Childhood composition 1 I have read many childhood compositions, but I don't know why. Every time, I have a different experience.
When I was a child, I heard people say, "Today's children are very happy and unrestrained in childhood. Alas, if only I could go back to my childhood. " I often hear and think, is childhood really good? At that time, I was really disobedient, and I kept thinking about myself, when can I study by myself like these brothers and sisters in high school, and come out by myself, and I don't have to listen to my parents' nagging anymore.
When I grow up, I can study and play by myself. I don't need to listen to my parents' nagging anymore, but I don't know why. I'm not happy at all. When I grew up, I added a lot of troubles. I'm not as free as before. When I grow up, many people have changed, and I am not as simple as when I was a child. I gradually lost my inner simplicity in the process of growing up. Now I am. I'm not as happy as I used to be. Even without company, I'm just beginning to be afraid of loneliness, sensitive and suspicious, and pay attention to what others think of me.
Now, as a child, I have quietly disappeared and never looked back. Now I understand why everyone says childhood is the happiest. When I was young, I always looked forward to growing up, but I didn't want to grow up. Everyone has changed when they grow up. Growing up, my heart is too tired.
I was really happy when I was a child. Does the child still expect to grow up? When you master your childhood, you don't have to arrive before you regret it.
Childhood Composition 2 Childhood is like a string of colorful and shiny necklaces, stringing together our beautiful memories. Everyone has interesting stories about his childhood. Of course, I also had that flash moment. Perhaps, at that time, the colorful necklace that belongs to me began to shine brightly-
I was about four years old that year. One day, I woke up before five o'clock. When I am idle, I feel uncomfortable. Then, I remembered why I didn't put my toothbrush in the first place and help my parents squeeze toothpaste. So my parents will definitely praise me.
I ran into the toilet at first, but I was too short to see the toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter. I jumped three feet in a hurry Suddenly, I saw a small chair in the living room. I used my quick wits. I moved the small chair into the toilet, and I stood on the small chair. Bring your toothbrush. Huh? Why don't you see toothpaste? I have no choice but to use a toothpaste with my parents today. But mom and dad's toothpaste is that big. Oh, forget it. Who told me I couldn't find my own toothpaste? Huh? Why does mom and dad's "toothpaste" taste so strange! Let's make do with it. After I brushed my toothbrush, I squeezed some toothpaste into my parents' toothbrushes.
After that, I went back to my room to sleep. Soon, I was awakened by my mother's shouts. Mom said, "Ginger, the facial cleanser on the toothbrush is your fault!" " "Facial cleanser? I'm listening to Brother Zhang Er's song.
I said, "What, that's toothpaste!"
Mom took out the "toothpaste" just now and said to me, "This is the toothpaste you said!"
"Well," I said.
Mom quickly said, "This is mom's facial cleanser. Why are you squeezing this? "
Facial cleanser! Oh, my god, I've been busy for a long time and squeezed facial cleanser on my toothbrush! What's even more ridiculous is that I actually brush my teeth with facial cleanser!
Now, I can't help laughing when I think about it.
When I was 3 years old, I didn't know anything and did many things that made people feel whimsical, funny and dangerous. Now that I think about it, it gives people a silly feeling.
I remember when I was two or three years old, I had two ears, two eyes and two hands. They are all in pairs, only Fan and nose are lonely. Can the nose eat like the mouth?
Mom, can I eat with my nose? I asked my mother curiously.
No, but the nose and mouth are connected.
That's the same, why not? I am determined to get to the bottom of this matter.
Mom is a little impatient and says no means no, it will get stuck in your trachea and suffocate!
As for me, I am a stubborn cow in our family. How to do it without trying it yourself? I asked in my mind. So I decided to give it a try. In those days, my eyes were on that sphere. Once I found a handful of soybeans and stuffed them into my nostrils. Fortunately, 1 1 year-old brother saw me and grabbed it and threw it away. During that time, my family always took special care of me and never gave up. I also stared at their every move, trying to find some time when they were away. Fortunately, I was smart enough to finally find a small ball and quickly sneak into my nose. I didn't know anything at that time, so I didn't know what the consequences would be. I thought happily, no, my nose can also eat. Did adults tell me that I can't eat with my nose because I'm afraid I ate too much?
During that time, I always had a runny nose for no reason, and I didn't have a fever or a cold. It's strange to give it to your family! I can't help it My mother took me to the hospital. Only then did I find a small bean in my nose. The doctor took it out with great difficulty and the whole nasal cavity was inflamed.
I dare say this is the cutest, most ignorant and stupid thing I have ever done. So I often tell my kindergarten friends that you can't eat with your nose! Later, when I grew up, everyone knew about it, so I stopped talking about it.
Tell me, is this stupid enough?
Childhood composition 4 colorful childhood always makes people yearn for, evokes good memories and makes people think.
Looking back on my childhood, I always like to count the stars in the sky in the fields on summer nights. But I didn't have Zhang Heng's perseverance. I soon pursed my lips, shook my hands and caught the grasshopper in resentment. Full of energy, like to run around at home, but also left an eternal mark on his stomach. One day, I happily took a "baby"-a broken box and competed with my family. Unexpectedly, I sprained my foot and threw myself on the burning stove, so a scar about several centimeters long entered my "history book" gloriously.
I remember my neighbor used to make fun of me, and I was afraid of him. When I saw his long beard and big black fur coat, I cried with fear. Grandma seized this feature and took "I'll get a long beard!" " As long as I don't obey. To intimidate me, so I had to "catch" and listen.
I got away with it again. At that time, my mother tied me to the street for six months, and suddenly a motorcycle hit us far away. My mother was fractured and couldn't sit for a month, but I was lucky and didn't hurt at all. I just trembled and twitched unconsciously when I slept, so that I didn't take a motorcycle later, which had a serious impact on my psychology. Mom and dad are also heartbroken by this influence. Every time I go out, it is a day when my parents cry and play hooligans. I didn't come out until I went to elementary school.
In short, when I was a child, I was a happy child of my parents, which also caused a lot of trouble to my parents. Childhood is short and happy, and its brand is eternal. I will string together the bits and pieces of my childhood with beautiful ribbons, looking for the happiness and excitement of my childhood at any time.
Everyone has a childhood, which may have sunshine or haze. Even so, most people should only remember that wonderful memory. Here, after the last day of June, I will present my happiest childhood.
One hot summer, because it had just rained heavily and the ground was wet, I thought it was very fun. I crept to find my little friend to play with water, because my mother wouldn't play with water for me, so ... "Wow, it's like skating, how nice!" " "The crying of my friends gave me a little sense of accomplishment, which I put forward." I was afraid of falling, and my mother scolded me. "Suddenly Xiao Ming's words made me a little unhappy." Oh, I'm not afraid. If I am afraid, I will protect you. There's nothing to be afraid of! ""At this time, Xiao Ming will play with confidence and boldness. "Hahahaha, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha." Our silvery laughter spread all over the sky that is about to clear up.
An idea suddenly occurred to me. Let's race. It's hard to run fast in water. Little feet stepped in the water and splashed. Suddenly, Xiaoming fell down. She sobbed.
"Xiao Ming" I said, "What's the matter with you?"
"It hurts. Pain. " "I will never play with water again."
I feel deeply guilty about Xiaoming's depravity. I feel sorry for him.
"Hey, actually, I don't hurt." Xiao Ming said with a smile.
"You forgive me?"
I don't blame you.
The sky clears up and the air is fresher.
Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from study, from communication with classmates ... but it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them, and mature with colorful dreams.
Childhood Composition 6 Childhood is an era, and the whole life is a long article, sometimes full of joy, sometimes extremely sad, full of twists and turns, people can't help but go in and fight.
In my memory, an interesting story when I was a child is still fresh in my memory, and it is also embarrassing to say!
It was when I was eight years old, and my mother said that she would take me to my grandmother's house to play. Hearing this, I jumped three feet for joy. I didn't listen to a word my mother said aside (be careful not to talk to strangers and so on). Mom used "force", that is, she has to recite a word every five minutes, which is simply a human tragedy! But there is no way!
We will go by bus. At that time, I always thought that 1 was only one yuan, two yuan for two roads, three yuan for three roads and four yuan for four roads.
When I arrived at the bus stop, my mother asked me to take a closer look at whether the No.4 bus had arrived. I have been looking everywhere and asked my mother, "Why don't you take the 1 bus or the No.2 bus?" Even one or two yuan cheaper! " ! Why do you have to take the No.4 bus? That costs four dollars, how expensive it is! "My mother touched my forehead and said something strange:" Huh? I don't have a fever. What can I say? This child, really. " "I said nothing!" I angrily shook off my mother's hand and pursed my lips. "You have a fever yourself! It only costs one yuan to take the 1 bus, but you insist on taking the No.4 bus, and you only get two yuan! See how you get to grandma's house! " Mom smiled and I looked at her puzzled. Mom smiled and said, "1 Bus No.2 goes to one route and No.2 goes to the other direction. Every car has a special route and the fare is the same. It is not located with the label of which bus. " I listened carefully.
"Didi-Didi-"came the horn of the No.4 bus in the distance. My mother paid and took me to sit down. The sky outside the window is so blue. Ah! Childhood, my happy harbor!
Childhood Composition 7 When you go shopping with your family, are you picky? We are neither poor nor rich. Compared with Gorky, everyone is much happier!
Gorky was born in a woodworking family. When I was 5 years old, my father died and life was even more difficult. He lives in his grandfather's house with his mother. Because of his poor family, Gorky had to wear his mother's leather shoes, his grandmother's coat, yellow clothes and trousers with legs. Such a colorful and incongruous dress attracted the ridicule of the students. Some students even nicknamed him. Compared with Gorky, we all wear our own new clothes, some of which are high-grade clothes. Thought of here, I can't help but feel a little ashamed, because despite such good conditions, we don't know whether we are blessed or not. Often picky, some clothes are worn too much and I don't want to wear them anymore.
Gorky had to collect junk to make money for school. When he doesn't go to school every day, he gets up early in the morning, carries a big cloth bag and walks around the street, picking up some rags and pieces of paper and selling them to the waste treatment plant. If you are lucky, you can earn half a ruble. If you are unlucky, Gorky's school will not be settled. We don't have to worry about anything at school now, and live a good life with enough food and clothing. In contrast, what reason do we have not to cherish the happy life now and study harder?
The money from garbage collection became the source of Gorky's tuition, but the children of those rich people in the school did not understand Gorky's behavior, but laughed at him and said that he had a "bad smell". I don't think Gorky's body stinks, but those rich children deliberately laugh at Gorky and make them "smelly". Gorky turned the ridicule of others into a driving force to urge himself to study hard. He studied hard and studied hard, and finally achieved excellent results, which was loved and respected by teachers and classmates.
I closed the book and meditated, and I couldn't help thinking a lot.
Everyone has a childhood, some people have a rather vague concept of childhood, and some people can even give up their future time in order to return to childhood.
Of course, this is impossible. What kind of person am I? In my subconscious, I must be the third kind of person. How can I ruin my future in order to go back to the past? Who says not? I sometimes feel very vague, because I really think I will use my next few decades, decades, or even just a few years for my childhood.
I often dream about my childhood in my dreams, only to find that I have experienced it when I wake up. In the next few days, I will dream about my childhood several times from time to time, and suddenly feel that the day before is the real end of my childhood. In this way, I don't know how many times I have been reincarnated. Every time I reincarnate, a hidden problem gradually emerges. When did childhood end? Interesting question. When I discovered this problem, my childhood really left me. ...
When I wanted to go back, it was too late. I was left alone in a daze, and my childhood playmates, things and bits and pieces ran to my heart. What was my childhood? Why did you leave me? Sometimes I really want to cry to relieve my pain. The most ridiculous thing I have done in my life is to hire a ruthless killer "Time" to slaughter my childhood. When I knew I had done something wrong, I regretted it all my life because of a moment's hesitation. Yes, I ruined my childhood, not time. Even if I cherish my childhood for a second, I will be satisfied. Every bit of childhood has become a crystal ball, which is deposited in my heart.
Every time I look at it, I have a scar in my heart. This kind of suffering is only known to yourself. Childhood is actually a road to pave the way for the future, whether sad or happy. As long as you follow this path, you are not far from success.
My childhood was a unique and bumpy road to life.
My mother told me that soon after I was born, I lost my precious hearing because of illness, which means I can only go to a school for the deaf, and I can't laugh and play like a normal child. My parents are heartbroken. My family watched me all day in Lacrimosa. They had no illusions about my future. My house is lifeless every day.
I spent my childhood in a dark hut. I don't want to go outside and play with other children, because I don't want to see other people's poor eyes. When I was 4 years old, my mother sent me to the kindergarten in the village. Other children are happy every day. I was the only one sitting there, because there was nothing I could do. Occasionally naughty children laugh at me, and I am even more reluctant to play with them.
In primary school, I entered a special education school. Here, I really found my own world, because all the students here are like me, the teachers here are very kind and the campus is beautiful! My personality has gradually become cheerful, and my mother has a smile on her face and actively cooperates with the teacher to teach me to practice oral English. In order to make the tongue more flexible, my mother and I do "interlingual exercises" every day, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling and inhaling. I was encouraged when I made a little progress. Through unremitting efforts, my spoken English has been continuously improved. I remember once, my mother taught me "flowers", but I always pronounced "H" and "F" as "hair", so my mother took pains to teach me again and again. After repeated practice, I finally made a stiff voice, and my mother happily picked me up at that time-how happy the child's progress is for parents! Since then, I have studied oral English more seriously.
Six years passed quickly, and with the hard training of teachers and parents, I learned a lot about being a man. Don't worry, I will study hard and repay you with excellent results!
Childhood composition 10 childhood memories cannot be covered by snow, nor can they be submerged by summer rain. It is deeply engraved in our hearts.
I am a child of Dong nationality. Every year, our village holds an activity with the most Dong characteristics-bonfire party, which is to choose a child to light a fire, and adults should sing and dance with our Dong characteristics and turn around the bonfire. This time, the village chief chose me to light the flame, and I jumped three feet in excitement. I took a bunch of sticks first, and then a box of matches caught fire. Really strong! Two or three feet tall!
This time I lit a fire, and some children looked at me enviously, while others stared at me unconvinced. But I am still extremely happy, because I lit the fire and ignited the hope of the whole village. This is a brand-new experience for me, and childhood is very interesting.
Another time, in a snowy winter, my parents and I made a snowman. We wore cotton-padded jackets and scarves, rolled the snow into snowballs step by step in the snowstorm, watched the snowballs get bigger and bigger, and then made snowballs into snowmen. After a while, I made a snowman as big as me! We put a hat on it and put a "weapon"-broom in its hand. Then use longan to embed eyes, carrot to make nose, smile and mouth. How cute! I leaned against the snowman and smiled happily. My childhood was happy!
Is it still called "childhood" if you are not naive? The flame has long been extinguished, the snowman has already melted, and childhood seems to be slipping away quietly, but what will never disappear is my long memory.
Childhood composition 1 1 childhood, I sent away a small paper boat sailing by the stream; In childhood, red dragonflies with paper paste were released on the grassland; Childhood, paper cranes, flying dreams in the plains; Childhood, playing with interesting eagles to catch chickens on the playground; Childhood, chasing colorful butterflies among vegetables and flowers; In my childhood, I had a dream of catkin and dandelion, which was my greatest wish to fly to distant places. I'm not afraid to fly to distant places. I was led by my parents' love and encouraged by good wishes …
I remember when I was five years old, I once went to my grandmother's house to play. As soon as I entered the door, I rushed to her house. As soon as grandma saw my little pistachio coming, she smiled and said, "Good granddaughter, grandma will take you to a place." . Look at this beautiful realm again. It turned out to be a garden designed by grandma, like an ocean of flowers. Grandma looked at me and said, "Good granddaughter, do you like it?" There is also a glass-bright belt outside the garden-the river. Grandma took me there to play, and grandma and I caught small fish and tadpoles there ... We were still folding paper cranes, which carried my and grandma's dreams. I am very happy to see the paper cranes drifting further and further. I smelled the flowers, and my grandmother read my mind. She wove the flowers in the garden into a lace and put it on my head. A breeze blew through the flowers and gradually blew on my nose. I know these flowers still smell of earth, because it just rained this morning. Looking at grandma, I have an idea in my heart: "knit grandma a lace like mine." . We were tired of playing and fell asleep on the grass by the river. In this blue sky, flowers grow as tall as they want, and small fish grow as beautiful as they want ... I shed tears of happiness at this moment.
Childhood is beautiful, childhood memories will stay in my heart forever, and childhood will return to my heart.
Childhood composition 12 childhood is an ocean of joy. On the seashore of memories, there are countless shells, some gloomy, which evoke a sad past; There are brilliant and warm memories. I'm looking for the most beautiful shell on the coast of memory, ah, I found it …
Home is the most beautiful and shining golden shell. It is home that gives me warmth, hope and happiness. I love home. My home is not rich, but full of beauty. Grandma's arms are a happy destination, Grandpa's words are the sunshine on the road of life, Dad's hands are the wings of angels in the face of difficulties, and Mom's smile is a blooming flower. Then things like this make me more proud of my home.
The earth cracked like an earthquake under the scorching sun. In recent months, family expenses have decreased and life has become very difficult. One day, my father hurried home and mysteriously discussed something with my mother. I saw my mother nodding hard, and my grandparents also supported my father. I overheard it on a whim. I only heard my father say, "That family is more difficult than us. Donate some money to them first, and then try to help them. " I am really a monk: I don't know. How can we help others with money when it is so difficult at home? I stood up and said, "Do you want to know why, why, to be a good person?" As soon as my parents saw it was me, they gave the blind people soup. They knew, and said, "Dad knows, but some people suffer more than us. Can we come out of destruction? " This time, the scholar met the soldier: the reason is not clear. My father insisted on taking me to that family, and suddenly they lived in a shabby mud house. Some broken furniture is nothing but a small bed. I finally understood my father's intention, and tears hung down one by one.
At that moment, I felt that my father was so great. I understand that my father did this to let me know that helping others is the foundation of happiness, and I can't be selfish. My home is beautiful, and the beauty lies in the beauty in everyone's heart.
Everything at home is like a colorful shell, which holds up my colorful childhood. The seaside of memory echoes again. ...
Childhood composition 13 childhood is a song that sings the most beautiful melody; Childhood is a horse, running on the endless grassland; Childhood is plum blossom alone with cold ling, and its fragrance remains the same. ...
In my wonderful childhood, the most unforgettable thing is reading, studying in the study every day, and slowly discovering the fun of learning. When I read Snow White, I really felt that I had fallen into the fairy tale world. At the moment when Snow White ate the poisoned apple, I stopped her, turned the queen into an old lady and helped Cinderella sit on the throne of the queen.
The road of childhood always experiences failure, grows in failure, keeps making mistakes, and gains from mistakes. I remember one exam, and the title clearly said "Fill in synonyms". But I didn't think about it at all, and I wrote down the antonym decisively. After handing in the paper, I thought to myself: this composition must only be deducted 0 points. Five points, I must be 99. Five points. Not long after, after the test paper was handed out. I picked up the test paper with confidence, and when I saw it, I was shocked. The result is 96 points. Me and 99. Missing 5 points. I secretly told myself: I must correct my carelessness and won't do it again. Sure enough, after studying hard, I finally achieved excellent results.
Childhood is also full of joy. For example, we often play the game of "traffic lights". The rule is: as soon as the catcher closes his eyes, he can't move when he says red light, and when he says green light, the referee says start. We've been playing with his captors, and finally, he said he ran a red light. We didn't dare to move, for fear of catching ourselves, and the sweat dripped from our heads, but unexpectedly we hit the wall, which made us laugh.
There is a song that goes like this: Give me a golden childhood, draw blue sea and blue sky, father sun, sister moon, we laugh so sweetly ... Every time I hear this song, I will think of my childhood-the best childhood.
Childhood composition 14 childhood is a brilliant flower; Childhood is the golden key to open the door to growth; Childhood is the most brilliant movement.
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Childhood, deep in my memory, is full of friendship, happiness and unforgettable!
When I opened my memory, the first thing that stayed in my heart was that I knew Wu Tingting as soon as I entered kindergarten, and I have been good friends ever since. We have many common topics, common games and common dreams. But as soon as the second day of junior high school, we were ruthlessly assigned to different classes, and then "parted ways." But "things are unpredictable", we went to a new class together in the third grade.
I still remember the kindergarten, my first teacher-I raised my sleeves, pursed my mouth and put my hand on my waist-and the teacher's angry appearance was still printed in my mind. Now that I think about it by chance, I think the teacher is not fierce at all, but very cute.
The fifth grade, a grade worth telling, during this year, I made more good friends and gained friendship. What is closely related to Wu Tingting and me is burnt fruit.
We often write poems together, compose music together, make mother's day gifts for our mothers together, and talk about the future together. ...
The fifth grade, an ignorant grade, a grade that already knows sadness, and she, Jiao, moved to Zhengzhou. We tasted the bitterness of parting for the first time, but we could only pray and bless her silently.
In a blink of an eye, the sixth grade "rail car" will drive to the terminal, and my childhood will be farther and farther away from me. It will be firmly locked in a small wooden box and treasured in my heart.
Childhood composition 15 childhood is like a colorful bubble.
Slowly fly into the air one by one,
Float to the distant place full of hope.
When I was tired of playing with toys at home, I would pester my grandfather to make bubbles for me, take a small piece of soap, shake it with a little water, gently dip one end of the straw and blow it gently, and those lovely colorful bubble elves will quietly appear beside you. I always jump around playfully, trying to catch them. I'm not just chasing bubbles, I'm also very happy. With the appearance of bubbles, my heart seems to float far away, where only happy bubbles dance in the air, reflecting colorful light and illuminating the sky and my eyes. "Pa", the sound of the bubble burst brought me back to reality. Reluctantly, I stamped my feet, and my hands were filled with bubble liquid, blowing out bigger bubbles. However, good times always pass quickly, and I am reluctant to go home, but I know there will be bubble elves tomorrow, for sure.
Childhood is like an unrestrained breeze,
Drive the small windmill to rotate,
All the troubles will be taken away by windmills.
When I was a child, my second favorite toy was a windmill. I run with a windmill in my hand, or blow it gently with my mouth, and watch the windmill turn slowly, my heart will be full of happiness and joy. Sometimes you don't have to run or blow, and the windmill will follow the footsteps of the wind and feel the breeze brought by the wind gently slapping on your face. The windmill baby in my hand seems to have become a lovely little girl. She took my hand and led me into the windmill park. We laughed and played in it and got to know all kinds of windmills. Good times always fly by, and in the blink of an eye, she has turned back into a small windmill in my hand. I opened my eyes and it was dark all around. I blew up the windmill in my hand again. The windmill flew out of the sky with dreams. ......
Childhood is the most carefree time,
Riding on your happiness,