After so many years, I still remember to write an 800-word composition.
I still remember that it was the autumn of the sixth grade last semester, and the old class assigned us the oldest topic composition: ideal and reality. My beginning is: I am willing to be a problem girl, but I have been following the rules for so many years.
The old class drew a thick red bar at the bottom of my sentence and put a string of question marks next to it. These question marks are flying all over the sky, swaying and scribbling. I can even imagine how he erected a two-finger pen and sketched it casually in my composition book.
Alas! Actually, no one can control this. Writing has always been my strong point, but I'm not in the mood to think about those things now. It's a pity that my mind cannot be known by anyone.
It's just a pity for me.
Do you remember? Do you remember to write a 700-word composition on the topic? Mom. When we don't fight. Although at school
Every day, every hour, every minute, every second, I am homesick, and I really want to go back.
Go home. But on Friday, I am helpless and I don't want to go home. As soon as I get home, no
The warm picture of mother and child mentioned in the composition book and seen on TV is actually the existence of mother.
Accuse your daughter loudly. Every week.
Some people may say that I am too ignorant, and I am helpless. I try my best to maintain it.
I tried my best to make peace between us, but you were always dissatisfied. I know you did it for me.
Okay, but you don't know what I think. You have no idea how much I miss the warmth of my childhood.
Sunshine. At that time, you were not so grumpy, and neither was I. You will teach patiently.
I, unlike now, whenever my homework is stuck, I will eat fried chestnuts and raise my head.
What I see is your eyes that look like eating people. Do you remember? Before, you didn't have this kind
Eyes, even if I do something wrong, you just stare at me gently, but it's more right.
My love.
But since junior high school, it's just a dream, a lot of things I used to play.
This game no longer belongs to me. My only game now is in the draft book.
Graffiti, you can't find it yet. Badminton rackets and tennis balls that I once regarded as treasures.
The film was covered with dust, and I wiped them gently, remembering that happy time.
Do you remember? Seeing the photos of us playing badminton at home, I smiled happily. you
Do you remember? We used to race together, and you ran far ahead of me.
It's time to reach the finish line and get my beloved ice cream. I sat on the ground and began to cry with a crooked mouth.
You thought I fell and ran back. I took advantage of the trend and quickly got the ice cream.
You smiled, and I smiled. These happy pictures reappear in my mind.
I will never forget it. Do you remember?
Do you remember? Mom. We also have happy sunshine, do you remember those of us?
Have fun and laugh together? Do you remember?
It turns out that carefree childhood always seems so long. 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!
After all these years, he still remembers my voice in his heart and he always remembers you.
Nana, do you remember me? After all these years, I haven't forgotten you! She shouldn't forget you either.
Write a composition on the topic "I used to have so much". I used to have many 600-word compositions (2)
With the growth of age, the troubles are increasing day by day. At the beginning, we were still so lively and happy, but now we have more ideas, more ideas and more troubles. I don't know when I began to feel inferior. I dislike that I am not tall enough, not beautiful enough, not good at school, not rich enough at home and not happy enough. Sometimes I secretly hide in the quilt and cry, nothing is like others, nothing is good. It was not until this happened that I completely understood that I didn't have nothing, but had so much.
That was when I was in the fourth grade of primary school. I made an appointment with some classmates to go to the town to watch the primary school sports meeting. I set off in small groups without saying a word to my family. Because I was afraid to tell my mother, for fear that my mother would disagree. After all, I went there by bike, and it was still 2-3 kilometers away. We set out in the morning, and when the sun was about to set, we didn't think of going home. When I arrived at the door, I found many motorcycles parked at the door, and my heart began to feel uneasy. Is there anything wrong at home? I stepped into the house with my head down, my heart thumped, and my mother's harsh voice came from my ear. "Where are you going today? We have been looking for you all day. Are you going to scare my parents to death ... "Then my mother cried. At that time, I was also confused and began to cry, honestly explaining today's behavior. I thought my parents didn't care so much about me, but I was wrong. They love me very much. Seeing my mother crying, I know that my mother must be looking for me to break down today. Dad didn't scold me, just said, it is good to get home safely. Remember to tell your family when you go out later. I nodded and said I wouldn't dare to sneak out to play next time. After this incident, my psychology has completely changed, and all my inferiority complex has vanished. I no longer feel that I have nothing. I have the most precious affection in the world and the most priceless love of my parents.
Yes, I have so many.
The composition is "Do you remember?" Write a composition for the topic. Do you remember?
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. There will be a tacit understanding when we learn from each other. 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!
It turns out that I have so much to write a 600-word composition. It turns out that I have so many
With the growth of age, the troubles are increasing day by day. At the beginning, we were still so lively and happy, but now we have more ideas, more ideas and more troubles. I don't know when I began to feel inferior. I dislike that I am not tall enough, not beautiful enough, not good at school, not rich enough at home and not happy enough. Sometimes I secretly hide in the quilt and cry, nothing is like others, nothing is good. It was not until this happened that I completely understood that I didn't have nothing, but had so much.
That was when I was in the fourth grade of primary school. I made an appointment with some classmates to go to the town to watch the primary school sports meeting. I set off in small groups without saying a word to my family. Because I was afraid to tell my mother, for fear that my mother would disagree. After all, I went there by bike, and it was still 2-3 kilometers away. We set out in the morning, and when the sun was about to set, we didn't think of going home. When I arrived at the door, I found many motorcycles parked at the door, and my heart began to feel uneasy. Is there anything wrong at home? I stepped into the house with my head down, my heart thumped, and my mother's harsh voice came from my ear. "Where are you going today? We have been looking for you all day. Are you going to scare my parents to death ... "Then my mother cried. At that time, I was also confused and began to cry, honestly explaining today's behavior. I thought my parents didn't care so much about me, but I was wrong. They love me very much. Seeing my mother crying, I know that my mother must be looking for me to break down today. Dad didn't scold me, just said, it is good to get home safely. Remember to tell your family when you go out later. I nodded and said I wouldn't dare to sneak out to play next time. After this incident, my psychology has completely changed, and all my inferiority complex has vanished. I no longer feel that I have nothing. I have the most precious affection in the world and the most priceless love of my parents.
Yes, I have so many.
Please write a composition on the topic "This day, I will always remember it". On this day, I always remember that I had nothing to do. I rummaged through the dusty photo album, and suddenly found that the original time had passed away inadvertently for a long time. Looking at the smiling classmates in the photo, I was filled with emotion.
"The streamer is easy to throw people, and the red cherry and green banana." Now those former classmates have been in blowing in the wind for a long time, and they should not know each other even if they meet. People who have had feelings, under the washing of time, are difficult to distinguish between true and false. Only this photo, dusty in a quiet corner, quietly waiting.
Yes, on graduation day. Magnolia grandiflora stands quietly outside the window, cicadas are noisy in their ears, and cotton candy-like clouds set off the blue sky. It's another ordinary summer afternoon. But for me, it is an extraordinary day, because I am about to leave the school where I stayed for six years, separate from my close friends, and go their separate ways from now on. Undoubtedly, for young me, how eager I am to grow up and write my own wonderful youth book. However, I am about to embark on an unknown journey, but it also makes me uneasy.
When the parting bell rings and the parting song sings, my eyes are already wet, and tears are scattered like pearls, one after another. This is the first time I have experienced parting, and I finally understand what it means to be afraid that a boat can't carry much on its mind, just like a river flowing eastward.
The teacher's inculcation and warm smile are hard to hear and see in the future. Once upon a time, I carefully remembered all kinds of bad words about my teacher. How precious it seems today. Well, before we parted, I began to miss my teacher. I began to hope that I was just a little girl who never knew the taste of sadness, pure and inexperienced. Unfortunately, I'm afraid not.
But I still believe that stones will bloom and stars will talk. After crossing the wooden fence in summer and the wind and snow in winter, happiness will eventually come and separated people will eventually meet.
The memory of that day, shining in the photo, is the imprint of childhood poetry, and it is so beautiful at any time. I will still remember this beautiful and sad day, which exhausted my life. I remember the romantic scenery in our dreams and the green hills like Dai, and I remember the joy of my childhood.
Remember love and time. Write an 800-word narrative composition with the theme of "moving". High school composition is 800 words.
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Butterflies danced and were moved by the blooming flowers; Tears filled my cheeks and I was moved by the exciting victory. My heart was deeply moved by the motherly love of stray cats!
There are many cats in the yard of my dormitory. These cats used to be pets of others. When the owner bought a new house and moved away, he abandoned these domestic cats like garbage. They became homeless stray cats and often picked up leftovers in the trash can in the yard. One of the Persian cats, white plush, blue eyes, gentle and lovely. It seems to have become an old cat. Every day, it will come to my door to beg. I specially bought cat food for it and fed it several times a day. After feeding for several months, I didn't expect it to be pregnant with a kitten and become a "pregnant woman". In order to increase its nutrition, I also fed it my own ham sausage. A week before I was born, it always dialed my door, trying to come in and making strange noises, which seemed a little sad. A cat wanted to find a "delivery room" before giving birth to a baby, and it chose my home. But for various reasons, we can't keep a cat at home, so we have to build a nest for it from a corner behind the building.
A few days later, it successfully gave birth to four kittens in that cat nest.
The weather was unpredictable, but it rained heavily the next day and the cat's nest was washed away by the rain. It was very cold that day and the north wind roared. I was worried about the kitten when I heard the cat's eager cry at the door. Open the door and have a look, ah! The old cat has a black kitten in its mouth. The old cat cried sadly. It must want to move the cat and children in for shelter from the rain. I was at a loss. It really hurts to see them being rained, and I am also moved by the mother's love of cats. I have to go out and clean the bird's nest. After their home was rebuilt, I took the kitten back. On the way to the cat's nest, the mother cat followed me all the time. After settling them down, I went home safely. However, after more than ten minutes, there was a meow at the door. When I opened the door, the old cat came again with a kitten in its mouth. I saw the kitten shivering with cold after being wet by the rain. The old cat barked at me while protecting the kitten. At that moment, my eyes were moist. I forgot so much, so I quickly brought the kitten in and put it in a warm small paper box. As if grateful, the old cat let out a low cry to me and hurried back to the cat's nest. Five minutes, ten minutes ... The old cat was as busy as a bee and finally brought all the kittens. She was soaked in the rain. I took it into my house and held it in my arms. I named it "* * *".
* * * The family huddled in a small box. The kitten hasn't opened her eyes yet, snuggling up to the mother cat and eating her milk comfortably. This scene is really touching and unforgettable.
This kind of affection and care, which originated from the primitive animal kingdom and has no utility, will touch human beings living in a highly civilized and materialistic world?