『一』 Hello, unforgettable fun stories from childhood in 250 words
Everyone has a childhood, and fun stories from childhood are like the various shells on the beach, accompanied by the sea water The shells are sparkling and exuding colorful brilliance, too numerous to count. And now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand, which is also one of my most unforgettable childhood fun things.
I remember when I was a child, there was an orange tree planted in my yard that was planted with me when I was born. I often used a knife to carve a mark on the trunk and measured my height every day. I looked at the horizontal lines. , I really look forward to growing taller quickly. One day, I suddenly found that I was shorter than the mark. Oh my God! Did I grow upside down? I was so scared that I quickly ran to ask my mother: "Mom, why have I become shorter when other friends have grown taller?" My mother quickly put down the work around her, put me on a chair and asked: "Why is this so? Say it!" I quickly jumped off the chair, took my mother's hand, pulled her into the yard and pointed, "I use a knife to carve my height on the tree every day, but today I came to carve my height on the tree before. It's below the line." I said as I pointed out the two horizontal lines on the tree. After listening to my words, my mother looked at the tree again. After being silent for two minutes, she burst out laughing inexplicably, laughing so hard that she couldn't even straighten up. Come, with tears streaming down my face, I patted my head as I stared at her blankly and said, "Idiot, it's not that you have become shorter, it's that the tree has grown taller. Don't do such stupid things in the future." I suddenly realized that it wasn't I was shorter, but the tree was taller. After that, I happily went to play with the chickens. I really didn’t know what stupid things I would do to the chickens again...
Ha ha! Have fun! My childhood was like this, with a lot of silly and interesting things, such as bathing the snow doll, shaving my eyebrows... It was just so many interesting things and silly things that made up that colorful childhood, a happy childhood, and a nostalgic childhood. Although this paragraph is golden
If you are satisfied, please accept "II" A 250-word essay on childhood gains. From childhood to adulthood, my family has given me meticulous care. Live in the care of your family and grow in the stories of your soul.
When I was a child, I loved listening to stories. The most unforgettable thing for me was a story my grandfather told me when I was 10 years old. At that time, I lived at my grandpa's house. At night, lying on the bed, I said to my grandfather: "Can you tell me a story like before?"
The story began. It is said that once upon a time, there was a hunter who took his children to hunt. They came to a relatively deserted forest nearby. At that time, snowflakes were flying in the sky and the weather was very cold. The father and son quietly found a bush to hide.
After a while, they found a white fox with its leg caught in a trap. Obviously this white fox is still very young, judging from its size, it is still a female fox. When the white fox discovered the father and son hiding in the bushes, it limped vigilantly and trotted back to its nest. The father was very sensitive and only heard a "pop" sound when a bullet hit the white fox's injured leg. The white fox let out a howl and actually bit off its leg. Suddenly the snow turned red. The white fox crawled into its nest with difficulty and lay down on the ground. The father was startled, walked over, opened the body of the white fox, and found two little white foxes sucking milk... From then on, the father never hunted again.
After hearing this, I suddenly realized that there was a bit of sadness in my grandfather's words, as if he was expressing something to me. After a while, I said to my grandpa: "Hunters no longer hunt because they don't want to hurt them anymore, because they should have a warm home." Grandpa stood up slightly and gently pressed the quilt next to me. . This pressure "awakened" me who was intoxicated in the story - in the light, I saw my grandfather's wrinkled face and two thick hands. He was like a white fox full of love, and I was It was the little white fox, lying quietly beside him. Listening to the story made me feel the warmth of family affection, and allowed us to regain the kindness and love in our hearts.
My childhood was spent in stories, and in the stories there was my grandfather’s care and love. Stories give me insight and understanding, happiness and harvest. I grow up in the stories of my soul. "Three" Story summary of "Childhood" 200 words Summary of the story: It tells the story of Gorky's childhood when his father died and his mother remarried, and he lived with the grumpy and increasingly dilapidated grandparents of Xiaoranfang.
Through the innocent eyes of a child, this book vividly shows readers the life of the lower class people in Russian society in the mid-19th century, describing the ugly and ignorant life styles of many small citizens as well as the Russian religion, funeral and other folk customs at that time. These memories of Gorky help us understand the style of that era in Tsarist Russia and understand the social environment of Gorky's childhood, a great literary master. (3) Childhood Story 250 words extended reading "Childhood" is the first of a trilogy of autobiographical novels written by the former Soviet writer Maxim Gorky based on his own experience (the other two parts are "In the World" , "My University"). "Childhood" is a unique autobiography. It does not create a portrait of a protagonist as most autobiographies do. It is more like a long and colorful oil painting, which restores an era and a period of life in a family. During this period of life, many protagonists appeared. Whether beautiful or ugly, they all stand in front of readers at the same time, impacting their hearts. "Childhood" occupies an important position in the history of Russian-Soviet literature and even world literature with its unique artistic form, profound ideological content and unique artistic features, and has incomparable artistic value. Maxim Gorky (1868-1936), the founder of Soviet literature. Gorky's original name was Alexey Maximovich Pishkov. He was born in a carpenter's family on the Volga River. His parents died when he was young, and he lived in the home of his grandfather who ran a small dyeing shop. "Four" Childhood composition 250 words [Childhood composition 250 words] complex
Childhood, made
Hidden in the clear eyes of the rag doll,
thinking in my heart Can I become a beautiful girl? A 250-word essay on childhood.
With a wave of my magic wand,
she flew up to the jade plate to see the palace in the sky.
Childhood,
stayed on the strange-shaped hill on the east hillside.
I always like to bend upward and then upward!
Enjoy the joy of successfully climbing the hill.
Childhood,
Sleeping in that cool swimming pool,
I like to float on the water alone on my back,
Enjoy it That sun bath!
Childhood,
inadvertently,
has passed away quietly,
leaving me looking for it in my infinite reverie, Composition "Childhood Composition 250 Words" for the sixth grade of primary school.
When I was a child, I wanted to shake hands with my good friends again.
Then stride forward,
Keep running towards the field of hope that belongs to me!
(Instructor: Yang Shujuan)
Sixth grade: jingbaobei2001 "Wu" 250 words of interesting childhood stories: childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, happy songs; childhood footprints A bunch of them; a pile of childhood stories. "Does this song remind you of your wonderful childhood life? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as bright as the stars. My childhood was beautiful, and there were many things worth remembering...
As long as I can remember, my aunt’s class has raised two chicks. Whenever I have time, I go to my aunt’s class to see the chicks. I don’t know how long it took, and the two chicks gradually grew up. After a long time, the hen laid the eggs, and the chicks were about to hatch. 21 days later, I heard the cry of chicks. Seeing this and hearing this sound, I felt that the chicks were so pitiful. When the hen and the rooster were not at home, the opportunity finally came to help the chick...
That day, the hen went to find food for the little chick, and the naughty rooster was not at home either. Went out to play. When the aunt was not paying attention, she picked up an egg, held it in her hand and stroked it gently, and said seriously: "Don't be afraid, little chick, you will come to the world in a while." "After that, I no longer hesitated, peeled an egg, and a chick with residual heat and eyes that had not opened was "born". It looked at me and called twice as if to say: "Thank you. You, let me come to this world as soon as possible.
"I was so happy that I peeled off the second one. When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw that I was "bullying" the snake, she gave me a bite, and blood suddenly flowed out. , I went to find my aunt in tears. My aunt didn’t say anything about me, but said in a dumbfounded way: “Little fool, the chicken won’t be born until a certain time! If you deliver babies like this, they will die. "After I heard this, I hurriedly ran to see the chicks. Sure enough, the chicks I had just "delivered" were almost dead, but the ones I had not "delivered" all survived. I regretted it very much, but it was too late... …
Although it has been a long time since this happened, and even though I was still young and ignorant, this incident has always spurred me on and made me move forward bravely and never look back.
Childhood, It is a sea of ??joy. On the shore of memories, there are countless shells, some are gray, reminding people of a sad past; some are bright, reminding people of childhood fun. I am looking for the most beautiful shells on the shore of memories. Ah, I found it...
At that time, I was only six years old, an age where I have a special liking for birthdays. I like birthdays because I get to eat big cakes, and that time, it happened. An interesting thing happened:
After working all morning, I can finally eat the cake I have been waiting for! Look, the cake is big and round, covered with pure white cream and piled on top. It's filled with all kinds of cream flowers, and it seems to be smiling at me. It's so cute! The cake also has "Happy Birthday" written in red jam. Under the candlelight, the cake really makes me salivate! I wanted to eat it.
I finally got it! I took a big bite of the cake, ah, it was so delicious! My sister suddenly smiled, which made me wonder. Looking in the mirror, hey, I rubbed a piece of cream on my nose. I looked like a clown! My sister didn't like cream and was thinking about what to do when she suddenly saw the cream on my nose. As soon as he lit up, he said with a smile, "Sister, come here! "I didn't even think about it, I strode over. My sister asked me to sit down, and she brought me a plate with my favorite cream in it. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I opened my mouth wide." ", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, then my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stretched out my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. I went to the mirror and took a look, ha! Mirror A little cat appeared in it! There were patches of cream all over my face. My face was painted like Peking Opera facial makeup by this "high-end" cosmetics. No, the color of Peking Opera facial makeup is not so single, pure white cream. In the mirror, it looked like a little cat's fur. I licked the cream, so it looked like a greedy cat! I laughed so hard that I suddenly turned into a greedy little cat!
Every interesting thing about childhood is like a colorful shell. These colorful shells hold up my colorful childhood!
When I was young, I was very naughty. I will tell you below! Let me tell you an interesting story from my childhood.
I remember one time when I went home, I saw my father sleeping in bed, and a "bad" suddenly popped into my head. The idea is to draw "facial makeup", of course not on paper, but ----- draw on dad's face. I first find the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully draw on dad's forehead. I made a big "king" character, and then used khaki to draw a bunch of golden stripes around my father's face. In this way, he became a majestic tiger. After finishing the painting, I felt happy for my "masterpiece". I felt sorry that my father's face was painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this. When I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him. With a confused look on my face, I burst out laughing. My dad looked at me inexplicably. When he saw the watercolor paints and water on the floor and looked at my malicious smile, my dad quickly ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found out that I had painted lines on his face, he didn't care about the watercolor paint on his face, so he ran into the house quickly, grabbed me and beat me so hard that I screamed. , although it has been a long time, but I still remember it!
Look how naughty I was when I was young!
There are many interesting things in everyone's childhood, and I am certainly no exception. Let me tell you an interesting thing in my childhood.
It was a hot summer, and I was playing at my grandma’s house. My grandma lived in the countryside and she raised a lot of chickens. One day, my grandma, uncle, and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought to myself, why are they doing this and not taking me with them when they go out. I had nothing to do in the house, so I wanted to go to the chicken coop and see what the chickens were doing. As soon as I entered, I heard a "bang" sound, and a hen laid an egg. It was so fun. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it was hot and wet. This is when an idea popped up. I thought to myself, if chickens can lay eggs, then all the chickens in the henhouse will definitely lay eggs. Why don't you dig out the eggs? When my grandma came back and saw so many eggs, she didn't praise me, so she might even reward me for digging out the eggs! After thinking about it, I didn’t care, so I grabbed a chicken and dug it out. The chicken seemed to know its fate and flapped its wings vigorously, trying to escape. As for me, I held on to the chicken’s claws and watched. Is it that it's great or that I'm great? I took it out for a long time but didn't take it out. What's going on? Why can't I take it out? Is it so difficult that my reward is gone? I didn’t believe it. If I couldn’t take out this one, I had to take out the other one. I threw the chicken away and went to catch other chickens. When those chickens saw me coming, they jumped up and down one by one, just like a mouse seeing a cat. , I ran away, but I didn’t let go and kept catching the chicken. No, I almost turned into a chicken in less than half an hour. I finally caught a chicken, so I picked it out. The chicken I picked out screamed, but I didn't take it out. I caught another one... The chicken I picked out was frothing, and I... Grandma and the others came back, and when they saw my embarrassment, they couldn't help laughing. When I asked why, grandma not only didn't praise me, but also gave me a scolding. Later, I found out that except for the hen in the hen house, the rest of the chickens It's all cock.
This is an interesting thing in my childhood. It is not only fun, but also always warns me: stealing chickens is not a gain, and never do bad things with good intentions.
Childhood is colorful, passionate and lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, but what about the interesting things about childhood?
I am a girl from the north. When I was a child, I loved playing in the ice and snow, having snowball fights and building snowmen. Whenever winter comes, goose-feather-like heavy snow falls from the sky, one after another, in clusters, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking between the sky and the earth, I can only see snowflakes flying, like flower petals blown to the ground, flying one after another; like seven fairies scattering flowers, flying all over the sky. Standing in the snow is like squatting on a cotton gin, only to see countless cotton wadding flowers blowing towards you, covering you with pure white flowers.
When I got up in the morning, the wind had calmed down and the snow had stopped. Opening the door, a white cold light dazzled people. So, my brother, cousin, and I picked up shovels and built a snowman in the yard. He had a white body, a round head, black eyes made of briquettes, and a nose made of cotton, which was still pointing up! My cousin painted the snowman’s mouth with red ink again, grinning, and laughing at us! The younger brother used a piece of red paper to make a beautiful hat for the snowman. The snowman suddenly became more impressive! The snowman was piled up, and there was another big battle. My cousin threw a snowball and attacked me while I wasn't paying attention. Fortunately, he didn't hit it. When I fought back against my cousin, he had been hit by my brother's snowball. The snowball drew a picture on the top of my cousin's head. At this time, the yard was filled with laughter. The cousin was not convinced and picked up the snowball to attack his younger brother. After repeated attacks, the laughter in the yard became even louder.
How interesting childhood is! Fun childhood stories bring me joy, childhood is so good.
Interesting things about childhood
Childhood is colorful, like beautiful shells on the beach; childhood is carefree, like wandering dolls playing around all day long; childhood is innocent and sweet , like clear spring water in a mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, it reminds me of an interesting thing.
I remember that when I was four or five years old, one time, my grandma gave Juju and I each a high-end toffee that made people drool at the sight of it. Greedy Cat" was so happy that she was really elated.
Neither of us wants to eat it. I said: "Shall we eat?" "Okay, let's eat together!" Juju agreed. I was quick with my hands and feet and took it apart in one or two strokes. I took out the candy and stretched my neck to look at Juju's.
When I saw her candy, I became anxious:
"Yours is bigger than mine!"
"Where? Mine is missing a little!"
"Humph, mine melted!"
"Your color is thicker and you have more milk!"
"..."
We fought over each other. There is no result, and everyone feels that they have suffered a loss. But as soon as he said he wanted to switch, he turned around quickly, and no one wanted to do it. We started eating sweets, "1, 2, 3!" We ate it together. Wow! So sweet, so fresh, so fragrant! After eating for a while, I said, "Take it out and see if you are bigger than me!" "Okay!" Juju said, putting the candy on the tip of her tongue like a pug. I also stuck out my tongue like she did, but she said she couldn't see clearly, so I had to put half of the candy on the tip of my tongue, and tried my best to stick my tongue out. At this time, a puppy happened to get under my feet. I couldn't dodge, and the candy on my tongue accidentally fell to the ground. What a coincidence. I rushed forward, and my right foot happened to be facing the candy. Alas. Yeah, what should I do? It was too late, but it was too late. Before I could recover, my foot had already stepped on the "baby". I was really anxious and angry: "You stinky dog, rotten dog, dead dog!" I aimed at the dog's belly and kicked him, and the dog was so frightened that he ran away quickly. I raised my feet and broke off the candy stuck to the soles with my hands. I looked left and right, reluctant to throw them away. "Throw it away. Do you still want to eat it?" Juju said sarcastically to me. My two sugar-covered hands rubbed together involuntarily, and my eyes stared at Juju's mouth, just to let me take a look at the toffee. I kept swallowing my saliva, wishing she would spit out the candy and bite half of it for me to eat. I couldn't watch it anymore, I just felt my nose was sore, and my tears flowed down like broken beads: "Mom, I want to eat...candy...I want to eat...candy..."
< p> Now, Father Time has come and taken childhood away in a hurry. I won't worry about a piece of candy like before, let alone cry. Thanks to Father Time, because he compiled childhood into the purest, truest and most beautiful book and printed it in our hearts. ■Watch for yourself あいうえ 『鲁』 My Childhood 250 words Have you ever heard that childhood has colors? have! The childhood of my grandfather’s generation was black, the childhood of my mother’s generation was red, and my childhood was golden.Grandpa, grandma, grandma and grandpa live in the old black society. The stories they tell us are that they often don’t have enough to eat, don’t have enough clothes to wear, and their lives are difficult. At that time, science was underdeveloped, there was no television, no cartoons, no money to buy a radio at home, no news, and no electric lights. They lit small dim oil lamps at night and listened to their mother telling stories, which was the most important thing in their childhood. fun.
Dad and mom lived in the new red society during their childhood. In that red era, my mother’s name also had the word “red” in it. My grandpa opened the photo album of my mother’s childhood in the kindergarten. I saw the childish photos of my mother and uncle wearing red collar badges, red five-star hats and strange clothes, with red badges on their chests and holding a small red book in their hands. At that time, everyone could sing Dongfanghong's song. Later, they went to elementary school, joined the Young Pioneers, and wore red scarves. So the childhood memories left to them are red.
Why is my childhood golden? Because I was born in 2000 and entered a new era. He has lived a happy life since childhood and grew up innocently and lively. At home, my grandma, grandpa, grandpa, grandma, dad, and mom all love me and call me little princess, because they can buy me whatever I want, eat, play, and wear. Kindergarten teachers teach us to read, write, draw, sing, and play games. In primary school classes we learn Chinese, mathematics, art, and moral character. We learned more. Let us grow vigorously.
In that golden age, my childhood was happier and more enjoyable than that of my grandfather and mother. "Seven": A summary of the childhood story of 500 words, plus an appreciation of about 250 words. quick! quick! quick! Childhood story is about 500 words long, at least write about 250 words. Hurry, hurry, this is live. "Eight" A story about Alyosha in childhood, about 250 words. One day in "Childhood", "I" was recovering from a serious illness, but unfortunately, my father who was looking after "me" got sick and died. "I" followed my mother by boat to live in Nigeria, my grandmother's hometown. The carefree days soon ended. There are deceptions and fights between people.
My maternal grandfather was the leader of the local dye house guild. When "I" followed my mother back, my two uncles were having a family separation. Uncle Yakov's child Sasha instigated "me" to dye the white tablecloth used for the festival blue, causing me to be beaten unconscious by my grandfather. There was a kind-hearted man in my grandfather's house, nicknamed "Little Gypsy". He is knowledgeable and capable, and his grandfather thinks highly of him. When his grandfather hit "me", he often tried his best to block the whip with his arm. Once, two uncles carried a very heavy oak cross with him. He tripped and fell, but his two uncles only wanted to save their own lives and allowed him to be crushed to death. "I" opened my ignorant eyes in shock, staring at the cruelty and darkness of the world, and my little heart was deeply shaken by the many blows. And my grandmother and those like her protected and supported "me". In the gloomy days, only my grandmother is the only warmth for "me". She told "me" stories about God's paradise and ghosts marrying wives, and often recalled to "me" the scenes when "my" parents fell in love and lived together. Once, a fire suddenly broke out at night, and people were at a loss. Regardless of her own safety, my grandmother rushed into the fire and took out the sulfate jar that might explode at any time. She then directed the neighbors who came after hearing the news to put out the fire with her family. Even her grandfather couldn't help but admire her determination and ability. She gave "me" infinite comfort and quietly buried the seeds of truth, goodness and beauty in "my" young heart. "I" went to school for a while, and then my mother passed away. My grandfather, who became increasingly stingy as he got older, refused to raise "me" any more, so "I" went to the human world to "make a living" on my own. "Nine" After reading "Childhood" (about 250 words) After reading "Childhood"
"Childhood" is an autobiographical novel written by the author Gorky based on his own childhood. It exposes the darkness, cruelty and inhumanity of life during the Russian Tsarist period. Gorky has lived in such an environment since he was a child, tortured and humiliated, and suffered tremendous pain both mentally and physically. But Gorky did not lose confidence in life, but came over with strength.
Gorky’s original name was Alexei Maximovich Pishkov, and his nickname was Alyosha. He lost his father when he was young and came to his grandfather's house with his father and grandmother. Everything seems to be just the beginning of the protagonist Alyosha's miserable fate. Grandfather's house is more like a hell on earth than a home. The grandfather is in charge of everything in the family. He has a very bad temper and regards wealth as his life. The protagonist Alyosha is often beaten for making mistakes. The two uncles often quarrel and fight over the separation of the family. The women in the family have no status and are left to their husbands. Beat and scold, vent. All this left a shadow on Alyosha's young mind.
After that, Alyosha left his grandfather’s house and embarked on society alone. He worked as a handyman in many places. During this period, Alyosha was bullied, but he still survived. Because he has been supported by his strong, unyielding and difficult spirit and belief.
But now we are so blessed that we don’t know how to be blessed, and we don’t have to worry about food or clothing. But little Alyosha didn't have enough to eat, didn't have warm clothes, and had to be beaten and bullied. The tragic scenes one after another made me think: What would happen if we lived in the Russian Tsarist period? Do you think that is not a place where people live?
The times are constantly improving, but people are becoming more and more cowardly. When encountering difficulties, they want to retreat, escape or take shortcuts. Turgenev said: "If you want to be happy, you must first learn to bear hardships." A good life must be paid for before it lasts, and only after you strive for it can you get it.