Recall excellent compositions

In our daily life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is an excellent composition that I recall. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Recalling excellent composition 1 childhood is like a plane full of my dreams; Childhood is like a boat, drifting farther and farther; Childhood is like a treasure chest, full of memories that belong to me. ...

I remember it was a day of winter vacation. My mother specially took me to Huishan Ancient Street to celebrate my good test, bought my favorite orange cake and cotton candy, and accompanied me to visit the ancient street all afternoon. You know, my mother has been in poor health and has been ill recently, but she has been with me. I ran around and kept telling my mother what was delicious and what was missing, but my mother just stood behind me, with a faint smile on her face, watching me munch on marshmallows and put a scarf around my neck. I suddenly feel warm, my heart is sweet, and cotton candy is sweet. I have never been so happy, not only because I have a long-lost snack, but also because I feel thick. At that time, I must have held my mother in one hand and cotton candy in the other, just like now!

I feel that the whole person is flying in the sky, flying in the sky full of love and sweetness. How comfortable it is! I don't know how long it's been since I was so happy. It seems that the whole person is going to be involved. Everything in the ancient street fascinates me, and the antique charm makes everyone irresistible. However, with today's love, I have a new understanding of the ancient streets. ...

In the long river of memory, it is like a small fish. Although small and ordinary, it is very eye-catching and tells the sweetness it has.

People always like to erase those troubles from their memories, leaving only those happy and beautiful memories in their memories, and I am no exception.

Today is a day worth celebrating. Yes, today is the first day of New Year's Day. My mother bought jiaozi for jiaozi. I am so happy that I volunteered to work in jiaozi. My mother wrapped it beautifully, just like a white swan dancing. I don't show weakness either. I imitate my mother's action package jiaozi. Ha, a jiaozi "debut"! Huh? Why do you look like an "ugly duckling" who is full? Mother smiled and said, "jiaozi is just like you." I said indignantly, "You are really uneducated. Do you know what the Prime Minister can kick in his stomach? This is a generous jiaozi! " My mother was exhausted by my argument and had to laugh it off.

Jiaozi's work is finally finished. Mom's jiaozi is full of white swans, while my jiaozi is full of ugly ducklings. My mother looked at my work and couldn't help laughing. My face is as red and hot as Chili oil. "What are you laughing at? This is your first achievement. Besides, these jiaozi are all your ancestors! " I stood up straight, and my mother saw something bad and slipped away on watermelon skin.

The white swan swam around in the pot and the ugly duckling swayed from side to side. I wanted to eat mint pond, but suddenly I felt cold, but on second thought, this is the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair. It's not my fault!

Although I ate an ugly duckling, my heart was warm and sweet, because it was the first time in my life in jiaozi. This is an unforgettable and beautiful memory!

Memories of Excellent Composition 3 Rain, falling on the ground, looking out the window at the back hill that was set off like a landscape painting by rain, watching people coming and going downstairs, and watching people running in the rain without umbrellas, I smiled. Not because it's funny, but because it reminds me of my childhood.

It rained heavily at that time, so my family often came to pick me up. This time, my grandfather came to pick me up. He stood in front of the school with a black umbrella. I looked at the huge body in the classroom. I am very happy because my family has come to pick me up. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom and came to grandpa. He hugged me and walked out of school with a huge black umbrella. On the way home, a car rushed through a pool of stagnant water and splashed it on my grandfather's back. I didn't find it until I got home.

Later, when I grew up, I realized that it was love, love for me. What a beautiful word "love". There are many such loves. For example, Zhu Ziqing's "Father" is pure love, and the best thing for a family is affection; The most beautiful thing in the world is how happy children who grow up in full affection are. "Ask how the world is, and love the vicissitudes of life." The old man's love for you may not be known until you reach that stage, but what I know is that we can take good care of this beautiful family relationship.

The rain stopped, but I was immersed in memories and it took me a long time to wake up. The people downstairs put away their umbrellas, and the children danced happily on the ground to play the game. I-I smiled again.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, finally looking forward to the holiday. Hey! But unfortunately, a lot of homework and dizziness make the holiday lifeless.

There are so many troubles in summer vacation, it's time to relax!

Today, after dinner at my grandmother's house, my grandmother actually said, "Shall we go to Shanghai for a few days?" Mom listened and readily agreed ... Although it was a bit boring on the way to Shanghai, the scenery outside the window was picturesque, with trees, people, rivers and buildings. It's really beautiful.

Finally arrived in Shanghai, I thought: I can finally meet my aunt, but I saw several figures downstairs. They came to meet us. The next day, at four o'clock in the morning, grandma got up. After waking us all up, grandma said, "Do you want to make breakfast?" This sentence makes me "refreshed".

In the afternoon, my parents and I went to a park, where I saw groups of small fish, red carp and black goldfish, all over 25 cm, but all in deep water. The small goldfish about five centimeters are all in shallow water, and it is really clear that they are "separated"! The most striking thing is that several black swans are playing together in the river.

How time flies! We will go back soon.

Now that the summer vacation has long passed, my mind is full of happy memories.

Everyone gets different happiness, some people are happy when they are alive, some people are happy when they get achievements, and the first touch of peace is happiness.

Everyone has happiness. Once, in a primary school reading contest, I got the number seven. At that time, I was nervous and scared, because one opponent had won the national runner-up and the other had been in the top three. It is impossible to win them. I tried to stay at school for devil training after school. After sweating and sore throat every day, I feel that hope is not far away.

However, there were too many difficult words and sentences on the day of the competition. Think of it as "dead meat"! I looked up difficult words in the Chinese dictionary at a very fast speed, and then read the article silently several times. After the first contestant took the stage, my mood immediately fell from the peak of Yushan Mountain to the 18th floor of hell. This uneasy mood is really unbearable. It's my turn to go on stage. My hands and feet were shaking, I was sweating profusely, my eyes were round, and even my nails were dripping with sweat, but I successfully completed the competition. The results were announced the next day. I have been hesitant to see it, but the teacher has great expectations for me, so I have to go and see it. Wow! I won the second place! My mood immediately rose from the lowest point to the highest point, and I was elated!

Hard work and determination to surpass others are the beginning of happiness. When the enemy is really defeated, the taste of happiness immediately comes to mind. Although it didn't win the first place, it surpassed another invincible opponent. Happiness is the taste of success for former female managers.

Memorizing Excellent Composition 6 As time goes by, the past will fade away, but one thing will not disappear-that is, photos. I have many photos, including a commemorative photo of my birth and a photo of my trip ... but one photo impressed me deeply.

Look! In the photo, I am wearing a red cotton-padded jacket with a braid. My sister is wearing a mushroom head and a penguin cotton-padded jacket. Shake hands with the snowman! My sister and I in the photo are innocent and carefree.

It was last winter, and I went to Baihe with my father, grandmother, mother and sister, where it had just snowed. A white scene seems to have come to an elegant and quiet realm and a crystal clear fairy tale world.

The smell of pine trees, the ice smell of snow, ah! It smells good! How beautiful! The tree has been covered with a layer of white gauze, and the ground has been covered with a thick white quilt. The earth has become a world of powder and jade, and I am intoxicated in this silver world. Then I suggested, "Let's make a snowman!" Sister, grandmother and mother all agree. We first rolled a big snowball and made a snowman's body. Roll a small snowball and make a snowman's head; Then I found a small stone to make the snowman's nose. Pick two more leaves to make snowman's eyes; Finally, two branches are broken and inserted into the snow to make the snowman's arm. Haha, a snowman is ready! My sister and I are shaking hands with the snowman. Just then, my father picked up the camera and clicked, and the time was fixed at this moment.

There is a story behind every photo, perhaps touching, perhaps funny, perhaps … those warm memories will never be forgotten!

In the hot summer, I think of winter.

I can't imagine how cold it is in winter, but I know how much I long for the snow in the dog days.

Remember the first snow last winter. Snow suddenly came, and there was no sign of snow when I went to school in the morning, but it snowed one after another in the second class. We didn't hear the teacher repeatedly remind us to "pay attention to the class", only that two small eyes wanted to glance out of the window from time to time.

Finally, the class was over, and we rushed out of the classroom like swallows, scrambling to climb to the balcony outside the classroom to see the snow. When the bell rang, we had to reluctantly leave the balcony and walk into the classroom.

The third part is our head teacher, Miss Chen. She looked at our little faces excited by the first snow since winter, and said, "Children, shall we go to the playground to see the snow together?" "good! All right! Good! " We are ecstatic.

Teacher Chen took us to the playground behind the school. It's already a vast expanse of whiteness here. Snow covers the green grass and presents a white color in front of your eyes. We had a good time on the white carpet. After a while, the white carpet was covered with our little footprints. Our laughter echoed in the whirlpool of snowflakes, and laughter danced in the air with snowflakes.

I don't know why the hot summer reminds me of this winter scene, perhaps longing for that cold, perhaps recalling that joy; perhaps

Recall excellent composition 8? My sister pointed to the photo on the windowsill and asked me, who is this? It's so small and there's a car! I can't help blushing and saying, this is what I looked like when I was a child. My mother took me to the photo studio to take pictures. This child is really cute. Why haven't I seen her? My sister asked doubtfully. I said: You are younger than me. When I was young, you weren't even born! I talked with my sister for a long time, but she still recognized the dead girl. How come I haven't seen you before? My sister asked me to tell her about the past, so I found an album and showed it to her page by page.

When I turned to the first page, my sister burst out laughing. I laughed for a long time before I said a word, is this child you? Yeah, why not me? I said angrily. In this photo, I look sad and pathetic. Until now, I still vaguely remember that I was timid when I was a child. After listening to my mother's words, one day, I was walking slowly to school at home when I suddenly heard a quick knock at the door. As soon as I stood firm, I was so scared that I immediately collapsed to the ground. I even climbed under the pile, and my knee accidentally touched the radiator and I didn't cry. I watched the movement carefully. After everything recovered, I felt pain in my knee and burst into tears.

When I turned to the third photo, it was my deepest memory. That's when I went to kindergarten and caught up with Children's Day. Colorful flags are flying and a hundred flowers are blooming in the kindergarten. There are many children performing on the stage, and I am among them. Everyone is very happy. Because I put on makeup before the performance, my mother took me directly to the studio after the performance.

Zhang Xiang, I am so proud!

Then I turned over many pictures. I saw bits and pieces of my old life. I turned over another picture. What pictures shall I add tomorrow?

Everyone has a home in life and a home in the environment of study and work. My second home is Class 4, Grade 6, Tongtan Road Primary School.

There is a lot of furniture in this home: 1 rear projection TV, a windows20xx computer, a water dispenser, 35 tables and chairs, and so on.

There are 48 members in this family, including 46 students and 2 teachers. We are very kind to this family and can't forget him. We are very kind to this family. Although we are a little naughty, we never destroy it. We live well and harmoniously in this family, and we can't see any fighting. In every activity, we strive for honor for this big family. I remember once, we lost the game and we didn't lose heart. This fully shows that Class 4, Grade 6 is a big family. No matter how close we are, we will never be apart.

I love my home, because it can make me feel the warmth and warmth of home. I know that every member is doing his best to do good things for the class. In a tug-of-war, Qi Xin, a classmate from Qi Xin in our class, joined forces and cooperated. Although she lost, I can feel that all the members are working towards the same goal. So I am very touched. When any member wants to leave (all immigrants), all our classmates see him or her off. At this time, I feel how warm this home is!

Although I will graduate in half a semester, I will always remember my home, which brought me a wonderful childhood and good memories!

Recalling excellent compositions 10 Time flies and never looks back. Time flies so fast that we can't catch up with it, so we have to watch it pass by me. But time still left the "shadow" of childhood, and those "shadows" were displayed in the photo album.

The so-called "shadow" is a photo. I like to look through that antique photo album on weekends. I can't help laughing when I saw my funny appearance as a child. When my sister came, I asked her to guess who was in this photo. These photos let me pick up the shell of my memory and let me know myself.

Today, as usual, I leafed through an album. Looking around, I suddenly found a photo with a flower border. "Alas, this photo ... I I found you!" I shouted excitedly. Hold up the photo and wipe the dust off it. It reflects beautiful light in the sun and gives off the breath of childhood. This was taken in the park when I was a child. On the green lawn, a white butterfly just flew in and danced happily among the flowers, with a river beside it. The water gurgled and glistened. I lay in bed and continued to look through old photo albums. I saw a child lying on the ground. I still don't understand you. Think back! Isn't that what I did when I was a kid? I laughed out loud at once. That time, I was playing with a ball. My mother said I was better than my sister. My sister was not convinced and hid the ball. I took my sister to find the ball and accidentally fell into the sky.

The photo records my dusty past. Photos remind me of my life and make me look forward to the future. I like to look through old photos and explore my colorful childhood.

Recalling the excellent composition 1 1 Recalling the past, I can clearly remember my smiles and tears. Along the way, we all came here in this way, and we learned a lot of things we didn't understand in the wind and rain.

Along the way, we may have forgotten the smile, but our tears can not be erased. The traces left in the wind and rain have become a brand. Therefore, the remaining tears left their most unforgettable memories.

Broken sincerity may be too many promises. At this moment, we also abandoned it cruelly. Without sincerity, life is like a lonely person. From here, we keep sliding to the two ends of the world until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. Then we learned to escape, lie and be ignorant. ...

Still like to sit quietly in the dark, looking for lost memories. However, where we wandered, we cried again, quietly, and the tears were clearly printed on our faces. Then, we dry our tears and walk towards the light. ...

Cowardly thoughts, we can't extricate ourselves. I can't get rid of bad luck and keep moving in the lost direction.

When we are displaced, we will also recall the past and retrieve lost memories. ...

When the stars are counted behind, the moon loses its luster;

So the stars have been snuggling up to the moon and sleeping quietly. ...

Memories of Excellent Composition 12 Time flies, and my sixth grade career passed in a blink of an eye. Six years, six years of wind and rain, we walked together.

In these six years of primary school life, I have gained a lot and learned a lot of knowledge. What's more worth mentioning is that I have met many good classmates and partners, and I am very happy to study with their company.

I remember when I was in the first grade, when I came to school, I saw so many people, but I was afraid to enter the classroom. Finally, my grandfather took me in. I didn't get very good grades at school, but I gradually got familiar with the environment and my grades went up. When I was in the second grade, I met a very strict teacher. As long as I haven't finished my homework, for whatever reason, I'll make you tired of squatting. Because the teacher is very strict, my grades are obtained by going up another flight of stairs. In the third grade, we all felt sorry for our teacher, because we made him cry several times, and we were ashamed. In the fifth grade, I added English, which I found difficult. The result is simple, and I know new classmates and teachers at the same time. In the sixth grade, all my energy is spent on learning. Actually, there's no need to do this. As long as you listen carefully in class, review carefully when reviewing, and review yourself carefully, there will definitely be no problem with the quiz.

The memory of my alma mater is warm and beautiful, and my gratitude to my alma mater is sincere and endless. Let me thank the teacher again for his hard work!

Memories of Excellent Composition 13 The short three years of junior high school passed away quietly like the wind, but those memories of youth remained in my heart forever. Whenever I am alone, there will always be a movie-like scene, or a sports meeting, or a small argument, or a brief conversation with the teacher, or just a few simple jokes ... In junior high school, our class was almost recognized as the most chaotic class in the whole grade, because our class often fought, or some bad things always involved our class, and our average score. Besides, the atmosphere in our class seems to be the worst. In the first grade, everyone boycotted the class teacher several times, and the blackboard was full of sharp words. In a tug-of-war between two classes, we deliberately lost to others and embarrassed the head teacher ... But sometimes our classmates' actions were unexpected by other classes.

In the second day of junior high school, we changed our head teacher, who also taught English. She is a strong teacher. But once, she made us cry. I remember clearly that his eyes were red, but he tried to hold back his tears, said a few words and ran out of the classroom. Different from usual, the classroom is surprisingly quiet, and you can almost hear your own heartbeat. Then, the two monitors whispered a few words to each other, and then slowly walked out of the classroom ... After several English classes, the teacher still appeared on time in every class, but not as enthusiastic as before ... A few days later, it happened to be Christmas. I don't know who initiated it. I bought a Christmas tree, decorated it beautifully and hung a Christmas fruit on it. All the students in the class signed their names and attached a letter, which was sent to the head teacher's office by two monitor ... The wonderful junior high school life left many beautiful memories, which will be hidden in my heart until ... forever. ...

Recalling excellent composition 14 childhood is colorful, it is like sugar in the mouth, so sweet and delicious; It is also like a flower in the garden, so colorful. If someone asks me what kind of magic I want, I will definitely answer you right away. Whenever I feel depressed, I always think of the free and unrestrained life when I was a child, living in ignorance every day. Some people say that the beginning of happiness in life comes from childhood, and so do I.

My childhood was not to play in exciting amusement parks, nor to stay at home and watch TV every day, but to listen to grandma telling stories. We often go to the library to borrow bags of fairy tales. Grandma has a magic power that can make ordinary stories lively and interesting, which always makes me want to stop. Sometimes, even if I say five story books a day, I still feel unsatisfied and don't want to let grandma finish class. And I will always follow the three little pigs to deal with the wolf as if I had experienced it myself; It's good for meatballs. In this way, this not only laid my literary foundation, but also filled me with infinite imagination since I was a child.

When I was a child, my grandparents thought of a way to teach me to recite Tang poems. Grandma takes me for a walk in the field near my home every day, looking at the rugged mountains and beautiful scenery, which makes me realize the artistic conception of Tang poetry and has always supported my motivation to recite a Tang poem every day, that is, five yuan, which will give you a surprise. Although five dollars is as light as dirt in people's eyes, it is as precious as two thousand gold to me as a child. What I did at that time was five dollars.

After listening to my childhood memories, do you feel rich and wonderful? It is better to act now than to move! Think back to your childhood!

The world of childhood is rich and colorful, and some very interesting things often happen in my childhood.

When I was five years old, one day after lunch, my friends and I went to the orchard to play hide and seek. First draw "scissors, stone and cloth" to decide who will catch and who will hide. My sister who lives next door guessed wrong. She was the first to catch it. She stood under a tree, closed her eyes and counted slowly: "One, two ..." Everyone quickly spread out around to find a place to hide. Some hide behind big trees; Some simply climb trees and hide in dense leaves; Some people cover themselves with an empty fruit basket. And I quickly hid in a tall and dense haystack, squatting quietly and not daring to move.

As soon as my little sister counted to ten, she couldn't wait to open her eyes and look around, hoping to find her replacement as soon as possible. I don't know if everyone is hiding tight or because my little sister is too stupid. Miss Jie has been looking for a long time but has not found a "successor". When I heard her footsteps approaching the haystack where I was hiding, I held my breath and my heart kept beating. "Come out, I see you!" Little sister suddenly cried loudly. I was shocked and thought my little sister saw me. At this moment, I suddenly found a black spider crawling on my trouser leg. I was so frightened that I jumped out of the haystack and shouted "Help". When Miss Sister saw it, she smiled and bent over: "Ha ha! ..... You've been cheated, you've been cheated! " It turned out that my little sister used this "empty trick" in a hurry, but I was so unlucky, alas!

Now, whenever I recall that scene, I can't help laughing. Childhood life is so interesting.