In ordinary daily life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is a beautiful memory composition that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read and collect it. Beautiful Memories Composition 1
My childhood was colorful, and the truth and sweetness flowed in my childhood at home, which always made people have unforgettable memories.
When I was a child, I was playing at home. From time to time, I saw my mother washing clothes. I ran over and saw the bubbles on my mother's hand and said, "I want to play, I want to play." Mom nodded and agreed. I rubbed it hard with my hand, and the bubble came out. I was happy, so I rubbed it hard a few times. Not only did the bubble not come out, but even I was exhausted. When my mother saw it, she laughed and said, "Stop playing, you can't rub the bubble without putting your clothes in the water." After listening to this, I was about to put my clothes in the water. I didn't put them in, but I was "put" in. What happened? Originally, I pulled my clothes wrong. This is my clothes. My mother smiled and said to me, "naughty boy." Then he changed a dress for me. When my mother was away, I took out my mother's washing powder and my mother's "shower nozzle". I combined the water with the washing powder, and then pressed the "shower nozzle", and a beautiful bubble came out. I was happy. I pressed the "shower nozzle" and ran. After ten minutes, my home became a "bubble home", and my mother just came back at this time and said, "Mom," Mom has no place to clean up the mess.
With the passage of time, this has become a note in my heart that has made me ponder over it. When I think about it, I always have a heart attack. This is also a "diary" full of joy in my heart. Beautiful Memories Composition 2
If I had to choose the most beautiful memory, I would definitely choose that time to travel to Dandong with my family. The beautiful Yalu River left a deep memory for me.
that day, I got up early, because I haven't traveled for a long time, so I was particularly excited. My whole family got on the bus. On the bus, my cousin and I had a great time. When we arrived at the Yalu River in Dandong, I couldn't wait to get off the bus and get on a big boat. The boat slowly sailed to the middle of the river, surrounded by green trees, and the shadow reflected into the water, and the river was green. "How beautiful!" I can't help but sigh. Suddenly, I saw several Koreans coming across the street. They are selling spicy cabbage. I feel very strange to see Koreans here. The boat swam around and landed. I took a reluctant look at the Yalu River and got on the bus after landing.
This is my best memory. I like this day, and the beautiful Yalu River left me unforgettable memories. Good Memories Composition 3
Familiar trees, familiar buildings, familiar campuses and familiar classrooms. However, things have long since changed, and perhaps seeing things and thinking about people can't go back!
School started, and I passed by the six years I spent there. Suddenly want to go back and have a look, walk into the once familiar campus, and the past is replayed in my mind. Some are happy and some are unhappy.
Standing on the vast playground, I seem to see myself, playing with friends on the playground, jumping rubber bands, secretly talking behind the teacher's back at the weekly meeting, carefree days.
I walked all the way up and found the classroom where I had stayed for six years, which was the same as when I graduated, and the familiar desks and chairs. I went in and found my old seat by memory, just like before.
thinking about it, I cried, because I was the only one in this spacious classroom. There were no students who had studied together, no laughter and laughter, and no teacher who always had a smile on her face.
all that is buried in my heart slowly with time. Yes! They are buried in my heart with time, and sometimes I look back. After I cried, I once again looked at the classroom that had been with me for six years. I will keep it in my heart and make it one of the best memories in my heart. At last glance, I went out and closed the door.
Don't look back, let it be the pure land in my heart. Goodbye, my lovely alma mater. Beautiful Memories Composition 4
One day in the summer vacation, I went to the town on Sunday. To this day, I still haven't forgotten a happy time that Xu Meng and I spent there. Today, when I think about it, it's really a beautiful memory ...
On that day, Xu Meng and I first ran into the post office. We put on the clothes of the postman, became the postman, and we were going to deliver letters.
after delivering the letter from the laundry, cake and sushi, I took off my uniform and gave it back to the post office. Then, I went to the studio and drew a lovely little girl: long blond hair, big eyes and a blue dress made her even cuter.
Later, Xu Meng and I went to the Chinese food restaurant to learn how to make butterfly noodles. At first, uncle gave us a small piece of dough and squashed it with a small stick. Uncle asked us to roll the dough on the flour and flatten it with a small stick.
Then, my uncle told me all the ways. We made the flat dough by kneading it with our hands. Everyone made two, and then my uncle put the butterfly noodles we made in the pot and cooked them in a short time. Ah, the noodles we made were really delicious!
I wish I could go again! That time, I felt the hard work of the adults and experienced a hard work and a harvest. Good Memories Composition 5
As the sun sets, the sun gives people his last glow. I leaned against the railing of the balcony and stared at the sun. The sun slowly sinks, leaving only half of the face. There is a glittering golden halo beside it, just like his coat. The afterglow falls on people's faces, and everyone's faces are filled with bright smiles.
The sky seems to be a big mirror, and its face is "yellowed" by the sunlight, just like a girl who doesn't know how to make up painted herself with rouge. The sun's light will become softer, from yellow to red. The sun that loves beauty also has a series of "clothes", including red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. When they are unique, there will be such a scene in the sky, just like the colors in proud as a peacock, and the colors are gorgeous.
At this time, the changeable clouds gave me one pantomime after another. There are many kinds, such as Smith, tortoise and rabbit race, which feast my eyes. This mysterious cloud makes me full of praise, and every character is very vivid in the world.
Before you know it, the gorgeous coat of the sun is completely stripped off, leaving only a crimson ray. Although the sunset glow is gone, it still echoes in my heart, and I still remember grandma's. I will always remember this wonderful memory! Beautiful Memories Composition 6
Childhood memories are beautiful, full and colorful. That memory made me unforgettable for a long time.
in autumn, the leaves "shuashua" fall, and the earth is golden. On the country road, I was jumping among the leaves. My parents dragged my suitcase and looked at me all the way. Before I came to a small bungalow, I shouted, "Grandparents, I'm back!" " With a creak, the old wooden door opened, revealing a wrinkled face. "Grandpa!" I threw myself into grandpa's arms, and rubbed my grandpa's chest like a kitten. Grandma came over and looked at me with a smile. "Go, take you to the wheat field!" My grandparents took me to the field, and the autumn wind blew, and the wheat field made a pleasant "rustling" sound, "Wheat field!" I can't help shouting. Grandpa called mom and dad, and three generations of grandparents and grandchildren wandered freely in the fields. Grandma took out her sickle and began to harvest wheat. The midday sun shone on the earth, reflecting the golden light. My grandparents and my parents were busy guarding the wheat. I was lying in the field, rolling, waving my hands, laughing and jumping to tell my grandparents about the interesting things in the city, which made my grandparents laugh from time to time. In this way, with the sunshine in the afternoon, two old people and one young person are laughing and dancing in the fields ... < P > Childhood is short, and childhood memories are beautiful, so we should cherish those beautiful memories of childhood. A few years ago, my mother bought me two lovely chickens. I play with two chickens as soon as school is over every day.
one day, I was very bored at home. I just want to take the chicken down to the hillside in the middle of the forest square to play.
I put the chickens on the ground, and they are alive and kicking like returning to nature. Looks very happy. Chickens are playing on the land, playing and playing, and before you know it, it's dusk. I took two chickens back to the DPRK.
when I got home, I found that the fluff of two chickens was covered with mud. I thought I could help the chicken bathe. The chicken has just entered the bathtub and has been struggling. It quieted down after a while. After taking a shower, I wrapped two chickens in a towel. Then, I watched TV in the living room for a while, and the TV program was over. I entered the room. The chicken's body is motionless and very stiff. An idea flashed through my mind: the chicken is dead! I sat on the ground crying when my mother came back and asked me, "What's the matter? I bathed the chicken and told my mother that the chicken died. Mother comforted me that chickens are not ducks, and they will die when they meet water.
Although I was naive as a child, my naivety took the lives of two chickens this time. It tells me: fear life and cherish them. Good Memories Composition 8
When I was a child, I thought that anything planted on the ground could grow up and then start to blossom and bear fruit, just like grandma's vegetables, so I had the following unforgettable fun.
since I was a child, I like building blocks. Whenever I have time, I play with them as if I were attracted by a magnet. If adults don't object, I often play for hours, and even I can't hear people calling me, just like being possessed. As long as I want something, it can become something: planes, cars, pyramids, trains ... < P > One day, I saw my grandmother planting vegetables, which made me have a brainwave. Can't I plant building blocks, too?
So, I went to my room to get my favorite heart-shaped building block, followed grandma's example, loosened the soil with tools, carefully inserted the building block into the loose soil, and then poured some water on it. I imagine that in a few days, the building blocks will take root and sprout, blossom and bear fruit. There are all kinds of beautiful building blocks on the building block tree, such as heart-shaped, cylindrical, wood and magnet … all kinds, everything.
when mom and dad came back from work, I told them about this "great project", and mom and dad laughed their heads off. Of course, the building block I planted in the ground didn't germinate, let alone blossom and bear fruit. However, my dream of harvesting building blocks has come true-my parents gave me many building blocks!
this kind of building block has become my best childhood memory. Good memory composition 9
In my photo album, I cherish such a photo. This photo was taken on the day of kindergarten graduation. In that summer, the kindergarten friends who had been together for three years were going to separate, and the teacher organized us to play in the park. In the playground, I took a picture with my two best friends. Look! The little girl on the right wearing a small blue vest, khaki trousers skirt and a sweet smile on her mouth is me. The two people on the left are Han Sishuang and Wang Qiao. The three of us are best friends.
Every time I see this photo, I think of life in kindergarten.
life in kindergarten is bittersweet. Once, Han Sishuang and Wang Shu were at odds because of a small matter, and neither of them talked to anyone. As their good friend, I was anxious, thought for a few days, and finally came up with a way for them to make up. I wrote a small note to each of them: "Come and join the cherry-catching game, and win a prize." As soon as Han Sishuang came, I quickly put an eye mask on her and let her hide. After Wang Qiao came, I put an eye mask on her before she found Han Sishuang. The game of catching cherries began. Seeing that they were about to catch cherries, I immediately took the cherries away, and their hands held together. After taking off the blindfold, they smiled shyly. I put a cherry in each of their hands and said, "I wish you reconciliation."
After we graduated from kindergarten, we had little chance to meet each other. When we missed it, we called and chatted on the phone, and happiness immediately filled the room. Good Memories Composition 1
It was raining lightly that day. Mother gave me one yuan to go home by bus after school. My brother needed a car to go to work, so my father gave it to my brother. There was only one motorcycle left at home, so I could only take the bus on rainy days.
There are many people leaving school at the school gate, and I am waiting for the bus to arrive. Strangely, one bus after another usually kept me waiting for a long time today and didn't come. I borrowed a friend's phone to call my mother. The phone conversation was intermittent. I vaguely heard the word "take a taxi". I thought my mother would take a taxi to pick me up, so I continued to wait in the same place.
the rain hit my face and I huddled up. Looking at the students who are also preparing to take the bus next to them, they are picked up by their parents one by one, and they are looking forward to the arrival of their mother. After a while, my mother still didn't come. At this time, I was the only one at the school gate. Suddenly I saw a little light, it was a bus! The bus I was waiting for came in front of me, but this bus drove people off the bus, and it didn't even carry people.
I thought of my big brother who is usually in the shop at the school gate, so I went to ask him for his phone number. After getting through, I found that I made a mistake. My mother asked me to take a taxi to the gate of the community, where she waited for me. When I came back by taxi, I found a tear mark on my mother's face, knowing that she had been waiting for me anxiously.
It's been a long time. Although I can still think of the tension and discomfort at that time, I can feel my mother's tears and her anxious waiting. Every time I feel it, it makes me feel warm. Good Memories Composition 11
In the summer vacation of the first grade of primary school, because my parents were busy with work and no one looked after me, I had to go to my grandmother's house for the holiday, and my grandmother didn't enroll me in any remedial classes. In addition, several children of the same age came to make friends with me in the alley, and our laughter broke the peace there.
I play hide-and-seek with my children. My grandmother's table, wardrobe, bed and behind the door are my best hiding places. When we are tired of playing with glass balls in the yard, the glass balls and the ground grind to a clatter, we run to the river at the entrance of the alley and throw stones. If you throw them far, I will definitely surpass you. Everyone will exert all their strength. At this time, my grandmother will say, "Grandson,"
After dinner, grandma took me by the hand and the bench by the other hand to enjoy the cool in the open space by the river, and the adults sat together.