Writing essay on my good time

1. Write a composition about a good time

In our lives, there is a good moment that can always be remembered freshly.

The beautiful moment I remember was on a rainy day.

It came suddenly. "Sha La La, Sha La La..." Xiao Yu played a light and joyful ditty and came to the world. A layer of rain and mist splashed on the street, like a misty plain gauze, floating away. The raindrops gently hit the umbrella, splashing water, and playing a string of watery notes. Listen quietly and feel the beautiful melody of nature. You can't help but be intoxicated. You can smell the fragrant fragrance of flowers and plants in the soil from a distance, which is refreshing. This is the smell of Mother Nature!

Gradually, the rain stopped, and the crystal "pearls" hung on the top of the grass. You could faintly hear the sound of water drops dripping on the leaves, "tick tick, tick tick, tick tick," which seemed to be green and life. Singing constantly. Walking, walking, unknowingly, I came to my grandma’s vegetable garden. In front of me, there was a scene of peppermints blooming after the rain - the panshu leaves were still desperately sucking the sweet dew given to them by God. , grow and grow hard, and grow into a green "little umbrella". The water-drenched cabbage becomes whiter and fatter. The rapeseed flowers are squeezed together. As soon as the moist wind passes by, the rapeseed will keep swaying with the wind. ; The immature green persimmons hang high on the branches like green and red lanterns, with traces of raindrops still left on their smooth "skin"; the small purple eggplants look bright against the green leaves. Even more adorable, she gently picked up a small eggplant and pressed her face against it - so comfortable and comfortable. This is Mother Nature’s skin!

The exuberant pictures in front of me seem to be shining with light spots of life and rhythmically beating. Everything is alive and full of vitality. This is an indescribable feeling. Isn't this the most beautiful moment?

2. A 500-word essay on a good time

I cherish that good time

Time flies like running water, and the years flow like water and will never be repeated. Life There are many beautiful and short moments in life. As time goes by, those things gradually fade away, but there is a period of time that I still remember vividly and will never forget.

It was the graduation ceremony for the first semester of sixth grade. As the Spring Festival was approaching, I should have been happy, but I couldn't be happy at this time. The reason is that I am leaving the campus where I have lived for six years and the classmates I have been with for so long to go to Kunshan No. 1 Central Primary School.

My mind couldn't help but go back to the past. I remember one time we went boating in the park together. We first rowed the boat to the middle of the lake and then let the boat float freely on the water. We then had a "water fight" and everyone splashed water on each other

, but the water represented this blessing. Whoever has more water on his body will receive more blessings. When we got tired, we sat on the boat and chatted, telling interesting stories and what had happened recently.

Today may be the last time we sit in the same classroom, listen to the teacher assign homework, and play games together. Teachers and classmates both wrote to me a lot of things they wanted to say. Looking at those kind words, I felt emotional in my mind

I couldn’t help but picture my teachers and classmates having a picnic together at the Qingshan Quality Education Base, bickering in the dormitory, and completing the military pentathlon training together. picture. Unfortunately, that time has become a past that can never be returned.

Looking through the photos of our past, recalling our joys, sorrows, and joys, the laughter of the past is still vivid in our minds, and it has a unique flavor when we think about it again. I will always cherish that wonderful time!

3. Write an essay on the most beautiful time

Time flies by between your fingers. We were once naive and naive, but now we are young and frivolous. I don’t know how much time I have forgotten, and I have grown up in such a hurry. Youth, dream-like youth. Pushing us to be unbridled and crazy in our world. In the flower season, we are the most dazzling. Full of vitality and passion, maybe we are no longer as naive and ignorant as before. But we are still innocent. At the age of 14, he is about to reach maturity. I don’t know how much time I have left to show off like this. I will treasure the innocence in my heart forever. At the age of 14, I have cried, laughed, experienced, felt, and gained.

This photo album of youth records all the most precious scenes. At the most beautiful moment, frozen forever. Open your arms, close your eyes, and quietly embrace youth, the most eternal years. Youth accompanies us through ignorance, through naivety, through debauchery, through uninhibitedness, through ups and downs, through ups and downs, and gradually moves towards maturity. In those years, the simplest happiness, the most real happiness. Youth, she always protects everyone, allowing people to leave the most beautiful stories in this most beautiful memory. She gives us courage, she gives us perseverance, she gives us joy, and she gives us the most precious thing she has. But in the end, she never forgets to give each of us a pair of wings, so that we can climb over mountains and rivers, overcome obstacles, and reach the other side of success. Youth is a rainbow, leaving the most beautiful scenery on our life path. The time of youth will always be engraved in our minds. These indelible memories are the most brilliant traces.

In the journey of youth, I always want to stand on tiptoes and touch the most dazzling light, because I know that the light that is far away but close at hand is my own most sacred light. dream. How many times have I looked up at the bright starry sky, always convinced that I will be the most dazzling one. At that time, there will always be a silly knowing smile. I don’t know what I am obsessed with. I have told myself thousands of times in my heart that the dream is out of reach, but there is always a force pushing me, telling myself: "It can definitely be done!" I know that this is youth, persistent youth, and stubborn youth!

Youth makes everyone hover on the edge of their dreams. She plants a seed of dream in everyone's heart. And we must use our efforts and sweat to water this seed, cultivate it carefully, take root, sprout, and bear fruit. When we truly reap the fruitful results, we have unknowingly reached the other side of our dreams. Push open the door called "dream", and the palace of success will embrace you.

Youth, a passionate youth, a hard-working youth, a passionate youth!

But youth can also be a small boat, wandering on the sea that belongs to her without restraint, looking for her own distance unscrupulously. Although the sea is always full of dangers, it does not overwhelm her at all. She used her courage to make a sail, her dreams to make a boat, facing the wind, and drifting with hope. The waves say she is flamboyant, the rocks say she is frivolous. So what? As long as you dare to venture, you will definitely see the dawn of success. She was also timid and hesitant, but she knew that since she was a ship, she had to break away from any shelter and learn to be strong. The obstacles of wind and rain cannot stop the faith and strength of yearning for freedom. This is youth, public youth, rebellious youth, brave youth! Let us seize our youth and seize this most brilliant time!

The reason why youth is beautiful is that it brings the most precious memories to our lives.

The reason why youth is beautiful is that it makes our lives shine.

The reason why youth is beautiful is that we are full of vitality and vigor to pursue our most sacred dreams!

The reason why youth is beautiful is that it is precious and eternal...

4. Write a composition about a beautiful time

In our life, There is a beautiful moment that always remains fresh in people’s memories.

The beautiful moment I remember was on a rainy day. It came suddenly.

"Sha la la, Sha la la.

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Xiaoyu came to the world playing a light and joyful ditty. A layer of rain and mist splashed on the street, like a misty plain gauze, floating away. The raindrops gently hit the umbrella, splashing water, and playing a string of watery notes.

Listen quietly and feel the beautiful melody of nature. You can't help but be intoxicated. You can smell the fragrant fragrance of flowers and plants in the soil from a distance. It is refreshing. This is the smell of Mother Nature! Gradually, the rain stopped, and the crystal "pearls" hung on the top of the grass. You could faintly hear the sound of water drops dripping on the leaves, "tick tick, tick tick, tick tick," which seemed to be the endless singing of green and life.

Walking, walking, unknowingly, I came to my grandma’s vegetable garden. In front of me, there was a scene of peppermints blooming after the rain - the panshu leaves were still desperately sucking the sweet dew given to them by God. , grow and grow hard, and grow into a green "little umbrella". The water-drenched cabbage becomes whiter and fatter. The rapeseed flowers are squeezed together. As soon as the moist wind passes by, the rapeseed will keep swaying with the wind. ; The immature green persimmons hang high on the branches like green and red lanterns, with traces of raindrops still left on their smooth "skin"; the small purple eggplants look bright against the green leaves. Even more adorable, she gently picked up a small eggplant and pressed her face against it - so comfortable and comfortable.

This is Mother Nature’s skin! The exuberant pictures in front of me seem to be shining with light spots of life, and they are constantly rhythmic. Everything is alive and full of vitality. This is an indescribable feeling. Isn't this the most beautiful moment? .

5. Please write an essay, the title is My Good Time, Urgent Needs for Junior High School Students

I deeply miss my six years of primary school life. . However, because the wheel of time ignored your attachment, I had to step into a colorful space-junior high school life.

In the blink of an eye, I have started my second semester of study and life in this new space. I feel both unfamiliar and familiar with the past time, and I often think about the future time: Will everything that happened in the past in this other space be repeated?

{2} There is less happiness and more embarrassment

Since entering this new space, the new but unflattering label of "junior high school student" has been suppressed. It's really annoying when it's on my head.

Just because I entered this new space, my parents and family members were not as indulgent towards me as they used to be. They would always say "You are no longer a primary school student..." every Sunday morning before. , I used to run to my mother's bed and have a heart-to-heart talk with her. But after I put on this bad hat, before my fingers touched the edge of the bed, my mother said, "Go wash up when you get up, and do it after you're done." Homework, and then you can do whatever you want. Oh, by the way, you can get up early in the future, and you will grow up. It’s not a good idea for girls to stay in bed!" Listening to my mother's half-relaxed and half-serious words, I looked at my father's eyes again. The eyes that read "big girl" made me feel ashamed. What? Lazy beds are just Saturdays, annoying.

Ordinarily, when I meet aunties I know on the street, they always look at me with adult expressions when they see my middle school uniform, "Oh, I have grown so big, why go to school!?" I still don't forget it. He nodded maturely at me. But I can only smile with you.

Faced with mature things, I behaved so naively. Because of this, I lost a bit of happiness and became a bit more embarrassed.

{3} A sweet and sour junior high school life

"Ding~~~~ding~~~~~~~" is the same every morning: the alarm clock rings happily, I screamed very badly. Since entering this new space, I wake up at 8:10 every morning, nearly an hour earlier than before. After finishing my homework in the evening, I have to recite a lot of vocabulary texts. I really miss the good old days in elementary school.

However, I think of the days in school during the day. Haha, in fact, I really enjoyed my time in school. I felt that my time was not wasted. I lived a very fulfilling and happy life. Contacting new classmates with different personalities, chatting and studying with them is actually a kind of appreciation. Suddenly I felt a lot more cheerful.

. . . . . But, I like it, I like the non-stop dancing when the teacher is giving lectures, I like the naughtiness and friendship when the classmates are quarreling one second and joking the next second, I like the laughter when the classmates chat, and I like dancing in the physical education class. My skin and flesh are sore, sweating but happy time. . . . . . Sweet and sour, but very fulfilling and happy junior high school life, I like and cherish it more, because I know that just like the innocent and happy primary school life, I cannot start over again. My junior high school life is gone this time. I can't make it all over again.

6. Composition of that wonderful time

"That wonderful time"

Looking back at the quicksand of time, leaning lightly on the corner of the passing years, we have already I have experienced a lot, but what I will never forget is that wonderful time.

It is the golden season of the year again. The bones in the rice fields are already heavy and rustling in the wind. I sit on the ridge of the field and look at this beautiful scenery. Everything is so beautiful. beautiful. A thin figure walked towards me. My grandmother was always dressed in pale white calico clothes, as simple as a wild daisy. Time has left eternal traces on her face, with wrinkles lying domineeringly. on her face. I quickly ran to my grandma and helped her hold the farm tools in her hands. My grandma never wanted to be idle. She came to weed again. Inadvertently, I saw my grandma holding a wooden board in her hand. I asked curiously: "Why do you want to take the wooden board? What is the function of this board?" "You will know later." Grandma sold me a smile. Guanzi.

I saw grandma crossing the small ditch and entering the rice field. The long rice stood upright and was as tall as grandma. Grandma skillfully picked up the wooden board, raised it to the top of her head, and smashed it down hard. In the blink of an eye, a large piece of rice bent over and fell to the ground. I shouted hurriedly: "Why did you smash all the good grains?" Grandma turned around, big beads of sweat were falling to the ground along her short hair, and the orange-red sunset reflected on the side of her face. The face is so beautiful. "There will be heavy rains in the next few days, and only the rice that can survive the beating can grow fuller millet." Grandma said earnestly. I nodded carelessly, raised my head suddenly, and met my grandma's expectant eyes. "My child, don't be afraid of setbacks. When you grow up, you will be a strong person." I froze, and then smiled confidently at my grandma. The afterglow of the setting sun spread evenly on my body and my grandma's body. Grandma's silver thread sparkled in the setting sun. I leaned against a big tree and quietly enjoyed this wonderful time...

This wonderful time is deeply hidden in the deepest part of my heart, moistening my heart. The wind blew quietly, and the setting sun still hung in the sky, covering me with warm sunshine.

7. Composition on our good times

Our good times

When I was a child, there was a sixty centimeter long and three wide box on the low cabinet in my living room. A white fish tank measuring ten centimeters and fifty centimeters high. There are several lively and cute little goldfish in the fish tank. They are all lovable.

Although the small goldfish are different in size, their patterns and colors are the same, all orange. There are two round and bulging eyes on the top of their flat heads; under the eyes there is a small round mouth, which is always moving when it swims; the orange body is evenly covered with scales. The tail of the little goldfish looks transparent. When it swims, its tail and body will keep swinging back and forth, which looks very cute.

Grandpa said that the little goldfish should be fed fish food once every two days and the water should be changed every three days. Each feeding must be strictly limited. On average, three to four grains of fish food can be fed to one fish. If you feed too much, the fish will starve to death. When the little goldfish eat, they often refuse to give in to each other. Whenever I put some live food in the fish tank, they rush to get it first, and no one can afford to fall behind. Lo and behold, the fierce food-grabbing contest began. The largest goldfish grabbed the food of several other small fish, feinted, turned around and ran away. The few little goldfish couldn't bear to show weakness, so they pounced on the "big fish" and surrounded the "big fish". The "big fish" couldn't resist it, so it had to raise its fins to surrender, spit out the things, and ran away.

Over time, the little goldfish and I established a deep friendship. Once, my guests came to the fish tank to say hello to them, but the little goldfish ignored them at all. The guests were so anxious that they patted the tank, but the little goldfish was still swimming freely in the fish tank. But as soon as I came, they changed their appearance and swam towards me happily, wagging their beautiful big tails at me from time to time, as if they were trying to please me!

One night, grandpa put the goldfish into a big basin to spend the night. Who would have thought that something unexpected happened. . The next morning, my beloved little goldfish disappeared. I was so anxious, what happened? Grandpa said to me: "The little goldfish left us, alas!" I burst into tears, my poor friend.

I was sad for several days because of this!

Now that I think about it, I really want to raise a few more little goldfish

8. An 800-word essay on good times

Time seems to be like running water, flowing slowly from the fingertips. It flows slowly and never comes back, but the past events that remain in my heart will always be the best times in my memory.

Childhood is a beautiful time like a dream. Once upon a time, we were lying together on the playground, looking at the changing clouds in the sky, and dreaming about our future together.

Once upon a time, in our sleep, we saw our graceful and unrestrained self, so we longed to stay in our dreams forever. Once upon a time, we took apart our favorite toys to study their internal structures, just to realize our dream of becoming scientists.

We have many dreams, and after passing through the splendid times, we are about to usher in the wonderful flower season. Time and time again, again and again, the shattering of one dream ushered in the rebirth of another.

Longing for the future, challenging yourself, good times blooming in fantasy. Childhood is a beautiful time like grass, full of vitality.

We are active jumping and dancing on the playground, we walk between the lines, we read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. From children's pictorials to children's literature and art, you can explore the wonderful animal world with the writing of animal novel Shen Shixi, you can approach the kingdom of fairy tales with the fairy tale writer Andersen, and you can enter the world's famous books with your parents and teachers.

Cry for the tragic fate of Helen Keller, grow up happily with Xiao Doudou in Ba Academy, and study together. The unknowns and mysteries of the world make us eager to understand the vagaries of the world. China is a vast land and rich in resources.

So, I traveled with my parents, traveling through mountains and rivers, and enjoying the customs of various places. Childhood is a beautiful time like water, full of clarity.

On a snowy day, we are playing on the ground, sweat is flowing on our faces, and the surroundings are filled with crisp laughter like snowballs. In autumn, there is a maple leaf as hot as the sun, surrounded by Above your head, you race with the setting sun. In summer, you pick a fragrant petal and mix it with the book, exuding a light fragrance; in spring, the creatures are full of green, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. Together with your friends, you build a bird's nest for the birds to grow. Day after day, year after year, time passes by in a hurry, but these beautiful moments in memory cannot be taken away.

9. Essay on good times

Jelinek said that the time in school is always the best, but it is a pity that people always have the best time behind them. Only then will you realize this. In the darkness, I typed the keyboard gently, pausing occasionally. I heard their thoughts and murmurs as they turned over, as well as their slow and peaceful breaths on the pillow. The hustle and bustle of the day gradually sank into my heart, paving the way for me. The beautiful time of autumn leaves has become a journey, and I have never left, and I have not yet left. vWandering in the beautiful time, knowing that time is running out, cherish it even more. This feeling reminds me of the nights when the summer heat has faded, lying on my back in the swimming pool, watching the deep night and brilliant stars, swimming leisurely and drifting with the waves. I just want time to pass a little slower and not let me go home. The urging sounded like a trumpet. I climbed up the stairs in the night and turned around the quiet courtyard, only to see a lively crowd of people fleeing, hugging each other in pairs. Then I remembered that today is Friday, and the movie theater has just ended. The president of the Film Association was locking the door of the screening room heavily, and also locked the spiced melon seed peels that were all over the floor inside, as well as the sweet words he absent-mindedly talked about while watching the movie while chewing the melon seeds, all of which fell to the floor. Waiting to start sweeping again tomorrow morning. In the dim light of the morning, I went to the water room to fetch water. I saw an old man holding a big teapot filled with pickles and fried dough sticks, flipping through a newspaper with oil stains, and then passing through the dense water vapor, there was a hot, sweet smell of boiling water. Eat or forget to eat, but remember to use your camera to take pictures of the stubborn flowers blooming alone when walking along the winding gravel road facing the sun, or the yellow scattered flowers in the corner, or the mottled tree shadows and Cool stone steps. Pick a nice day to skip school, read a book, watch a movie, walk along the coastline, or simply spend a pleasant afternoon on the beach. I felt that this wonderful time was spent leisurely and luxuriously. And sometimes, I lean on the bedside, tilting my head to watch them dressing up, looking at their young and shining faces, thick eyelashes, mixed clothes, and brisk language. I think that one day, the beauty will end and the appearance will fade away, and I will Silently shed tears.

This dream lasted for three or four years. After you wake up from this dream, where will you be? We will never be able to get together again in this wonderful time. "When people, especially young people who have not yet fully grown up, feel autumn, autumn always feels a little unjustifiable in their conscience. Older people think of death regardless of season, while young people only think about death in autumn. Thinking of death." After reading this passage from Jelinek, I looked out the window and saw the faint autumn colors under the bright sunshine. I knew that if it rained again, the weather would become colder.

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Let me recommend another short poem: Good times are always too short