Composition "This picture will be engraved in my heart forever" 700
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Memories always pull me back to that time more than once. At that time, I was in the fifth grade of primary school, and my sister just went to kindergarten. There is always a chubby little figure in front of my classroom after class every day. That's my sister waiting for me to go home together after school. One day, it should be the first class in the morning. After going to the toilet, he hurried to my classroom with his pants, looked at me with tears in his eyes and told me that the elastic band of his pants had fallen off. And this picture will be clearly and irregularly presented in my mind until now, because at that time, it was really beautiful.
In fact, I don't know much about my childhood. Every time I stay with stinky pig or go to his house, he always tells me how colorful his childhood is, which always makes me feel sorry. In fact, in the childhood of that era, in the countryside, everyone should have their own unforgettable childhood, but I was blank. The only thing I knew was that my mother told me intermittently.
Now, everyone has grown up. We have our own ideas and pursuits, our own choices and many aspects. Even my six-year-old sister is about to face her own choices and challenges. The years passed quietly between us, and some of them were missed before we even had time to grasp them. At this time, we are always sighing, always trying to save something, and always planning something. As we all know, we will never get those lost and gone, and we can only recall, sigh and yearn for the picture that once stayed in memory more than once.
Who says that people can't live in the past and live in memory, but the truth is often the opposite. Who can't live in the past and live in memories? What was once beautiful and lost, will it have another meaning to look back now? However, it seems a bit too sad to treat the past with my current thoughts and views. I can never find my simplicity again, so I am destined to live in the past and never forget it.
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May 12, 2008, an unforgettable day for all China people. On this day, thousands of people can't look up at the bright starry sky that night and the sun that followed. In the face of cruel disasters, the will of the people of China is so strong!
Late at night, in Hanwang Town, Deyang City, in the collapsed teaching building of Dong Qi Middle School, rescuers found a teacher lying on the lecture desk with open arms. Below him are four students who are still alive. Looking at the dead teacher, they lost their voices. We should always remember this teacher's name-Tan Qianqiu. In the face of sudden disaster, Mr. Tan resisted the heavy cement board with his thin body, leaving the hope of life to the students, but he was quietly taken away by death. Look at the smile on the teacher's face and you will know that the teacher is happy to leave.
At that moment, it was beautiful
During the rescue, a mother and daughter were found. Mother knelt on the ground, supported the ground with her hands and bent down. In such a small space, there is a baby only a few months old. Mother's bent back is supported by a one-kilo-weight concrete slab. When people rescued the baby, they found a mobile phone in the baby's package. The words on the screen read: Baby, if you are still alive, don't forget that mom loves you! It is such a great mother who saved her child's life with a gesture of love.
At that moment, it was beautiful
At a rescue site in Mianyang, more than half of the main teaching building of a school collapsed, and 100 children and more than 30 bodies were rescued. At this time, the teaching building collapsed again, and if it is not returned, it may cause life danger. At this time, a soldier knelt on the ground and shouted, "Let me save another one!" " "The words sound just fell and everyone present shed tears of excitement.
At that moment, it was beautiful
Where there is a flower of virtue, there will be earth-shattering true feelings and earth-shattering things will happen. Because there was that moment, it was so beautiful!
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I am a girl who loves to laugh, so my life is full of joy. My happy things are like shining shells on the beach, countless. What makes me most happy is that I won the tug-of-war with my classmates in grade six.
It was an afternoon in early summer, the sun was shining and there were several white clouds floating in the sky. The annual tug-of-war in our sixth grade is about to begin. First, each class sent representatives to the stage to draw lots, and our class drew Class Two. Class two is our old rival. Since the first year of high school, our two classes have been at the top of the grade. They have been fighting for the first place, and no one wants to be the second. After the first two games of Suiling Education, we tied one-on-one, and no one had an advantage. The third game, that is, the deciding game. Nobody in our class wants to lose. After all, this is the last tug-of-war in primary school, and there may be no chance to win again. The players of both sides were ready, and the PE teacher blew the whistle with a beep, and the fierce competition began. Each of us clutched the rope tightly, struggling to pull back, and put our feet against our feet to prevent our bodies from leaning forward. But the other party did not relax at all and tightened the rope. In this way, the two sides were deadlocked for about 30 seconds, and the other party finally couldn't hold on. We seized this opportunity and tried our best to pull the rope towards us. Before long, the other party pulled the rope back. At this time, the students who were eliminated from Class 3 and Class 4 were attracted by us, even the principal and junior students came. Cheer for us with our classmates who didn't participate in the tug-of-war. At this time, I don't know who shouted: "Come on, Class Six (1), the victory belongs to you!" This made the players in our class suddenly excited and shouted the slogan: "One, two, three, come on!" " ..... ",cheer for yourself. Finally, with everyone's support and encouragement, we won the game.
When the referee announced that Class Six (1) had won the tug-of-war, we hugged, danced and sang happily, and the whole afternoon was immersed in a joyful atmosphere. Yes, for six years, we worked hard together and finally won the championship in the last tug-of-war competition in primary school.
Whenever I recall this past, I can't help but smile and cheer up. I was so happy at that moment!
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Leaning back in the creaking armchair, holding a cup of fragrant teas and listening to Strauss' March, this kind of comfort is rare for me who is usually busy with "three points and one line"! All this is because of the stairs at home. I feel groggy when I get up in the morning. When I went downstairs, I slipped and "bang bang" rolled downstairs. Suddenly, I just felt that Venus was everywhere in front of me, and it became dark and very quiet. In the empty room, I can only smell my weak breathing. Then, a terrible pain came and tears came to my eyes.
I don't know how long it took, but dad finally came back. After the baptism of tears, I leaned on the stairs, weak and pale. Dad froze when he saw me like this. I was just about to explain why, but I was swallowed up by tears of joy when I saw my father. Seeing that I was motionless, my father came over and took a look. Without saying anything, he picked me up and rushed to the door. Lying in my father's arms, I can clearly hear his rapid breathing and fast-paced footsteps. In the dim light, I could see that his face was full of horror.
When I arrived at the door, my father's black eyes were wide and round, and he looked back and forth unblinkingly, for fear of slipping away from a taxi. God seems to be testing us again. We haven't stopped a taxi for a long time. Dad was in a hurry-his eyes told me.
I thought my father would hold me in a hurry and go straight to the hospital as written in the composition book, but when will he run? The hospital is far away! Before I finished thinking, my father gently put me under the tree by the roadside, which is really puzzling! Without saying anything, my father ran to the middle of the road, stretched out his arms, desperately stopped a taxi, pulled the people in the car down in a panic, told him to take the next car, and then gave the man 100 yuan, and then carried me into the car. You know, how shy dad is on weekdays! Now he has stopped his car in public, which is undoubtedly a fable. But now he has done it-for me!
For the first time in my life, I saw my dad's anxious eyes and expression. It turns out that the usual shy father will do the same.
At this moment, I felt an unspeakable emotion in my heart. I think I am the happiest person in the world.
Now I am lying in the creaking armchair, holding a cup of fragrant tea, and the March of Strauss is ringing in my ears, thinking about my father's every move.
I was so happy at that moment.
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Time is like a torrent, constantly washing away my memory. But some things appear in my mind like discharge.
I clearly remember that it was a hot summer, and cicadas kept barking, which made people very upset. I just want to have some fun. There is a place under construction not far from home. I think it must be a good place to play house. I went there to play with my doll (there was no one at home then). When I arrived, I played with great interest and forgot the time. I vaguely heard someone shouting outside: "Pan Pan, where are you?" I just remembered that I didn't tell my family when I came out. I thought: Mom and Dad must be very anxious. I heard footsteps not far away I looked up and saw grandpa's kind face. I suddenly found that my grandfather's joy in finding me had disappeared. I saw grandpa raise his head in panic and then jump on my body as fast as he could. Before I knew it, I saw a brick hit my grandfather on the back. At that moment, I cried, heartbreaking ... Tears of sadness and emotion, and grandpa's blood drops together. Grandpa was dying when he was taken to the hospital, but he still said with his last breath, "Be sure to take good care of … take good care of … the big girl …". In just a few words, grandpa spoke for nearly a minute. I just cried silently. ...
Grandpa, although you left, you left me endless love and endless touch. ...
Moved into a beautiful landscape.
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Touched, it is like a microscope, looking for the light of love in ordinary life stories; It is a thermal sensor of the soul, no matter how subtle and profound love is, it can keenly help us feel it.
I know such a person.
He has a pair of crystal eyes, a high nose and a small mouth are symmetrical to each other. Although he looks fragile, his will is so strong. He can always hold up a sky for me, always so blue and pure.
The weather in winter is very cold and the ground is slippery. "Let's go!" Chen Chen called me, and I was anxious to get down on the ground. At that time, I longed for a pair of warm hands to hold me. At this moment, a familiar figure came to my side. It's him. It's really him. He held out a warm hand and pulled me to my feet. I'm really touched. "Does it hurt?" He asked anxiously, no pain, no pain. Looking at his childish face, I admire him. He is so determined and enthusiastic. He is like my patron saint, always guarding my safety.
There is no lack of emotion around us, because each of us has a kind heart, which will turn into rain and dew to moisten our hearts, so we will all cry for it. Every beautiful heart and every kind move will touch us. Don't spare the moved tears, it is a kind of tears that feel the happiness and innocence of the world.