Childhood fun sixth grade composition 1 childhood is a sweet candy, which makes people memorable; Childhood is a fragrant grassland, which makes people relaxed and happy. Childhood, for me, is a necklace of memories, which takes me back to the sweet past. Memory, childhood fun is unforgettable.
That was when I was in kindergarten. One weekend, I played at my grandmother's house. At this moment, the doorbell rang. What came in was a beautifully dressed aunt, and behind her was a little girl one year older than me (as her mother said). Aunt asked the little girl to play with me. The little girl came to watch me play monopoly (a popular sub-game at that time). She can't help but feel itchy. She also wants to play. I thought: this is mine, so I don't want to play for you! Well, buy it yourself if you want to play! But what reason should I think of? My eyes roll and my mouth tilts. Hey! Got it! I quickly put it away and said to her, "This game can only be played once a day. I have already played, you can't play any more. " She was puzzled and turned to her mother and asked, "Mom, why can I only play once a day?" I didn't get the answer as a result. I thought for a long time and didn't play anything. Before she left, she repeatedly asked her mother why she could only play once a day. She just took away a big question mark.
Looking back now, I think not only of the picture, but also of my innocence at that time. Those beautiful memories hang in my mind like stars in the sky. I have those childhood dreams every night.
Last semester in the fourth grade, I played football with several small neighbors in the open space near my home. I played with them for a long time before we remembered that we were going home now. When I got home, the interesting things began.
I went home. When I got home, my mother went to the wedding reception. Dad went on a business trip and didn't come home. I was so thirsty that I took a bottle of yogurt to drink. I finished it in a short time. I looked at the box when I wanted to drink another bottle of yogurt. It's empty. I suddenly thought of an idea, that is, making yogurt myself, but how can I know the making method and materials of yogurt? I looked at the sour milk bottle that I had drunk up. I look around. Take a look at it. Suddenly, I saw the ingredients of yogurt. This is milk. White sugar made from edible spices and other materials. I was ecstatic and ran into the kitchen to look for milk. White sugar raw materials such as edible spices. I put some water in the cup and then milk. Sugar. Materials such as edible spices. I stirred it several times and took a sip. It was very hot. I waited patiently for the yogurt to get cold. Ten minutes later, I remembered that I had not drunk my "yogurt". I took a sip. The taste is quite different from some yogurt sold. Is it because I made yogurt in the wrong order, or … at this moment, my mother came back and I told her the whole story. Mom smiled and said, "Silly son, it certainly tastes different, because yogurt is processed. Fermentation and other procedures, so the taste is different. "
Although the yogurt I made was bitter and astringent, it was sweet in my heart.
Childhood fun sixth grade composition 3 "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly". All the interesting things in my childhood were washed away by the sea like sand, but one thing is still clearly printed in my mind. That added the first small factory to my childhood.
I remember when I was five or six years old, my sister brought me a little pug. Its hair is black and white, with big watery eyes and a big furry tail. So cute!
One day, I took my pug out to play. I walked a lot. The puppy began to protest. He looked at me, ignored him and simply lay on the ground. I also stopped to wait for the puppy. But after a long time, the puppy still won't get up. I was in a hurry, picked up the puppy and rushed home as fast as I could.
As soon as I got home, I burst into tears. My mother heard my crying and came out of the bedroom. She asked anxiously, "What's the matter?" I choked up and said, "Puppy … Puppy he … he died …" My mother was surprised and asked, "How is that possible? He was fine yesterday. " I thought my mother didn't believe me, so I gave her the puppy and said, "Look for yourself if you don't believe me." Mother touched the puppy's belly and laughed: "silly child, you have held the puppy for so long, haven't you found it still breathing?" I blushed and said, "Huh? I was probably ... in a hurry ... I didn't feel ... "My mother didn't come to comfort me, but she laughed hysterically.
Now, I'm growing up, and I won't worry anymore. I will do everything slowly, instead of crying when I meet difficulties. Although I was humiliated by the funny stories when I was a child, they brought me a lot of knowledge.
Interesting childhood composition 4 During my growing up, there were happiness, sadness, sadness and joy. And my colorful childhood intoxicated me.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, I liked drawing very much. Every noon, I will bring a table and a chair from my class, and then sit on the chair seriously. Then, I drew on the book with a pencil in one hand and an art book in the other. After painting for a while, a "beautiful" painting was born under my pen, haha! Finally finished! I proudly showed the painting to the female students in my class (in fact, I wanted to show off), and they all said, "Well, that's good! Really worthy of being a little painter in our class. " I laughed (but now it's so ugly).
As time went on, I was promoted to the first grade. There are so many struggles in the first grade-either for the monitor or for the study Committee; Either for the study Committee or for the labor Committee-unexpectedly, I was dragged in-I became a study Committee member. Although I have no experience, I can learn slowly, which is to serve the class! Because I don't know how to discipline my classmates, I ask those experienced old class cadres for advice. They said that as long as it is strict, I don't quite agree. Because I like to tick, I came up with a good idea-giving students papers, and the students agreed. That year, I became a little teacher, and I really enjoyed it and was very happy.
My childhood was like this, so happy, so happy, so enjoyable, so colorful! In the children's Wang Yang sea, my childhood is like the most beautiful shell; Like the brightest star among the stars; Just like the most beautiful flower after the rainy season! I believe that I am also the brightest star in my future journey!
Childhood is the most carefree age in life. Time flies, the sun flies, and my childhood is about to leave me, but every time I think of the interesting things of my childhood, I can still remember them vividly.
When I was a child, my grandfather loved watching the news and occupied the TV every day. I can only follow him to watch news that I can't understand, but there is always a sentence echoing in my ear: "Where does the president of a certain country visit …" At that time, I thought I would be president in the future, and then I could have endless candy, watch my favorite TV at will and play around.
That day was my fourth birthday. Let's celebrate together. They asked my ideal: "Xu Lu, what do you want to be when you grow up?" My cousin quickly said, "I want to be a teacher. I can be a teacher and enrich myself. " Everyone turned to me, and I said in a childish voice, "I want to be president!" " "Everyone was stunned by my grand ideal and was dumbfounded." Say it again? What system? "I loudly replied," President, the bucket of the trash can. "Dad who stood drinking water listened to my words and sprayed a mouthful of water on the ground, just like an elephant sprinkling water. Then, everyone burst into laughter. I don't know. I screamed, "What's so funny? I just want to be president, the bucket in the trash can. "
When I grow up, my family often jokes about this story, which makes me blush. However, I can't help laughing when I think about it.
This is not only an interesting story of childhood, but also reflects the innocence of childhood. Childhood is like an overturned five-flavor bottle-everything is sweet, sour, spicy and salty, but it is memorable and unforgettable.
Childhood fun 6 childhood events are like stars, countless. Now, let me choose a star.
I was only four years old that year, and my mother fell asleep as soon as she got home because she was tired from work. I was playing at home alone and found a mirror. I didn't know it was a mirror, because I was still young. I looked in the mirror and said, "Ah, there are monsters!" " I gave a cry. I panicked and quickly hid under the table. For an instant, I saw nothing and came out from under the table. I went to that room again and I was screamed again. I hid under the table like a frightened horse. Mom was woken up, saw me under the table and walked straight to me. When I saw my mother, I quickly came out from under the table and hugged her. Mom asked what was going on, and I said, "That ... there are monsters!" " "
Mother strode to the room and asked, "Where is the monster?" I pointed to the mirror and said, "This is the monster." Mom laughed when she saw it. I looked at my mother doubtfully, and my mother said to me, "that's a mirror that can reflect myself." You see, this is yourself. " Look carefully, it's really me. He also burst out laughing.
There are as many interesting things in childhood as stars, so you should have your own stars.
My childhood was rich and colorful, and there were countless interesting things, but one thing that happened recently made me laugh.
That day, I saw a Tang Hua seller at the school gate. I envy his skillful movements and dazzling paintings.
On the way home, I thought, can I draw a picture, too? By the way, you can melt sugar to paint.
When I got home, I bought some sugar, a candle and a spoon. First light the candle, then put the sugar in the spoon and heat it on the flame. After a while, the sugar melts and you can start painting. Ah! Too many! Ah! Too few again! Oh, dear! The sugar has coagulated again. "One minute on stage, ten years off stage" seems so right.
I had to improvise-scribble. I drew a few "four unlike" casually, and then strung "Tang Hua" with a toothpick as a stick. Unexpectedly, toothpicks are always separated from "Tang Hua" because they can't be strung together. Maybe my timing is wrong! After N times of training, the toothpick finally became a whole with "Tang Hua".
You can eat now. I don't know if I don't eat. I was shocked when I ate it. Sugar is sweet, but my Tang Hua is bitter. I can't believe it. I'll eat another string quickly. It's still terrible. It seems that the taste will take a long time to practice.
By the way, I thought about it before, if it tastes bad, make it "poison" Isn't this "poisonous candy"?
That afternoon, Su Huiyun came to my house and asked me how Tang Hua was. I gave him "poison" and he also said "it's full of medicine".
Ha, this painting didn't succeed, but poison succeeded! How can you be unhappy?
Childhood fun sixth grade composition 8 childhood, like a boat, full of candy, full of toys, full of joy; Childhood, like a colorful dream, has a pair of lovely wings and slowly flies to the sky of time; Childhood is a small river, leaving laughter, sweet songs and beautiful memories. Next, I will tell you an interesting story about my childhood.
I remember when I was a child, my mother used to soak pineapples in salt water for me to eat. It is really delicious! I asked my mother, "Why do you want to soak pineapple in salt water?" My mother told me, "It will be better to soak in salt water." I remembered this sentence and took it for granted that anything soaked in salt water would be very delicious.
One day, under the scorching sun, I couldn't stand the scorching sun, so I bought an ice cream with my father. I wonder, is it better to soak ice cream in salt water? So I took the ice cream and walked home with my father, ready to soak it in salt water at home before eating. As soon as I entered the house, my father went to do his business, so my plan began. I crept into the kitchen and started my action. ...
"Whoa, whoa, whoa ..." I started to cry.
"What's the matter?"
"My ice cream has melted!"
"Ha ha!" Dad looked at the disgraceful ice cream that had melted and said, "Silly boy, ice cream melts when it meets water!" " "
Until today, this incident is still vivid, and now it feels particularly funny! When I grow up, I know that the reason why pineapple is soaked in salt water is because pineapple contains oxalic acid. If eaten directly, it will affect the body's absorption of calcium and iron. Soaking in salt water can neutralize the sour taste and improve the taste.
This is the joy of my childhood and my best memory.
Childhood fun sixth grade composition 9 In a blink of an eye, I have been in the sixth grade. Up to now, I still remember that incident.
When I was seven or eight years old, my mother went to work. Dad is watching TV in the living room. I am doing my homework in the house. Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and half an hour passed. My homework is finally finished. I'm bored to death in my room. I ran into mom and dad's room, but no one was there anyway. I stayed in the house for a long time, focusing on my mother's cosmetic bag. I wonder why my mother goes out like a star. The makeup when sleeping and the makeup when going out are completely two people. So I opened my mother's cosmetic bag and looked at every piece of cosmetics. But I don't know how to use it, so I can only wipe it.
I use foundation as eye shadow, which is a little white somehow. I use eye shadow as foundation and lipstick as blush. I use blush as lipstick. Think of mascara as brushing eyebrows, and think of mascara as brushing eyebrows. I used all my cosmetics inside out. I looked at myself in the mirror and said, I can't believe it's me. After putting on makeup, I went back to my room. Stay indoors, and if you don't want to show it to dad, let him give me a good review. With these words, I went out to the living room. My father saw me and said, "Who are you and why are you wearing my daughter's clothes?" I said, "Dad, I'm your daughter!" " "Dad said," hurry up and wash your makeup. Your mother will be back soon. " I said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?" Then I ran into the bathroom. When I was washing my face, I heard my father say, "How can I have such a funny daughter?" Said himself to laugh.
Are there any childhood stories as interesting as mine? Share it with me quickly! Come on, let's go!
Childhood fun 10 childhood trees grew on the hillside of my life, and the past was the leaves growing on the trees. After several years of baptism, I buried it in the ground and forgot it forever, but only one leaf was picked by me and put into my mood diary as a specimen, which is unforgettable. ...
I was in the first grade at that time. During the summer vacation, it was very hot, and rhubarb dog stuck out his tongue and gasped. Cicada couldn't resist the endless heat, hiding in the tree and calling "Cicada, Cicada ……" My mother told me that I sent it to my grandmother's house in the countryside for the summer, where I didn't know anything and made a lot of jokes.
One day, I was playing with sand on the beach by the river, when a rich-looking man said to the people next to me, "Pony, I'm flying to the city tomorrow …" Flying chicken? I looked puzzled and thought, wow! The cock of Erpang's family can take people to travel, so an "accurate" plan comes to my mind.
At night, I sneaked into Erpang's house, looked around furtively, and put the innocent rooster in a bag and hid it under the bed, unnoticed. ...
The next day, my grandparents went to work in the field, and there was no one in the room. I am secretly happy that it is time to take off. I took the rooster to the roof, put on my father's helmet and tied my grandfather's belt. Needless to say, it really looks like a flying prototype! Ready, I pressed on the rooster, and the rooster cried helplessly. I was in a good mood and ignored the rooster. When I rode to the top, I called the rooster, jumped up and shouted, "flying chicken, flying chicken!" " "bang!" Fortunately, I fell into the vegetable garden, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Later, I lay in bed for more than two months before I learned to walk. ...
This matter, now that I think about it, is still a little scary. How stupid I was when I was a child!
My heart is like the sea of Wang Yang. The interesting things in it are like countless coral stones, large and small, grotesque. Then I'll choose a big and beautiful coral stone for you to enjoy now!
This "coral stone" records a thing that I remember vividly.
I was only five years old that year, and I was very curious. I dared to play with anything and touch anything. I have no idea how to write the word "fear". Even so, there is one thing my parents say is hanging, and that is fire! Chai! Box! Mom said playing with matchboxes would wet the bed, which made my hair stand on end and gave me goose bumps all over the floor. However, driven by curiosity, I must get to the bottom of it.
"Happiness" came so suddenly that my mother finally went out. I ran to the kitchen like lightning, and with lightning speed, I picked up the matchbox and ran to the open space. Then, carefully pinch out a match, aim it at the side of the box and wipe it gently. "Angry" ... "Little boy" was furious. I quickly blew it with my mouth, threw down the matchbox and ran away, feeling both happy and regretful.
In a blink of an eye, it was already ten o'clock at night. My mother saw that I was absent-minded and asked, "What's the matter with you? Why don't you sleep? " I stammered out what had happened. "Mom, I won't really wet the bed, will I?" I asked piteously. My mother froze, then covered her stomach and laughed loudly. She said to me, "Silly child, this is a" white "lie that my parents have to tell, just to let you know the danger of fire ..."
Laughter continued, and I understood my parents' good intentions. It is because of these stupid things that I think of my childhood and think it is so beautiful and unforgettable!
Interesting childhood stories 12 childhood dreams are colorful dreams; Childhood songs are cheerful songs; Childhood footprints are a string, and childhood stories are piled up. Childhood is like countless stars in the sky; Childhood is like sand on the beach, endless; Childhood is like a kaleidoscope, with many changes. Next, I will tell you an interesting story about my childhood!
Once, I finished writing my composition and gave it to my father for inspection. My father pointed to the notebook and said angrily, "Why do you always write typos?" It seems that you drink less ink! " Originally, I didn't listen to what my father said until I heard the words "drink ink" and suddenly got excited.
When I saw my parents on a business trip in the afternoon, I thought: This is a good time to "drink ink"! I went into my father's study and finally found the ink. I took the ink, went into the kitchen and took a small bowl. I want to pour the ink from my father's study into a bowl. I was about to open my mouth to drink when my parents opened the door and went home. Mom and dad couldn't help laughing when they saw me like this. I asked my parents what they were laughing at. Mom said kindly, "Dad asked you to drink ink, but he didn't really ask you to drink ink! This is to let you study hard and learn more! " Hearing this sentence, I almost fainted.
How interesting childhood is! Interesting things in my childhood brought me happiness. My childhood was really beautiful.
Childhood fun sixth grade composition 13 time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I have spent 12 spring and autumn. The memory of my childhood is very vague, but it makes me unforgettable and unforgettable.
I remember it was when I was 8 years old, which happened to be the Spring Festival. Some people clean the room, others go out to buy new year's goods. I was in the kitchen watching grandma wrap jiaozi. Grandma wrapped coins for two jiaozi winners. Whoever eats jiaozi wrapped in 1 coins will get 100 yuan lucky money. I was very excited, but I was afraid that the coin would be eaten by others, so I thought of a good way.
I made a small cut in the jiaozi of the coin bag, which is easier to find. I can't wait for my grandmother to cook jiaozi and bring it out. Everyone was busy eating jiaozi and looking for coins, but I unhurriedly put two cracked jiaozi in the bowl. In order not to arouse people's suspicion, I first ate two jiaozi without coins, and then put jiaozi with coins in my mouth. "Oh, it's so hard!" I shouted on purpose, and grandma smiled and said, "Our baby is lucky to eat jiaozi with coins. I wonder who will eat another jiaozi with coins?" "Of course it's still me." I suddenly realized that I had made a slip of the tongue and everyone looked at me curiously.
Finally, under everyone's questioning, I had to tell the truth. Grandma touched my head affectionately and said with a smile, "I'll give you this 200 yuan." Who makes our baby so smart and cute! " I couldn't help cheering: "Long live grandma! Long live grandma! " Everyone will laugh.
Although it has been a long time, I can't help laughing every time I think about it. I will always cherish the innocence and happiness of my childhood.
Childhood anecdotes 14 childhood events are like seashells by the sea, some of them are gloomy, and one sad thing is recorded in them; Some sparkling and interesting things are recorded in it. I'm looking for the brightest shell. Ah, here it is. I found it. ...
When I was 6 years old, I was curious about where I came from. I asked my mother that she was very busy at that time, so she casually responded to me and said, "I picked you up from the trash can." I thought to myself: Mom is always busy and has no time to play with me. If I also pick up another brother or sister from the trash can, then you can play with me. So, I slipped out when mom wasn't looking. Wow, there are so many trash cans downstairs. Which one is it? Suddenly my eyes lit up. Our house is in this building. Then she must have found me in the trash can downstairs.
So, I went downstairs to the trash can and plunged into it. The trash can stinks, so I resisted the stench and started a "search operation" inside. I opened a bag of rubbish and looked around. Even if it is an eggshell, I have to look for it carefully for fear of missing the opportunity to find my brother or sister. I searched for a long time, but the whole trash can was turned upside down by me, and there was still no sign of my brother or sister. I didn't give up and went to the trash can next to me. When I finished looking for the fifth trash can, I still couldn't find it, so I had to go home in frustration.
When my mother saw me, she covered her nose and asked, "Where did you go to play? Why is it so smelly? " I told the cause and effect, and my mother smiled and said, "Silly boy, I lied to you. How did you pick it up from the trash can? "
Childhood is always memorable.
Interesting childhood composition 15 Everyone's childhood is unique, and every day of childhood we have a wonderful time. Childhood is like the palette of life, red, green, yellow, pink ... colorful, sometimes, childhood is also a seasoning, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, forming a colorful childhood. My childhood was also colorful, so I will tell you something interesting about my childhood.
I like eating that kind of red tomato since I was a child, but my favorite is ketchup. Ketchup is red and tastes sour and sweet. It's nice and delicious. How could it not be my favorite? Whenever mom and dad are not at home, I secretly run to steal a few bites like a mouse. One day, maybe my mother forgot. She put the ketchup away and took out an identical bottle and put it outside. At first, I didn't know it was a bottle of Chili sauce. After a while, my mother went out, and I picked up this bottle of sauce as usual. However, this time it is no longer the sweet and sour taste, but a spicy taste, which is really unpalatable, so spicy that I can breathe fire. Just when I was at a loss, my mother came back and I pointed to the bottle and said "spicy". Mom burst into laughter and said, "You little fool, how did you eat Chili sauce!" " "I shamefully laughed at my mother sticking out her tongue.
That was the funniest thing I did when I was a child. It's little things piled up, which made up my unforgettable and happy colorful childhood.