I can't forget her composition 1 "unfilial is heartless, unkind is unjust, and unjust is disloyal." This is the motto my grandmother gave me. Now, she has left us, leaving mercilessly. I once again held my trembling pen in my hand and wept silently again. Grandma, under the grave, did you hear the grandson's call? Open the floodgate of memory, the waves churn and jump, and the time I spent with my grandmother reappears in front of my eyes.
I remember talking back to my grandmother when I was a child. Once, while I was doing my homework, my grandmother came and found a mistake. She said, "You see, I accidentally made another mistake." I said impatiently, "You are the only one who has too many things to worry about!" " Grandma was not angry, but patiently educated me, and gradually I made up with her.
In the morning and evening with my grandmother, I deeply engraved the imprint of "Grandma is the closest person in the world" in my young mind. Every time my mother buys me delicious food, I always give it to my closest relative-grandma.
Once, my mother bought me a lot of candied dates. I asked my mother, "Are these for me?" "Yes, it's all yours." I couldn't say anything, so I ran to my grandmother with candied dates and picked the biggest one and stuffed it into her mouth. Although I didn't eat it, I felt sweet from my mouth to my heart. Grandma hugged me and asked me, "Do you know what filial piety is? Misfortune is heartless, ruthlessness is unjust, and injustice is disloyalty. Do you understand, son? " I shook my head. I know, I am still young, but I know in my heart that I should have a filial piety to the elderly.
As time goes by, I have entered the third grade of primary school. After moving, I seldom have time to see my sick grandmother. Until my grandmother was dying, I failed to fulfill my filial piety as a grandson. Holding grandma's urn in both hands, I couldn't help crying again, silently reading: "unfilial, heartless ..."
Now, what can I do for grandma? I think I can only remember the motto of filial piety and loyalty and always remind myself to study hard.
Grandma, I can't forget you, nor can I forget your inculcation. Good grandma, I love you very much!
I can't forget her composition. When I look up at the sky, I think of my old classmate, Class 5, 1. I will never forget her-Miss Zhao, I will never forget your earnest teachings, your kind words and your warm face. Do you know, Miss Zhao? How I miss you! You see, the little stars in the sky are just like you and me talking. I really admire you. I slowly feel your love for us!
On one occasion, Mr. Zhao assigned a small amount of homework, all of which were calculation problems. I didn't see the problem clearly because of carelessness. She didn't scold me severely, but told me about the tragic accident caused by the engineer's decimal point, and I couldn't help crying! I secretly made up my mind: I should do the questions carefully in the future!
Maybe someone will ask: it's not such a trivial matter, what's so great about her! I can confidently say, "Her math class is no less than other teachers." Her math class is one of the best in our school, which is as attractive as a magnet. When encountering an important and difficult question, she will not tell us the answer easily, but let the students explore and find the answer to the question by themselves, so that they can feel the wonder of mathematics. Let's swim in the ocean of mathematics!
I still remember that I only got 77 points in the last monthly math exam. Teacher Zhao didn't fly into a rage when he learned that. She just helped me silently. Every time I ask a question, the teacher always lets me speak. I found that the teacher is good for me! How much is in me? ...
Miss Zhao, Miss Zhao, how grateful I am that you helped me when I was in trouble! You will always be a monument in my heart. Here I silently say three words that I want to say but can't say: "I love you!" " "
"Twinkling stars, small stars all over the sky, shining in the sky." Listening to this beautiful melody, I want to say to you: "Stars represent my heart!"
I can't forget her composition. Every winter, that familiar face will reappear in my mind, and that familiar voice will linger in my memory for a long time. ...
I remember one winter morning, my mother and I went shopping. Suddenly, a tender voice came from a distance, and only a tender voice was shouting: Shoe your shoes! At that time, I ignored it and walked all the way to the vegetable market with my mother. When I arrived at the door of the vegetable market, I saw a little girl shouting to shine shoes there, and I thought, what age is it? Everyone still calls shoeshine a liar. But I saw the little girl in rags. Maybe she's not a liar, so it's pity. I lost my mother's skirt, and my mother gave me one yuan to go to the vegetable market alone. I walked up to the little girl with a dollar, sat on the stool and put out a foot. I asked the little girl,' How old are you this year?' He rubbed me and said, I am eight years old this year! I froze. I just want to ask the little girl's name. Her mother came out, winked at me and let me go. I quickly left a dollar and ran home first.
At noon, I was reading with relish when someone knocked at the door. I opened the door and saw the little girl. The little girl said to me in a gentle voice, Sister, your change! I dare not take the money, so the little girl forced it into my hand. When I turned around, the little girl had disappeared on the road. ...
The next day, I came to the market again and found the little girl missing. I can't forget her-the little girl who shined shoes.
I can't forget her composition. I can't forget my deskmate Cai Kexin, because Cai Kexin always helps me in my most difficult time. Let me prove it to you.
Once, I lost my eraser. I looked to the left, but I couldn't find it. I found it right, but I still can't find it. I asked this classmate, I don't know. I asked that classmate, but I still don't know. I didn't see it here, and I didn't see it there. At this moment, my deskmate Cai Kexin asked me, "Ren Changhang, what are you looking for? Can I help you? Let me know if you want to use me. You're welcome. Good friends should help each other. " After listening to her words, I began to summon up courage and told her the whole thing. After listening, she lent me her little eraser at once.
It's a small matter, but it's different for me to know that having a good friend around you. Ok, I'll tell you another story!
Once, Fu Yong took my ruler and was seen by my deskmate Cai Kexin. I'm talking to someone else. She told me about it. Fu Yong is still playing there. I was very angry, so I raised my hand. He still played because he knew there would be no teacher. At this time, the deskmate made up a lie and said, "Ah, Teacher Yan is here, and Teacher Yan is good!" " "I also got the message, which gave Fu Qin a big scare. He quickly put down the ruler and sat back. He looked out of the window again. He was angry when he saw that there was no teacher. At this time, Cai Kexin volunteered: "I did it, and it has nothing to do with Ren Changhang." Therefore, Fu Yong was angry with her. I really appreciate my deskmate, because she saved my life in my most difficult time!
Children, what do you think of your big sister? If you feel good, you must learn from her and write such a composition! Goodbye!
I can't forget her composition. In real life, there are many ordinary people. Although it is not earth-shattering, it is very touching. I will never forget the aunt of the conductor on the bus.
It was a morning two years ago. After school, I was waiting for the bus. There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky of Wan Li. Suddenly, Miss Baiyun was driven away, and a group of girls with dark clouds came. The sea water is polluted. In an instant, dark clouds were gathering, lightning flashed and thunder thundered, followed by wind and rain. At this moment, the bus just came. Luckily, I rushed into the car without hesitation before the people on the bus got off. I put in a coin and walked back. The car moved. Suddenly I saw a schoolbag on the platform. I touched my shoulder. Oh, I forgot my schoolbag. I think: the bus has gone a long way. Did the driver stop? Will you wait for me when you stop? At this moment, an aunt came. She is slim, in her thirties, with thick eyebrows, high nose and long black hair. She seemed to read my thoughts and asked me kindly. I told her that I had forgotten my schoolbag. She immediately asked the driver to stop. As soon as the door opened, I got into the storm. I vaguely heard my aunt say to me: don't run, little friend, let the driver return the car to avoid getting wet. I wonder if the rain drowned my aunt's words. It was the heavy rain that declined the proposal for me. I ran to the platform, but if the driver drove away, I would be soaked to the skin. But I still took my schoolbag. As soon as I turned around, the car appeared in front of me. My aunt smiled and said to me, children, get on the bus quickly! On the bus, my aunt wiped the rain on my head, cut my hair, and then wiped the rain with the spare towel on the bus. At this time, I feel extremely warm. Except my mother, I have never been cared for and cared for like my mother.
Later, someone in the car quarreled about something else, and the more noisy it became, the more intense it almost got. Fortunately, my aunt stopped them in a hurry and patiently educated them with a real and touching example. Finally, under the persuasion of menstruation, they reconciled and lived in peace.
Although this is just a conductor, I think my aunt is great, because she has given me a great power and has been infecting me.
I can't forget her composition 6, from crying at birth to learning English in kindergarten; From reading puzzles in grade one to intensive reading in grade six. I have met many people whose voices and smiles often appear in front of my eyes and reverberate in my ears. But in my memory, the most unforgettable thing is her.
She is my grandmother.
I always find her annoying. She talks like a red-headed fly every day. Her hands are covered with calluses and her body smells bad, which makes me want to stay away from her all the time.
Once, the teacher gave me a lot of homework, which made me fidgety. As soon as she got home, grandma greeted her, put down her schoolbag and washed her hands for dinner. I washed my hands and came to the table. I saw all the dishes I didn't like. So I grabbed my schoolbag angrily, went back to my bedroom and slammed the door. Aren't you going to eat? No, there is too much homework. As soon as I opened my mouth, I heard her sigh weakly.
That sigh always makes me feel that I owe her something. I want to say I'm sorry, but I can't. Time is ruthless, and that day, I regretted it.
It was a gloomy afternoon and my father received a phone call from home. My grandmother passed away! Hearing the news, my brain buzzed and tears flowed down.
When I returned to my hometown, I saw my grandmother in the coffin, covered with a white cloth, and her calloused hands drooped. Pale hands opened the floodgates of my memory: those hands gave me candy and those hands gave me cookies. Tears welled up in the long-cherished words: Grandma, I'm sorry! I cried, everyone cried, as if the world had become dark.
I will never forget her!
I can't forget her seven-week composition. Who is she? She is a little girl with short hair and her big eyes are always flickering. You can tell at a glance that she is a strange-looking tomboy. She looks exactly like her. Although she is my cousin, she doesn't treat me like a cousin. She always tries to "tease" me and make me complain. No, she only stayed at my house for a few days in the summer vacation, which made me feel in a trance. Listen-
The Quaker's name for Sunday
At six o'clock in the morning, Duke Zhou and I were sleepwalking, but we were awakened by a scream. As soon as I saw it was Zhou Hongyi, I ignored her and continued to chat with Duke Zhou. But who knows that Zhou Hongyi ran to my bed and pulled me up with her "super invincible trick" and rubbed my sleepy eyes. I asked impatiently, "Hong Yi, what are you doing?" She asked me seriously, "Did you use my pen?" "I'm useless." "Are you really useless?" "I'm so useless!" Ha ha, she smiled cunningly and said, "Ha ha, I'm a genius. You are the sixth person in our family to admit that you are useless. " Say that finish and roared out. I was so angry that I saw stars, foamed at the mouth and fell dizzy on the bed.
the next day
The sunshine in the morning was so good that I forgot yesterday's unhappiness. Just as I was sighing, Zhou Hongyi came. She is walking towards me with an unknown little flower in her hand. My eyes are as big as a light bulb, and my mouth is open enough to put a piece of cake in. I stammered, "Is this ……… for me?" Zhou Hongyi smiled: "Of course, I wish you ... Happy Tomb-Sweeping Day!" I feel dizzy.
The above is her masterpiece. After the third day, I gradually got used to her "behavior". However, I don't know if I'm a little weird or if I'm being teased by her. I won't forget her when she goes back! I can't forget her voice and smile, and I can't forget her practical jokes. Oh, my God, what's wrong with me?
I can't forget her composition. There is such a person in my long memory that I can't forget it. She is neither tall nor short. She has two watery eyes, a small mole under her eyes and a few dim freckles next to her nose. She looks cuter like pipi stockings. She likes to wear pink clothes to school every day.
Why can't I forget her? Because she is my "mortal enemy", this mortal enemy does not mean that there is a contradiction between us, but because our grades have always been equal. If I am a candidate without Chinese, she must be a candidate without Chinese. If I am a good student, then she must be included in the list of good students. This is really an incredible phenomenon. In short, our grades are always equal.
Of course, what impressed me the most was that once I got a "good" in Chinese reading. When I was depressed, she said to me, "Haha, little goldfish, isn't your Chinese very good? It's okay. Winning or losing is a common occurrence in the military. Goldfish, you will do well in the exam next time. I believe you! " After listening to this sentence, I feel full of confidence again. I firmly said to myself, "well, I will do well in the exam next time!" " "
Somehow, her casual words actually drove away the loss and depression in my heart and made me confident again. She is like a good partner in my study and a very strong competitor. Her presence will make me more motivated and have more fun in my study.
And her image in my mind, always with a smile on her face, looks very gentle every day. It is such a person that I will never forget.
I can't forget her composition "Jingle Bell". Class begins. Everyone rushed into the classroom like ants, returned to their seats and got everything ready to see the teacher. "ah!" The loud sound woke up the sleeping classroom. My schoolbag has been turned upside down, and my Chinese book has disappeared. As we all know, attending the class of the head teacher is the most strict. Eat "Huanglian" without books. My face is red and hot, like ants on hot bricks. Heart, it "bang" is about to "explode". My hands and feet are numb and trembling slightly. I am as nervous as a bowstring. I reached out and borrowed it from my classmate next to me. I didn't expect him to say "only fools lend it to you". Hearing this, my eyes filled with tears. Suddenly a tall figure passed by the door, and I bowed my head and was punished. At this time, a book was thrown from behind. I took a look and was full of energy. I looked behind my husband and saw a little girl, a lovely gentleman, saying to me, "Take it, we are all friends". What am I trying to say? Before I knew it, she slipped away without a trace.
Holding this book in my hand, I always feel uneasy. The teacher came, glanced at the class and finally focused on the little girl. "Come here," the teacher said sternly. When the teacher took out the wooden stick to hit the little girl's palm, my burning heart stood up and shouted "Stop it". The little girl turned around and gave me a hard look with her glasses and said, If you tell the truth, I will break up with you. I was in a dilemma and stood there watching the little girl be punished. After class, when chatting together, I saw that my hand hidden behind me was as red and swollen as Song pepper, which was too much for Lian Bi. My heart is broken. At that moment, she was deeply engraved in my mind. Wherever you go, her footprints will always appear in your mind. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.
I can't forget her composition 10. She looks after the flowers of our motherland like a kind mother and a careful gardener. Her smile will be engraved in my heart forever. Her words were also recorded by the tape recorder in my heart. She is our kind and strict head teacher.
The news that I was admitted to middle school made me very excited, and an inexplicable sadness rose under the excitement. Think about her figure, her words, her smile, everything about her. A feeling of reluctance welled up in my mind. She gave me knowledge and gave me inspiration in life! Without her, I might still be that ignorant girl, and my grades are still below the average as always, and I won't make any progress. There won't be a sensible girl now, just a naughty girl who only makes trouble every day and thinks she will never grow up. Because he made me grow up and stop being a naughty girl, I know how to share the burden and troubles for my parents. It was her teaching that gave me the opportunity to enter a good middle school, which was originally just a dream and became a reality. And six years seems to have passed quickly. How I wish time could stop at this moment and let me continue to listen to her teachings. Even the severe criticism at the moment, I think it is a song and story that I can never get tired of listening to. Her influence on me, like Mona Lisa's influence on the world, has an indelible mark, which I will never forget!
Six years is like a blink of an eye, but it has left an indelible mark on me. It was she who made this mark appear in my heart. She, my first teacher. I will never forget the present head teacher in our class!