Recalling the excellent composition in the breeze 1, dancing with fallen leaves; In the moonlight, my mood is as light as water ... Memories emerge in autumn. ...
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Falling leaves, flying all over the sky, like a butterfly dream. I walked alone in the maple leaf forest, and the memories of the past came out bit by bit. ...
Flaming maple leaves, flaming world, everything is so clearly visible. Isn't it ... Could it have just happened yesterday? ...
Oh, forget to say goodbye and leave for many years. ...
Today, we are on two sides of the world. Looking at the moon silently, we all miss the once friendly language. ...
Today, after years of separation, are we still classmates? Do you remember ... the first two immature childhoods?
The fallen leaves of the phoenix tree fell on my palm ... I can't help but think of our past ... At that time, we were two ignorant teenagers. Facing a plane tree leaf, I made a promise of friendship ... You said that we would be friends forever, even if we would never meet again in these N years, even if we forgot our vows ... We should be friends forever ... I smiled. Now that we have forgotten, now that we have disappeared, how can we realize our promise of being friends? You laugh too, friends don't have to meet each other, as long as you remember in your heart that you had such a shining partner, that's enough. Even if you forget me, even if you disappear into this world, you will find an angel to protect you, just for our contract. ...
Will this fallen leaf be the horizon, incarnate your object, and try to put it gently in the photo frame ... Since you have not forgotten my existence, I will keep this memento mori forever. ...
Autumn memories, sad leaves, euphemistic language, our friendship will last forever. ...
I remember when I was in grade one, a young teacher came to our class as an intern. She was all smiles, youth bean, with a ponytail.
Her surname is Yu, a native of Suzhou, in her early twenties. Teacher Yu teaches art. She has a kind attitude and a nice voice when she teaches us. She often comes among us to guide us patiently and sometimes teaches us hand in hand. Under the careful teaching of teacher Yu, the artistic level of our class has been improved. Time flies, and a month passed quickly. Teacher Yu's internship is coming to an end. On the day of parting, Teacher Yu led our class to visit Zhangjiagang Park. We climb mountains, swing and play games together. Everyone was talking and laughing and having a good time.
Finally, we gave the gifts prepared in advance to Mr. Yu, including small pendants, small greeting cards, small toys and pens. Although the gift is small, it expresses our deep affection for Teacher Yu. We went back to school. Teacher Yu rides an electric car. She really has to leave. "Goodbye, goodbye!" We said goodbye to each other, and some students had tears in their eyes. Looking at her distant back, we are really a little reluctant to part. I silently said to myself: Teacher Yu, we love you forever. I hope you can come to our class again when you are free. I will cherish this wonderful memory in my heart forever.
Open the small window and you will see a vast white world. It's snowing
Winter is the best time for children to be happy, especially the snowflakes fluttering in the sky and the snow-covered quilts on the ground.
The grass that used to be green or yellow has now turned white, and this coke has ruined us-a group of immature children. Wei Zi and Xiao Fanzi knocked on my door before I ran down happily.
Snow covered the lawn in front of the door. Some grass sticks out tenaciously, and I think they must be very happy, too.
Forgetting whose proposal it was, we began to eat snow one by one. Xiao Fanzi is still young. She tried to open her mouth as wide as possible, which was very cute. After a while, we were so tired that we stopped. I picked up a pile of snow, threw it into the sky, and shouted excitedly:
"I will snow, too!"
Everyone threw and shouted happily, as if everyone's breath could turn into white clouds. I accidentally threw a mass of snow on myself, then stood still and said, I am a snowman, and the snowman can't move. Rolling xiaofanzi with joy.
Spring grass withered several times, and Xiao Fanzi left early, so I wouldn't eat snow foolishly. Whenever I think of these things again, there is a warm current in my heart. At this time, childhood haunted me again. ...
At my classmate's birthday party, the birthday girl gave me a very special gift.
This is a very small box, only the size of a water bottle cap. The blue round cover is painted with beautiful pink cherry trees. The price is unknown, but it is imported and should not be very cheap. "You can put it on your temples and other places. Very fragrant, with the taste of cherry blossoms. " The birthday girl whispered to me.
Hearing this, I couldn't help opening it. The inside is white, like lipstick, very attractive. But its taste is the most special and wonderful. This reminds me of the same familiar fragrance—
A few months ago at the Dutch airport. When I got off the plane, I was greeted by an elegant and fragrant smell, and I couldn't help but be elated. Walking through the dining area, the smell of coffee, milk, bread and cake also rushed over, and the slightly dim light made people feel very relaxed. It's almost dawn. Go outside the airport, will you? Is it snow? It is white and the sky is blue. It's beautiful to cast a little warmth in Chuyang. Clean airport, clean countryside, even the smell is so intoxicating. ...
The little sweet cake in front of me, both in appearance and unique smell, is so similar to what I saw at that time. More importantly, when I think of the airport, I think of my mother who works overseas. The Netherlands is a turning point. That holiday, I flew to my mother and spent 2 1 happy days. I saw the same beautiful blue sky and smelled other wonderful smells that I can't smell here. I was as comfortable and happy as that smell. "Is this really a cherry blossom?" I asked that classmate. "That's right." "But it's obviously like ..." I hesitated and smiled.
Later, every time I opened the magical little box, I would think of the Dutch airport and the days when the fragrance was overflowing. ...
My childhood was very happy, and there are many happy things that I still can't forget.
I still remember when I was very young, there was a grand canal paved with cement in the west of my home, and my father took me there to take a flying car. Dad rode a bike, and I sat in the back seat of the car and grabbed dad. Dad rode down the slope of the Grand Canal and then rode up from the other side, which was exciting and thrilling. Once, my father rode too fast and the car arrived. My father and I both fell and broke our legs, but I didn't cry. There is also a small iron bridge welded with iron pipes in that place. Sometimes I climb up and down on the small iron bridge. My father was afraid that I would fall off the small iron bridge, so he picked me up below.
In summer, there is a big elm tree in front of my house, and there are many caterpillars on its trunk. My father and I took waste newspapers and burned caterpillars on the fire. The caterpillars were burnt and fell from the trees one by one. My father and I swept the caterpillars together and burned them with torches. We removed the pests from the big elm tree in front of the door, and the big elm tree grew more luxuriantly.
There was a heavy rain in summer, and there was a lot of water in the stadium in the north of my home. I ride my bike in the water, and I feel very cool and happy. The wheels splashed a lot and got my clothes wet, but I rode in the water.
There were many interesting things when I was a child. I flew kites with my father in spring, burned leaves with my father in autumn, played on a swing at my grandfather's house, and led my pet dog to hide. Childhood anecdotes can't be finished, not enough. In a word, I had a happy childhood.
Memories of Excellent Composition 6 "Du-"Every time I hear the sound of a motorcycle speeding by in my ear, my feet unconsciously move aside, and images keep popping up in my mind. ...
It happened when I was five years old and just went to kindergarten. When I ran home excitedly, I didn't know that a terrible thing was about to happen.
I skipped all the way, and my parents chased me and shouted, "Wait a minute, son-"I always smiled mischievously, and then shouted, "Mom and Dad are useless and can't catch up with me." Then keep running.
I soon came to the gate of the community. When I was crossing the road, a motorcycle came at a high speed. My mother and my father shouted together, "Be careful, son-"I heard my parents' shouts, turned around and asked innocently, "What's the matter?" I heard a harsh voice: "Du-"
My eyes are blurred. I only see my mom and dad running over, as if I said something, but I can't see anything.
When I woke up, I saw my mother and father standing outside the door. I'm lying in a big house, and a machine is moving over my head. Later, I learned that it was a scanning X-ray.
When I was a child, I was accidentally hit, leaving an indelible memory in my little heart, letting me know that there is something called affection in this world. The sound of a motorcycle aroused my memory.
Look, the lush phoenix tree is shaking its twisted branches and mumbling. What a familiar sight this is! I remember how many times we sat in her shade, discussing the invasion of poplars and expressing the passion of "counting romantic figures and looking at the present". We all let go of the "white dove" in our hearts. ...
Look up. Our classroom is quietly meditating at the west end of the sixth floor at the moment, as if suddenly, she is like an old man full of knowledge, thinking about a philosophy of life. I remember many times, the warm winter sunshine sneaked into the window, reflecting the students' attentive expression when listening to the teacher's brief explanation. ...
Walking on the grassy playground, bursts of laughter and laughter inadvertently invaded my eardrum. Oh, that's my first-grade brothers and sisters playing and chasing in the sunset. They are enjoying the free and happy time after school. -I don't have such a good memory? I remember that tug-of-war, and I "lay down" because I pushed too hard. I was so embarrassed at that time, but the words and actions that my classmates cared about swept away my shyness at once. ...
On campus, I have left beautiful memories everywhere. Yes, you taught me to overcome one difficulty after another; You inspired me to step on one step after another; At this moment, it's you again, urging me to move forward and pursue greater glory in life.
Goodbye, teacher! Goodbye, class! Goodbye, lovely campus, no matter the ends of the earth, no matter the wind and rain, you will always be the "bridge, running water and home" in my heart!
Recalling excellent composition 8 "I don't want to learn, I don't want to learn anymore!" " This is not funny! Hey! "
When I was four years old, I once went to the park to play and found that many big brothers and sisters were wearing a strange kind of four-wheeled shoes. They can easily slide at a very fast speed in these shoes. When they need to stop, they can stop immediately by stepping on something hidden in the square behind the shoes.
I was particularly curious at that time, so I asked my mother, and she told me, "These are roller skates". I said excitedly, "I want to play with this, and my mother will buy me a pair!" " ""It's hard to keep balance in these shoes, and it's easy to fall down. You should keep practicing and don't give up halfway. " "No, I will practice hard. "I readily agreed at the time, but ...
In order to satisfy my curiosity, my mother quickly bought me shoes. My father taught me that as soon as I put on my shoes, the wheels would stop working, just like walking on a marble floor covered with soapy water. I fell to the ground before I started. I stood up with pain and strength and started my second adventure.
Dad kept reminding me: "You have to stand in an outer figure of eight to form a triangle to stand firm." When skating, you should skate outward and your feet should go backwards once ... "I started skating, but I fell down every time I skated. After falling many times, I really couldn't help crying. "I don't want to learn, it's not fun at all!" "
After listening to my words, my mother didn't say anything, just came over and gave me a gentle hug. I cried and cried, suddenly remembering my promise to my mother. So I stopped crying, full of confidence, and continued to practice those movements repeatedly. Gradually, I overcame the difficulties and learned to pulley.
Now I can play pulley skillfully, and I like pulley.
Recalling excellent composition 9 is another weekend. I finished the homework assigned by my teacher and went online. I suddenly thought of the QQ number I gave her around. She opened "Search" and then entered the number she could recite. A lovely QQ avatar appeared. She clicked "Add as a Friend" and he immediately agreed.
A little bit into the left and right personal space, very non-mainstream It can be seen that I have spent a lot of thought and money. I opened his diary, many of which were written by myself. Although there is no real name, many words are obviously addressed to her.
"Good intentions!" Dot said to himself.
Click and start chatting:
Are you on the left or right?
Yes, and you are?
Guess what?
Dot？
elegant
Why do you call it that? It's not like you.
What, you can't? Your name is not your style.
Have you finished your homework?
of course
You teach me.
Are there any benefits?
Wait a minute.
After a while, Diandian received a rose, which was sent from left to right.
thank you
Then can you teach me?
Yes, go ahead.
…… ……
They had a very pleasant conversation. "He is really an elusive boy!" Dot said, "I really won't? Impossible, not allowed, not allowed! "
"She's so funny, I like her? I don't know if she likes me, hehe. " Said with a smile from left to right.
Recalling the excellent composition 10 The weather is getting cold. I squatted by the window and watched the fallen leaves fall at my feet like golden butterflies. I can't help thinking of a past event last year.
On a cloudy morning in Wan Li, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house to enjoy autumn scenery. When I came to the field, a grape field came into view: small and exquisite, like pearls and agates. Purple is like a rosy cloud on the horizon, so beautiful and bright. Beside the rows of corn, hold your head high, like a soldier defending the village. Osmanthus fragrans is in full bloom, and there are small osmanthus fragrans hidden in the emerald leaves. Osmanthus fragrans is small, but it smells very fragrant, and the whole village can smell a strong fragrance. Not to mention dozens of families are not immersed in the fragrance of osmanthus. Chrysanthemum is not to be outdone, showing its beauty. Delicate and graceful, each flower is like a fairy standing on a branch. Sunlight shines on colorful chrysanthemums, leaving mottled shadows. ...
There is a stream behind my grandmother's house. My mother and I rolled up our trouser legs, rolled up our sleeves, clumsily cast nets to catch fish, lifted buckets to catch shrimp ... The stream echoed with our happy laughter.
Ah, the beautiful scenery of hometown, you are like a precious oil painting, praising the beauty of hometown; You are like a beautiful poem, singing lovely autumn! Leave me the most beautiful memories.
Memories of Excellent Composition11On March 5th, the chilly campus was still antique and silent, but it lacked the agility and liveliness it used to have.
Because of the outbreak of the disease, we can only stay at home and take it home to class, which allows us to chat in class through the screen, but the cold words can't express our feelings, so that we can see each other's expressions and expressions when they speak.
Before class, the class was always full of excitement, with hands raised and speeches made. Occasionally, someone deserted and whispered to each other. If the teacher finds out, stand and copy the text and write a review. How nervous and horrible this is!
However, the time after class is always so short and happy. The boys are playing the game of catching people and running around like crazy; Girls are chatting in the classroom, and that sentence always makes each other happy. From time to time, there are waves of magical laughter. As soon as the bell rings, the students will run back to the classroom quickly.
Physical education class is everyone's favorite. Everyone can let go of themselves and do what they like on the playground. Once in the playground, we scared the mother cat away to see her and her three newborn kittens. We girls searched every corner of the playground with tears, calling for the mother cat, fearing that the kitten would lose its mother.
How interesting and beautiful it is to think of these! I hope my illness will be over soon. In this way, we can go back to campus with emotions, even if we really have to be criticized and detained!
In spring, will the big-leaf banyan tree in school lose its leaves because it is too lonely?
Looking back on that excellent composition 12, unconsciously, the long years have been wasted. In retrospect, it was like a dream with no end. It was dark in the dream. I am blind. I can't see straight ahead. I don't know what to do. I just keep going. The road ahead is unknown and tangled. Finally, I can stay where I am and have a good rest, but there is always an idea of "going forward and going forward" in my heart.
Time flies, so that we keep moving forward and rush to unknown areas, but we have no time to take care of the memories that have already piled up into mountains. We are just constantly catching up with time and not letting it abandon us, but it leaves us far behind mercilessly with fast steps. We will never catch up, but we can constantly improve ourselves in the process. There is no doubt that memory is the best "counseling book".
Life is limited, but in limited life, we will encounter infinite "scenery". These "landscapes" may have surprises, worries, happiness, worries and so on, but they will also become memories. When we "walk" far, we can "look back" and think: "How long have we walked?" And gain insights from it, so that it can benefit endlessly.
Time is constantly changing, and life is so colorful. Only by recalling the past and grasping the present can we be qualified to look forward to the future. Perfecting yourself, grasping yourself and dedicating yourself in life will not waste your life. At least we can say with a clear conscience, "We didn't come for nothing."
I am glad that I can stick to my idea in that "dream", "take one step, take another step".
"Dream your own dreams and go your own way", which is life.
Recalling the hot summer, I thought of winter.
I can't imagine how cold it is in winter, but I know how much I long for the snow in the dog days.
Remember the first snow last winter. Snow suddenly came, and there was no sign of snow when I went to school in the morning, but it snowed one after another in the second class. We didn't hear the teacher repeatedly remind us to "pay attention to the class", only that two small eyes wanted to glance out of the window from time to time.
Finally, the class was over, and we rushed out of the classroom like swallows, scrambling to climb to the balcony outside the classroom to see the snow. When the bell rang, we had to reluctantly leave the balcony and walk into the classroom.
The third part is our head teacher, Miss Chen. She looked at our little faces excited by the first snow since winter, and said, "Children, shall we go to the playground to see the snow together?" "good! All right! Good! " We are ecstatic.
Teacher Chen took us to the playground behind the school. It's already a vast expanse of whiteness here. Snow covers the green grass and presents a white color in front of your eyes. We had a good time on the white carpet. After a while, the white carpet was covered with our little footprints. Our laughter echoed in the whirlpool of snowflakes, and laughter danced in the air with snowflakes.
I don't know why the hot summer reminds me of this winter scene, perhaps longing for that cold, perhaps recalling that joy; perhaps
Memory is a flower, the more you smell it, the more fragrant it is; Memories are like a seedling. The longer they grow, the more they linger, as if time stayed yesterday. Memories, the lost good times. Once the door of memory is opened, beauty will come to mind.
Time is like a thief, stealing and stealing, losing our time and stealing all the time. It has brought us to the present, but we also want to go back to the good old days. Memories, like shadows in my heart, can't be forgotten if I want to. And those beautiful memories can always make people feel relaxed and happy.
I remember I used to be a quiet and withdrawn person, but I have been playing with a group of friends until now. Today, I am much more cheerful, just playing with friends, and I have changed. I remember we used to play guessing games, and whoever lost would pay a dime for firecrackers. Who knows that I was lucky and never bought it; And hide-and-seek, I have never been found, unless I come out myself.
In another year, I will leave my classmates at school. I still remember my deskmate quarreling with me, but after a few days, he took the initiative to make up with me, and I solved the problem of "sharing weal and woe" with him. I remember once, he was talking to a female classmate, and I pushed him with my hand, and his body just hit the female classmate. It made me laugh, and my female classmates laughed their heads off, while my deskmate looked at me like a fire and said, "You, you, I'm not with you."
Students care about each other and help each other. Today, I think they are naive and happy.
When I remember you, I am very happy and sad. I hope to meet someone I remember in the future.
Recalling the excellent composition of 15 autumn, it is bleak and comfortable. I can't find the noise of the past, as if everything was sealed. ...
In the fairy tale, the ice queen riding a sleigh, always as cold as ice, with a cold and proud heart, mercilessly tore my pink lace skirt, threw it into the air and fell. In the pink snowflakes all over the sky, I saw a man, such an outstanding beautiful teenager, coming to me ... After the snow, I just sneered: "You are not his princess." Disillusioned, like a fallen lace skirt, she walked towards him behind me. I didn't cry. I know she doesn't belong to me. It's just my wishful thinking and my own extravagant hopes. I knew this day would come, just begging for a late day, but today, it came. I didn't cry, I was satisfied. She found her own happiness.
Autumn, the season of lovelorn.
Slight sadness.
Inadvertently, I touched her hand, cold, and quickly pulled away, and my face was a little red, and no one noticed. Her hands are so cold. Is it cold? Maybe her hand is not warm to me, but her warmth comes from him.
I hate that there is such a thing as a reserve in the world. Dare not speak, afraid, afraid of losing the present, losing everything, I would rather hide my love in my heart for a lifetime.
Trying to recall his dribs and drabs, I found myself more infatuated with him and more unable to extricate myself. I chose to forget, only to find that forgetting is more terrible than remembering. The more I want to forget, the clearer she is in my mind. Always dreaming, but waking up in pain again and again.
There is a kind of beauty called giving up; There is a beauty called perfection; There is a kind of beauty called blessing. Give up yourself, fulfill her and bless them.
Autumn, the season of lovelorn, makes her happy.