Sweet Memories Composition 1 Looking for the familiar sweet fragrance, I went back to my childhood, where an old man lived and filled my childhood memories.
He is an old man who can change syrup into various shapes. He was obsessed with the taste of sugar when he was a child. Perhaps this is the nature of children, because that smell can taste happiness.
I draw pictures of shops buying all kinds of sugar on the turntable every day. She does whatever the pointer points to. That time, out of luck, I turned to a dragon, which is the biggest and most complicated. It can be said that it is like a three-dimensional handicraft. Because of the complicated procedures, he asked me to pick it up tomorrow. I was very excited in Yichang that night, as if it was an honor, and time suddenly passed slowly at that time. Finally looking forward to the next day, I came to the store with longing and excitement and saw my own sugar. In the shop, eyes sparkle. When the old man saw me, he kindly handed me the sugar. When I picked up the sugar, I found it was big and heavy. Dragons are lifelike. But because of my carelessness, the candy was broken before I reached the door of the shop. I was in tears. Hearing this, the old man came over and said, "Little girl, grandpa is not careful. Don't cry. Grandpa will make another one. " At that time, I was naive and nodded in agreement.
Maybe ordinary people think this is a very common thing. But when an old man who has never lived regards himself as a granddaughter, it is really touching. Looking back now, the elderly are not like ordinary people, just opening stores for commercial interests. He has a kind and simple heart. He brought every child a beautiful and innocent childhood. He made my childhood memories complete and sweet. Without him, that childhood memory should be missing.
Some people say that there are no feelings that don't need to be returned, but the feelings that this old man gave me have become a part of my childhood and can never be returned. He gave me more than precious sugar. But a kind of spiritual comfort, the old man is gone now, and that kind of sugar can't be bought. Now I have to find the special sweetness in my memory. Smells like childhood.
Time flies, looking back, I found that the old man's smile was so kind and the taste of sugar was so special. I will put the old man's Mo Sun into my childhood and cherish it for a lifetime.
Sweet Memories Composition 2 Zhu Ziqing once said: "When the swallows go and come again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. Willow has withered, and it will be green again, but tell me wisely, why are our days gone forever? ……"
Yes, just like my golden childhood, I will never come back. Whenever I think of my childhood, even if it is a sad thing, it is always so sweet and happy. ...
Since primary school, my grades in grades one, two and three are just average. In the fourth grade, I transferred to another new class. The teacher education in this class is very suitable for me, so my grades have advanced by leaps and bounds. I got the first place in my class in Chinese and math. I remember the first time I went, I sat in the third row in the middle. In front of me is a female classmate. Her name is Yue. Her grades are very good. Is that her or my team leader? For this reason, she shortened our distance and unconsciously became good friends. We are inseparable all day and never quarrel. The students at school call us sister. Hehe, later we became deskmates. We always help each other in learning, learn from each other's strong points, and always find infinite fun in learning. Since then, I have found that studying is not so boring. As long as we find some good methods, we can get twice the result with half the effort!
But a few months later, I was nearsighted and couldn't even see the blackboard in the third row clearly. Then the teacher decided to transfer me to the first row. He said that he and Yue would change seats, which meant that I would separate. I didn't agree. The teacher had no choice but to ask other students to spare two seats for the inseparable "Yuanyang". I didn't agree. Actually, I really appreciate the teacher's kindness, because I really don't want to. But my heart is still My Sweetie's …
Sweet Memories Composition 3 There is always a memory that I can't forget; There is always someone who makes me think for a long time; There is always a smell that reminds me of sweet pea cakes.
At that time in my memory, I was about six years old, and I had an interesting childhood in my hometown. Our family has lived under the same roof for four generations, and my grandfather has not passed away. Lao Nai died a few months after I was born, so I don't have much impression of Lao Nai. In my hometown, Lao was also my closest relative. At that time, my name was Yan Yu, and my master gave it to me. He wants me to wash away the world's red dust like rain and be a shortcut. The master is a very learned young man and is very famous in the village.
At home, my grandma, grandpa and grandpa love me very much, and my parents and aunts are in Zhengzhou. Sir, this is almost all my possessions in my hometown. Sometimes, my grandmother will quarrel with me and beat me because I did something wrong, while my grandfather always protects me and always makes me happy in a short time. Among them, pea cake is my most unforgettable food. I clearly remember that every afternoon, there will always be a bell ringing on the driveway in front of my house, accompanied by the cry of "bean cake, bean cake". At that time, I rushed out and took a look. After watching me stare at the tempting bean cake for a long time, the master went up and bought two pieces and shouted to me, "It's raining, take it and eat it!" " He handed me two pieces of bean cakes and I wolfed them down. My master smiled happily ... from then on, every day, I always eat two delicious pea cakes.
I remember one day, my master said that he would teach me to write. Once I lose interest, I don't want to learn to write from my master. My master said to me earnestly, "It's raining. Do you want to eat bean cake?" "Learn to write with your master, and he will buy you bean cakes to eat." As soon as I heard this, my mouth watered and I agreed to my master in one bite. He took a piece of paper and a pencil, wrote my name on the paper and said to me, "It's raining. Do you recognize these two words?" I simply replied: "Yan … Yu …" My master asked me to write my name. I paused and shook my head. Master taught me that a big hand like a dead branch took my tender hand and wrote down my names one by one. Of course, it is not as beautiful and neat as what my master just wrote. The master asked me to write it myself, so I had to write it down slowly with a pen. I don't know when the master handed me two bean cakes like magic. I was full of energy at once, and I gulped them down. After eating, my face was covered with bean cake residue, and the master took out his handkerchief and wiped it for me.
The good times didn't last long. When I was almost seven years old, my grandfather left me. I suddenly cried and called to him. My grandmother told me, "My grandfather has gone to find Lao Nai, and he and Lao Nai will always look at me and accompany me." Grandma said, "My eyes are overflowing with shining tears. I don't know what it means. Grandma also turned her head to the other side, and her tears were still dripping ... I listened to her words and thought that Grandpa was still alive, so I ran around the house, crying, hoping to find him, but I never found him. Pea is still tall, but it has been changed to grandpa. When I chew the pea cake carefully again, I feel how bitter it is, but it is so sad.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have grown up and I am very busy with my studies. I seldom eat pea cakes. After a long separation, I went back to my hometown. Grandpa had bought pea cakes, changed the packaging and tasted them carefully. As before, my mouth is full of childhood memories, recalling the charm, vaguely, as if I saw grandpa calling me with fragrant pea cake in his hand.
Sweet memory composition 4 12 1, 12 1 I want to jump on one foot or two feet, and I often say it. If I melt the icing, the Prime Minister will shout and the party will be arranged in an arc.
This road is the one that my father accompanied me the most. Dad said that Tang Hua originated in the Ming Dynasty and was popular in the Qing Dynasty. It has been passed down to this day, and as the grandchildren of Chinese children, I have the honor to taste the pleasure of licking on the tip of my tongue.
Chasing the willow outside with a stick, painting a bridge on the south bank of the lake bed. Grandpa's Tang Hua is very poetic. Finding the way, I found the stove, spoon and grandfather who painted Tang Hua.
Under the baking of yellow sugar in the fire, the sugar cubes turned into syrup. I saw grandpa put away his childish smile when painting, frowned and pursed his mouth, and poured the syrup neatly on the chopping board in front of him, sometimes swaying and winding, sometimes gently soothing, sometimes floating quickly, and sometimes writing slowly. When he poured boiling syrup, it was like a magic, and immediately formed a Tang Hua on the chopping board. Grandpa pursed his lips, blew a sigh gently at Tang Hua, picked up a stick with his other hand, glued it on, picked it up with a stick, and immediately there were many lifelike gadgets.
And I stood by, staring at Tang Hua, staring at every stroke that Grandpa drew, drawing with Grandpa's copper spoon, using copper spoon as brush and syrup as ink, and writing the patterns that children want with bamboo sticks.
I can't bear to discuss with my grandfather and want to make a picture of myself. I don't know that the copper spoon in my hand is not as rickety as that in grandpa's hand, and it is full of gas. In the end, it can only become a flat lollipop to realize the taste of licking.
And the taste of that memory, like candy silk, has been outlined in my heart. The lingering sweetness, the fragrance of maltose, the tree that fascinated me deeply, accompanied my memory and growth.
Sweet Memories Composition 5 In all the days, my mother is busy for us.
Mother became a mother because she gave birth to life. Before we came to this world, my mother began to sew underwear for us, expecting our appearance and imagining our future. ...
Although mother's day is stipulated in the world, in fact, mothers have no festivals.
In other words, mothers also have holidays every day.
Children can laugh and walk. It's mother's day.
It is a mother's holiday for children to sing the first song and write the first word.
The child won the first prize. Although it is just an ordinary pencil, it is also a grand Mother's Day.
Children have learned knowledge, children have made achievements, children have found their other half in the world, and children have younger children ... these are mother's festivals.
The progress of every child is a festival that mothers will always remember.
It is an eternal festival for human beings that a mother raises an excellent child.
Each of us, as children, should work hard for mothers with festivals and mothers without festivals!
Whispering in Whispering-This article tells that mothers have worked hard for their children and neglected themselves at all stages of their children's lives. Mother never has a holiday. And mothers also have festivals. "It is an eternal festival for human beings for a mother to cultivate an excellent child." Finally, he warned us: "For the sake of mother, for the sake of mother's holiday, each of us as children should work hard!" "The article describes mother's work by enumerating the details in life: when we cry, laugh, learn to walk, learn to talk, climb mountains, be wronged, etc. We can't live without our mother. It is through these descriptions of a large number of details of life that a great and ordinary mother image emerges from the paper.
No matter how far the child goes, he can't leave his mother's sight. Mother is very careful. All she needs is a sweater to keep her children warm for life. Imagine that under the sleepless night light, she is hunched over and holding a ball of wool in her arms, one needle is deep and the other needle is shallow. The shriveled back of hand was covered with blue veins like hills, rumbling and bulging. Today, the child really exhausted the mother's life's hard work!
Local friends asked me how my mother was. I said that my mother lives in the Far East and has a quiet life. She goes downstairs for a walk in the small garden at 6 every morning. Mom is thin, like a clothesline, but she has never fallen. In the last century, my delicate mother tenaciously brought home the bacon, after 30 years of ups and downs, until our two brothers grew into human beings. My mother is old, but she is still optimistic. She repeatedly warned on the phone: I am in good health now, and I will be at home when you come back. In fact, which children in this world have walked out of their mother's field of vision?
The most beautiful thing in the world is mother's smiling face, silent blessing and ardent expectation. This year, I was glad to meet my mother's birth year, and the children on the other side of the earth called you from the bottom of my heart: I will love you forever in my life, my dearest mother.