When I recall my childhood, I always feel very beautiful, but after many years, I have long forgotten that only those photos can be recorded.
Open the photo album and you will see photos with different expressions. I was too young in the photo. Once I couldn't help asking my mother, "Is this me?" Is this me? Am I that small? Mom laughed at me for being a silly girl.
Among these many photos, one is my favorite.
This photo was taken at a scenic spot near my hometown. I was about two or three years old then. I stumbled and was very afraid of dogs. There are German dogs in the scenic spot, each grinning, which scares me. I clamored for my father to hug me. My mother said, "Tingting, practice walking more, and I won't wrestle in the future." Don't always let dad hug me. " I have to walk carefully. When I saw the dog, I held Dad's hand tightly. My father knew my mind and made me cry on purpose. He pointed to a dog and said, "Come and bite the child." "Wow ..." When I heard that, I was so scared that I burst into tears. I sat on the ground and cried. Tears fall like broken pearls. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly picked up the camera and took this shot.
When I was a child, I was good at laughing. Most photos show me smiling. This is the only photo that I cried. Perhaps because of the particularity of this photo, I like this photo. It showed me that there were not only happy smiles but also naive tears in my childhood.
Yes, how colorful childhood is! Like a shell on the beach; How short childhood is, it slipped away from me unconsciously, leaving only those unforgettable fragments that people can remember.
2. Composition of a photo when I was a child. I was shocked when I opened the drawer and accidentally found a photo. This is graduation photo from my kindergarten. Looking at the teachers, the wave of memories flooded me ... "Woo-hoo-hoo ..." The whole small class was shrouded in a dark cloud, and the teachers were busy running around, coaxing the crying babies. Parents don't want to look after their children and wander at the door. Yes, this is the first day of small class.
I don't know why, but I didn't want to cry at that time. I sat quietly in my little chair and looked at all the people blankly, as if what happened was completely out of my "time and space".
I don't remember how my parents walked out of my sight, what the teacher said to me around me, and how the teacher made all the children stop crying. ...
The only thing I remember is the snacks distributed for the first time at the beginning of school. At that time, the teacher gave it to us-Want Want Xianbei.
After the teacher gave us cookies, we went to "please" those thoughtful children. I'm glad to see delicious food. I licked the biscuits with relish, licked my lips from time to time and savored the delicious food. Before I realized it, my hands were empty, and there were not even any biscuit crumbs. At this moment, I noticed that a child was still crying. A biscuit in front of his desk lay there quietly. This biscuit doesn't seem to tempt the child at all. I subconsciously moved my hand slowly towards the biscuit.
Unfortunately, the teacher found me and came over and took my hand and stared at me. I am not ashamed of being young and ignorant. I looked at the teacher as if I had done nothing wrong. The teacher should gossip about me, but it's over before it starts. The teacher was forced to let go of my hand by countless cries. I casually returned to my seat and continued to eat my "stolen" cookies.
I took the photo to the place where the certificate was posted and looked at the white wall under the middle class certificate. I can't help feeling embarrassed about the disgraceful incident in the small class. It was also this incident that kept me from winning the small class award. It is also for this reason that this incident remains fresh in my memory. Such a thing never happened again.
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Composition 1: I took a lot of my favorite photos and put them in an exquisite photo album, one of which is my favorite. Do you want to know the origin of this photo? On my ninth birthday, my mother took me to a photo studio. I entered the room and began to dress up for me. When I finished dressing up and came out, the young man was still very energetic. reach
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One: One of my favorite photos. I took many photos and put them in an exquisite photo album. One of them is my favorite. Do you want to know the origin of this photo? On my ninth birthday, my mother took me to a photo studio. I entered the room and began to dress up for me. When I finished dressing up and came out, the young man was still very energetic. reach
In the afternoon, the sun shines obliquely into the room, the air is full of the fragrance of the sun, and the lilies on the windowsill bloom quietly. "On the willow beside the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..." A familiar ballad came out of the window, like a string of silver bells, which reminded me of my childhood.
I rummaged through the closet to find a photo album and looked at it one by one.
Turn to the first page. The picture shows a very cute little girl. She is chubby, with short hair and big eyes. Wearing a grass-green skirt, sitting on the slide. Look, she smiled, grinning, revealing a pair of white tiger teeth, laughing so happily, so naive. At that time, I was only four years old and just went to kindergarten. This photo was taken on the slide in kindergarten. That innocent smile, like a pure water, quietly drips in the story of childhood and gently flows on the road of growth.
I looked at it and couldn't help laughing.
The second page of the album reminds me of the past. Photos. In the afternoon, the sun shone obliquely into the room, the air was full of the fragrance of the sun, and the lilies on the windowsill were quietly in bloom. "On the willow beside the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..." A familiar ballad came out of the window, like a string of silver bells, which reminded me of my childhood.
I rummaged through the closet to find a photo album and looked at it one by one.
Turn to the first page. The picture shows a very cute little girl. She is chubby, with short hair and big eyes. Wearing a grass-green skirt, sitting on the slide. Look, she smiled, grinning, revealing a pair of white tiger teeth, laughing so happily, so naive. At that time, I was only four years old and just went to kindergarten. This photo was taken on the slide in kindergarten. That innocent smile, like a pure water, quietly drips in the story of childhood and gently flows on the road of growth.
I looked at it and couldn't help laughing.
The second page of the album reminds me of the past. In the photo, there is a blue and quiet sea, and the golden beach extends to the distance. There are white clouds in the sky, floating gently like cotton wool. Beautiful seagulls fly between the sea and the sky. On the big stone by the sea, there is a girl wearing a camouflage hat, a blue coat and blue shorts, with a confident smile. Look, she is leaning over, as if shouting at the sea, very powerful. It was in the summer vacation of the fourth grade. I returned to my hometown, accompanied by the blue sky and the sea, like a happy bird on the beach, picking up shells for a while and building a castle for a while. My cousin took this photo for me. Blue sky, blue sea, there is a girl in blue by the sea, and that bright blue is always embedded in my childhood dream.
The last one, perhaps the last page of my childhood, is full of melancholy. A girl with a ponytail and a white sweater smiled slightly. Next to her stood a little girl of four or five years old, wearing a ponytail and laughing happily. Flaming lanterns, Spring Festival couplets filled with festive atmosphere, that was last year's Spring Festival. I hold my little cousin's hand in the photo, much taller than her, like a big sister. Yes, I have grown up, and I am no longer naughty or naive.
Childhood, so vaguely passed, can only shed, is a beautiful photo.
Photos, each photo has a story and a sweet memory, string them together. It became a wonderful childhood and a wonderful life.
5. Write an interesting childhood composition with childhood photos and summer games. Four hundred words of childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; Childhood stories piled up like mountains. "
Can this song remind you of a wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as brilliant as the stars. My childhood was wonderful, and there were many things worth remembering ... My aunt kept two chickens in her class as long as I can remember. I go to see the chickens in her class as soon as I have time. I don't know how long it took. After a long time, the hen laid eggs and the chicks were going to hatch inside. 265,438+0 days later, I heard a cock crow. Seeing this situation, I heard this voice.
I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home. The opportunity finally came ... that day, the hen went to find food for the chicken, and the naughty rooster was not at home and ran out to play.
Take advantage of aunt's inattention, pick up an egg, hold it in your hand and gently touch it. She said solemnly, "Don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to the world soon." After that, I never hesitated. I peeled an egg, and a chicken with no eyes was born before the heat disappeared. It looked at me and cried twice, as if to say, "Thank you for letting me come to this world as soon as possible."
I was so happy that I peeled the second one, too When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw me bullying the little snake, she bit me, and suddenly her blood flowed. I went to my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything about me, but said sadly, "Little fool, the chicken won't be born until a certain time!" " You have to send them like this. "Hearing this, I hurried to see the chicken. Sure enough, the chickens I just "delivered" are dying, and those who didn't "deliver" survived.
I regret it very much, but it's too late ... Although it's been a long time and I'm still young and ignorant there, it's always pushing me forward, never back down. Childhood is an ocean of joy.
On the seashore of memory, there are countless shells, some of which are gloomy and evoke a sad past; There are wonderful and interesting stories that remind people of their childhood. I was looking for the most beautiful shell on the coast of memory. Ah, I found it ... At that time, I was only six years old, which was the age with a soft spot for birthdays.
I like to celebrate my birthday, because I will have a big cake, and at that time, an interesting thing happened: I was busy all morning, and finally I could have a long-awaited cake! You see, the cake is big and round, with pure white cream on it and all kinds of cream-colored flowers on it. It seems to be smiling at me, so cute! The cake also says "Happy Birthday" with red jam. By candlelight, the cake really made my mouth water! I can't wait to eat.
Finally, I understand. I have a big cake in my hand. I took a big bite, ah, delicious! My sister suddenly laughed, which puzzled me. I put a cream on my nose when I looked in the mirror, like a clown! I couldn't help laughing myself.
My sister doesn't like cream. She is thinking about what to do. Suddenly, when she saw the cream on my nose, her eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Sister, come here!" " I strode past without thinking. My sister asked me to sit down, but she brought me a plate of my favorite cream. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I quickly spoke.
"Pa", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, followed by my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stuck out my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. Look in the mirror, ha! A Xiaohua Mall appears in the mirror! A full face of cream, one east and one west.
My face is painted like a Peking Opera mask by this "advanced" cosmetic. No, the color of Peking Opera facial makeup is not that single. Pure white cream looks like Xiaohua Mall's hair in the mirror. Why not lick the cream like a greedy cat? I laughed, too, out of breath.
I suddenly became a greedy Xiaohua Mall! The fun of childhood, everything is like a colorful shell, these colorful shells hold up my colorful childhood! When I was a child, I was very naughty. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood. I remember one time I went home and saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly came to my little head, that is, drawing "Facebook", not on paper, but on my father's face. I first found out the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully drew a big "king" on my father's forehead, and then I used khaki. This is a majestic tiger. After painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and felt sorry for my father's face being painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this.
Just as I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him blankly. I burst out laughing. Father looked at me inexplicably. Seeing the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looking at my malicious smile, my father rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found his face painted by me, he ran away without watercolor paint on his face. But I still remember. Look! How naughty I was when I was a child! It's interesting to think of it until now! Everyone's childhood has many interesting things, and I am no exception. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.
It was a hot summer. I am playing at my grandmother's house. My grandmother lives in the country. She keeps a lot of chickens. One day, grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought, how can they not take me out?
There is nothing to do in the house. I want to go to the henhouse to see what those chickens are doing. Hardly had I entered when I heard a bang. A hen laid an egg.
This is very interesting. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it's hot and wet. Here's an idea.
I think chickens can lay eggs, so all the chickens in the henhouse can lay eggs. If you don't dig up the eggs, grandma won't praise me when she comes back, and maybe she will reward me.
6. The story composition in the photo has been written and told by 400 people, but how long has it been since I opened the photo album to write the story of the old photo badly? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow dust on the cover and open it, which is a color suppressed in memory.
On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting. From those yellowed album pages, the laughter seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine ten years ago, and the fleeting time, the old flavor floated out.
Look at this old photo. Is that little girl with thin hair, black eyes and a white veil really me? In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not been rebuilt.
Although I was naughty and active in my knee-length skirt, I grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the gym with chubby fingers and made a nonstandard "pull-up", as if my legs were kicking in the air. Looking at this photo, the small fragments of childhood are easily shaken off.
I remember my father told me that when I was a child, my parents often took me to the stadium because it was near my home. There are a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I am a tomboy who "learns to shoot in a skirt". As soon as I got to the stadium, I climbed up and down around the sports equipment that was taller than me.
At that time, parents would always watch quietly, grab a few shots from time to time, and "click" with their cameras for a close-up. Count, one, two, three ... There are many photos in the album about the jokes planted on the court when I was a child.
Think about it, I was only five or six years old then! Fingertips touch the page, thoughts shuttle for a period of time, familiar smiles stir up bits and pieces of memories, and instantly gather into an ocean. Dad in the old photo is sitting in a chair reading a book leisurely; Mom in the old photo, sitting on the golden lawn of the park in the winter sun; In the old photos, I wore pink clothes and played carefree by the sea ... Every old photo is a witness, witnessing the rise of the sun and the setting of the moon, and constantly remembering the stories that warmed the old photos. Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is it just time that passes in the process of growing up? Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.
Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.
Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents.
When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks.
Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years. I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.
My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem. Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly.
At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment. Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.
From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope. It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.
This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown. Stories of Old Photos When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of my eyes.
Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time. I am about three years old in the photo.
The chubby body is covered with a red Chinese-style chest covering, the small hands and face are covered with delicious and glistening cream, and a pair of horns are nifty tied on the head, and the eyes emit cheerful light. There is a big cake on the table in front of me, on which are written six big characters "Happy Sweet Birthday".
Ha, I'm celebrating my birthday! As for why you are covered in cream, listen to me carefully: my mother was going to buy me a cupcake that day, but I didn't make it. When I was embarrassed, my uncle gave me a big cake that I like! I looked around excitedly, looking around, trying to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and suddenly pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. My mother immediately took this close-up of me. Although an old photo is worthless, it keeps an unforgettable scene in your life.
When you see this photo again a few years later, you may be surprised and say, "Hey, is this me?" I think everyone is familiar with the story of the photo album? There are many interesting stories and some painful things about our childhood. But whether it is painful, happy or interesting ... those photos are worth remembering, although they are not very sweet.
In my photo album, I also recorded my little-known things. However, among many photos, the most unforgettable one is a photo taken by my father's colleague, when I was only five years old.
As soon as I saw this photo, what happened that day clearly came to my eyes ... It was a beautiful spring morning, and I got up early. When I got up, my stomach hurt a little. My mother saw me get up and told me to wash up. After a while, I came out of the bathroom and lost my appetite when I saw the food on the table. My mother asked me to have breakfast. I said I had no appetite, but my mother insisted on it because she was afraid of my stomach trouble again! I crustily skin of head and sat down to eat a few mouthfuls, then put down my chopsticks and walked out the door.
Dad came out with my breakfast and told me to eat it.
7. Write an interesting childhood composition with childhood photos and summer games. Four hundred words of childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; Childhood stories piled up like mountains. "
Can this song remind you of a wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as brilliant as the stars. My childhood was wonderful, and there were many things worth remembering ... My aunt kept two chickens in her class as long as I can remember. I go to see the chickens in her class as soon as I have time. I don't know how long it took. After a long time, the hen laid eggs and the chicks were going to hatch inside. 265,438+0 days later, I heard a cock crow. Seeing this situation, I heard this voice.
I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home. The opportunity finally came ... that day, the hen went to find food for the chicken, and the naughty rooster was not at home and ran out to play.
Take advantage of aunt's inattention, pick up an egg, hold it in your hand and gently touch it. She said solemnly, "Don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to the world soon." After that, I never hesitated. I peeled an egg, and a chicken with no eyes was born before the heat disappeared. It looked at me and cried twice, as if to say, "Thank you for letting me come to this world as soon as possible."
I was so happy that I peeled the second one, too When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw me bullying the little snake, she bit me, and suddenly her blood flowed. I went to my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything about me, but said sadly, "Little fool, the chicken won't be born until a certain time!" " You have to send them like this. "Hearing this, I hurried to see the chicken. Sure enough, the chickens I just "delivered" are dying, and those who didn't "deliver" survived.
I regret it very much, but it's too late ... Although it's been a long time and I'm still young and ignorant there, it's always pushing me forward, never back down. Childhood is an ocean of joy.
On the seashore of memory, there are countless shells, some of which are gloomy and evoke a sad past; There are wonderful and interesting stories that remind people of their childhood. I was looking for the most beautiful shell on the coast of memory. Ah, I found it ... At that time, I was only six years old, which was the age with a soft spot for birthdays.
I like to celebrate my birthday, because I will have a big cake, and at that time, an interesting thing happened: I was busy all morning, and finally I could have a long-awaited cake! You see, the cake is big and round, with pure white cream on it and all kinds of cream-colored flowers on it. It seems to be smiling at me, so cute! The cake also says "Happy Birthday" with red jam. By candlelight, the cake really made my mouth water! I can't wait to eat.
Finally, I understand. I have a big cake in my hand. I took a big bite, ah, delicious! My sister suddenly laughed, which puzzled me. I put a cream on my nose when I looked in the mirror, like a clown! I couldn't help laughing myself.
My sister doesn't like cream. She is thinking about what to do. Suddenly, when she saw the cream on my nose, her eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Sister, come here!" " I strode past without thinking. My sister asked me to sit down, but she brought me a plate of my favorite cream. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I quickly spoke.
"Pa", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, followed by my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stuck out my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. Look in the mirror, ha! A Xiaohua Mall appears in the mirror! A full face of cream, one east and one west.
My face is painted like a Peking Opera mask by this "advanced" cosmetic. No, the color of Peking Opera facial makeup is not that single. Pure white cream looks like Xiaohua Mall's hair in the mirror. Why not lick the cream like a greedy cat? I laughed, too, out of breath.
I suddenly became a greedy Xiaohua Mall! The fun of childhood, everything is like a colorful shell, these colorful shells hold up my colorful childhood! When I was a child, I was very naughty. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood. I remember one time I went home and saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly came to my little head, that is, drawing "Facebook", not on paper, but on my father's face. I first found out the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully drew a big "king" on my father's forehead, and then I used khaki. This is a majestic tiger. After painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and felt sorry for my father's face being painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this.
Just as I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him blankly. I burst out laughing. Father looked at me inexplicably. Seeing the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looking at my malicious smile, my father rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found his face painted by me, he ran away without watercolor paint on his face. But I still remember. Look! How naughty I was when I was a child! It's interesting to think of it until now! Everyone's childhood has many interesting things, and I am no exception. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.
It was a hot summer. I am playing at my grandmother's house. My grandmother lives in the country. She keeps a lot of chickens. One day, grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought, how can they not take me out?
There is nothing to do in the house. I want to go to the henhouse to see what those chickens are doing. Hardly had I entered when I heard a bang. A hen laid an egg.
This is very interesting. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it's hot and wet. Here's an idea.
I think chickens can lay eggs, so all the chickens in the henhouse can lay eggs. If you don't dig up the eggs, grandma won't praise me when she comes back, and maybe she will reward me.
8. According to the prompt: childhood, photos, games, moonlight childhood is another night. I walked on the bluestone road covered with silver moonlight and enjoyed the beautiful and soft moonlight scenery. People walk in the moonlight, and grandma takes her little granddaughter to enjoy the cool in the moonlight.
I also grew up in the moonlight. I remember every night in summer, grandma took me to the small yard to enjoy the cool. Grandma stroked me with calloused hands, gave me a fan and told me old folk stories. I fell asleep in the story every night and felt so lucky and happy.
When I was young, I liked catching insects. In the dim moonlight, I can hear the songs of various insects at any time, and the most beautiful song is definitely cricket. I quietly walked into the haystack, with a flashlight, and turned over a large stone. There was a cricket in a black coat jumping inside. I carefully covered it with my hand, and then I carefully grabbed it and fought with my neighbor's children by moonlight.
Mid-Autumn Festival, when I feel the warmest, my family and I taste moon cakes in the moonlight and sing the song of the full moon on August 15th. It's really very happy. In my eyes, the moon is so beautiful. I grow up day after day and year after year, but I still love the mother-like moonlight.
I grew up in the moonlight. There are footprints of my childhood in the moonlight. I like the beautiful moonlight.