Looking back on the past, the deep memories in my mind arise spontaneously at this moment. The ups and downs, successes and failures of the past make me deeply recall them. Those bits and pieces of the past will become my most precious memories. ! The following content is a 450-word essay on memories of past events that I carefully compiled for you. Welcome to refer to it! An essay on recalling past events of about 450 words
On a sunny afternoon, my friends and I were playing happily in the yard. We were running around, chasing each other, and playing for a while. Hide-and-seek, playing with jumping in the sun for a while, and playing with skipping for a while...
"Hey, come here quickly!" As the shrill children's voice came, we hurried towards the place where the sound came from. ——Run downstairs in Building 5. The friend took us to the corner of the stairs on the first and second floors. There was a small balcony-like place outside the window. There were pots of brightly colored and fragrant chrysanthemums under the wall with the window. Several friends climbed through the window to see what they could do, and some wanted to wait for others elsewhere. I also wanted to climb out and take a look, so I climbed out immediately, but I couldn't climb out even with all my strength. I came down slowly, and only heard a "pop" sound. I looked down and saw that a chrysanthemum was broken by my foot.
My heart was pounding, and I thought, I should apologize to the flower-growing father-in-law, and be an honest and good boy. But I was too nervous at the time and lacked the courage to admit it, so I had to forget about it as soon as possible.
We went downstairs and played for a while. I really wanted time to fly by like the wind, and I really wanted Father-in-law Wu and his family not to see the broken flowers, but things happened after all. . His family suddenly went downstairs and asked his friends: "Do you know who crushed the flowers?" My friends pointed at me in unison.
Then, his family members said something else: "Xu, these flowers are what we get up early in the morning and spend hard time in the dark to beautify the environment. You are wasting it in vain." It took us several months of hard work!”
I stood blankly, feeling regretful and ashamed. I felt that I had done something wrong and I wanted to correct myself in the future and be a good child. Memories of the Past Essay of about 450 words
Summer vacation is approaching, and the final exam is coming soon. The atmosphere in the class can’t help but feel a little heavy, and even the poor students who usually have nothing to do start to review. My grades have always been good, so I didn’t review much, and I was still laughing and joking all day long.
When school was over, my friend Qiu Tong found me and said seriously: "Du Yunyun, why don't you review well?" I said nonchalantly: "I know how to do it anyway, so why should I review!" She stared at me for a while and said word by word: "You have changed!" I looked at her puzzled and asked: "Why have I changed?" Qiutong said: "You were not like this before. , you used to be very humble, never proud, and would review carefully every time. But now, look at you, you are just having fun all day long, and you don’t review. Why are you so proud and complacent now? ?”
Her voice became louder and louder, which also made me wake up: What’s wrong with me recently? Why are you so proud? I know the stories and truths about how full losses are incurred and modest gains are made, so why can’t I do it? I said seriously: "Qiutong, I understand." She couldn't help but smile after hearing this.
Qiutong, thank you!
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As I looked at it, I realized that my memories were so wonderful. Thinking of this period of time, I was only focused on studying, but I forgot to cherish these forgotten things.
Under the light, I sat quietly... Recalling the past, about 450 words in three essays
In my life, from the "wow wow" to the mature and sensible person I am now, There are always endless ups and downs. Sometimes I overturn the bottle of five flavors in my heart, and sometimes I am ecstatic and elated, making my memory full of colors, like a five-color chapter and a moving melody!
What I remember the most is that incident...
When I was in the fourth grade, my big calligraphy won the favor of the teacher.
Everyone who has seen the big characters I wrote will always praise me and make me immersed in joy.
One day, the calligraphy teacher told me to participate in a calligraphy and painting competition. Of course I would not refuse, and I confidently agreed. I didn't practice much at home. I felt that I was confident and just one step away from Wang Xizhi. What else should I practice? Why wouldn't I do such a small thing?
When it was time for the competition, I came to the arena and truly experienced the work of the "master", which immediately made me feel ashamed. Of course, I also came back empty-handed from that competition.
After seeing the works of masters, I truly understood the philosophy of "There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world." I felt ignorant and ashamed of my pride. At the same time, I also found humility to be my companion. I studied hard at home, worked hard at night, and finally used my humility and diligence to get the red certificate. I returned home with a full load and tasted the fruits of hard work. Sweetness! This also verifies the profound meaning of "humility makes people progress, pride makes people fall behind".
Looking back on the past, the deep memories in my mind arise spontaneously at this moment. The ups and downs, successes and failures of the past have made me deeply recall them. Those bits and pieces of the past will become my most precious memories. ! Memories of the Past Composition of about 450 words
A cup of faint clear tea gives me a refreshing fragrance; a pure mountain flower gives me a charming fragrance. When the tea cools and the flowers fade, all that is left to me is the infinite aftertaste, and I enjoy this aftertaste.
That night, the old banyan tree dropped its fruits all over the ground. I knelt down to pick one up and try it, but my father patted me on the back of my hand. Tears of grievance flowed from my eyes. My father said regretfully and lovingly: "Son, you can't eat this fruit. Dad will buy you something you can eat." After that, he picked me up on the swing and pushed me gently. A swing is every child's dream. I looked at the sky happily, laughing non-stop, and wanted to take this boat and fly to the moon's little bed. I looked back at my father, and saw his face that was far and near, his short stubble; I saw that there was a light brighter than the moon in my father's eyes. Father is the little bed of the moon. Oh, I am immersed in the deep father's love!
That Sunday, I slept next to my best friend, smelling the fragrance of her hair. She looked at the shadows of the trees outside the window, with bottomless melancholy in her eyes. "What should I do? I lied to my parents." She sighed softly. I rested my head on her shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter, just be honest. Honesty is the best forgiveness for yourself." My good friend gently stroked my long black hair and said, "Well, you have to support me. No matter what happens, as long as you are here, I will have the courage to go on. You are the angel sent to me by God." After hearing this, I couldn't calm down for a long time, until I fell asleep in her warm breath. Oh, that subtle friendship!
That afternoon, I listened to the singing of crickets and counted the deep and shallow wrinkles on the teacher’s face. I had already lost what she said eight hundred miles away. I dare not ask for advice, let alone confess. "I said this, do you understand?" the teacher asked. I quickly came to my senses, lowered my head and said, "I don't understand, teacher." "Then I'll explain it again." The teacher said softly. I raised my head in surprise, expecting the teacher to scold me. I couldn't find a trace of impatience on her face. As the school bell rang, the teacher's voice was already a little hoarse. How I wish this afternoon had no end, even though the sun has set and the crickets are playing a chorus. Oh, that pure teacher-student relationship!
The past is like clear tea and mountain flowers. When it becomes the past, what is left to people is endless reverie and beautiful memories. On the long road of life, looking back on the past, there is never a more rational understanding, and there is never a beautiful enjoyment.