Will you remember? The time we spent together. Just, on that rainy day.

Under an umbrella, you hold my hand and walk. I hope the long road will never end. I still remember a faint smile on your sad face, like an angel's fingerprint. Through your eyes, I see the blue ocean. You said, "Girl, don't be afraid, I'll take you away ..." I smiled and was very happy. At that time, as long as I had you, I saw the whole world.

It has been many years, and I still can't believe it. Our story has passed, but there is no one around me, only a faint smile, and that sunny rainy day. ...

Times comics: 800-word composition is the most impressive. 800-word composition is the most impressive 1 The past is like smoke. There are many impressive things I have forgotten, but I remember one thing clearly.

I remember when I was a child in kindergarten, that time, I was sick, but my mother ignored me.

I was cruelly left at home, but my father took me to the hospital to feed me, while my mother lay at home and slept like a sow.

One day, it rained cats and dogs, and God seemed to hold his breath. He wanted to rush down at once and fall to the ground like a golden bean. At this time, his mother said; "I feel sick. Let's take this child to work for my father. " Helpless, my father hugged me and walked away with milk powder, blankets and umbrellas.

The rain flowed down his hair like an outflow and was soaked through after touching it.

At this time, my mother is lying in bed, sleeping like a sow.

When I got home, my father had already become a "drowned rat" and my mother was not distressed at all.

On the contrary, he said; "Go and comrades to eat and drink.

Soaked in the rain.

Serve you right! "Dad was silent and said; I don't look like the kind of person who sleeps at home.

Like a sow, I got something.

Laugh.

This is what impressed me the most! One thing that impressed me 2 There are many things that impressed me in my mind, but one thing impressed me particularly.

One sunny afternoon, my father took out a new dress and prepared to cut off the tag on it. However, my father tried his best to cut the scissors, but they still did not move. Father began to look for the reason why the scissors didn't move. Are they old or rusty? But this is only a fantasy in my mind, because this pair of scissors has only been bought for a long time, and finally I found that there is glue on both sides of the scissors, and it is still instant glue. My father asked my mother and me, "Who is it?" I immediately replied loudly: "Not me, not me!" Dad muttered and began to try to get the glue off the scissors, but it was not easy. I saw my father scratch a little with a knife, and my mother and I were not idle, so we worked together to find a way.

Because I felt a little guilty, I said, "I remember when I was in the model airplane class, Teacher Fang said that this glue could be removed with hot water in case I took it in the wrong place."

"But at this time, my father's hand was already bleeding. I quickly bandaged my father and said guiltily, "I didn't expect you to break it with your hand." Look at so much blood.

"V After dinner, I apologized to my father, who forgave me. But it hurts to think about it. I secretly said to myself: "Boys must dare to do things in the future! "One thing that impressed me 3 There are many things that impressed me, such as making instant noodles for the first time and visiting museums ... but what I will never forget is making egg tarts for the first time! It was last year that my father bought a microwave oven with a cookbook attached to it. I just glanced at it, and suddenly, my eyes flashed. Wow! The pattern on it is really mouth watering! So, greedy I pestered my father to accompany me to do it. Father couldn't stand my repeated pestering and had to agree.

First, my father and I poured a bowl of flour and half a bowl of water into the basin. I posed as a superman, stepped on the bench with one foot, and boasted, "Let me be an all-knowing elf to make dough!" " After that, I rolled up my sleeves and put my hand in my face. I came to the conclusion that there was too much water, so I added a bowl of flour and stirred it. There is too much flour again! I just kept adding water and flour, and my busy father said, "Forget it, I'll do it!" " "He said, while holding out a strong hand and noodles, but I didn't look carefully. I secretly grabbed a ball of noodles and held it in my hand, playing over and over again.

When the noodles were reconciled, I proudly said, "If it weren't for me, I don't know what the sea would be like!" " Dad just laughed without saying a word.

We began to knead the shape of the egg tart. Although I can't knead it well, it's ok. In addition, my motto is: as long as it is delicious! My father and I made six, put them on plastic plates, and then carefully put them in the microwave oven. The fever is high 10 minutes.

Take care of everything, I rub my hands and go to the living room to watch TV with my father. Five minutes later, my father glanced at the kitchen and jumped up from the sofa! Shit! The kitchen is full of smoke and smells of burning things! If people go in, they will choke.

I pulled down a wet towel, covered my nose and rushed into the "crime scene". I opened the window. After waiting for more than ten minutes, the smoke dispersed, but there was still a burning smell in the air. I took out my plate. Oh! A fist-sized hole was burned in the bottom of the plate, and some black things were stuck on it. On closer inspection, it turned out to be an egg tart with tragic fate! The scattered dry dough fell from the plate to the ground, and my father and I said sadly, failure! After a while, we pulled ourselves together and did it again, adjusting the temperature and time, but the result was still not satisfactory.

I declare that this egg tart making activity ended in failure! Looking at our masterpiece, my father and I looked at each other, and the scene was very embarrassing.

I said, "Why don't we do it again?" Hearing this, Dad waved his hand and said, "Forget it, don't toss about.

"At this time, my mother came back and saw that we had made the house smoky, so she' questioned' us, so we told my mother the whole story in detail. My mother laughed and cried after hearing this.

In this way, in laughter, this interesting activity ended.

I will never forget this matter.

One thing that impressed me deeply. In my mind, many childhood memories have been buried, but catching small fish at the seaside makes me remember it vividly.

When I was six years old, my parents took me back to my grandparents' home in Xiamen for the Spring Festival.

It was a sunny morning, and we took a ferry to Gulangyu Island, a beautiful world-famous island.

In winter, Xiamen doesn't feel chilly at all. The beach of Gulangyu Island is full of tourists who roll up their trouser legs and swim barefoot by the sea.

Regardless of my mother's objection, I took off my shoes and socks, rolled up my trouser legs and rushed to the rippling beach without hesitation. My mother was in a hurry and shouted, dad. ...

I was deeply impressed by a person's 800-word high school composition. People often say: "Teachers are like gardeners, diligently cultivating the flowers of the motherland;" Teachers, like the North Star, show us the way forward; Teachers are like a clear spring, pouring the dew of knowledge into children's hearts.

But I think our head teacher, Mr. Liu, is more like a book, a book with rich contents, which allows us to enjoy sightseeing, consulting and obtaining.

Sometimes, I think Miss Liu is like a composition book.

Whenever we have a composition class, we will open this rich composition book.

This composition book can teach us a lot about writing! Each of our exercises is infused with the teacher's painstaking efforts, and it is completed after careful explanation and revision by the teacher.

Therefore, our work level can be continuously improved.

Sometimes, our teacher Liu is like a story book: the stories she tells us not only make us feel interesting, but also help us learn how to be a person.

What impressed me the most was "Starting with Small Things". The hero of this story is a Japanese girl-Seiko Noda.

After graduating from college, she went to work in a famous company. Although she is a white-collar worker, the company has a clear stipulation that newcomers, no matter who they are, should start to brush the toilet from the bottom of the company.

My son always brushes the toilet clean until the water in the toilet is drinkable.

She benefited a lot from her son's experience.

Whatever she does in the future, she will do her best.

Thanks to her son's efforts, she finally became one of the few female ministers in Japan-the post-minister.

This story educated me, shocked me, and let me know that no matter what I do, even a small thing, I must do my best.

The teacher often tells us: "There is a little progress every day.

"We have been educated and encouraged by this story.

Sometimes, I think Mr. Liu is like a reference book, because whenever we have class, we will ask the teacher some difficult questions, and the teacher will explain them carefully and patiently.

Sometimes, it is even more specific, vivid and detailed than reference books.

Sometimes, I think our teacher Liu is like an educational book. She taught us how to be human.

I remember that once the students were not on duty seriously, the teacher walked into the classroom without saying anything, but wrote a big word "heart" on the blackboard, and then asked the students what the word "heart" could be composed of.

The students raised their hands one after another, and some said, "Perseverance.

"Someone said," confidence.

Some say "heart, determination, filial piety, enthusiasm, sincerity, love" ... "Students, who should we dedicate these hearts to?" "Some said," Love is dedicated to the motherland, and filial piety is dedicated to mom and dad.

""Dedicated to the collective.

""Keep studying ... "Finally, the teacher said," The students all speak very well.

But what did we do? I hope the students will dedicate our love to the motherland, serve the collective warmly, do their jobs well and do everything with heart.

Persevere in learning, be a good boy with love, enthusiasm, filial piety, perseverance and confidence, and be diligent and sincere in everything.

This is our teacher Liu. You are such a versatile book! Educate us, enlighten us and guide us to acquire knowledge and wisdom.

High school composition 800 words: the person who impressed me the most | 800 words | narrator | I believe that everyone has a person who impressed him, and I am no exception. My primary school math teacher, Miss Yang, is the one who left a deep impression on me.

Teacher Yang has been teaching us mathematics since he transferred to our school from the fourth grade. In the past three years, she has never hit us or scolded us, but has been giving us reasons.

Before each class, Teacher Yang will tell us a short story, and then tell us some truth about being a man. She treats us like her own children. I believe every teacher treats her students like her own children, but each teacher has different methods.

Teacher Yang has black hair mixed with silver silk and a smile on her mouth.

Teacher Yang likes laughing best. No matter what problems are encountered or criticized by the leaders, Teacher Yang always smiles. Just like once, the leader of the Education Bureau came to our school, and several naughty students fought in the playground. Although it was just for fun, this scene was actually seen by the leaders. The leader didn't scold them, but frowned tightly, as if to twist together.

After the leaders of the Education Bureau left, the headmaster taught the teacher multimedia and asked, "Which class are these students in?" Teacher Yang looked at it and said, "It's from our class.

"Later, the principal called Mr. Yang to the principal's office, and I don't need to say more. Although Mr. Yang was criticized, he smiled when he saw us and didn't criticize the students. He just told us a story. The boys apologized deeply to the teacher, who forgave them.

However, something happened once, which made the smile on Miss Yang's face hidden.

One morning, just before dawn, the fog had not completely dispersed. Teacher Yang and her lover are walking on the road, and everyone has a sweet smile on their faces. However, when they were about to cross the road, a drunk driver knocked down a man. That man is Miss Yang's lover. Teacher Yang panicked and immediately called 120, but due to the delay in rescue, Teacher Yang's lover lost his life.

On May 1 day, I went to see Miss Yang at school. Teacher Yang has no smile on her face, but her eyes are full of tears. Dark circles hang in front of Teacher Yang. Seeing Mr. Yang like this made my heart ache, which I will never forget.

I want to cry, but I'm afraid the teacher will be more sad. I kept holding it until I got out of school. I couldn't bear it any longer, and tears came down.

I hope Mr. Yang Can can get out of his pain, at least he still has us and a group of students who love him.

Teacher Yang is my most beloved teacher, and also an unforgettable teacher in my life, and a teacher that I will never forget.

Grade one: 26656 17834 source: composition network

Impressive 20 13' s 800-word composition is about to pass, and many people can't help feeling at the end of the year. What is my most unforgettable thing this year? Some people say "I went to … to play", others say "I went to … cram school", and others say …, but I said, "What impressed me most was entering junior high school".

20 13 from primary school to junior high school can represent that I have grown up and my thoughts have been further improved. How can I say that this is not a turning point in my life? From innocence to maturity, from confusion to caution, this series of reasons can prove that this is an obvious turning point.

New classmates, new capital, new school, and new * * *, everything around me is strange to me. All these brand-new things have turned a new page for my new life, but this brand-new page will become old sooner or later. Adding some colorful colors and beautiful patterns to this page will be the process for me and my new classmates to become old friends.

There are also many new courses in the new semester of junior high school, such as biology, science and technology, geography and politics. These names are unfamiliar to students who have just entered junior high school, and they will be a little curious when they study. What are you curious about these courses? Does the teacher speak well? Is the course interesting? There will also be a little fear, such as: is this subject difficult? Is the teacher strict? These ideas were my first thoughts.

The arrangement of the new semester in junior high school is also different. The second class every day is not going out to play, but listening to the radio to relax.

20 13 the most unforgettable thing for me is probably being promoted to junior high school. A seemingly ordinary thing is a turning point for me. Just like the poem "... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts into new things", the old things will be replaced by new things. Now I have new classmates and new teachers. How could it not be that 20 13 impressed me the most?

Do you remember the 800-word composition on the topic of impression? The time we spent together.

Just, on that rainy day.

Under an umbrella, you hold my hand and walk. I hope the long road will never end.

I still remember a faint smile on your sad face, like an angel's fingerprint.

Through your eyes, I see the blue ocean. You said, "Girl, don't be afraid, I'll take you away ..." I smiled and was very happy. At that time, as long as I had you, I saw the whole world.

It has been many years, and I still can't believe it. Our story has passed, but there is no one around me, only a faint smile, and that sunny rainy day. ......

The composition topic "Impression" is 800 words. The requirements are subtitles, high speed and high pay. ...

Some people say that junior high school life is like a movie, and everyday life is like a scene.

Constantly interpret the story of youth, and constantly appear wonderful and surprises.

I stood under the blue sky, quietly closed my eyes, and some memories of junior high school life in the past three years came to my mind.

Time seems to have stopped flowing, but my cherished impression of junior high school life flashed in my mind like a cartoon.

I remember every morning, there will be fresh air.

Happy smiling face, vigorous steps, greet the rising sun, accompany the beautiful campus to run on the playground, jump rope in the campus, walk under the tree, laugh and laugh on the stairs, enjoy the coolest wind of the day, meet the teacher to say good morning, meet classmates to say hello, and enter the classroom one after another to start a day's journey.

I used to remember that before every meal, at the end of class, we were always in a hurry to go downstairs and get the meal sent by our parents.

There are always expectant eyes, and there is always a warm touch in my heart.

After class, I hurried to my mother's side, ate greedily, listened to her kind nagging, and inadvertently saw her smiling face, which gave birth to more happiness in my heart. It was not until I watched her leave the campus with a lunch box that I remembered that I had more important things to do.

I remember that in every class, we were always so absorbed, listening to every key point the teacher said, and our pens kept sliding.

Whenever asked a name, there will be a very unlucky expression on her face, and the answer is so crisp and neat.

I can always hear the teacher's nagging words, but it makes people feel very kind; You can always see your classmates discussing difficult problems together, so you can't help but get the motivation to move forward.

We will always be so modest and United, just as we swore never to give up ... Life in junior high school is happy, the impression is beautiful, the mind is pure and the campus is harmonious.

The teacher is very kind and the classmates are very friendly.

Suddenly, I found that the impression of the campus was so disappointing.

So-and-so primary school impression 800 words junior high school composition all began. Now, I have stepped into the gate of middle school and become a middle school student.

When school starts, I can't stand you. I've always wanted primary school teachers to teach us. After all, the primary school teacher has been with us for six years, and there are many places that you can't compare with.

But after what happened not long ago, I completely changed my view of you. I found the advantages in you and began to respect you.

That day was the third day of "Open Teaching Week" in our school. You asked all the students in our class to wear school uniforms, but a dozen students in our class turned a deaf ear to your words, and I was one of them.

You ask students who are not wearing school uniforms to go to the office after school.

At this time, I have a bad feeling.

The last class is composition class. After the whole class, I felt uneasy. I'm afraid of being beaten after school. After all, I haven't been beaten in the office.

I only wrote a little composition, and all I could think about at that time was what to do after school.

Unconsciously, time slipped through my fingers.

It used to be crisp in class, but it was a bit scary at this time.

I packed my schoolbag ten times slower than before, took a step back and went downstairs, waiting in the most inconspicuous place in front of the office.

After a while, you came out with a long stick in your hand.

You said that our class can't even meet this requirement. You must give us some color to see see.

Every minute in front of the office, I am extremely nervous, afraid that the stick will fall on me. However, this kind of thing did not happen. You just said that we would let us go soon.

I was relieved and my heart plopped when I mentioned my throat.

Walking on the way home from school, I don't know whether to be grateful or hate! I was walking when suddenly a word came from behind: "Wu Chunran, aren't you riding a bike?" I was stunned first, and then I spit out: "Ah!" It is he who made me lose such a big face, but at this moment, I have no hatred in my heart, only moved.

You didn't ignore me because I made a mistake, but you still said hello to me. My heart was shaking at that time. If you weren't here, my tears would have come out long ago.

I believe that no matter how many years have passed, I will definitely remember Miss Gao, a very good teacher.

Miss Gao, here, I want to say to you sincerely: "Teacher, you have worked hard, thank you!" " " ...

The person who impressed me the most is a person who has been living by my side since I was sensible. He is a beggar. When I was six years old, I went out to play and saw a man sitting on the side of the road, disheveled and disheveled, which made me feel sick and a little sympathetic. I asked my mother for a dollar and put it in his bowl. His head was tied with a piece of paper. I left in a hurry. One day seven years later, I was invited to attend my classmate's birthday. Just going out, my eyes shine. It's him again. Seven years ago, he hasn't changed at all. He still wears rickety clothes and his hair is dirty and messy. Every now and then, he pulls out some lice and strangles him. I don't know if it's a reflex or something. I took out another yuan from him and put it in his bowl. He still said without looking up. I feel sorry for him. Seven years, that's 2555 days. The beggar has hands and feet. Why doesn't he get a job and seek a world of his own? Seven years is enough to learn a trade. If he had worked hard, he wouldn't have done this. He must have got rich by himself. I suddenly understand why there are so many beggars in the street. I'm at a loss. Why are there so many limbs? Working by yourself is better than sitting on the side of the road and being given alms! There are countless examples of disabled people getting rich in newspapers and TV. There was once a young man who always complained that he knew nothing. Someone asked him: Why do you complain about so much wealth? The young man said, "Where do I have any wealth?" The man said, "I'll pay 200 thousand for your hand." Will you? " The young man shook his head. "Can I buy your youth with 200,000 yuan?" "Now you should understand how much wealth you have!" In fact, each of us has our own wealth and advantages to use, especially precious youth, just depending on how you use it.

The person who impressed me the most was the person who impressed me the most with that 800-word composition. It's a sunny winter 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 dressed in fashion was eating a cake while walking, and then the wrapping paper of the next cake fell off.

The paper floated low in the wind.

I looked at it and didn't answer it, thinking, "it's not mine anyway, it doesn't matter."

"Others just looked up at the paper and fell to the ground bit by bit, without meaning to pick it up.

The original clean road suddenly has such a piece of waste paper, which is particularly conspicuous.

But I walked into the bookstore by myself.

When buying books, I saw through the glass window that the plastic paper was still moving bit by bit with the wind.

At this moment, an old lady on crutches came from a distance. She walked with difficulty, bent and 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 and picked up the paper on the ground with her hands. Then I stood up bit by bit with my hands supporting the tree next to me, staggered to the trash can and carefully put the crumpled paper into the trash can.

Immediately, she left casually again.

I stood in front of the glass and watched her leave, and the aging back gave people a fragile feeling.

When her figure disappeared into the sea of people, I realized that there were still many pedestrians on the roadside, just like me. I waited for a while and looked at the gray-haired old lady with admiration.

I walked to the cashier with a book in my hand. I was ashamed of myself if I thought about it.

There will always be people or things that impress you everywhere in life.

A drop of water can reflect the brightness of the sun.

If you are a conscientious person, you will find lofty ideological quality and great spirit everywhere. ...

In the new semester, students say that all the teachers in our class have changed.

The clock struck eight sharp, and the students all quieted down and waited for the arrival of the new teacher.

"Come, come.

"I don't know who shouted.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up and three teachers came into our classroom at the same time.

"I'm not just a teacher, you should all know me! From today on, I will be your class teacher.

"Teacher Yu said with a smile.

"I am your vice principal.

"Miss Zhou can't wait to say," and she is also your art teacher.

Teacher Chen crowded up: "I am your math teacher."

""oh, it's them! " The students started whispering to each other.

"I'm sorry I'm late.

"Then came in a teacher said.

Hey, isn't this President Wu? He is not tall, with thick eyebrows and small eyes, dark hair and wide shoulders, and a pair of big glasses on his familiar face.

.

"I am your Chinese teacher this semester. Please take care of me.

"The students couldn't help laughing.

The first class is Chinese. Teacher Wu came in with a book and a smile.

"Class.

"Miss wu let out a loud and powerful cry.

"Stand up.

"The monitor on duty also eagerly shouted.

"Hello, classmate!" "Hello, teacher!" We greet each other, conveying a deep affection between teachers and students.

"Classmates, we won't give lectures today. I want to ask everyone, who knows the meaning of the word Chinese? " What he said was so attractive, so organized and so kind.

The students scrambled to say the meaning of these two words, but unfortunately, they all got the wrong answer.

Teacher Wu didn't criticize, but praised everyone's bravery.

Maybe this is what I admire and like about him.

"Since the students are not clear, I will explain.

He said kindly, "English is a language, which expresses a meaning orally; And writing is literary talent, and writing is the same meaning.

""Wow, Teacher Wu's literary talent is really good! " The classmate next to me said excitedly.

"Then who knows what kind of basic knowledge Chinese has?" I stood up and confidently replied, "There are four kinds: listening, speaking, reading and writing.

"Teacher Wu smiled." Very good.

"Then the bell rang.

Alas! Good times are always so short and fleeting.

Now, I look forward to having Chinese classes every day.

Because Mr. Wu's lectures are always so vivid, so wonderful and so humorous.

Our whole class fell in love with this teacher Wu who wears glasses.

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