Unforgettable topic composition 1 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. I have been in junior high school for almost two years. The bits and pieces engraved in the memory of primary school, as if just yesterday, still make me fresh in my memory and unforgettable.
The most unforgettable time was that time: I got up too late in the morning and didn't have time to check my schoolbag. When I arrived at school, I found that I forgot to bring my English book. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, and I'm in a dilemma. Borrowing is not, and not borrowing is not acceptable. Other classes have already started, which is really unique!
I looked around the class for the last hope to see if there was a miracle, but it didn't happen. Just when I was at a loss, a man came up to me and handed me a book. Ah, this is an English book. I am as happy as finding light in the dark. I looked up, and it was my good friend Xiao Ting. I was so happy that I forgot to ask her where she borrowed it. I just hugged her and kept thanking her.
"Jingle bells …" At the beginning of the class, the teacher walked into the classroom with his head held high, and all the students sat upright. As usual, the teacher said, "Stand up consciously without books." To my surprise, Xiao Ting stood up. It suddenly dawned on me that this English book was not borrowed, but her own. I feel so guilty! But I don't have the courage to stand up and tell the truth. I wanted to apologize to her after class, so I didn't think too much.
Before entering junior high school, we just left contact information with each other.
At this moment, huge tears crossed my eyes, reminding me that you may not care much about one thing at ordinary times, but when you think about it afterwards, it will often become an unforgettable memory.
Once I happened to meet Xiao Ting, and I couldn't help sighing: What an unforgettable memory it was!
Unforgettable topic composition 2 There was an exam in our class without a test paper, which I will never forget.
It was a Chinese review class, and the students sat upright in their seats, waiting for the teacher to come to class. Teacher Shi came into the classroom like a gust of wind and mysteriously said to everyone, "We are going to have an exam today ..." Before the teacher finished, the classroom was boiling. Some whispered, "I didn't remind you that I have an exam today!" " Some sighed, and some rushed to review at the last minute.
Looking at everyone's panic, the teacher smiled and said, "There is no paper in this exam, which is very special." "Ah?" The students were even more surprised. "What exam is it?" Some are very clever: "it should be a reading test!" " "I guess it's a listening test?" Some students are pale and nervous in what everyone said.
"Please get ready, all stand up, bypass the podium and walk around the classroom in the order of sitting." The teacher seems unfathomable, but the students are puzzled. A classmate said, "Go away and just listen to the teacher!" "
You see, some students don't care if they take eight steps; Some are cautious, like children who have done something wrong; Some are like curious little monkeys, looking around. Several students in front of me whispered as they walked, "What happened to Teacher Shi today? What do you want us to do? " ..... question marks are beating, constantly impacting our thinking.
Walking, I saw Ma Ming, a classmate with poor grades, go to the corner of the classroom, pick up some brooms that fell to the ground and put them neatly. Tang Xiaochang, the monitor, put the protractor back on the platform. I thought to myself, "The teacher didn't ask us to clean the classroom. How stupid they are! " "
In this way, we circled once or twice ... until the fourth lap, the teacher asked the students to return to their seats, then looked around the class seriously and announced loudly: "Today's exam is over. There was no test paper this time, and only two students in our class got full marks, namely Wu Manping and Tang Xiaochang. " "Ah?" Boiling up again in the classroom, "with what? Why! "
"Because they picked up the brooms on the ground and put them in order, and because they put the things that fell on the ground back in place." The teacher looks a little excited. "Why did they do this in the process of leaving just now, but you turned a blind eye?" As the old saying goes,' don't do it with small evils, don't do it with small goodness'. Although the matter just now is small,' I don't care about the details, but I will be great in the end'. How can you be a noble person if you don't even want to do these little things? "
The teacher walked off the platform, gently stroked her red face and continued emotionally: "In fact, on the long road of our future life, we will face countless exams without papers. Whether we can get full marks and become a trustworthy and respectable successful person depends entirely on your self-cultivation and spiritual edification. I hope everyone remembers that it is easy and endless to be good and small! "
There was a storm of applause in the classroom, which washed away everyone's hearts and our feelings with the teacher's teachings. Perhaps, after several years, this scene will still reappear in the depths of my memory. ...
Unforgettable topic composition 3 in that season
Looking at the inexplicable time of walking and the countless days circled by the red pen, I picked up those things from my childhood.
The cicada singing in that season seems to be particularly noisy, otherwise why is it still ringing in my memory? The cobwebs in front of and behind the house were ruthlessly cut by us. Since then, homeless spiders have had to wander around. Cicada catching tools waved in a group of immature hands and turned into summer laughter.
By the river, let a boat drift with the wind. Dandelion blows away, like snow falling all over the sky, which belongs to the taste of summer. The sun is a burning fire, hanging high in the air, and everything on the ground is roasted to a clear outline. If so, all the pictures are fixed on those barefoot, dark faces.
The stream gurgled and meandered into the distance. The splashing water jumped around happily at the feet, and the iron drums collided with each other, tinkling the children's laughter. Holding hands and lowering his head, he searched carefully in the cave on the wall, hoping that the rampaging guy would appear. As a result, the stream left our young footprints, which are still as clear as yesterday in the river of memory.
Sunset couldn't go home, and the bamboo bed was quietly carried out by too many cooks. Everyone scrambled to climb up, waiting for the sky to be decorated with bright fragments, accompanied by ancient myths, > fairy tales are cool and comfortable! However, those stars were disobedient and didn't seem to blink at us. The moon hangs in the sky like a sickle, so we point our little hands at the moon. But mom says you can't point at it, or it will cut your ear while you sleep. We were afraid, so we took our fingers away, closed our eyes and listened to the dialogue between crickets. I vaguely remember that our ears were really secretly cut by the moon that winter, but now the scars have healed and there is no trace left.
The sleepy stars rose, and the adults pointed to the two stars on the other side of the Tianhe River to tell us the myth of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Naughty, such a beautiful story, we can't understand. We look for dancing streamers in the depths of the grass in twos and threes and store our fairy tales in transparent bottles. I think it is a star in the Milky Way, and it can dream with us. So, draw the gauze curtain, move the bottle caps out of a little gap, let them fly out one by one, and shout with great ambition: "First, take off. Second, take off. Take off? " That night, I slept peacefully under the starlight.
That season was as beautiful as an unrealistic dream.
Unforgettable topic composition 4 When the breeze blows our faces for a while, with a smile of infinite joy, we dance with the wind in the breeze and grow up slowly.
When I was a child, I was so fond of fantasy and so stupid that I didn't know what to do and what not to do. I didn't think about it, so I just moved around. When I was seven years old, I kept thinking about it in my mind.
At that time, my friends and I were playing on the green grass in a spring season, and almost blew off our hats one by one. In the breeze, we played with eagles and chickens on the grass, watermelons exploded, and the word "Wang" was written ... One of these playmates is my closest friend, and we can do different things, such as playing sandcastles and the rest of us? The sand was rolled into a big ball and had a snowball fight, which made us all covered in sand, but we were always happy. Our painting level is very high. We often learn to draw, play with mud or skate together, so that our relationship becomes closer. Every day when I was nine years old, we went to senior one. She went to Mingzhu Primary School and I went to Hanyu Primary School. We are far apart, and they are all moved. We no longer have childhood smiles, but we always have such a lonely expression on our faces. Our childhood has always been with us.
Every bit of childhood is gradually lost, floating in the air, no one can see or touch it, but I don't know, I hope our childhood will stay between me and her forever. She is Hu.
Unforgettable topic What happened in childhood is like a seashell on the seashore, which has never been found. With the passage of time, they gradually disappeared in the long river of my memory. However, there is one thing I still can't forget.
It was a cold afternoon and I was doing my homework at my grandmother's house. Suddenly, there was a cry from the window: "Sweet and big candied haws!" " I left my homework, asked my mother for 5 yuan and ran downstairs.
Downstairs, I repeatedly stopped the old man who bought candied haws: "I want a big, sweet candied haws!" " "No problem!" Grandpa answered with a grin.
I looked at my grandfather carefully, only to see his white hair, wrinkled face and bloodshot eyes ... Grandpa chose candied haws for me, and at the moment he handed them to me, I saw his hands like a dead tree skin with cocoons on them. I gave the money to my grandfather, who asked me for money. I looked down, ah! I changed two yuan more.
I took the money with fear and excitement and ran home as fast as I could.
When I got home, I gave my mother the extra money and told her the whole story.
At this time, my mother's always kind face showed me a strange expression, and my right hand was raised high, but my mother's hand did not fall, because my eyes were shining with tears. My mother said earnestly, "It's such a cold day that he is so hard. This extra money may be the money that people sell a few Sugar-Coated Berry. " Be honest and don't covet petty advantages. "After listening to my mother, I feel guilty. Grandpa's gaunt face appeared in front of my eyes again, with white hair, wrinkles, bloodshot eyes and hands like dead tree skins ... I decided to go to grandpa.
I've been looking for it for a long time, but I haven't found my grandfather.
Now, whenever I think about it, I feel ashamed. I really want to say to grandpa, "I'm sorry, grandpa."
Unforgettable topic composition article 6 I have many unforgettable things, among which the game of the heart is unforgettable.
Today, our class carried out activities wholeheartedly. The rules of the competition are as follows: the teacher asks a classmate to come to the stage and draw a note with an idiom written on it. This classmate looks for an idiom to do the action, and then let another classmate guess. If he can't guess, the opportunity will be given to someone else.
Du was the first to play at the beginning of the game. He first drew a note, was silent for a long time, and called his friend Wang Hao. Du took a book and pretended it was a watermelon. He ate while walking. After eating, he threw the book on the ground, stepped on it and fell down. We laughed at him, but we were still puzzled. Wang Hao looked puzzled. Just as we were chattering, Xu Jiahui, a talented woman in our class, lifted her master and said, "You deserve it!" " ! The teacher gave an affirmative smile. Yes, you deserve it! No, my classmate is thinking: Xujiahui still has a lot of extracurricular knowledge, so he can accumulate a lot of money!
It's Xu Jiahui's turn to perform. She took out a piece of paper from the box and called her friend Qing Sun. The performance has begun. First, she chiseled a door in the wall. Just as we were thinking hard, Xujiahui suddenly opened the door and the light came in. Oh, many students suddenly realized that Qing Sun understood and said loudly: Dig the wall and steal the light! Not stealing, borrowing. The teacher corrected, and Qing Sun nodded.
I benefited a lot from taking this course. I increased my vocabulary and tested our accumulation. It's killing two birds with one stone!
Unforgettable Topic Composition 7 On Sunday morning, I took the bus to learn Olympic Mathematics as usual. After a while, I waited for the bus. When I got on the bus, I saw that there was only one seat left behind the driver, so I sat on it without hesitation. Although there are no standing passengers on the bus, there will be more people at the next stop. An old man got on the bus with the crowd and stood next to me.
I didn't realize anything at first. Suddenly I saw a propaganda paper posted on the bus: "Please give your seat to the elderly, children and pregnant women!" "My heart thumped and looked at my grandfather with his back to him. His body kept shaking with the bumps of the car. His hand that tried to grab the handrail seemed to loosen at any moment because of turbulence, causing him to fall to the ground heavily. His hunched body swayed back and forth, showing an unbearable look.
I saw a public service advertisement before. I never give my seat to an old man on the bus. Finally, someone stepped forward. I want to stand up and give my seat to the old man like in the public service advertisement. But I am timid, timid old people will let me sit down, and timid people will call me stupid. I have been hesitating like this. How many times did I want to stand up, but I comforted myself that the old man was fine. Did he stand up?
At this time, the old man looked back at me with sharp eyes, as if he had seen through everything I thought. My eyes flashed and I didn't dare to look him in the eye. However, trust is clearly revealed in these eyes. I gritted my teeth and made up my mind. I stood up and said to my grandfather, "Grandpa, you sit here." The old man paused, then reacted, smiled, repeatedly said "Oh, Oh" in his mouth, and sat down contentedly. He gave me another look, but it contained emotion and relief. It seems that all my struggles just now are unnecessary. I walked to the place where the old man stood just now and held the handrail. At this time, the car bumped again, which shocked my body, but this is no longer the old man here.
What is there to hesitate about?
Unforgettable topic composition 8 has been heard a lot since childhood. Some make me laugh, some make me sad, but I still remember one sentence!
I studied hard pen calligraphy in teacher Zhang's class when I was five years old. At first, I was confident, but after a few days of practice, my hands were sore because I wrote too hard. "I complained to my mother," I don't want to practice any more, because practicing language makes it difficult for me to raise my hands and arms. Mother kindly said, "son, persistence is victory!" " "After listening to my mother's words, I feel very reasonable and started practicing again. A few days later, I felt my hand bone fall off. My tears fall like broken pearls. I thought: Why doesn't my mother know me so well? Doesn't she love me? At this time, my mother came. She seemed to see my mind, touched my head and said, "You can't give up halfway, persistence is victory!" " "I know my mother is encouraging me. In order to live up to my mother, I started practicing again. Finally, one day, my words were posted on the blackboard by Mr. Zhang, like a bird flying out of a cage, like a bird, jumping into my mother's arms and sharing this happy mood with my mother! !
What! Mom, your words made me realize my mistakes and learned to persist. Thank you, mom!
Unforgettable topic composition 9 "Unity is strength, unity is strength, this strength is iron, this strength is steel …" On this beautiful summer night, grand singing will ring in the park downstairs on time.
At this time, my mother and I will join this grand chorus of 100 people. This is the best moment of the day. Look, under the bright starlight, everyone gets together and sings with the accompaniment of the central band.
I often watch the conductor standing on the high stool. Holding a baton, wearing a pair of white gloves and a fancy suit, he was solemn and serious. His hands fly up and down like butterflies, the baton will draw a beautiful arc in the air, leaving the most beautiful colors, and the whole band will play the most beautiful music. His eyes were slightly closed, his lips trembled slightly, his legs were beating with the rhythm of the music, and his head couldn't help swinging with the music, as if he were standing in the middle of a gorgeous stage. He was completely absorbed in it and couldn't extricate himself. The conductor's love for the role of conductor exudes infinite enthusiasm, which makes me feel that this starry summer night is beautiful.
There are several stout and tall old locust trees beside the team. The breeze blows, and the leaves collide and sway back and forth, playing the most beautiful natural chords on this summer night. Crickets also accompanied everyone, and the whole venue became ethereal and beautiful. My eyes were drawn back to this huge chorus. The new aunts are holding a yellow lyric book. Although some can't keep up with the rhythm, everyone's face is full of happy smiles, and they still try their best to sing aloud. At the edge of the line, there are some children dancing and singing to the music. Maybe it's their own smile. All the people here are absorbed in singing, which makes me feel that this cool summer night is extremely beautiful. ...
Everyone sings not only inner joy and joy, but also enthusiasm for life. When I talk to everyone here, I can feel their inner joy, relaxation and persistence in singing. The most important thing is to let these old people have a heart that will never age. This is really the best time!
"Towards the sun, towards freedom, towards new China, it shines brightly." The breeze is blowing gently and the stars are shining. What a wonderful time this is. ...