Composition 1: Unforgettable Memories On the road of my growth, many things happened that made me excited, sad, excited and sorry. Now, they have become treasures in my memory, hitting my heart from time to time! Let me pick a spray from the treasure house of memory and find a true feeling to share with you.
In my memory, there was one thing that I couldn't erase, and it was the only thing that made me give up the dignity of a girl and burst into tears at school. It left a deep imprint on my young mind, just like someone slashed a knife in my heart, which I can't forget and let go with time!
I remember that time, I was so happy that I didn't sleep for several nights. I was seriously preparing and working hard. I have been practicing for several days to prepare for the talent show during the election campaign. I often force myself to constantly modify and practice a dance routine every night until 1 1, and I still feel refreshed for class the next day. Although it's hard, I think it's worth it for the faith I've always adhered to in my heart!
After several days of hard training, I finally want to run for public office. I think I can definitely choose because I am? I am confident that the elders of the Three Dynasties have served as the Tourism Commission for three years.
When I walked leisurely to the camera, I recited the manuscript skillfully and danced what I thought was the best dance. After I leave the stage, I think I will be elected 200%, because I was not nervous when I came to power, which was much better than the previous three elections. Do you really feel like calling one? Okay？ Good word!
I'm waiting for the results for the next few days.
On Friday, the results finally came out. But I'd rather not hear the result, because I couldn't believe my ears at all. I lost the election. This result is undoubtedly fatal to me! I seem to have been knocked down by lightning. I can't stand it. I tried to hold back the tears in my eyes, but when I got out of the gym, I couldn't help it anymore. It's nothing to let the tears of disappointment flow like a flood that opens the floodgate. Afterwards, I was comforted and encouraged by my teacher and several good friends, otherwise I really didn't know what to do.
This incident became an indelible memory in my heart, because it deeply hurt me; This matter, I can't let it disappear, because it has caused a fatal blow to me. At that moment, I finally understood? When you grow up, you can only run. How afraid I am of falling in the dark? The profound connotation of this lyric, at the same time, I also deeply realize that suffering is the teacher of life. Therefore, I will cheer up and continue to advance towards my life goals with full passion.
Composition 2: On the road of indelible memory growth, the number of things is also like stars. Funny things, happy things, sad things and so on when I was a child are all in my mind, but after a long time, some things are forgotten. But there is one thing I can't forget, which has left an indelible memory in my mind.
In a cold winter, my favorite means of transportation, bicycle, was broken by me. There are many tires? Wound? This bike is very important to me. It was a birthday present from my father when I was in the third grade. I will ride it to school tomorrow. Without it, I would definitely be late for school.
I feel very sad about what I did to my bike. I have been blaming myself: look at you, what you have done to your bike! This is the mother's anxious voice: take her son to the door of the community to see if the bicycle repairman is still there. If not, we can think of other ways. ?
So, my father took me outside the community to have a look. We happened to see an old man who was repairing cars and wanted to pack up and leave. I pushed the car and my dad flew past. Dad shouted: Grandpa, wait a minute. ? The old man heard the sound, looked up at us and stopped his buddy. We ran to the old man, panting with fatigue. I quickly said:? Grandpa, do you think you can fix my car? The old man looked up at the sky. At this time, the sun is setting, and the weather in1February is biting cold. I am extremely worried and worried about this old man, because it is too cold to repair it for us. But my guess is wrong. The old man looked at the sky, sighed and said, OK! ? My worry immediately turned into excitement, and I quickly said, thank you, thank you. ?
The old man looked at the car carefully, then pulled open the rear wheel, took out the inner tube, inflated it and put it into the water. Immediately, several bubbles appeared on the water. The old man said, this tire is badly hurt and needs repairing. ? Grandpa said that he took out his tools and began to repair them. Grandpa is very skilled at mending tires, but it's so cold that his hands are frozen stiff. The affectation of grasping the fetus is a bit clumsy.
After a while, it was finally finished. My father and I both looked frozen. ? The bracket of the car must be repaired, otherwise it may break when riding, and the children will be very dangerous. ? I thought to myself: I just want to charge more. Soon, the frame was repaired. Dad asked:? how much is it? Grandpa held out two fingers: two dollars. ? My eyes widened in surprise. In this cold winter, it took so long to repair it, and it charged two yuan for so many problems. I was completely stunned. Just now I was a villain's heart and a gentleman's belly. I'm really ashamed. I suddenly feel that the weather is not so cold, which makes grandpa's image tall.
Although it has been a long time, I still can't forget it for a long time. It left an indelible mark on my heart. I will definitely follow my grandfather's example and be an honest, kind and helpful person.
Composition 3: indelible memory? Love is a word, I will only say it once, you know I will only express it with actions, promise for a lifetime and stick to it? When this song "Love is a Word" rings in my ear, an old man's face and an old stranger will appear in my mind.
On that day, we will always remember July 6, not for any reason, but because an ordinary little thing happened on this ordinary day.
Summer is always like this, hot and stuffy. In order to pass the time, I fly kites alone in the community. The higher the kite flies, the higher my heart flies. In the blue sky, a kite is flying, a girl is chasing under the blue sky, and happiness flows like this. However, God refused to cooperate with me. The wind died down and stopped. The kite hung its head feebly. In desperation, I suddenly turned around and listened? Mao? Bang, something hit my sandal-wearing foot.
? Ah! ? I screamed and looked down. There is a pot of broken jasmine on the ground, and the petals are scattered on the concrete floor. I thought to myself: this is over! According to my grandmother, there is a lonely old woman who likes jasmine. She is like a gray wall, lifeless and never associates with anyone. I haven't seen her, nor has my grandmother, and almost no one has, but everyone says so. When I think about it, I always feel chilling.
I was just about to leave here when a sharp pain almost made me fall to the ground, and at the same time a gray figure flashed out of the room. I close my eyes, afraid of regret. I know very well that a storm is coming! After a long time, I obviously felt an old hand pull me up from the concrete floor.
I suddenly opened my eyes and saw a strange and old face. Just when I wanted to apologize, the old woman picked up a bottle of mercurochrome and carefully applied it to my wound to comfort me. It's okay, it'll be all right soon! My flowers hurt you, don't mind, okay? I nodded, and a warm current filled my body. At the same time, I am also confused: it is obviously my fault. What did the old lady do for me? She shouldn't be a lonely old man in our country! So I blurted out the email opposite the cover:? You, aren't you the lonely old man? I regret it when I say it: no, it will break her heart! Grandma smiled: Yes! That's me before! ? After that, she stood up and looked at me, her eyes full of love. In the distance, I don't know who is singing: I will always protect you, regardless of the wind and rain, wholeheartedly?
You may delay, but time will not. After a long time, the old man died of illness. So far, I don't know who she is, and my face is not very clear, but I am lucky to know her true side!
Composition 4: In the long journey of life, indelible memories are mostly discarded at random in the dead corner of the memory galaxy, and there is almost no possibility of seeing the light of day again. But there are a few small things, even if they are very thin, which will give off warm sunshine and stay in the deepest part of your memory, which cannot be erased or forgotten.
The wind is coming, like the tide of the ocean, with a frightening sound, rolling in from the distant land of lotus. The big poplar trees on the roadside were blown to the east and west by the wind, making a swish sound, as if to say: Uncle Feng, take your time, don't walk in such a hurry. ? The north wind roared and hit my face, and my face was like a needle. I snorted. I'm still angry because my mother didn't see me off this morning. Suddenly, not far away, an orange figure was moving. That warm color is particularly eye-catching in this bleak winter. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be a little girl about seven or eight years old sweeping her door. I'm not very clean, but my hair is neatly tied. The immature little hand holds a big broom, and the broom that is flush with her is not in harmony with her height. Thin figure, trembling, as if in the wind will fall at any time. I thought to myself: on such a cold day, let such a small child clean the house with such a big broom, and his parents are so worried. I saw a smile, yes, it was a smile. The red face in the cold wind is not a helplessness to life, nor a worry about others, but a hopeful smile.
I bowed my head and my heart was full of shame. Compared with that little boy, I am really spoiled. When will my parents let me sweep the floor in the cold wind? When will my parents let me do heavy housework? When did my parents put me through this? What right have I to complain about my parents? I feel indescribable sadness when I think of losing my temper in the morning because my mother didn't send me to school.
It turns out that when we are in trouble, the people who can give everything to help us are parents. When we are wronged, the people who can patiently listen to our crying are parents. When we make mistakes, the people who can forgive us without hesitation are parents. When we succeed, we will sincerely celebrate for us, and it is our parents who share our joy. Now when I study, I still care about our parents. Although this is a very small thing in life, it can even be said to be unremarkable. However, this is enough for me to remember and become an indelible memory.
Composition 5: The indelible memory reminds me of one thing, and its danger makes me have an indelible memory.
This year? Five? One? On Labor Day, my family went to the west coast of Chongwu.
It was a sunny day, and the sea was covered with fish scales. There are two or three shrimp boats not far from the shore. We came at the right time, and the sea just ebbed, connecting a beach with several reefs, leaving a wet sea foam. We walked along the path given by the sea, stepping on the soft sea sand with our feet and heading for the reef.
We choose a place where there is no moss, but it still looks wet, and put down our bread, mineral water and other foods. Dad was sharp-eyed and saw a small crab hidden in a crack in the stone. He picked up a small stick and put it on the table. Little darling? Come out and catch it quickly. ? Little guy? Unwilling to grasp, I waved a pair of pliers-like claws, and the other four pairs of claws struggled desperately, but to no avail, my mother and sister cheered in unison, cheering for my father and the little crab at the same time.
There are many colorful, glittering and translucent white shells scattered on the beach not far away. My sister and I screamed and rushed forward to put them in our pile one by one? Jubao? In the bag.
We played to our heart's content, completely forgetting the time. When my mother called for dinner, we felt hungry.
At this time, a row of bamboo rafts were rowing around the reef, and a fisherman stood on it and watched him harvest from time to time. When his bamboo raft came not far from us, he shouted: tourists on the rocks, the tide is coming! Get ashore! ?
? Oh, thank you? Dad quickly packed his bags and motioned for us to leave this happy place quickly.
When we walked to the coast about 200 meters away from the reef, we looked back and found that the beach path had been submerged by the sea.
Dad told us to sit on a stone and look out at the sea. There was a boat coming from time to time on the horizon? Huh? The sound of a flute; Close your eyes again, the place where we played just now has been completely submerged by the sea, only the top surface of the highest reef is exposed.
? That was close! ? Dad couldn't help saying in surprise. What would we do without that kind fisherman?
? Yes! ? I can't help but nod my head, thinking that playing blindly on the beach without knowing the tide may kill me.
This is the first time I experienced a critical moment, but I can't erase it.