In daily life or work and study, everyone often sees compositions. Writing compositions can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down, and think about our future direction. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is a collection of beautiful memory compositions that I have compiled for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. Good Memories Essay 1

I have many things worth remembering, they are like pearls.

That day, my parents went out to purchase goods, leaving my brother and me at home. I am concentrating on playing on the computer. "Ah! Who hit me!" I said angrily. "Brother, let's play pillow fight! I was interested as soon as I heard it." How to play? "I asked. It's very simple. Just knock the opponent down with a pillow to win." said the younger brother. "Come! Who is afraid of whom?" I replied.

At the beginning of pk, I rushed forward and hit my younger brother hard with the pillow, "Ah! Flame impact!" I don't know where he saw his pillow fell. On my back, "What a guy! I'm very strong! If I hadn't been holding on to the wall, I would have been defeated." I thought to myself, "At this time, my brother stood in front of me with his hands on his hips, without any precautions." "What a good opportunity. If I don't hit him now, I'll wait. I thought to myself. Before I could finish thinking about it, the pillow in my hand hit my brother's leg. He took a few steps back and slowly squatted on the ground. "Huh. ! Cry if you can't beat me. I think back then, your brother and I were often defeated by you! "I said that I walked over. Suddenly, he swung the pillow with his hand hard and hit my leg. "No! I was fooled..." I was knocked down before I could finish thinking about it. I fell down, but I wouldn't be defeated so quickly? I put my hands on the ground, slowly stood up and started to attack fiercely. I rushed up. , picked up the pillow and beat it randomly, and my brother didn't show any weakness. When it was finally time to decide who "Jiangshan" was, I punched the pillow out hard, "Ice Palm!" "My brother used his special move. When I was about to fall to the ground, I grabbed my brother's hand and pulled him down. "Haha..." We both laughed.

There are many beautiful things in life. Isn't this the memory? Today, I will definitely compete with him again. Good Memories Essay 2

Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart. Childhood is like a cup of light tea. Let you recall; childhood is like a stormy rainbow; colorful and dazzling; childhood is like the afterglow after the sunset, so nostalgic; and like the winding path, it is impossible for the wind to make you grow up. Memories are blown away; the rain cannot cover up these touching melodies, only the lovely sunshine shines on them and preserves them.

I remember one time, the first time a child started school. God, learn. When I arrived at the entrance of the kindergarten, I met a teacher with long hair and hurried to work. The female teacher held my hand and walked into the kindergarten when I heard a cry coming from a classroom. The teacher and I ran over quickly. It turned out to be my classmates. Their faces were all red from crying, and they were saying: "Dad, home!" "A few teachers were coaxing them and telling them not to cry. After watching them for a while, I joined them and burst into tears...

I remember it was a midsummer day, The sun was blazing outside and there were no clouds in the sky. I suggested going for a swim, and I agreed, so we took a bus to the swimming pool and got into the water. It was much cooler in the water than on the shore. I put on a swimming ring. I floated and played freely in the water. After a while, I came up with another trick, so I put the swimming ring on it. I lay on the swimming ring and paddled the water with my hands, like a happy little duck. I was "swimming" and "swimming", not to mention how comfortable it was. Suddenly I looked around, looking for my father. At this moment, I didn't know who pushed me into the water. I was shocked and was thrown. I was caught off guard, and in a hurry, I tried to get out of the water with my hands. At this time, I asked angrily, "Why did you push me into the water?" We played happily together...

Look, this is my colorful childhood! Good Memories Essay 3

In the lazy daylight, the breeze outside the window is still intoxicating, teasing the wicker trees on the lakeside. He hesitated in his steps and wandered again. Unable to stop the messy pace, I accidentally stepped on the beautiful shadow of the sun, falling into my eyes and between my eyebrows, adding a trace of resentment and confusion.

Keep moving forward, be silent in the eternal yesterday, reach out your hands to soothe your restless soul, and pursue the traces you glimpsed on the roadside, feeling anxious and numb. We are strangers in a hurry, who cares? It’s just a dream that ends the world!

Time is short and people are like quicksand. The days of waiting were still calm and calm. My mind is messed up, my desk is in a mess, and my thoughts have become disorganized. The memory of indulgence ripples brightly for no reason, falling into an antique state of mind. With a feeling of sadness, I almost left the rope, and the tears stained the scarlet silk threads. The brows gather at the top of the peak, the years have passed, and the road is covered with endless rain, looking back. Helplessness breeds a kind of surprise and sadness.

The sky is blue, my eyebrows are furrowed as I wait for the mist and rain, and I sigh at the fleeting years, only saying that the world has gone through all the vicissitudes of life. The night is still young and the lights are wandering. The waning moon moved lightly to the west again, immersed in the fragrant moonlight, which made people drunk. Pushing the door latch in the haze, the willows still swayed proudly, the shattered moon shadows still touched the fallen flowers scattered all over the ground. , a piece of cold...

There is no other meaning in the song, I am afraid it is sad. The dim light adds a touch of tranquility to the heart, and with the color of time, we and I play in the world; the pure and beautiful music sings the silent waiting in the heart, tailoring the gorgeous words, leaving some warm memories floating between the lines. The blooming flowers of farewell once again buried the tragic songs and dances of the world, but could not bury the wandering thoughts...

Walking in late autumn, I harvested the bumps and vines. The wind is cold and cold, the frost is falling, and the remaining light shines on the building; the face is gone, the red lips are pale, and the autumn heart is sad. How can I not feel sad when I feel like I am in a state of confusion?

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Life is like a fleeting glimpse of pain. No one can extinguish the fire in my heart, just like you can’t stop the freedom of wild geese to migrate between the north and the south. It’s me. I will never wander into the sky of dreams in my life, and I will always walk on the road to pursue my dreams... Good Memories Essay 4

Passing by the campus of the past, I still haven’t figured out what happened at that time. What's the mood like? happy? Feelings? Or maybe it was secretive... I think there was probably a little bit of every emotion at that time.

The campus under the streetlights looked particularly peaceful, as if it was still the past, but not the past. The temporarily forgotten memories in my heart broke free from the rope at this moment and desperately emerged, constantly emerging. They sang unscrupulously, cried bitterly, and shouted loudly, and the life of junior high school appeared before their eyes.

The people in our memories have gone their separate ways. Those days when we laughed, cried, and grew up together seem to be particularly worth cherishing now.

Graduation, just graduation, nothing here has changed, but we have grown up unknowingly.

As I grew up, I was tired of those expressions and those eternal eyes. I couldn’t see the flowers blooming or hear the sound of the leaves turning green. From then on, I no longer believed in fairy tales or believed in the existence of fairy tales. Eternal existence is replaced by the gradual understanding of the warmth and warmth of human relationships, the harshness of the world, the value of friendship, and the discovery of the value of life. It turns out that this is growth. When you lose many people and things, you turn around and discover that There are many, many more things around you.

Perhaps we are just passers-by in the school, and the only things that remain unchanged are these houses.

Our bicycles and our youth travel through the streets and alleys of this city together. Passing by us are rows of tall trees, strange people, speeding traffic, and things left behind in our past. The pale years of youth are the sadness and happiness that we cannot erase for a long time, and are our beautiful memories

The night is getting darker, the cold wind is blowing, and the branches and leaves of the old locust trees on the campus are beginning to fall one after another. It’s really deep! ! ! Good Memories Composition 5

One afternoon with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, I was doing my homework. Suddenly, a question was like a roadblock, preventing me from continuing to do the question. I've been thinking hard, but still haven't figured it out. I had to take my homework book and ask everywhere. The classmates either didn’t know how to do it, or I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I was as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

Suddenly, a small hand patted my shoulder. I turned around and found Xiao Liu standing behind me. Are you in such a hurry? Is there something going on? It turned out that Xiao Liu saw how anxious I looked just now, thought something was wrong with me, and hurried over. I told her everything.

After listening to it, she said cheerfully: Which question don't you know? Let me teach you. I was so grateful that I was speechless.

Just when Xiao Liu was about to explain it to me, the bell rang. Xiao Liu said apologetically: Oops, class is over, let’s talk about it after class, okay? It's okay. You can talk anytime. I'm not in a hurry. That's good, I'll talk about it after class. She breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense expression relaxed, as if a stone had been dropped.

After class, Xiao Liu immediately ran to me and taught me how to do the questions. At this time, Xiao Liu's good friend Xiao Wang came, Xiao Liu, let's go out and jump rope! Xiao Liu waved his hand and said: No, I still have to ask her to do the questions. Xiao Wang said: It’s okay to teach him later. No, she is still waiting to hand in her homework. she replied firmly. Xiao Wang had no choice but to leave angrily.

Xiao Liu explained it carefully, but I didn’t understand it, so she took the trouble to explain it again, and I finally understood it.

I raised my head, she also raised her head, and we both looked at each other and smiled.

I am very grateful to Xiao Liu for helping me. Since then, my friendship with Xiao Liu has become even deeper. This friendship is the best memory of my primary school life. Good Memories Composition 6

Childhood is a beautiful memory. Memories are like a small boat, rowing through the river of childhood, and the memory makes pulp, carrying memories... The river of childhood has come to an end. The boat is parked on the shore. Childhood has come to an end, but it does not stop. That is - memories. That was a great memory.

That was when I was in the first grade of elementary school. Because I was smaller, I sat in the first row. At that time, because the students were relatively young, teachers could only throw chalk at the students. Those teachers on TV were so accurate in throwing, but our teacher, when I think about it, I want to laugh. The teacher hit me every time he threw it, every time. I reported it to the teacher, and the teacher changed my seat and moved a naughty student to my seat.

But it still doesn’t work. Every time the teacher hits the Nanxue school, the chalk head bounces back to my head. This is not just once or twice. This time was no exception. I couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at the teacher in class: "Teacher, you can't throw the chalk!" Then I picked up the chalk on the ground and shouted to the teacher on the podium: " I'll smash you to death." Then he threw the chalk table at the teacher. The teacher got angry when he saw this situation, and scolded me: "Liu Tianle, stand at the back!" Seeing the angry teacher, I had no choice but to stand at the back obediently, but during the whole class I They all stared at him, and after class I even touched him on purpose. I thought he would still be angry, but he actually smiled and said to me: "Liu Tianle, copy two essays from the troubled teacher!"

Oh! Although I was scolded in my childhood, it is particularly beautiful when I think about it now. I really shouldn’t have done it at the time... Good Memories Essay 7

Approximately speaking, I haven’t touched the inconspicuous chess box in the corner for more than half a year.

When I took it out from the corner again, except where my hand was, it was already covered with dust. I wiped slowly, and the dust fell bit by bit, dissipating on the way down and leaving no trace. Holding the semicircle chess piece, he kept playing with it in his hands. Everything about the chess piece flashed through his mind and was frozen in one picture.

An eight or nine-year-old child carried this chess box. As soon as he stepped into the house, he rushed towards the stairs. He walked up the stairs in a few steps and threw himself at an adult upstairs.

A few minutes later. Two mats appeared on the ground. The Go board was laid on the ground. The lid was put aside. The chess box filled with black pieces was placed in the lower right corner where the child was, while the chess box filled with white pieces was placed in the upper left corner.

Whoever eats more wins.

Children are helpless when adults play cards that do not follow common sense. The defense made by adults seems to have loopholes. Children can only look for opportunities to take advantage of adults' unpreparedness and go deep into the enemy camp, injuring the enemy by one thousand and injuring themselves by eight hundred. With the method of Zi Hiroko, the situation on the court is in dire straits. As long as one step is wrong, the balance of victory will tilt to the other side.

The sunspot continues to seduce, pretending to be in checkmate and moving outwards. In fact, it just wants to capture a few more stones and pave the way for victory without any surprises. Seeing that Bai Zi has stepped into the trap, it felt that the harvest time had come, so it broke the formation one after another and played Bai Zi in a daze.

In the result, there is no doubt that Heizi wins.

And this was my first victory. There were wins and losses in subsequent games, but this game was the most profound.

Go carries all the beautiful memories of my childhood, and I also store my happiness in it, hiding it in a corner, so that it will remain in my memory forever, even if it is covered with dust. Good Memories Composition 8

The wind is shaking its leaves; the grass is bearing its seeds... One flower and one grass are gifts given by nature to the world, and memories are gifts given by time as friends.

In the blink of an eye, six years have passed. In a few days, my classmates and I will be separated. The upcoming junior high school life may be exciting, but it is also sad. Although we are separated, the gift that time gives us - memories, is also beautiful.

When it comes to memories, there are two people who must be mentioned. The memories they gave me are beautiful and I can’t forget them.

"Go ahead!", Ding Yuzhou turned around and said to me, "Why didn't I go up?" I felt that he underestimated my ability, so I replied. At that time, Ding Yuzhou and I were no longer at the same table. We were in class at that time, and the content was all about astronomy, so this conversation began. Perhaps, he helped me open the door to the vast universe.

“Quick, look!” Ding Yuzhou pointed to a picture in a book with his fleshy fingers and said to me, “That’s Sirius, my favorite planet.” During that time, we Our relationship was pushed to the top by the big waves; during that time, we also had the same dream, a big dream - to become astronauts and travel in space.

This seems to have become an agreement. Once when I was writing an essay, the theme was my hometown twenty years later. Ding Yuzhou and I made an appointment to write like this: Twenty years later, Kunming will also have a space agency. We are colleagues and work together. After we were no longer at the same table, this agreement seemed to be covered by dust and washed away by the current.

He likes Sirius, I remember that, but he doesn’t seem to know that I like Deneb. Now we still have the opportunity to chat, what about after graduation?

There is another person who has been standing in front of me in line since the first grade. She led me into the world of gourmet food and enjoyed the joy of cooking. She is Yang Jun.

Of all the delicacies that Yang Jun gave me, the one that impressed me the most was the sandwich. It's a small sandwich, open it gently, and the milky white sauce flows out, which is mouth-watering. Then after we separate, will there still be a chance to cook together?

After graduation, there are too many thoughts and sorrows. But the memories are good. Good Memories Essay 9

The good memories worth recalling flash in my mind like a movie, but the most unforgettable one is that cycling race with my family.

It was last spring, the sun was shining brightly, we went to the park to play, walked through the tree-lined path, crossed the wooden bridge over the water, and came to the covered bridge of the Barefoot Forest, where many tourists gathered there Some people sit down and rest, some walk in groups, some ride bicycles... At the request of my sister and I, we are going to have a cycling competition!

Rented a tandem bicycle, my father carried me, and my mother carried my sister. The race was about to begin. When the order was given, their cars were seen drifting away like an arrow from the string as the speed increased. No matter how hard I tried, the car didn't move at all. It turned out that my father had controlled the car. I was a little anxious. My father comforted me and said, "They are girls. We must behave like gentlemen. If we want to make them happy, let them run for a while." Let’s chase him again!” When I heard it, I thought it was right, we are all handsome guys. It was too late, but by then, they had already disappeared without a trace. At this time, we started to hit the road and chased them in the direction where they disappeared.

We competed and played along the way. When we saw the good scenery, we would come down to enjoy it. We didn’t forget to take photos when we left. We occasionally rode side by side, but more often than not we followed them. The road around the lake had ups and downs, going up bridges and downhills several times. We were able to pass them several times, but my father seemed to have forgotten that we were still competing. Seeing my mother and sister looking very tired from riding, he always deliberately A half beat slower, either pretending not to be able to pedal, or stopping to take a breath.

The lap is coming soon, and we are about to reach the finish line, but at this time, my father just can't ride. I can only watch them reach the finish line first, and see the victory on the faces of my mother and sister. Smiling, I saw my father smiling too, and I seemed to understand something from it!

This time I cycled around the lake, not only did I see the beautiful scenery, I also saw the beauty in my father’s heart. Although we lost the game, we won the happiness of the whole family. This profound picture has always been Before my eyes, what a happy family we are! Good Memories Essay 10

For me, the best time was in elementary school - when I was with my friends in elementary school. Looking back now, I was too young at that time and didn't know how to cherish it. So it can only be memories, not the present, let alone the future.

When I was in elementary school, I would play with Zhao Hongyu, Sui Xinyan, and Xu Xin after class. No matter what happened, we would face it together. We are each other's best friends, and we are very close. Nothing has ever troubled us, and we have never thought that one day we would be separated...

That day, I was scolded by the teacher, and I was in a bad mood. Hit rock bottom. I don’t want to see anyone, and I don’t want to listen to anyone. The sky seemed to be a reflection of my mood, extremely heavy and gloomy, and at the end, it started to rain lightly. Looking out the window, my mood seemed to be infected, and it started to rain lightly. Sunny days - became a fantasy.

My friends, they gathered around me like a group of cheerful birds, coming to comfort me.

Zhao Hongyu said: "Come on! What's over is over, but you must also remember the teacher's lessons. The teacher is also for your own good!"

Sui Xinyan said: "Because of this , you have to make yourself perfect so as not to be criticized again in the future."

Xu Xin said: "It doesn't matter, just pay attention next time. We want to go shopping with you, and you will feel better after shopping. Okay."

Sure enough, after the rain came out, the sky cleared and a rainbow appeared in the sky, which was beautiful.

There are many good memories. The one that impressed me the most was this time. Because I had friends, I felt warm and happy. I didn't know how to cherish it before, but now it's too late to cherish it. I have already transferred to another school. This is just like what Nalan Rongruo said: "At that time, it was just ordinary." After leaving, even if I want to look back, I can't go back. Good Memories Essay 11

The sky is so gray and the air is so humid, we become dull and sad.

The gardenias blooming on the playground are just like our pure and flawless youth. That day, it was not like April in the spring breeze, but more like the heat of August, which made my heart extremely excited. Depressed. We stood on the track and bent our bodies. At the moment when the gunshots sounded, we ran out like arrows. After one or two laps, we heard the teachers shouting: Come on! Kids, you are the best! After running, the bitter sweat is no longer an excuse for not being able to run, because we have put in too much effort to get the bright smile we have today.

On the teacher’s desk, there are stacks of book codes. We carved little secrets hidden in hiding places, and there were too many jokes. Looking back on those more than 1,000 days and nights, Although life in the third grade of junior high school is difficult, with annoying classes and boring life every day, and looking forward to Sunday so that I can take a day off, this is also the happiest day. From the immature first grade of junior high school to the mature third grade of junior high school, there were too many setbacks and smiles. We all walked through it together. When we reached the dusk before dawn and June, everyone left with expectation. Entering the examination room, we wrote diligently and wrote about the regretless years. In the exhausting battle in the examination room, we spelled out ourselves.

What a wonderful memory we have. Even if the gardenia fades, the desks are moved, the friends leave, these, these, are all things that I cannot forget. But there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. We cannot live together forever. We will eventually leave.

Remembering the teacher’s serious criticism, we lowered our heads and chuckled underneath. I like this, and I like to be with you forever. In the teacher's amiable voice, she always reminds us to cherish time, but we only know how to cherish time when we lose it.

When I walked out of my campus with my schoolbag on my back in July, I raised my head, wiped away the traces of crying in the sky with my hands, and shouted loudly: Today, I graduated! Good Memories Essay 12

Childhood is a song, and our laughter is in the song; childhood is a dream, and there are many good memories in the dream. There are many little secrets in my childhood. Do you want to know? Might as well prick up your ears!

As a child, I had neither attack nor defense, but no one dared to bully me. Want to know? Please listen to me slowly. When I was little, I cried so much that I could break the world record. I cried once after losing my beloved hairpin, cried once when the teacher criticized me in public... All the teachers called me "Sister Lin".

At that time, crying generally fell into three forms. There is a tearful style (crying), a voiceless tearing style (dry crying), and a low-pitched whimpering style (whimpering). Whenever I see "something bad going wrong", I will use this " trump card ". Once this move is used, it is sure to be invincible and invincible. For this reason, my classmates also laughed at me for studying crying in my previous life and winning the Nobel Prize!

This is a little secret from my childhood. If you know it, you must keep it a secret for me!

I remember snuggling in my mother’s arms as a child and listening to her tell stories. Listening to it, it reminds me of interesting things from my childhood.

One day my mother and I went to the supermarket to buy things. We bought chocolate, jelly, and my father’s favorite chicken legs and pig’s trotters. So many things packed into a big shopping bag. I really want to get home right away and start enjoying these delicious foods. Suddenly I saw a banner that said "Insist on grasping with both hands, and both hands must be strong." I didn't understand what it meant at the time, so I asked my mother, and she said, "What do you mean?" I thought about it and stretched out my hands and said, "These are two hands." "What about grabbing?" Mom. asked me with a smile. Now I feel so excited, as if I have discovered a new world. She said confidently: "I think catching means grabbing the chicken legs with one hand and the pig's trotters with the other hand." As soon as she finished speaking, my mother burst out laughing. I laughed to the point of tears, I was confused at the time. My mother laughed for a while before she stopped laughing and said: "What a little narrator!" After saying that, she laughed again...

Bing Xin said: "Childhood! It is the truth in dreams, it is the truth. A dream is a tearful smile when remembering. "Yes!" Childhood life is the most precious and hard-won. We must cherish this wonderful childhood time! Good Memories Composition 13

"Human beings are great because of their dreams." Everyone has dreams, but they need to be solid in their dreams. Some people hope that they can grow as tall and big as a big tree; some people hope that they can fly a plane and travel around the world; some people hope that they can grow a pair of wings and have a bird's eye view of the vastness of the earth. Once in a book, I saw the author talking about dreams and longed-for wishes, and I also began to think about this question, what is my wish?

People often ask me, what is your wish? I would tell them that my wish is to take a time machine and regain my childhood memories... I was only halfway through my words, and they either laughed or sneered, and I had the self-knowledge to "shut up". But, this is really my most hoped-for wish!

When I was a child, my grandma often took me to the traditional market to buy toys. My grandma used non-standard Mandarin to negotiate prices with the clerks. Those interesting scenes appeared in front of my eyes one by one; when I was a child, my parents often took me to buy toys. I went out to play in Sanya, Guangdong, Gansu... the beautiful mountains and rivers, and I knew everything about every corner of the motherland. When I was a child, my aunt would take me to watch movies, animations, cartoons... let me Have a happy, laughing, rich childhood.

As we get older, many things become more and more complicated, and the pressure is proportional to age, climbing steadily. The carefree life of my childhood will never come back, so now I wish my dream could come true - go back to the past! But my mother told me that people can't stay in the past, and they have to bravely move forward, otherwise they won't be able to grow. This is the sadness and helplessness of life, but it also tells us that it is precious to seize the present, because the beauty of life is a one-way journey. If you miss it, you will not be able to look back, so you must cherish it!

Therefore, I decided to keep the good memories of my childhood in my heart forever, turn the love of my family into the force to move forward, work hard for my future, and realize many dreams and wishes in the future. .

Good Memories Composition 14

As I grow up day by day, when I look back on the road I have traveled, the past events that have been buried deep in my memory emerge one by one. A warning from a mother, a smile from a teacher; a setback in life, a realization in study; a cloud in the sky, a ray of dawn... Recalling the past will move life and make life wonderful...

That day, I was walking on the road, thinking about when I could have winter vacation. Suddenly, I saw a little boy and a little girl not far ahead. They looked about seven or eight years old. The two of them were walking on the road. The boy gave the girl a candy. The girl took the candy and gave the boy a smile.

Ah, how familiar this scene is! This little boy looks exactly like me when I was a child!

In an instant, it seemed like I was going back in time, and I was back to my childhood. That familiar figure, that familiar voice, that eternal moment, echoed in my mind again.

This time, I saw it.

It’s still the familiar dim streets, the same two innocent children, and the same simple words.

I was about to stare at them...

When I was about to stare at them, I was suddenly startled. When I opened my eyes, the brocade was wrinkled and messy, as if someone had thrown a big stone. When we reached the river, the water waves were suddenly stirred up.

The past is the past, dreams are still dreams, they cannot become reality...

Sometimes, a brief moment can become eternity, that is because it is engraved on a stone tablet On the road, it is eternal; sometimes, eternity may become a short moment, that is because the wind and sand submerge its footprints... Good Memories Essay 15

Childhood is a golden beach, and the things on the beach are Shells and pearls are the beautiful memories of childhood. There was an inseparable friend in my childhood, his name was Cancan.

Cancan has a pair of watery eyes, a high nose bridge, small ears, and a small mouth. She is not tall, a little thin, and has short legs, so she can't run fast. He has many hobbies, such as playing basketball and football. He is also very lively and a positive and sunny boy.

When we were children, we were neighbors and played together every day.

In spring, we fly kites on the grass together. There are not only kites in the sky, but also our laughter and voices;

In summer, we secretly take out the kites from the piggy bank One or two dollars to buy popsicles, and the cold, sweet taste flows from the mouth into the heart;

In autumn, we use maple leaves to paint pictures, and paint a different kind of autumn;

< p>In winter, we play snowball fights and build snowmen together, and we all become snow children. Different seasons have different fun. We had so much fun that we often forgot to go home to eat when it was time for dinner, and then we were called by the adults to go home and eat a cool meal before going out to play again.

When I was 6 years old, Cancan said that he was moving away. I was surprised and sad when I heard that. From then on, I paid more attention to the time we spent together. The day he passed away, we both cried. I gave him my beloved remote-controlled plane as a souvenir, and he gave me the secret agent I had envied for a long time. When he left, I was only unhappy for half a month, and then I made new friends, but I couldn't forget him.

In the future, I will make many friends, but I will never forget him - my best friend in childhood, Cancan.