My past composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone has tried to write a composition, which requires a complete text structure and must avoid an endless composition. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following are the past compositions I collected for you. Welcome to share.

My past composition 1 childhood is a lamp, everyone hopes it will be on forever, but it will go out one day; Childhood is a painting, in which bits and pieces of childhood are painted; Childhood is a poem, but it always makes people understand childhood. Then I am no exception. I think my childhood was quite happy.

One winter in 20xx, our school had a holiday because of a snowstorm. I watched TV at home for a while and felt bored. I leaned over the window and looked out. I saw the snow fluttering outside, and the snow covered the car as if wearing a white coat. A good idea came to me at once. Why don't I go out and play for a while? I put on a thick snow-proof coat, hat, scarf and gloves, and my whole body was "wrapped" except for a pair of eyes. Father is playing with a laptop in bed, and he can't play anything but fighting landlords. Father thought it was very interesting, so I "confiscated" my father's computer and helped him put on snow-proof props. I play snowman with my father. We made a snowman's body first, and then made a big snowball as his head next to it. But when I picked up the snowball and put it on me, it fell apart. I have no choice but to do it again. This was repeated three times and finally succeeded. My father cut two potatoes and made snowman's eyes and mouth with carrots. Finally, it was finished.

I have a snowball fight with my parents and brother, provided that I don't hit my face. My father and I are a group, and my brother and mother are a group. My mother is always a victim and always beaten. Even her brother, a member of the team, deliberately hit my mother with a snowball.

Soon, the day passed. This is childhood. In my mind, childhood is not about eating, drinking and having fun every day, nor how much money there is at home. I think childhood is a kind of heartfelt happiness.

This is one of my childhood memories, which makes me happier and makes me understand what childhood is. ,

My past composition 2 Everyone has his own past, beautiful or sad, but it is hidden in the bottom of my heart and has not been discovered. But whatever the past is, it has become the past. Looking back now, some are funny, some are sad, some are angry and some are sorry. Today I'm going to tell you a story I regret.

This is a sad pet affair. At that time, I was about nine years old Because I did well in the exam, grandpa agreed to let me have a rabbit. My rabbit was bought at the flower, bird, fish and insect market. Maybe we hit it off, or it likes my smell. Anyway, when I put it on the ground with some rabbits, it was the only one who stayed on my feet. Then I bought it. Because it is black and small, it is named "Little Black". Blackie is very good. Unlike other rabbits, it usually goes to the newspaper near the flowerpot to solve it. Because of this, it can "play" in my bedroom, and grandpa likes it very much. Time goes by. In a blink of an eye, Xiaohei 1 year-old, and she became a big black. She is smarter, more sensible and more considerate. Sometimes one look and one action can get the message, but one day, I have a fever. Dahei doesn't know why the door of my room is locked, and I don't know that I won't go out. Maybe I was trapped in its logic, so I was used. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

This is what I regret. I lost a good friend because I didn't open the door in time.

My past composition 3 When I opened the photo album, a graduation photo came into view, and my memory returned to primary school, back to that place at that time. I can't help laughing at the thought of him. he is ...

The circle of life is really small, and the circle of school is even smaller. In primary school, he was a big shot. At school, he was notorious for being naughty. He is the most troublesome student for the teacher, and it breaks the heart of the class teacher.

God really cares for me. I have been unlucky for eight generations. The teacher just let me sit at the same table with him. Alas, it is inevitable to accommodate his naughty childishness.

The deskmate always likes "provocation": if you want to ask a question, you can knock your head with a pen and drink "the drink of the wise" at the same time. Put my scraps of paper and words together, read them out loud and say something that makes people laugh and cry. When I was so angry that I couldn't speak, he smiled as if he were proud of something.

His greatest career is sleeping. He often wakes up after class. His mouth is not idle, humming "I love you, love you, just like a mouse loves rice" all day. Once I was thinking about a topic and was interrupted by his song "Beauty". I shouted angrily, "What are you singing? If the mouse loves rice, let it sing to rice. Are you a mouse? "

"Shout what roar? Our eyes are as big as those of cattle, and we resolutely implement the policy of good-neighborliness and friendship. Besides, good men don't fight with women. "

"Dogs don't spit ivory."

"You spit one out for me." Well, this is equivalent to calling me ... I can't take it anymore. Since the enemy has so arrogantly lit the fuse of war, there is nothing to waste your breath anyway. I stared and prepared to do it.

"A gentleman talks but doesn't do it."

"I am not a gentleman, take it." He tasted my strength, didn't dare to parry, and ran away despondently. He still remembers shouting, "Heroes don't eat immediate losses, it's best to plan thirty-six."

It used to be a pleasure to want to sit at the same table, but now we have to go our separate ways. The thought of these stings our hearts and makes us reluctant to give up. ...

My past composition 4 Time goes by inadvertently, and my childhood burns out slowly in the long river of time, but there are always some interesting past events that bloom in the burnt-out soil like fragrant flowers and overflow with sweetness in my heart.

Look! I saw the most interesting and fragrant flowers.

A cold wind shook the window, and passers-by were wrapped in clothes under the attack of the cold wind. I lingered in the warm bed for a long time and didn't want to open my eyes. My mother gently pushed open the door, put something on my desk and closed the door slowly.

Today is my birthday. This should be my gift, I thought sleepily. However, birthday gifts can't be peeked in advance. I struggled to open my eyes and vaguely saw a pink box, but the winter sun shone into the curtains and cast a gentle touch. With this tenderness, I quickly closed my eyes again.

When the sleepy man was finally driven away by me, I cleaned up and came to the table. Curiosity drives me. I finally couldn't help it, and I planned to take a look in advance.

In order not to disturb my parents, I ran barefoot and tiptoed to the present. My eyes were fixed on the huge gift box in front of me, and my expectation seemed to shoot out through the gift box. I can't close my mouth at the thought of my favorite gift, and my mouth is so happy that it is almost attached to my ear.

I carefully picked up this box embedded with pink diamond, which was decorated with small green leaves. It was exquisite. I am very religious. I regard it as priceless. I opened it excitedly, and suddenly my head was splashed with cold water. The result is an empty box. I frowned in frustration, and the excitement in my eyes immediately turned into loss.

At this time, my mother pushed open the door and gave me the real gift with a smile, with a proud face of success in mischief. Looking at my mother's long-cherished quicksand ledger, my tears instantly recovered my eyes and I was as happy as a monkey, jumping three feet high. I have never had such an interesting birthday again.

The memory of childhood is like a cup of black tea, which keeps warming my heart and is worth savoring and remembering.

My past composition 5 Those past events are like toys discarded when I was a child. Once I found it, it immediately came to my mind.

Those past events are like some abandoned things locked in the utility room. If you open them, those sundries will be scattered all over the floor like beautiful memories.

Those past events are like a lot of wheat in the warehouse. Once the warehouse is opened, the wheat will fly out like the past.

Those past events are like computers in front of us. As soon as the computer is turned on, there will be countless digital information in the computer.

I am ten years old, and I like writing, because it can make your sentences beautiful.

I am ten years old, and I like playing basketball, which can make you grow taller.

I am ten years old. I like writing, which can improve my study and preview what I can't learn.

We can't live without the past, nor can we count the past. I remember once before, there was a chair-grabbing competition in the class. Five students and four chairs were selected in the class. The game has started. We ran together and rushed to the route. Everyone is sitting in a chair. Because I'm not fast enough, I have to go back to my seat and can't take part in the competition any more. Everyone laughed.

The second round of the game has begun. Zhang Dafeng and Wang Xiaoxing ran the fastest and rushed to the finish line. But after a while, why are there chairs? It turned out that Wang Afa and Wang Acai collided together, and Zhang Dafeng shouted, "Hurry up, it's not too late!" Wang Afa got up and jumped into the chair. Before Wang Acai understood what was going on, he got to his seat. There are two chairs, hurry up! Everyone jumped and jumped, and Wang Xiaoxing jumped on the chair first. Because Zhang Dafeng had long legs, he jumped on the last chair, so Wang Afa had to return to his seat.

I have a lot of past events. My past is like the stars in the sky. This is one of my past events.

My past composition 6 stars in the sky one by one, interesting things in my heart one by one, "make-up" makes me remember it vividly.

One day, my kindergarten classmates came to my house to be a guest. She just came back from America. I haven't seen her for years. She is much more beautiful. The clear and bright pupils are flashing, as if they can talk. Curved arch eyebrows, long eyelashes tremble slightly, and white and flawless skin reveals a hint of pink, tender and tender, which will be broken when blown. Thin lips are as delicate as rose petals. Although I can't see her under the bangs, I can clearly see that her cheeks on both sides and her slender white neck behind her are all red, purplish and white, and beautiful.

She is very polite, and everyone nods and smiles. Her mother saw it and praised her: "Wanning is really getting more and more beautiful!" I was unconvinced and thought; "Hum, what's the big deal? Isn't it just whiter skin and bigger eyes? No matter how good she is, she is also someone else's daughter. I am your daughter! " After a while, the rest of the family went out. I walked to the mirror in three steps, took a left photo and looked at the right photo. Don't I feel beautiful, too?

I went into my mother's room and picked up a bottle of whitening cream on the dresser. Then look in the mirror. I touched some from the inside with my hand and put it on my face, left and right. Finally finished! I took my mother's eye shadow again and chose the strongest purple. Oh, dear! Too much eye shadow, slipping from the corner of my eye! Whitening cream is useless! I immediately washed my face with water and applied whitening cream. Then pick up the pen and prepare to apply eye shadow. Just then, mother opened the door with the key. I panicked and accidentally painted my face. "What are you doing?" "No, no, no ... nothing." Mother suddenly exclaimed, as if she had discovered a new continent. "What happened to your face?" I sat on the ground and burst into tears, but my mother laughed so hard that I couldn't wait to find a hole to get into. It's really embarrassing.

As time went by, I grew up slowly, but this childhood memory made me unforgettable for a long time.

My past composition 7 wants to tell interesting stories about my childhood. Everyone has it. Then listen to me. If you want to laugh after listening, laugh as much as you want, because when I heard my mother mention it, I also laughed so hard that my stomach ached. That was when I was three years old. One noon, my mother was cooking lunch. I stood beside my mother and looked up at the scratching pot. Mom always says, "Baby, get out of the way, don't get burned by oil!" " "But I didn't know anything at the time. I just cried, rowed, shouted and laughed. Therefore, when I heard my mother's voice when I was a child, I smiled happily. Mom said it several times, but I didn't think I didn't understand it. Finally, he impatiently carried me to the stool. Haha, naughty, how can I be idle? But I didn't go back to the kitchen to watch my mother cook. Guess what I'm going to do I ran to the kitchen to get a small bowl, found a plastic stool, clumsily knelt on it to get the spoon on the shelf, and finally returned to the stool happily. The mother put a question mark in her heart: What does the boy want? Listen carefully, I began to imitate my mother's cooking. First, I poke it into the bowl with a spoon. If it doesn't sound like it, I added a little "dubbing": I pursed my mouth and blew through my nose. This sound is very similar! Seeing me like this, my mother "sloped" and I smiled, even happier than before. Mother told me about it. When I mentioned it again, everyone around me laughed, and I laughed, not only because it was interesting, but also because I had such an interesting childhood.

My Past Composition 8 Whenever I open the pencil case and see my favorite mechanical pencil, that touching scene often floats in my mind.

That was a long time ago. It happened when I was in grade one. Once, my mother bought me a mechanical pencil. I couldn't put it down, and even put it under my pillow. One day, I went to my mother's house for the night. As soon as I got home, it began to rain heavily. I was doing my homework by the window at night, and I accidentally threw my pen out of the window with a wave of my hand. It's over. I fell from the third floor. I don't know what happened to my pen. I was so anxious that I cried. My mother heard my crying and rushed over to ask, "What's the matter?" I cried and said, "mechanical pencil fell ... out of the window!" When my mother heard this, she blushed and turned white. She kept blaming me: "How could you be so careless? It's raining so hard. How can I find it for you? Let's talk about it tomorrow. " But I couldn't listen. I just cried. No way, my mother had to look for it in the grass below with an umbrella, flashlight and shovel. I searched for it for half an hour and finally found it. When I got home, my mother was soaked through. Mechanical pencil finally came back to me. I jumped up happily and said to my mother, "thank you!" "

Now, I am in the third grade, and that mechanical pencil is still comfortably lying in my pencil box.

My past composition 9 Whenever I open it and see my favorite mechanical pencil, that touching scene will always be in my mind.

That was a long time ago. It happened when I was in grade one. Once, I bought myself a mechanical pencil. I can't put it down, and even have to sleep under the pillow. One day, I went to my mother's house for the night. As soon as I got home, it began to rain heavily. I was doing it by the window at night, and I accidentally threw my pen out of the window with a wave of my hand. It's over. I fell from the third floor. I don't know what happened to my pen. I was so anxious that I cried. My mother heard my crying and rushed over to ask, "What's the matter?" I cried and said, "mechanical pencil fell ... out of the window!" When my mother heard this, she blushed and turned white. She kept blaming me: "How could you be so careless? How can I find it for you in such heavy rain? Let's talk about it tomorrow. " But I couldn't listen. I just cried. No way, my mother had to look for it in the grass below with an umbrella, flashlight and shovel. I searched for it for half an hour and finally found it. When I got home, my mother was soaked through. Mechanical pencil finally came back to me. I jumped up happily and said to my mother, "thank you!" "

Now, I am in the third grade, and that mechanical pencil is still comfortably lying in my pencil box.