Excellent childhood composition 1 childhood is colorful and full of wonders. It is a five-flavor palette with all kinds of sweetness and bitterness. It's a marker, which adds more fun to a better life. It is a colorful ribbon, bearing our joys and sorrows. But I agree that childhood is like a book without words, which needs to be savored. Even if I read quietly, there is always a smile running through my heart.
Turn to the first page-sweet, hours of memories immediately come to mind. To tell the truth, the sky at that time was a blue lake in my eyes, with a gorgeous golden lotus in full bloom. Jumping along the sunny path with two braids. I met my good friend and had a mud kneading competition with her. I squeezed the Beijing Fuwa, and in a short time, the ball came out of my hand. Fuwa officially made a grand debut. First, Beibei walked to the audience. Jingjing, not to be outdone, jumped out of my hand; On behalf of the fiery enthusiasm, Huanhuan held hands and rushed at me with the super-class speed of Tibetan antelope; Finally, Nini Swallow flew to everyone. My good friend's star football team performed well. The characters are vividly portrayed. The nose is the nose and the mouth is the mouth. No less than my Beijing Fuwa. The thrilling moment came, and I won the championship. The flowers on the roadside sing for me, the trees dance happily for me, and my good friends are happy for me. The happiest thing is myself. I ate the biggest and sweetest lollipop, stuffed a bamboo dragonfly in my head, and pulled my mouth with a thread, pulling, pulling and not letting go.
Childhood flies so fast, how I want to go back to the girl who used to wear her mother's freshly washed clothes and rub mud with her friends.
My childhood is like colorful paint, so colorful.
My childhood was golden. Once, I was selected by the class teacher to take part in a recitation contest. Although I was caught off guard by the sudden news, I participated happily. After a long training, I finally performed on stage. On the stage, I was a little nervous at first and slowly returned to normal. I was on pins and needles when the final result was announced. It was not until we learned that the new second primary school won the second place that our faces lit up. When I came to the stage to receive the award, I was filled with sweetness when I saw the gold certificate.
My childhood is red. One summer vacation, my mother asked me to pack my clothes and prepare to take me out to play. As soon as I heard this, I was elated. I quickly packed my clothes, put away my homework and set off with my mother. I felt a little regretful as soon as I got on the bus, because I had to take a bus for four hours. But as soon as I got to my destination, I forgot all about it. Then, we are going to play in the water park all afternoon. But joy begets sorrow. I accidentally bumped into the stone steps, cut a big hole in my hand and cried out in pain, so I had to end the play time ahead of schedule. Originally happy time, but turned red, I am a little unwilling.
My childhood was black. Once, I took five yuan from home and wanted to buy something to eat. I was caught red-handed that day and was finally "tutor". But I don't know how to repent. I took 50 yuan from home to buy pens and ink bags, and my mother found it again. Although my mother didn't criticize me particularly, I still felt a little uncomfortable, just like the gloomy sky at that time. From then on, I made up my mind that I would never do it again.
I was shrouded in this colorful childhood and grew up happily.
I have kept two chickens in my sister's class as long as I can remember. I go to see the chickens in my sister's 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 in the eggs. 2 1 days later, I heard a cock crow. 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. She saw me bullying the baby chick and bit me. Suddenly, blood came out. I went to my aunt in tears. Menstruation didn't say anything about me, but said in distress situation: "Silly goose, the chicken won't be born until a certain time! You will die if you send them like this. " After listening to this, I hurried to see the chicken. Sure enough, all the chickens I "delivered" were dying, and all those who didn't "delivered" survived. I regretted it, but it was too late. ...
Sitting on the bed, leaning on the pillow, watching the afterglow in the moonlight. Flipping the slightly yellow pages at random, I looked at the immature faces and fell into mottled memories. Pile by pile, lifelike and fascinating.
In the past, blowing in the wind, the childhood paper plane flew back to my hands. Casual structure and pure white, as if like a child's pure heart. Everything is blank, and everything needs to be filled.
The hill behind grandma's house is a paradise for childhood. (= Luxun's Herbal Garden) In summer, my sister and I went to the mountains to avoid poisonous fireballs. Frolicking and flapping, the flying figure shuttles between strawberry fields, and the brisk pace steps out of the footprints of childhood. Sitting on the grass, sweating and panting. Then they jumped off the stream and splashed water on each other, and their clothes were splashed with water. Tired, tired, sit down and enjoy the light orange of the sunset. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried in the coming night" uses Li Shangyin's Le Yuan to describe this situation. The moon and stars came with their unique coolness, and we went straight home ... sweet and sour strawberries seemed to be still in our mouths.
Childhood, perhaps like enlightenment education, is understood in play and awakened in music. Everything in childhood is so unforgettable. With the change of time, perhaps the memory will also be weathered.
Raise your hand, the paper plane draws an arc in the air.
Childhood is like a paper plane flying far away. ...
Childhood is a song, full of happy melody, childhood is a painting, and the painting is full of colorful brilliance. In my childhood, the most unforgettable thing was playing top with my parents.
This gyro was brought back to me by my father from Yunnan. It is beautiful, with a reddish-brown body and a small stainless steel iron ball embedded in the bottom. When it rotates, it will emit colorful light! I remember that day, as soon as my father took out the gyro, I quickly took it. I took the rope in one hand and circled it several times. I held the gyro in the other hand and let it stand firmly on the ground. Then I pulled it hard and the gyro turned quickly. I quickly whipped with a rope, but the rope was so soft that I just couldn't move it. Seeing that the gyro turned slower and slower, I tried my best to pull it hard, but I didn't expect "bang!" With a loud noise, the small stick that tied the rope broke in two. At this time, the gyro swayed from side to side like a spoiled child and lay motionless on the ground. Mom will come right away and wrap the stick tightly with transparent glue with me. Dad said, "Look at me!" As he spoke, he picked up the rope and began to spin the top. Dad's hand seems to be magic. The rope that was soft just now seems to be hard, and it makes a "chirp" sound from time to time. The gyro seems to be enchanted and turned obediently. Accompanied by his father's slow beating, he jumped a few times from time to time, like a proud little princess dancing ballet. It's really dad, veteran, one is two! I quickly grabbed the rope and fought like my father. Hi! Gyro is much more obedient this time.
During the summer vacation, whenever I have time, I will play with my parents on top, spinning top and happy laughter. We spent many wonderful times with them.
Childhood Excellent Composition 6 Childhood is like an album that records growth. Every page has a memorable moment, even if it is not so pleasant sometimes, it is also a valuable spiritual culture, otherwise Gorky, a famous writer of the former Soviet Union, would not have written the novel Childhood. Childhood, how unforgettable!
When I was a child, I used to lie in the rocking chair in my hometown yard to enjoy the cool. Under that big tree, naive I often learn from my grandfather's appearance and hold a newspaper that I don't know when. Grandma's reading glasses hung on her small nose and sat on a small bench to "read" seriously. Even if I don't know half the words, I will pretend to read them from beginning to end. Because of this, grandpa often jokes that I want to be a writer when I grow up.
When I was a child watching TV, I was surprised to see that American eyes were blue. I asked my grandparents why they only have junior high school culture. How do you answer? I have to "find the answer" myself. After a sultry noon, when chatting with adults, I overheard adults say that the United States is on the other side of the earth, and I thought I "found the answer"-those people changed their eyes because of handstands!
When I was a child, I often squatted in my grandmother's arms and listened to her stories many times, but I still asked her to tell them again with relish. When will I tell that old story? So when I began to remember, my grandmother took pains to scold me, saying that I liked being annoying since I was a child. Her eyes were full of happiness when she said this.
Closing that photo album, I seem to have returned to those good times. How can I not miss my childhood?
I lived in Zhenhai when I was 7 years old. There is a mountain in Zhenhai called Zhaobaoshan. Under Zhaobaoshan is Yongjiang River, which flows into Zhaobaoshan and then enters the sea. Every summer night, my parents often take me for a walk by the river at the foot of the mountain. Therefore, in my memory, the mountain is Zhaobaoshan; The water must be the Yongjiang River or the sea.
Unforgettable childhood When I was four years old, I seldom went back to my grandparents' home in Lishui. Soon after I left Ningbo, I saw Siming Mountain. At that time, I was in my mother's arms, and I was so excited that I pointed to the mountain and shouted, "Look, everyone, Zhaobaoshan! ! "Mom and dad paused, then smiled at each other, and other passengers in the car also smiled. My mother smiled and said to me, "This is Siming Mountain ..." Before my mother finished, I pointed to the lake on the side of the mountain and shouted, "Hai, ha!"
There is a stream in front of grandparents' house. Every time I come here, I am so excited that I shout, "Yongjiang, look at Yongjiang!" " "This cry can be questioned by neighbors who have never seen the sea around." Is this the sea? It's different from the stream here! "When they figured out the reason, they all laughed.
Just this once, after I exposed my "view of mountains and seas", my mother taught me the concept of mountains and rivers: "The sea is very big, you can't call a stream a sea; There are many mountains, and Zhaobaoshan is just one of them, just like Siming Mountain and Huangshan Mountain ... "After this time, as soon as I came to my grandparents' house, I pointed to the stream and whispered to my sister," Look, Xiaohai. " Pointing to one side of the green hill, he shouted, "I want to climb Siming Mountain ..."
Of course, these "views on mountains and seas" about my childhood were all learned from my parents' jokes. I think I was naive when I was a child, and my vision was always in a narrow space, but every time I mentioned it, I always laughed happily.
Look, see those twinkling stars in the night sky? Those stars are my childhood memories. Today, I want to choose the biggest star to light up the road of my childhood …
When I was a child, I especially liked to drink coke. Once, I pestered my mother to buy coke again. But mom said she was busy. So I went back to my bedroom angrily.
Huh? There is no sound outside? I opened the door carefully and poked my head out. Great! Mom is not at home! I thought to myself: I must drink coke today! So, I walked into the kitchen and saw a cup of black liquid on the table, much like coke. I am in high spirits. It turned out that my mother specially bought a can of coke to comfort me! Great!
I quickly picked up the cup, goo goo drank two, alas! How bitter! My five senses are crowded together. This is not coke. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother said that there were so many mosquitoes recently that she wanted to buy a bottle of insecticide! Oh, my God! I shouldn't be poisoned! When I remembered that I was going to die soon and throw myself into the arms of death, I suddenly felt very sorry for my parents, so I wrote a will: "Dear parents, I am very sorry for you. I drank poison. I hope to see you again in my next life. Next time you come to my grave, bring a few bottles of coke and sprite. " After writing this letter, I put a piece of paper on my forehead while holding my favorite doll. I don't know how long it took, but I thought I heard my mother crying. I quickly said, "Mom, are you here to send me coke?" Mom froze for a while and said, "What's that on your head?" I tore the will off my head and saw my saliva all over it. I said to my mother, "Why didn't I die? Didn't I drink poison? " "That's my health tea!"
Ha ha! The fun of my childhood is interesting! What about you?
Childhood is like a colorful candy box, filled with sweet and sour sweets.
I remember when I was five years old, my parents took me to Li Ziyuan to pick plums. When I entered Li Ziyuan, I saw big red plums hanging on the branches. I jumped into a plum tree with joy and shook it with my thick trunk, but I couldn't shake it. I am not discouraged. I kicked the trunk with my foot, and the trunk moved a few times, and several ripe plums fell. I picked it up happily. Look, that little plum tree, I can catch its branches, and there are small green plums hanging on the branches. I'm surprised. I jumped up and picked it up and let my mother wash it with water. It must taste different! My mother also told me, "This kind of plum is delicious." I reported my curiosity and took a bite, and the astringent juice flowed into my mouth. I frowned and said, "What the hell! So sour! "
Mom and dad laughed when they saw me frowning and looking at the plum in my hand angrily. It turned out that I was cheated, and I gave them a hard look.
I threw the plum on the ground angrily and stamped a few feet. Then, I went to pick plums. I learned a lesson just now, and I will "detour" when I see Xiao Qingmei again.
A happy day is slowly spent in laughter.
Excellent composition in childhood 10 childhood is a good memory for everyone; Childhood is also a necessary process for everyone to grow up, so let me introduce my childhood!
"Come on, come on, slow down, don't fall, pay attention to safety." Whenever I hear this, I will think of the scene where my mother took me to the community playground. From morning till night, I played wooden horses and slides for a while until I was seven years old and was sent to primary school by my mother, from which I made some good friends. I remember that every time after class, the male students in our class climbed the wall of the men's bathroom and had a good time, but this was only a beautiful part of me.
Whenever there is an exam in our school, some time ago, I was like a bird in a cage, sitting at my desk all day, writing hard, looking up like a paper mountain, with a stern face. Finally, I got a good result in the final exam of grade five. In order to reward me, they took me to Yinchuan for a summer vacation and let me know a lot about the culture and customs there.
How time flies! It's the summer vacation of grade six in a blink of an eye. We didn't leave our homework and went to Xinjiang to play again.
We went to Karez, saw the crystallization of ancient people's wisdom and labor, tasted raisins in Grape Valley, returned home one month after the summer vacation, and were forced to play basketball for four hours every day. For me, this is tantamount to devil training. I was born afraid of my parents and didn't dare to resist, so I had to do so.
I heard people say that life in middle school is beautiful and happy, and that's how I walked into the campus.
Here I got what I wanted and gave full play to my knowledge. Some people in this classroom are discussing problems, others are talking and laughing, so my childhood ended in this junior high school.
This is the interception of my childhood, which is both bitter and enjoyable, and it is also the most unforgettable.