What impressed me most was the composition.

In my memory, many things keep appearing ... cheerful, interesting, sad and regretful, all of which are fresh in my memory. The most unforgettable thing is the following one. I remember it was a scorching summer day, and the sun stung people hard to open their eyes. Walking out of the house is like walking into a steamer. I looked after the house at home that day. The room is stuffy, and my mood changes with the weather. I thought to myself, "It's too hot today. If I tidy up the room, not only will the room look brand-new, but my mood will also be suddenly enlightened. " After thinking about it, I ordered a basin of water and began to tidy up the house. I was so happy when I saw the spotless dresser, the clean windowsill and the bright furniture I polished. I imagined the happy scene when my mother came back to praise me ... when I was in a good mood, I accidentally knocked over my mother's favorite vase and smashed it to pieces. The broken sound of this vase came into my mind like a bolt from the blue, which made me look flustered and at a loss. I thought, "If my mother knew I broke her favorite thing, would she say me?" Scold me? Flat ... "I dare not think about it any more. Just when I was in a hurry, I was caught off guard and my mother came in from the outside. When she saw the vase broken, her knife-shaped eyebrows stood upright and she was shocked: "Who broke it?" "At that time, I wanted to tell my mother about it from beginning to end, but I didn't dare. Really answered that sentence-the heart is willing but unable to do so. I squeaked and said, "It was broken by my 5-year-old brother next door. "My mother is a child who is not sensible, and she will never pursue it again. But I could see from my mother's eyes that she was very unhappy, so I avoided her everywhere, and of course my interest in cleaning the house was forgotten. At night, the storm had subsided and I came to the yard listlessly. I feel as if the moon is not as bright as usual, the breeze is not as gentle as usual, and the flowers and plants are not as lovely as usual. They all seem to accuse me of unrepentant behavior, and I feel ashamed. I went into the house in frustration, thought for a long time, and finally decided to confess it to my mother. I walked to my mother with my head down and admitted my mistake in a low voice. I thought my mother would scold me, but what I never expected was that my mother said to me very kindly: "Son, as long as you can boldly admit your mistake, it is more precious than thousands of vases ..." Whenever I make a mistake, I will think of it. I know it has taken root in my life and made me unforgettable.