In real life or work and study, we all have the experience of writing essays, and we are familiar with essays, right? With the help of essays, we can improve our language organization skills. Or are you at a loss for compositions? The following is my collection of essays on the topic of memories, for reference only, let's take a look.
Essay 1 on the topic of memoriesAs soon as I saw the photo in the drawer, I remembered my cousin.
The beginning of the school year, but my cousin suddenly fell ill, after school, I came to my cousin's home, my cousin just fell asleep, I inadvertently found a work and rest schedule, which is written in this way: six o'clock in the morning to accompany my brother to practice long-distance running, eight o'clock to write homework, nine o'clock to help my mother to tidy up the room ......, I'm the head of the class, I have to lead by example, and I say what I do.
See here, I admire my cousin from the bottom of my heart, an elementary school student has such a strong sense of responsibility, such a strong will, and I ...
Remember last winter vacation, my cousin heard from somewhere that I 800 meters long-distance running did not meet the standard, they took the initiative to invite me to practice long-distance running. I can not face, plus mom in a side even coaxed with orders, had to agree with the head. That day, I got up and looked at the watch, ah! Time is not early, I rushed to put on a big scarf, put on a big hat hurriedly out of the door ...... a door, I saw my cousin's figure under the street lamp. I walked over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Get up really early!" Cousin saw it was me and said unhappily, "Brother, the first day of exercise came late." I smiled in embarrassment. Seeing what I was wearing, my cousin was surprised and said, "You're wearing so much for a workout, how hot it is!" I explained to him that I had recently caught a bit of a cold, and my cousin didn't say anything when he heard that and just did his pre-run preparations.
We quickly ran on the road, my cousin gradually became a "mute", mouth huffing and puffing gasping, gradually, my cousin was left behind ten meters, if not wait for him, we have to engage in a single. So I stopped and said to my cousin, "Let's rest for a while and then run." Cousin but said: "No ...... not, we must run to the front of the big tree and then rest, if you can not run, think of a dog behind you in pursuit of you, will soon catch up with you." Said, he leaped to my front in a few steps. What a mess, I'm such a big guy, I could let him get behind me. I accelerated for the third time, but at this time I felt that my physical strength was getting weaker and weaker, as if there was something heavy hanging on my legs, I couldn't take a step. "The dog is chasing you behind ......," you say strange, I also began to believe my cousin's statement.
The end point seems to be in the infinite extension, voice like in smoke, we both easily ran to the destination, cousin said to me: "How about, big scarf, big hat enough for you to get hot." Yikes! Really, the sweat has soaked through the underwear ...... throughout the winter vacation, cousin always accompanied me, and like a trainer, the requirements are very strict, I did not expect after a period of exercise, my physical quality really improved.
Since then, I do everything seriously, not to achieve the goal never give up, cousin that firm will always inspire me to move forward!
Everyone loves their own school, and so do I. The teachers were very good at what they did, and the teachers were very good at what they did, and the teachers were very good at what they did. Thinking back to these six years, the teachers tirelessly teach, to show me the way to the door of knowledge, the teacher's kind face, the laughter of friendship between students, as well as the school's familiar grass and trees, can not help but stir me to the school's feelings of reluctance to leave.
When I walked into the school gate, the first thing that caught my eye was the big red wall, which is inlaid with eight big golden words "study hard, every day up". In the sunlight, flashing dazzling light, she is like a silent horn, stirring us to the beginning of the day's study, shadow wall under the green lawn, sculpted with two lovely deer, a standing body, as if to greet us, the other is bending down to eat grass, which is clearly the image of telling us: to absorb the knowledge, grow up quickly. Deer next to the white elegant cranes, wings spread, looking up at the blue sky, symbolizing our new generation of young people's ambitious future.
The left side of the passage, is the school's south building, which was built in the sixties, vaguely visible mottled walls. It seems to record the hard days my father spent here, long years, cohesion of generations of people on the school's deep love. Looking north, is the seventies construction of the school building - North Building, flat roof red brick, although not talk about the majestic tall, but overflowing with the breath of spring. I will never forget my father, our old alumni insulted when talking about the North Building, the face of envy and delight.
Sandwiched between the South Building and the North Building is the West Building, which was newly built in the nineties, with cream-colored walls, elegant and dignified, Z-shaped staircases, staggered, and the whole layout is full of modern flavor. There are more than twenty computers in the computer room, and in class, the computer screen shows various graphics and letters. Yes, new knowledge breeds a new generation, cultivating a new master of the twenty-first century.
The day's lesson begins. Modern teaching equipment is used crosswise, television sets, slide projectors, tape recorders, video projectors, reflecting the great progress in the means of teaching. Experienced teachers are imparting knowledge to the students in vivid language. In the classroom, the teacher lets the students find their own answers and start a heated debate. The students learn easily and happily, find happiness in learning and learn knowledge in happiness. Heuristic teaching is becoming the main theme of elementary school enlightenment.
After class, students ran out of the classroom, to do a variety of sports activities. Look, under the sycamore tree, ping-pong table, soccer field, flashed the students' athletic figure, the future construction of the four talents, in this crowd.
Elementary school, will be as a sweet memory, stay in my mind. I will certainly also always remember the two living and breathing plum deer and cranes in front of the school.
Essay 3 on the topic of memoriesI have fantasized about turning back the clock, but I can't do it after all, so, in my heart, the past life has left me nothing but good memories ...... memories of spring, the season of birds and flowers. We let out a loud song and walk on the field path.
The spring trip is the most attractive for children, however, frying and cooking, running and playing, is even more fun. We sat under a tree and looked at the sky. The sky was blue, and under the blue sky, the tree branches had sprouted, and it was as if I saw it growing strong and basking in the spring sunshine.
That shoots, is not it the vigorous us? I recall the summer, full of new green season. In that small garden belonging to me, there are countless small flowers and grasses growing. The grass is green and shiny, while the flowers bloom more brightly!
Sporadic flowers scattered in the garden, they are not as delicate as peonies, nor the fragrance of jasmine, but they are still so charming, beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flying, close, closer! Oh, it's a bee, very, very small. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, accompanying the bee and settling down everywhere. Isn't that bee, our hardworking gardener?
I recall the fall, with the harvest season. The fields, look, full of gold, with the wind constantly undulating, like a wave of tumbling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears hang all over the branches, is so watery, calling people mouth-watering.
Bite a bite, the flow of incense overflowing, calling people can not forget for a long time. On campus, we chattered incessantly, a summer vacation without seeing each other, each other can not help but miss. Summer vacation, we learned a lot of things, that knowledge, is not exactly our harvest?
I recall the winter, the season of warmth. The leaves have fallen out, but also occasionally see birds singing in the trees; grass has been yellow, but it will grow again next year; the cold wind on New Year's Day is still harsh, but that a New Year's greeting card is full of warmth everywhere.
It is hosting a friendship of students, a sincere, that blessing, is not that long warm?
I recall the past, but also look forward to the future of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Let them be full of birdsong, full of new green, destined to harvest, overflowing with warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!
Essay 4 on the topic of memoriesOutside the window, the wind rises and the rain falls . I leaned on the window pane to see a falling raindrop through, the melody of > sounded in the distance, memories in the mind to travel recklessly.
Countless raindrops pouring down from the gray sky, like whose memories scattered ......
I reached out my hand, wanting to catch it, but it is full of wet hands, I can not keep it, just as my sentiments, inadvertently slipped through the fingers, that wet I do not know whether it is sweat or rain.
"Like water, years like water."
Time does not stop, because of this, I hate memories, I'm afraid it will stop in the past, so tightly follow the footsteps of time to move forward, in fact, I was wrong, memories are the most sacred, even if God can not be touched. Different memories, creating a different us, so in this seventeenth summer, I began to remember for the first time ......
I remembered when I was four years old, at the beach, because of fear of the water, clinging to their mothers when the self;
I remembered when I was seven years old, and small friends in the garden to steal grapes from other people's homes when the
I remembered when I was fourteen years old, when I pushed my teacher into the river with my classmates.
I remembered when I graduated from junior high school, when I was separated from my best friend, my nose was sore. ......
How can I throw away these memories?
The years burned in the fire, but could not take away everything, the remaining ashes will become memories, like in the moonlit night, singing the old folk song, or is the old castle, slowly wandering the dead . Memories locked deep in my mind for so many years, countless silhouettes swaying in front of my eyes, their smiling faces, and mine, I was still able to recall.
"Memories, drops in the left hand solidified into loneliness, fell in the right hand into eternity." It is the end of a story, yet the footsteps of youth will never stop.
The sound of music in the distance came to an abrupt end, so sudden that the memories of this summer afternoon are all locked up. The inexplicable sadness just now also vanished, with the rain **** with the evaporation.
The road we have traveled, the mistakes we have made, the successes we have achieved ...... are confirmed by our memories. I thought I had long forgotten them, but fortunately they are still locked in my brain, waiting with me for the blossoms.
Once a child who was afraid to stay in the past, began to enjoy memories in this summer.
Grandma amiably told me the origin of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I listened with great interest to the romantic story of Chang'e running to the moon. You know what? I also learned some Mid-Autumn Festival customs from my grandmother! Want to hear about them? In ancient times, there were moon walks, releasing sky lanterns, burning incense, lighting pagoda lanterns, dancing with fire dragons, and worshipping the rabbit master ......
We came to the table with smiles on our faces.
We came to the table with smiles on our faces. It's a great feast! You see! On the table are the essential Mid-Autumn Festival mooncakes, taro, green green beans, sweet corn, duck, pomelo ...... I picked up a yellow tangerine and put it in front of my nose, wow! It smelled so good! I touched it with a "wistful" touch and peeled off the peel as fast as I could. In a short time, it became my belly!
Today is a good day, mom, grandpa, grandma, they say "moon", but I was eating the fragrant chicken legs, really enjoyable!
"When ...... when" nine o'clock clock clock finally struck, Dad was eager, immediately picked up the bench to run out, we also followed. I looked at the table, it is nine o'clock and nine minutes, a moment, that the moon is more and more round, just like a curved boat, now like a big jade plate, grandma said that this year's moon is the nine years since the most round, although the weather is cloudy, I can not see the clear sky, the stars and the moon to compete with the scene and feel pity, but a little bit of silver light from the cloud gap cast, so beautiful yo! You see, a moment of dark clouds cover half the moon, a moment covered the whole moon, it put bright, gentle silver light sprinkled on the earth, so that the vast night coloring the hazy moon, like a dark moonlit night ink painting, really poetic.
Grandpa was quite interested and came up with the first line: "But I wish you a long time", grandma easily came up with the second line: "Thousands of miles of ****婵娟", and mom came up with the first line: "The full moon in the sky hangs high", and I speculated on the first line: "The full moon in the sky hangs high". "I was able to get the next couplet: "The good couple on the ground is a pair", grandma and the first couplet: "The flowers are good and the moon is round every festive season doubly think of relatives", alas, we racked our brains, how can not be right! ......
Wow, a smell comes to my nose, smell carefully, it is the flavor of the moon cake. The first time I saw a mooncake, it was a mooncake, and it was a mooncake, and it was a mooncake, and it was a mooncake, and it was a mooncake, and it was a mooncake, and it was a mooncake, and it was a mooncake. I picked up a fine sand one and took a bite, which made me feel intoxicatingly sweet. Know what? Crispy meat is the characteristics of sweet chestnut, eat today can also play a bright eyes, the effect of ventilation, and eat taro today, must be dipped in brown sugar, so that the future life will be red-hot it!
20xx August 15th can be really unforgettable ah! It left a deep footprint in my growing up ......
Essay on the topic of memories 6There are magical blackboards at home, filled with countless stories of my mom and dad and me. Every time I see it, I seem to see a vast sky, happy mood; every time I see it, I seem to wander in the sea of love, happiness is boundless.
The blackboard is a paradise for me and my mom and dad***. When I was little, it often wrote pinyin and Chinese characters, the story of the seven dwarfs and the ugly duckling, the legend of the Tang Monk going to the West to get the scriptures, are all learned from there; on to the elementary school, here sometimes become a weather forecast station, sometimes become a window of quotations; after junior high school, the role of the blackboard is more extensive. Some things, although the past a long time, now think of it is still in front of us.
For a while, I struggled with my mom's birthday. What kind of gift should I give? Get a big cake, too unusual to estimate the grandparents aunt will also bring over; send a book, it is too common, the home up and down almost into a sea of books; send some cosmetics, it is a bit cheesy. In order to do this, I was simply distracted, tea and rice. To my surprise, one morning, when I habitually looked up, "the gift of roses, hands leave a fragrance" several words, appeared on the blackboard. Looking at my father's familiar handwriting, I was enlightened. Later, I was able to touch my mom's heart with a bouquet of red roses.
Last October, the class was ready to launch a contestant to participate in the city's essay competition. As the class "talent", I was selected by the teacher. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. Looking at me holding the pencil dazed look, mom asked with a smile, "Have you forgotten that magical partner at home?" "You mean, the chalkboard!" Mom continued, "There are endless stories to be told there!" Speaking of it, the floodgates of my memory opened again. Yes, when I recited "picking chrysanthemums under the East Fence, leisurely see the South Mountain", I used to be how much I loved Tao Yuanming; when I recited "life from ancient times who have no death, leaving the heart of Dan Zhi Zhao Khanqing", how much I admired Wen Tianxiang! ...... Then look at the writing desk pressed the sentence, "not to be alarmed, to see the flowers blossom and fall in front of the garden; to stay or go without intention, looking at the sky clouds rolled up", also learned from this little world ah! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a way that's easy to understand.
A small piece of black, became the most beautiful scenery in our home. It allows me to feel the affection, it allows me to harvest knowledge; it allows me to realize the life, it makes me full of hope.
Essay 7 on the topic of memoriesThis is a flower season and a rainy season. Youth comes along with a rainstorm. Youth is colorful, and there is no lack of my many not yet blossomed flower season dreams. I like the song "Youth is like a running river, never return to say goodbye. The only thing left is the numbness of the year I did not have the blood.
That year, I was 14 years old. I was still wearing a skirt walking in the streets and alleys, beautiful thought they were very beautiful; I was still full of swear words commenting on the street to and fro the crowd said that this looks beautiful that ugly to death, but I do not know the passers-by are sarcastic; I always think of what to do what three minutes of heat, but never take into account other people's feelings; I'm still lazy often do not do anything or even sleep to noon, but forgot that there is parents! In waiting for their own dinner; that year, I was 14 years old, I am still a ignorant and rebellious little girl.
That year, my youth. My youth contains too many of my dreams. I dreamed that everything was perfect. When the dream shines into reality, I have nowhere to hide. I have a lot of shortcomings, willfulness, laziness, three-minute heat, but also love to make a fuss. The most common thing is that parents nagging this shortcomings to change that shortcomings serious. I also always left ear into the right ear out. My youth contains me too much rebellion. I should have been a good student in the eyes of the teacher, parents in the eyes of a good child. I don't know when, began to quietly happen some changes. And parents fight is a common occurrence, so I began to learn to talk back, "they can never quarrel with me," and occasionally I will be complacent. Classes will also engage in a little action, so I became a regular visitor to the teacher's office, but the strange thing is that they never call the parents, I think maybe it is because of my good grades. My youth contained too many emotions for me. Friendship, where it began to germinate until it blossomed. They are my best friends, with me to cry together with laughter, we said each other to hold hands together to go to the flower fall; love, adolescence, I also have like the flower season girls should have ignorant of the emotions, but it is in any case can not be said. Because I know that is just young and frivolous; affection, because they are around nagging, I will not forget to bring a notebook and books and the teacher was punished for copying the text ......
My 14 years old, my youth. I want to turn these bits and pieces into a bright and dazzling pearl into the treasure box of time and treasure it forever. When I sat in the rocking chair under the peach tree, I slowly grew old. However, even then, my youth will never grow old.