Writing on the topic of childhood 1 childhood is like a clam shell, which is full of sparkling pearls and handfuls of fine sand; Childhood is like an hourglass, which takes away the sad past and good times of childhood; At that time, it was like a breeze, bringing freshness and precipitation; Looking back on my childhood, I feel bitter again and again, smiling again and again, getting hurt again and again ... filled every minute and second of my childhood. ...
A clam shell is like a childhood. Score is the most frequently heard word in childhood. Small exams decide who gets praise, while big exams decide the fate of a person's life. In the exams again and again, there are first place, second place, and dozens of people. It's just that I fished a clam shell in the sea and opened it to count whether there were more pearls, more sand or more pearls. But without sand as pearls, where did those dazzling pearls come from?
Hourglass childhood. Childhood is like water, never to return. In the new year, those bitterness, those crying … will be forgotten. That joy, that smile ... has also been thrown out of the cloud nine. When I was a child, I liked to dig canals, which was our construction site. I used my hands, sticks and pieces of glass to collapse and repair the bridge again and again. I laughed and cried. I used to be so naive and carefree, but this wonderful time has gone away from me, getting farther and farther. ...
A relaxed and happy childhood. Picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelons is what I often do. Outside, I saw a square glass box next to a small mound with a 50-cent steel jumper inside. You know, at that time, in my eyes, fifty cents was such a big "gold bar". When I reached for it, my hand got stuck. I ran home crying, and my father opened the glass with a saw blade, but I couldn't control my temper. When I twisted my hand, the glass broke and my hand was scratched.
Whether it's a clam shell, an hourglass or a breeze. Will leave me, I silently think, write slowly, and see smiling faces again and again, and crying again and again. Childhood came back to my mind.
With the growth of age, childhood began to gradually leave. But some interesting memories of childhood are still so clear and interesting. In my mind, nothing is clearer than digging for treasure by the sea.
I was only six years old. Dad took me to the seaside to play. That afternoon, my father and I came to the beach and saw a sea of people. People in the sea seem to be being taken by jiaozi one by one. We finally found a clearing and began to play. Recently, my father told me a story about a person digging for treasure. So I thought, "Huh? The people in the story went through a lot of hardships to dig up the treasure. The treasure was placed in a place where it was not easy to be found. Then the beach is endless. Isn't it the treasure house of hidden treasure? " As soon as I set out, I picked up the small sand shovel my father bought me, thinking about the scene where I dug up the treasure and was praised by everyone, and started my big project.
I started. I dug out the sand with a small sand shovel and pushed it aside. Five minutes later, in the scorching sun, my forehead began to feel sad-sweating. However, the pit can only hold my head, so I tried. Ten minutes later, the pit became bigger and there were some unknown liquids in it. I licked it before I knew it was seawater. But I still didn't see the treasure, and I began to worry, so I added another effort. Another ten minutes have passed, and I still haven't seen the enviable treasure. I am really anxious now, and I quickly ask, "Dad, where is the treasure?" "Huh?" Dad looked at me doubtfully. I added, "There should be treasure on the beach, because you said the treasure is where the treasure is, and I think this beach is where the treasure is." "Ha ha," my father touched my head and said, "There are treasures on the beach. So many people have not been discovered before? Here, this is the shell I picked up and gave it to you. " I took the colorful shells and nodded.
Childhood is fading away, but the innocence and romance of childhood will haunt me forever.
Childhood is an ocean of joy. Memories of the seaside, there are countless shells, some gloomy, will evoke a sad past; There are also some interesting things shining in the sun, which reminds people of childhood. I am looking for the most beautiful shells on the beach of memory. Ah, here it is. ...
I remember it was when I was in kindergarten, and one day in the summer vacation, I was painting at home alone and lying on the cold floor, not to mention how happy I was! Painting and painting, bean-sized sweat trickled down my cheeks, and I suddenly thought: Go get an ice lolly! Thinking, I picked up a small chair, ran to the front of the refrigerator and stepped on the chair to get the popsicle. I looked at the popsicle and wanted to swallow it. Then it suddenly occurred to me: shouldn't mom wash strawberries and bayberry with water? Besides, my mother usually teaches me about hygiene. Ok, I'll talk about hygiene and wash the ice. Thinking of this, I brought a bowl of water, soaked the popsicle in the water to "sterilize" it, and then continued to draw my pictures.
In an instant, my "masterpiece" was completed. Suddenly, I remembered the sterilized popsicle in the bowl and hurried to the bowl. Ah! The popsicle in the bowl is gone, leaving only a lonely little bamboo piece. I was shocked and tears filled my eyes: "Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo- Hearing this, my mother turned and went to the kitchen. After she took a look, she came over with a big smile on her face: "Baby, your popsicle was not eaten by a kitten, but melted. You will understand these later. " With that, he touched my head, went to get me a popsicle and said to me, "Don't go anywhere to soak in water. "For me, I'm still stuck in the drum. Why can strawberries and bayberry be soaked, and why can't popsicles? I didn't understand what happened at the end.
Hey, you called me stupid! The fun of childhood, everything is like a colorful shell, and these colorful shells hold up my golden childhood!
Everyone says that children in my time were very happy, but I don't think so. I always heard my father say that in his time, there were many interesting things every day, such as the night when he came home from school.
The sun is not very big. Dad just came back from school and ran to the mountains to catch chickens. Because there was no cement road at that time, dad had to climb the mountain on the dirt road.
Dad reached the top of the mountain, picked up a bamboo whip and drove the chicken out of the fence.
Unexpectedly, it began to rain lightly on the horizon at this time, and the chickens that were driven out ran around. Some run east, some run south, and some run north. Dad was so scared that he was pale and weak that he rushed out of the fence.
But these chickens were disobedient, and some of them ran down the hill. Dad was careful when he went down the mountain. He grabbed the bamboo with his left hand and took his right foot, while his right hand grabbed the bamboo and took his left foot. But dad was careful, but he slipped and slipped down the mountain. Because of an carelessness this time, dad left an indelible scar on his arm.
Later, my father ran home in frustration, and I guessed, "Hmm!" Is dad worried that he will be scolded by his grandmother or beaten when he comes home? Or be punished for not eating tonight. "However, a miracle happened-the chicken came back.
"One chicken, two chickens, three chickens ..." Dad was chanting. Fifteen chickens, not a few chickens. This will make dad happy.
Through these interesting childhood stories of my father, I am reminded of my childhood. I still remember it was a hot afternoon. I turned on the air conditioner and played games in bed. Go to the kitchen to drink water when you are thirsty, and continue to play games after drinking water. How happy I am when I play games! If someone asks me out to play at this time, I will definitely refuse her, because I prefer to make friends with my mobile phone at this time.
In a blink of an eye, time slipped away from the game and the sky gradually darkened. I went to the balcony and looked at the clouds on the horizon. I think making friends with mobile phones will not make me happy, but will make me more and more empty and bored.
Teacher, in my heart, there are too many words to say. These words are all about childhood, because I know I'm going to wave goodbye to my childhood and stay out of it.
I am a graduating class student, and I am no longer a child. I can't be spoiled, I can't be innocent, and I can't have an innocent heart. Before I had time to prepare, my childhood came to an imperfect end: my childhood was interesting, but short. I remember the teacher said that a person's heart is like a piece of paper. If this paper is full of color, it means that this person's heart is no longer innocent as a child, but has a heart. Because your words made me understand that my "paper" is no longer so blank and pure. How I long for an eraser. I want to erase this colored paper with an eraser. Although this paper is full of artistic sense and praised by people, it is only a representation! Yes, it is precisely because of the strokes of the society that every piece of paper is full of colors, and the heart is full of all kinds of scheming, just like the leap soil in Zhu Ziqing's Young Leap Soil. When he was a child, he was smart and lovely. Through understanding, when he grows up, he should guard against everything, even his best friend Zhu Ziqing should guard against others and no longer trust others. At this time, the paper in his heart was colorful and a masterpiece of society at that time.
Finally, I want to say one more word about my childhood: "Goodbye, childhood, thank you for giving me so many gifts when I was young!" " "
Taking childhood as the topic of composition 6 Time flies. This year, I slept 13 and grew up gradually. It was an ordinary childhood to say goodbye to me, but I was still looking for it on the beach of memory.
I played with my little sister for ten minutes between classes; In the face of sudden lightning and thunder, I panicked; Because of the sudden power failure, I am looking for a bright shadow. ...
Childhood is like a car full of clothes and fruits, and it is also full of many childhood events. There are too many childhood events. If they are a string of wind chimes, they will make a sound when the wind blows ... Listen! Here they come:
I was six years old and had a potted flower at home. I often stand on a small bench and watch it for a long time, but I find that the potted flower is a little fly in the ointment: it has no fragrance. I'm very sorry about that. If only this flower had a fragrance! I turned my head and had an idea.
One day, when my parents were not at home, I went to the bathroom, where I got perfume. Before I came to the flowerpot, I unscrewed the bottle cap and sprinkled a little on the petals. Some of them removed the roots and tried to spread the fragrance from the branches to the stamens. After a while, the room was filled with fragrance.
Mom came back, smelled the fragrance and asked me what was going on. I told my mother what I had done. Hearing this, he sighed in distress situation: "Alas! You little fool, the flower will die if you do this. " At first, I was dubious about my mother's words. The flowers began to turn yellow the next day and withered in a few days.
"Ha ha ha ....." After listening to my childhood story, you will laugh and I will laugh. You see, how naive and ignorant I was when I was a child!
I miss my childhood. I miss my childhood. My childhood ignorance and dreams, drifting and sailing quietly in the boat of time. As time went by, they left me …
The story of childhood is as many as the stars in the sky. Today, I will choose the biggest and brightest star to introduce to you!
I remember one time, I was alone at home and my parents went to work. They locked the security door. After a while, my neighbor's little sister came to see me, but the security door was locked. So, she used scissors to make a hole in the iron sand of the security door and stuffed peanuts into it from the outside. To thank her, I gave her my favorite chocolate candy. Mom came back and saw this little hole, which was very strange. I didn't know what was going on until I asked.
I was timid when I was a child. Once, I was in kindergarten and we had dinner together. I didn't have enough to eat in one bowl. I wanted to ask the teacher for another bowl, but it was gone. The teacher asked me to cook, and I don't even know where the kitchen is. How do I cook? I dare not ask the teacher where the kitchen is, so I have to go out with a bucket.
I was in a hurry when, suddenly, I saw a teacher coming out of a room with a can of rice in his hand. Ah, this must be the kitchen! I went in with a bucket. The pot is boiling and steaming. There is a big iron drum as high as the roof next to it, and there is a fire below. This is probably a cooking pot. There are so many children in a kindergarten, you must eat so much. When they need to fill their stomachs, they put a ladder to climb up. As I put down the bucket, I thought about how smart I was to come to such a conclusion.
Strangely, the teacher didn't "climb" up the ladder to fill the rice, but took a ladle of water from the pot and poured it into the bucket and handed it to me. I didn't care so much, so I went back to the classroom with a bucket. When the teacher saw the rice in my bucket, his eyes popped out. It was really strange that no one ate my meal that day. To be honest, I don't want to eat either. I just know now that I entered the water room that day.
It's still ridiculous to think about it now! At that time, I did so many stupid things and didn't understand anything.
Writing on the topic of childhood 8 childhood, a familiar and unfamiliar word. With the passage of time, it has been getting farther and farther away from me, and youth has taken its place mercilessly, forever and ever …
Looking back on my childhood, I "despise" my sister's childhood, so humble and humble!
Suddenly feel very narrow-minded. My sister is riding her own bike and "bravado" with others. What about me? I can only watch. Bystander is the most appropriate name, which makes me feel bad, but I can't help it. This is a fact and a reality.
After a holiday, when I enter adolescence, I stay at home and watch TV and play online games. Nothing else! I envy and hate my sister's childhood!
But since 13, I have changed.
13 is my birthday, and my mother forgot it, but I didn't mention it, not at all. I don't know why I did it. 14 At noon, my mother suddenly asked, "What's the date today?" I deliberately pretended not to know, looked at the calendar and said, "Oh, today is 14, why?" Mother smiled and said, "Sister, yesterday was your birthday! ? "My sister cheered happily. Suddenly, my heart hurt unconsciously, but I still smiled and said, "Really?" No sound ...
I dare not go away, because this is my first birthday since 13, and I'm afraid I'll keep crying and cursing. I sat in a chair and smiled and said, "You have all grown up. Do you think you are still a child? " Tears swirled in my eyes, blurring my vision. Looking up, I vaguely saw a photo. A little girl made a naive wish in front of a cake and shed tears. I see that girl is 8 years old.
I began to understand that although my childhood has passed, I can look at my childhood and watch others remember mine!
Everyone has many bright stars in his memory. Each one has its own unique meaning, and each one gives us different memories, the biggest and brightest of which is our childhood.
Childhood days are like picking up shells. From time to time, I will pick up some beautiful things and become my eternal memory. And those ordinary, will gradually be discarded, gradually dusty in memory.
When we were young, we were naive and lively, and had our own unique experiences and feelings. Childhood is really beautiful and carefree. The sky of childhood is always blue, pure blue. Even if it rains occasionally, it will soon pass. The most common childhood is our silvery laughter. Childhood smile is the purest and brightest, without a trace of falsehood.
The world of childhood seems to be in the intermittent spring rain, soft as silk, floating on the face, giving people a fresh and refreshing feeling. In the memory of childhood, misty rain made all the scenery looming and unreal, and green Liu Suifeng swayed in the rain. All this gives people a touch of beauty. At this time, walking quietly in the rainy spring rain of childhood under the sky blue umbrella has become the most beautiful scenery. Oh! Childhood turned out to be a gorgeous landscape painting. I'm afraid no painter in China can wield such elegant pen and ink.
We will always be just passers-by in life. As time goes by, the years change. We are all growing up, and no one can resist. We must leave our childhood, but it is important to preserve our beautiful memories and create a more brilliant future.
Writing on childhood 10 I am a dust in the desert; I am an insignificant little star on the horizon; I am also a child in the eyes of adults and an adult in the eyes of children. I am the ego.
I am lively, cheerful and timid by nature, so my mother always says that I am like a small plane and will never grow up. I remember one summer, when my parents were not at home, my brother and I were left with nothing to do at home. So, we ran outside and squatted on the ground to play with mud. I pinched a fat pig first, and was about to pinch the next one when my mother came back and saw my brother and I playing with mud again. He shook his head at me helplessly and said, "You are nothing like my sister!" " "
I am also very timid. Whenever I see a caterpillar in a tree, I always "stay three feet away from it". Because of this, my wicked brother always makes a bug with a whoosh inadvertently, which makes me feel in a trance all day.
I am good at observing. I once squatted for more than an hour to watch the chicken being born, but that year left a deep impression on me. I was less than nine years old. I couldn't help laughing when I heard my mother say that my hen was going to hatch chicks. I rushed to the front of the henhouse with lightning speed and stared at the eggs. I'm glad that the chicken is finally hatching. At this time, the hen is hiding to sleep, because she is too tired these days and doesn't want to hatch eggs. I think those chickens are too hard. I'll work hard and help them out of their shells. After I skinned some chickens, the hen woke up and saw that I was "hurting" her children. She came and pecked at me, and I was scared away by it. A few days later, the chickens I shelled died heroically for their families. I feel so sad that good people have done bad things instead.
It's ridiculous to think about these things now. I feel really grown up. From today, no, from now on, I will cherish time, steer my own boat and break out of my own world. Because "the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and the birds fly"!
Writing on the topic of childhood 1 1 My childhood was very happy and full of laughter.
One thing has impressed me so far. I remember when I was a child, my mother told me that writing letters can convey your inner words to distant relatives. So I've always been extremely curious about letters.
One day, my mother wrote a letter to my father who worked far away from home. Before my mother finished writing, I was clamoring to post it. Mom said: I know you are curious, and mom promised you this time! After listening to this sentence, I am extremely happy, because I can finally post the letter.
On Sunday, my mother said she would take me to post the letter. After listening to this, I jumped three feet for joy.
My mother went to the street to buy a stamp and put it on the envelope. At this moment, an acquaintance of my mother came. My mother said to me: Drop this letter in the green mailbox in front, and I'll talk to Aunt Zhang for a while. I see. I said excitedly.
Hey! Why are there two green boxes here? This makes me very confused. Just when I had a headache, a big brother came. He threw a piece of paper into the box on the right. I think it must be the mailbox. So I threw the letter into the box.
After a while, I came to my mother. I told her the whole story in detail. I tried to win her praise, but her mother froze. Suddenly, she realized in panic and immediately said, "Oh, no, you must have thrown the letter into the trash can." This sentence not only surprised me, but also surprised Aunt Zhang. My mother quickly took me there, followed by Aunt Zhang. Mom and Aunt Zhang also came over.
Afterwards, my mother and Aunt Zhang were amused by me, but I was not very happy, because I thought I had done something wrong, but my mother said that you were too young to understand, and my mother didn't blame you for this.
After listening to my mother, I laughed, too!
This is a wonderful memory of my childhood!
My childhood was full of interesting things and everything was full of joy. Let me tell you something interesting when I was a child. Everyone should sit still and don't fall down happily.
I spent almost my childhood at my grandmother's house. My grandmother keeps a lot of chickens. These chickens can lay an egg every day, and my grandmother fried poached eggs for me every day. Poached eggs are delicious and delicious. I thought to myself: the eggs are so delicious, how did the hens get laid? I came to the henhouse with curiosity, and when I saw a hen laying eggs, I squatted down to observe. When the chicken saw me, it stood up. After a while, it squatted down again and dropped an egg behind its ass. I held the egg in my hand. It was warm and I couldn't bear to put it down. When the hen saw that I had taken her baby away, she was anxious and pecked my hand with her sharp mouth. As soon as my hand was loose, the egg fell into the henhouse. The hen glared at me, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked away singing "giggle, giggle, giggle", as if to show off to everyone: "Look, I laid eggs, I laid big eggs, you see how powerful I am!" Looking at its triumphant appearance, I thought, you smelly chicken, I won't roast you!
The next day, the chicken came to lay eggs again. It's time for my revenge, so I took a piece of wood from the kitchen. Around the back of the chicken farm, I gave the chicken a hard bite with wood. The chicken flew into the sky and dropped an "fried egg" in mid-air. This fried egg fell right on my head. Suddenly, egg white and yolk flowed down from my head and my face was sticky. I was very angry. When the chicken saw a kind smile, it quickly ran away. ...
There are countless interesting stories in childhood, just like shells on the beach. Just pick up one and open it, and it will lead to a series of childish and ridiculous stories.
Composition 13 on the topic of childhood "Under the banyan tree by the pond, I heard the sound of summer ..." A familiar ballad came from the window, like a string of silver bells, which reminded me of my childhood.
After school, I remember when I was seven. I got home and finished it soon. I sat on the sofa, expecting her mother to come back soon. Unconsciously, my eyes fell on the door cabinet next to me. Everyone knows that our family has-my mother's high heels. All the high heels, my mother won't let me move at ordinary times. Today, um, this may be a necessary violation. I jumped off the sofa, went through the cupboard and looked at my watch step by step. My mother will be back from there in about an hour! I was greeted by various colors and high heels when I opened the door, but which pair was better to wear? This is my mother's favorite high heels! After much deliberation, I finally took out a pair of white high heels, took off my shoes and put them on, exulting in my heart. Take a step, alas! Almost fell! Why does mom always go so smoothly? My idea of leaving. After I went there, I had an idea and ran to the toilet. Her mother's lipstick is open and takes the longest time to twist. Look in the mirror, rub hard around her lips, and suddenly "click". What happened? Looking down, I saw a large part of the small lipstick. I quickly shook off the lipstick and wiped your mouth with toilet paper. I didn't want to erase it, but my face broke out. I hurried to wash my face and accidentally tripped over broken high heels. It happened. My mother came back to see me embarrassed, angry and sad in this process, and she was very distressed by her shoes. As you can imagine, I ate "fried meat with bamboo shoots".
In the evening, my mother went into the toilet, and soon there was a loud shout: "My lipstick! Deduct your pocket money for three months! " And I have been hiding in my room.
It's been four years, and it's interesting to think about it.
Writing on the topic of childhood 14 childhood is like a beautiful rainbow, drawing colorful arcs on white paper.
My childhood was happy, with flowers and rivers.
I spent most of my childhood growing vegetables in my grandmother's backyard. There is a family in my backyard, all over the floor, covered with all kinds of beautiful flowers, which is my favorite and the most humble rape flower. It always wears bright green and yellow dresses. Although simple, its heart is extremely beautiful! It's not like roses and peonies. She is just a humble little rape flower, standing quietly in the field. Nobody saw her, but nobody cared about her. Her clothes are simple, but I am intoxicated by the smell she gives off. With the fresh air, her smell will surge and she will be full of vitality, which I think is particularly good.
Grandma's vegetable garden is also a "paradise" in my heart, where there are many scenery besides rape flowers. Behind the garden is a clear stream, with its back to several undulating hills, green and bright. In that stream, I carry a lot of happiness, because when I am happy, I like to fold the boat and let it float and wander on the water. In this stream, occasionally a few small fish and crabs play at the bottom of the river. I will be in a particularly good mood to see them play ball.
There were countless stars in my childhood, and those stars winked at me cutely. As night falls, black covers the earth, the moon rises and the stars come out vividly. I also moved the cane chair, sat on the balcony, had a drink and looked at the stars. One, two, three. There are always countless stars. In the blink of an eye, all the stars changed seats and wouldn't let me "call the roll". I always pout discontentedly: "Hmm! What a nuisance! In my dream, there are stars and the moon shining.
Stars, the moon, rape flowers, streams. I will never forget all this. The moon, short and round, round and short, makes me realize that I have grown up! Although there are moons, stars, rape blossoms and streams, my childhood has passed away.
Childhood is a boat full of joy.
When I was in the second grade, many experiments failed. I suspect that you are stupid. I heard that the fish in the river is delicious, and besides, it makes the magnetic head eat wisely. As the saying goes, the rivers and lakes are full of sweet and sour pears, and everyone knows it. I decided to taste the fish in the river myself.
Why not? Xu Rong and I agreed to go home to catch fish in my river during the Dragon Boat Festival. The Dragon Boat Festival is here, so let's go home and catch fish together. His ex-grandmother in Shuihe made an inside call for free, Xiaoyu.
Xu Rong and I caught a chubby little fish, and we decided to catch it. This small fish is not easy to catch. It swam forward, followed by Xu Rong. Xu Rong reached out and grabbed it. Xiaoyu struggled in Xu Rong's hands. Finally, she broke free. It fell into the water. Mud splashed on both of us, making us look like inflammation of small eyes. Hmm! I can't believe I can't catch you! We hurried to chase Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyu hurried forward, swimming and swimming, and suddenly she couldn't swim. Oh, he will be discouraged, because he can't escape from us! We walked on unhurriedly, but just as we reached for it, it slipped away again. Even you little fish dare to make fun of me, hum! ! I am very angry. At this time, cioffi came up with a coup. He's in front of the obstacle, and I'm at the guard. Xiaoyu was cornered and had to surrender.
Seeing that the small fish are docile, they dance happily. "Pa", this is the foot slipped and fell on the river.
"Ha ha ha" and "Huahuahua" rivers played cheerful songs.
The childhood of the ship is also loaded with more songs and laughter!