Warm memories composition

Whether it is in school or in society, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is when people put the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. The narrative style expressed. I believe many people will find it difficult to write essays. Below is a warm memory essay that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read and collect. Warm Memories Composition 1

Deep in my memory, there are many unforgettable things, some of which make people happy, some of which make people moved, and some of which make people angry. One of them still reminds me of There is still a warm feeling in my chest, and my heart seems to be stirred by the spring breeze and filled with happiness.

I remember one afternoon last winter, the northwest wind was blowing hard, and the bare trees could not withstand the wind and swayed in the cold wind.

After cleaning the classroom, I was in a hurry to go home and do my homework. I picked up my clothes and ran out in a hurry. Unexpectedly, I bumped into the arms of a person. The person took a step back after being hit by me. , "Oops", I looked up, my God! It was Teacher Shen, the head teacher. She was holding a textbook in her hand, her slender body leaned forward slightly, and her delicate eyebrows were knitted together. It seemed that she was hit hard by me. I quickly said: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I felt uneasy in my heart. . Teacher Shen stood up straight at this time, brushed his hair with his hand, and said with a smile: "It's okay, please slow down." I just wanted to run away, but Teacher Shen called me: "Liu Yaxin, wait a minute." Then she walked up to me, bent down and zipped up my open top, looked at me kindly through her myopia lenses and said, "It's cold, remember to zip up, otherwise you'll get frozen." A warm current instantly warmed my whole body. I nodded vigorously towards Teacher Shen, and my heart was filled with happiness.

This incident may be an ordinary thing for Teacher Shen, but it always warms me in my heart and memory. Warm Memories Composition 2

Warmth is a ray of sunshine that keeps us from feeling cold; warmth is a lighthouse that keeps us from losing our way.

On Sunday weekend, my little cousin is coming to our house for dinner. She is only three years old and looks like a doll. She is very cute and brings a lot of joy to the whole family every time. But since the results were just released on Friday, I didn't do well in the exam and I felt very depressed.

"My sister is here." Mom said in a kind tone. I didn't say anything and stayed in the corner of the sofa. I wasn't in the mood to tease my sister. My sister walked quietly to my side and sat down obediently. Seeing her cute look, my frustrated mood suddenly improved a lot.

When it was time to eat, we sat around the table. My mother enthusiastically put a piece of beef into my sister's small bowl. I looked at my sister, wanting to see how she was eating the beef, and wondering if she would get it all over her face and hands. However, unexpectedly, she pushed her small bowl towards me and said in a sweet voice: "Brother, you can eat it." I was stunned, and I felt a mixture of emotions in my heart, including all the losses and grievances. It seemed like it suddenly vanished into nothingness. My sister and I looked at each other, and my sister smiled so sweetly that it made my heart melt.

I felt warm at this moment, as warm as the winter sun. Warm Memories Composition 3

Warmth is a ray of sunshine in winter, warmth is a smile from a stranger, and warmth is a delicious meal back home.

Grandma is 56 years old this year. She is very tall, always smiling all day long, with curly hair, a sweet mouth, and a little trace of age on her face. When I was a child, I was frail and sickly. I would catch a cold every three or four days and develop eczema on my face. Grandma took me to numerous hospitals for treatment, hoping that my illness would get better soon.

Because of eczema, I will become allergic if I eat inappropriate food. My grandma will always make me a bowl of fragrant hand-made noodles. I always feel warm in my heart when I eat the delicious hand-made noodles.

Making the dough by hand is very troublesome and tiring. Grandma has to make the dough first. The dough must be hard. If it is soft, it will not taste good. After the dough is kneaded, use a long rolling pin to roll it out to a just right thickness. Sprinkle dry powder on it constantly, turn it over and roll it out again.

Grandma bent her body, rolled it out vigorously, and then folded the dough. The next step was to cut the noodles. Grandma's knife skills were particularly good, and she cut the noodles with a thin "click". The water in the pot was boiling. Grandma shook the noodles. They were really thin and long and dropped them into the pot. I was so anxious that I turned around, and grandma put coriander, chopped green onion, and various seasonings into the pot. When the noodles were ready, grandma rolled them with steaming hands. The tip of her nose was covered with sweat. She looked at me eating the slippery noodles with a happy smile on her face.

Since childhood, my grandma has cared for me meticulously and given me all her love, making me feel happy and warm. This is the most eternal memory in my heart. Warm Memories Composition 4

Today is not a special day, but my father-in-law and mother-in-law came to stay at my house for a few days. This is a moment that I like very much. My father-in-law and mother-in-law live far away, so they usually give me food every day. A phone call and they liked me.

In the afternoon I wrote a letter to my father-in-law and mother-in-law and just put it on the bedside. I thought: "They will laugh when they open it and read it." At this time, the doorbell rang. I quickly opened the door and saw my father-in-law and mother-in-law coming in packed. I immediately asked them to sit down, drank a glass of water first, and then asked the two elders to come to the room and said, "Please read my letter to you." My father-in-law opened the letter and said, "Writing is fair!" and said, "Yingying." You are welcome to come. Please stay happily at our house for a few days. You don’t have to pay water and electricity bills. Food, drink and accommodation are included. You just need to play with Yingying every day!” Mom laughed together after hearing this!

I was the one who washed the vegetables and cooked the rice for the evening meal. I began to feel that I had grown up and I needed to understand what my mother often said about gratitude. After dinner, I started to play the piano and read short stories to the whole family. I feel very warm today! Warm Memories Composition 5

I am a reviewer. When I first came to this class, I felt very strange. Maybe one year older than them really knows a lot. They know the importance of learning, but they treat it like a game. People in this class are very good at playing, and all they have in mind is games. When I wasn't there to accompany me to study, I was always the only one sitting there reading. At that time every day, I was the only one left in the class. For a moment, I felt like I was nothing but air, not in the same world as them at all. Their attitude towards learning left me speechless.

Sometimes I often sit there in a daze, thinking back to the time when I was in the first grade of junior high school. Although there is a mess around me now, it does not affect my thinking about the past time, just like the surrounding What happened had nothing to do with me, but it made my character more withdrawn.

I used to feel stupid for treating learning as a game, often sleeping, eating snacks, talking, etc. in class. I remember that I was in the third grade of junior high school. I was so stressed that we often played cards at noon to relax. We were angry with the teacher during class, and laughed and played together after class. Three years passed like this. These three years have also allowed us to develop a deep friendship, calling girls "sisters" and boys "buddies".

Three years of time, three years of ups and downs, three years of vicissitudes, three years of friendship, three years of memories, three years of warmth. I want to keep them in the memory of my brain forever. These three years It is a stop sign in my life, a turning point, a warm memory of a junior high school life full of love. Warm Memories Composition 6

Looking at the night scene in front of the window, looking at the twinkling stars, looking at the charming moonlight, I can't help but recall that night. I went back to bed again, opened the old memoirs, and had the warmest memories in my memory.

There were stars and moon at that time, and they were equally charming. But in this charming night, something happened that I can't forget. I was catching up on homework on my desk because I had not finished my homework this morning. A flexible hand held a pen and danced on the homework book.

Actually, I didn’t want to stay, but because of the teacher’s strong request, I had no choice but to stay. Thanks to all my hard work, the mountain-high homework has finally come to an end. Just then the teacher walked in and asked if I was done. I responded obediently and said, "It's done." Just go home when you're done. Then I asked again, is your home far away? Then Kyo left.

It was getting late at this time, the stars and the moon had come out, and the moonlight was still beautiful, but I still felt like admiring the moon. I looked at the dark road and almost shed tears. When I was most helpless, a ray of hope appeared in front of me.

"Teacher, why are you here?" I asked in surprise. "Get in the car," the teacher said still seriously. I didn't say anything and hurriedly got in the car. Although I didn't say anything, my heart was already boiling because I knew the teacher was worried about me.

I looked at the stars and the moon in front of the window again. They are still so charming. Now it is different from before. I am quietly sleeping in bed admiring them, and the warm memories are slowly accompanying me. Slowly fall asleep. Warm Memories Composition 7

When you think of childhood, what do you think of? Colorful candies, fun playground, or unforgettable friends? When I think of my childhood, a small village surrounded by mountains and rivers appears in front of my eyes - this is where I spent my childhood.

Beside the village, there is a small river. When I was a child, I always loved to go there to play. At that time, when grandma was washing clothes, I became a little follower, following her to play by the river. When I got to the river, I washed my face, greeted my friends from the same village, and went down to the river to fish and catch crabs. The scene is still vivid in my mind.

Every family in rural areas has land, and my grandma’s family is no exception. In the spring, my grandma took me to hoe the fields. While grandma was working, I watched from the sidelines. When I was sleepy, I slept on the grass with my straw hat on my head. The spring sunshine shines warmly on me - it feels so comfortable!

At that time, every household grew watermelons. It feels very hot to pick watermelons in the summer. However, watermelon is also delicious. No, when I was thirsty, my grandma would cut open the watermelon and give it to me to eat. I buried my head and ate it with big mouthfuls. After a while, I became a little cat.

Childhood is like a song, beautiful; childhood is like a painting, beautiful; childhood is like a dream, which always makes us reluctant to wake up... This song, this painting Painting, this dream has faded away, but it is still the warmest memory in our hearts. Warm Memories Composition 8

The Russian poet Pushkin once said: "Everything is fleeting, and everything will pass. And what has passed will become a dear memory."

The joys and sorrows of these fourteen years are like fine wine, which becomes purer as it ages. Looking back at the past, whether sad or touching, they all flowed by like a movie, so ordinary and yet so precious.

Following the scenes of chasing butterflies and catching bees, swimming and catching shrimps, the lost innocence and childishness are so far away. This friendship flowing through the passing years is so innocent and memorable.

When I was young, whenever I fell ill, my whole family would gather around me. My father would take my temperature and my mother would give me medicine. They were so busy that I was moved by the love that flowed in the passing years. Family love is so sweet and gives me endless motivation.

Family love and friendship are so happy, and there are beautiful connections between all things.

I picked up a book from the bedside, opened it and read it carefully, immersed in the words, my mood also fluctuated, the artistic conception expressed by different words was so different, I wandered in the endless world. In the ocean of books, every word is like a beautiful note, beating my heart. The happiness flowing in the books makes me obsessed.

Relatives, classmates, books and I form a whole, how comfortable it is. These are the happiness I am having, and new happiness is waiting for me to find!

Warm memories are always a jar of aged wine, which will become more and more fragrant as the years go by. Warm Memories Composition 9

"The fragrance of peach blossoms, the fragrance of pear blossoms, deep red and light white, wearing new clothes one by one." I heard you reclining under the sycamore tree and reciting leisurely and elegant poems in a low voice. His eyes were slightly closed, and the thin pages of an old yellow book in his hand were floating comfortably in the wind, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if playfully.

I hold the wooden Xiao in my hand and stand quietly one meter away from you.

Finally you found me, showed me eight teeth, waved and said to me: "Hey, Chuyun!" Your voice was clear and transparent, like fragile glass. I smiled at him and said to him playfully: "Lin Yingquan, I found that you are quite suitable to be a woman. Haha, how about you go to Thailand and become a transsexual or something, and I guarantee that all the men in the world will bow to you under your jeans, haha. !"

He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that I was playing tricks on him. He smiled helplessly, came over, patted my head and said to me like an elder: "Chu Yun, you never grow up, who will dare to want you in the future." I pretended to be a ruffian and walked up He went to hold your chin and the corners of his mouth became more playful. He made a look like he was about to cry and said: "What, Yingquan, if no one dares to want me, what about you." Warm Memories Composition 10

I haven’t returned to my alma mater for a long time.

As the autumn wind blows, looking at the oak tree in front of the school gate swaying in the setting sun, an indescribable warmth flows down in my heart. Stroking the bright railings and stepping onto the steps, the inspirational mottos on the wall taught me how to be a good person. Time passed by, but the writing was still imprinted on the wall, as if imprinted in my heart.

Walking through the neat corridors, the slogans above my head guide the direction of success; opening the iron door of the classroom, the door of time opens to me; the familiar blackboard, the beautiful blackboard, and the graffiti-filled The desk and the colorful books seemed like I was sitting there, reading page after page. The sun shines on the podium, and the toys that were confiscated in class seem to still be placed on the podium, and a warm current spreads to my body.

Listen, the loud sound of reading is so emotional; look, the students who are listening to the class are sitting upright; listen, the bell rang, and the students’ joyful laughter Echoing in the corridor; look, the scene of classmates playing in the corridor appeared before my eyes.

The autumn wind blew by, and the ruthless autumn wind took them away. The silent corridor was empty, leaving only the warmth for me again and again! Warm Memories Composition 11

One night a week ago, my mother and I were the only two people at home. Because I was thirsty, I poured boiling water while watching TV, for fear of missing the wonderful scene on TV. Ah, I accidentally spilled boiling water on my feet, which were already very red. "Wow..." I started crying, and the tears of grievance fell like raindrops!

Hearing the cry, my mother ran downstairs quickly. When she saw the situation, she carried me to the sofa and hurried to the kitchen to get soy sauce. Mom put soy sauce on my feet, and my feet immediately cooled down.

I lay on the sofa for a while and then fell asleep. My mother took me to the bed to sleep. However, my feet hurt when they touched the quilt, so my mother wrapped me in the quilt and held me in her arms to sleep, patting me gently, just like a baby in her mother's arms. At that time, I felt that my body was very warm, because it was my mother who held me in her arms with her hard-working and capable hands that made me so warm.

When I woke up the next day, my mother still held me in her arms like that. When I touched my mother’s hand, it was cold. When I looked at my mother’s eyes, there were dark circles. I know, mother. I must have gone to bed very late yesterday. Suddenly, I thought of my mother's hard work, when she was sweating... I really wanted to say to my mother: "Mom, you have worked hard!" Before I could speak, two tears fell down my cheeks. .

At this time, I understood what a mother is. My good mother, I’m sorry for making you work so hard! Warm Memories Composition 12

Memories are memories of things before. Each of us has our own stories and experiences. It is its own. There are many kinds of it. Today, let’s choose a warm one to talk about.

I remember one day last year, my grandma took me to see my dying grandfather. In the hospital, my grandfather cared about me day and night. He was very happy to see me coming, and I was also very happy. It was a rare occasion. Went to the hospital to see grandpa.

I talked to my grandfather for a while. I was very happy at first, but then I became sad.

Grandpa sighed and said: "Grandpa's time is short." These words were like a sharp sword piercing my heart. Grandpa told me: "You must study hard and grow up." Only when you are young can you be successful. You must listen to grandma and dad..." Suddenly, the tears of my grandpa and I fell like beads with broken threads.

Now I think back to how good my grandfather was to me when I was a child. It was my grandfather who usually brought me up. Every moment he was in my life was a wonderful memory, and every moment was particularly precious.

Since then, I have particularly cherished the time when my grandpa was here.

But the good times did not last long. On July 17 last year (20xx), my grandfather passed away. He still couldn’t let me go in his heart, but I will never see him again.

Under the starry sky, I looked up at the sky and seemed to see my grandfather. He was the brightest star in the sky. Flash by flash, I really want to comfort me not to be sad.

We must cherish everyone around us, they will also leave you sometimes. Remember: don’t lose it before you know how to cherish it. Warm Memories Composition 13

Since I can remember, there have been as many things happening around me as there are stars in the sky. But one thing, like the sun in winter, always warms me.

That day, there was a strong wind outside the window, and after a few flashes of lightning, it started to rain heavily.

"Ding-a-ling--" After school, the rain stopped. I opened my umbrella and immediately ran to the fruit stall to buy some fruit. I paid and walked not far when suddenly my foot slipped and I fell heavily. It fell to the ground, the fruit was scattered all over the floor, and the new clothes were dirty. At this time, an aunt came over. She put the fruits scattered on the ground into a bag, and then helped me up. She took out a handkerchief from her bag and asked me: "Kid, does it hurt?" She wiped off the dirty parts of my body with a white handkerchief, and the white handkerchief immediately turned black. Then he handed me the fruit. Just as I was about to thank her, she had already disappeared without a trace. I thought to myself, if everyone was like that aunt, then the world would be full of love.

Whenever I think of this incident, a warm current surges into my heart. Isn't there a saying: As long as everyone gives a little love, there will always be spring in the world. Warm Memories Composition 14

Love is a wisp of breeze floating in the sky, which comforts the restless people. Love is the sunset hanging in the sky, which makes people with dim beliefs see hope. Love is The dew that stays in the night fills the thirsty man with strength.

It was a cold winter. My mother and I braved the biting cold wind and heavy snow to walk to the place where I learned to paint. Walked into the classroom and found a place to sit down. When everyone came, the teacher took out a painting, and we looked at the painting with surprised eyes. That painting was a multi-person painting, which was an impossible task for beginners like us. At this time, my eyes saw the small flowerpot next to it.

There is a withered yellow grass in the flower pot. Although it is very cold outside, it still straightens its back and does not give in to the cold wind. Another gust of cold wind blew, and the grass was blown sideways, but it still pushed forward with difficulty and continued to straighten its back.

"There are still 30 minutes." The teacher said. At this time, I looked at my mother outside the door. My mother's cheeks were red from the cold. Seeing me looking at her like this, she barely smiled. I picked up the brush and started painting. The class ended quickly. I took 2/3 of the painting and handed it to the teacher. The teacher nodded with satisfaction, and my mother also showed a happy smile.

On the way home, I held my mother’s hand and walked forward against the cold wind. Snowflakes fell gently on us, a peaceful white color. The surroundings were still very quiet, but my heart felt I feel the warmth... Warm Memories Composition 15

I often look back at the footsteps of my growth and feel the taste of growth.

When I was in elementary school, I was so happy and proud. However, time flew by and I was already in third grade before I knew it. Suddenly, an explosive news came: Our Chinese teacher, Mr. Chen, had transferred to another school to teach.

I was panicked, and questions came to me "reported" one after another: Who will teach us Chinese? Who will be our class teacher? After Teacher Chen left, Teacher Ye, who taught mathematics, became the class teacher, and a teacher named Wang came to teach us Chinese.

After Teacher Ye became the class teacher, he did not relax us: During the fast team competition, Teacher Ye did not even attend math class and worked hard as our sparring partner on the playground. We were so tired that our backs ached, but Teacher Ye never said anything about complaining about being tired. We know that Teacher Ye is so strong, we can’t let Teacher Ye hold his head up in front of other teachers, right? We also forgot about fatigue, trained hard, and finally won the championship in one fell swoop! For several days, I was immersed in the joy of victory.

Teacher Wang is much gentler than I imagined. Teacher Wang teaches composition very well. Many students in our class have their compositions posted on the education website, where they can communicate with their partners and share their happiness. Teacher Wang caught our love of reading fairy tales and asked us to write fairy tales, which gradually made us like writing. Teacher Wang’s trick is very effective. I have never liked writing, but since Teacher Wang taught us Chinese, I have also posted two compositions to the education website! I like Teacher Wang more and more, and gradually forget that she is our temporary Chinese teacher.