That day, the school was making up lessons for the final exam. The ringing of the bell brought us to the end of the school.
I walked in the rain with several good classmates, and I waved goodbye to them at a crossroads. I asked my mother to take me to school because the car lock was broken this morning.
Now, I have to go home by car alone. In the rain, I avoided the "invasion" of the rain beads.
Stepping on many rain pits, I finally came to the station. This is the first time for me to take a bus by myself. I'm a little excited, nervous and worried about my busy mother.
I looked up at the route taken by the bus next to the vertical row, and determined the bus I needed after understanding it. A drop of rain came into my eyes. I rubbed my misty eyes, turned and leaned down to look at the direction of the coming car.
It's still raining, and it seems that God can't see me. On the contrary, it is getting bigger and bigger. My hair is wet, my clothes are wet, and my schoolbag is wet. The passing cars were overwhelmed, and people came and went in a hurry.
At this moment, a dark blue private car stopped in front of me. There is no noise. At the age of ten, I naively thought: Do you want to cheat children like the bad guys in TV dramas? This is terrible.
My heart began to be restless, and more was at a loss. After a while, it turned around and drove away.
I didn't want to take this opportunity to exercise my social skills, but now I'm nervous. I clasped my hands and thought of my mother, but I knew she could pick me up. She has more important things to do.
Inadvertently, a woman wearing a brown raincoat, riding a blue electric car, with rain beads hanging on her mouth, crossed the retina and reached the optic nerve. "Hey, baby."
She said, "Come on up, it's raining hard!" " It's mom. Her eyes are full of joy. She looked at me deeply, and I looked at her deeply.
At this moment, time seems to have stopped. Unconsciously, I got on the bus and hugged my mother. Under the cover of a raincoat, I asked my mother, "I didn't agree to give me a ride." Do you have anything important? " At this time, I was elated because I saw my mother coming to take me, but I had to ask to save face.
"What can be more important than my baby daughter?" I was glad, but I argued that "you let me lose the opportunity to exercise." My mother seemed to understand my mind and heard her laugh a few times and say, "You!" " Then I laughed, too.
It's raining as usual, but it doesn't feel as annoying as before. Suddenly I feel that it creates an atmosphere and is a warm feeling. With 52 19 days and nights, the events of that day, the rain of that day and the touch of that time have been branded in my heart and become indelible marks.
I turned it into a seed, planted it in the best place in my heart, watched it grow and watched it grow into the top of the tree, which was my cherished memory.
2. Write a composition on the topic of "Memories". Do you still remember me Now is not the time for us to agree.
-When the inscription left you, I looked at you silently. Everything in my life is irreplaceable. You and I left without saying goodbye. Are you sad? You and I have been apart for three months now. Do you think this is fate? I know you are by my side, but I have never noticed anything about you, and I never thought I would meet you-my alma mater! Do you remember when I went to see you, there would be no relaxation in the past? When I see you again, my feet seem to be burdened with heavy shackles, and my eyes are bitter, but I can't bear to shed tears at the moment. I don't want you to see the sadness in my heart.
Do you remember seeing you again? I no longer belong to you, my beloved alma mater. I can't tell you in words. I walked quietly. Unconsciously, I came to my first classroom. I'm disappointed and sad. How can I leave? I stood in my original seat and saw the ordinary and special faces of my classmates. I stood on the blackboard in the back and saw my original blackboard newspaper. I stood in front of the classroom, and I saw the disciplined appearance of my new class leader. I stood on the podium and saw myself participating in the singing competition. My cheeks were red, but I tried my best to sing ... I smiled. At this moment, I heard a voice: "Stop laughing, tears are falling!" " Do you still remember me? You looked at the campus of Nuoda University, and I walked into the comprehensive building, and came to my second classroom here, the last classroom in my junior high school, and the classroom I love and hate. This classroom accompanied me through the most tiring time of junior high school-wandering third grade.
I sighed helplessly, and finally understood a lyric in "Leaving Songs": "I am the most lonely if I want to stay or not". Do you still remember me in this classroom? I saw that the countdown on the blackboard was still clear, and its constant update made our students in Grade Three have mixed feelings. I saw the sprint declaration posted on the back wall. On that day, we swore and signed, and I couldn't tell anyone what I thought. I saw the inspirational words written by the principal and the hope of teachers in various subjects; When I saw my seat, I remembered the days when I was whiter than my deskmate. I saw every classmate who wanted to sleep in class but dared not sleep. I saw this joke when I was discussing the 100-day manifesto with my teacher. I saw the scene of last class: the Chinese teacher taught us to make tea eggs, the math teacher grasped the last time and told us what to pay attention to in the exam. The English class teacher was just a simple six words: walk well and be a good person.
I got wet eyes again, and all the teachers came to encourage us. I don't want to tell anyone about my sadness. Do you remember me? I went to the playground and saw that none of us were afraid of sweating in physical education class. We tried to practice the exam items. We are exhausted before reaching the finish line every time. I don't know what inspired us to run to the finish line.
I suddenly remembered the physical education exam. There are about 300 meters left, and I have no strength. Suddenly I saw the head teacher next to the examination room. Her deep eyes are hope. I heard the teacher call my name, and then shouted come on in a loud, pure and unforgettable voice. It's like a rocket taking off. I understand the teacher's heart. I ran to the finish line quickly, full marks! I walked gently and smiled when I saw the teacher's smiling face. Clouds pour into summer, and tears are evaporated by years.
I am here, from a crying little girl to a strong woman. Time, you walk too fast, my cold hands tremble, I feel sad, you walk without looking back, and I beg to stay in every way.
I wanted to stay at my alma mater, but I failed again. Do you still remember me We agreed not to part, but we will always be together.
I sent you away with my heartbeat, sad, I will never see, I heard … May time allow me to make you better! May someone accompany you through the drift from place to place.
Write a composition on the topic of "memory". Do you still remember me
Today's gift is no longer what we agreed.
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When I left you, I looked at you silently. Everything in my life is irreplaceable. You and I left without saying goodbye. Are you sad?
You and I have been apart for three months now. Do you think this is fate? I know you are by my side, but I have never noticed anything about you, and I never thought I would meet you-my alma mater!
Do you remember when I went to see you, there would be no relaxation in the past? See you again, my feet seem to bear heavy shackles, my eyes are bitter, but at the moment I can't bear to cry. I don't want you to see the sadness in my heart.
Do you remember seeing you again? I no longer belong to you, my beloved alma mater. I can't tell you in words. I walked quietly.
Unconsciously, I came to my first classroom. I'm disappointed and sad. How can I leave? I stood in my original seat and saw the ordinary and special faces of my classmates. I stood on the blackboard in the back and saw my original blackboard newspaper. I stood in front of the classroom, and I saw the disciplined appearance of my new class leader. I stood on the podium and saw myself participating in the singing competition. My cheeks were red, but I tried my best to sing ... I smiled. At this moment, I heard a voice: "Stop laughing, tears are falling!" "
Do you still remember me? You looked at the campus of Nuoda University, and I walked into the comprehensive building, and came to my second classroom here, the last classroom in my junior high school, and the classroom I love and hate. This classroom accompanied me through the most tiring time of junior high school-wandering third grade.
I sighed helplessly, and finally understood a lyric in "Leaving Songs": "I am the most lonely if I want to stay or not".
Do you still remember me in this classroom? I saw that the countdown on the blackboard was still clear, and its constant update made our students in Grade Three have mixed feelings. I saw the sprint declaration posted on the back wall. On that day, we swore and signed, and I couldn't tell anyone what I thought. I saw the inspirational words written by the principal and the hope of teachers in various subjects; When I saw my seat, I remembered the days when I was whiter than my deskmate. I saw every classmate who wanted to sleep in class but dared not sleep. I saw this joke when I was discussing the 100-day manifesto with my teacher. I saw the scene of last class: the Chinese teacher taught us to make tea eggs, the math teacher grasped the last time and told us what to pay attention to in the exam. The English class teacher was just a simple six words: walk well and be a good person. I got wet eyes again, and all the teachers came to encourage us. I don't want to tell anyone about my sadness.
Do you remember me? I went to the playground and saw that none of us were afraid of sweating on the physical education class. We tried to practice the exam items. We are exhausted before reaching the finish line every time. I don't know what inspired us to run to the finish line. I suddenly remembered the physical education exam. There are about 300 meters left, and I have no strength. Suddenly I saw the head teacher next to the examination room. Her deep eyes are hope. I heard the teacher call my name, and then shouted come on in a loud, pure and unforgettable voice. It's like a rocket taking off. I understand the teacher's heart. I ran to the finish line quickly, full marks! I walked gently and smiled when I saw the teacher's smiling face.
Clouds pour into summer, and tears are evaporated by years. I am here, from a crying little girl to a strong woman. Time, you walk too fast, my cold hands tremble, I feel sad, you walk without looking back, and I beg to stay in every way. I wanted to stay at my alma mater, but I failed again.
Do you still remember me We agreed not to part, but we will always be together. I send you away with my heart, leaving this song sadly, I will never see it, I hear this song. ...
May time allow me to make you recover!
May someone accompany you through the drift from place to place!
4. Write a beautiful 900-word composition with memory as the main topic. Occasionally I accidentally come across a photo that I have forgotten for many years. Would you like to spend a few minutes identifying each face? Many years later, many people in the photo have already drifted away from your life.
Just like a passerby who has traveled for a long time, he quietly lost contact before he came to say goodbye. But you still remember some names clearly. Whenever you think of them without warning, you will always find that they have quietly settled in your heart. Time has changed their voices and made them see an image, a voice, a document that only you can recognize. They are no longer alive, but they are safely preserved and last forever.
They are your childhood partners, accompany you to know the world, and give you the original definition of "friendship". Happy or angry, there is no disguise, they give you snacks and toys, study with you in class, and be naughty after class.
Is there a color that can represent your childhood memories? Is there a moment that I didn't think of at that time and still can't forget after many years? However, regardless of nostalgia or boredom, childhood will always pass, and youth will come as scheduled. The key words of youth are "publicity", "dream" and "sadness".
Are there any steps that can affect your heartbeat? Are there any figures? You only look hard when she walks by. Perhaps, there is one thing that has been given a sacred meaning by an ordinary action, and you will always take it with you as a treasure.
Perhaps, in one evening, you can't help running into the street and getting wet, because others can't see you crying in the rain. You know, everything will pass, so will the pain, and you begin to understand in the pain.
Life is one road after another, and each road will be accompanied by different people. When time heals the pain, memory becomes a symbol of life and a witness of growth. Life is a state and life is a process. Where there is one person in this world, there is a road.
Please be tolerant and friendly, allow others to come in and out of your life, treat them sincerely, and cherish farewell, because happiness and pain are all caused by each other's peers, and each other's peers, no matter how long or short, no matter what they experience or bear, are great fate.
I remember that with the passage of time, I grew up day by day, and I visited become memories in the past. Those memories will eventually be forgotten, but there are always some beautiful things in my memory that I can't give up.
It was very late when I came back from my grandmother's house. I plunged into the supermarket in a hurry, found what I needed, paid the money, and hurried out. My mother is waiting for me outside the supermarket. Suddenly a figure caught my eye and walked past me gradually. When I look back, I always feel that the figure is so familiar and kind.
My mother is chatting with someone outside the supermarket. When she saw me coming, she said to her aunt next to her, "Here she comes." Aunt smiled and said to me, "Do you still recognize me?" I nodded. "Dongdong just went in and saw it?" Only then did I realize that the familiar figure I just passed was my childhood playmate Dongdong.
Soon she came out, and our two old friends were introduced to each other by Dongdong's mother. She hasn't changed much. She still has short hair, chubby baby face, a pair of small eyes full of childishness, but her eyes are more confused and strange.
Looking at her childish eyes, I can't help thinking of the house where we used to play together. She is always the parent and I am the child. She is a teacher and I am a student. She always holds a piece of chalk and writes 1, 2, 3 ... on the wall. We have been apart since I went to school.
According to my mother, Dongdong came to see me after I left, but he was always disappointed. I suddenly felt the tide in my eyes, urging my mother to leave quickly. Tears slipped out of my eyes before I got home.
In the past, we were close partners, but now we are like passers-by. Who won't be sad? I have always believed that although time will pass, friendship will last forever and will not flow away with time. But now it seems that I was wrong.
Now, I can only cherish the best things of the past in the depths of my memory.
6. Do you remember to say "Do you remember?" Did you write a composition for the topic?
Friendship is a glass of wine, which will make you drunk. Friendship is a cup of hot tea. When you taste it, your heart is warm. Friendship is sharing joys and sorrows. My friend, do you still remember those good times when we lived together day and night?
We are strong competitors in study. In the classroom, we argued one after another. For every seemingly correct answer, we will find fault with each other and refute each other's views. At this time, we tend to be red-faced and panting, and finally the teacher decides. When my answer is correct, I am happy and you are depressed; When your answer is correct, you gloat and I hide my face. I became so active in class because of you. Friend, do you remember?
Class is over, we are a pair of playmates. Standing on the windowsill of the corridor, talking about everything, Bo Gu talked with relish today. Sometimes I will talk about my own opinions and scandals about my classmates. Whenever we talk about each other, there is always a chase. Sometimes, we also complain to each other: dissatisfied with the teacher, disgusted with our classmates, or worried about what we saw and heard. In short, we talk about everything. We also play cards occasionally and play tricks on others. Friend, do you remember?
After school, we are golfers. On the court, we run around and rampage, and there will be a game to see who is better at the game. Sometimes you are better at playing chess, and sometimes I am better at it. In a word, it's diamond cut diamond. Who will meet a good talent is equal. When we play together, we will have a tacit understanding. Qi Xin will work together and unite as one, beating the opponent to pieces. Do you remember these scenes, my friend?
Although, now that you and I are divided into classes, there is less contact, but our friendship is constantly cutting, no matter what treasure blade, it is like a big net, no matter where we go, our hearts will be together and never separate. In the evening, I got out of bed in a dream. That beautiful day is vivid in my mind. I will always keep that memory in my heart!
7. Do you remember how long a carefree childhood seemed? Once upon a time, I kept asking myself-when can we have a mature face like a senior child? At that time, I always felt that the day of graduation seemed far away, but now I go my separate ways! Childhood friends, I want to ask you-when can we meet again?
It turns out that we walked through the most splendid street in life together, leaving our laughter, happiness and sweat here, and we also wandered and hesitated in this street. Now, when we are gradually maturing, we are also constantly moving towards the road of life. My childhood friends, I want to ask you-do you remember the days when we fought side by side through ups and downs?
It turns out that when we were young, we were unruly and used to swim together in the most beautiful early spring of our lives. You and I are too frivolous to argue about which side of the scenery is more beautiful. Young you and I, because of the rugged road, are too depressed and full of complaints. Childhood friends, I want to ask you-do you remember the time when we grew up together?
It turns out that when we dreamed of flying in the sky, full of confidence and ignorance, did you stay here because of Mount Everest in the distance? Have you ever dreamed of hunting like an eagle and been ecstatic? When we fly to the blue sky high in our hearts, my childhood friend, I want to ask you-do you remember the charm of the blue sky we once enjoyed together?
It turns out that when we stumbled into the vast sea of books from the child who once knew nothing, did you cry because you lost yourself? Have you ever been complacent about your temporary success? Now, we have grown into teenagers and gone our separate ways. Childhood friends, I want to ask you-do you remember the moment when we shared happiness together?
Today is a long night, are you curled up in a corner because of loneliness? Have you ever shed tears because of sadness ... childhood friends, I want to tell you-"there are clouds to fly tomorrow"!
I really don't know where you and I will fly after ten years apart. Childhood friends, I hope you can remember me. If one day, we really meet again, I hope you remember that we once sang songs together, and I hope you remember that we once wrote the music of life together!
8. Write a narrative about I remember you in 600 words. I remember you.
If you hadn't left, I could be with you forever.
If you hadn't left, I might have been your friend for a long time.
Looking at you in the photo, your clear eyes are looking at me. I miss you. You are my only friend, but now that you are gone, I don't know where. I still remember clearly that afternoon, when I found you gone, I was very confused. Why did everyone leave me in the end? Is it because I am not qualified to have my own happiness? You disappeared in the sunshine, and all the shadows lived in my body. I feel horrible. I'm afraid my last family will leave me. I'm afraid everyone will leave me. I want to have you forever, but I don't.
Walking through the vast sea of people, I wanted to find you, but I saw someone who looked like your back. I grabbed him and turned around, but it wasn't you. I am disappointed, I am desperate. I'll never find you. Like you're avoiding me. Three years have passed, and you still haven't appeared.
I hate myself. If I hadn't taken my grandmother to the doctor, I could have kept you. But my dying grandmother, how can I let her go?
I love her. I love you.
I don't know if you hate me. I only know that I don't hate you, and I don't hate you all my life. I only hate my parents.
Sad and miserable, you always protect me behind me. When people say I have no parents, you will comfort me and warn them. When others sympathize with me, you won't let them sympathize with me. You said you were strong and didn't need sympathy. You always love me so much. But now, there is nothing, and it has dispersed like a bubble. Who will cover me and comfort me when I cry after you leave? Those people are far behind you. You are the most important friend in my life.
I don't care whether you see it or not, I know you are waiting for me, and I am waiting for you.
This article. I just use it to commemorate a very good friend of mine.
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9. An essay with the theme of missing 900 affectionate blessings-missing.
Years, no trace. Only the memories left in the rolling world of mortals remain in its unique way. The sound of flowers blooming in the lush, and the personality of publicity in the lonely years are enchanting because of this memory. The wind in the night, rustling and cold, passed my window, swaying vivid bells. My heart is swaying and colorful in my own world.
The soft moonlight poured down and fell on the ground. The moon seemed to understand the idea gradually and became moist, complete and quiet. Only a faint light fell on the ground, and the falling disturbed the thoughts piled up in my heart.
Such a quiet night, only a slight wind, is too suitable for missing. It's just a pure heart, clear and transparent. This is exactly what I want, spotless. I really like this feeling and cherish it. Through the vicissitudes of time, through the red dust of time, we still care about each other. Isn't that great? It's really good.
Therefore, I am willing to wrap you in my heart for a long time and don't want to let go. If I can, I want to be permanent.
Such a clean miss and such a surging heart bring me soft sweetness and happiness, but this miss is only deeply hidden in my heart.
Many times, this yearning is like a surging tide, flaunting and surging in my heart. Anyway, it is good to have such a really warm, comfortable and suitable feeling.
The faint wind is cool and pleasant. My heart is soft and warm. The wind blew all the way through my heart, leaving me with a warm feeling and bringing me joy. The quiet moon is beautiful and dull. I often ask the moon lightly. Do you understand this concern? I think you know. Because I can feel it.
Many times, my heart has been warm for you, like water. When it flows through your heart, don't forget to take a sip of clear water. Be sure to remember that this is my wish.
What a beautiful night, what a beautiful memory. I want to pour out my thoughts on this night. If there is a string of wind chimes hanging in front of your window, it is my blessing. If there is a slight wind blowing on your face, it seems to be a gentle touch, which is my miss, really gentle.
In summer nights, bright stars often shine. It's like many bright gems set in a huge sapphire. Occasionally, meteors flash by and disappear without a trace. Perhaps, this is a wish made by one person to another. If so, it would be great.
What a beautiful miss, like a clear water, slowly flows through my heart and melts into my heart. Like a charming dream, I don't want to wake up. So warm, this weak heart. If the heart is close, why care about the distance? I don't think so.
A meteor streaked across the night sky, and I prayed in my heart that we were all well.
Do you feel the heartbeat? If so, that's my blessing.