The memory essay that has never gone away is about 500 words

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with or use composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition, and university composition (**). I believe that writing an essay is a headache for many people, and the following is an 800-word essay on memories of the distant past that I have compiled for you, I hope it will help you.

On Teacher's Day, Jiang Xingzi and I went back to our alma mater to visit our teachers.

The moment I stepped into the campus, I thought I had forgotten something a long time ago, and I came flooding over like a tide, as if I was a drowning person, reaching out into the air, waving helplessly, trying to escape the whirlpool of memories, but there was nothing I could do. It really took my breath away. Those memories replay before my eyes like a movie:

Look, we used to talk in the Talent Garden, look, we used to chase and run on the campus avenue, look, we used to complain about the school ...... countless times on the playground

After reading Teacher Huang, we went to the previous class again. It was as if everything had been reversed, and I had become the little girl running hard with her schoolbag on her back in the sixth grade, and when I entered the door, I seemed to hear the sound of my classmates reading aloud; When I entered the door, I seemed to see the kind face of the head teacher; When I entered the door, I seemed to see the frolicking of my classmates after class; When I entered the door, I seemed to see the well-behaved appearance of the whole class being disciplined and punished......We've laughed, we've played, we've played ......Such a beautiful memory, I am afraid that it will pass away. Can people let go of pain, but will they be the happy people once had?

Even if there is an abyss behind it, even if it will never recover.

The door is still the same door, the window is still the same window, why do I always feel that something is wrong? I don't know when it started, the ever-strange C124 is gone, and the current class card has become a number that I am not familiar with; I don't know when it began, the piles of books, books, and rags on the bookshelf turned into a handbag; I don't know when it started, and the clock that reminds us of the time is gone; I don't know when Chi Pixiang started, the corridor that has always been lively, I can no longer hear the playful screams of "crazy C124"; I don't know when it started, in the same office, but I can't see the teacher who is working hard to correct homework; I don't know when it started, the same table and chairs, but I can't see the same table with a dead face calling my nickname. Once, all those classmates who called me nicknames weirdly, where have you gone?

I miss you so much!

Mother said, "Now Zuo hurry up and write their names on the graduation photo, in the future, you will not remember their names." "I was really scared to hear my mother's words, I was afraid to forget them, so I had a very good wish, I hope I have enough money to buy a magic box for my six years of time, six years of friends, everything that belongs between us.

It has been said, "Growing up is a path that is destined to lose the things we love most, and none of us can avoid it." "Looking back suddenly, I really lost something that I could never get back in this life, memories that were far away.

To those of us who will eventually graduate.

With the passage of time, the golden dream of childhood has quietly passed, but the scene full of childlike fun has long been frozen in my memory.

When I was rummaging through things that day, I stumbled upon a photo album that had been hidden in a cabinet for a long time. I opened it curiously, and the memories of my childhood were vivid in my mind......

Turning to the first page of the album reminded me of the funny story of picking strawberries with my father. As I walked to the field, I walked my dad up his trouser legs, wore a huge straw hat, and held a plastic basin in his hand. After I was "armed", I followed my father.

Because I carried too many things, I was small and swayed like a duck when I walked. Dad couldn't help but laugh when he saw my embarrassed appearance. He simply picked up the camera and "crackled-" to take this **.

Seeing it now, I really want to go back to the innocent world I used to have.

Hahaha....I laughed. This ** was taken while visiting Zhuhai. At that time, my brother and I were chasing after me in the marble-paved square, running with a happy smile on our faces from time to time.

Mom took a picture of ** when we were not expecting. When the ** washed out, I saw that my brother actually flew up. It turned out that when my mother was taking pictures of us, my brother happened to start jumping.

In the future, whenever a guest comes to the house, I will take out this ** to show off to them: "My brother has become an immortal!" "At this time, my brother would stare at me wide-eyed, and I couldn't laugh or cry.

Turning this page, what catches your eye is the ** taken during the "Panyu Xiangjiang Wildlife World". Behind my brother and I was a man-made tree that opened its mouth viciously as if it were going to devour us. But my brother and I were still smiling and ...... leisurely

Looking at the photos full of childlike fun, I feel as if I have returned to that carefree childhood. Although these are old things, they are like small glowing shells that will remain on the beach of my memory forever.

That good memory, time is flying, and I am crossing the threshold of youth; The days are gone, but I haven't stayed for a long time, and suddenly looking back, I find that many beautiful things in my memory have passed with the years. "Like water, like water. "Time does not stand still, because of this, I hate memories, I am afraid that I will stop in the past, so I follow the footsteps of time closely, in fact, I am wrong, memories are the most sacred, even God cannot touch.

Different memories have created different us, so in this thirteenth winter, I began to recall ...... for the first timeI remembered when I was four years old, at the beach, because I was afraid of water, I hugged my mother tightly; I remembered myself when I was seven years old, when I was stealing other people's grapes in the garden with my friends; I remembered a lot of extremely funny things when I started military training. How can these memories be discarded? And that summer, my mother and I went to Jingyue to play, and there was a small stream, and there were only two chains on the water that were level with the ground, and it was even more dangerous than I thought, and it was only balanced by the interaction between the two of us.

The distance was so wide that my mother felt like she was going to fall, and so did I. I'm afraid that some bugs will fly over, and it seems that the slightest movement must be stopped, let alone scratched. Looking at the people next to us who fell into the dirty water one by one, we were about to give up, but victory was not far ahead.

In the end, I passed. "Memories, dripping in the left hand solidify into loneliness, fall on the right hand and turn into eternity. "It is the end of a story, but the pace of youth never stops.

The ** sound in the distance stopped abruptly, so suddenly, all the memories of this winter afternoon were locked. The inexplicable sadness just now also disappeared. The path we have walked, the mistakes we have made, the success we have achieved ......It's all confirmed by our memories.

I thought I had forgotten about them, but luckily they were still locked in my head, waiting with me for the flowers to bloom. A child who was once afraid to stay in the past began to like memories in this winter day.

In this group full of love and laughter, I deeply realized how simple and pure friendship is.

I have never forgotten that in the company of your innocent smiling faces, even if there is more unhappiness, it will disappear. From time to time, I can only shake my head and sigh softly when I see you grimacing mischievously. In the past, we have experienced too much, we have paid, and we have also had joy and happiness.

These are about to become memories and are deeply etched in my mind. -

The years of youth, the dreams of youth. Once blushing and bruising heartbeat. Coming of age.

We have people we love, and we have people who love ourselves. There is the love of parents, siblings, friends, or lovers. When we have, we can't always blame ourselves for what we don't have, and when we lose, we can't forget what we once had.

We have had the same ideals in the past, and we will strive for our ideals in the future and move towards perfection. We will date each of our successes with a happy smile. -

I'm about to graduate, although I'm reluctant. However, those who should come have come, and those who should have gone will also go. We are not angels, and no matter how pious our hands are, we cannot change the trajectory of our lives.

If yesterday was a scar, forget about it; If yesterday was a laugh, keep it as a laugh. - No matter what, I will never forget you, because I have engraved in my heart "never forget" forever.

On weekends, when I can't find anything to do, I often pull out the tattered photo album, but for me, it's like a treasure. It contains my fond memories and the ups and downs of my childhood. I found one of the most memorable photos from that album.

It's been about seven years since this ** was taken, and I haven't seen the scenery on ** for a long time. But that wasn't a great experience is something I still remember vividly.

It was a holiday morning, and a distant relative of mine invited our family of three to his house. As soon as I heard that I was going to Bazhong City, I couldn't contain my excitement (you know, I have never been so far away from home). **People, things, attracted me who was full of curiosity at the time, and my attentive mother also told me not to forget to bring my camera, otherwise there would be no such memories to witness.

We sat in a Santana and climbed mountain roads, towns, and scenery changes along the way, and we finally arrived at our destination. I was stunned by the wide asphalt roads, the clean and tidy streets, and the rows of houses. Mom said:

And there's something even more surprising to you! "After my mother's reminder, I really can't wait to visit every new place.

So, we entered a store, and that's what it really is. We have supermarkets here, we don't have them here, the extra eagerness area is several times that of our here, and the dazzling array of goods is dazzling, which is a feeling that has never been felt before!

After we had lunch at a relative's house, my mother suggested that we go to the "Riverside Road". I wondered, could there be a riverside road here? When I arrived at the intersection, I was attracted again by the lush trees, green lawns, and laid-back newcomers.

I suddenly felt that I was really like a "frog at the bottom of the well", my knowledge was too shallow, and my range of activities was not wide. I asked to take a picture under a big tree beside the turquoise river.

And this ** has also become my most precious one!