Good memories carry the youth of our generation. Let's recall all kinds of past events and go back to the past ... Today, I have compiled a composition about good memories for your reference only. Let's have a look!
Good memories: 1
In the sunshine, two girls walked hand in hand on the beach, giggling. Looking for some beautiful shells from the beach for a while, chasing and running on the beach for a while. ...
It was the summer before last, Meng Xiao and I went to the seaside to play, and we had a good time without adults around. We have collected many beautiful shells. There are purple, pink and yellow. Meng Xiao's hands are very clever. She picks out a pair of shells with the same color, finds five ropes, and then asks the old woman by the roadside for two steel pipes. She sat quietly, in a hurry. Soon, the seashell wind chime with the breath of the sea was made. She gave me one and said, "One for you and one for me, so that I can go with peace of mind. Even if you forget me, I will call you every day until I am bored to death. " I spat out my tongue mischievously and said, "I'm not bored to death, just say my mouth muscles are atrophied." Meng Xiao shouted: "Good! You cursed me. " Then he ran after me, and when he couldn't catch up, he sprinkled a handful of seawater on my calf. I also quickly took a handful of seawater and sprinkled it on her calf. In this way, we ran and splashed and shook the wind chime "Ding Dong" in our hands. My father photographed this scene on the shore, and then turned to drink tea. Tired of running and splashing water. Thinking that he was leaving each other, he held his head and began to cry. Meng Xiao suddenly took my hand and said, "We will always be good friends." Looking at her solemn appearance, I smiled again, and she laughed with me, so there was a picture of two girls standing by the sea with tears.
Now as long as you fiddle with that string of colorful wind chimes, you will think of that beautiful memory. Meng Xiao, we will always be good friends.
Good Memories: Chapter 2
"Bell ..." The class began, and we all sat in our seats, waiting for the teacher to come to class.
That morning, I was awakened by my mother in a daze and looked at the calendar on the desk. Today is September 10 Teacher's Day. I chose a pink sweatshirt, put on a red scarf and went to school after breakfast.
On the way, I have been thinking, today is Teacher's Day, what gift should I give? At this time, I remembered that the teacher had sent us home many times on rainy days and prepared lessons many times until late at night. Send a greeting card? No, this can't express my gratitude to the teacher. I racked my brains and finally figured it out. Isn't there a bright wild chrysanthemum in full bloom in Tanabe? Red, yellow, white, blue ... how beautiful, so I went to uncle Li's rice field to pick some flowers. Everyone knows that Uncle Li's wild chrysanthemums are the best. I picked sixty-six flowers carefully, which represented the great luck and heart of sixty-six students in our class.
Look, how beautiful these chrysanthemums are. The flowers hold their heads high, revealing a little loftiness in elegance. The teacher is sure to like them. I came to school excitedly. I went straight to the teacher's office before I put down my schoolbag. The teacher's window is open. I came to the teacher's window quietly. The teacher is not in it. This is a godsend. There is a Chinese book and a pair of glasses on the desk. The teacher must have prepared lessons in the middle of the night again. I gently divided the wild chrysanthemum into two parts and put them in the teacher's pen container. I left happily.
The next day, I picked a bunch of flowers and put them on her desk. Besides yesterday's bouquet, there is another bouquet on Miss Deng's desk, which looks so delicate. The water drops on it are especially crystal clear, emitting a faint fragrance. When Mr. Deng returned to his desk after class, the bouquet of flowers jumped into his eyes at once. She took a deep breath near the flowers, and a faint fragrance was refreshing. Miss Deng smiled, very happy and satisfied.
Good Memories: Chapter 3
Today, I walked on the green grass in Xiuhu Park. Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter. It is said that several people of eleven or twelve are catching tadpoles in the water. When I saw it, I had an idea in my heart. Why not catch it once? Maybe I can catch it! At first, I rolled up my trouser legs and walked into the water step by step ... ah! The water here is so cold that you will think it is ice. The water here is so clear that you can almost see the sand and stones under the water. I saw groups of tadpoles swimming freely in the water. It is dark all over, and there is a small tail behind its big head, like a small comma. It's time to catch tadpoles! Because the stone was too slippery, I slipped in my shoes and was about to catch it. Because my foot slipped, I not only missed it, but also got my pants wet. This annoyed me, and I made up my mind to catch tadpoles. These tadpoles are very flexible. As soon as you walk past them, the tadpoles will feel that they swim to the bottom of the stone at once, so that you can only watch them but can't catch them. After several failures, I really (found) enough experience and slowly approached the tadpole. Unexpectedly, the tadpoles (once again) have noticed that they are going to swim away and disappeared at once. Just when I was disappointed, I saw an eel. I feel refreshed. I looked at the eel with rapt attention, and I caught it with my missing hand. I didn't know the eel's skin was smooth, so I let it slip away at once. I hurried to catch up, but how can I catch up? It is extremely inconvenient for me to walk in the water. Not only did I not catch the eel, but I was soaked in the water and became a drowned rat. The sun gradually set on the top of the mountain. Time flies. Another happy afternoon passed, but it left me with good memories. ...
Good Memories: Chapter 4
I have many photo albums, large and small, with photos in them, but they are different. Whenever I have nothing to do in my spare time, I will open those "stories" and think about them. The place in one of the photos is what I yearn for most. It is so mysterious and solemn. There is also an experience of mine.
Although it is not a famous scenic spot or tourist attraction, it does not belong to the world cultural heritage. But it is the goal of many people's efforts and the holy land of pursuing their ideals. The small photo is very low, made of dark green marble and about 2 meters high. A 5-meter-long wall, with a guardrail made of stainless steel below, is planted with some four seasons green, canna and string red. The wall is inlaid with five glittering Chinese characters "CCTV" and the emblem of Taiwan Province. There is a little girl in a dress in the photo, and that is me.
At that time, because of naivety and extreme excitement, I ran inside when I saw CCTV. This is the place where Everyday Animation is played, this is the place where Oriental Children is played, and this is it. However, I was stopped by the armed police uncle standing guard at the door. Looking at his serious expression, I almost cried. Uncle let me in. I want to see Aunt Ju Ping. I want to see Sister Moon and Scarab. "Sorry, little friend, there is a system here, and no one can just go in," said Uncle Armed Police kindly. "Other children and big brothers and sisters can go in and perform. Why can't I go in?" When I said this, tears came out. Uncle Armed Police quickly said, "They were invited to perform a program specially prepared for children all over the country." "Invitation, why not invite me?" Everyone around you laughed after hearing this. At this time, my father squatted down and smiled and said to me, "Son, CCTV is a place to release important news to the whole world, a place to show personal talents and a palace of art." If you want to go in, you must learn all kinds of cultural knowledge, lay a good foundation with profound knowledge, and add your unremitting efforts and excellent results. These are the tickets to here. "Only talented people will become the masters here. I nodded firmly. " Well, it's not easy for us to come here. Let's keep a souvenir according to our looks. "Dad said.
So, I posed and snapped this photo, which made me understand the preciousness and importance of knowledge.
Good Memories: Chapter 5
Whenever I see PLA soldiers in military uniforms and caps, I naturally think of someone. His thick black eyebrows and intense eyes look serious and gentle. He gave me care and good memories.
That year, my family went back to Shuangshi Town, Rong County for the Spring Festival. At that time, I was only eight years old and loved to play. I went out to play alone that day. I bought some sparkling, red and green glass beads in the shop. They are as beautiful as gem flowers. I played with them on the nearby lawn. Glittering glass beads roll on the small green lawn, like transparent dew rolling on the green lotus leaf, adding another beautiful scenic line to the surrounding area.
Suddenly a stone on my foot knocked me down. I fell to the ground and my left hand was stabbed by something sharp on the ground. It hurts! I was crying. After a while, a tall body appeared in front of me. "Little sister, are you all right?" He held out his hand and pulled me up. I looked up at him with tears on my face and cried "grievance" again. He is very careful. When he saw my stinging bleeding, he stroked my head and smiled.
After dressing the wound in the clinic, he bought me some glass beads. "I just saw you playing with these glass beads, but you dropped them, so I went to buy some. I don't know if you like it or not? " I'm sure he was smiling at me when he said these words. After listening to his words, I nodded and managed to squeeze out a smile.
Out of the clinic, he and I went to play with glass beads. He didn't leave until his mother came. He didn't even say hello, so I looked for him for a long time.
Later, I met him in Rong County. When a bus was about to hit a little girl, he suddenly rushed out, saved her, and then left silently as before.
Another time, I was injured to save a child who was almost hit by a car. Residents nearby called the hospital and sent him there. Later, I went to the hospital to see him. The doctor said that his injury would soon heal, but I cried. And in front of him, he was surprised to see me and said a surprising sentence: "You are the first person to see me."
This memory is not very impressive, but it is hard for me to forget. It has always been my secret.