Remember the excellent composition

In daily life or work and study, everyone has written a composition. The composition must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same theme. Avoid rambling, the theme is scattered or even has no theme. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Below are the excellent compositions on memory that I have compiled for you. They are for reference only. I hope they can help you. Remembering Excellent Composition 1

Holding the plastic-sealed photo, I looked at the slightly stooped figure on the vibrant green grass, and the feeling of nostalgia emerged spontaneously.

When I was in elementary school, my math teacher’s surname was Zhang. She is not tall, has short hair, is a bit fat, and gives people an affable look.

But she was very strict with us. During class, she will pay close attention to the status of each classmate. If someone talks or takes a nap, they are criticized mercilessly. She will explain every day's homework carefully. If you still don't know how to do it, she will sit in front of you and sort out your ideas step by step. But if you don't correct it, she will ask you to take care of the parents. For students with learning difficulties in her class, she calls them "extremely poor households." Although the name is not pleasant, she would stay with them after school every afternoon to tutor and encourage them carefully. She let them taste the sweetness of serious study and let them feel the joy of swimming in the ocean of knowledge. Some people have become top students in the future, and they are very grateful to Teacher Zhang.

One day, Teacher Zhang came to class as usual. Everyone was sitting upright, no one was dozing, and you could clearly hear the sound of a pin dropping on the ground. Teacher Zhang suddenly smiled. However, no one noticed that Teacher Zhang seemed to be less energetic and impassioned than before. Her waist seemed not as straight as before...

When I went to deliver my homework, I found that Teacher Zhang had a sling bottle in her left hand and was rubbing her waist with her right hand. The teacher next to me said that Teacher Zhang accidentally fell down and she could have skipped work, but she insisted on coming because she couldn't bear to worry about us. I suddenly felt a sore feeling in my eyes, but I endured it. Teacher Zhang hates boys’ mothers-in-law the most.

This is the day to take graduation photos. Teacher Zhang had to walk downstairs slowly. There were many classmates nearby. Some walked in front to protect Teacher Zhang, while others wanted to help but were rejected. In the "click" sound of the shutter, we will always remember Teacher Zhang and miss her strict requirements for us.

Teachers are engineers of the human soul and the most glorious career under the sun. I will always miss our ordinary and great teacher Zhang. Missing Excellent Composition 2

The silent path, the faint lights, the tinkling sound, the water drops on the eaves sliding down like the hourglass of time. Walking on the bluestone marked with my childhood footprints. The light is getting weaker and weaker, and the shadows are very long... bluestone slabs, lights, water drops, nothing can break the silence, the quiet and deep path...!

Three Years, five years... It's still the same, the continuous drizzle wets the stone path, and the drizzle under the lights is very transparent. Through the window, I looked at the dark sky without any stars.

I couldn’t see anything, but it made me think more.

Stairway to Heaven, white gauze skirt, flowing long hair, and lonely figure are so suitable for her. I want to make friends with her because I am as lonely as she is.

The moonlight gradually moved upward, and the little yellow dog on the roof fell asleep quietly, but I was the only one who was still busy under the lamp, with the pencil in my hand still moving back and forth on the paper. Describe the sky under the moonlight in a few words.

The milky white lollipop fragments are so crystal clear, but my heart is so fuzzy. I always feel that time is so rushed, even faster than Liu Xiang.

Life is like a dream, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is useless.

Even if there are thousands of feelings, who can I tell them to!

Maybe it is fate, Maybe!

In the blue sea, thousands of water drops are rolling in the waves, but I am like a bird The drifting bottle, allowed to be hit by the waves, drifts into the distance with no direction or target. It will only stop when it hits an obstacle. When we arrived at a small island, the calls of migratory birds were so lonely. It turned out that I was not the only one lonely. There is hope in the drift bottle, but there is nothing in the drift bottle when I hold it. It is empty. I continue to move forward. I can't find the edge of the boundless sea. At this time, the empty sea makes me a little scared. Maybe I am lonely. Keep it with you! Missing Excellent Composition 3

It is another Qingming Festival. Others are busy paying homage to their dead relatives, but most of our family members are still alive, but without this little figure, it makes us feel sad. We feel so empty. If the cat is still here this year, maybe there will be some joy in the family. Six months have passed and the cat may have been reduced to ashes in the public cremation ground for pets. We have to accept this reality and treat it. Death, we don’t even dare to mention half a word. I felt lost because I didn’t even see what it looked like after it died. In my memory, its shaggy and funny hair and dark brown and dull eyes were its last appearance. If we push the time further back, it is still a lively and energetic cat, and it is the golden period of a cat's life. At that time, I don't know whether I am playing with the cat or the cat is playing with me. .

In winter, cats like to lie in bed. It seems that having a cat bed is not enough. They can sleep for an entire afternoon. After sleeping enough, they still stay there, just stretch a few times and change. The lying position continues. The strange thing is that the cat can actually get into the bed and sleep for several hours without suffocating, but its laziness has caused me trouble. I lay down in bed at night and didn't notice where the cat was. I lay there for a long time without falling asleep. Then I bumped into something furry. When I lifted the quilt, I saw the cat staring with eyes as big as marbles. Looking at me, the pupils in its eyes were as big as half of my eyes. I saw it jumped up, got off the ground and walked away. Sometimes the cat doesn't know why, and runs like crazy. There are dozens of gray cat paw prints on the snow-white wall. This is its "masterpiece". It probably used all its amazing jumping power at this time. It jumped directly from the table to the top of the wardrobe, and then "free-falled" from the wardrobe to the ground. Its tail swelled to the size of a squirrel's tail and stood as straight as a candle. There were its footprints from the floor to the large closet, from the wall to the stove.

Although the cat is long gone, I am very happy to know it. I understand things that others don’t know. This is the life of a cat. If it can see me in the sky, I hope it can have a better life, a new life that is truly unfettered and free. Remembering Excellent Composition 4

Autumn is here, and Lele sees the leaves of many trees outside the window floating like butterflies, floating, floating. . . . . .

Lele and Keer used to be neighbors. They were assigned to the same class and gradually became a pair of inseparable good friends. They did homework together, went out to play together, and went to school together.

Lele and Keer have very similar personalities, and their birthdays are only one day apart.

November 3rd is Ke’er’s birthday. Lele prepared a beautiful pen and gave it to Ke'er at school.

After class, Lele took out the pen from the pencil case and came to Ke'er's seat: Hey, Ke'er! Today is your birthday.

Well, let’s go to my house for dinner at noon.

Let’s not talk about this first. look!

Wow, it’s a beautiful pen! Was it given to me?

Of course, happy birthday to you!

Thank you, Lele. I really like this pen. Kerr held this pen and couldn't put it down.

After school, several boys gathered around him and said to him: "Hey, Lele, you are such a man and you still give gifts to a little girl."

What? Ke'er is my neighbor, my classmate, and my friend.

Today is her birthday, shouldn't I give her a birthday gift?

Giving gifts to little girls is just that, I think, isn’t it?

Yes, I think so too. You'd better get that pen back quickly, otherwise. . . . . .

What else? Lele was a little angry.

Otherwise, you will also have a ‘scandal’!

At noon, Lele thought about it again and again, and decided to get the pen back.

Ke’er, please return the pen to me.

Lele, what are you talking about?

Where’s the pen? Give it back to me.

Didn’t you give it to me?

But now, you must give it to me.

I don’t understand. What's wrong with you? Missing Excellent Composition 5

Youth is a bright sadness, and we are so sad that we have been wandering in youth. The passage of time can make people unknowingly lament the shortness of youth, like the flowing water from the east, which remains unchanged forever.

This is a space that we cannot control. We can only watch youth move slowly in the complicated scenery. But maybe he will inadvertently look back to see if we miss the clouds and smoke of the past, or regret not enjoying the scenery on the roadside. Let us watch it go away with tears in our eyes, leaving only a string of our memories.

The people who remember their youth are like stars in the sky, twinkling in the torrent of the Milky Way, spreading sadness. When youth passes over us, we huddle in a corner under the sunset, secretly touch the tears on our cheeks, and wave goodbye to youth. When we understand that our youth is irretrievable, we write some words of nostalgia in order to get some psychological comfort.

Some people are willing to be ordinary, and the youthful insights they write down are like the clouds and smoke of the past, without any deep and spiritual feelings to point them to the way forward. When they saw the curtain of night open, they only thought that it was getting dark, instead of thinking that our youth was approaching death again, and that our time was slipping away silently like a thief.

When youth cannot be saved, all that is left is nostalgia. Time is ruthless and will not stop because of our little insights. The seasons are still changing, youth is gone forever, and nostalgia continues...

Those days , full of nostalgia, nostalgia for the youth that only belongs to us. Carrying a string of nostalgic tears, I drifted further and further away on the road of youth until it disappeared from memory! Missing Excellent Composition 6

I still remember that during the winter vacation one year, it was foggy almost every day in my hometown.

I like fog and its haziness. Looking around, it was foggy. When I went to the window, a few unnamed birds flew by from time to time. I enjoyed this slow stroll in the fog the most.

I opened the door, took a flashlight, and walked out. I was greeted by a burst of cold air. It was six o'clock in the morning, and it was not very bright yet. I turned on the flashlight and walked slowly on the path, with the fog following me. I caressed the wheat in the field, and the fog was also caressing the wheat. The small crystal clear pearls on the wheat were the traces it left.

The kitten next door seemed to be reluctant to go home after going out to play early in the morning. When he saw me, covered in dew, he shook his body and wet my trousers a little. I wanted to turn back, but found that it ran into the vegetable field next to it and slipped away quickly.

Suddenly, I smelled a faint aroma. I walked along the scent, oh, it turned out to be a wintersweet. It is it that shows its vitality here. It is it that adds a touch of elegant red to winter. It is it that shows a spirit of unwillingness to admit defeat. Looking at it, I always feel like This is not as good as it is.

At seven o'clock, the sun came out. It's just that the sun seems a little lazy and refuses to shine brightly. It's just a small golden ball about five centimeters.

Suddenly, the sun shone brightly and the fog lightened. The wintersweet that was fragrant just now could now be seen clearly, but the fog was still very thick in some places. The mist drifted here and there for a while, like a child who had just arrived in this world.

Go back. The sun is getting brighter and brighter, and the fog is getting lighter and lighter. The wintersweet appears to be shining brightly under the sun. It is trying to bloom towards the sun, becoming a beautiful landscape in the cold wind. That little bit of red seems to have become a street light in life.

When I got home, the fog was already very light. The sun was getting brighter and brighter. I looked at the wintersweet and felt quite uneasy. This wonderful time, although a little shorter, is still etched in my mind. Remembering Excellent Composition 7

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Qingming Festival is one of the more important festivals among our many traditional festivals. During Qingming Festival, every household makes moxa dumplings and makes Youth League. , and also go up the mountain to worship ancestors.

Every time during Qingming Festival, we will definitely visit the old lady’s grave. Put chicken, duck, fish and a bottle of white wine in a basket made of bamboo, and then carry it up the mountain. Every time I go to worship my ancestors, it will always rain. The hillside was extremely slippery, and I had to fall down more than a dozen times. When he arrived at the old lady's grave, the grandfather first used a sickle to cut off the grass on the grave. Then put a circle of firecrackers on the grave, and with a burst of crackling sound, all the bad things will be driven away. Place food in a bamboo basket in front of the old lady's grave, and pour white wine in front of the grave, hoping that the old lady in heaven can also drink a glass of good wine. Then it was time to burn paper money. While I was burning paper money, I secretly looked at the adults and found that they were looking up at the sky. I vaguely saw the corners of their eyes moistening. They must be thinking about the old lady. I watched the smoke coming out of the mountains float into the sky, and the rain was still falling. The sky was overcast and the sun was not visible. The sun must have been obscured by this thick longing.

Making Ai dumplings is also the highlight of the Qingming Festival. Grandma first washes the mugwort and puts it into the pot to cook. I leaned over to the pot and smelled it, and the fragrance of mugwort came to my face. Grandma took the cooked mugwort out of the pot. Take a large kitchen knife, skillfully chop the mugwort into dregs, filter it through fine gauze, and heat it in the pot again. Then knead the glutinous rice flour and rice flour together, and then knead it into a long green dough, and then wrap it like usual dumplings, but it is one size larger than ordinary dumplings.

As the moxa dumplings were steamed, we pestered grandma to tell us about moxa dumplings. This mugwort dumpling can ward off evil spirits. The proverb says: "If you eat mugwort dumplings during the Qingming Festival, you will not be afraid of rain showers." It often rains during the Qingming Festival, so you eat mugwort cakes or mugwort dumplings. It is said to have the effect of preventing the body from being damaged by rain.

The Tomb-Sweeping Day is awesome, not only with beautiful blessings, but also with thoughts all over the sky. Missing Excellent Composition 8

As the winter vacation approaches, we are surrounded by the joy of rest. But today, I suddenly thought of a famous saying I learned in fifth grade - "Let the trumpet of prophecy sound! Oh, west wind, when winter comes, can spring be far behind?" I think he is right, winter vacation is coming , can graduation be far behind?

This sentence made me think about it for a long time. I thought: If the winter vacation comes, it will prove that there is only less than half a year left before graduation. Thinking about the fact that I have stayed in this Ershi Primary School for nearly six years, and the joys and sorrows I have felt here, I can't help but feel an indescribable feeling in my heart, a slightly desolate feeling.

From the innocent and cute lower grade to the optimistic and optimistic middle grade, and now to this brilliant senior grade, there is no period of time that I can easily forget! Because this is my childhood.

Thinking back to the Children’s Day in 20xx, the articles recited by the brothers and sisters in the sixth grade at that time after releasing a thousand balloons were so heroic that they resounded through the sky. Although I was preparing a performance in the basement at the time, But I felt the righteousness that deeply infected me. Now it's time for us to leave. It seems to come too suddenly. This indescribable feeling can't help but stain my eyes.

In addition to the memories of the school, there is also the love of being a classmate of Class 4 for the past six years! Looking back on the past six years, we all studied together, played together, and ran happily on the plastic track together, loving each other. Just like our "QQ group - remember those 'four' years", the six years of study and life are something I will never forget.

What I can’t forget are the teachers who have taught us for the past six years. They continue to teach us like our mothers and never abandon us. While teaching us knowledge, he also taught us the principles of being a human being, allowing us to understand the true meaning of being a human being. Although there have been many teachers, they are still the same no matter what!

However, we must take this step towards middle school no matter what. All I can do is that when I race against time to realize my dream in the future, I should not forget the "four years" in Ershi Elementary School! Missing Excellent Essay 9

We will graduate in less than half a year, and there are so many longings, so much reluctance, so much reluctance, and uneasiness in our hearts.

The vows that were made in the past have been shattered, the tears that have been made have evaporated, and the boring things that have been made in the past will never happen again.

I don’t know if we will meet again in the future, and I don’t know if we will still remember the nearly 1,000 happy days together.

Those vows will never be mentioned again. They will only be touched in a specific space, and then the fading memories will be picked up. Now in the next reincarnation, your footprints will no longer be found. Will you agree to repeat the same fate and forget you in the next reincarnation?

My classmates put greeting cards into my hands one after another, but I was at a loss. A list of classmates' records was placed on my desk, but I didn't know what to write. I don’t know whether it’s because the three-year relationship is too weak or because I’m afraid we’ll never see each other again after I finish writing. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of our separation.

I wake up from my dreams again and again, thinking about the happy and beautiful things we had together. Time and time again I left traceless tears in my dreams, not daring to open my eyes, wanting to escape from this reality.

It is fate given to us by God that we can be together, but why does he insist on separating us? I don't know, I don't know how many more days we can be together. I wonder if we can still preserve our friendship. I wonder if we will still get into trouble together?

I am afraid, I am afraid of separation. But what can I save? Only the broken memories. and a farewell letter.

Graduation is like a big full stop. From now on, we say goodbye to a period of innocent youth, a period of youth and frivolity, an era full of fantasy...

It’s time to leave after all. It's time to leave. I can't forget what I should forget. I gave up everything that should be given up, but I let it go away when I should hold on to it...

We spent three full years together. Three years passed before I knew it. But those past events seemed like they happened yesterday.

Walking in the rain, streaks of crystal liquid flowed across my face. I don’t know if it’s the rain or the tears of my longing... Excellent Missing Essay 10

The person I miss the most is my grandpa, and my grandpa is the person I miss the most.

My grandfather has passed away for a year, but I have never stopped thinking about him. Whenever I miss the happy time I spent with my grandfather, They would shed tears silently: Grandpa, how are you doing now?

In the past, my grandfather and I were inseparable every day.

I remember one time, my grandpa went out to play with me. I kept walking for a long time. I was too tired to walk. When my grandpa saw it, he said to me: "Come on! Victory is just ahead." . "My whole body was suddenly filled with passion. It was my grandfather who gave me strength and doubled my confidence.

Another time, I failed in an exam, and the whole family was scolding me, except for my grandfather. Grandpa waited until everyone in the family had finished speaking before he spoke and said, "Didn't you have this problem when you were young?" If you fail in the exam, don't scold your children all the time. Think about it carefully. You are not wrong. All you want to do is make money all day long. You don't care about your children's studies. You only have money in your eyes. What do you think is more important, the children or the money? It's important! Never think about yourself. If you didn't want to take care of the child, you shouldn't have given birth to her in the first place!" The parents bowed their heads and stopped talking.

Grandpa always left good things for me, and he was reluctant to eat them. In Grandpa’s eyes, I was more important than my parents. Because I am the person he loves most.

My grandfather has passed away for a year, but I have never stopped thinking about him. Whenever I miss the happy time I spent with my grandfather, They would shed tears silently: Grandpa, how are you doing now? Excellent Missing Composition 11

Missing is like a nostalgic movie, gently moistening the soul. Missing is like a colorful dream, full of intricate hearts. The memory of childhood is like a speck of dust, falling into the past and falling into Yan's eyes, making me want to shed tears. I know that my childhood is far away, and life in the rainy season is no longer as peaceful and plain as a pot of brewed tea.

I miss my childhood days with tears, heart, and words... This period of childhood made me walk down to earth through a part of my life.

He sent me through a peaceful and happy journey, and when I reached the end, I gently sent him away with my hands. There will be wind and rain in the future. He baptized me and encouraged me. It's because I am strong, but I still dream about the sunshine in my childhood; I still dream about the drizzle in my childhood.

Mood changes with time, and age changes with time. Now that I have grown up, I have lost my friends——"childhood" only left a record of our friendship.

Living under the same blue sky as "childhood", *** enjoying the same sunshine, *** listening to the same noise, *** admiring the same tranquility. On the day of separation, I held his hand tightly and begged with tears to keep him by my side. But he took out his hand and said: "Don't linger on the past, grasp the present, and there will be someone to accompany you in the future." I nodded gently and looked at his retreating back, then I realized that I had grown up and was gone. The opportunity and right to live in childhood.

I lost my childhood but gained maturity and strength. I took the little boat sent to me by my childhood and sailed into the wind and rain along with the passage of time...

Living in In the flowering and rainy seasons, we understand that the passing of childhood is a pity.

But it is precisely because of the beauty of childhood that we can grow up today. Missing Excellent Essay 12

Yesterday afternoon, our family packed up and went back to Boshan.

After we arrived at our hometown, my brother and I went down to "skate" for a while, that is, skateboarding. Not long after we came up, we went to the mountain.

When we arrived at my fourth grandfather’s house, my grandfathers, my father and my uncles all gathered together and went up the mountain together.

When we reached the mountain, the air was so good! What we said in the first lesson is absolutely correct, the forest is a green factory. We arrived at the destination, prepared for a while, and put the food on the table. I took the bamboo pole and fanned the food. My mother said, keep doing it. Your grandfather will be very happy after seeing it.

My uncle took Sun Ziyuan and I up the mountain to play for a while. I saw an old man herding sheep. There were at least twenty sheep. We watched for a while and then went down. When we went down, we were almost ready. I took the bamboo pole and fanned the rice again. There were flies, but I didn't dare to do it for fear of soiling the food. My grandfathers kowtowed first, then my father and uncles. Finally, it was my mother, me, and Sun Ziyuan.

Sun Ziyuan refused to kowtow, so my mother asked me to set an example for him. I knelt down. Since it was the first time, I had to tilt my head and watch what my mother did. I kowtowed four times in one go and almost died. The lenses of my eyes were damaged (my spectacle lenses were already scratched).

I forgot what my grandfather was like. I heard from my mother that he liked me very much because I was the only girl in the family with the surname Sun (except for my second aunt). We went to a restaurant for dinner. When we came back, I accidentally looked at the sky. It didn't matter if I didn't look at it. I was shocked when I saw it. Directly above my head, the Ursa Major was very obvious. The "spoon" head was facing north and the handle of the spoon was facing towards the sky. Nan, no wonder, it’s extremely hot now.

Through this visit to the grave, I miss my grandfather even more. Missing Excellent Composition 13

Luoluo missed that summer very much. I don’t like summer though.

In the summer, Luoluo would cook a big pot of mung bean porridge, stir-fried shredded potatoes, shredded green pepper and pork...

She would eat slowly by the TV and watch cartoons happily. .

Luoluo likes this kind of summer very much. When telling others, Luoluo always looks happy, her cheeks as red as a big apple.

Although her brother would use the same lie told countless times to deceive her, she was still very happy.

Luoluo said: "Summer is so nice!" Then she always giggles.

Luoluo wanted to have a water fight, catch fish in the river, carry crabs...

But her mother wouldn't let her.

Luoluo likes summer, but hates summer. Because mosquitoes always suck her blood. Luo Luo pouted angrily and locked herself in the room to watch cartoons.

Luoluo said: "Summer is not good at all!!!" and then kept scribbling on the paper with a pencil.

Luoluo misses the delicious corn paste in summer. Luoluo always eats a lot of it.

Luoluo Ai enjoys the coolness alone in the summer evenings, looks at the stars and the moon, thinks about many things, and then falls asleep and has many beautiful dreams.

Xia Luoluo saw the fireworks, they were beautiful, like shooting stars.

Luoluo didn't make a wish, Luoluo said: "I'm tired."

Then Luoluo really forgot.

Luoluo said that summer is indeed beautiful, like a shooting star, but it cannot be touched and disappears as soon as it happens.

Xia Tian is gone, and so is Luoluo.

Luoluo misses Xia Tian. I wonder if Xia Tian misses Luo Luo.

Last night Luoluo waited until twelve o'clock and ate a big apple. She said it was her baby's birthday.

Luoluo is very happy, but also very sad.

But in the end Luoluo said: "Dear baby, happy birthday!"

Luoluo didn't know why it was dark. Luoluo doesn't know anything and doesn't want to know.

Luoluo wanted to sleep and spent 20xx with her baby.

Luoluo had a dream, dreaming about summer, and dreaming about many, many things. Missing Excellent Composition 14

I miss the New Year a few years ago...

I remember that during the New Year, every household would bring out the best food stored in their home to entertain Guests are just here for the excitement and joy. Several red lanterns are hung at the door of every house. In the dark night, a bright red light shines through, making the streets much warmer and more peaceful.

Grandma lives in my hometown, and we go back every year to celebrate the New Year. Only during these few days of the New Year will I go back to my hometown to stay.

Grandma often feels lonely after staying alone in her hometown for a long time. So whenever the New Year came, she would pace in the yard, waiting for the knock on the door, and the laughter of her children and grandchildren when the door opened.

Accompanied by rapid knocks on the door, grandma ran over to open the door with excitement, "I'm back. Is it cold or not? Come and have something to eat!" She smiled, having just been in the kitchen. The hot sweat broke out unintentionally. After eating a bowl of hot rice, saying "It's delicious!" was enough to make grandma's tiredness completely disappear.

After eating, I sat in front of the door and waited for the first fireworks of the New Year to shoot into the sky.

Finally, with a scream-like sound, the first firework rushed into the sky. It rushed upward at an extremely fast speed and flew into the air in the blink of an eye, with brilliant sparks shining at its tail. .

When it reaches the highest point, there will be an explosion sound again in the dark night. In an instant, the fireworks that were like missiles are instantly reduced to ashes, replaced by fireworks all over the sky. On a cold winter night, a fiery flower forms.

Grandma watched with fascination. The fireworks shot into the sky one by one, and the fireworks lit up the night and ignited the New Year.

However, the past is just the past, like sand blown away by the wind. You can't hold it, you can only watch it drift further and further away.

Nowadays, during the Chinese New Year, it is no longer so lively. There are only a few lanterns and a few tables of hot dishes.

The New Year is still the New Year, but it has lost its original flavor.

How I miss those New Years a few years ago when I could lean into my grandma’s arms and watch the fireworks. Remembering Excellent Composition 15

Childhood is wonderful. In my mind, I look through the book of childhood memories and recall the past. I yearn for it infinitely. In my childhood, I felt that the older I got, the more chaotic my mind became.

Yes, childhood is longing for people. When I was a child, I was carefree, with nothing on my mind and nothing to fear. My parents didn’t force me to study, and I didn’t know anything about the world but only played. In this way, I was happy and happy.

In my childhood, my parents would not refuse anything I asked them to buy. Now, I have all sorts of sorrows, sorrows, and troubles, but my childlike innocence has left me. How I want to go back to one year old, to my childhood. age.

When I was a child, my parents and I went to the countryside to play, climb mountains, fish, eat snacks, and play everywhere. I remember one time, my parents and I went to the mountains. We were so happy. I saw a flower and picked it. I saw some "strawberries" and asked my dad, "What is this?" But my dad picked it and said it was delicious. , I grabbed it and threw it into my mouth. I only tasted it sour and sweet, delicious! I saw mushrooms again, but I was curious and didn’t dare to pick them.

Going down the mountain, I jumped up and down, and saw a big snake, sticking out its tongue, and screamed suddenly. My parents probably heard it and rushed over. I pointed at the snake, and my father actually screamed. I took a hard and thick branch and beat the green snake wildly. After beating it to death, it hung it on the tree. I was so scared that I didn't dare to get closer than 5 meters to the tree.

After we went down the mountain, we went fishing again. My father had a pond. It was very big and there were many fish, big and small. I went there and ran around the pond. When I came back, Mom and Dad have already caught a fish. I saw that it was so simple, and I wanted to catch even the noisy ones, but I didn't have the patience. I didn't catch a fish for a long time, so I went to play in anger.

The door of childhood will no longer be opened to me, time!