It was a noisy morning. I walked out of the seaside hotel and went to the beach alone to pick up seashells with a small bucket. There is a cool breeze on the beach, and there are slapstick and laughter from time to time. There are many children who get together in twos and threes to pick up shells and dig crabs. "Look, how big this shell I picked up is!" "Not as big as me!" "Look, how beautiful my shell is!" ..... Laughter and screaming are mixed together to form a wonderful symphony. I look at the shells I picked up, but I don't think there is a good-looking friend's cry. When I am angry, I simply "wow." Listening to Xiao Peng, he poured a small bucket of shells into the sea. I stood up, lifted the bucket and continued to look for shells. Suddenly, I found something shining in front of me in the sunset. What is it? Curiosity prompted me to speed up my steps. In front of my eyes, I just reached out and grabbed it, but suddenly a small hand was firmly pressed on my hand. "ouch!" I cried out in pain. Looking up, it turned out to be a chubby little boy with a shaved crew cut. I said angrily, "What do you want?" "Pick up shells!" The other party also answered without weakness. "He didn't guard against picking up shells?" I looked at him doubtfully, pulled my hand out of his hand, and almost fell down with a "ouch". I carefully looked at the shiny thing in my hand, ah! A big, golden shell! I rubbed my eyes with my hand, and I looked at them carefully for a while. I saw the stripes on this big shell and the color mouth slightly opened a crack, and the golden light was coming from the inside. "There may be pearls in it!" The first thought flashed through my mind. "pearls can be used as decorations; Pearls can be viewed; Pearls can be ... "The more I think about it, the more beautiful it is. I picked up the shell and turned to leave, but was pulled by the child:" That's what I saw first. You saw it first? Nice try, that's me! "I am not to be outdone to answer me! It's me!' ' You're talking nonsense!' ' You talk nonsense! At this time, people on the beach gathered around to watch the fun. Some children stood on my side, and a group of children stood behind the little boy, as if cheering for us. I think it's no use arguing like this, and I don't want to blow my mouth ... Yes, my teeth bite and I am determined, "Here, here!" Said and threw the shell out. Just listen to "plop", the shell and water are integrated.
"You pay my shell! You pay for my shell! Blare a blare a blare a "he sat on the ground crying, I twisted my face, even without looking, and left.
On the way back to the hotel, I was very upset. I don't know whether I was sorry or angry. As if a voice echoed in my ear: you are a young pioneer, how can you bully your classmates!
Somehow, I turned around and went back the same way, but the beach was empty and everyone went home.
Standing on the beach, I remembered what I had just done, and an unspeakable guilt welled up in my heart …
Two years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I really want to go to Qingdao again to meet that chubby little boy with crew cut. If I can see him again, I must send him a bigger and more beautiful shell …
One thing hanging in my heart, one thing buried in my heart.
It's raining outside the window, and the sun father-in-law has long hidden in the clouds, which cover the sky and are gray. I looked at the scenery outside the window, and I couldn't help thinking of a long time ago.
It was the first day of the fourth grade, and I came to school in high spirits. "Send a book!" I don't know which classmate shouted, and the classroom immediately became lively. I saw the teacher walking into the classroom with a brand-new stack of books. We looked at the pile of new books, which had already been "hanging three feet" and couldn't wait to open it. "Send a book! Send books! ..... "The students kept urging. When the teacher saw this scene, he couldn't help it, so he smiled and said to me, "Hand out the books! See how anxious you are! " I was so happy that I picked up the stack of new books and sent them out. One book, two books ... Seeing that all my classmates got the new books, I began to get a little impatient, so I speeded up. When I walked to my desk, my hand that was about to take the book suddenly stopped and stood in the air for a few seconds. I frowned at the bad book whose cover had rotted in front of me. Do you want it or not? I looked around and saw that my classmates were all holding their own new books and watching them with rapt attention, without paying any attention to my actions. I thought about it, put the broken book in the middle of the pile of books as quickly as possible, put the brand-new book on the top on my desk, and then walked on. My heart is pounding, my hands are shaking, and a thick layer of sweat is on my forehead. Back to my seat, my heart began to regret: what if some students saw it? Will the teacher blame me? Won't the classmate who sent the bad book doubt me? It really shouldn't be like this! I picked up the brand-new book and began to study it carefully. When I opened the page, a smell of ink got into my nose. The paper was white and flat, and the pictures were clear and vivid. The word "Chinese" is printed in regular script on the top of the cover. I am stroking the fondling Chinese book. I don't know why, but I am always in no mood to open it. My eyes can't help but turn to the classmate who was sent a bad book. I saw that when she saw the cover of the book, she frowned at first, and then hurriedly turned over a few pages, only to smile when she saw that the pages inside were still intact. Then I was intoxicated in the sea of books.
It has been two years since this incident, but now I am still immersed in that regret. Looking back on that day, I still remember it vividly. I don't know why, something my mother once said to me always rings in my ears: "It's not terrible for a person to make mistakes. What's terrible is that he can't realize his own mistakes!" That earnest words, that unforgettable teachings, can always remind me of my regret for that matter. However, even though the world is so big and full of wonders, there are no regrets!
It's still raining outside the window. I look at the gray sky and shed the tears of regret ...
One thing engraved in my heart composition 100 Many things have happened in my life, and many things will disappear after a while, but one thing has always been unforgettable in my heart, that is, cooking instant noodles for the first time.
This happened last year. I was hungry at noon that day, but my mother was busy with work and couldn't get away. There was no one else at home, so I had to cook for myself. I haven't cooked. What should I do? I thought about it for a long time and said loudly, "Yes, it's easy to cook instant noodles." I picked up a packet of instant noodles, opened it and put it on the stove. I took a stool and stood up. I first took more than half of the pot of water, put the pot on the stove, turned on the fire, boiled the water, then put the noodles in the pot, and put the seasoning. After a while, I turned the noodles over and stirred them with chopsticks. The delicious noodles were made. I put the noodles in a big bowl and ate them.
I ate the noodles made by myself, and it tasted particularly fragrant, which I will never forget.
Since one thing is branded in my heart, it must be one.
Something you can't forget.
Something very special.
"One thing hidden in my heart" points to one thing hidden in my heart.
There is a little secret hidden in my heart, which is really hard for me to forget.
I remember that time, I watched TV at home, and my grandmother was at home. She was busy making rice wine. At this time, I asked my grandmother, "What is the taste of rice wine? Is it good to drink?" Grandma said, "Rice wine tastes very good and delicious." Then I thought: Grandma said rice wine tastes good, but every time I touch a little wine, I feel very bitter and not good at all. Maybe the taste is different, or maybe some people just like to drink rice wine. I really don't understand. Maybe I can't drink rice wine.
At this time, grandma told me that she was going out for a while and let me have a look at the wine jar. I said yes. Grandma left for a while, so I went to see if the wine jar was full. I opened the cloth cover and smoke came up. I couldn't see if the wine in the jar was full. So I went to look for a flashlight. But the flashlight can't be found at this time. It suddenly occurred to me that I could take a candle, so I found a candle, lit it and shone it into the jar. Suddenly, there was a fire in the tank, which startled me and I thought anxiously: What can I do now? I thought it over and over, and finally I thought of a way. If boiling water is poured into the tank, the smoke will not be fierce, and the fire will not be extinguished. In desperation, I poured the water into the wine jar. Sure enough, the fire went out. I looked into the jar again. Fortunately, there was little wine, otherwise it would be in trouble. I breathed a sigh of relief, remembering that my grandmother once told me that there was a person who had the same thing as me just now, but I don't know the way to put out the fire. But I'm repeating the story.
Later, grandma came back. I didn't tell her what happened just now, and she didn't find out. This has become a secret in my heart, but I won't let this happen in the future.
One thing hanging in my heart Composition 400 words Whenever I hear the national song and raise the national flag, I think of one thing before the last semester exam in Grade Five.
Because the school has a habit: every 7: 35, the national flag will be raised on the flag-raising platform and the national anthem will be played. In the process, the teachers and students of the whole school must stand still and stop all their work.
That day was the final exam, taking math. I came to school early to review my math. At 7: 35, the national song sounded on time; I don't know if I was distracted or couldn't hear the radio. I sat lazily in my chair and reviewed my math book, but I didn't find my classmates standing.
A minute later, after the national anthem was played, the students resumed raising the national flag. Just as I was going out, the headmaster shouted to me, "Come back here, this girl!" " The voice is very fierce, as if angry; I turned around inexplicably and saw the headmaster blushing and pointing at me and cursing: "Why don't you stand up when you raise the national flag?" Then, what national anthem, what stand, what China, all pointing at me desperately cursed, I thought: "Put the voice so low, who will hear it!" Then, a classmate seemed to hit a person when he was down, telling the headmaster that I was a monitor and a good student. On hearing this, the headmaster responded by scolding my monitor for not taking the lead, removing my monitor and good student for about 10 minutes, when the exam bell finally rang, the headmaster gave up, stopped scolding and left without ringing. The classmates made it worse, laughing at me and saying, "The monitor is finally laid off." "Serves me right" ... It's because I'm so embarrassed that I can't wait to find a crack in my face.
Afterwards, I took the math test with a heavy heart and didn't want to check it again. I even got 94 points. Although I got a high score, I was not happy.
This incident had a great impact on me, and it was also the first setback in my growth. It taught me to respect the national flag and the national anthem at all times.
You are in my heart. Junior high school composition. Suggestion: You'd better not write about your relatives and friends in this composition in my heart, because most students will write like this ~ If you want to stand out, you can write about strangers who have helped you from different ideas. If you don't, you can imagine the outline yourself: 1 At the beginning, I have an intention ~ For example, I looked up at the sky and vaguely saw a vague white cloud fluttering in my mind ~ 2. In the first paragraph, I wrote how I got into trouble, my helplessness, confusion and loss. 3. I met him and he helped you silently. 4. You thanked him, but he has gone far. 5. Finally, I can write: I don't even know his name, and he must not remember me. It seems that I have forgotten him, but it seems that I still remember the cloud.
A sunshine in my heart is about 700 words, such as the growth of grass needs sunshine, and human life also needs such a unique and supportive beam of light. You are the source of my faith and my light.
Your light can be gentle. Every morning, when the first light comes into my room, you gently knock on the door. Every time I take the first look to dispel my drowsiness, I always see you bathed in the sunshine outside the window. You brought breakfast with a shallow smile, helped me sort out the broken hair that fell on my face, and said gently with a full face, "It's sunny today, which makes people happy. It's great!" Yes, that's great! No matter how bright the sunshine outside is, it can't compare with your gentle smile. You are the tenderest light in my heart.
Your light can be strong. Now that I have to stay in junior high school, my father has gone to work in other places, and the burden of family suddenly falls on your shoulders. The days at school are very fulfilling, which also makes me devote myself to my study and forget you, just because every time I go back, you are greeted with a smile, so I don't know how much you are worried. Now that I think about it, my father is not at home for a long time, and I am not at school. Although I can go back to accompany you in just one week, the emptiness and sudden loneliness of going home every day can't be eliminated. I finally understand how strong your smile is. You are the strongest light in my heart.
Your light can be fearless. I still remember the thrilling experience when I was young, and you told me that your light still has a fearless brightness. You picked me up from school that time. At a corner on the way home, I saw a motorcycle on the rampage. In an instant, the sky is spinning. I was lifted up by you in wait for a while. I couldn't make a sound because of my bewilderment and fear. Your pale face and wet eyes are still fresh in my mind. I still remember your anger when you saw the motorcycle owner trying to escape after hitting someone. You rushed up as if you were fearless, grabbed the back seat of the motorcycle that had already started, and was dragged away for more than ten meters. I came to my senses and saw you like this, and my tears poured out uncontrollably. You are the most fearless light in my heart.
Your light can be warm, it can be calm, it can give me hope ... All this makes up you, my mother, the person who gave birth to me, raised me and guided me!
Mother, you are the light in my heart, warming the wounds I suffered on my way to growth; You are the light in my heart, giving me courage and hope to move forward; You are the light in my heart, illuminating the unknown distance.
This beam of light will live in my heart forever.
The person who lives in my heart 600 composition is used to the fast-paced prosperity, and it is really not easy to have such a leisurely afternoon. It's just too quiet, which always reminds people of some people and things involuntarily.
I think I have a house in my heart, and there are many people who I want to protect and cherish.
The flowing tourists have made too many passers-by in my life. They are more or less in my heart, and they are quietly indifferent in time. Some people met with me in a certain period of my life, and sang the song of the soul in a short communication, which was gorgeous in that period. It's just that the unstoppable spirit in the once loud music collided and disappeared in a rich time. I know, when I stop dreaming about them, I don't forget it; No more tears for them, painful; When I am not indulging in their eyes, I am not intoxicated with that flowery smile; When I met them, but passed them with a blank face like a stranger, I should understand that those who once thought they would live in my heart all their lives eventually became passers-by in my life. The back that is no longer clear is drifting away from me, but I can't keep it.
Indeed, some things are only beautiful in the beginning.
Please write in my heart. You are in my heart.
I gently took down the tung leaf clamped on the door buckle and hid it quietly in the book. May the fragrance of the leaves overflow the atmosphere of my alma mater and spread in the ancient book.
As the sun sets, I wander alone in the familiar campus, quietly waiting for the dusk of my alma mater. This road surface has left happy footprints when we jumped the rope; This corridor echoed with the laughter like a bell when we talked; That vine affects our ignorant hearts; That pine tree affects our determination to move forward.
Looking up, under the lavender sky, the outline of the teaching building became its most beautiful silhouette, and sometimes the geese crossed the sky, leaving an arc shadow. Everything around is quiet, and my alma mater is in silence.
When the wind blows over the hair tips and ears, bamboo and cypress make a rustling sound. How vast the sky is, the voice, face and smile at the literary flower show are invisibly engraved on the canopy, becoming the most beautiful smiling face at this moment.
It's getting dark, and the campus is hazy with purple. The moon on the horizon shows a clear spot. The lights in the teaching building are still on. Teacher, how long will you work before turning off the lights? The lights will go out, I think, the inner flame of teachers will keep burning and ignite the beliefs of students. Under the tireless teaching of the teachers of my alma mater, I have also changed from an ignorant child to an aspiring teenager who grasps youth. I will pass on the torch of my alma mater and illuminate my life journey.
As night falls, I will never forget this night.
The familiar teaching building around me is particularly strange at this time, because I will be far away from you.
Years have eroded people's faces, but it is always difficult to change our inner feelings. I think that when I return to my alma mater in a few years, I may see the shabby old walls that I can't paint, but my alma mater will have more color because of me!
Tung leaves and veins in the book, at this moment, I will stay with my alma mater forever, my dear campus, the most sincere place in in my heart forever, how hard it is to give up.