Good childhood excellent composition 1 childhood is beautiful, simple and happy; Young and touching, romantic and chic.
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I haven't had time to enjoy my parents' arms, and I haven't had time to play hide-and-seek and play house with my friends. I haven't had time to whisper to my doll. I am about to leave, with nostalgia for my childhood, and set foot on that train, which is a youth train. When I arrived at the destination, I found out, oh, this train doesn't sell return tickets. Even though I was in tears, everything was useless. If you come, you will come. You can only move forward. So, I set out with infinite longing for youth.
I still miss my childhood, those happy days. At that time, I was honest and simple. I also lost my temper with my friends, lied to my parents and played practical jokes ... but which child didn't experience these bad things in childhood? The snow-like era has just left us, the innocence of childhood has not retreated, and spring is still waving to us.
Childhood is a flower, the purest flower in the world. What blooms is the brightest smile of children, cute and innocent, carefree and unrestrained. Childhood is rain, cool and sweet, white and transparent, nourishing children's quiet hearts.
Oh, I'm sorry, childhood is gone, no matter how the children sigh, they just have to keep going. When we regret our childhood, we seem to forget that there is still an enviable capital in our hands, and that is youth. Young people have no reason to give up, no reason to be depressed, hold on to the wealth in our hands and stride forward.
Of course there is lightning, of course there is a storm; Maybe there will be the temptation of Hua Hudie, and there will be boulders blocking your way forward; None of this will be a reason, and we can't back down because of it.
Piles of homework may make you dizzy; A boring class may make you sad again and again. After all, we are still young, and this little thing is not a problem. Hope and sunshine still belong to you!
Youth is like a song, euphemistic and beautiful, singing our way forward; Youth is like a dream, colorful, depicting the bright future of our lives.
Youth is romantic and chic, and a group of boys and girls are chasing it towards the ideal!
Let's move towards a happy youth with the fond memories of childhood!
Good Childhood Excellent Composition 2 Looking back on my childhood, I can't help feeling a little naive, but it makes me feel. ......
One winter weekend, I was playing computer in a thick cotton-padded jacket, waiting for my mother to buy food. Winter weekend, still calm, not many people on the road. Unlike summer, when everything is revived and cicadas are constantly chirping, the voices of people and cars make people more annoyed. "A-choo."
A sneeze came out of my mouth, and I didn't care, but sneezing came out of my mouth one after another, and my head was still aching. I simply stopped playing and fell asleep in bed unconsciously. "Tintin. My head still hurts when a quick ringing of the telephone woke me up from my dream. " Hello, who are you looking for? "? " "Son, it's raining heavily now. I have no umbrella. I took shelter from the rain in the supermarket. Come and pick me up. " I heard my mother's voice, so I said calmly, "Mom, no problem." Looking out the window, it was raining heavily, so I took two umbrellas and crustily skin of head.
When I got to the supermarket, my mother knew something was wrong when she saw my face turning blue. When she asked me, I repeatedly said no problem, but I still couldn't hide it from my experienced mother. She touched my head and said, "Wow. It's so hot that I have a fever. " At this moment, I can't hold on any longer. When I was dizzy, I fell down. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, and my mother's face was covered with water. I don't know whether it is sweat, water or rain. When my mother saw me awake, she took a long breath and fell asleep on my bed.
I suddenly feel that maternal love is like air, which keeps us alive, but we often forget its existence.
My best childhood memory is the time with my parents. I will never forget that happy and beautiful memory.
"Tintin" and "Tintin", I woke up early from my six-year-old dream, because today I want to spend a happy day with my parents. Mom has gone to the kitchen to make a delicious breakfast. Our family is sitting at the dining table. You give it to me and I'll give it to you. How happy we are.
A happy day begins with doing morning exercises. The music started and we twisted our bodies. Dad made funny moves, which made me roll on the ground with laughter.
After the morning exercise, we started the field plan of picking grapes. We got on the bus and talked and laughed all the way. Dad tells jokes and I sing with my mother. How happy I am! I really want time to stop at this moment! When I got to the vineyard, I was like a lively rabbit, bouncing around in the vineyard. My mother took some interesting photos for me, which made us laugh. The vineyard is like a big umbrella to shade us, and my father holds me to cut grapes, which makes me itch. Dad suddenly let go of his hand and I fell from mid-air. I fell on all fours and it made me cry. Dad quickly helped me up and said, "I didn't fall there. Let me see!" " "The corners of the mouth smile, I immediately felt my father's love. At this time, my heart was wrapped in my father's love. I immediately stood up and regained all my strength. My mother cut a lot of grapes, and we are not to be outdone. Dad picked me up, a bunch of purple grapes, a bunch of green grapes, one after another, and tied me to my mother.
We sat in the field, my parents hugged me, watched the sunset together and tasted our fruits together. Watching the sunset ended my unforgettable and happy day.
This is the best memory of my childhood. I will never forget that wonderful moment.
Good Childhood Excellent Composition 4 Recall that more than ten years ago, at that time, it was only one kilometer from my home to school. Every day, I walk to school. Throughout the year, I experienced a lot of wind, rain, thunder, lightning, frost and snow. For example, rainy days, foggy days and snowy days, I have a lot of fun and memories. On rainy days, I wear rain boots to tread water in the lower reservoir, fold paper boats and put them in deep canals. When it rains, I either get my clothes dirty or get them wet. In foggy days, I walked alone on that remote path, feeling so lonely and without company. There are few pedestrians, and almost no one can walk on the road except students. It was a long time before two or three appeared. On a snowy day, I played with a group of children about the same age in the village. We make snowmen, play with poles and ski together. When snow melts into water, it accumulates into ice. We skate together, and I always feel how interesting childhood is. Childhood is the best time, and it is a memorable day.
Gradually I grew up, and by this time I was in junior high school. My home is far from school, so it is inconvenient to go to school, so I stayed at school for one year. I am like a bird in a birdcage, and I have lost my freedom. I didn't feel the wind and rain at school. Fog; The smell of snow. Whenever it is windy, rainy and snowy, I stand in the corridor of the teaching building. Looking at the distance around him, he lowered his head and said, the wind is blowing again, cold! It's raining again, how to get to the canteen and dormitory! It's foggy, and now I don't feel lonely. When I grew up, my childhood was erased. However, now I have found the joy of childhood, childhood time. More memorable, as a souvenir.
In 20xx, during the summer vacation, it was raining heavily outside, and my three-year-old nephew was standing in a low pond treading water. Don't go back to the house. At this time, I stood in the pond with my little nephew and gave him an umbrella to cover him. I held an umbrella in one hand and waited for rain in the other. Rain is warm, rain falls on my hands, warm, not cold. Reminds me of the happiness of my childhood, the good times of my childhood, which I will always remember and recall!
Good Childhood Excellent Composition 5 When I was in the first grade, I was still a wild child, and naturally I knew some wild children. Playing with wild children naturally involves some barbaric games, which I especially liked when I was a child.
I remember that at that time, our children were particularly fascinated by cartoons, especially those broadcast by an unknown TV station. The content is nothing more than the protagonist's efforts to clear customs and eliminate bad guys. It seems boring now, but I was very excited at that time. Whenever the TV is over, we will get together downstairs and dress up as our heroes-nothing more than breaking some strange branches from small trees and sticking them together with tape.
Then, the "child head" will pick the person he likes first, usually the protagonist. It's finally our turn. If a good character is taken away, I usually pick a bad villain because I think he is handsome and powerful. Learn what he looks like in the film, put his hands on his waist, put on a black bag as a robe, shout that I am back again, and finally wave his robe in the air and learn to say that you are really good. I will come again next time. Then put down the robe and disappear into the air. Although it is defeated by the good guys every time, it has a unique flavor.
Our second favorite game, treasure hunt. Once, I took a twig, lay on the shore, and put the twig in my hand in a ditch. This place, which was hated by adults, became a sacred place full of treasures in our eyes. I stirred in the water, as excited as a handsome adventurer looking for treasure in danger, stirring something vaguely hard, so I bumped left and right to see if it would move.
Like an experienced archaeologist, if he can move, he will jump three feet high happily. Then, I began to call my friends, like a scholar who won the first prize. That time attracted the attention of the child's head.
I looked around at the children, including their heads, nodded to them and made a quiet gesture. We all swallowed, sweated and stared at the rising things. Our hearts are in our throats, and we are finally a crab shell!
We all cheered, as if we had touched the gold and the baby, and the excitement was unparalleled. I gave the shell to the king of children, and I will never forget the joy at that time. ...
Alas ..... children's joy is so unpretentious and "boring"!
Good Childhood Excellent Composition 6 This afternoon, it was the time of our second grade sports meeting, and all the parents came to the big playground on time. We are full of energy and energy, and are ready to meet the autumn track and field meeting. The first event is the 30-meter relay race, and Zhang is the first to appear. He is not a troublemaker as before, but now he is bent on winning glory for his class.
The fierce competition began, and parents forgot who they are now and recalled their wonderful childhood. When the referee's password rang, Zhang Jiaqin ran forward desperately. The front was good, but it was the easiest to lose points when he reached that "sharp turn". I saw Wang Fangze start running, and a girl shouted: "Come on, Wang Fangze! ! ! "The game is over, and we are third.
The second event is the crotch pass. First, the first person passes the ball on his crotch. When it reaches the last person, the last person runs to the first person and then passes it. It's over if everyone runs once in the least time. The third event is the 30-meter obstacle relay. First you have to run for a while, then you have to go to the next hurdle, then you have to make a "sharp turn", and then you have to go back to the next hurdle until everyone runs, which means victory.
I think this sports meeting is really interesting, which reminds parents of their childhood, but there is another ridiculous thing at the end of the game. The children in my class were most impressed by my mother, because my mother fell and my heart was broken. My mother said nothing, just go home and rub some medicine, and then my mother and I walked home happily.
Good Childhood Excellent Composition 7 In my childhood, many interesting things happened. They are like twinkling stars, which light up the night sky I recall and make me "poop-poop" when I think of them. Many of these stars have long been forgotten by me, but the brightest one still haunts me.
When I was a child, I always heard adults say, "As you sow, you reap." One day, it suddenly occurred to me, in this case, isn't that what you planted? I can't help feeling a little proud at the thought of this. Adults are too stupid to even think of such a good idea. They are not as good as me when I was a child!
"It's a pity that there is such a good way. I want to plant something, too. " Grow what? I walked around the house, looking left and right, and finally fixed my eyes on a box of chocolates. "Hey, there are many kinds and much longer." While talking and doing, I took two boxes of chocolates, found a big flowerpot, and put the chocolates in it. The flowerpot was full of soil I had prepared. "You're finished! Then water it every day. "
At this moment, I seem to see a chocolate tree springing up. Mom came back to see me holding a flowerpot and smirking, and asked, "Where are the flowers in the flowerpot? Why is it gone? " I proudly said, "What's good about planting flowers? I planted something else, and you will be surprised if I plant it! " "Mom didn't take it seriously." You seldom do manual labor. It's weird. The sun rises in the west? Ok, you plant it. I'll wait and see. "My mother is not interested in what I grow, but thinks what I grow is very strange. I thought, well, I'll share it with you when I grow chocolate.
In this way, I hope the stars look forward to the moon, and time goes by day. Finally, one month later in the afternoon, I rushed home from school and rushed to the balcony. I saw that the flowerpot was still empty, and my heart suddenly fell to the bottom. When you dig up the soil, you can see that the chocolate has melted in the sun and there is no sign of chocolate growth.
I cried with a "wow" and my mother heard me run out of the house. After listening to my crying, my mother smiled and said seriously, "Silly child, only seeds can grow plants. Things like chocolate will not grow after layers of processing." After listening to my mother's words, I nodded doubtfully.
Now every time I eat chocolate, I still think of this ridiculous memory. Whenever, these interesting childhood stories will accompany me all my life.
A Beautiful Childhood Excellent Composition 8 Life is always beautiful, and the beauty of the past is worth remembering. No matter whether childhood memories are happy or pleasant, there is an indescribable pleasure in retrospect.
Childhood is like a soap bubble, shining with gorgeous luster, but disappearing in an instant, leaving only some unforgettable drops.
On the New Year's Day party, I came to school with a happy mood and had a good time. The waves of happiness churn in the ocean of life, and the balloon sublimates joy.
Our balloons are all kinds, with all kinds of cartoon characters on them. When we enlarge them, those cartoon characters become bigger and bigger, and then they appear in front of our eyes one by one, as if they really came to our real life. As soon as I let go, the balloon began to float. We beat the balloon in the air and chased it in groups of three and five, carefully protecting a precious childlike innocence. Looking at the flying balloon, I seem to see that this balloon is full of my wishes, spreading all the beautiful fantasies everywhere, making it take root a little bit and making my fantasies come true. While I was dreaming, I don't know who caught the balloon and pulled the rope off it. As soon as I let go, the gas from the balloon pushed the balloon to rise rapidly, and the balloon dragged us to run with it. Gradually, the balloon ran out of gas, and those balloons that brought me happiness returned to my hands.
The beauty of life is like a candy in My Sweetie. Let's enjoy its wonderful taste.
A Beautiful Childhood Excellent Composition 9 Some people say that childhood is a painting with our colorful life in it. Some people say that childhood is a song, which contains our happiness and happiness. Some people say that childhood is a dream full of our imagination and longing. For me, childhood is such a heart-pounding word.
My mother was dragged to buy candy again today. When I saw my favorite candy, I couldn't help but be tempted and even couldn't help laughing. I remember when I was five years old, when I was in kindergarten, I often heard the teacher say, "As you sow, you reap." I was curious and thought: If I planted my favorite candy, wouldn't it bear candy? I want to have a try!
Do it. I took advantage of my mother's going to the class reunion. I can't hold it at home. I carefully moved a higher chair and tiptoed to get a big bag of candy. I came to the garden quietly. I walked into a piece of soil with a shovel in my right hand and water and fertilizer in my left hand. First, I dug a hole in the soil with a shovel and put some of the best candy. At this time, I was extremely contradictory: should I plant candy on the candy paper again?
Still not going to the sugar paper? I was just about to turn around and go home and ask grandma when I suddenly had a brainwave! He said to himself, "Candy without sugar paper will grow without sugar, and candy without sugar paper will grow with sugar paper." Naively, I put the candy in the candy paper and took it with me. Grandma smiled and said, "In autumn, you will harvest the beans you planted!" " "As soon as Grandma's voice fell, I knew that Grandma misunderstood, but when I heard that there was a harvest in autumn, I didn't care so much, just be happy.
From that day on, I cultivated it carefully and fertilized and watered it every day. Looking forward to the stars and the moon, autumn has finally come. Seeing grandma's pumpkin field full of harvest, I excitedly ran to see my little candy. Hey! Where's my little candy? Why is there nothing? I couldn't restrain my sadness and began to cry. As soon as my mother heard this, she ran over and asked, and I told her the whole story. My mother burst out laughing: "Ha ha ha! Silly boy, you can't grow candy. " After listening to my mother's explanation, I seem to understand something.
My childhood was like this. There are many silly things and many interesting things that make up a colorful childhood. Now, I am an eleven-year-old mature child, not the really "stupid" child that day! Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, every time I recall that incident, I will still smile inadvertently.
Wonderful childhood excellent composition 10 childhood life, some people live an interesting, happy and happy life, while others live a bleak, sad and painful life. When we cross this hurdle and look back, we often have new experiences.
Last winter, my mother and I went to the ski resort. Cold air rushed at me with people's laughter, stimulating every nerve and arousing my excitement. I enjoy the cool air, and I really want to lie in this ski resort!
We packed our equipment under the guidance of the instructor and rushed into the ski resort. I couldn't wait to rush ahead, climbed clumsily and slipped down without climbing two or three steps. I didn't give up. I climbed up again, this time higher than last time. Maybe I was so happy that I slipped down again. In this way, I climbed again and again, and finally climbed to the top with this twelfth effort.
I can't help looking down, but I don't know. When I saw the white snowfield below, my legs suddenly went soft, and I couldn't help sitting on the ground, which was too high for me! I tried to stand up, but the figure at the foot of the mountain, which was not much bigger than sesame, suddenly made me lose my courage and I sat on the ground again. Mom saw that I didn't stand up for a long time, so she hurried to catch up and kept asking, "What's wrong with you? Is it dizziness, stomachache or leg cramp? "
Seeing that my mother was so nervous, I was embarrassed to say, "I am just afraid of heights." Mom leng, and then smile, "are you afraid of heights? Sun Dadan is even afraid of heights? "
I became angry from embarrassment and stood up at once. I didn't think too much, and my center of gravity was unstable and I slipped.
My anger turned into fear. What if I hit someone? What if I fall into a snowdrift? If mom can't find me, will I always be buried in the snow? "Well, nothing." Mother's familiar voice came from my ear. I slowly opened my closed eyes and looked at my mother's gentle face. I can't help asking my mother, "am I in heaven?" Why is there an angel like my mother here? " "Silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't you think you are safe? " Mom smiled and poked my head with her finger. "Sun Dadan is sometimes afraid, haha." I'm too embarrassed to stick out my tongue, and I can't refute it.
Childhood is a song, which contains our happiness and happiness. Childhood is a painting, which contains our colorful life. Childhood is a dream, which contains our imagination and longing.
I love childhood!
Wonderful childhood excellent composition 1 1 My childhood is like a book, recording the bits and pieces of my childhood; My childhood is like a song, which sings the interesting things and worries of my childhood; My childhood is like a painting, showing the beauty of my childhood.
There are many interesting things in childhood. I remember that on New Year's Eve, the table at home was filled with all kinds of rich delicacies. Prepare for the Chinese New Year reunion and have a New Year's Eve dinner. Among them is my favorite beef.
As soon as the delicious beef was served, I ran up in three steps and prepared to pick it up. At this moment, my uncle took my hand and said, "Do you want to eat beef? A child who eats beef will grow into a cow. " His words surprised me, and my hand shrank back like an electric shock. I was afraid to reach out and asked my father in surprise, "Is it true?" Dad nodded while laughing. Looking at dad and my favorite beef, I can only drool and dare not start work.
The whole family is here. Let's raise our glasses to celebrate the happy reunion on New Year's Eve. Just then, I saw my uncle trying to stuff delicious beef into his mouth. It felt like putting rice in a bowl. Seeing my uncle like this, I wondered: didn't you say that eating beef would turn into a cow?
Why is uncle not afraid of becoming a cow? Is it true that adults will not change when they grow taller, but children will change when they are still growing and developing? Or? I was in a daze when my mother gave me a push. "Let's eat cheerfully. What are you thinking? " ? All the good dishes have been eaten. "Isn't it? I looked up at the big plate of beef, but I saw that the beef plate was still there, empty.
When I got home, I asked my mother doubtfully, "When I was eating today, my uncle said that children would grow up to be cows after eating beef. Is that true?" My mother smiled and said to me, "You will know when you grow up". Even later, I never dared to eat beef again, until I grew up slowly, entered the school, learned scientific and cultural knowledge, asked the teacher seriously, and finally understood my uncle's "good intentions." "Today, although I have grown up, I am not so easily deceived by others, but I still miss my really lively and ignorant childhood that day. Until now, as long as I recall these interesting childhood stories, I will still feel endless aftertaste and fall asleep with a smile!
Good Childhood Excellent Composition 12 I believe that everyone once had a good childhood, and even when they grow up, they will never forget that wonderful and happy childhood memory.
My grandfather lives in Leigong Tower. Behind his house, there is a beautiful big garden with his favorite flowers. There are peony, the king of flowers, narcissus, the fairy of Ling Bo, and chrysanthemum, the king of flowers. However, what grandpa appreciates most is the colorful rose!
I remember last time, my grandfather and I planted Chinese rose flowers in the backyard. Grandpa shoveled the soil with a shovel, and I scattered tulip seeds in the soil dug by Grandpa. Grandpa said I was too naughty. I was a little happy when I heard that, so I ran to catch frogs. Haha, when it comes to catching frogs, I am a winning general! Hey, don't talk too much. I'll do it. I picked a lotus leaf from the pond first. Hey, look, there's a little frog squatting there. Are you ready? One, two, three. "plop" oh, I not only missed the frog, but also fell into the pond! "Whoops!" I was so angry that my heart would explode, and I thought, Hum, I am an invincible general! You can't beat me! So, I got up my courage again and aimed at the little frog that had just escaped from my hand. "pa!" Yeah! I told you, hard work always leads to good results! Later, I held the little frog and loved it like a pet. Run around the pond.
Ah! What a wonderful childhood!
A Beautiful Childhood Excellent Composition 13 Everyone has a childhood, whether it is joy or sadness, it is a memory. My childhood was both happy and sad.
I remember that on a hot summer day, my brother came to my house and said that we had something to discuss, so he entered the room, and his curious cousin was eavesdropping outside the door. "Let's go swimming on such a hot day!" ! A "don't" refused my brother, but he still refused to give up and said, "Can you stay in this heat? It's strange not to be cooked. " Not necessarily ... the air conditioner is too cold to cook!
You, your brother, must be speechless. Suddenly there was a bang, "Let's go, swim and play. Ok! " My cousin said excitedly. "Ok, but it's boring if my sister doesn't go, right?" My cousin always wants me to believe that I love talking and laughing. Alas, I can't stand her temper. I have to agree. But I am still afraid, because I am afraid of water, and the water is deep, so I dare not swim. I refuse all my friends' invitations, but this time. Alas, I sighed again.
Arrived at the swimming pool, changed clothes and reached the water's edge. "Dong" and "Dong" two people got into the water. They had a good time swimming. My brother suddenly saw me still on the shore and said, "Come down and play!" " I'll pretend I didn't hear you. After that, I always felt very strange, as if they were discussing something.
Suddenly, my brother appeared in front of me. I was startled, and then I was dragged into the water. I was already in the water before I thought about anything, and I took a few sips of water. I feel sick and a little breathless. My brother saw that something was wrong and sent me to the shore at once. I am still in shock! He let me have a rest and went swimming by myself. After a while, I saw not only my brother and cousin, but also others having a good time. I just wanted to put my foot in, but I thought of falling into the water.
So I'd better not swim, but I also want to play. I really want to swim happily, and I am not afraid of water like them. My mood is like two people. Angel and devil, one is telling me to swim boldly, the other is telling me not to go, ah! Stop it! It's finally quiet. I decided to try swimming, but I was afraid. My brother met Zou and said, "I'll teach you to swim." "Well," under the education of my brother, I fell in love with swimming a little bit. Finally, many good things happen. I finally learned and overcame my fear. I was so happy at that time! There is an unspeakable joy!
Life is like a trip, we can enjoy the charm of spring and the enthusiasm of summer, and we can also experience the sadness of autumn and the cold of winter. We should not miss the scenery along the way. A song, a poem, a drizzle, a path, a joy of success, an unexpected fall. ..................................................................................................................................................