A thematic work describing past memories

Memory is a pot of tea, a pot of dissolved tea cut with emotional water. Let's read the theme composition describing and recalling the past with me. I believe it will inspire everyone.

The first article: a theme composition describing the recollection of the past and waking up from a dream in a daze. The dazzling sunshine came in from the window and shone on my face, which was dazzling and comfortable. I can't help recalling the past. I have been studying since the day I first started studying.

I still remember when I was a child, my parents were away all the year round and gave me to my grandmother. Looking back now, grandma's smile still lingers in my mind, and his loud laughter seems to be beside me, echoing. Later, I was going to kindergarten and my aunt took me to her house. I went to kindergarten there when I was three years old. I have many partners, and we play together. Looking back now, it seems like yesterday. I remember another child playing well with me. At that time, I often went to her house to play. Maybe she has forgotten me now!

Then I stayed at my aunt's house for several years. Mom's back. Take me to see her. I didn't go to preschool, but went directly to the first grade of primary school. At that time, my grades were ok! I met new classmates, new partners and new teachers. Maybe, I was happy then. Perhaps, I am lonely! Three years have passed in a hurry, perhaps because of family changes. In the summer vacation of the third grade, I returned to the place where I had been separated for three years, and I also missed three years. It's very hot in summer. After getting off the train, the familiar ones are really strange now. When I returned to that house with great expectation, I thought of the old man who had devoted his life to loess. Summer flies. I'm going to the fourth grade, right here. It's a group of new classmates and new teachers.

In a blink of an eye, three years passed, and I went to the middle school closest to home. There is no happiness, only endless homework and loneliness. Now, I'm in Grade Three, and I'm about to take the senior high school entrance examination. There is no excitement, only endless fatigue. A person recalls the past, from the past to the present.

I have a memory that started with the "skirt underwear" incident.

I didn't like going to kindergarten when I was a child. I just like running around in the wild with dragonflies in my hand, but after my parents sent me to kindergarten, they gnashed their teeth and resolutely left, regardless of my bitter gourd face. I don't cry or make trouble, but I found the right opportunity to drag the teacher's flowered skirt down in front of the whole class, and it succeeded. Oh, my God! The teacher should wear such big red underpants. The family is really rich.

The teacher didn't criticize me. She just patted me on the head with a smile and said, "Little fellow, are you reminding me that the elastic band of this skirt is broken?" Then I'll dress better next time. "

My flustered parents took me home that day and put me in the wild the next day, but I want to go to kindergarten, not only because I did something bad, because the teacher didn't scold me, but because I thought, "If you dress better next time, I'm sure I can succeed as easy as blowing off dust."

In the first grade of primary school, I suddenly found myself talking differently from all my classmates. They don't have to pause when they say a word. I have to pause several times when I say a word. The harder I try to finish a sentence quickly, the more times I pause. Students who are good at Chinese have nicknamed me "Little Stutter".

From then on, at school, I never looked up again, always huddled in the corner, unwilling to talk.

The teacher made me monitor. When I become a monitor, I will give a speech on the stage. This is the first time for me to speak in front of the class. I was so nervous that I peed my pants, but the teacher smiled and led the whole class to applaud me.

I don't understand why I applaud. The teacher said, "Because you stepped onto the platform, you are a brave boy."

When I was a monitor for several years, I found that I still spoke differently from all my classmates, but this time it was different because I spoke much faster than them.

In junior high school, I got less than 60 points in math and physics, even if I worked hard. I feel inferior and I'm afraid. Finally, in a mid-term exam, the math paper was handed out. I'm so nervous that Lian Bi can't hold it. I think the sky is falling and I'm going to die.

But out of the nature of self-protection, I was smart enough to tell the invigilator that I had a stomachache. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the teacher not only didn't scold me for my stomachache, but also found me a pill to eat, and then personally sent me home, telling me some jokes along the way, saying that the mid-term exam was actually not important at all. ...

How many years later, when I grew up, I realized that the teacher actually saw a child's instantaneous psychological collapse. She patiently saved my soul and made me feel that the sky is not terrible, because the sky is like a steady stream of sugar.

I regained my confidence. Even if I answered those three subjects blindfolded, I could always get more than 60 points. This is progress.

I have been working for several years now. When I looked in the mirror the day before yesterday, I found a white hair in my temple, which made me feel infinite instantly. In the dead of night, I subconsciously pushed open the window and the breeze floated on the water. Countless past events have poured into my mind in an orderly way in the boat of memories, among which the above are the first to appear.

Thank those beautiful past events that are as incomplete as the broken arm of Venus, thank those people in the past events, and thank ourselves, because we can still remember. Ask yourself: When you recall the past, what are you recalling?

These things happened in my kindergarten, which made me hate that kindergarten.

At that time, I just transferred to Xinxiang to attend kindergarten, and I don't remember exactly which class. Once, when I went back to work after doing exercises, I left the team and I didn't go back. Just when I panicked, I was lucky to meet a teacher. She asked me which class I was in. I don't know. This teacher is with me. After a while, Mr. Zheng from our class came to see me. I was ecstatic when I saw the teacher in our class. A stone fell to the ground in my heart and I thought, "Great, there is a savior at last!" " Happy, I was about to follow her back to the classroom, but I didn't notice Mr. Zheng's face was gloomy and I didn't remember what he was saying. Suddenly, the teacher raised his foot and kicked my ass. Suddenly, my happy heart suddenly fell to freezing point. I looked at the teacher's face in fear. At that moment, I witnessed what "Zheng Mahua" was. Then the teacher in our class said rudely, "Don't say thank you to others". At this moment, I witnessed what a maw is. I quickly said "thank you" to the teacher of another class I met just now, that is, the teacher who accompanied me just now. .

Another time, it was Miss Zheng's birthday, and all the teachers were celebrating her birthday. We watched them eat the cake, smell the cream and look at the tempting cake, alas! We really want to eat it, but the teacher's birthday cake is only allowed. The teacher often gives us some cakes for teachers in other classes.

Our birthdays are very different. Parents buy a big cake and send it to kindergarten. The teacher cut half to the teacher in another class. The other half of the three teachers in this class eat together, and then give some to the birthday classmate. Then let's sing a birthday song and a person's birthday will be over.

Also, every time we have lunch, whoever eats slowly will stand in the toilet and eat, that is, while watching the poop. The teacher didn't even go into the toilet, but stood in a corner, clutching his nose and urging, "Eat quickly, stutter, and wash the dishes after eating." The teacher left first! "

These are some memories of my childhood, and of course there are many happy things. I don't remember them for a while. When I think of them, I'll write more!

Sometimes, you say that people will always part and things will always be a thing of the past, but you leave without saying a word. You just wave your hand, just like throwing waste paper, saying it's a necessity in life.

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There are many beautiful memories like the stars in the sky, and I often appreciate them one by one. Some think they are very successful and powerful; Some think they are radiant and arrogant; Some think they are proud and ecstatic; Some of them are deeply imprinted in my mind and unforgettable. ...

Today, however, I want to introduce a special star to you. Alas, when you mention this star, that beautiful past is printed in your eyes.

We were always so naive in primary school. Looking at the dim scenery outside the window, Ye Er quickly changed into a red suit, dreaming of becoming such a vibrant sparse ornament. The breeze came in bursts, which made me feel a little cold. Helpless can only put on light clothes. It seems that Ye Er's efforts are just in vain. But that day was the last day of our primary school life. If time stays at that moment forever, the surrounding environment will be excited.

There was a graduation party in our class that day, and everyone wrote farewell speeches, even me, and there were cries in my ears from time to time.

I wrote this passage: primary school life is coming to an end, which also indicates that we are about to separate. After separation, life is like a street. Let's add beautiful scenery to the strip together. The memory of six years will not be buried because of this short separation. The tall and straight locust trees and beautiful cherry trees on campus have given us infinite fun, and our carefully arranged Teacher's Day is deeply buried in our memory. Time is not old, let us forget those unpleasantness and look forward to a better future.

It said that I didn't know that tears had soaked the book. After so many years of feelings, everyone would be sad.

Young us, with youth in our hands, time is constantly flowing, and nothing is better than this. But memory is not frozen ice, it will melt one day. It flows around us like a river, which makes people know how to lose, gain and loathe to give up ... Memory is not an empty concept of time, it has specific media, such as a song, a book and a person, which suddenly hits our hearts and triggers our violent memories.

No matter how beautiful, sad and moved the past is, we will not live in memory after all, and the road ahead is still very long. Let's walk and feel the beauty of the new world. ...

Six years have passed, and I am about to enter junior high school, adolescence and childhood, and there is no longer that happy Children's Day. When my study began to be tense, I began to recall that ridiculous past.

I remember at that time, I just entered the third grade, and I just met my friend. I play with them. In order to amuse them, I caught a lot of earthworms to amuse them, frighten them to croak and make them happy at the same time. This is our stupidity and innocence. ...

I remember that winter, it snowed heavily and the campus was frozen. After class, we ran out like crazy. As a result, we just went out and were about to go downstairs. We fell with a plop. Originally, we only fell one person, but we all laughed. In retrospect, what a naive laugh it was. ...

And that Sunday, several of our partners made an appointment to go out to play together. That day, one of my partners borrowed two electric cars, and I asked one partner to take them with me. There are two companions, one is with them and the other is sitting. We laughed happily. At this time, there was a plop behind him, and another cry of' ah'. I looked back and found that they had fallen. I rushed over and saw that they were already scarred. But after a while, we looked at the scar. A small piece of meat fell off a buddy's little toe, and we laughed again. Later they went to dress the wound and felt much better. We were ashamed to see someone on our way home, but we still smiled. How happy I am ...

In retrospect, the ridiculous past turned into a beautiful memory.

The alma mater is very lovely. Students can grow up healthily from ignorance to knowledge, which is inseparable from the training of their alma mater. As a student, my love for my alma mater can be imagined.

Recalling my alma mater and feeling the kindness of my alma mater, how warm it is!

In the alma mater, the teacher is the most sacred. Teachers cultivate our childish childlike innocence like gardeners, so teachers are the greatest and selfless. There is endless love when you see the teacher. I remember once, because I left my exercise book at school, I went to get it myself at night. When I passed the teacher's office, I saw the teacher correcting our homework by candlelight. This is the teacher's selfless dedication! She trained generations of students with her hard-working hands, but unconsciously, her sideburns were gray and white silk increased.

The scenery of our alma mater is also beautiful. There is a flower bed outside our classroom. There are many colors of flowers in the flower bed. Red is like a burning fire, white is like a white hexagonal snowflake, blue is like an endless sky, and green is like a short and lovely grass. All kinds of flowers bloom together, and it tastes delicious! These flowers give me fresh air every day, and in retrospect, the fragrance is still so fragrant.

In this colorful life, I gradually grow up and become a good teenager with good health, knowledge and ideals. When I left my alma mater, I was always reluctant to recall the past.

The sixth grade of primary school was the happiest time when I was growing up. Looking at old photos, my mind is as vivid as slides, and the pictures of laughter, tears and disputes seem to be staged again. My most unforgettable memory is my two-day and one-night graduation trip.

I still remember that day, the sky was still gray, and the sun was covered by thick dark clouds, showing only a little light. However, early in the morning, I went to school in high spirits, and the drizzle fell on us with a cold feeling, but it did not extinguish our fiery interest.

All day, we all looked around curiously like children with excess spirit. After walking a few kilometers, we were not tired, and the smile on our lips did not fade. Everyone is holding hands and walking at the same pace, singing in the street. People think we are unfriendly and think we are crazy. But that day, the excited mood rendered everyone, even if it was pointed out by others, I didn't care. They just sang loudly and happily that loud song.

In the evening, we were still in high spirits, having a pillow fight in the restaurant, jumping and screaming on the bed with pillows, and making the whole sheet a mess. Shouting in a room with excellent sound insulation, turning off all the lights to play with ghosts, and even playing hide-and-seek with classmates in other rooms, such childish games are particularly special under the boiling of joy. After midnight, they returned to their rooms. Lying in bed, the dark room was quiet, and my classmates were lying beside me, but because there was no light, I couldn't see each other's expressions clearly. I wonder if they are all reminiscing about the past few years like me? I only know that in the dark, our city is so close.

On the way back, I was depressed when I watched the sunset outside the window. Suddenly, there is no trace of the sun in the sky, as if to announce that we are about to separate. After the trip, we will graduate and go our separate ways. I feel extremely sad at the thought of this. At the same time, I found my classmates crying, but their eyes were shining and their mouths were smiling. Even if they are crying, it is because of "happiness when they are together" rather than "sadness when they leave" I think this will be our most unforgettable memory.