Miss the excellent composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. How to write a good composition? The following is my carefully compiled essay "Remember Excellent Works". Welcome everyone to learn from it. I hope it helps you.

I miss my excellent composition 1 and feel my friend's love for me for the first time.

The first friendship made me feel the care of my friends.

I still remember that day, we went to play in the yard together. We decided to have a running race. Here we go. I run faster, so I'm in front. At this time, I accidentally stepped on the air and fell into the mud. My knee is cut and bleeding. Rou, Yao, Xian and Xing saw it and immediately helped me up. Rou carried me to the steps. Yao Hexian went home to get the medicine and used some leaves to help me stop bleeding. Rou took the medicine and gently rubbed it for me. While rubbing, she asked me how I was. After a while, the bleeding stopped and I was much better. We played happily together again. At lunch time, we decided to cook a special dish for everyone. Everyone's food is delicious. In the evening, we had a barbecue in the yard. It was delicious. On this day, we had a good time.

I feel the love of my friends, let me know that this is friendship!

Miss the excellent composition 2. The sky is so beautiful after the rain. A dazzling rainbow appeared at the junction of heaven and earth. After a little washing by light rain, the earth became wet, and the green trees and grass on the side were stained with dew, which became an ornament in nature.

At the moment, I am still a petite child. I'm lying on that land, my clothes are as wet as it, and I feel very cold. I stared at the sky, and the dark clouds had dispersed, only to see the dazzling sunlight shining on my face, which made my eyes half open and half closed. I closed my eyes and listened to the sweet birds singing softly. I felt a strong wind blowing head-on, and it blew away pieces of dead leaves. The wind is like the rhythm in the sound, and the fallen leaves flutter with its melody and gently fall to the ground.

Unfortunately, these scenes will not appear in front of my eyes again, but will be deeply imprinted in my mind, unforgettable and unforgettable. Now when I wake up, I will hear the unpleasant sound of construction, cranes and the collision between bricks and iron blocks, which has been lingering in my ears. When I opened the window, I couldn't see the bright sunshine, but all kinds of tall buildings blocked it and became an obstacle between me and it.

I threw myself on the bed and put my face on the pillow to keep my eyes from falling. I miss my childhood life very much, so carefree; Miss your close contact with nature; Miss beautiful birds and insects; Miss that beautiful rainbow; Miss the weather after the rain; I miss the melody of the wind and the footsteps of fallen leaves. I miss everything in my childhood. For me, these things can only be missed again and again, missed again and experienced again.

I am very happy. I have such an unforgettable past. In the future, I will cherish all valuable things and all kinds of once-in-a-lifetime opportunities, instead of missing and regretting.

You have no idea how much I miss the past. When I saw the photo of my long hair, my tears slowly flowed down; Seeing the photos that I was very happy with my parents before, my tears quietly flowed down again.

It's not that my family has been changed, I just miss my old self. Miss me who will cry, miss me with long hair and shawl, miss me who is innocent ... miss the past that is gone forever.

When did I get so worried? Since when am I always so sad? Since when can I only look for happiness in fantasy? "

I used to be an optimist, and I didn't seem to know what sadness was. However, I wrote in my diary of 20xx65438+1October 65438+June: Do you believe it? I feel inferior, too. From that day on, I felt inferior for the first time. Maybe from that day on, I am no longer an optimist.

Time swallowed up the past and left memories. I remember what I remember more than once. A person, a tree, a photo, a place … I really want to cry. Happiness that has passed away. Not only become things, but also become people. How I wish everything would go back to the past, when my grandfather was still there, so it would not be just a memory.

I miss myself in the past, and everything is beautiful. To tomorrow.

I have never seen my grandfather since I was born. I have a special nostalgia for my grandfather, and I can't tell you how much I miss him.

Dad said that grandpa has been ill in bed since his cousin was born a few days ago. I know the pain of grandpa in bed, and I also know the pain of grandma, dad and aunt. But grandpa still didn't get through this painful difficulty and left us.

Dad also said that grandpa and aunt are about the same, taller than her, about 1.7 meters long, honest, simple, kind and hardworking. Today, I sympathize with my wet nurse. How lonely I am living in a big abandoned house!

When I was in the third grade, the school issued several student newspapers. In the evening, I can read the student newspaper freely. I read an article about my grandfather, but I read it as grandfather. My mother laughed at me, and I cried and said, I miss my grandfather so much. Dad came to comfort me and said nothing. Grandpa often comes to sleep at night. In my dream, Grandpa told me to study hard and so on. When I woke up the next morning, my pillow was a little wet.

I miss grandpa so much. Grandpa, where are you? Come back!

I miss that excellent composition. Childhood memories are always green and beautiful, just like a new fruit, sour and sour, which can be savored carefully, but also a little sweet. There are always many interesting things in childhood, like the stars in the sky, which can't be counted with both hands. I can only spread it out one by one in my heart and slowly miss the good old days.

My childhood playmate was my neighbor's brother, two years older than me. He always has a lot of fantastic ideas and plays some new games every time. Sometimes we will be quiet, copy and draw in front of various picture books, and then take the pictures to our parents for money and sugar. Or take white paper and fold it into boats and boats, gently put it on the blue stream in front of the door and watch them drift away. ...

Of course, quiet time is a minority after all. Our favorite game is "Rolling Circle". My brother's grandfather is a carpenter, but he knows a little about iron. He often makes iron rings for us by hand. We usually start from my brother's yard, walk in front of my house, and then go back to his house. Maybe I was young, not good at this game, and often had iron rings, but that didn't affect my love for this game. When I am free, I will run around my yard with a hoop and practice over and over again. I failed again and again, fell again and again, got up again and again, and I don't know how many times I bent down to pick up the hoop on the ground. Finally found the skill of rolling iron ring. When I played with my friends again, they all marveled at my progress.

Now I am far away from the world that carries my wonderful childhood, and all the shadows of my childhood seem to have disappeared. However, the wonderful enlightenment from my childhood experience is: "Where there is a will, there is a way". It inspires me again and again when I encounter difficulties, and makes me regain my confidence when I encounter various difficulties in my life. I often miss the good old days.

Paper airplanes, bamboo kites and dandelions are flying spirits, carrying pure dreams and flying to the blue sky. Just because of childhood, just because of nostalgia.

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Stepping on colorful flowers, I went home. Some people's walls are covered with dried ribbons.

The scenery along the road is particularly beautiful today. Just because it is another June day, some people think it is naive to celebrate Children's Day after junior high school. However, I will seriously finish the Children's Day of the second day of junior high school, enjoy it and be very happy.

I forgot how I walked past the primary school in a daze, and how I stumbled happily through my childhood. I dreamed of Doraemon's convenient bag, raised Xiao Zhi's pet machine, learned Conan's great wisdom, and lost my childhood and freedom, but I was still childlike and stubbornly wanted to celebrate Children's Day. Childlike heart? Oh, I'm not old. Why do you say it? !

But very tired. I only hope that I can lie on the long lake with tender grass in my mouth and dream silly dreams, and the dreams will pass.

There are flowers and grass in the dream, an old house and me as a child. The peeling wall still leaves childhood words, study hard, grow up every day, I want to be a scientist, learn from Lei Feng, and touch these immature words. Now I can only smile bitterly and look at my negative self, speechless.

It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. You, as a child, can teach me. What should I do?

It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. Now, cheer up and stick to it.

In this month, I spent it with many good friends. But these good friends are not from school, but from training classes. Some of these students want to be writers, some want to be painters and some want to be singers. Although these people are not from Cixi, they are hardworking and friendly.

My deskmate is a very talented person. Her name is Huang. She can draw pictures, write novels and sing many songs. In class, we should also speak actively and listen carefully. In every class, she will carefully write everything the teacher says in her notebook. When class was over, I said to her, "You love studying! You must be the monitor of your class! " She smiled and said to me, "I just have nothing to do, so I just write there." I am indeed the monitor of our class. " This is only the first day.

Later we became good friends. Maybe it's because the voices are too close, so I fantasize that I can be together as a couple. Sing together. Let everyone hear our songs. Everyone is talking and laughing together.

Of course, others are also very kind to me. I am very happy every day, with a smile on my face. In this month, I lived like a fairy.

Now I really want to go back to that month, have fun with my friends and sing heartily. Let time stay in that month forever.

I miss that time!

Miss excellent composition 8, she is smart and witty; She, Hope, is lovely; She, helping others; She is an unforgettable person in my childhood.

I remember that after school, the weather suddenly changed and it rained cats and dogs. I didn't bring my umbrella, so I had to wait for my mother at the school gate. When she was ready to go home after the duty that day, she saw that I was still standing at the school gate and didn't go home. She came up gently and asked doubtfully, "Why don't you go home?" I replied falteringly, "I, I don't have an umbrella." Oh, I see, she said, pulling my arm; Let me take you home. I declined and said, "No, we don't take the main road. In the opposite direction If you take me home, you have to make a big detour to get home. " She smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Let's go. " With that, he opened the umbrella. This umbrella is big enough to squeeze the two of us together, and we walked with a smile. At that time, I felt that going home with my partner seemed much faster than walking alone, and we got home soon. She put away her umbrella when I got to the door. I asked her gratefully, "Do you want to sit in my house for a while?" She waved her hand and said, "No, you should go home quickly. You are already late today, be careful that your father will criticize you. " At some point, I opened my umbrella again. Suddenly, I saw that her left side was wet all over. I stopped her to tell her, but she casually said, "Nothing, just a little water, not cold." It turns out that when she opened an umbrella, it covered more than half of me, and she only had a little here. Result. The next day she called in sick and the teacher told us that she had a high fever. I feel so guilty that I really want to visit her at her house.

She is a memorable friend, a kind, fair and self-sacrificing friend. She is my good partner-Faye.

I have been studying in Chenguang Primary School in Zhanjiang since I was six and a half years old, and I will come to Shenzhen to study after I finish the second book of Grade Two.

I remember once, my mother and I went back to Zhanjiang to do business. On the way by car, I passed the gate of Chen Guang Primary School. I really wanted to stop and visit my alma mater. At that moment, I thought of my respected teacher and lovely classmates. I really hope to visit my alma mater in Zhanjiang one day. Up to now, I only remember the name of one teacher and the names of four classmates: Teacher, Teacher, Ye and Wei Hong. These classmates left a deep impression on me. I wonder if they remember me? I don't think so. It's been a long time. I still remember thinking that the music teacher's name was Miss Liang. At that time, when you were in music class, you always asked us to greet you with music.

When I was at my alma mater, my grades were not very good, because I didn't go to work and study at that time, and I felt very ashamed. I want to behave well like Lao Lishi and win glory for my alma mater. In my alma mater, there are many things that I remember vividly. When I was in grade one or two in primary school, I became a sports committee member. Now I really want to stay at that time, miss the scene where the PE teacher played ball with us, and miss the time when I led the team as a sports committee member. I finally found my childhood! But all this has passed, and I hope to stay in the happy time forever, but time waits for no one, so it passed, so it passed. I really miss Mr. Pan Yi in those days. You have been guiding me severely. Thank you, Mr. Panyi.

I really miss my alma mater. It was your memory that made me find a happy childhood. Thank you!

Miss the excellent composition 10. Maybe it's because of "shining". It hasn't snowed this winter, and the temperature has soared to more than 20 degrees. It's a pity because I like playing with snow very much.

I'm afraid it won't snow again this winter

I was going to eat noodles in the morning, but I was confused by the sudden white color. On the roof, balcony, tree and ground, the whole world is silvery white. And the sky, what is the white shiny thing floating down from the sky? Like salt and sugar; Not salty or sweet as sugar ... it's snowing! The long-lost snow finally appeared before my eyes, and I was ecstatic.

Snow is strange. They are not boring at all. Snowflakes are falling quietly, big, small, four-petalled and six-petalled. This piece is like a flying butterfly, and that piece is like a pear in full bloom; This piece on the eyebrow looks like a bright star, and this piece on the sleeve looks like a flying catkin ... It snowed heavily until noon the next day. As the saying goes, "Snow shines in a bumper year", and this year is another bumper year!

In the afternoon, I climbed the mountain, and from a distance, the distance was white. Several children younger than me are playing happily in the snow, and their laughter makes people feel happy. Perhaps, the snow is also secretly laughing somewhere.

In this way, snowflakes scrambled to fall from the mysterious kingdom of heaven and throw themselves into the arms of Mother Earth.

Xue, I hope you will always be with us and bring joy to the children.

Miss the excellent composition 1 1 "It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Tomb-Sweeping Day is an important festival among many of our traditional festivals. Tomb-Sweeping Day, every family should be Ai Jiao, a youth league, and go up the mountain to worship their ancestors.

Whenever we visit Tomb-Sweeping Day, we will definitely visit the old lady's grave. Put chicken, duck, fish and a bottle of white wine in a bamboo basket and carry it up the hill. It rains every time I go to worship my ancestors. The hillside is particularly slippery, and you have to fall back and forth for more than a dozen times. When I got to the old lady's grave, Grandpa first cut the grass on the grave with a sickle. Then put a circle of firecrackers on the grave, and with the crackling sound, drive away all those bad things. Put the vegetables in the bamboo basket in front of the old lady's grave and pour the white wine in front of the grave, hoping that the old lady in the sky can also drink a glass of good wine. Then I will burn paper money. While burning paper money, I secretly looked at the adults and found them looking up at the sky. In a trance, I seem to see their eyes moist. They should be thinking about the old lady. Looking at the smoke on the mountain, it has gone up into the sky and it is still raining. The sky is overcast and there is no sun in sight. The sun is probably obscured by this deep yearning.

Love jiaozi is also the highlight of Tomb-Sweeping Day. Grandma washes the wormwood first and cooks it in the pot. I leaned over the pot and smelled it, and the smell of wormwood came to my face. Grandma took the cooked wormwood out of the pot. Take a big kitchen knife, skillfully chop wormwood into slag, put it in fine gauze, filter it, and then put it in a pot for heating. Then use it to knead glutinous rice flour and choking rice flour into a long blue dough, and then wrap it like jiaozi, but only one size bigger than ordinary jiaozi.

Ai jiaozi is steaming in the pot, and we pester grandma to tell us about Ai jiaozi. This glutinous rice ball can ward off evil spirits. As the saying goes, "Eating glutinous rice balls on Qingming Day is not afraid of showers." It often rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day, so I ate Ai Gao or Ai Jiao. It is said to have the effect of preventing the body from being damaged by rain.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is great, with not only good wishes, but also thoughts all over the sky.

Miss the excellent composition 12. What is missed is to say everything, and what is missed is to dream together. What I miss is the wordless touch, and what I miss is the absolute passion.

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Guess what, when you say, you give up; I tell you, I let go of my heart is sad, but I don't want to say anything more, so I was silent.

In the mailbox, the sending address is you and the writing address is me. I deleted a lot of content before sending it, and then I typed the keyboard, but I still didn't have the courage to press that key. This is called "sending". In this way, over and over again, I don't know how much I wrote, and finally I deleted it and wrote a short sentence.

Looking at the lonely clouds in the sky outside the window, they didn't move. This time, it's much quieter. I feel that those happy things in the past are like movies, and they are repeated over and over again in my mind until I can't support my memories and give up.

Memories are full of laughter. It's just that there are too many memories about you in my memory, which is in sharp contrast with now. It was dark and I was indifferent. No longer beautiful, why do you remember. But after all, I used to be, and I have memories that I want to forget but I can't forget.

In the summer rain, we hid under an umbrella and ran together in the rain. Now it's just a sad memory, as if everything on the ground and in my heart was submerged and washed away like that heavy rain.

I miss those.

I remember that birthday, that song, that starry sky. ...

I missed the excellent composition13 20xx1010/2/0/0, in the morning. As soon as the bell woke me up, my right eyelid kept jumping, and I was very upset. Suddenly, a phone call separated me from grandpa.

The phone woke my mother, and her eyes were wet after answering the phone. I asked my mother what happened, but she didn't say anything. Then I went to school. But I feel very uneasy. Finally, I stayed up until noon after school. I hurried to the door of the store, but the store was closed. By the time I got home, the house was closed. I'm starting to worry. What happened to grandma's house? I brought this idea to grandma's door. There are many people around grandma's house. I rushed up and went into the yard. I froze and saw my grandfather's kind face-the grandfather in the portrait. I am dull and don't know how to deal with it. I stood for a long time and walked slowly into the house. When I saw it, my mother and father were kneeling there without god.

The sound of sighing and burning tin foil in the room made a thin layer of smoke appear in front of my eyes, which became an agreement with my grandfather when I was a child. At that time, I was still young, and my grandfather could no longer walk. Grandpa told me that whoever moves first and walks fast between us will win. We also pull the hook. The voice of "hanging by a hook, never changing for a hundred years" still lingers in my ears. Grandpa, let's work together. Let's go But, grandpa, you lied to me, you lied to me. You promised me that we would work hard together, cheer together and study together. But, I try, I can run, and you? You lie down forever.

Grandpa, I love you, and you will live in my heart forever.

Miss the excellent composition 14. Holding a plastic photo and looking at the slightly stooped figure on the vibrant green grass, nostalgia arises spontaneously.

In primary school, my math teacher's surname was Zhang. She is short, short hair and a little fat, giving people an amiable feeling.

But she is very strict with us. In class, she will pay close attention to the state of each classmate. If someone talks or dozes off, they will be criticized mercilessly. She will explain her homework carefully every day. If she can't, she will sit in front of you and sort out your thoughts step by step. But if you don't change it, she will let you take care of your parents. For students with learning difficulties in the class, she calls them "poor families". Although the name is not pleasant to hear, she keeps them for serious counseling and encouragement after school every afternoon. She gave them a taste of the sweetness of studying hard and made them feel the joy of traveling in the ocean of knowledge. Some people will become top students in the future, and they are very grateful to Teacher Zhang.

One day, Teacher Zhang came to class as usual. Everyone sat up straight, no one dozed off, and the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly. Teacher Zhang suddenly smiled. However, no one has found that Mr. Zhang seems to be less energetic and impassioned than before. Her waist doesn't seem to be as straight as before. ...

When I went to deliver my homework, I found Mr. Zhang holding a bottle in his left hand and rubbing his waist in his right hand. The teacher next to her said that Miss Zhang accidentally fell down and could have left work, but she insisted on coming, saying that she was worried about us. I suddenly felt a sour feeling in my eyes, but I held back. Teacher Zhang hates boys' parents.

Today is the day to shoot graduation photo. Teacher Zhang had to walk slowly downstairs. There are many classmates beside me, some walk in front to protect Mr. Zhang, and some want to help but are rejected. In the "click" sound of the shutter, we will always remember Teacher Zhang and miss her strict requirements for us.

Teachers are engineers of the human soul and the most glorious profession under the sun. I will always miss our ordinary and great teacher Zhang.

Miss the excellent composition 15 miss, arouse the waves of the lake in our hearts. I miss it because I lost it; Because we missed it, we can get it back.

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I don't know when to say goodbye to elegance, exquisiteness and subtlety, and people bid farewell to nostalgia.

"Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss tapestry hang down" is a graceful catkin gesture. I remember someone once praised her posture in the wind. "The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. " But nowadays, wicker is called a synonym for weakness.

I don't know when the old songs were forgotten. "The moon is like Bai Lianhua walking through the clouds, and the evening breeze blows a burst of songs ..." "Let's paddle and push the waves away ..." The ballads that often hang on our lips in childhood have been replaced by one pop song after another. I don't understand that pop songs seem to be out of date in the new century and become the "garbage" of the times.

I don't know when the revolutionary spirit of hard struggle will be forgotten. People only know how to drive motorcycles in busy downtown areas; I only know how to count his stacks of hundred-dollar bills in the secret room; I only know singing and dancing crazily in karaoke; All I know is to enjoy the beauty of life in a five-star hotel ... "The Red Army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan has only leisure", all of which have been forgotten.

I don't know when the beautiful natural scenery has been replaced by one tall building after another. Hiding in the stone forest, you can't see the bright moon or the stars. In addition to the wall, there is a thick wall around.

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Oh, I don't want it. I want to shout for everything we have lost. Friends, please remember everything we once had. It is my mother who sings old folk songs to put us to sleep every night. It is the spirit of hard work and plain living that saved us in China; It is the beautiful starry sky and nature that accompany us through a spring and autumn period.

In other words, we have lost it, but what we have lost can be regained. Please open our hearts and let our beautiful memories last forever.

Missing makes the horizon close at hand.