No matter in study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing, and they are all familiar with writing. Writing is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that they can understand to an external language form that has a standardized grammatical structure and can be understood by others. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my carefully arranged indelible memory composition for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. Unforgettable Memory Composition 1

"the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy, carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home" Whenever I hear this poem, it always reminds me of one thing hidden in the deepest part of my memory, an indelible memory.

it was a sunny noon, when I was still in a lunch class. My good friend and I went to her house to play. We had such a good time that we forgot the time and didn't even go to school. Soon the sun was setting, the sun father-in-law waved to me, and the moon sister smiled at me. When the teacher saw that he didn't go to school in the afternoon, he immediately called my mother. After receiving the call, her mother said to herself, "Where did the child go?"

Time is ticking, and my mother looks at her watch anxiously while looking for it. Ten minutes, half an hour, an hour and two hours have passed, and she runs like a wild horse with horns. Mom thought, "No, it's not a way to find it like this." It's almost six o'clock, and my mother, who was in a hurry, stopped looking for it alone and decided to find some friends to help. My father went to Puyang TV to send searching for you, and all the relatives and friends at home came. After explaining the situation, she acted quickly. They passed through the streets and kept shouting, "Yao Mingxin, where are you?"

Anxious mother led her friends everywhere, and I often went to several places. But no trace of me was found, and my mother was helpless and collapsed on the ground, worrying about all kinds of places I might go. But she knows that I have searched all the places I might go. Why can't she find them? Suddenly there was a cry from a friend of my mother's, and then my mother and friends pricked up their ears "found it, found it". After this cry, my mother immediately pulled herself together and looked for the source of the sound. In an instant, my mother stood in front of me, and my eyes dared not look at her. Anticipating all kinds of possible results, I slowly began to look at my mother's eyes, which lost their usual bright eyes, bloodshot eyes, and messy hair covered her usual exquisite makeup. My nose was sour, and suddenly my mother broke the peace of summer and put her arms around me. Suddenly I was lying in my mother's arms, feeling my mother's heartbeat. Tears soaked my mother's eyes and ran down the corner of my eyes. "Where have you been? Do you know how worried I am about you?" My mother twisted her chapped lips and said, "How can my mother live if you get lost?" Suddenly a warm current flooded into my heart, and I hugged my mother and cried.

maternal love is like a mountain, thick and full, boundless as the sky, sweet and clear as water, and flawless and crystal clear as jade. Every time I recall this incident and my mother's expression at that time, I feel my mother's love for me. I am everything to my mother. My mother's anxious and worried eyes will always be my indelible memory. Unforgettable Memory Composition 2

The most beautiful love in the world is caring, the most beautiful words are reminding, the closest people call their families, which encourage us to grow up happily, and home is everyone's safe haven.

"Time goes slowly, time goes slower!" Today is the first time that my eloquence has been tested. The teacher said that I have a good foundation and asked me to test Band 3 at once. Although I have been practicing for several months, I still feel nervous involuntarily. Looking at the students who left the examination room one by one, they breathed a sigh of relief. This one said, "The examiner is so fierce!" The one said, "The examiner is a mummy with no expression." ..... My heart beat more violently, and I only felt my face burning and my feet were like lead. At this point, the mother behind me gently stroked my head, "Come on! Believe that you are the best! The teacher said that you can skip a grade, and you can definitely do it! " My heart suddenly calmed down a lot

"No.47, with an elevation inscription." It's my call. It's like a fire under my feet and I'm running away to the team leader. The grading requirements are strict, and the exams must be conducted one by one. Candidates should wait in the waiting room alone, and parents should wait outside. I am about to enter the waiting room, and my mother smiles at me again, nods and gives me a thumb! I also responded to her, and my previous nervousness and fear vanished in such eye contact. It's my turn, from standing posture, etiquette, reading aloud, sitting posture to the end, I played very well. I always imagined that my mother was watching me right in front of my eyes and encouraging me. I couldn't be nervous or betray my mother's trust in me.

"All the items at Level 3 of the elevation mark have passed!" Oh yeah! When the teacher told me the result, I cheered and jumped for joy. I passed the exam smoothly, not only because of the teacher's hard cultivation, my hard study, but also because of my mother's tireless company every day. My mother's encouragement is the biggest driving force for my growth.

our family loves us as deeply as the sea, our love for our parents is like a trickle, our family loves us as much as a mountain, and our love for our parents is like a small mound. Every time we grow up, we can't do without the hard work of our parents. "but how much love has the inch-long grass, we have won three Chunhui." We have to study hard, live a good life, and let our parents care less about us. This is our reward to our parents.

The little things that our parents accompanied us will be unforgettable memories in my life. An indelible memory composition 3

It happened two years ago, but I still remember it vividly.

at that time, I was still young, just in the third grade. It's midsummer, and the weather is very hot, and cicadas are bleating feebly in the trees. My mouth was thirsty, and my throat was almost smoking. Suddenly, I saw the green watermelon field in the east of the village, and an idea suddenly came to my mind-stealing melons. I looked around and saw that there was only an isolated simple tent in the open watermelon field, but where was the melon farmer? Is sleeping soundly in the tent.

I really couldn't stand it. When I saw no one around, I bent down and ran into the melon field, carefully bypassing the tent. I saw green watermelons like big round balls. I picked up the big watermelons, knocked them, and said to myself, "Hey, when they are ripe, they will eat you." So, I took it off conveniently and hurriedly slipped away with the watermelon in my arms.

I ran into a hidden dry ditch and sat on a stone. After a while, I grasped the heat and sweated profusely. I didn't expect the ditch to be so stuffy, so I'd better go out! So, I picked up the watermelon in my hands and touched it gently on the stone. I only heard a crack, and the watermelon burst open, with red sand pulp and black melon seeds, which made people greedy. I couldn't help it any longer. I picked up the watermelon and wolfed it down with lightning speed. In a short time, I ate the whole watermelon, patted the ball like a belly, and I couldn't walk. But I feel great, I am not thirsty, and I have strength all over. I immediately left the ditch like a stuffy can and walked home with steady steps.

Just patronize the watermelon fields one after another.

I didn't expect things to happen. One day, I just entered the house and watched what Grandpa Gua said. I suddenly knew what was going on in my heart and walked home in fear and trembling. I went to my mother, and my grandfather smiled and said, "Shuang is back, and I should go." After listening to my grandfather's words, I understood the meaning. I sat in a chair, silent, and my mother spoke, saying, "Shuang, did you steal my neighbor's grandpa's melon?" "I ... I didn't steal it." I said. Mom added, "It's not you. What are you stuttering about? You must have a guilty conscience and said, is it you? " After my mother's repeated questioning, I finally confessed the whole story of stealing melons. "You boy, people in the village read that you are a good boy, so make a mistake to grandpa."

afterwards, I calmed down and carefully tasted the earnest words of my grandfather. I found him very amiable, and I also felt very sorry and guilty. It is branded on the heart like a red-hot soldering iron; Like teacher

, it always teaches me how to be a man.

this incident left me with indelible memories. Unforgettable memory composition 4

I quietly watched my gray sky, holding a photo that had already turned yellow in my hand, and my mind was full of resentment ...

It was a spring morning, and the slight rain fell on my shoulder, which seemed a little cold, perhaps because I wore too little!

listen, how beautiful it is! Twittering, so beautiful. I stood in front of the door with an indescribable excitement. My mother told me: "When the flowers bloom and the grass is green, my brother will come back to accompany me." I have been standing at the door waiting for my brother's arrival, wearing my favorite clothes. It's been a long time, and my brother hasn't come back yet. Mother said: Brother won't come. "I'm disappointed to go back to the house.

the next day, I stood at the door as usual, but my brother didn't come back.

the third day ...

the fourth day ...

I wonder, does my brother want me? No, brother will come back.

Finally, one day, my classmate Xiao Nuo told me, "I heard about your brother."

I quickly asked, "My brother, my brother, he, what happened to him?"

Nuo Nuo's expression suddenly changed. Seeing that I was in such a hurry, she had to tell me. She said: "I heard from my aunt that your brother seems to have fallen in the factory, because the rescue was not timely, so ..."

"What, no, no, no, it's impossible. My brother said he would come back, and he wouldn't lie to me. "

"Don't be silly, your brother is gone."

"no! No! No! " I shouted loudly, hoping to drown out Nuo Nuo's voice, so that I would never hear about my brother's departure.

instead of going to school, I immediately ran back to ask my mother. "Brother won't come back?"

"I will."

"Come on, don't lie to me. I have heard all about it. "

My mother's face suddenly aged a lot. She patted me on the shoulder and said, "Your brother fell to his death in the factory. However, he still misses you, bought you something long ago and wrote you a letter. "

"where's the letter?"

"here, you see. I haven't touched it. This is the doll he gave you. "

My eyes are wet. I have to accept this reality, but I have to admit that I can't accept it at all. I opened the envelope, which contained photos of my brother and me as children. The letter said: Sister, my brother misses you very much, but for you to study hard, my brother will definitely make money. Trust brother. Also, you should study hard and don't worry about me.

I will! I will.

I still have that yellowed photo in my hand, which contains all my memories, a memory that will never be erased. Although he is no longer in this world.

I will stand at the door every day, wearing my favorite clothes. Waiting for someone ... indelible memory composition 5

People always make mistakes, and no one is perfect. But there are some unforgivable things, such as my mistake, which is deeply imprinted in my mind and becomes an indelible memory.

once, I got 85 points in the math unit test. When I heard this surprising and depressing score, I was restless, always thinking about how to tell my mother. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I was like an ant on hot bricks-I was in a hurry. Later, a "brilliant" way flashed through my mind-lying. But as long as I listen to the drumming footsteps, I will be scared and warm all over, just like carrying a rabbit. After a long time, I was quiet. When my mother came back, I told her, "I didn't do well in math, but I only got 85 points." Looking at my mother with an "O" mouth and a surprised face, I faltered and said, "The whole class didn't do well in the exam, but only I got the additional questions right." My mother also comforted me and said, "Be more careful next time." I lied to my mother and I can't sleep at night.

The next day, my paper was handed out. Looking at the paper with wrong questions and the dazzling score, I suddenly felt a sense of unease. My mother came back and asked me, "What does the serial number on the paper mean?" I was speechless for a moment and said, "The two classes are ranked together." Mom thought about it, looked at my expression and asked, "Is it true?" This sentence hit the nail on the head, and I thought, "Oh, no, it's out!" Under my mother's aggressive questioning, I had to tell the truth. In fact, I was not the only one who did the right thing ... Unexpectedly, my mother looked at me meaningfully and said, "You are so creative! If the score is poor, you can retake the exam, but lying is a quality problem. " When my mother finished speaking, she was ready to leave. Suddenly, a strong force made me stand up and cried and said to my mother, "Mom, I was wrong, forgive me!" " My mother didn't look back, and her attitude was very firm. I know that this time I made my mother angry and sad. Although my mother didn't hit me this time, my heart was somehow worse than it was. Looking at my mother's back, I thought, "If only time could go back, so that I wouldn't make such a mistake."

"Lying will always be exposed. Lying is not only a matter of quality, it also makes you lose trust. " I can't stop hearing this sentence. I will never forget this incident. I will remember this lesson and lie. I hate you! Unforgettable Memory Composition 6

Turn over the pages of yellowed memories and try to find the dribs and drabs of footprints left by the past. It seems that my former friends have become strange now. In a hurry, the friendship that has been maintained for two years has faded, and I can't find any intimacy. I only meet them occasionally and smile faintly. Now I can only look for those unforgettable memories in the past through these yellowed pages. At least I can hold this only remaining piece of silk thread.

In my memory, I once had such a friend, with long black hair and a pair of bright eyes hidden under the neat bangs. When she saw you, she only smiled at you. She looked like a cheerful and happy girl, but no one would know the huge scar hidden in her heart. Her name was Wang Mengya. Only when she regarded me as a bosom friend did she tell me her inner pain. She told me that she was actually not cheerful and happy. She didn't want to be outstanding. She just wanted to be her ordinary self. When she was eight years old, her parents had been quarrelling, but her parents promised her that if he studied hard, his parents would not divorce, so he kept being that good girl and being himself in that false world. Later, her parents said that they would go to Beijing to work. But it was not until two years later, when she went to Beijing, that she realized that her parents had divorced a year ago. She cried bitterly, but what's the use?

The divorce of her parents did not make her lose confidence in life and herself, which made her vulnerable. On the contrary, she became stronger. exist