In ordinary study, work and life, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my carefully compiled composition in my memory, for reference only, hoping to help everyone. Her composition is deep in my memory. 1

When I saw this topic, her face immediately came to my mind, because she left a deep impression in my memory.

She is an amiable old woman. She is sallow and emaciated, and her weather-beaten face is deeply affected by the hardships of life. Although she met me only once, she left a very deep impression on me.

On a sunny day, my mother asked me to throw out the garbage, and I involuntarily agreed. I took the trash can, walked out of the house and walked to the garbage recycling bin in the distance. I don't know if the garbage is too heavy or I'm too lazy to walk any more. When it's only two or three steps away from the garbage can, I casually lifted the garbage, and more than half of the garbage fell outside the garbage can. I suddenly felt bad and turned to leave. Suddenly came an old woman; I hurried to hide for fear that she would find me scolded. She saw the pile of rubbish, but she didn't walk away with a bored face, but leaned down and took it into the dustbin with both hands, regardless of the dirt. My heart is sour, as if I felt that I had committed a great crime. How can the innocent teachings of parents and teachers fly to the outside of the cloud nine? Protecting and caring for the environment is the obligation of each of us and a compulsory course for each of us. How can I do that?

I got up my courage, stood up and apologized to my grandmother: "I'm sorry, grandma, I threw these rubbish, so let me clean it!" " "Oh?" She was shocked by my sudden apology, but soon calmed down. "Good boy, it's a good thing to correct your mistakes. I'll just clean it today, but remember not to litter next time!" There was a gratified smile on her face ...

Her back gradually faded away, and my tears swirled in my eyes. She left a deep impression on my mind. She wrote in the depths of my memory 2

Friends are an indispensable part of my life. Once I really like this friend, I will take her as my whole and pay for her, but now, I dare not make friends easily.

Seeing others frolicking and playing with their friends, the deep pain in my memory suffocates me: I remember two years ago, after making friends with her, I almost regarded her as my treasure. When I saw her playing with others, I would lose my temper, but my love for her never changed. We played together, ate snacks together, chatted together and knew that she liked an anime cartoon. So I bought several gadgets with that picture for her ...

But, unexpectedly, it changed beyond recognition in less than a week: when I went to see her three days ago, she was lukewarm towards me. On the fourth day, she asked someone to hand me a piece of paper with two big words written on it: dear John! When I went to ask her why, she ignored me directly. I didn't understand why, so I cried when I got home. When I met her later, it seemed like a passer-by. There was no laughter, no greetings, only a desolate moment.

I heard later that it was because of a boy, and I was unable to ask any more questions.

it turns out that fragile friendship can't stand the wind and rain. I still shed tears when I look at the two people playing in front of me. She wrote a composition in my deep memory. 3

On the night before the final exam of the fifth grade, many people went to bed early. I took out a needle and thread and ribbon and made a small bow hairpin for her-perhaps this is the last one I made for her. Past scenes appear in my mind like movies.

The teacher asked us to form a club freely, and I joined Phyl's dance club. Phyl is always picking on me. One day, when I was in a club activity, I was a little slow. Phyl shouted at me, "Yang Xianyu, you are acting weird again! Later, pull your legs, waist and shoulders! " Phyl executed me again. "ah! It hurts! " I am most afraid of bending my back and bending my body backwards, and my bones will crack. "Hum!" Phyl ignored my screams. "Is she all right? Will it flash? " Musiyu turned to me again and said, "Are you all right?" Then, she carefully helped me stand up. Suddenly, I felt warm as if I had drunk a cup of hot tea. In the club, Siyu is the person who cares about me the most.

one afternoon, I was hit by someone and had a nosebleed. Silk saw it and accompanied me to the bathroom immediately. She took out the few pieces of paper she had and gave it to me, and wiped my blood.

with this in mind, I am full of energy and continue to do it like a fighter with sufficient fuel. I must give her the hairpin myself before she goes to Grade Four, Grade One.

After the Chinese exam, I quickly rushed to the examination room on the seventh floor. It's chilly and it's raining outside the window. My body is hot and cold, and my feet are as heavy as lead-maybe this is the last time we meet.

"hen! Look! Here you are! I made you a bow hairpin! " I shouted my nickname in silk and put the hairpin in her hand. "Thank you!" She was still so shy, but she kissed my face. When I went back to the examination room on the sixth floor, I kept stroking my face, hoping that I could smell her on my hands.

When school is over at noon, we queue up beside the playground. As soon as I got downstairs, I looked for Siyu, but I couldn't find her. I stood on the playground, and the rain hit my face, mixed with the salty taste of tears. I know I won't see her this time, and maybe I won't see her again.

I hope to see her when I get the notice. But Siyu didn't come, only her mother came.

it's chilly, and it's still raining outside the window. Her composition in the depths of my memory 4

The person who left a deep memory for me was not a great man, nor a rich man, nor a dazzling star, but an old man who did nothing to sell red dates in the street.

In spring and March, although the sun is shining, there is still a little chill in the air. An old man with a hunched body, wearing a knitted hat and a cotton coat, carrying a basket of red dates in the vast sea of people.

"Ding Rinrin ..." The wonderful school bell rings. When I walked out of the school gate, I saw an endless stream of parents at the door. Suddenly, my eyes stopped on a group of people, and my curiosity made me walk past. Looking closer, it turned out that the old man I saw this morning was selling red dates. I think she is about seventy years old, her eyes are wrinkled, her hair is messy, and her face is covered with traces of time. The fragrance of red dates permeated me, and I couldn't help swallowing. Perhaps the old man saw my greedy look and generously grabbed a handful of dates for me to eat. Her dates are big and red, like lanterns and agates. But I was embarrassed to take it and refused. But the old man insisted on giving it, so I had to accept it. Take a jujube and put it in your mouth. It's fragrant and sweet. It's delicious. "Aunt, how old are you?" Suddenly, a voice broke the silence. I looked up and it turned out to be a fashionable aunt. The old man said, "I am seventy." Aunt asked in surprise, "Do you have any children?" The old man said, "I have a son and two daughters." Aunt frowned and said, "Why don't they take care of you?" The old man said, "They all have children and jobs. I can support myself and earn some money while I am in good health. I don't want to bother them." Everyone was dumbfounded, stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs-up. Aunt handed the old man twenty yuan, took a generation of red dates and said, "I'll buy a bag." The old man touched his pocket with his hand and said, "Wait a minute, I don't have any change now." Aunt smiled and said, "well, I'll take another bag." Then he took another bag. At this time, the old man grabbed a handful of dates and handed them to his aunt, saying, "This is our own jujube. Please take more." Aunt embarrassedly took it away. Everyone came to buy dates when they saw them, but the old man snatched them away. After that, the old man stood up with difficulty, put away his stall and disappeared into the sea of people.

Look, this old man is not a great man, nor a rich man, nor a dazzling star, but her independence, atmosphere and kindness are deeply rooted in my heart. Her composition is deep in my memory. 5

In my memory, there are many people who impressed me deeply, including relatives, friends, classmates ...... But the one that impressed me the most.

I remember that in the third grade, my English was not very good, and I often got more than 8 points in the exam. Many people say that you need to listen to English more to do well in the exam, but no matter how I listen, my English has not improved.

In an English exam, I can't do many questions, and my nervous heart is pounding. If I don't do well in the exam, my mother will definitely scold me. When the bell rang, my heart was very uneasy. It seems that I will die this time.

After two or three days, the test papers were handed out. When the teacher read that I scored 7, I was very calm. I thought this was my real level, but my English teacher was surprised. She said, "In my impression, you should score more than 9." When I heard the teacher's words, I was very moved. My heart was sweet because the teacher recognized me so much, but it was also a little sour because I didn't meet the teacher's expectations.

after class, the teacher called me to the office, because she thought that I did badly in this exam because I didn't do the test paper carefully. I never thought that the teacher would recognize me so much. I am secretly making up my mind: I must get a good grade in the exam next time and don't let the teacher down again.

Since then, I have scored more than 9 points in my English exam. After each exam, I will show a confident smile. I also understand that English requires more listening and reading to do well in the exam, and I also have a love for English.

I want to thank this English teacher, who helped me regain my confidence in English. There was a person in my memory. She was not only my classmate, friend, but also my mentor. It was her who made me understand what helpfulness meant and the friendship between friends.

It was the afternoon of the second grade. It was a big recess, and we had free activities. I was playing on the playground with several close friends. Suddenly, the classmate standing behind me didn't know how. The teacher criticized me, and all of them ran away. I had no choice but to go to the office alone to wipe the medicine. However, the pain of my leg injury made me unable to move forward, so I had to sit in the same place. At this moment, my good friend came over. She was surprised to see me sitting in the same place, but after seeing my leg injury, she immediately picked me up and walked carefully to the office. However, when going up the stairs, She picked me up on her back and walked up the steps step by step. When I went to the office, the class teacher asked me to sit down and help me take the medicine. I sat in the chair and thought about what she had just done. My tears could not help but flow down and just fell on my wound. The teacher turned around and I quickly wiped my tears with my hands. Fortunately, the teacher didn't notice. The teacher asked, "Does it still hurt?" I shook my head gently and said, "Thank you, teacher, it doesn't hurt." "You don't have to thank me, you should thank Xiaoyan. Hey, where is Xiaoyan?" At this time, I found that Xiaoyan had disappeared. The teacher looked around. After a while, the teacher said, "You should say thank you to Xiaoyan later." Well, I nodded and a smile floated on my face. Xiaoyan, you made me understand that when others are in trouble, they should not turn a blind eye, but lend a helping hand without hesitation. You also let me know that friends should help and love each other! She wrote a composition in the depths of my memory. 7

Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly. In the blink of an eye, 2xx quietly went away. The year of 2xx is coming, and a few more little stars are shining in my memory galaxy. As a jewel, she still smiles at me.

She laughs with me when I am happy. When I am in distress, help me get rid of my distress, and when I am sad, accompany me through my sadness ... She is a good classmate and friend who silently helps me and gives me courage.

She is a clever and talented little girl. A pair of watery eyes, always hovering in thinking, a Qiaozui Zhang when answering, eloquent, gushing. Although she is young, she looks like a doctor with a pair of glasses on her high nose. She also has some nicknames called "Little Bookworm" and "Little Friends".

on weekends, she is always reading. There are books in the bookcase, bedside, table and chair, as if they were a sea of books. She reads widely, whether it's newspapers, books, novels, short stories, novellas or novels, she picks them up and reads them. It is better to extract or even recite the wonderful paragraphs of good words and sentences in the article. When writing a composition, ideas are like faucets, which keep pouring out. The content of the article is rich and interesting, and the thinking is clear and the language is humorous, which makes people applaud.

She not only likes reading, but also loves practicing calligraphy. After class, the students are playing in the playground, and she is the only one practicing calligraphy in the classroom; Before lunch break, she will also practice some copybooks. Words seem to be her inseparable friends. The copybook she practiced is like a thick book, and every magical word in it is like a lively lobster jumping on the paper. It's like colorful bubbles shining in the sun, more like naughty children playing in the bamboo forest. Every word is full of vitality.

after listening to my introduction, you must really want to know this classmate! Let you lean your ear slowly. She is my good friend-Guo Jiajing.

With the passage of time, she lingers in the depths of my memory of the Yellow River ... She writes in the depths of my memory. 8

Her face is full of wrinkles, her hair is half black and half white, her eyes are intense and kind, her lips are pure red and small, and her nose is low, which is her kind face.

One night, I was tossing and turning in bed, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. Maybe it was hot weather or insomnia. I woke her up and cried to her that I couldn't sleep. She gently said to me, "You can fall asleep by pressing a blood level." Press my acupoints. However, the annoying vampire-mosquito won't let me sleep. Ding-ding on me and sucking my blood. After she saw it, she thought about it and covered me with the quilt. Press my acupoints again and sing a lullaby to make me fall asleep. In a daze, I fell asleep. Sometimes, I get a little wronged by my parents. I would cry to her, but she kept wiping away my tears. At that time, I only felt that her thin shoulders were my safe haven forever.

She, a person who loves me and hurts me, is also my safe haven, a person who teaches me how to love. She always wears plain clothes and an apron and cooks delicious food for me in a narrow kitchen, which increases my nutrition and improves my intelligence. She always helps me silently whenever I am in trouble ...

Actually, she is my impression.