Beautiful composition left in my heart

In our daily study, work or life, we often come into contact with writing. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is a beautiful composition that I sorted out and left in my heart (General 12). Welcome to share.

The beautiful composition 1 left in our hearts will inevitably lead to many things that move us and make us feel from it. Then, the touch hidden in my heart must be beautiful!

I remember very clearly that when I was in the sixth grade, I never liked to raise my hand to speak, and now I do, not to mention going on stage to read my composition. If it is mentioned that I want to read a composition, my heart will be pounding, I will be tongue-tied and feel a little breathless.

In a composition class, when the Chinese teacher summed up our composition and selected the best article to read, the lively atmosphere immediately became lifeless. I lay idle, thinking: I won't mention me anyway, so I'm worried about something. When Life and Death came out, I thought I heard it wrong, but it's true. It's my composition.

The whole class breathed a sigh of relief, and I was the only one with a sad face and a helpless complaint in my heart: How could it be my composition? It's just that this is wrong! Some people gloated at me as if they were watching another big joke. I also think the teacher is playing an international joke on me. Finally, with the encouragement of teachers and classmates, I walked to the podium in frustration. Just took the first step, suddenly a little dizzy, directly afraid of heights. Don't! It's "afraid of people" More than 50 pairs of eyes staring at me. At this moment, I finally understand why eyes can kill people. I reluctantly spit it out word by word. I read a good article, but it's all trite. It seems that I didn't write it, but copied it from others.

Slowly, I got used to this embarrassing environment. I listen to the teacher's comments and revisions while reading, just like ordinary chatting between friends. No, just friends talking. The teacher is our best bosom friend.

After reading the last paragraph of the composition, the teacher didn't slack off and explained the function and rhetorical devices of this paragraph in detail. Suddenly, everyone's attention gathered, even I was absorbed in the class.

Finally, the teacher asked the students to learn from me. Suddenly, I felt an indescribable joy, and more deeply moved.

The emotion hidden in our hearts is beautiful, real, joyful and unforgettable!

A beautiful composition left in your heart 2 Everyone has a treasure in his heart, which may be a gift from friends and classmates. Maybe it's a reward from your parents; This may be the most unforgettable story in your memory … but what about me? I'm not like them ...

One afternoon, suddenly dark clouds were gathering, accompanied by rumbling thunder, and heavy rain poured down. What are we doing? I don't have an umbrella! After school, I was at a loss in the classroom. Suddenly, after seeing colorful umbrellas, the familiar figure appeared-mom! She came up to me with an umbrella. When she came to me, I found that my mother's skirt and shoes were soaked through. She doesn't think so herself. She handed me an umbrella and said, "Take it and go home quickly." At this moment, I opened my umbrella and followed her. Inadvertently, I found some white hairs on my mother's head! I can't help but bang: mom is old! She not only runs around for work all day, but also takes care of my daily life. Not only that, she always helps me when I am in trouble; Encourage me when I fail. Time waits for no one! Mother will eventually grow old with me, so let me cherish this wisp of white hair, which contains a deep maternal love!

At this time, I remembered that when I was sick, my mother was very anxious, as anxious as ants on hot bricks, taking medicine or carrying water, and kept asking me about my illness. Care and greetings flow into my heart like a warm current. At this time, I feel a sense of happiness and satisfaction that I have never felt before. But just like this, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a shallow wrinkle in the corner of my mother's eye, and my heart was not a taste. My mother has paid so much for me, but I only repay her with repeated cold wars and quarrels! Looking at my mother's caring and gentle eyes, I resent myself for breaking her heart again and again! How I want to cherish my mother's wrinkles, which are full of maternal love!

Thank you, mom! Thank you for letting me grow up step by step with full love. For me, the journey of life is still very long, but I am willing, I am willing to cherish my mother's hair, wrinkles, smiles, hugs, exhortations and deep love. I am willing to cherish everything about my mother, and always regard it as the most beautiful treasure in my heart, so that this most beautiful treasure can become my eternal companion on the long road of life.

Rain, floating outside, seems to be crying, venting and talking.

I leaned against the window with a steaming cup of green tea, and my thoughts were taken back to that day-an indelible day in my life.

There are two girls in the middle of the playground on a rainy day. They walked aimlessly, walking. ...

"So fast, I have to graduate from high school again. I really can't bear to part with it." A girl looked up at the sky and couldn't help sighing.

"Yes, it's time to say goodbye to you again ..." Another girl looked down at the green grass as if looking for something, perhaps looking for our past memories, or perhaps. ...

"Remember today, three years ago, we said these words on the playground of the campus, but we finally came together, but it seems that fate will never care for us. I'm afraid I won't get into the same high school with you this time. We really have to say goodbye this time. " The girl still looks up at the sky and looks at the clouds floating in the sky from time to time. Once his happiness was that she looked up at the clouds floating in the sky. ...

"That if we are no longer a school, I will be your best friend? I really want to be good friends with you. "

"Well, I am, and I will always regard you as my best friend ..." Looking up at the sky, a few drops of water flowed down and slipped to the corners of my mouth. The girl doesn't know if it's rain or her tears ... only that it's very bitter, which is in line with her feelings now.

The sky is bluer in rainy days. Looking at this campus, there are many girls who belong to her and her friends who used to wander around this campus. Now she finally understands that everything in childhood has become a thing of the past, and they all have their own dreams, waiting for them to realize them. They both know that it is to let each other fly in the blue sky. ...

That rainy day, they walked hand in hand, walking ... gradually, their backs became smaller and smaller until they disappeared. ...

Thoughts come back to my mind, but I can't calm down ... it's still raining. How are you getting along now? Where are you now? Do you remember me?

A beautiful composition left in your heart 4 Everyone has a beautiful home that you yearn for. The beautiful home in my heart is clean, lively, environmentally friendly and beautiful. There should be a crystal clear stream in my small mountain village; Tall mountains; Charming flowers; There must also be diligent and polite people; There should also be flat rice fields in the mountain village.

Whenever it rains, you stand on the path and look around. In the sky washed by rain, several white clouds floated in; On the land washed away by rain, there are several children playing, and there are several little paparazzi playing. Entering the room, the furnishings are world-famous silky. First came to the resplendent living room. There is a glittering chandelier hanging in the middle of the living room. The wall of the living room is pink wallpaper, and a picture of "Xiuzhu" by Zheng Banqiao hangs on the front wall. Through ebony, I came to the restaurant. In the middle of the dining room is a table made of rattan with a tablecloth sewn with brocade. There are many fresh fruits and all kinds of cakes on the table. There are ten crystal cups on the table, shining with white light. At one end of the dining room, there is a row of soft brown sofas against the wall ... this is the first floor. On the second floor, the two rooms on the left are my parents' bedroom and study. The two rooms on the right are my bedroom and study. There is a beautiful chandelier hanging on the top of my bedroom.

A beautiful composition remains in my heart. 5 "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that spring grass heart, reported three Chunhui. " Reading aloud in the classroom, but I can't get into the role. When my mother woke me up in the morning, I got angry for no reason. "Call me so late, it is deliberately not to let me eat!" I slammed the door and rushed out. When I got home, only my mother looked stunned and wronged.

"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." The teacher's hand touched the blackboard gently, and I suddenly felt a warm current coming, some moved and some hot. The phrase "thread in the hands of a loving mother" reminds me of the past. ...

That year, the weather was particularly cold. Outside, patches of snowflakes were rolled by the cold wind and flew in different directions. The room is as cold as a cellar, and cold air keeps coming up from the trouser legs. "It's so cold!" I am shivering with cold, my hands are stiff with cold, and it hurts a little from time to time. When my mother saw me, she was so distressed that she almost shed tears. A few days later, my mother called me to her side and said with a smile, "This color is your favorite." Said, and took out a floral sweater. Looking at my mother's red eyes, I suddenly understood what was going on. My nose suddenly turned sour and I couldn't help jumping into my mother's arms. But in the morning, it was obviously my own fault, but I insisted on throwing it at my mother. Gradually, a trace of guilt welled up in my heart.

"She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home." The teacher's beautiful voice came like a gurgling stream, and poetic words once again opened the door to memory.

In my impression, my mother is a nagging goddess and a lovely thinker. When I was a child, my mother often told me that "a good word warms three winters, and a bad word hurts people in June." Sometimes, I am too lazy to do my homework and want to sneak out to play for a while. My mother will say, "Time is gone forever, it's hard to see you again." After entering junior high school, I live on campus. My mother is afraid that I can't handle my classmates well. On the first phone call, she repeatedly said that "being competitive is the bane, and being modest and prudent is safe" ... Imagine if there were no mother's words and expectations, would mistakes slip far away?

"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." The teacher's hand is still moving on the blackboard, and I still remember the magnetic sound in front of the podium, but my heart has already fluctuated. My mother raised me with great pains, but what did I repay? Looking at the teacher's gentle eyes, I suddenly understood: I almost ignored a most beautiful emotion-maternal love!

The beautiful composition left in my heart has always had the image of a lively little boy in my heart. A pair of big eyes, long eyelashes, two thin lips and two sweet dimples. Speaking of which, everyone must be confused. Is this a little boy? It's obviously a girl, right? In fact, this is what my brother looked like when he was a child.

My brother's name is Ziyawei, and he is my uncle's child. But we are like brothers and sisters. My brother is two years older than me. We are both in primary school in Xinji, and my brother has been scolded for protecting me.

In the second grade, there was a naughty boy at the back table. One day, while I was listening to the class, he actually cut my clothes with a knife. I was too timid to tell the teacher and ran to find my brother. Hearing this, my brother can't let him bully me My brother hit the naughty boy angrily. When the teacher found out, he scolded his brother. I was crying, but my brother smiled and said, "Nothing, as long as that guy doesn't bully you." I giggled when I heard this sentence from my brother.

In a blink of an eye, a year has passed and I have become a junior college student. My brother has also graduated from the sixth grade of primary school, and we are inseparable.

I still remember one summer evening, my brother and I were walking on the way to school together. The pond beside the road is full of beautiful lotus flowers. Pink petals are as pure as a shy girl's cheeks, and lotus seeds are greener. I can't resist this temptation, and I can't help but admire: what a beautiful lotus, what a fragrant lotus. My brother had a strange smile on his face when he saw me. My brother pulled me to the pond, pointed to the boat in the pond and motioned me to go down. The temptation of beauty made me no longer timid. My brother and I rowed the boat to the middle of the pond and picked beautiful lotus flowers and many lotus leaves. I can't even get my little hand. Holding the fruits of victory, we flew home. Syl told Zhang Zi and Uncle everything we did. My brother got a good beating for it. I cried when I saw my brother being beaten. My brother not only didn't scold me, but also smiled and said, "Nothing, it doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt." But then I couldn't laugh anymore. Just nodded stiffly.

Time flies, my brother and I have grown up. I left Xinji Central Primary School, which was full of our ups and downs, and bid farewell to the beautiful summer pond, but that wonderful memory will remain in our hearts forever. ...

Open the box of memory, memory is like a string of pearls, completely reappearing in my mind. The most dazzling thing is my friendship with him. -inscription

The two of us have been playing together since childhood, which can be regarded as "childhood friends, two children have no guess." I like being bored with her since I was a child, and I feel particularly safe after having her. She has gone to school in other places now. We haven't been together for a long time, but when I saw the pear tree we planted together in front of the door, I seemed to see her sweet smiling face. ...

One year on Arbor Day, the two of us conspired to "steal" a small pear tree seedling from home and planted it. We plan to meet in front of my house at noon. At noon, she arrived at my house on time, holding seedlings taller than him. We found a "land of geomantic omen", took two small shovels and dug the soil one by one, regardless of the sweat oozing from our heads. At noon, we dug a small pit and put the saplings in it, so that the roots of the saplings can spread out in the pit, so that they can absorb water and nutrition and grow up quickly. The two of us hold the soil in our hands and hold it on the roots. It was especially fun at that time. We watered the little tree, and all that was left was to hope that the little tree would grow up quickly.

Last year, the small pear tree produced its first pear, which was very small. Although a little astringent, we both ate very well, but we were very happy in our hearts. Because this is the result of our labor!

Although we are not in the same grade, we take a walk together after school every day. One afternoon, at first, the weather was fine and the sun was high, but later, it was cloudy and the wind blew the branches from side to side, making the rolled-up dust scattered in the air look particularly turbid. All this indicates that a storm is coming.

We walked on the way home with an umbrella. Accompanied by lightning, we snuggled up to each other and finally got home. It felt like a century had passed. The next day, she didn't go to school, and I realized that on the way home, she was holding an umbrella with me, half wet, and she had a high fever when she got home. I can't help feeling an emotion gushing out. She is really a good friend worthy of association.

A little bit of good memories only belong to us.

The beautiful composition left in my heart 8 The spring breeze gently brushed the treetops, and the earth regained its former vitality, and the memories buried deep in my heart surfaced again.

Others say that the door of memory is always closed, and unforgettable things will fade away until they fade away. But I never think so, because that scene often appears in front of my eyes.

Colorful childhood has quietly left me. As a primary school student, we have our own dreams and a dream garden in grade three. My parents are busy doing business, so I have been living in my grandmother's house. My grandmother, who is over 70 years old, takes good care of me.

It's a sunny morning. Although it is said on TV that it will rain heavily today, it doesn't look like rain at all to me, so I insist on not taking an umbrella. Grandma, I have no choice but to let me go.

At noon, the sky began to turn cloudy, dark clouds were gathering, and the wind roared as if to roar for the sky.

After a while, thunder and lightning, followed by heavy rain, strong wind mixed with heavy rain, dark clouds accompanied by thunder, relentlessly coming here, the originally bright and spacious classroom became darker and darker, and even had a gloomy smell.

I was so anxious that I was scared to death. How did I meet this weather? The classmates also shouted, and the teacher tried to stop it before everyone calmed down.

I was anxious to see my classmates being picked up by their parents one by one. Finally, a familiar figure caught my eye and my eyes brightened. It's grandma.

Grandma struggled to move forward behind my back, but how can a grandmother who is over 70 years old stand up to me? At a corner, my grandmother slipped, and I fell and fell into a safe grass nest. Grandma hit a stone, and I cried loudly, but no one responded to me. Everyone turned a blind eye to me. A passing uncle kindly saved us, took her back to the hospital and left in a hurry.

Although it has been a long time, it will be imprinted in my memory forever.

The door of memory is unlocked. As long as you touch it with your heart, your memory will become eternal.

Memories of the past, bits and pieces are so precious. Recalling the past is memorable.

The person I respect most is the math teacher in grade six. He taught me too much. He made me interested in mathematics, so I like it very much.

He is five big and three thick, and he is a real Shandong man. His broad shoulders are as majestic as mountains, and his big eyes are like talking. It's disturbing that he stood there, but when he spoke, he sounded like a scholar, with a deep and long voice full of philosophy. He walks gracefully, too. He is like a farmer in his bones. That's why I feel different from other teachers. Live and study with him as if his father were around.

An exam, of course, is a quiz, and we are all doing the questions seriously. A classmate in the class handed in the paper, and the teacher immediately scored 98 points. I finished it at that time, but I was afraid to hand it in. Because I am afraid of poor grades, because my math scores are the best in the teacher's mind, and I don't want to let him down. I kept checking again and again, trying to avoid making mistakes, but a minute later, most of my classmates handed in their papers, and I was uneasy, but the teacher gave me an encouraging look, and I finally handed them in. The teacher worked out the result quickly. At that time, when he announced the highest score, everyone held their breath. The highest score is 100, which belongs to the horse. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face. I realized that he was happy for me. People who have joys and sorrows are not always smooth sailing.

It is also an exam, and the teacher looks at the results. We can see that the teacher is unhappy because the exam questions are a bit difficult. The atmosphere in the classroom is heavy. None of the students spoke. We know that if the math teacher loses his temper, it is no exaggeration to summarize it with "darkness". He called my name and I walked slowly towards him. He saw my eyes mixed with some resentment in loss, and I was hit by his eyes. He asked me to set a goal and how many points I would get in the next exam. I definitely said 100%. But I did it.

Now he doesn't teach mathematics. In terms of logistics, I still don't understand why he doesn't teach. But when I see him now, I will call him teacher. He still looked at me as before, still so kind, still giving me spiritual motivation. Dear teacher, it is you who let me find a way out in confusion and find pleasure in sadness. You are my mentor and friend, and what you teach me will benefit me for life!

A beautiful composition left in my heart 10 The past is like smoke, drifting away with the wind. What remains in my heart is only a faint yearning. ...

My childhood was simple and happy, because you were with me. This is my best memory.

That memory touched my heart. Grandpa, I miss you so much! How are you doing in heaven? Are you lonely? Can you hear me miss you?

When I was a child, I snuggled in my grandfather's arms almost every day. Grandpa's rough big hand will hold my delicate little hand tightly, as if afraid of losing me. Grandpa's rickety back and stumbling steps are deeply imprinted in my heart and will never be erased, never. ...

Primary school is my most unforgettable time, because I have the friendship of my classmates and the company of my grandfather. I remember that every day my grandfather would stand at the school gate and wait for me after school. Time has made my grandfather so old. At that time, I was not sensible, I didn't understand grandpa's behavior at all, and sometimes I felt very annoyed. Once, because my parents were not at home, I didn't go home at noon and went to my classmate's house for dinner. Grandpa looked for me all afternoon and didn't even eat lunch. When I came home at night, my grandfather was still standing there waiting for me. When he saw me, the tension in his eyes immediately disappeared, and I was still facing that thin but smiling face. I cried in my arms when I knew that my grandfather was so anxious to see me not coming home. I didn't know my behavior made grandpa so anxious.

Grandpa loves me countless times. He loves me, but never dotes on me. I will never be allowed to spend money recklessly. Of course, he won't allow me to buy things that are useless at all. I remember one summer, the sun was scorching the earth and the weather was very hot. I think it would be great if a cool popsicle could come at this time! So I asked my grandfather for money, but he wouldn't give it to me. It's not that grandpa is stingy, but that those things are not healthy at all, so I have to give up ... "Oh, why is it so cold!" " "Looking back, it was my grandfather standing behind me with a glass of ice water, still sweet. It turned out that grandpa had already prepared the best "drink" for me in summer!

Looking back on the past with grandpa, the picture of love is printed in my mind and the warm current is stirring in my heart. ...

Suppressing the tears that are about to overflow my eyes, thinking about everything grandpa has done for me …

A beautiful composition stays in my heart 1 1 Memory is a rose in my heart that never dies. -Xi Murong

In the long river of memory, my father left me the best impression, that is, his rough big hands, because those hands brought me too much touch.

I am an ordinary student who "wanders" between home and school every day. In winter, the cold wind swept my hand like a sword, and I was unconscious every time. When I get home, my father will extend a warm hand and hold my hand tightly. At this time, there is a warm current surging in my heart like spring breeze, which keeps me warm in the cold winter.

I remember one winter, there was a sudden heavy snow, and the snowstorm blocked the way to travel. My father takes me to school by motorcycle. In the long snowy road, my father sheltered me from the cold with his tall body. In retrospect, the shallow car print was deeply branded in my heart, but it could not hide my father's boundless love for me. About 25 minutes later, we arrived at the school gate. I got off the bus and just wanted to take the thick clothes my father gave me, but I vaguely saw my father's hands shaking. When I took it, I accidentally touched my father's hand. Those hands that had given me infinite warmth were indescribable cold. I wanted to pretend not to see it, but that love for my father made me get up the courage to hold my father's hand. At that moment, I felt not only cold, but also rough. It turned out that dad was old, and his once delicate hands were scratched by years and roughened by hard work. After a while, my father said, "Let's go, or we'll be late." . After my father told me, I rode away on a motorcycle. Looking at my father's back, I felt the urge to cry, but I held back my tears. But when I looked back, tears as big as peas welled up in my head.

Under the care of my father, I grew up quietly. On the way of growing up, I left a poem "I walked through love/only found out/memory is the eternal smoke in my heart/my father's hand/my eternal face." ...

The wild rose is still in full bloom and fragrant, all because you are the best memory in my heart.

With the passage of time, those memories left in the deep heart are always so inseparable, deeply imprinted in the heart, so clear, lingering in the heart, often causing some ripples. ...

In my impression, she is always so "omnipotent" that she has to butt in and ask about everything. Wherever you go, you will hear her voice. She is my grandmother. She loves me very much. Every time I go home, I can always see my grandmother sitting in front of the door waiting for me anxiously. She is so kind and warm.

It was particularly cold last winter. I remember it was a Friday night. I rode home as usual. It's too cold. How I look forward to going home around the stove!

The car drove very fast, and soon I came to the village entrance. I saw a familiar figure from a distance. When you look closer, you can clearly see that it is grandma. I stepped up and came to grandma. I got out of the car trembling. Although grandma is wearing a scarf, I can still see her purple face. "Grandma, why are you here?" Grandma smiled and said, "I didn't see you coming back, so I came out to see if I could meet you." I didn't expect that I was really accurate, just waiting for you. " The wind blew my hair and came at me like a knife. I dare not stay there any longer, so I quickly helped my grandmother home. My hand accidentally touched grandma's finger. "It's so cold!" I muttered in my mind. I looked down and found that grandma's hands were so rough that she felt like wood when she just sat down.

"Grandma, why are your hands so cold?" "Oh, nothing, maybe it's because I don't wear enough. When I get old and my health gets worse, I won't want you. " Grandma sighed. I quickly accosted and said, "Grandma, you are not old. You will live a long life! " Grandma smiled and said, "You are so sweet. Forget it, hurry home! " "I said coquetry," No, I'm here to see you off. " Grandma stubbornly said, "Be obedient. "At grandma's insistence, I quit the army.

I followed my grandmother, and my eyes were wet. Grandma walks hard, but in our eyes, the journey of three to five steps is a burden for him. Grandma moved to the door, held the wall outside with her hand, opened the door, lifted her heavy feet and stepped into the threshold. She came to the fire with both hands and stretched out her hands to make a fire. I dare not stay there any longer, so I turned and ran home.

The biggest regret in life is that life is short. I clearly remember my grief when I learned that my grandmother had passed away. I sat next to my grandmother and saw her energetic grandmother become quiet. I grabbed her hand, but this time it was really cold.

Things have changed, and people are not omnipotent. Although the building is empty and grandma has left me forever, the warmth I left in my heart will last forever.