Wang Shi Chu yi composition

In normal study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my carefully arranged composition on the first day of the past. Welcome everyone to learn from it, I hope it will help you.

If everyone's life is a green vine, then for us, those unusual things are like colorful dew reflected by the sun, which gives people a shock of mind and an enlightenment of wisdom.

Every morning when the first ray of sunshine shines, I will inadvertently see your figure. And at that moment, you will always be in the community, hunched over your back, with your head down and wiping one shoulder after another. Sweep the rubbish off the ground with a few broad wooden brooms. "Good morning, grandma sanitation." "Little girl, go to school." There is a smile on her lips, and the silver hair on her head is swaying with the gentle wind, like a silver reed forest.

Oh, no, I left my key in my pocket! I looked nervously at the classmate standing in front of the class waiting for me to open the door, and my face turned red at once. Hurriedly put the bag on the windowsill, ran down the stairs and ran home. ...

Suddenly, I slowed down and an old man staggered towards me in front of my eyes. It's grandma the doorman downstairs! She waved at me with a crooked mouth, smiled at me, slowly took my hand full of cold sweat and put a string of silver keys on it. "Little girl, when you went downstairs, you left your key on the corridor floor. Grandma found it when she was cleaning the corridor, but the habit of always leaving your keys hasn't changed, hehe. " That kind smile was a long time ago, and my heart hanging on the stone finally fell to the ground. ""Thank you so much, Grandma. If you can't find the key, you'll be in trouble. "Then, I ran back to school sweating like a pig.

The old man Yu Guangzhong still seems to be standing there, motionless. Every second the plane flies to school, grandma's words will always come to my mind, and I will go straight to school. What I get is not only a responsibility, but also a kind of unrequited love. Heavy snow fell one after another, overwhelming, and it was a whole day. ...

"Students, after school, please pay attention to traffic safety." I dragged my tired body home slowly. At the door, a familiar figure appeared again. She vigorously swept away the autumn snow in front of each door and piled it in a corner. The original gray hair was covered with flying snow. When you see everyone, you greet them. Day after day, year after year, you have added a touch of brilliance to the environmental protection of the community with your small gesture.

The old woman, a kind-hearted old man, created "unusual" with her kindness.

"Oh, what can I do?" I said sadly. It turned out that my chicken was dying of illness, and I saw the chicken lying there motionless.

At this time, I frowned and thought. Aunt Liang, a neighbor, has no chicken like my family. Why don't I steal the column? "Well, let's do it," I thought. Perhaps it is a guilty conscience, and my heart is always uneasy.

In the afternoon, as soon as my mother came back, she asked me strangely, "Hey, how did our chicken get better for no reason?" I replied falteringly, "Yes, yes, I cured the chicken." "Oh, my daughter can be a vet." Mom said happily.

In the evening, there was a short knock at the door outside. When I opened it, it turned out to be Aunt Liang. She turned pale and still held the dying chicken in her hand. "Zhang, this is not just what's going on? It was fine at noon and sick in the afternoon. " Aunt Liang said. "Oh, I see. My chicken is dying, but it was cured by my daughter this afternoon. " My mother said loudly, "Daughter, go and see the chicken." My mother asked me to go and called Aunt Liang. And my heart is fifteen fights _ so anxious that I have to go to my room and take some pills from the drawer and hand them to Aunt Liang.

After a while, there was another knock at the door. Open it and it's Aunt Liang. She was very sad and said sadly, "My chicken died." The news came as a bolt from the blue. I ran to the room and saw that the medicine I took turned out to be a laxative. No wonder I died. But I dare to admit that I had to do it and let my chicken be given to Aunt Liang, and my mother agreed. Aunt Liang also praised me for being sensible.

Looking at Aunt Liang's far-away figure, I can't help feeling a little sorry. Looking at the red scarf on my body, I really want to say "I'm sorry" to Aunt Liang.

Although it has been a long time, it still often appears in my mind and is an indelible memory in my life.

My childhood life is like a colorful dream, like a string of colorful pearls, which makes me miss and miss …

I remember once, when I was very young, when I was watching TV, an advertisement suddenly appeared: "No gifts this year, send melatonin." At that time, my grandparents drank melatonin every day, and I thought to myself: Is this melatonin really so delicious? I will try! So I pulled out the rubber cover and smelled it, which smelled like yam. I raised the bottle, assumed a posture of ancient people drinking and reciting poems, and gulped it down. "Bah! Bah! Bah! It tastes terrible, and I don't know what happened to my grandparents. Such a terrible thing is still like a baby. " I said to myself. I think: a little sugar must be better than this. I scooped some brown sugar from a nearby jar and mixed it with melatonin. I tasted my "masterpiece", wow! It is delicious. It's really "this smell should only be found in the sky, and it's rare to taste it on earth."

Another time, my mother took me to my brother's house in senior three. My mother said to me, "daughter, my brother is going to college, so don't bother him!" " I said, "Why can my brother go to college and I can't?" Mother said, "It would be nice to drink more ink!" I thought to myself: I can go to college by drinking ink. I will try! So, while the room was empty, I quietly picked up the ink bottle, unscrewed the lid and licked it with my tongue. Wow! Smelly and astringent! I frowned and spat hard. Alas, it's smelly and astringent, so I have to add more sugar. I put five spoonfuls of sugar in a row, stirred it with chopsticks, closed my eyes and looked up. I drank it and carried forward the spirit of continuous fighting. I drank a whole bottle. I wiped my mouth and shouted happily, hey, I'm going to college soon after drinking too much ink! "When the family saw it, they all burst out laughing.

Although childhood is gone forever like running water, I will never forget the interesting past of childhood. ...

Past events are like pearls, stringing together my colorful childhood.

When I was in the third grade, my English score was very poor. Every time I dictated, I scored two or three points. The teacher asked my parents to sign it.

I got three points in this exam, and the teacher asked my parents to sign it, which made me very sad. I think: after getting three points in the exam, I will be scolded again when I go home.

I didn't show my notebook to my parents when I got home, which made me very uneasy when I was writing my homework, for fear that my parents would find these three points in my notebook.

Finally finished the homework left by the teacher, I quietly took out my notebook and carefully signed my mother's name.

But I still didn't escape my father's eyes. When my father packed my schoolbag and checked my homework, I found this book and my own signature. He asked me angrily, "Wang Nan, who signed this for you?" As soon as I heard this sentence, I panicked: no, no, it was discovered. Mom was cooking in the outhouse. When she heard this, she came in. In this way, to tell the truth, I admitted my mistake to my father: "this ... this is ... my ... signature"!

When my dad heard this, he "snapped" twice, and I was beaten. I cried like a messy dog. My father looked at me and said, "Think about it yourself. You signed the homework yourself. You didn't lie to your mother and me, nor did you lie to the teacher. You lie to yourself! "

I don't remember what happened afterwards. I only remember that since then, I have studied English hard, listened to English, read English and recited English every day, and my English scores have also been greatly improved. My parents will sign my homework for me in the future, but I won't sign it myself.

Everyone will make mistakes in the process of growing up, and sincerely saying "sorry" will make you feel the joy of growing up; However, just saying "I'm sorry" may continue the mistake again and again!

Dad's words sounded to me: alarm! This incident impressed me deeply, letting me know that mistakes are not terrible, and correcting mistakes will bring endless joy!

The past of childhood, like a boat, floats with the wind in the ocean of memory. Moreover, most of the ships have been moored in a port called "Forgetting", except one ship, which refused to land.

I was a freshman that year. One day, I happily brought a furry chicken home from the market. I care for it in every way and love it very much.

One day when I was watching anime, I was eating "whoa whoa whoa" toffee, which made me uncomfortable. At this time, the chicken shouted at me in the paper box, and I thought, "I saw that I ate sugar, and it wanted to eat it, too." What a greedy kid! " After thinking about it, I asked the chicken, "Are you greedy and want to eat sugar?" The chicken didn't answer and kept crowing. I saw it, turned off the TV, walked up to the chicken with peeled butterscotch, gently touched the chicken's head and said, "Be a good chicken, stop barking, I'll breast-feed you candy!" " "I sent the toffee to the chicken's mouth, and the chicken just closed its mouth and tilted its head to one side. I am visually observing and thinking? " I was so careless. I must have too much butterscotch for the chicken to eat. I have to cut the sugar smaller and feed it to the chickens! After thinking about it, I picked up a pencil sharpener and cut off a piece of toffee one-tenth the size. I came to the chicken with a little toffee, squatted down and said to the chicken, "Come on, I may eat it this time. Come on, I'll feed you. " Say that finish, I like holding a child, picked up the chicken, gently pinched the chicken's cheek with thumb and forefinger, the chicken opened its mouth, and I was busy picking up toffee. However, the chicken spit out the toffee that had just been put in its mouth. I'm not angry. I picked up the candy and stuffed it into the chicken's mouth. I poked it with my little finger, then closed the chicken's mouth with my finger and said, "cherish the toffee, don't spit it out, taste it!" "

Soon, I let go and the chicken fell to the ground. I poked the chicken curiously, but it didn't move. I saw it was dead. "Wow" burst into tears. Just in time, my mother came back to listen to me. After that, she smiled and said, "Little ancestor, the toffee got stuck in the chicken throat and suffocated." ...

Childhood is a dream, it is true, it is a dream in the real world, and the small fleet is swaying, floating, floating.

The past is like smoke, light and thin. Listening to the elegant expression of "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon", a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, can not help but evoke memories of the past.

I don't know when to go to the river and listen to the past with tea. Mountains are mountains, water is water, does she remember?

"Time only left us a few short years, and in a blink of an eye, everything became a thing of the past. No matter how long it takes, no matter what happens. You will always be my best friend in my life ... "In fact, I have been looking for our final ending. Time is always like sand flowing through your fingers and slipping away inadvertently. The sadness of the past, also washed by water, died with the waves.

Miss the past, miss that meaningful memory.

Is the mountain water? Is there a hidden mountain in the mountains? Is there a hidden mountain in the water?

There is surprisingly much rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are also surprisingly many alleys. Jiangnan has a beautiful impression, and you can also feel the ease of rain falling from the eaves and splashing on your face and shoulders. But I didn't smell the scent of magnolia, and I didn't see a girl like lilac. But it was in this smoky alley that I saw the background. A long hair and a long skirt, stepping on the rain, disappeared in the vast clouds. She looked back and smiled, but her face, which had never been made up, became more and more beautiful, and a few strands of flowing long hair could not cover up her youth. A few years later, she still appeared there. Years of ups and downs, under her ordinary oiled paper umbrella, portrayed many people, but they could not be erased on the bluestone steps, because they were remembered here. Probably only rain can describe the beauty of this woman's life.

Whose eyes did they blur? Whose scenery does it set off? Sitting alone by the river, tears welled up in my eyes. What is the so-called bitter experience, but it is based on your own pain. How many years have passed since the mahogany pear tree and the bloom flower fell.

The early passion and hope have already disappeared in the moonlight outside the window, and all expectations are silent endings. I don't start expecting, I don't start expecting, I'd rather just live in peace. However, the elegance of the south of the Yangtze River also stands there. The ancient wooden benches are a bit more vicissitudes, and the red lanterns are also covered with gloom. Only the spring water in the south of the Yangtze River, only the green hills in the south of the Yangtze River. That mountain is a mountain, water is water, and everything is clear.

People's past carries too much, so it's time to leave.

Jiangnan is still there, but Leng Yue is silent.

In the past seven or five years of primary school life, I have many unforgettable memories. I have a group of students who sometimes unite and sometimes split. Every student has his own unique personality, such as introversion, Ni Xiaoyu's simplicity, Cheng Cheng's cheerfulness and Xu's courtesy ... I will never forget what happened at school.

Lush willow branches sway with the wind, brilliant flowers nod to me, and the wind blows on my face with a faint fragrance of flowers, walking in the beautiful campus of Lixin Primary School, making people feel warm.

In this holy place for cultivating talents, amiable teachers write down lines and lines in every class. The teachers stood on the platform and gave lectures vividly, and their hands were covered with white chalk dust. Erase the words on the blackboard, write them down and erase them. After a class, the black blackboard cloth always turns white. The teacher's expression in class is always quite different from that in class. In class, the teacher's expression is always dignified, but still maintains an active atmosphere in class; However, when the class is over, the teacher is like a good friend of the students, chatting and talking harmoniously.

Sometimes after class is over and the teacher leaves, the students run like wild horses in the classroom, chasing each other. Naughty students deliberately touch the students who are writing, and the students who are met put down their pens and stood up to chase him. Of course, students who deliberately do it have long been ready to run away with oil on their feet, and generally will not be caught. The teased students can only return to their seats angrily. Looking at the distorted expression of the fooled classmates and the naughty "ghost" making faces made other students in the class laugh. I don't know how many times such a similar scene has been staged in the class, and each time it is so unforgettable.

In a blink of an eye, five years have passed, and the time spent with teachers and classmates in this big family has long been deeply imprinted in my heart and has become the most unforgettable memory in my life.

During my life journey of more than 80 years, when I lived in my grandmother's house in the country, the laurel of happiness was well deserved, and it was really worth talking about.

At that time, grandma's house was full of happy footprints.

There are often fish and shrimp swimming in the river in front of the door. In hot summer, there is often a little girl in a skirt and ponytail standing in the water to catch fish. Standing on the smooth cobblestone three, the cool river washes away the ankles, and from time to time, small fish curiously kiss their toes, which is very pleasant.

Occasionally, a silvery white fish swims by, and the probability of catching air is of course much greater than that of catching it. But the ubiquitous coolness and comfort you feel when you dive into the water is really enjoyment and happiness. The river flowed away happily and easily with my laughter.

There is a clearing behind grandma's house, which is full of weeds. It seems deserted, but it is my paradise. As soon as the sun rises, the grass leaves are covered with crystal clear and round dew, which is cool and can wake many grasshoppers. All right! I saw it! Quietly walk to the grasshopper's side, put your hands together and spread out your palms carefully. A big grasshopper is stubbornly waving its slender limbs, and a great sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously, all smiles. After catching the grasshopper, I ran to my grandparents to show off. It doesn't matter if I can't catch it. I'm happy to be covered in grass.

Grandma's house has several small dishes. On a sunny day, like a child's bright smile, standing at the edge of the vegetable field, watching rows of dazzling green leaves stand proudly on the black land, my heart is extremely open and happy.

More often, we will sit under the old poplar trees in front of the door, watching the blue sky, watching the mountains or clouds like fog, basking in the warm sunshine, watching the river flowing in beautiful clothes sewn with gold thread, listening to the songs of the river and the laughter of birds, and smelling the fresh grass. I was fascinated by this time and deeply immersed in it. The ease and happiness at this time are incomparable at any time. For me, peace of mind is the greatest happiness.

Different people have different interpretations of happiness, but one thing is common, that is, the happy past is worth cherishing.

Yesterday, the first day of composition 9, the first day of time is like a blink of an eye. Although short-lived, it left many precious memories, just like the blooming flowers on the land of junior and senior high schools.

At first, we were still complaining about Mr. Wang's saliva, Mr. Pan's class and occupation, Mr. Sheng's words, and Mr. Huang's occasional verbosity ... But aren't they the people who made up so many flowers?

When walking in the phalanx, Mr. Wang helped us adjust the team. We are sweating like rain in the hot sun, wiping our sweat and aligning back and forth. Teacher Wang also let sweat crawl all over his face, running from the back of the team to the front, sometimes nodding while watching. At this time, we are a whole, no one can be short of, and no one can be wrong. We learned what a team is.

During the sports meeting, teachers cheered for us. When running 800 meters and 1200 meters, we will send water to the athletes and cheer them on. In the relay race, everyone tried their best to run and couldn't wait to put a pair of wings on themselves.

If everyone is faster, it will be much faster and will be successful. When I was running, the cheers of my classmates came from my ears, as if there was a steady stream of motivation. At the sports meeting, we learned the meaning that everyone can play a role.

At the red song party, our songs have no beautiful melody, no gorgeous costumes and no professional guidance. Only our voices, our motivation and our hearts.

Teacher Pan takes time to practice singing with us, and Teacher Wang encourages our morale. As soon as they came to power, everyone held their heads high and held their heads high, as if they were real soldiers and fighters. When the accompaniment sounded, we took a deep breath and shocked the judges, teachers and ourselves with great explosive force. The loud voice that resounded through the sky was an explosion of our accumulated strength. We know that many hands make light work.

On the first day of junior high school, we shed sweat and tears, and there were successes and setbacks. But that's all in the past. We have entered the second day of junior high school. We have to draw a new blueprint and launch a new plan. The memories of the first day, we have too many memories, let's cherish them together in our hearts and bear sweet fruits!

10 childhood is a colorful and beautiful rainbow; Childhood is countless bright stars in the night sky; Childhood is a bright and dazzling flower; Childhood is a glass full of candy ... now, let me take out the biggest and most delicious candy for everyone to taste!

"Goo Goo" was so hungry that he sang a "Goo Goo Symphony", but what should I do? Mom and dad are busy, who will help me prepare meals? I have no choice but to rely on myself! I turned over on the sofa, ah! Not good! "Uh-huh-"I was so anxious that I fell off the sofa. My hand hurts terribly. "Hmm ... whoops ..." Forget it, what's the use of crying? I'd better find something to eat quickly! I rolled over slowly and hurried to the top of the kitchen.

"Hey hey, ha ha ha ..." Great, I finally climbed into the kitchen! I climbed on the stool, then the small bucket, then the big bucket … I climbed on the stove! I looked left and right on the stove, only a few radishes and a big apple. Alas, carrots and apples are so hard, how can I bite them? ? I climbed forward again, hey hey, I finally caught you-sugar! I reached into the big box of sugar and took out a handful of sugar and stuffed it into my mouth. How sweet! "Wow, ha ha, hey ..."

I was having a good time when I heard a familiar and hurried footstep coming towards me. ...

"Mom, mom ..." It's mom! I gave a silly cry and began to eat sugar again. "Oh, Yilin, aren't you afraid of tooth decay when you eat such a cloudy star? Tut tut, come down, be good, stop eating, huh? " My mother began to persuade me that I would still bury my head in eating. "Tut tut, Yilin, don't you listen to your mother to call the police uncle? He'll take you away. He'll be right there. Come down, huh? " Hearing what the police uncle said, I immediately stopped eating and climbed down. "Chen Xinyi is so cute, the police uncle will boast that you are a good boy! Come on, come on, mom will hug you, or you will fall. " "My ... mother!" If anything happens to me, just call "Mom!" This may be the innocence of children.

Time flies, and old man Time brought me here. My lovely childhood is gone forever. ...

The past 1 1 One thing in the past dispersed like the wind and fell like leaves. I slowly look for trivial events, which fly into my heart like birds. ...

In the short two months at school, sports made me feel deep pain. After reaching the standard, I still failed to escape that robbery. It was neither cold nor hot that day, and it was not difficult for me to take the 50-meter test for our girls. What we need is explosive power. But my nervous mood has not completely let go. I stood in the line and watched the players run away one by one. Sweat trickled down my forehead, and my hands could hold it. It's my turn I raised my right leg and made a preparatory gesture. "Run!" "At that moment, I struggled to run out, perhaps because my posture was not accurate enough. I almost ran to my knees and my speed gradually slowed down. I watched my classmates pass me one by one, and listened to the PE teacher count: "1, 2, 3 ..." It was almost the end, and I rushed desperately, but I still couldn't get rid of bad luck. Finally, I listened to the teacher's report. I sat on the steps, tears streaming down like broken beads. Think of your big boast just now and regret what you said. I don't blame others, but I don't have enough exercise and explosive power. I watched the sun set, and I told myself that although I encountered such hardships, I would keep my feet on the ground and climb up step by step, even if it was difficult.

I walked slowly around the playground in the glory of the sunset, thinking about what had just happened, and my eyes blurred again. I looked up, took back my tears bit by bit, ran to the water source and stroked my cheek with clear water. My footsteps have become heavy, and I think there will be more difficult things in the future. I learned a truth from the 50-meter sports competition: nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb. As long as you make up your mind, you will reach the finish line. On the way to the finish line, no matter how hard it is, I will climb up step by step, and I will see the most beautiful myself!

The memory of youth is profound and will be imprinted in my mind forever. Fallen leaves can't take away my memory, and age can't take away the pain, and that memory will never be forgotten.

If childhood is a fragrant flower, the past is crystal dew; If childhood is a treasure chest, the past is a treasured secret; If childhood is a grape trellis, the past is those purple grapes. I often pick the flowers of my childhood, look at the crystal dew, pick the small grapes, taste its ups and downs, and look for past memories. ...

It was a hot summer, and I went fishing with my grandfather and cousin. We came to the stream. I grabbed the fishing rod from my grandfather, pulled out a clover from the side, hung it on the hook, and sat by the stream and began to "fish".

"Ha ha ....." My elder sister smiled when she saw me like this, but where is my grandfather? I looked: it turned out that grandpa had smiled silently. After they laughed enough, grandpa said to me, "Lianlian! Small fish don't eat grass, you know? " I looked at my grandfather with a puzzled face and asked, "What does that little fish eat?" My cousin standing by showed me a seemingly heavy bucket: Wow! It's full of loaches. Its wet body is struggling desperately, as if trying to get out of trouble.

I suddenly realized that I put away my fishing rod and hung a loach. The slippery body of the loach struggled in my hand, but it still didn't escape from my palm. I sat down quietly again, waiting for the fish to bite. I don't know how long it took, but the fish never took the bait. I got tired of waiting, so I put away the fishing rod and threw it away. "I am not fishing!" I don't fish! Grandpa listened, pulled me to sit next to him and said to me earnestly, "Try to think about it, if everyone is as impatient as you are, what's the point of fishing?" "Fishing is to cultivate patience. Otherwise, wouldn't your sister and I draw water from a bamboo basket-with a sieve? Therefore, you must be patient when fishing. Do you know? " After listening to it, I seem to understand.

So I sat down again and waited quietly for the fish to bite. As time went by, I dozed off. Suddenly, the fishing rod in my hand sagged. At that moment, all the sleepy people ran away. I pulled hard and the fish took the bait.

That night, I ate the fish I caught and ate it with relish.

The past, like that movie, came to my mind. Every time I look at me as a child, I feel heartless. Perhaps, each of us has a funny past?

When I think of the past, I sometimes can't help laughing at my stupidity and naivety. Sometimes I can't help feeling sad, for my lost childhood, for the people I lost.

When I was nine years old, I rode my bike alone on an early summer afternoon. By the time I came back, the sun was already halfway down, and the thought that my favorite program was about to start on TV immediately made me speed up.

On the way home, there is a dangerous slope around the corner. Usually I slow down when I pass by, but today, I didn't slow down, but accelerated for watching TV. After turning the corner, I suddenly found several five-or six-year-old children crossing the road hand in hand on the downhill road. I was going downhill, and I increased my speed ... I didn't have time to think about it, so I braked immediately. Who knew that the brakes broke the other day and I couldn't stop? I immediately told them to hurry and try to brake with their feet. Who knows when they called me, they thought I was looking for something and stopped. When I was about five meters away from them, I immediately jumped out of the car. I fell heavily on the road and my bike just hit a child. I got up to check and found that his head was broken. At that time, no one saw it except me and those children, and no one knew if it would be a "hit and run". But my natural sense of responsibility doesn't allow me to do this. I asked the other kids. Fortunately, someone knew where his home was, so I asked those children to inform his family. After the children left, I waited anxiously while taking care of him carefully.

Time passed by, and the mother of the child finally heard the news. As soon as she came, she grabbed me and asked me to go to the nearest clinic with them. She asked me to call my dad and ask him to come over. After arriving at the clinic, the doctor told us that it was nothing serious, just clean up the wound and have a rest. After listening to the doctor's words, my mother and I both breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, my father came, asked about the child, paid the medical expenses, and personally took me to apologize to the child. The child and his mother forgave me, but I still feel sorry. After returning home, he asked me the ins and outs of the matter carefully and severely criticized me.

This incident taught me a great lesson at that time and left a shadow on my childhood. But it doesn't matter, people can't live in the memories of the past, only the present and the future are the most important!

Let the past go with the wind, everything will go with the wind!