In the ordinary daily life, we always have less contact with the essay, right? The essay requires a complete chapter structure, and must avoid the appearance of the no-ending essay. So, how to go about writing an essay? The following is what I have organized for you to forget the essay, welcome to read, I hope you can like.
Forget not to forget essay 1The wind in late fall is very cool.
Qing Ming stood in the doorway of his grandmother's house and shrunk his neck in the cold.
The moment she stepped into the yard, she could not take her eyes off it. It was a thick acacia tree, the leaves had already fallen out, the branches jutted out into the blue sky, with a few dried pods hanging sporadically from it, rubbing against the trunk and making a rustling sound, and what's more, there were two broken ropes tied to the branches, fluttering openly in the air.
The breaks in the rope are so neat and so silent, just like Qing Ming's mood at this moment.
During the summer vacation of the second grade, Qing Ming was sent by her parents to her grandmother's house in the countryside.
At that time, the acacia tree was so lush, full of pink and white flowers that danced in the wind. There was also a small swing tied to the branches of the tree.
Qing Ming naturally loved this swing. Every evening, she has to sit quietly on it and watch the sunset.
A transparent wind blew, hair gently swept over Qing Ming's shoulders, occasionally kissed her lowered eyelashes, skirt flying, like a dancing white butterfly, the head of the acacia tree leaves, the sound of clattering. A pink acacia flower gently fell between Qing Ming's fingers, and the soft filaments of the flower left its fragrance to her fingertips.
From that moment on, Qing Ming fell in love with the acacia tree, with summer, and with the tiny swing.
The days slipped by and that day finally came.
In the evening, when the sun was still shining like blood, Qing Ming held the rope of the swing tightly and stubbornly refused to let go.
Next to her, her parents and grandma tried to persuade her, but to no avail. In the heat of the moment, her father's hand was raised high, but it didn't fall in the end because her grandma stopped it.
Grandma said nothing, turned around, went back to the house, and then came back here, and with one swing of her right hand, the rope of that swing was cut by the scissors of her right hand, and the broken rope slipped from Qing Ming's arm. At that moment, the wooden board was like a kite with broken strings, falling quietly, and along with it, Qing Ming's glassy and fragile heart.
Qing Ming did not cry, just stared at the scene, eyes as deep as water.
She was eventually taken away, to a world without swings.
Today, seven years later, she stood under the acacia tree again, her hand gently stroked the neat break, and her mouth murmured, I'm back.
Unconsciously, she had tears in her eyes ......
In fact, there are many things that can not be forgotten, such as the seven moons of the solid sunshine.
And those who have been should be forgiven.
Forget not to forget essay 2In the blink of an eye, it is the season of drifting snow again, and I look at the colorful lights on the street, and I already feel the atmosphere of Christmas.
When I was young, Christmas was the most cozy time of the year. We always took out the little Christmas tree weeks in advance and put it in the center of the living room. On Christmas Eve, my dad never forgot to buy some Christmas lights from the supermarket. After the family had finished dinner, we sat around the tree. We turned off the headlights, and the family was quiet, looking at the tree full of colored lights and greeting cards with blessings written on them. The house was a little dim, but the lights on the tree seemed to illuminate everything.
Christmas Eve is so exciting! As a young girl, I really believed in Santa Claus. On Christmas Eve, I would always lie on the windowsill and look out the window as cars whizzed by in the distance with their headlights flashing.
"That must be Santa Claus!"
Early Christmas morning, I was even more delighted by the gift at my bedside: "Wow! Santa Claus really gave me a present! How did he know I've always wanted this?" There was a thick frost outside the window, but inside the house was warm as spring.
But as time went by, and as I grew up year after year, my fantasies of Santa Claus became more and more of an illusion, and Christmas in recent years has not had the same atmosphere as in earlier years.
As Christmas approached, the streets were still bustling with activity, but my heart became a little numb.
One day, when I came home from school, I just put down my heavy bag, and a shiny silver object in the center of the living room caught my attention.
It was the Christmas tree! I saw the long-lost Christmas tree next to the sofa! It, which had grown up with me, now looked a little old, but still sparkled, and the five-pointed star at the top of the tree was no less crystalline and translucent.
And "Santa Claus" has always been there!
The familiar figure next to the Christmas tree is not my eternal "Santa Claus"!
I jumped into the open arms of my mom and dad, and in the familiar warmth, I thought back carefully: the reason why I feel that Christmas presents are becoming less and less interesting is because my parents have given me more and more surprises. Once only once a year to look forward to the gift, my parents see me like, they often help me buy, now every day is like the old Christmas is as rich in flavor ah! The reason I no longer imagine a distant Santa Claus is because there are two of them close to me! And they are even more loving than Santa Claus!
Forever Christmas, unforgettable flavor! --Title
The wind blew the window "snap, snap, snap ......", in this silent night and the wind played a lonely melody, the fallen leaves in the wind fluttering alone! .
I was in this dense wind was haunted by a nightmare, dreaming that she was in a white dress, tears said: since you do not believe in me, then I no longer have anything to hold on to ...... She turned around and walked away, I want to reach out and catch, only to be shocked at the heartbreak of a place ...... I no longer sleep, the wind blew my broken hair, thousands of thoughts surging to the heart ......
The first time we met, she was a snow-white dress, standing on the podium with a smile to introduce themselves. She is like a white snow elf, not seeping a little impurity. She said her name was Su, and from then on her name was engraved in my heart, becoming an eternal scar.
Su easy to approach, and soon I became close to her Siamese twins. She was a good student and often tutored me in my homework. She and I both love the night and the stars. We often lie on the grass, looking at the sky full of stars to talk about the past and the present, counting the people, we had promised to become good friends for life under the moon, never to part.
Su is so beautiful, her beauty is not only seen by me, but also seen by others. In front of her I can only look up, but some people are not satisfied with looking up. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. At first, one person said I did not believe, gradually more and more people said, I was shaken, and finally, everyone said, I was completely shaken. So I began to alienate Su, and gradually she and I became more and more distant. Finally, she disappeared. But stay in the depths of my memory, leaving me alone in the night wind thinking ......
The night is as old as ever, everything but things have long been different, only the depths of the memory of the person's face will never fade. The wounds on the heart are still in pain, memories flutter in the wind, the person in the memories of melancholy. Never forget ......
Forgetting Essay 4"Haha" a burst of playful laughter came from the school. Needless to ask, they must be a group of crazy people, without a little bit of a daughter's reserve. It was their unconventionality that brought us together. When I first met them, I thought they were complete ladies, but after we got acquainted, you wouldn't think so, they were angels on the outside and demons on the inside.
Cheng Yan Yan, is a beautiful woman, has a pair of flashing big eyes, delicate features. She is slow to do anything, which is why we all love to tease her. She is also very abrasive and loves to look in the mirror, 23 hours out of a 24-hour day. She is also a persistent person, and she has lost many battles.
Zhang Ziwei, who is also beautiful, is not tall. She can be said to make us here the most honest girl it, we play every game, she said the truth. In fact, carefully imagined he seems to have no shortcomings, just a little short, poor temper, just ah.
Waiting for Mingzhu, she is very thin, almost all bones. Not very tall either. She and Ziwei are cousins and are very close. She that, love to curse and whine. Advantages that, like none. She's so pretty, the kind of girl who looks protective.
By the way, it is they brought me countless happiness, gave me the taste of youth. I remember when I cried when Mingzhu wasn't on, that's when I realized I cared about her so much. They are the best friends, and Cong Shan, she does not go to school, working outside, she said it is very hard, how do we not know that. In my best years I didn't regret knowing you guys, you brought true friendship in this hypocritical world. We do a lifetime of sisterhood, okay?
Someone once told me that friendship is a more reliable harbor than love and affection.
Forget the essay 5From kindergarten to sixth grade, there are many many teachers who have taught me, but the only teacher who made me unforgettable is the kindergarten is the chubby, amiable, kind teacher.
Remember that, the summer heat is unbearable, even if the classroom is equipped with electric fans, but also non-stop downward sweat. We are seriously writing homework, a field book written on a full dozen pages, to be written when I was tired to shake a few arms, have buried his head to continue to write. The teacher sitting in front of us was very understanding, saw that we were a little tired, and said, "Take a break and then write again." We said to the teacher in unison, "It's okay." After that, the teacher said a few words to another teacher and went out, and when she came back out of breath, she saw only a few more bottles of cold mineral water in her hands. They poured the water into the cup, just all the mineral water poured full of each of our cups, after drinking the refreshingly cool water, all of a sudden lifted the heat, the teacher then picked up the cup and poured some of the classroom that residual warmth is not yet exhausted, drink up, to see that we are happy, her face also unfolded a sweet smile.
Under the shade of the green, we were playing throwing handkerchiefs, and I, with victory in sight, accidentally tripped over the fat boy. He fell to the ground and blood flowed from his knees. The teacher's quick eye was hurt that fat kid, ran to the infirmary. I don't know how the teacher managed to get the fat kid to the infirmary so fast. Teachers a person so fat to walk to all the effort, let alone also carry a fat boy running?
In the aftermath, the teacher because some things can not go to class, I transferred to another class. Never saw the teacher again. But her thing, his seriousness and responsibility, I can never forget.
Can't Forget Essay 6Inside every gift, there is a different story, and those stories record our past. --Title
"It's time to clean up and clean up the table, and then there is no place to write homework ......" My table is large, or pure white, due to the exams a few days ago. So bring home all the textbooks, books, test papers and whatnot from school. The messy textbooks are all over my desk, and looking at this "huge project", I feel like running away.
I took a rag and stood on a chair and wiped the jewelry on the bookcase that others had given me, a variety of mugs, crystal balls, candles ...... Somehow, a thin layer of dust had fallen on these ornaments. "Should not have been wiped for a long time, right" wipe wipe, suddenly, holding the rag hand slip, the hand of the large crystal ball "snap" fell to the ground, the sound of the crystal ball fell to the ground startled me a jump. I quickly jumped out of the chair, picked up the ground 'crystal ball, look, have twisted the back of the buttons, a burst of pleasant and fresh music floated out, "phew, fortunately, not broken." I breathed out, the stone on my heart finally landed.
In the many gifts, I cherish the most perhaps only this crystal ball.
This crystal ball was given to me by Yu Zi when I graduated from elementary school.
Yu Zi is one of my elementary school classmates, she is our class to collect homework, every day to urge us to hand in homework, she is very loud, and her voice is also very sharp, it sounds very uncomfortable. At first, the students in the class were obedient and honestly handed their homework to the group leader, who then handed it to Rainy. Over time, the students were a little disgusted with Yu Zi, saying that she was too much control, so annoying every day, and her loud, shrill voice made those who had difficulty with their homework feel incredibly miserable.
On Thursday, when Yu Zi went to the office to give the teacher a report on the homework situation, I closed the classroom door, and then stood on the podium, and the students by the window immediately pulled the curtains closed, making it look like an emergency meeting of the secret service. Then I whispered "Tomorrow, when Yuuko collects the homework, everyone leave the classroom as fast as you can and go to the playground." "Good." I did not expect that my opinion, the students unanimously approved.
The next day, the morning reading of the dismissal bell hit, the students are like an earthquake drill speed rushed out of the classroom, I was the last to go out, go out, I glanced at the seat stood dumbfounded Yu Zi, heart flashed a trace of apology. "Let's go, let's go." One of the students next to me urged anxiously. Then I went with them to the playground. "Ding, ding, ding." The bell for class soon rang, and the students ran back to the classroom from the playground again in unison, I was the first to arrive at the classroom, pushing open the door, I saw Yu Zi sitting by herself in her seat, with something glittering in her eyes, looking so helpless. I want to ask something, but the back of the classmates have arrived at the door of the classroom, just to the edge of the mouth words were swallowed back.
The class teacher walked into the classroom and said sternly, "Yu Zi, stand up." Yu Zi immediately obediently stood up. Then the teacher asked with a stern face, "Where is the homework?" When the students saw this situation, they were all very nervous, afraid that Yu Zi would tell us what we had done under the class, if we did, the whole class would be punished collectively. I was also nervous as hell in my seat, however, Yu Zi's answer surprised me "I'm sorry teacher, this time it's my fault, I was late in the morning, I just got to school in this class." Yu Zi's head was lowered very low, her face was very red, her voice said calmly "Look at you, how did you get it, how can you go to class if you can't hand in your homework, go back and write a review and hand it to me tomorrow." Just like that, the teacher angrily slapped the table, turned around and walked away, "This class is on math, Yu Zi after class to collect all the homework and hand it to me." Looking at Yu Zi standing on the seat, I do not know how to comfort her for a moment, but it was her who spoke first, "Can you collect the homework for me in the next class, I think the classmates should listen to you."
So, in this way, I have to help Yu Zi to collect homework every day, and the students in the class are not whining anymore, very cooperative with us.
Time is always so fast, sixth grade, we finished the last test in elementary school. Yu Zi rushed to the door of my examination room, holding a beautiful gift box in his arms and said "Fifi, to give you, after I'm going to go to the third middle school on, we two will be separated." "Uh, thanks."
In this way, now we are divided in different middle schools, every time I see this exquisite crystal ball I always think of Yu Zi.
I wanted to say "Yu-chan, I'm sorry, I really miss you."
I rubbed the crystal ball in my hand again and again, and then gently put it on my bookcase.
Can't Forget Essay 7I was very excited to walk to school today because it was June 1 Children's Day, and the teacher asked our group to dress up the classroom, so I thought about it while I was unconsciously arriving at the school.
I came to the class, afraid of blowing balloons at noon to be too late, I called on the whole class to blow balloons, in a flash, the classroom became a world of balls, some fly by from the eyes, some fall from the air, dazzling people.
On the language class, Mr. Wang mysteriously said to us, "I have prepared a surprise for you." Then, give us a lesson, but the lesson to half a phone call suddenly called, said to us, "This phone call I have to return, and you have something to do." Only a few minutes later, she said to us, "My surprise for you has arrived and I have to choose two people to pick up the surprise." The students raised their hands, Ms. Wang chose Wu Zhengyu and Lu Yu to pick up the surprise, there was a sharp knock on the door, Ms. Wang opened the door, a big cake! Teacher Wang said to us, "I want to give all the students in our class a collective birthday." The class chanted long live the teacher.
At noon, my group students and I began to busy, you cut tape, I hang ribbons, you blow up balloons, I clean up, busy, with Tong Haichuan this right-hand man, is much easier for me, suddenly, not enough ribbons, I pulled out the Amoy book music earned 30 yuan, to buy ribbons used to 8 yuan, I would like to thank the Wu Haixin, to help us buy a lot of things to be used, and to I would like to thank all the students who helped to buy materials and decorations, because you become more wonderful.
In the afternoon, after I finished the chorus competition, I returned to the class, when the teacher came and said to us, "I announce that the June 1 carnival officially begins." Yi Quanheng and others introduced us to the firecracker, we finished grabbing chairs, the most exciting moment came, the teacher gave everyone a birthday hat, took a group photo, and began to blow out the candles, everyone ate a fragrant rainbow cake, but also smeared the cake on the face of the people, everyone became like the devil.
After school, we took the birthday hat in a neat line to go home, as if, everyone face through the smile, that night, I had a good dream ......
Forget not to forget the essay 8That year, my mother and I quarreled with a fight, only because of my gas, in my mother some reprimand, I can no longer hold back, I can not help it. Years of stress all of a sudden burst out, became tears, became impulsive, my father shook his head helplessly, he has been so many years of hard work, have become white hair, the same, mother is also.
I crazy messy hair, with the sleeve to dry the tears, but the face of the tear stains and eyes of the penetrating red lack of rubbing can not wipe clean.
In a moment, the repressed mind suddenly flashed an inexplicable idea, that is, "run away from home", I know, for me now, that is really ridiculous.
I grabbed the keys, ignoring my father's obstruction, rushed out of the door, sat on the steps of the corridor, did not think about anything, just there silently crying, my father seems to be at home and my mother said something, said for a long time as if, pushed the door to find me, asked me if I want to go out to play with him, I was discouraged to answer my father, do not. My father told me that perhaps it would be better to go out for a walk. But I don't listen to anything, but once I saw my father's gentle gaze and the white hair, I can't help but nose, thinking that I can't let my father worry about me anymore, and then silently said, okay. We went to a square, at this time has been almost eleven o'clock, the road is not much car, just occasionally a few cabs and very few delivery trucks go by.
My father told me to sit on the square seat, said to me, people, this life has many difficulties, this road of life is difficult and bumpy, but also has the happiness and joy, parents are good for children, education, education you do, education you learn. Which parents do not want their children ah, although it is not forcing you to do the first, but you have to work hard to do, these scolding, is for your attitude to make corrections, if one day you went to college, you will completely understand all of this, and at that time, you do not need to take care of our care, because you have already grown up into an adult.
My father smiled and asked me to understand, that smile contains countless love and tolerance, I nodded my head while acid biting the tip of my tongue to hold back tears, because I understand that I really owe them too much, and this smile, must be my life can not be forgotten. Because the questions on this exam were surprisingly simple, I didn't check them. When I finished typing the paper, I was confident and said to myself, full marks are not yours! Teachers, classmates, and parents came to ask me how I did. I also answered with the same answer as always: "not bad". Who knows, this has become a harbinger of my regression.
After the test, the teacher, as always, let us look at the paper. Looking at the seventh grade paper, the heart full of confidence, overflowing with smiles. When we went to other classrooms to find their own paper, the beginning of the heart still leap this, cheering, in the split second of seeing the results, I was blindfolded. However, there was a certain sense of self-compassion when I saw that there were so many others who were worse than me. Then we went to several more classes, and my mind was blown again and again. Until finally - we walked up to the office door to go over the math scores, and I stood timidly in the doorway, afraid to go in. After a while, they came out, and we went back into the English teacher's office, and were eating candy, when all of a sudden, the English teacher came in with the report card, and right on cue, my heart fluttered. I saw my math grade - 69.5. At this time the heart is as hard as a knife, tears in the eyes, can no longer bear the pain, sadness all of a sudden can not stop the flow. In the face of teachers and classmates to comfort, I was indifferent, just crying intensified. I desperately want to stop, but due to the difficult to suppress the heart, so that I can not control themselves.
Finally, it was time to go home, so I dried my tears, took my friend's hand, and walked through the hall. My friend's comforting words brought me back to the pain again. At this point, she put me close to her shoulder, said in a comforting tone: "is not just a test, is not just a blow, this is the time to test your perseverance. In front of your eyes, how many celebrities, great people are not after suffering one blow after another, from the original place to climb up again, and again forward, and finally reached the other side of the shore of success? Without failure, where is the success? Without failure, does success still have its original meaning?" As she said this, I felt that she was really very mature. I felt that her shoulders were so broad and moving. Finally, with her encouragement, we went home together.
I finally understand the preciousness of friendship, there can be no money in the world, there can be no food, but people can not be without friendship! The memories of the past have already passed away. Only this secret, buried in the heart ...... years, stained the flow of years, we, do not regret ever vow. In this world of instantaneous change, still retain a true self, for our youth, hard work. --Title
When I was a child, there were not so many ideas, not so many taboos. There are not so many worries, there are not so many hooks and corners ......
When we were young, we were so naive, will be in order to play with our buddies and very late to write the summer vacation homework, and nowadays, will finish the homework and then go to play. When I was a child, there are worries, we will talk to friends; and now, but a person in the corner secretly crying. When we were young, we would fight over a toy. And now, not for small things and fight.
We used to be so impulsive; now we know how to calm down and think twice before acting. We used to be so happy, but now we live under the mask of hypocrisy. We don't show our feelings freely anymore; we don't grieve for a week over the death of a white rabbit; we don't laugh so easily anymore; we have become formal. We don't greet each other's familiar classmates anymore, simply because I'm a boy and you're a girl. Fear of being spread "rumors". Growing up, we have learned to be silent, know how to calm down, but lost friendship, lost innocence. Happy, in our hearts less and less, leaving us more, is endless indifference and loneliness.
But, friendship, or broke through the heavy obstacles, arrived at our side. We, with our own language, interpretation, youthful vigor, the greatness of friendship. Slowly, we realized, no longer hang on the mouth of friendship, but to pay for the action, our love for friends, never left. Just a different way of existence.
Young us, is the vibrant sun. We, lamenting the vicissitudes of the world, but also enjoy the love of friends, relatives, teachers. Now, we will love to action. Instead of hanging on the lips. Youth, is a crazy trip, sweet and sour, all kinds of flavors, young us, welcome the morning sun forward, life on the road, there are many things waiting for us. This can not forget the secret, let it follow our growth, to witness the greatness of the friendship of the day ......
Youth, is to never stop moving forward with the crazy ......