Looking back on those unremarkable childhood events, although small, those memories are so touching, because with these memories, you can make continuous progress, keep pursuing and grow. Childhood is always reminiscent. Think back to that colorful dream, think back to Yaya's learning language, think back to when she just learned to walk, when she first stepped on the stage, when she called her parents for the first time, the first time. . At that moment, those shots suddenly appeared in front of your eyes.
It was an unforgettable memory, an unforgettable childhood. On the day when I first took up my new schoolbag and went to school, I was finally able to go to school like other children. For me, this is my historic moment. My parents photographed this most happy and unforgettable appearance with a camera, which became the most gratifying thing for my parents. It has also become the happiest portrayal of my family. This unforgettable moment, so beautiful and sweet, has always appeared in my mind. However, beauty is only the past. In the long days, after repeated tempering, I honed myself as hard and weak as steel. No one will know the pressure of study, and no one will be pitiful. In the autumn when the leaves are falling, there is only hardship and only lost happiness. This is bitter. When I was a child, in the spring when a hundred flowers blossom, my childhood with beautiful dreams passed quickly.
So far, I will not shed tears in the face of the cruelty of reality, and my tears will be covered by that dark cloud. Childhood tears are so weak and stingy. Childhood dreams are colorful, as beautiful as a hundred flowers, unforgettable and unforgettable. At that time, there was no worry or worry. Childhood dreams are like the night sky, so broad and quiet. Childhood dreams are like countless stars. They only blink, can't talk, honest and calm ... countless stars, like countless dreams, flooded into my little head. Since then, I have been thinking about countless problems.
Growing up under the blue sky, dreams in the night sky are like small castles piled up on the beach and dreams by the blue sea; My son always likes to play under the banyan tree, and he also likes to sit there quietly and listen to the old story. At that time, the dream was green. When I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown and enjoy the golden leaves flying all over the sky in the autumn when the leaves were falling. At that time, my dream was golden. I always liked dreaming when I was a child. Walking in the dream can't find the exit maze. Being locked in the maze again and again, I feel so confused. In real life, when my fighting spirit is aroused, dreams are the color of fire. ...
Memories make everything in the world quiet, relaxed and warm, remind you of distant but not distant dreams, remind you of the rain, which is a beating melody. When you fall, there is a force watching you, reminding you to fly the paper plane under the blue sky and the dream you expect.
The clock can only go forward, not backward. Childhood has only aftertaste and memories. .....
Childhood has only memories, dreams have only creation, and the future has only struggle. .....
Childhood is a thing of the past. Only by remembering those little things and accumulating more experience can this road get wider and wider. Everyone has his colorful childhood. Childhood is the most precious thing in life. This is the beginning of your life. If you have it, you have a lifetime. We should cherish it.
Dreams often change. Dreams are the goal that people pursue all their lives. Only struggle, struggle, dreams can be realized, and that will become a reality.
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Only by remembering everything will you feel good. ...
2. Sweet Memories The first question of junior high school level is not limited to poetry and prose, but there are two different things.
The passing of time has reminded me of the past, and photos have become the most precious thing. Although the present scenes and events may be better than the past, as the writer said, "My childhood was the best."
With the arrival of the World Expo, Shanghai has started a large-scale project construction, from the urban area to the suburban counties, all need to enter the modernization track. A large number of houses began to be demolished, which reminded me of everything in my grandmother's house.
I spent most of my childhood in the country. Green groves, gurgling streams and endless fields occupy a very important position in my heart. I was brought up by my grandmother, so I have an indissoluble bond with the countryside.
A few wisps of spring breeze awakened the buds on the tree and the flowers on the ground. When I was a child, I was excited to touch here, see there and listen to the "whirring" wind. I was very happy. I remember when I was a child, I liked to play in the wind with my neighbors' friends. Or after a few showers and pure rain, step on a small puddle piled up in a low place. Rural areas. These are two different articles.
The passing of time has reminded me of the past, and photos have become the most precious thing. Although the present scenes and events may be better than the past, as the writer said, "My childhood was the best."
With the arrival of the World Expo, Shanghai has started a large-scale project construction, from the urban area to the suburban counties, all need to enter the modernization track. A large number of houses began to be demolished, which reminded me of everything in my grandmother's house.
I spent most of my childhood in the country. Green groves, gurgling streams and endless fields occupy a very important position in my heart. I was brought up by my grandmother, so I have an indissoluble bond with the countryside.
A few wisps of spring breeze awakened the buds on the tree and the flowers on the ground. When I was a child, I was excited to touch here, see there and listen to the "whirring" wind. I was very happy. I remember when I was a child, I liked to play in the wind with my neighbors' friends. Or after a few showers and pure rain, step on a small puddle piled up in a low place. There are many wild flowers in the countryside, which are colorful, small and exquisite, and often clustered. The sweet smell of flowers greeted the bees and me. I grabbed a handful and put it in my mouth, sucking it gently. I think it tastes sweet. Grandma said that many wild flowers can be used as medicinal materials. I wonder if bees come here to collect honey for medicine?
The stream is gurgling and the lotus leaves are in full bloom, covering the river. My friends and I waded barefoot through soft mud to fish, and the pool was full of our laughter. Tired, I picked a big lotus leaf as an umbrella and strolled on the pastoral path, gloomy and vaguely cool.
The wheat in the field is full and the fruit on the treetops attracts us. We meet to climb the fruit tree and enjoy the fruit carefree. The villagers are very generous! The cool breeze is blowing on my cheeks, as if touching them. Very pleasant.
The countryside added a few jumping notes to my childhood, leaving beautiful thoughts in my mind. I will keep it forever, because it is my best memory.
Everyone must have had memories. Memories are our wealth, and having memories is like having inspiration for life. And whenever the sun sets, that deep orange will always be like a crystal, illuminating my heart; It will always be like an orange, sour and sweet, full of happiness and warmth-this is my memory.
"Come on, come on!" In the autumn wind, the students waved their arms, leaned forward and shouted for me. This stems from the sports meeting that shocked me for a long time.
I was in grade five in that sports meeting. With the encouragement of my classmates, I signed up for 800 meters for the first time. With the falling autumn leaves, my thin body like autumn leaves appeared on the runway.
Autumn wind gave me the shouts of my classmates, and standing on the runway, I seemed to have the fear of Linjiang in my heart. It was a faint dependence, but it made my heart a lot more solid. Inadvertently, a calm smile appeared on my face, and the shouts of my classmates became louder. ...
"bang!" The starting gun roared mercilessly, breaking the silence at that moment in autumn. The world in front of me is spinning rapidly, and only the gentle and shocking voice in my ear echoes in my heart for a long time. I am tired and want to give up, but every time my heart cries, it gives me the courage to wander in this field full of strength and courage, and the end point is becoming clearer and clearer in my hope. ...
"A record!" The bright red finish line came into my sight. The audience was boiling instantly, the radio was boiling, the students embraced together, and the sweat and tears melted together. I suddenly felt that friendship was so sweet and felt the shocking warmth and strength before making a brave choice. The creator of all this is friendship, touching friendship!
I suddenly stopped to think, but the sweetness never changed. The sunset has dyed the sky red, and my heart seems to be rippling in an instant-life adds a layer of color to memories, and memories are sweeter. ...
3. Sweet Memory Composition I am glad to answer ~~ 1. The good memories of the past no longer exist, but what leaves me the most is the memories in time.
I once fantasized about going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, the past life left me only good memories ... I recalled spring, the season when birds sang and flowers were fragrant. We sang loudly and walked on the field path.
Spring outing attracts children most, but cooking and running games are more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky.
The sky is blue. Under the blue sky, the branches have sprouted, and I seem to see them grow sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine. Isn't that bud exactly what we are full of vitality? I remember summer, a season full of new green.
There are countless flowers and grasses growing in that small garden that belongs to me. The grass is shining and the flowers are blooming more brightly! Sporadic flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although not as charming as peony, not as fragrant as jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful.
In the distance, a yellow dot flies, it is near, it is closer! Oh, it's a bee, Tiny. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar.
When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, and along with the bees, it settles everywhere. Isn't that our hardworking gardener? I remember autumn, the harvest season.
In the field, you see, it is full of gold, which keeps fluctuating with the wind, just like rolling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches, watery and mouth-watering.
Take a bite, the fragrance is overflowing and it will be unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chattered endlessly. After a summer vacation, we miss each other.
During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest? I remember winter, a warm season. Although the leaves have fallen, occasionally a bird can be seen singing in the tree; Although the grass is yellow, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere.
It entrusted the friendship, sincerity and blessings of the students. Isn't that the warmth for a long time? I recall the past and look forward to the future. Let them be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth.
Let them leave me more beautiful memories! There is a photo under the glass plate of my bedside table. The little girl with a childish face and a piano in her hands in the photo is me.
Whenever I see this photo, I always think of an incident that happened in kindergarten. It was the day when I was six years old. When class is over, everyone is playing outside.
I saw the teacher correcting homework, sitting on the piano in the corner of the classroom, singing "Counting Ducks" that the teacher just taught me, nodding my head and pretending to play on the keyboard with my hands. At this moment, I felt that I was really playing a ballad.
Gradually, I seemed to walk into the dreamland, watching the ducklings swimming in the river under the bridge in front of the door, then I came to the river and counted "one, two, three, four"-suddenly, I woke up from the dreamland with a click. I quickly got up from the piano bench and ran to my seat.
The teacher came up to me, bent down and asked me, do you like playing the piano? I nodded at once. The teacher called me to the piano, sat on the piano stool, squared up and played emotionally.
The teacher smiled, his hands moved and jumped freely on the keys, and the piano sounded like a bell. A beautiful piece of music played from her hand fascinated me.
I was immersed in the sound of the piano and seemed to forget everything. Listen, I feel like I'm in a vast field.
Holding a whip, driving the sheep happily. The sun shines on the earth, birds fly freely in the blue sky ... I am silent in the embrace of nature and enjoy a happy time ... It was that close contact with music that made me fall in love with music and chose Ouhai Art School and piano.
Now my piano has passed Grade Five, but as long as I see that photo, I will recall the happy scene six years ago. 2. Golden childhood, sweet memories, happy past and happy today.
This is what we yearn for, but do you really have it? Even if it's just the first two ... I remember when I was in kindergarten and grade two, I spent every summer vacation at my grandmother's house. The happiest time was probably 2004.
That day, I had just arrived at my grandmother's house when my 6-year-old sister Xiaoqiu rushed out and threw herself into my arms. The first thing she said was, "Ha ha! Sister, there you are! Let's go to the fruit and vegetable garden to play together! " What an innocent child! I said yes. Just as grandma was going to collect some sugar cane, she called us and mom.
As soon as we came to grandma's field, we were fascinated by the beautiful scenery: a large colorful flower … No! It's an ocean of flowers! Pink bean curd has a spring smile; The fiery pomegranate flower has the enthusiasm of summer; Golden rape blossoms are busy in autumn; Snow-white pear flowers have the innocence of winter ... We sat on the grass as soft as a blanket and watched grandma harvest sugar cane quickly. In the afternoon, grandma chose some good sugarcane slices for us to eat.
At that time, not only the mouth was sweet, but also the heart was sweet. In the evening, my sister and I sat by the lake watching the stars.
There are countless stars in the sky, shining like crystal stones on the clothes of night girls, very beautiful! It was quiet all around, and the sparkling lake became as flat as a mirror in the morning; At night, there are no fishermen's shouts by the lake, and occasionally a breeze blows through the leaves, adding a bit of elegance and unusual to this ordinary small lake ... Everything is so beautiful, I really hope that sweet memories can become the most dazzling stars in the sky. 3, like to recall, recall past ignorance, and recall past hearts again and again.
-Inscription. I remember when I was in the sixth grade, I somehow fell in love with a girl in my class.
That's right. It's funny to think about it now. I think she is very cute, especially when she smiles, her round face shows two dimples and a pair of eyes.
4. Sweet memories golden childhood, sweet memories, happy past, happy today. This is what we yearn for, but do you really have it? Even if it's just the first two ...
I remember when I was in kindergarten and grade two, I spent every summer vacation at my grandmother's house. The happiest time was probably 2004. That day, I had just arrived at my grandmother's house when my 6-year-old sister Xiaoqiu rushed out and threw herself into my arms. The first thing she said was, "Ha ha! Sister, there you are! Let's go to the fruit and vegetable garden to play together! " What an innocent child! I said yes. Just as grandma was going to collect some sugar cane, she called us and mom.
As soon as we came to grandma's field, we were fascinated by the beautiful scenery: a large colorful flower … No! It's an ocean of flowers! Pink bean curd has a spring smile; The fiery pomegranate flower has the enthusiasm of summer; Golden rape blossoms are busy in autumn; Snow-white pear flowers have the innocence of winter ... We sat on the grass as soft as a blanket and watched grandma harvest sugar cane quickly. In the afternoon, grandma chose some good sugarcane slices for us to eat. At that time, not only the mouth was sweet, but also the heart was sweet.
In the evening, my sister and I sat by the lake watching the stars. There are countless stars in the sky, shining like crystal stones on the clothes of night girls, very beautiful! It was quiet all around, and the sparkling lake became as flat as a mirror in the morning; At night, there are no fishermen's shouts by the lake, and occasionally a breeze blows over the leaves, adding a little elegance to this ordinary small lake, which is somewhat unusual. ...
Everything is so beautiful, I really hope that sweet memories can become the most dazzling stars in the sky.
5. Memories of Spring Poetry Memories of Spring
Raindrops beat against the eaves.
Tick off my memories of spring.
The breeze is playing music.
Flowing out my memory of spring.
At that time, grass was green stationery.
Transmitting information in the soil
At that time, flowers were pink messengers.
Pass on the fragrance of our friendship.
The blue sky is a flowing background.
The earth is a big stage.
We are putting on a young play.
Spring birds accompany us.
Xiao Shu dances with us.
Spring is the spring that breeds vitality.
Fly in our songs and smiles
Negligently
The pace of spring is in a hurry.
Summer comes in colorful skirts.
The sun dried up the flowers and plants.
We also walked listlessly on the asphalt road.
A bird is singing on the branch.
It seems to miss the lost spring.
Graduation always means separation.
Today, I think of our spring day again.
Running wildly in spring.
Happy spring
Spring with you
But it has become an eternal memory.
-Absolutely original composition tutorial class (Taobao) free writing questions and answers, counseling.
6. Sweet memories and bitter memories (composition) Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I have gradually grown from a childish urchin to a youthful and energetic teenager.
I am about to graduate and enter middle school. My alma mater gave me too much. When I left, I looked at my alma mater, the cradle of my growth, and I couldn't help being at a loss. Campus life is like a treasure chest to me. There are many treasures hidden in it. Although some of them have gradually lost their luster, one pearl is still eye-catching ... I remember that time, it was a special luminous party held to celebrate the "June 1 ST" festival.
On the stage, all kinds of balloons are dotted with colorful balloons, which are really dazzling. With the enthusiastic voice of the host, the party kicked off.
The program was wonderful, with laughter, shouts and applause. It's too noisy! Everyone waved light sticks, as if they were twinkling stars, reflecting the burning bonfire and illuminating the big playground covered by night. It's our turn to perform four finales in the fifth grade.
When singing, the days of hard rehearsal before the performance have long been beautiful memories, and everyone has devoted themselves to the performance. Especially singing "Can we not break up?" With the dancing classmates, I am full of energetic and dynamic dance steps, and I have a lot of thoughts.
Yes, isn't this song just expressing our mood at this moment? What we want to say most is: "Alma Mater, can you not break up!" At the end of the song, the audience applauded. This is everyone's affirmation of our graduating class students. How could I forget? The most exciting thing is the ignition ceremony. Teachers and representatives of young pioneers led us to shout slogans, and several energetic young pioneers started the torch relay ceremony, which pushed the party to * * *.
The torch was blazing in the night, which made everyone's face red and stirred everyone's mood ... Listening to the high-pitched recitations of teachers and classmates, I understood that the revolutionary fire needs to be passed down from generation to generation ... The music sounded, and everyone stepped on the cheerful rhythm and danced in groups around the fluorescent fire. Some of them were in pairs, and some were in a small circle ... The whole playground was infected by this atmosphere, and everyone was boiling. In the depths of my memory, this beautiful memory, with colorful amorous feelings, is often sung in my heart like a surging song ... 2. The beautiful memories of the past no longer exist, but what leaves me the most is the memory in time. I once fantasized about going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, the past life left me only good memories ... I recalled spring, the season when birds sang and flowers were fragrant.
We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outing attracts children most, but cooking and running games are more enjoyable.
We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue. Under the blue sky, the branches have sprouted, and I seem to see them grow sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine.
Isn't that bud exactly what we are full of vitality? I remember summer, a season full of new green. There are countless flowers and grasses growing in that small garden that belongs to me.
The grass is shining and the flowers are blooming more brightly! Sporadic flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although not as charming as peony, not as fragrant as jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful. In the distance, a yellow dot flies, it is near, it is closer! Oh, it's a bee, Tiny.
It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, and along with the bees, it settles everywhere.
Isn't that our hardworking gardener? I remember autumn, the harvest season. In the field, you see, it is full of gold, which keeps fluctuating with the wind, just like rolling waves.
In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches, watery and mouth-watering. Take a bite, the fragrance is overflowing and it will be unforgettable for a long time.
On campus, we chattered endlessly. After a summer vacation, we miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest? I remember winter, a warm season.
Although the leaves have fallen, occasionally a bird can be seen singing in the tree; Although the grass is yellow, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere. It entrusted the friendship, sincerity and blessings of the students. Isn't that the warmth for a long time? I recall the past and look forward to the future.
Let them be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories! There are many beautiful memories in life, just like pearls shining on the beach, which you can pick up and chew carefully from time to time.
At night, it was horribly quiet, and there was not even a breath of wind. A few scattered stars in the sky blinked, and several fires in the distance have gone out, but I still can't sleep on the sofa for a long time.
There is Emil Wakin Chau's Friends on the radio, which reminds me of the day when I left my alma mater: it was raining and I was wandering around the campus alone with an umbrella. How beautiful it is here-flowers are in full bloom and trees are shaded.
Once upon a time, there were laughter and books everywhere. However, soon, I will leave this beautiful campus and embark on the road of studying in a different place.
The flagpole is erected on campus, and we held a flag-raising ceremony here on Monday morning. On the playground, we left the playground when we held the school sports meeting.
The teaching building is in front of me, so kind and familiar, which reminds me of Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge. "I walked quietly, just as I came gently.
. "In the blink of an eye, the past has vanished. Only the kind face of the teacher and the childish face of the friend are left.
Unforgettable Unforgettable, why did you come so soon? I suspect: it is the sunshine that comes and goes quietly in our daily casual; It is a beautiful dandelion flower, flying gently and falling leisurely.
My alma mater is my glass shell. I want to stay inside forever, I know, it's a daydream, impossible.
Finally, I walked out of my glass shell and stared at the future in the sun. On that day, I found that the sky and the soil were in harmony.
In this way, I left. at present
7. Recall my mother's love for you at ordinary times. If the spring breeze gives me tenderness, write it down in the form of poetry.
I can't repay you.
If the sunshine gives me warmth.
I can't repay you.
So, mom
Everything you gave me.
How can I repay you?
Is the most precious life.
At the same time, it is also a deep love around this life.
Your back is waiting in the sunset.
Behind my ups and downs and scenery
How much do you value it?
Everything I got.
You gave me everything.
Every step I take
Nothing is your contribution.
Dear mother in this life
I hope I can repay your love with my own love.
I hope I can repay your efforts with my own efforts.
tomorrow
When the dawn comes
When I take a new step
I know
Even if I don't look back
Your eyes and kindness
What will accompany me all my life?
Every day and every second.
8. The composition in the form of poetry "Unforgettable Childhood" gradually, time passed, everything recovered, and I gradually grew up. Trees can be greener and flowers can bloom again, but who can tell me why my childhood is gone forever? The fun things I did when I was a child and the happiness I felt were all turned into history by some force.
As the sun flies and time flies, I rotate day and night, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Do the same thing and eat the same meal every day. Why? Is everyone vertical? How many people in this world can really be happy?
When I was a naive child, childhood slipped away from happy games, childhood slipped away from innocent smiling faces ... in a blink of an eye, I grew up quietly.
Now the world is really chaotic, and people fight to the death for their own gains and losses. In order to fulfill their wishes, parents are under the slogan "Don't let their children lose at the starting line". From the day we were born, we can only work in the direction they specify, regardless of our hobbies. When I was a child, I learned the inexplicable San Zi Jing, just like astronomical olympiad, which made my young mind feel "tired".
When I was growing up, I didn't know what a "happy childhood" was. Endless cram schools and mountains of homework made me dull and dumb. Only the computer has become my only game partner. Think back to the children in the countryside. Without pressure and competition, they can roam freely in the embrace of nature. How happy their childhood is!
Childhood is so short, dear mom and dad, can you tell me: are we happy in childhood? Why not let us find our own hobbies?
9. Sweet Memories In life, there are many past events. Of course, memories are indispensable. Memories may be beautiful, bitter or sweet. Of course, I prefer sweet memories.
In the first grade, I was carefree and happy. At that time, it was the happiest day of my life
Once, when I was doing my homework, I met a difficult problem. Originally, I wanted to use "happiness" to make a sentence, because I just entered the first year of high school, and I couldn't do it. I thought about it for a long time, but finally I couldn't help asking my mother. My mother said, "Go outside for a while and relax!" " After listening to my mother, I came to the garden. Ah! There are so many flowers here! I am dazzled by the colorful competition for opening up. I am running and playing happily in the endless sea of flowers. Finally I was tired and sweated a lot. My mother came over and hugged me, gently stroking the bean-sized sweat off my forehead. I suddenly feel warm, happy and a little sweet. I ran home with a smile and wrote the answer in my heart:
Because it has reached a high stage, there is less time to play in childhood and less innocence. But sometimes, I often recall my sweet childhood fun, which makes my heart sweeter and happier, and makes me feel that I have returned to that innocent childhood life.
This is my sweet memory!