan primary schools in Beichuan county, there will always be such cries and shouts, which have been pulling people's hearts. Rescuers walked 22 kilometers into Beichuan County, Mianyang City, blaming themselves for their weakness. They shed tears for the children's gentle cry for help ... two three-story teaching buildings in Qushan Primary School are next to the mountains behind them. After the earthquake, rolling rocks crushed the building into two floors, one of which sank directly into the ground. Among them, the top of another building has no cover and leans obliquely in front of the building. In the ruins, there are the remains of young children, pressed in deformed concrete strips; Under the ruins, there was a faint cry for help from children ... drilling into the deformed building, following the sound from some cracks, some children sat in the ruins, their legs were pressed straight, and some children leaned against their dead classmates ... When Zhang Li, a fifth-grade 1 class, was hit by an earthquake, several students next to him were smashed by collapsed steel bars and cement blocks. When I woke up, I found that my right thigh was firmly stuck, and the three students lying next to me had no breathing, while the body of a classmate had been lying on his thigh. In the ruins only 3 meters away from Zhang, a child's lower body was firmly stuck. As soon as he heard someone talking on the ground, he stretched out a small hand and shouted, "Uncle, help me ..."

Memories of excellent composition 6 Sunday at home boring. I opened several photo albums arranged by my mother, looked at naive photos of my childhood and recalled my crazy childhood. ...

Opening the earliest photo album was the first photo of me watching TV with a remote control board, and I began to fall into memories. ...

When I was a child, I liked watching TV. No matter what program I have, I want to participate. I remember that magic show is my favorite, and I also know the famous Liu Qian who is best at performing magic.

Once, my mother asked me, "Do you know the name of the best magician?" Mom said and handed me a poster of Liu Qian with Liu Qian's signature on it. I looked at the messy name and my mind was in a mess. Ignorance reminds me of the magician's mantra: "It's time to witness the miracle!" I said to my mother, "witness?" Mother burst out laughing. I was bored. After a while, I muttered to myself, "Don't call it' witness' or' miracle'?" Mom shook her head and smiled again, while I, tears kept spinning in my eyes. At this time, my sister leaned in to help me and said, "It's Liu Qian!" "I followed shouted," six thousand! "My sister teased:" My brother is still a small hybrid in Shanxi and Shandong! "

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I turned the photo album to another one, and my memory was pulled into another story. What caught my attention was a photo of me pointing at my arm, as if I were talking nonsense. I recalled that when I was a child, I couldn't tell the difference between "arm" and "poker", so I made a big joke-

That day, the whole family sat in the living room, talking and laughing. Suddenly, I said to my mother, "Mom, my poker hurts." Mom smiled: "How can poker hurt?" I pointed to my arm: "What a fool! This is the long poker! " "Mom pointed to the arm and said," Arm, arm, arm! " "I also pointed to my arm and repeated,' Poker, Poker, Poker'." Mom is in distress situation. Now that I think about it, it is obviously a cat, but it is actually a dog. No wonder my mother is joking!

Childhood photos one after another, each photo can remind me of good memories!

The hourglass of time flows quietly bit by bit, and the traces of time are carefully depicted. Please leave me some space, so that memories can become colorful pearls, and let me remember them forever.

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Memory is the connecting channel between everyone and the past, connecting the past and the future. Now we often care too much about the future, and those beautiful memories may have been in blowing in the wind.

Walking on the playground on campus, I won't think of my junior high school classmates. I can't remember the names of more than 50 students. What scares me even more is that I can't remember more than 50 students. I only remember sitting in the spring sunshine, squinting slightly, taking a teacher's class with you, and several students dozed off. My memory of my school days is still clear. I want to go back to that period, but time does not go back. I just wish time, time, time could be slower. Let me seal these memories in my heart, leaving a beautiful gap for me to put down this beautiful memory!

Today, I even have some vague memories of junior high school. Will I remember my childhood?

Lying on the sofa thinking about your childhood, you must bounce on this sofa. Who else will remember the warmth of childhood?

My mother's gentleness, my father's sternness and my grandmother's kindness accompanied me through my childhood. They have a smile on their gentle faces. However, I still can't remember, this matter has been bothering my ears for a long time. Only the country in memory still clearly emerges in my mind and can't be forgotten for a long time.

What I lost will never come back. Can I still remember my hometown clearly after several years?

Memories can only exist in my mind. I want to freeze them in my heart. Memories drift with the wind, memories gradually fall asleep, memories slip away quietly, and then there is a joy, a warmth, a childhood.

Now I am always looking forward to the future. I want time to leave some gaps for memories, so that I can always look back on the past and recall too many beautiful things, let me see my past through the gaps, give me a way to recall the past and leave some gaps for memories!

Recalling the countryside is beautiful in people's hearts, wonderful in writers' works and special in my eyes.

Every time I go back to the countryside, my grandparents will grind tofu pudding for us with a stone mill older than my mother. One person is responsible for scooping soybeans, and two people are responsible for grinding. I am responsible for scooping up a spoonful of water when there is no water in the soybean basin, pouring it into half a basin, sprinkling it on the ground, and then shouting "the flood is coming!" " Run away Run all the way to the cage where chickens are raised. If you are lucky, you will find one or two eggs in the cage. And high-profile hens will crow loudly, as if to tell people, "Look, I hatched eggs again, envy me?" In summer, if you see a chicken stealing corn that is drying on the ground, beat it with a broom. The toilet in the countryside is next to the pigsty, which stinks. When I was a child, I heard pigs barking and rushed out of the toilet without wearing pants.

After lunch, adults are still drinking and chatting, and women will pick tea with bamboo baskets on their backs. I will go with my grandmother, too. At first, I could barely pick a few. Later, I lost my curiosity at the beginning and simply put on a straw hat and found a cool place to sleep. At the end, I woke up. I caught a lot of tea leaves, and I could earn more than ten pieces by catching two.

At night, people who have worked all day return home with full loads, and black smoke comes out of the tall chimney. Adults start drinking again, and children who have eaten will take money to buy things to eat in the canteen, and they will be generous! At night, energetic dogs are still barking, cats are moving, and people are already asleep.

Everyone has their own way of life, which is constantly changing in different environments, but these people all understand one thing, and living by themselves must have corresponding significance.

Recall excellent composition 9 Maybe you haven't experienced transfer. If so, you must have the same idea as me, that is: I miss them!

I just came to this new school. It is very uncomfortable for me to have classes with some strangers in a very strange environment. Every time I come to the text we have studied before, I will think of the scene of having class with them before. How happy I was at that time!

I was really relaxed when I was in class with my former classmates. When I answered the question, I didn't expect to be laughed at by my classmates if I answered wrong. I just blurted out my thoughts, because everyone knows each other well and knows each other's personality, so I can know what questions others will answer, and if others laugh, I will laugh it off myself.

When class is over, there are many friends around you to chat with you to relieve boredom. I feel that I can only show my true self at school, but I don't know many people yet, so I can only sit in my seat after class.

In my previous school, I would go to the teacher's office to play when I was free, because in my previous school, I was the leader of the Chinese recitation group, responsible for approving all the homework and dictation of our group, and checking the recitation of our group's texts and ancient poems. Of course, I'm not the only team leader. There are seven group leaders in our class. I played well with them: Huang, Yin Zihang, Liu Tianen, Zhang Jiarui and others. Every time, our seven group leaders go to the teacher's office together.

If students do well in our school, the teacher will praise us. There are many praises in the teacher's office. But those praises are messy. The seven of us will go to the teacher's office to praise as long as we have nothing to do.

Although we haven't seen each other for eight days, I really miss them!

Memory is a flower, the more you smell it, the more fragrant it is; Memories are like a seedling. The longer they grow, the more they linger, as if time stayed yesterday. Memories, the lost good times. Once the door of memory is opened, beauty will come to mind.

Time is like a thief, stealing and stealing, losing our time and stealing all the time. It has brought us to the present, but we also want to go back to the good old days. Memories, like shadows in my heart, can't be forgotten if I want to. And those beautiful memories can always make people feel relaxed and happy.

I remember I used to be a quiet and withdrawn person, but I have been playing with a group of friends until now. Today, I am much more cheerful, just playing with friends, and I have changed. I remember we used to play guessing games, and whoever lost would pay a dime for firecrackers. Who knows that I was lucky and never bought it; And hide-and-seek, I have never been found, unless I come out myself.

In another year, I will leave my classmates at school. I still remember my deskmate quarreling with me, but after a few days, he took the initiative to make up with me, and I solved the problem of "sharing weal and woe" with him. I remember once, he was talking to a female classmate, and I pushed him with my hand, and his body just hit the female classmate. It made me laugh, and my female classmates laughed their heads off, while my deskmate looked at me like a fire and said, "You, you, I'm not with you."

Students care about each other and help each other. Today, I think they are naive and happy.

When I remember you, I am very happy and sad. I hope to meet someone I remember in the future.

Memories of Excellent Composition 1 1 Morning dew moistens the earth, midnight moonlight illuminates the future, towering trees point to the earth, and our alma mater holds up our troubled hearts with warm hands, inspires us with amiable smiles, and pushes our pace with her magical power!

When the sun shines on the campus, our steps will be accelerated until we are immersed in the sound of a book, or move forward, or stop to stare and listen.

Looking closely, the teacher is standing on the exclusive stage, enjoying their "stage play". Under the guidance of the teacher, the students gradually absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon. Aunt Clean started their busy work, but after walking through the classroom, like being possessed, she stopped a series of repetitive actions, such as bending over and getting up, reaching out and shrinking her hand, and stood in a corner that was neither conspicuous nor affecting her classmates in the most comfortable way, listening to the teacher's serious teaching, and her thoughts were pulled back to her childhood, without lamenting the excellent learning environment for children now. ...

In the evening, on the arbor surrounded by trees, several students pass by together from time to time, strolling in the park, or sitting on a small stone bench, talking and laughing gently. Accompanied by the afterglow of the sunset, it constitutes an elegant and leisurely harmonious picture.

In this seemingly ordinary campus, there is great power hidden. It burns the mark of our happiness, dispels our tedious and depressing things, and allows us to swim freely and grow constantly.

The ancients said: "The grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." . We got the care and love from our alma mater. In the upcoming fifty-first anniversary celebration, we should do our best to send our most sincere wishes to our alma mater. We should look back on the past and look forward to the future.

How many days and nights, we share joys and sorrows; How many days and nights, we support each other; How many days and nights have we walked together?

It is full of exclusive memories of our Lang Middle School, which will never be erased and will last forever. ...