Good Time Composition (17 in general) - Love to ask composition

Good Time Composition (1)

This is a song lyrics, which we wrote together. The lyrics I wrote represent a heart. We agreed that when we graduated, we would sing "Good Times" together and never forget it.

Good times

The early morning sunshine smiles away

There is only one star left in the dark night

They can't shake off their smiles

We sing under the banyan tree

Good times

It flows from here

Do you still remember that moment

Good times

Like a meteor falling

Never miss a flash in the pan

The past of memory is always fixed

The evening glow is as happy as yesterday

The clear moonlight is not lonely

Here's our song

Good times

It flows from here

Do you still remember that moment

Good times

Like a meteor falling

Never miss a flash in the pan

Our story follows the light and gentle wind

Good Time Composition (2)

"Only mothers are good in the world, and children without mothers are not hurt.". My mother is no exception.

It was another spring morning, and I vaguely smelled a refreshing fragrance. "Strange, what is this? This smell makes people drool." I rubbed my eyes and said. (Language description with action description.) (Profile description, I will learn later that the fragrance comes from my mother's nutritious breakfast, highlighting her concern for me.) Following the fragrance, I came to the stove, and there was a note in front of the stove.

"Dear son, there is your favorite eel in the pot. Before eating, remember to drink the soy milk on the table. Don't stop drinking it. It's good for your health. Mom and Dad won't come back at noon. Go to your grandma's and eat it."

"Yes, yes," I said to myself. This time, I was so happy that I thought to myself, "You can control me at ordinary times. This time, you can be free.". (Psychological description) My dear computer, here I come.

But happiness begets sorrow and happiness. There is a note on the computer. "Hey hey, I expected that you would do this, so I set the power on password and obediently write homework at home. When I go back, I will naturally let you play, provided that you finish your homework, bye."

When night fell and the loess was raging, I walked outside and my legs hurt badly. I thought to myself: Why haven't my parents come back? The wind must be stronger on the mountain. What can I do. (Psychological description) I put my hands together, put them on my chest, and recited in my heart: God bless, let my parents come back quickly and stop the wind blowing. (Portrait description) Suddenly, "buzzing buzzing buzzing" is the sound of my motorcycle. I immediately ran out to pick up my mother. As soon as she entered the room, she let go of the computer. She said, "Well done, as a reward, today I will make an exception and let you play two points."

Later, when I mentioned this to my friend, he said enviously, "Your mother is so kind."

Yes, she is the most simple and industrious farmer mother. (sublimation)

I will leave my mother soon. I'm afraid I can't come back for a month, but that's why I want to have a good time. (Question deduction)

(Spend a good time together. I mainly wrote about eating mother's nutritious breakfast to praise mother's love. I also passed two notes,

She wrote about her mother's understanding of herself and praised her wisdom. Although the scene of learning here has passed from generation to generation, it still writes an optimistic and positive outlook on life. My mother finally let me play with the computer, praising my mother's quality of keeping promises. At the end, I worried about my parents because of the wind and praised my love for them.)

Good Time Composition (3)

The morning sun smiled, and the night star was only one, and their smile could not get rid of.

We sang under the banyan tree, a good time, it flows from now on, do you still remember that moment.

A good time, like a meteor falling, never missed the good moments of a flash in the pan. The memory of the past is always fixed, the sunset glow at dusk is as happy as yesterday, the clear moonlight is not lonely, and there are our songs below.

Good times, it flows from now on. Do you still remember that moment.

The good time, like a meteor falling down, never missed the wonderful flash in the pan, our story wind followed light and gentle.

Good Time Composition (4)

Some people, is that you want to use your life to remember, is that you want to use your life to remember.

The hourglass of time has never stayed for anyone. In a twinkling of an eye, two years have passed in a hurry. It seems that there is no trace left, but that good time is engraved in my heart. It was the singing contest in May and the last contest.

Before the game, sweat like rain. When the wind blows, the grass grows. It is nearly summer, and the weather has become a bit hot. The wind seems to be tired and more reluctant to move. The poplar trees outside the window are not as green as in spring, but a bit green. When training, everyone always looks at the command with bright eyes, as if they want to engrave every action of the command into their own minds and hearts. Even if the sweat soaked the hair, even if it was uncomfortable, still. And I, standing among them, suddenly felt that I was so small, but also happy, because I was one of them.

During the game, concentrate. When the wind blows, the old trees are green. When it came to the game, we wore white shirts, dark blue pants, and red bow ties. It seemed that no amount of difficulties could stop our progress. When we sang, the conductor gradually stretched out his hands. I waited for the moment of the outbreak. After the prelude, the conductor subconsciously straightened his back. His hands first clenched nervously and then released. Suddenly, a big movement burst out on her hand and started! I did not dare to be careless as I had rehearsed before. However, I still made mistakes due to nervousness in a movement. At that moment, my palms were covered with sweat, and light disappointment and thick tension flooded into my heart. At the end of the song, the audience began to applaud.

At the end of the game, I was disappointed. The wind is blowing and the rain is falling. At the end of the game, we did not get the good results we imagined. The dull atmosphere spread in the air, and everyone's faces were no longer happy. What remained was deep disappointment. When I closed my eyes, I heard the voice of the students' training a few days ago. It seemed that I saw the students' straight backs and tears flowing down the corners of my eyes, and my heart could not help feeling lost and sad. But on second thought, we will not regret it if we have worked hard. After all, we had such a wonderful time.

The sand in the hourglass is not always willing to live in a place for a long time, and that good time has finally passed. When I recall it, I can't help but feel mixed. The fresh faces in my memory seem to beat in front of me again.

Good Time Composition (5)

Last Saturday, when I went to the teaching and research office, Zhayan Branch, to have an Olympic math class. When I was in the park of the Women's and Children's Activity Center, all the good times of my childhood emerged. Let's go to the "paradise" of my childhood after I finished the class and relive the happiness of that year.

When I came to pick me up after class, I specially got a monthly pass for the park of that year (which was free). The "Little Maotou" on the picture of the monthly pass was actually me? I heard that I was just over one year old when the monthly ticket took me to the park the next time. In the next two years, I could be happy in the park in the new green room in spring, in the willow shade in summer, in the fallen leaves in autumn, and in the sunshine in winter

When you enter the park, you will have a spring scene. A new green weeping willow sways in the spring wind beside the pond; The path is covered with snow pear petals, and the green leaves on the branches of crabapple are covered with rose red buds... Ah! Yes, I climbed up gingerly with the encouragement of, and then under the escort of, I held the slide on both sides, which was so low that I could go back three or two steps. It is also a challenging "mountain" in my memory. Every time I tried to climb it under repeated encouragement, I rushed down from the "mountain top" with applause and praise, threw myself into a wide embrace, and piled up a pile of earth one meter high

Oh, so fast! I have grown up and become old. And this park, where I started from learning to walk on grass to climb, jump, run - training my life to start, and the happy time spent together, will always remain in my best memory.

Childhood time is happy, and "61" is the most unforgettable for every child, because it is the children's own festival—— notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article

Time is like water, and the years are like songs. The flowing water is babbling and the singing is wonderful. I look at the happy pictures in the playback of memory. Watching Lulu's school busy rehearsing the "61" program, my heart has already flown back to the happy childhood. In my childhood memory, the happiest moment was Children's Day.

With the approaching of the festival day by day, various activities of the school are also preparing in full swing. At that time, I was in the military drum team of the school. Every day after school, everyone was conscientious in the drill. No one cried hard, no one cried tired, again and again. I am carrying the heaviest and newest drum with high morale. Even if I have blood stains on my shoulders and my wrists are sore and swollen after practicing, but when I think of performing in my own festival, all the hardships are nothing.

On the day of the "June 1" Festival, wherever you go, you can see the colorful flags flying in the wind. The bright flowers are fragrant. The streets are hung with red lanterns, banners and posters celebrating the "June 1". The children are wearing beautiful clothes, and their innocent and sweet smiling faces are blooming like flowers. Today is our festival, and happiness is our greatest wish.

At that time, there was no school uniform in the school. In addition to the performance clothes, the uniform white shirts and blue pants were clean and tidy. Facing the bright sunshine, the drum music sounded together, and the performance teams of the school walked out of the school in a row. In the colored flag team, the bright colored flag swings with the wind, and the students holding the flag walk in front with energetic and neat steps. The wreath team followed closely, and the colorful strips made of colorful paper formed a beautiful rainbow and a beautiful wreath in the hands of the students. When the students shouted "Celebrate June 1", they held the wreath and danced together, just like a colorful wave rolling in front of us. The crowd on both sides of the road burst into thunderous applause and cheers. The students of the waist drum team, one by one, painted red faces, wore bright red and bright green performance clothes, tied the red drum around their waist, and held two drumsticks tied with red cloth strips in their hands, leaping and moving forward. The red cloth strips were flying up and down, dancing back and forth, and the clear drum sound was so sweet and beautiful. "Dong Dong, Pa, Dong Dong, Pa..." Now the beautiful rhythm will ring in my ears. Before everyone's applause stopped here, our military drum team appeared again. Look at our commander, his back is as straight as a wall, and the baton in his hand is waved forcefully in the air. We hold the drumsticks to the drum, and the bugle players hold their breath and puff up their cheeks. "Dong, Dong, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa, Pa. Behind is a flower team composed of young students. They hold bundles of plastic flowers in their hands and swing from side to side. That is a sea of flowers.

The morning activity ended when we performed on Funiu Road, Jianshe Road, Songshan Road and Zhongyuan Road. Afternoon is a good time for us to watch movies. The teacher led us to queue up at the cinema to see a movie for free, which is also a privilege that can only be enjoyed on the "June 1" Festival. We were very excited about the three cent ice lollies and five cent ice cream. We ate them greedily, comparing their sizes. Generally, the films on Children's Day are about children, and everyone enjoys watching them. Happy laughter erupts from time to time in the cinema. Even children who pick up rags nearby can sneak in and stand on the edge of the aisle to enjoy this happy time with us on this day.

How happy it is, how happy it is, how happy it is, how happy it is, how can it be a beautiful memory that can not be abandoned! "61", a paradise for children!

Self assessment: watching Lulu rehearse the program for the "June 1st" every day, and thinking of the happy time when they had the "June 1st" as children, they couldn't help but bring up the pen and write down this memory. They were filled with emotion. Please give more guidance! It's a pity that there are no photos at that time, otherwise you can definitely share the happy moment with me!

Good Time Composition (6)

I have a great photo taken on Mingsha Mountain in Xinjiang. I wore a green sweatshirt on my upper body, a pair of khaki slacks on my lower body, and a pair of running shoes on my feet.

It's too hot in Mingsha Mountain. I'm in a place with many trees. We are going to Mingsha Mountain. When we left, I bought a book called "Ancient Culture" for commemoration. An hour later, before entering Mingsha Mountain, my mother put sunscreen on me. Because the temperature there is very high, my skin will be scalded if I am not careful. I put on a pair of glasses, ready to challenge the peak of Mingsha Mountain.

The guide handed in the ticket, and I ran to a camel quickly. I said to my mother, "I will choose this camel, No. 7." My mother took me to an aunt, who helped me tie my foot protector. It's time to start. My mother and I sat on the camel I chose. Ah! The camel suddenly stood up, and it walked. My mother and I were driven by the camel, and we always leaned forward.

Forty minutes later, I don't know where I am. I asked an aunt who was riding a camel, and she said, "In a few minutes, we will reach the top of Mingsha Mountain. You can prepare a large box with many small lizards on the top, so we can catch some more to play with." I said to my mother, "Are there any boxes?" My mother said, "There are two big boxes." I said, "Long live!"

When you reach the peak, you should walk up the ladder. At this time, two little lizards suddenly came. I quietly walked behind them and caught them all. Great! Both were caught. On the peak, a gust of wind and sand hit me, oh! It hurts! I hid behind my mother. I said, "It would be great if there were a bigger lizard." At this time, two bigger lizards climbed up and I rushed to catch them. They fell into my hands before they could react. I laughed and said, "It's true that Cao Cao is coming."

An uncle saw us and asked, "Are you here to skate?" Then he took a pair of sand skateboards. I said, "I'll come first." So my mother and I sat on the sand board. I took the lizard and pushed it forward, and then it slid down with a sound of "sand". I shouted, "How exciting!" After skating on the sand, my mother and I rode on the camel. I asked my mother, "Where is the next destination?"

Mother said: "Crescent Spring, very beautiful." I said: "That must be a good place." Then I sat quietly on the camel's back.

Forty minutes later, we arrived at Crescent Spring, which was really beautiful. I wanted to watch and take photos in the small pavilion of Crescent Spring, but it was too far to go, so I took some photos in the photo scenic spot. Back to the place where the camel stopped, my mother and I got on the camel, and I talked with my mother all the way back to the original place unconsciously.

This photo is really great. I wrote a few words at the back: Wang Yuyi challenged Mingsha Mountain in Xinjiang in 2006, come on! I always put this picture in the Japanese photo frame on my desk.

Everyone needs friends, and so do I. Although I am still young, I have also met all kinds of friends. They have brought me happiness, sadness and even never forget. Therefore, I began to doubt friendship, but when I recalled the happy time with friends, I began to believe in friendship again.

I am a girl, so none of my friends is a boy. I am a very cheerful person, so many friends are my own initiative to know them, and then gradually become friends. Let's talk about the friends who bring me happiness first!

In general, most of everyone's friends bring happiness to them, but I don't need to think of many, many, many people who bring happiness to me. I have a friend who has the same name as me, and we have amazing similarities. We are the same age, but I am one year older than her because I entered school earlier. So every time I see her, she is happy to call me "sister", and I call her "beautiful sister". She is very beautiful and very sweet when she called me "sister". We are always very happy together. It's a pity that I am now in the first day of junior high school and she is now in the sixth grade. We seldom have the chance to meet. But we also met sometimes, when she was still as happy and sweet as before. So we are happy to continue to be sisters.

Of course, many friends have brought me happiness. But there is one person who can say that she makes me very sad, even regretful for this friendship. She and I are in the same grade and have been classmates for five years. She has deep feelings. But in the sixth grade, we were divided into classes. I found that she was estranged from me. Sometimes we meet together, her smile will disappear immediately. In this way, I gradually feel that she has stopped treating me as a friend, which makes me sad for those who value friendship very much. When I think about it, I can't help but feel a pity. After all, our classmates have been happy for five years, I will still feel a little sad when I look back on the past happiness

Now, as usual, I face my parents, teachers and friends every day, carry a schoolbag to school every day. Some friends have gone away from me, and new friends have come to me. What should I do with friendship?

I'm still spending time with friends

Good Time Composition (7)

Childhood time is happy, and "61" is the most unforgettable for every child, because it is the children's own festival—— notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article

As the festival approaches, various activities of the school are also in full swing. At that time, I was in the military drum team of the school. Every day after school, everyone was conscientious in the drill. No one cried hard, no one cried tired, again and again. I am carrying the heaviest and newest drum with high morale. Even if I have blood stains on my shoulders and my wrists are sore and swollen after practicing, but when I think of performing in my own festival, all the hardships are nothing.

How happy it is, how happy it is, how happy it is, how happy it is, how can it be a beautiful memory that can not be abandoned! "61", a paradise for children!

Good Time Composition (8)

In daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the composition of cherishing the good times in the third day of junior high, which I hope will be helpful to everyone.

Janko - an outstanding musical genius who loves music and has musical talent. When others think that the sound of insects and sparrows is disturbing, but he thinks that it is insects playing and sparrows singing, how pleasant and beautiful those sounds are!

Yangke's life is painful. In his lifetime, his greatest wish is to touch the violin of the landlord's servant, but he can't. Finally one day, he could no longer control himself. It seemed that there was an irresistible force pushing him forward, pushing his weak, thin body to the tableware room quietly. He touched the violin he had dreamed of, and he gently played it. But his fate ended. He was sentenced to "stealing" and beaten by the watchman. Surely you would not want to beat him at this time? It will be ready in a few days. But can Yangke's skinny body support it? No, he finally left the evil world on the third day. When he left the world, he must still think how wonderful it would be if I could have a good pull!

Janko is heartbreaking. Looking at his thin body, you will think how dark and heinous the society ruled by the old Poland is. The poor cannot eat enough, while the rich have all kinds of delicacies. It's true: Zhu Men stinks of wine and meat, and there are starving ghosts on the road. Now, under the care of our parents, we talk about nutrition every day, what kind of nutritious bread, nutritious noodles... But we are still not satisfied, and we often waste food, do not care for public property. It's really shameful to think about Yangke.

Yangke often appears in my mind when he wants to touch the violin, which often makes me think deeply. In that dark society, how many Yangke suffered!

There is a world of difference between our life and that of Yangke. Our happiness today is hard won. I must cherish the happy life now, study hard, and become a useful talent of the motherland!

Let's cherish this wonderful time!

Good Time Composition (9)

The two months of summer vacation, July is full and happy.

In July, I visited three places, Qingdao, Suzhou and so on.

I flew from Nanjing to Qingdao from a long distance. On the first day, I went to Laoshan Mountain. After seeing some famous scenic spots of Laoshan Mountain, we went to climb Laoshan Mountain. Because I was young and strong, I soon reached the top of Laoshan Mountain. My grandparents climbed to the middle of the mountain because of their old age, and then returned. The next day, we went to the Underwater World in Qingdao. There were some rare specimens of extinct animals in the Underwater World's Biological Museum, which attracted many people who loved living things. The museum was full of people, and there was no spare space. On the third day, the weather was not very good. We spent the whole day at Shilaoren Beach. On the fourth day, I went to the Polar Ocean World to see a performance. On the fifth day, we packed and went home.

I also went to Suzhou, where embroidery is very famous. I visited the old streets of Suzhou, where there are many grocery stores. August is relatively boring, but I also gained a lot of knowledge in August and read a lot of books, such as The Romantic Journey of Piggy Head, Don't Bake Sausages in Class... I spent other time doing other recreational activities.

In the summer vacation, I have a lot of happy time, but also a lot of harvest.

Good Time Composition (10)

In this summer vacation, a lot of things happened, but one thing I think is the most meaningful. That's our dog.

On the day of August 1, I held a dog from my home. It's called Silence. It's a brown bitch. It's a small dog. However, it is obedient and always follows people's feet. Therefore, it is always kicked and trampled by us carelessly. However, it is still at our feet, even if it is hurt again, it will not leave. You see, he is very persistent. Every time he goes out to play, he will follow me. He has known his home for a long time.

On August 16, Silence and I went shopping. When I got to the meat shop, there were a lot of people, so I waited for me silently outside the door. I waited in the store for a long time, and finally I finished buying. At the door, what's the silence? I wondered if I would be taken away by others, or... I looked around and couldn't see it. So I went home frustrated. When I got home, I saw Silence. How could he go home? My neighbor Dandan said, "Your dog walked faster than you, and he came back long ago." I got it. Silence went home himself, and he thought I was back.

Silence, like people, has human thinking. There is a dog jumping on the dog of the real family. I have a look at the dog of my family. Ah, there is also a dog. I hold a pair of pliers to help it clamp one. Later, it kept moving and could not be clamped. Let mother clamp it. Mother clamped the silent meat and cried silently all the time. We won't clip it, but it is very active. It is afraid of pain, so it won't clip. In fact, we clip it for its own good. Dogs are specialized in sucking its blood. Silence, I'm really sorry, I have to!

You said, is silence obedient? It has human thinking ability and is very strong and persistent. This spirit is exactly what we need. Animals and people are equal, they are all life. We should not only be persistent and strong, but also treat each life kindly!

Good Time Composition (11)

During the summer vacation, my father took me to the countryside for a few days. It is shady with green trees and sunny, not as noisy as in big cities, and there are bursts of frogs at night.

After dinner, my father told me mysteriously that he would take me to a place. My father and I have prepared the tools we need to go there: net bag, hand electricity, bucket

My father took me to a brook. I saw the brook in the moonlight, which was as clear as a transparent ribbon.

My father just told me that we came here to catch crabs. There was a pile of stones around the stream, and there were many crabs under the stones.

Next, I catch crabs with my father. There was a pile of stones around the stream, and there were many crabs under the stones.

Next, I catch crabs with my father. I took a flashlight, and soon found a crab, and quickly grabbed it into the bucket. I felt that I had become a master crab hunter, but I was proud of myself and soon let the second one run away when I caught it. I said to myself angrily, "Why is it so difficult to catch crabs? My father advised me to be more patient to catch more crabs.

I really miss my childhood before, but it flows away like a boat.

Good Time Composition (12)

It is like the sunshine in the morning, illuminating people's hearts; It is like the cool spring rain, washing our soul; It is like a knowledgeable teacher who teaches us the truth of how to behave; It is like a bosom friend, telling me the beauty of the world

I love reading, so I always firmly believe in a famous saying: reading breaks ten thousand volumes, writing like a god. But someone complained: "How tired reading is! Not only do you think with your head, but also your hands are not free. It's better to watch TV!" Yes, reading is really hard, but hard work is valuable. I learned this from the activity "Challenge Thirty Day Reading Plan" held by Xiaoju Deng and benefited a lot!

acid

Reading is really sour! Where is the acid? It's on the arm. I hold a thick book every day, turning pages one by one, writing good words and sentences with my pen, and then copying them in my notebook. My hands are sour, like eating immature plums. Whenever you want to give up, a villain jumps out and says, "Come on! Throughout the past and present, there are so many great people who have read and suffered thousands of times more than you. You can't give up halfway! Think of Chairman Mao, who you admire most, and he can read with relish in the noisy market!" After hearing this, I picked up my books again and read them carefully.

bitter

How hard it is to study! It was summer vacation. My mother reported her composition on the first, third and fifth days, and English and electronic organ on the second, fourth and sixth days. I was so busy! It's really hard to read every day and keep writing reading notes. Sometimes it's already late at night. How I want to forget about books. Then the little man jumped out again and said, "Madame Curie once said, 'Time is like water in a sponge. If you are willing to squeeze it, you will always squeeze it out.' You must persevere!"

sweet

The 30 day reading program ended, and I also won the title of "Scholarly Youth". In the classroom, teachers' congratulations, students' applause, my smile filled my face, like flowers blooming in spring

Book, you opened up my horizon, let me see the beauty of the world, understand the right and wrong of society. I can never forget the taste of reading, like a wisp of medicinal fragrance always lingering in my mind, which can not be swept away for a long time!

Good Time Composition (13)

Gorky told us that "books are the ladder of human progress". Through reading, we can increase our knowledge and insight, and make us become reasonable and have good quality. And reading with my parents can also make me gain more.

This "National Day" holiday, I read "Children, Take Your Time" with my mother, and read "Morning Flowers and Evening Gathering" with my father. Mom and Dad said that reading together with me this time seemed to make them return to their reading times. Mom and Dad were serious when they were reading. They kept writing and making notes in the book, and also read aloud in a low voice from time to time. If we see a piece of sensitive text, we should all stop and discuss it together. Such discussion can make common progress and enhance our relationship. Looking at their earnest reading, I forgot that they were parents who were strict with me at ordinary times, and I felt that they really became my classmates.

My mother said that she would try to learn from her mother in "Take your time, child", and really love her children, not impatient, waiting for her little snail to grow slowly. My father seldom reads such books at ordinary times. He was determined to study with me only after he saw that my classmate's father was so serious about children's affairs and class affairs.

These two books tell us some truth about life and life by writing ordinary things. In the process of studying with our parents, we unexpectedly found that many of our conflicts and quarrels in ordinary times were not good enough, not calm enough, not thinking in other places and thinking for each other.

I am very grateful to the teacher for giving us this holiday assignment, which not only let me gain knowledge, but also let me gain more family affection. After reading two books during the holiday, I found that my mother was no longer nagging, and my father was no longer bossy. I also secretly vowed that we should be more considerate of our parents, try our best to do our own things, and let our parents worry less. These days, my mother and father praised me for being more sensible.

Good Time Composition (14)

When I was young, I lived in the countryside. At that time, without playmates, I played alone in the yard.

The yard was empty, except for a towering banyan tree standing there all the time. The trunk of the old tree has been covered with moss, but its lush crown is full of new green leaves, like a tree of fresh life. The sun is like a flower picking girl, who leaves petals under the shade of a tree, like bright stars in the sky.

I always move a small chair and put it under the shade of a tree. I picked up a fallen leaf and put it gently in front of my nose. The fragrance overflowed into my lungs. When I was sleepy, I lay down on a small chair. In the afternoon, the sun was very soft, and under the shade of the trees, there were bright spots. When the wind blows, it brings cool and comfort, but it also takes away a few leaves for the final journey. Sometimes, when I wake up, it is already dusk, the sun has gone down, and I am covered with fallen leaves.

It was autumn, the harvest season. The full grain crops nodded frequently in the gentle autumn wind, and the aroma of rice ears was floating in the air. The sound of frogs in the fields seemed to celebrate this year's harvest. The adults are busy. So I walked up the ridge of the field, shuttled in the fields, or went to the reeds beside the fields, picked some dogtail grass and held it in my hand. The fields are piled with straw piles, one by one higher than the house. Out of habit, I can climb up three or two times. Straw baked by the sun is very warm, like a quilt in winter. Lie on the top, watch the white clouds floating in the sky, the rice heads dancing together in the fields, listen to the frogs singing in the fields, and gather into a song of joy. I really want to sing with the scenery, but I try my best to endure, for fear of breaking the tranquility of the fields.

In summer, streams are flowing happily. I like this stream and the joy it brings to me. Although there is no fish or shrimp in the stream, it is still a beautiful scene. There is a small bridge on the stream. There is a row of steps ahead of the bridge. I like water very much. I like the feeling of water touching my arms. The stream is lively. The women are washing clothes and singing songs. I play by the stream. The stream is clear, like a green ribbon. At the bottom are pebbles covered with moss. I put my hand into the water, picked up the stream and lifted it to the sky, as if it were a flower blooming in the sky. It's raining! Ripples appeared on the surface of the stream, just like a kind old man's wrinkles when he smiled

Quietly, these days are gone forever, just as they come quietly.

Quietly, these memories are also kept in my heart and will never be lost.

Good Time Composition (15)

Chapter 1: Memories of the good times in primary school

In my drawer, there are beautiful photo albums, which are good memories of my growth. Whenever I open the album, I will think of those childhood memories.

I remember once when my mother took me to take art photos, I jumped three feet high with joy, and rode with my mother to the Children's Photography Studio. Finally, I arrived at my destination in anticipation.

I took my mother's hand and couldn't wait to enter the studio. There were all kinds of cosmetics, as well as a variety of clothes, including casual clothes, ancient clothes, little princess clothes... I was dazzled by the sight of them. I could not help laughing when I imagined that I would be beautiful after wearing them. My mother urged me: "Go and choose some of the most beautiful clothes in your mind!" I just woke up and nodded repeatedly: "Hmm!" I hopped into the clothes selection room and began to choose clothes. I looked left and right, thinking: ah, every dress is so beautiful, which one should I choose? This is really a "painful choice". I can only bear the pain of giving up, carefully selected a few sets of favorite clothes!

With the careful dressing of the makeup artist, I suddenly became the most beautiful "little princess". Looking in the mirror, I proudly thought: this time I must take amazing photos to show the elders how beautiful I am! I happily calculated and waited. After a while, the waiter told us that we could take photos. While accompanying me, my mother said to me, "Don't be nervous and relax when taking photos later, you know?" "Yes, Mom." I poked my tongue out playfully at my mother.

However, when the magnesium lamp warmly covered me and I was ready to take a picture, I was a little overwhelmed. I felt as if a deer was bumping into me. After two or three seconds, what shape should I pose? If it is not well placed, will the photographer say that I am not creative? Just when I was in a dilemma and embarrassed, a voice of encouragement came from my side: "Yufei, come on! Make a good pose and let me see. Aren't you cool at home?" After listening to my mother's words, my inspiration suddenly flashed out, and my heart was full of confidence. I put on a lot of poses in succession, playing a lovely little princess for a while; For a while, she will play the maid of the rich family; Later, he played the role of a magic fairy... The photographer repeatedly shouted "Miao" and kept pressing the shutter in his hand to keep this wonderful moment.

Time passed quickly. It was two o'clock in the twinkling of an eye. My mother and I should also go home, so we reluctantly left the children's studio.

Ah! This is my beautiful childhood memory. It gives me endless aftertaste, as if it happened yesterday.

Chapter 2: Memories of the good times in primary school

Under the lush shade of the trees, cicadas are singing happily. I quietly appreciate all this and feel that I have returned to the good life of my childhood.

When I was young, my mother took me to the countryside. I didn't know anything about it. When I got there, I was attracted by a natural scenery. From that moment on, I knew what a natural beauty is.

Although small grass houses are simple and shabby, they are warm because everyone there is simple and kind.

The vegetable gardens that are green all the year round are bought by farmers through hard work. The golden rape flowers have withered and dense young pods have formed; The black and white broad bean flower has withered, and has grown a small finger like pod; The snow-white radish flower withered, and produced a fluffy seed. With the care of farmers, these vegetable fields are attractive green at any time and in any season. It shows a natural beauty of harmony.

When the sun goes down and a wisp of red glow shines on the countryside in the breeze, farmers will move their meals to the front of the door and eat them in a broad way, talking and laughing. A happy look.

After dinner, they would get together in twos and threes to chat. Even if the birds in the air flew over their heads, these kind villagers would not hurt them.

At night, cicadas, a musician in nature, will sing a beautiful song, which is more crisp and pleasant than a lullaby, and let those who have been busy all day fall asleep sweetly.

The lush shade cast patches of dark green. The cicada may not be as lively as it was originally, but it is always the most lively and lovely in my heart. Because it reminds me of the happy time when I went to the countryside. I love it.

Chapter 3: Memories of the Good Time in Primary School

Although I have graduated from primary school, leaving the school where I have lived for six years, leaving my classmates and teachers, there is one thing that I cannot forget····

One day, I was finishing my Chinese homework. Suddenly a teacher came and asked our boys for help. I put down my pen and went to help.

After a while, I came back. Just when I was ready to continue, I was surprised to find that the pen was missing! So I looked carefully at the table, the platform and the ground again, but I still found nothing. So my eyes turned to my iron friend Dong De. I could not help but walk over and say, "Did you take my pen?

Dong De answered casually, "No, wow! I have so many pens myself, why take your pens?"

Because you feel bored, you just took it away. Give it to me quickly. I will hand in my homework later. If you refuse to hand in your homework, hurry up, or I will talk to you. I said angrily

Dong De said angrily, "No, no, I didn't take it anyway!

So I went to do my job and he went to do his job. Until the afternoon, we didn't make up

Just when I was about to take the school bus, my deskmate Yu Simin ran over and gave me the pen I had lost in the morning

I said, "Did Dong have to ask you to apologize?"

No, you misunderstood him. I saw a pen on the ground, thought no one wanted it, and took it away. I didn't expect it to be. I didn't expect it to come to this. I'm sorry!

Ah! I blamed him wrongly. I felt guilty that I was still unhappy on Sunday. When I returned to school, I apologized to him, and he forgave me, so we made up again

Although it has been a long time, I still remember it fresh. So please cherish everyone around you, because you may not meet in the next life.

Good Time Composition (16)

The falling leaves and the feeling of falling in love make me recall the junior high school days that it accompanied me through.

That year, we were all ignorant, as if we were muddling through the years. That year, we always laughed, as if everything was far away from us. We liked to play, chase and fight in front of the classroom after class. In that year, we didn't know how to grow up. We didn't have much to think about. We quietly enjoyed the dull sunshine every day in the "ivory tower".

That year, we liked the woods at school. The forest gives people a quiet and elegant feeling, with a shallow pond beside it. When the wind blows, the trees are whirling and sparkling. In the morning, there will be a sound of reading and rustling leaves. The rising sun is an indelible clarity in memory. Sometimes, if I don't go home during the big break, I will run here alone for nothing but to sit quietly and watch the sunset, or I will casually turn over my favorite magazine. Bowing your head is a graceful article; Looking up is a poetic sunset. The setting sun, which was like a rouge cake with water in it, had fallen straight into a puffy cloud. Such years are simple and pure, with faint wind traces.

That year, I liked to write articles. The lovely Chinese teacher organizes those boring words into beautiful melodies. He quoted extensively, talked about the past and the present, and sometimes spoke in an eloquent and generous manner, breaking the monotonous pattern in my mind and opening the door to flexibility. "I write my heart". I find that I can also write pleasant words to express my joy and sorrow.

That year, it began to become confused. Time has forced us to grow up, facing the third year of junior high school and the increasingly tense curriculum. It suddenly dawned on us that growth is all about doing what we don't understand. Gradually getting used to it, we can't predestine all the beginning, we can't escape all the constraints like hiding in the game, we can't be willing or unwilling, regardless of whether we accept or not. It's like a formula that follows. No doubt, no one can change any number or symbol in it.

That year, we gradually grew up. In this quiet and noisy campus, there are conscientious and amiable teachers: there are friends who have cried and laughed together; Three years of flying youth in junior high school are engraved with our beautiful memories.

Memories are cruel, because they cannot be repaired. I Memories are precious, because those beautiful things cannot be replayed, nor can they be changed. Like the beautiful pollen on the petals of life, it disappears when the wind blows. Missing is like a door that cannot be closed tightly. There is happiness dust in the air, walking in missing. Those people and things have accompanied me for three years; Those memories, packed into the travel bag of life, accompany me to go far away.

Good Time Composition (17)

Four years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I have grown up unconsciously. But I will never forget the wonderful time and happy memories of my childhood.

My friends, where was your first day of classes? I guess it must be a kindergarten. How did you feel when you went there on the first day? Let me tell you|

That was when I was five years old. In fact, at that time, I wanted to be like other children. At home, I am the apple of my parents' eyes. Every day, I do nothing but eat, drink, play and sleep. At that time, I was happy like a little penguin.

But terrible things will happen after all. One day, my mother saw that other people's children had gone to school, so she found a kindergarten for me right away when she came back, and sent me away the next day. Because I was young at that time, I didn't know anything, and I didn't stay alone, so I cried when I saw a stranger.

I heard from my mother that I cried when I first arrived at the kindergarten. It was said that many people gathered to watch me. My mother sent me there to leave, but I just held her hand, but she finally escaped by plane. I cried for a long time. Some children cried when they saw me crying. The teachers were in a hurry. Finally, they had to call my mother to pick me up.

But the next day, my mother still sent me here. I had no choice but to let her do so. For a long time, I don't cry anymore, because they are always so powerful that I admire them all the time. Until now, I still clearly remember their "cruel means"