If I can travel back through time and space, I will go back to the age of two or three, because that was the happiest time in my life, carefree, innocent and lively, without worries, worries and burdens.
If I can travel back through time and space, I will go back to the age of dinosaurs, and let those dinosaurs and people become good friends, play together and live together, so that they will not become extinct. Let's create a wonderful and laughing world with dinosaurs.
If I can travel back through time and space, I will go back to before the world war and warn those militants: peace, not war! If there is a big war, many innocent lives will die, thousands of ecological resources in the world will be wasted, and the life of the earth will be shortened again, which will also harm you.
If we can all travel back through time and space, who destroyed the earth today? Everyone starts with me and hopes that the earth will always have blue sky and beautiful mountains and rivers. Leave peace to the world forever, make the world full of love and create a brand-new home.
If I can go back in time, my dream is to write 500 words in the past.
If I go back to the past, I want to play my childhood again ... I hold the children's hands, play on the grass together, chase grasshoppers ... When I am tired of running, I lie on the grass to rest. If I am alone, I will run to the back hill, where I can breathe fresh air, look up at the blue sky, sometimes chase butterflies everywhere, and drink a few cool mountain springs when I am thirsty.
Towards noon, I ran home as fast as I could. Grandma has already started cooking.
The whole kitchen smelled of vegetables at that time. Grandma put the cooked food on the table. I grabbed chopsticks and stuffed a handful of food into my mouth. It tastes great! Several dishes of farm food can be compared with more than a dozen dishes of delicacies.
I've finished eating. I'm tired. I fell into bed and fell asleep soon, while grandma sat by the bed and gently fanned my fan to make me sleep more stably.
The cicada's cry is getting louder and louder. I ran out and stood in the shade with a thin bamboo pole, poking at the treetops-I was catching cicadas. Many cicadas fell one by one, and I was excited to pick them up.
Carry a bag full of cicadas and proudly show off to your other half. In the evening, I walked briskly on the country road, listening to the crisp sound of cars and watching the sunset leave.
This is an impossible dream, people can't go back to the past, but this dream has become a shadow on the pure land in my heart, which will last for a long time, if I can go back to the past.
3. Write a composition "If I go back to the past".
Maybe the past is beautiful, maybe it is sad, but no matter what, it can't stop us from moving forward. I yearn for beauty and success, but I don't miss the past, because in any case, the past cannot be changed.
Time flies, I have left the first day in a blink of an eye, leaving only regret. I am ashamed that I wasted too many precious opportunities in the wonderful time of the first day of junior high school. If I could go back in time, I would cherish every second.
If I go back to the past, the people coming and going outside the window will no longer attract my attention, the ticking clock will no longer attract my eye, and I will not open those extracurricular books in my desk. I will cherish every word on the blackboard, every word of the teacher and every word of the book. I will work harder.
If I go back to the past, I won't turn on the TV first, there will be no more games on the computer screen, and there will be no more frolicking downstairs. Instead, it is the sound of reading, writing and rhythmic typing. I will be more stable.
If I go back to the past, I will never refuse others' help, never pretend to understand and never waste my time. I will be more helpful, I will be more humble, and I will seize every second. I will be more mature.
The past is gone, and it can't be undone. Maybe the past is beautiful, maybe sad, but whatever it is, it can't stop us from moving forward. I yearn for beauty and success, but I don't miss the past, because in any case, the past cannot be changed.
There is no regret medicine in the world, but there is a firm belief in the world. Every step I take in the future, I will make it a reality.
4. If I go back to the past, how to write the composition "If I go back to the past"?
As the saying goes, "Young people will be sad if they don't work hard." If we can go back to the past, we will know the importance of time, that time is life, that time is selfless, and that it will not give everyone one more minute. So, don't we have regrets?
If I can go back to the past, I will try my best to master scientific and cultural knowledge and skills and build a better motherland.
If I can go back to the past, I will try my best to mobilize the people-we must protect our selfless earth and make it more beautiful and rich.
If I could go back in time, I would never cry again. I will learn to be strong and patient.
If we can go back to the past, all people will not leave regrets and make themselves unhappy about it.
If we can go back to the past, those adults who are eager to go back to school will definitely go back to school, study hard and master knowledge and skills. There is a saying: "Flowers will come again, and people will never be young again. If people can rejuvenate like flowers, they will realize bigger dreams.
If I could go back to the past, I would cherish time and childhood more. I will definitely devote myself to the torrent of realizing my ideals and strive to surpass those who are stronger than me.
If I could go back to the past, I would do everything calmly and never let people say that I did everything without thinking.
Although time will not go back, I will dedicate my limited life to infinity.
5. The composition about going back to the past wants to … go back to the past
If time can go back, then … can we go back?
The moment we passed by, it turned out that we were ... strangers.
Don't talk, don't smile, don't even look.
I worked hard to get into this school, just to be with you.
I practiced smiling a thousand times just because you said I looked good when I smiled.
But now, how can I raise the smile on my lips?
The night is still the proud night before.
But Chen is no longer that young boy.
Deliberately create coincidences again and again.
Chen is still as cold as ice
When Chen's name is called out at night
Chen asked, "Who are you?"
Who am I? Who am I? Chen, do you really remember me?
After Chen's classroom, I saw the glass pig he put on the windowsill, which was a Christmas present at night.
Why do you pretend you don't know me when you clearly remember me?
I know, I ... hurt you too much ... because of my willfulness.
I was in a bad mood that day and wanted Chen to accompany me, but Chen had something to do. Finally, Xi is still alone.
Later, I found another boyfriend and wanted Chen to regret not being with him that day.
When Chen saw him with another boy, he just came over and told me that he was tired. After that, he was left alone.
On the ground, only tears at dusk can be found. ..
Chen left and went to the school that his father had been urging him to go to.
No contact.
Now, here she is, but she lost her old Chen.
Yes go back to the past
We ... can we? ..
6. Ask for an essay on "Going Back to the Past". I have this in my computer. It's urgent. Do you think it's okay?
No matter how many times you dry your tears, you can't dry the quietly passing tomorrow. Naive childhood, running with time, rushed to the starting line of that flower season. In kindergarten, preschool, primary school and junior high school, I ran to one starting point after another at a speed of 70 miles-the starting point is the end point, and after the end point, it is still the starting point.
Looking back, innocence, innocence took me away. I still remember the scene of quarreling with friends about toys, I still remember the unrestrained commitment with friends, and I still remember the bitterness of being covered with my fingers. In the past that has passed away, I stand in the fuzzy world of memory and look at my past-from the end of that time, to the other side of maturity, to the unshakable belief in my heart; I also rushed to yesterday's yesterday, the picture that was no longer staged.
I ran from the tunnel of time to the first end of my life. The end is still the starting point. ...
Busy channel
Smiling into this century-old school in Sichuan, the bitterness and sweetness in my heart turned into a breakpoint at this moment. I saw a strange smiling face running from me to the window; I walked lightly and ran to another challenge waiting for me.
* * *, laughter, sadness, tears, these previously unconscious words, all jumped into the strange world in an instant. I fell in love with running and meaningful cultivation and harvest. Mature corolla jumps over my head, I smell the fragrant flowers on campus, I hear the joy of life experience from the beak of magpie, and I feel the call of the future.
Put aside the innocence of the past, innocence, and suddenly look back on the road I have traveled. The track of running is deep and shallow, printed with the ups and downs I have tasted in my life journey. ...
At the second end, the mature trajectory is more obvious than before. I sang my beloved songs all the way, and ran to another unknown destination again, to a distant but close-at-hand tomorrow, and to the belief that I didn't know when I would finish. ...
The story ran aground.
The story of youth ran aground at this moment, and I rushed to the third stop of my life. What I want to cherish is no longer the past, but the golden time. The college entrance examination is another destination for me, and there is no time for me to choose. Now, I seem to have lost * * *, lost laughter, lost sadness and lost tears; I have a book that seems to never be finished, and a pile of paper that seems to never be finished.
7. Composition If I go back to the past, I just watch a shared video with you, saying that someone posted it, and anyone who is bored will cry. ...
And there is only one sentence in that post, "I want to go back to 1997, and I really can't bear to part with you."
Back to 1997 talking to yourself? Unbelievable!
However, if time could go back, what would you say to yourself?
If I could go back in time, I would go back to September 2009 12. I want to tell myself, don't wait for the road to choose you, you must take the initiative. ...
If I could go back in time, I would go back to June 7, 2009. I want to warn myself not to make small mistakes, because it will seriously hurt you. ...
If I could go back in time, I would go back to June 20, 2006, and I would tell myself that you could actually do better in the exam. ...
If I can go back in time, I want to go back to September 2003 1. I want to tell myself that the road in these three years is not easy, so you should firmly believe in yourself. ...
If we can go back to the first half of the composition (lamenting the present and recalling the past), people often say: "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly."
I am more and more aware of the ruthlessness of the passage of time. He left forever. I couldn't catch him if I wanted to, and everything turned into a memory in an instant. There are too many regrets in this memory. If only I could go back to the past, to my previous memories and make up for that regret! Really, unconsciously, it seems to have entered that memory.
I saw him, my good friend-Wang Lin. That day, we made an appointment to learn to ride a bike together in the afternoon.
God seems to care for us, too, and the weather is exceptionally good. However, it was this sunny afternoon that a very unpleasant scene happened: I helped Wang Lin learn to ride a bike, and I helped him very hard. She was embarrassed to ride a car, and the car turned here and there, so I urged him to let me learn first.
It's my turn to ride. I asked Wang Lin to help me. When I was holding the car and stepping on the pedal, I found that the car didn't seem to listen to me. I turned around for a while. Suddenly, the car flashed. Fortunately, Wang Lin firmly helped me, otherwise I would be miserable.
After a false alarm, I continued to practice and found myself slowly relaxing and not shaking. Ha, I learned to ride a bike! Even so, Wang Lin continued to protect me behind me. I rode more and more slippery and danced happily. Wang Lin saw that I had learned it and couldn't wait to practice it again. He asked me to hold him, and I readily agreed.
However, because of my study, I began to be absent-minded when I held Wang Lin, and occasionally I held my hand to pay attention to the children flying kites next to me. "ah!" A scream pulled me from somewhere else. It turned out that Wang Lin had a fall and his palms and legs were worn out.
While wiping her tears, she complained to me with tears: "Why don't you hold on?" I thought he was scolding me, so I said loudly, "Who said I didn't hold on? You can't ride it yourself! " "After hearing what I said, he cried even more. I ignored him again and pushed the car away by myself.
He came home crying and broke his leg. Later, I thought I really went too far, but I didn't apologize to him because I cared about face.
Finally, when I got up the courage to go to his house and apologize to him, his house was empty. Wang Lin moved away.
Although I said the words "I'm sorry" countless times in my heart, I failed to tell him face to face, which became my biggest regret. How I wish I could go back to the past and sincerely apologize to Wang Lin, so that we can become best friends again! If I can go back to the past, composition 2: If I can go back to the past, time is like a thief, stealing my childhood and throwing it away at a speed that I can't reach. When I woke up, there was only a vague figure.
Zhu Ziqing said, "We will go wherever we go and come whenever we want. What's the hurry between going and coming? " Young and ignorant, I just thought it was Zhu Ziqing's sigh when he was bored. Everything is in a hurry now, and I really can't say how flustered I am.
In junior high school, everything is different. The study task is heavy, and the subsequent burden pressure makes me breathless.
The air in the classroom is depressing and full of smoke. The teacher's warning always beats his heart: "As long as you don't work hard, there will be many people coming behind!" " "How I want to go back to the past.
Go back to the free and unscrupulous days of the past. Even one day, oh, no, an hour is enough-every morning, my deskmate and I always cover our faces with books, chatting in a low voice like an underground party, and "tirelessly" like sparrows.
Then, under the attack of the chalk head and the teacher's sharp eyes, I always sit up honestly and pretend to read carefully, but my thinking has gone outside the cloud nine with my acquiescence. After class, everyone always carries their teachers in groups of three or five, forgets school rules, kicks shuttlecock, skips rope and fights in the corridor. As soon as they found out that something was wrong (the teacher came), they immediately dispersed in a hubbub. Really "well-trained".
At that time, the best day for friends was always the best. When you are sad, there will always be a warm shoulder to lean on; When you are wronged, you hide in the arms of your friends and be an ostrich.
Although some small quarrels are inevitable, they are the most real and beautiful. It was raining lightly outside the window, and the rain fell on the windowsill, making a "snapping" sound.
The sky is gloomy, just like my heart bound by memories. What if it is? If we can go back in time, we really can't.
Life needs to face the future and the future will be better. I believe this, but I can't do it.
That memory is too heavy, and this reality is too cruel. However, I think I really should forget the past and learn to grow.
If you can go back to the past, composition 3: If you have the opportunity to go back to the past, bring up this topic. To tell the truth, I really often brought it up in primary school. As for why, I think it was because I did too many things wrong at that time and wanted to make it right. Recently, however, seeing a novel reminds me, and I can't help but recall this long-forgotten idea-can I go back to the past? In today's society, with the development of science and technology, a number of emerging technologies have sprung up.
Once, people imagined that there was a person exactly like themselves in the world, so cloning technology came into being. Once, people wanted to explore a bigger space than themselves, so they went to the universe.
But as the most anticipated technology-traveling through time and space, it has not developed much so far. So, if you can really go back to the past and assume that there is only one time, how do you choose? Maybe you will correct the mistakes you made before, maybe you will save your lost feelings, maybe you will meet your dead friends.
But maybe some people will take advantage of this opportunity, because it is too precious to use until the last moment of life. Having said that, let's talk about my own ideas.
Perhaps for me who has no future but the past, going back to the past is the best thing. I can find friends who have gone abroad, find important things that have been lost, and save immature love. But going back to the past seems contradictory to me.
If I really go back to the past, it is impossible to recover, because now I have no past, in other words, I.
9. Go back to 1000 years ago and write an article entitled "Yeah. Go for a walk. There are so many stars tonight ... "
I still remember that she likes watching stars best.
A thousand years ago, peacetime was an ugly and gloomy hell on earth, with ghosts and gods mixed and diseases. People struggle in despair and live in the conscience of selling their souls to protect themselves. And I, as a great teacher of Yin and Yang, King yoh asakura, my duty is to protect and save.
I like to sit on the porch of my yard, wear a loose white dress, cock my right leg, put my elbow on my knee, put my chin on my right hand, and quietly look at the overgrown yard.
There are unknown wild flowers, which always bloom.
My yard never lets anyone in, and it's the flower gods who serve my diet and daily life.
I have a special ability to read people's thoughts. Everyone is afraid of me and hates me. I hate those obscene, despicable and dirty ideas in people's hearts!
Therefore, I have no friends.
When there is sunshine and breeze, I will think of my mother. Mother's smile is as warm as sunshine, and her hands are as soft as the wind.
I still clearly remember my mother wearing a kimono and standing on clogs.
On the pure white twelve single clothes, the flowers are finely divided. Mother's satin black hair was tied behind her back with a white ribbon, and the tip of her hair hung to the ground.
I clearly remember the beauty of my mother, just as I clearly remember the desolation of her disappearing into the flame of the sky. A white ribbon flew away from the fire in the night and landed on my stiff shoulder.
A bright light flashed. I smiled. Fresh blood dyed the night fishy.
I came from a thousand years ago.
wind
Blow out the lamp
window
There is a number 1000 years ago.
Tomorrow's imperial examination
Success or failure
alas
The lights are off.
Don't order again.
Walk out of the cabin
The moon is bright and the stars are scarce.
"The future."
Silently, admiringly
sigh
On this long night
Start (a disease)
In this lonely life
Lipper
Du Fu
Immortal poet
Poet saint
The long night before the exam
How did they walk by?
The wind is really strong
Back off!
Light the lamp
Boil the last oil lamp
I also stayed up the last night of the scholar. .
10. I want to go back to the past, composition I want to go back to the past.
Sometimes, I want to go back.
Going back and forth between school and home every day, my childhood dreams are carefully put into my schoolbag, but they are ruthlessly drowned by my papers. I am at an unprecedented loss at my feet, because I don't know whether the next step of my life should be left or right, and I don't know what is worth my happiness. Maybe gray is my mood. Time passes through my fingers day after day, only to find that I can't find memories worth cherishing. Perhaps this is the life of fifteen years old, and there are emotions that make people want to escape everywhere, so I really want to go back to the past.
I still remember when I was a child, my mother asked me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I always answer that I want to be a dancer, but I always mumble a few words because I'm afraid my mother will say what I'm doing now. Then smile, I like to watch her smile, because I can feel his warmth from my mother's smile! However, now my mother seldom laughs, but often sighs at my paper. I asked my mother why you sighed, but my mother still smiled at me, with only bitterness and sadness in her smile.
I still remember when I was a child, I always liked running. The happiest time every day is fighting with my father. At that time, the happiest thing was my father's praise for my speed, because the teacher said, "Dad's love is like a mountain, and he is never good at expressing it." Therefore, I understand the preciousness of this kind of praise more. However, my father seldom runs with me now, because I always have endless homework and books. Even if I run occasionally, he always criticizes me for being too hasty and distracted. Fatherly love is still like a heavy mountain, but it makes me a little breathless.
I really want to go back to the past and go back to that warm moment. I don't understand what I did wrong. Why does my home feel very cold in my dream, leaving only good memories?
Is mom wrong? No, she still loves me. Is dad wrong? No, he still loves me.
Who is wrong? It's me. Maybe I haven't found my place yet. I always want to stay in the warm embrace, but I don't know how to work hard. I just feel that growing up is still a distant thing. I only know that I feel the beauty of life passively, but I don't know that what I pour into my mouth is bitter.
The fifteen-year-old sky is waiting for the young eagle to shed its tender feathers. Life goes on, but he needs to be more mature.