The composition "Hard Times" is 600 words.

In life, we always have a lot of unforgettable people and things that guide our memories to miss and move.

My family used to have a little yellow dog. It's very sensible and obedient, which makes people like it. It's my best friend. But once, it changed its docility, broke free from my control and became disobedient, paying the price of its life.

I remember that day, I took this puppy for a walk and unconsciously came to the road. I watched the cars coming and going on the road happily. This is, I don't know where it came from. When he saw some rice grains on the road, he wanted to peck at the delicious food, but he didn't notice a big truck coming behind him. I was just about to grab the dog's leash to prevent it from running around, so as to avoid danger, but it suddenly jumped out and scared away the chickens pecking rice on the road. When the puppy was about to leave, the big truck ran over mercilessly and immediately bled all over the floor. At this moment, I was deeply shocked. I just stood there and witnessed everything in front of me, as if everything in the world had solidified and I couldn't get back to God for a long time.

Later, with tears in my eyes, I buried my beloved puppy by the river, and the sound of leaves seemed to sing a nostalgic song for it.

I think, maybe that chick will never understand what's going on, maybe she will bear a grudge against the puppy that disturbed her to enjoy the food, but that moment will always touch me. That kind of instinct is different from human beings!

Composition 2: Never forget that moment.

At that moment, tears and sweat flowed together. At that moment, I tasted the word "bitter"; At that moment, I felt that my efforts were rewarded with a lot of money; At that moment, the gorgeous picture affirmed my contribution; That moment is the most unforgettable moment in life.

The third grade has entered the school, and I am still thinking about the pond in the small village and the simple local customs. Anyway, I can't get my heart back. I am listless at school every day, absent-minded in class and in a daze all day. Day by day, I slowly passed, and my grades dropped like a broken kite, but I was still indifferent to all this. Life is like that old-fashioned black-and-white TV, which gets boring every day, making people tired early. ...

In a blink of an eye, the mid-term exam arrived. I looked at the test paper numbly, trying to solve the problems one by one, but I was in no hurry. ...

The test papers have been distributed. Looking at the red forks, I'm really worried. I review nervously and listen carefully. Every day, I have to face piles of exercises. Two weeks before the final exam, I received the notice of the essay contest. I gritted my teeth and accepted it gladly. Every night, there is warm wind blowing head-on, and the sound of TV comes from my ears. But there are two mountains in front of me. Reviewed books are on the right and unread books are on the left. I experience the taste of "bitterness" every day, and I have never experienced bitterness. ...

Finally, the reward of heaven, sweat and tears were not in vain, and my total score ranked fourth in the whole grade group, and I also got the certificate of the second prize in the composition contest at this time. At that moment, a gorgeous rainbow appeared in the sky, and life had a colorful side. I cried, for my own efforts and for my own persistence.

The wind is blowing quietly and the rain is falling gently. When I think of that unforgettable moment, my heart is full of infinite taste. ...

Composition 3: Never forget that moment.

In my mind, childhood events are like countless stars in the sky. But there is one thing that I still can't forget.

I remember it was in May. One Sunday, I was doing my homework at home when I suddenly felt severe abdominal pain. My parents sent me to the hospital at once. The doctor said, "This is acute appendicitis, which requires immediate surgery." As soon as my mother listened, she went to pay for my operation. I paid for the operation. When my hand was finished, I lay quietly in bed. Suddenly someone knocked at the door. Mom opened the door and saw that it was my teacher and classmates who came to see me. Even my classmate Zhou Hongzhen, who fought with me, came to see me and bought me a pot of moon red and put it on my bedside. He also said to me, "I wish you a speedy recovery." I can leave the hospital in seven days, but my parents are busy with work and have no time to drive me to school. What should I do? Just when I was in a dilemma, my classmates set up an escort group to take me to school, take me home and change the medicine on my back every day, especially when I started walking on rainy days. I can't count how many falls my classmates had. They didn't stop for 20 days in a row. In order to carry me to the toilet, the students gave up the only rest time, and those passionate tears made me forget to give up.

Once I was late for school and it began to rain like peas. Raindrops as big as beans fell on the roofs on both sides of the street, and the raindrops on the eaves fell straight like broken beads and dripped on the road. Small streams of water come together and the whole road is covered with water. Zhou Hongzhen walked behind my back to my house. Rain soaked his clothes and mud filled his shoes, but he completely ignored them. The monitor is holding an umbrella. When they arrived at my home, they had gone to catch their breath. By the time my mother used them to hang clothes, they had already disappeared without a trace. I looked around and saw two figures disappearing in the rain and fog.

What unforgettable 20 days! I can always feel the warmth of the group.

Composition 4: Never forget that moment.

One winter when I was fifteen, I came home from school at night. Because the weather is very cold, it is difficult to open the door lock, so it can't be opened. I'm cold and anxious. When I got angry, I gave it a hard twist. The key broke and the broken part was still in the lock. Later, my parents came back and had a hard time getting into the house.

After entering the door, my mother was very angry and scolded me, saying that I should not wait too hard. I didn't say anything at first, but my mother's habit is to argue and wait for no one, and one thing goes on and on endlessly. I am also a child who doesn't want to admit his mistake to someone with a tough attitude. I was really tired of listening to it, so I said a few words, saying that I didn't mean to, and I didn't make any big mistakes.

Dad didn't say anything, but he seemed angry with the door. He heard that I was still pouting at my mother and kicked me when I got angry. I was confused at that time, because my dad never hit me and always protected me.

I went back to my room silently, but I just felt that I couldn't bear such a blow. On the spur of the moment, I put on my coat and left home quietly with my bag.

When I walked into the dark night alone, I suddenly found that I had no direction and didn't know where to go. I turned around the railway several times and finally slipped into the vegetable garden on the uphill like a thief. I looked at the lamp at home from a distance and shed tears. I feel how warm the lights are, but I can't go back. I can't even stand my father becoming so fierce.

I was wandering around the house and was accidentally discovered by my neighbor's aunt. She urged me anxiously: "Son, please go home quickly!" ! Your dad is crazy, looking for you and crying. "I still stubbornly said," no, I'm not going back! " "She beat me, so she left in a hurry. I hid in the snow in the backyard. Soon, my aunt called my father: "Go! She is in the backyard. " Dad saw me at a glance. He took me out and choked and said, "Son, it's dad's fault! Dad will never hit you again. "

My father dragged me home and met my mother who just got me back. She was still fierce, pointing to my nose and asking me where I had been. Even so, her swollen eyes told me that she was afraid of losing me.

An unexpected parting made me realize how important I am to my parents! This incident made me want to cry when I mentioned it in my life.

Composition 5: Never forget that moment.

On New Year's Day every year, I enjoy family reunion with my parents, and I feel happy. This year, I spent this wonderful festival in the classroom with my teachers and classmates. I feel happy.

That day, teachers and classmates were busy all afternoon nervously, and everything was ready. The desks are surrounded by squares. Every table is filled with oranges, sweets, melon seeds and other foods. The four characters "Happy New Year's Day" on the blackboard add a festive atmosphere to our classroom, and the lights in the classroom are particularly bright.

At two o'clock sharp, the party officially began. Two small hosts, Zhang Zekai and Wang Jinyu, took to the stage. They are all smiles and sweet voices, and a wonderful line kicked off the party.

First, Tan Kexin and Liu Mingyang sang a song: Snail. We were immersed in the sweet singing, and suddenly a burst of flowers floated in the sky. Everyone cheered and the classroom became an ocean of joy. Then Wang Xuan, Fu Hongyu and other performances of "Three Sentences and a Half" are also very funny.

The main event is coming! As soon as the host announced, he said that the next program was the sketch "Planning" by Zhao Benshan and Song Dandan. Applause sounded. This sketch is very funny. We are all looking forward to this moment. I wonder what the students will do. "Song Dandan" came out, it was Zhang Zekai, and everyone screamed. He is the noisiest boy in our class. Can he create the image of "Baiyun" interpreted by Song Dandan? "Black soil" has also come up. Heli Expo? Did the monitor take a fancy to Li Shibo's figure? After reading it for a while, I can't help admiring the "Song Dandan"! No matter the voice, action and tone, they are all imitated vividly, especially when recording the advertisement of "Knocking Down the Rooster", the action is almost the same as copying. The "black soil" imitated by Expo Li is a bit lacking, and there is no image imitated by "white clouds", but it is also well imitated. Since that party, Zhang Zekai has another nickname: Zhang Dandan. Li Expo's nickname is also Li Benshan.

Later, many students performed on stage, including nunchakus and cross talk. This program is wonderful. The teacher is also very happy to see the students in such high spirits. Teachers and students are dancing in the music of wow haha. The applause in the classroom thundered, and our cheerful laughter floated out of the window. ...

Although the party has passed, I can't forget that moment full of laughter, not to mention my last New Year's Day in primary school.

Composition 6: Never forget that moment.

Among all my good memories, there is one thing that I will never forget. At the moment when the man bent down, my heart showed a feeling of admiration.

It's a sunny autumn afternoon. I am on my way to the bookstore, and there are many pedestrians on both sides of the road. At this time, a young man in fashionable clothes was eating a cake while walking, and then the wrapping paper of the next cake fell off. The wrapping paper hovered low on the road with the wind. I looked at it and thought, anyway, I throw it from time to time. It doesn't matter. I didn't pick it up. Other pedestrians just looked up at the paper that fell to the ground bit by bit and didn't mean to pick it up. The original clean road suddenly has such a piece of waste paper, which is particularly conspicuous. But I still walked into the bookstore.

When buying books, I saw through the glass window that the plastic paper was still moving bit by bit with the wind. At this time, an old lady with crutches came from a distance, her hands were covered with cocoons, her face was wrinkled and her back was hunched. The wind blew the paper on her feet. She lowered her head and looked around again. After a little hesitation, she bent down slowly, picked up the paper on the ground with difficulty, then supported the tree beside her with her hand and stood up bit by bit. She walked slowly to the trash can. Carefully put the crumpled paper into the trash can and walked away casually. I stood in front of the glass and watched her leave. The aging figure makes people feel fragile. When she disappeared into the vast sea of people, I realized that pedestrians stopped and looked at the gray-haired old lady with admiration. I walked to the cashier with a book in my hand and seemed to understand a truth. I felt ashamed, and the pedestrians bowed their heads and dispersed.

When I got home, I lay in bed thoughtfully, and at that moment I remembered: an old lady, hunched over, picked up the garbage and put it in the trash can. How unforgettable this is!

Unforgettable old man, unforgettable back, unforgettable moment ...

Composition 7: Never forget that moment.

After you have gone through more than ten spring and autumn periods, there must be moments that you never forget, and there is a scene that I never forget.

It was dusk. I rode my bike to buy salt and turned to go home. But halfway through, the chain of my bike fell off. I am very anxious. It will be dark soon, and it will be difficult to go home. So I quickly repaired the chain, but I couldn't. At this time, my savior came. He is a young man. He saw my chain drop and asked me: I nodded and he helped me press the chain. At first, he took a small one and made it there. It didn't press well, so he got started. He did it everywhere, but before he finished it, he said to me, "little friend, I'll go home and get some tools at once." I'll be right back. " So I sat on the side of the road waiting for him, but after a while, he still didn't come. I thought: won't he come? My nose is a little sore at the thought, but the miracle happened at the most impossible time and he came back.

He took some tools and fiddled with them in the car. Sweat soaked his clothes, and big drops of sweat fell down. Everything comes to him who waits, and the car is finally repaired. I jumped up with joy. Just when I was about to thank him, I found that he had left, so I had to ride home.

I am very grateful to that uncle, who helped me. I didn't see his face because it was dark, but the way he repaired my car is still clearly in my mind. If there is an opportunity, I will definitely repay him. This may be a trivial matter in your eyes, but it is precisely because of such people that our society will live in harmony!

Composition 8: Never forget that moment.

There is always a moment that I can't forget, because that moment made me feel a bad sense of guilt.

It was a sunny afternoon many years ago. In an art class, my good friend Han Xiao sat next to me and worked on his works. He told me that he wanted to carve an "Autobot logo" on the plaster, which moved me very much. Because the animated film Transformers started early, even our young art teacher is a classic. But Han Xiao didn't know how to draw this sign well, so he secretly asked me. In order to get a high score, I made a draft for Han Xiao, and then carefully described the patterns I hadn't carved on the plaster, and then carefully carved them.

Vanity is still at work. I hesitated for a long time and finally handed in my homework. My work got "excellent", but Han Xiao was called "imitation" and "plagiarism" because of my achievements. ...

Han Xiao originally wanted to be a designer, but the designer was most afraid of being stolen and being called a fake. In this way, I lost a good friend

As the bell rings, the sun seems unwilling to see me in the cloudy sky. The dark clouds all over the sky not only cover the sky, but also cover my heart. At the moment when I blamed myself for what I just did-turning in the "Autobot logo", that sense of guilt was forever engraved in my heart, like a thorn that stuck all over my body and could not be removed. At that time, there was only one thought in my heart: why am I so selfish? Why steal the idea of a good friend to satisfy your vanity?

The same mistake can't happen again, and the guilt at that moment has become a warning monument in my heart: stealing is shameful, sometimes it will ruin a work, and sometimes it will even ruin a life. ...

At this moment, I will always stay in the forbidden area of my mind, reminding me that one thing … is wrong.