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Childhood memories of the composition 1In this gorgeous, colorful world, I have spent twelve springs and autumns. From a child who was a toothy child, to a young girl who is now able to talk eloquently about life and learning. How many changes have passed in between.
I remember when I was a child, my mother often told me that there are a lot of accidents in life, so people need to know how to improvise. Especially if you are such a 4 or 5 year old brat. You have to know how to ask adults for help, after all, adults have experienced more things than you.
At that time, I was only four years old, I was busy eating ice cream looking at the "tree of wisdom", eating to see the fun, and nodded carelessly. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Another period of time, mom and dad temporarily have something to go out, I threw me to an uncle who happened to come to our house. They didn't go out for long, and the fire alarm bell rang in the neighborhood. I heard it first and remembered what my mom said. I told the uncle. My uncle didn't believe me at first, but at my insistence. My uncle and I had to get ready to go out and meet at the square in the neighborhood. Uncle was about to put on his shoes and take me to run out, I quickly grabbed him, milky voice, said, "Uncle ah, mom said, now this time it is too late to wear shoes. Got to hurry." So my poor uncle was forced to go downstairs without shoes.
I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get down in time, so I hung on to my uncle's neck, who hurriedly said, "Minmin, down. Uncle carry you down." I saw that I didn't react, still hanging on his neck like a frog, so I didn't say anything. (Our family lived on the 6th floor at that time.) My uncle was already a bit fat, and with my weight, I was gasping for breath. On the 1st floor, my uncle asked me if I could come down, and I nodded. A loose hand, the foot touched the ground, a touch the ground, I spread my feet and ran. Only afterward did I realize that it was caused by a child playing with a cigarette butt. When the uncle helplessly told mom and dad, they had to huh a few times, laugh it off.
Later, my mom told me again, "Minmin ah, is to tell you to improvise, not to tell you to die on someone else's neck and not let go." Mom also said a lot, but I do not remember some of the latter, because I was still busy eating ice cream looking at the "Tree of Wisdom" ......
In short, there are a lot of happy memories of childhood. Colorful childhood ah, will always be in the passage of years, in the memory of the glittering. When you have reached twilight to recall the past, I believe that childhood memories are your most yearning and profound.
I remember when I was young
You love to talk about the sky and I love to laugh
There was a time when we sat side by side under the peach tree
The wind was in the top of the forest and the birds were chirping
We somehow fell asleep
Dreams of flowers fall to know how much ......
Essay on Childhood Memories 2If life is a movie, then childhood is the opening scene of the movie. The stream can flow westward, but childhood will never be the same again after it has passed. However, those memories of the past will never disappear into the sky of the mind like windswept clouds. "Click", my memories were fixed in this moment.
It was eight years ago, I was still in kindergarten, squatting alone in the corner of the wall covering the purple like grapes in the small buttocks, eyes still flash from time to time.
It was like this: I was used to living freely at home all day long, and my mom and dad suddenly asked me to go to kindergarten. At first I was curious about the kindergarten, but then, after I arrived at the kindergarten, first met many new friends, but gradually, I was tired of such learning, and began to think of the previous unrestrained life, go to the store to buy some snacks; go to a relative's house with mom and dad; look at the TV ...... So the next day, I stayed in the The next day, I was in bed and did not go to school, my father coaxed me, but I was indifferent to the willfulness. Dad was furious, hit me hard, because my mother went to work, my sister went to school, so my father hit me at all no one to persuade. I was beaten by my dad and cried bitterly, however, the more I didn't go the more I was beaten, which made me even more disgusted with school.
The end result was predictable: I was sent to school by my dad even though my ass was cracked. When I got to school, I sat down on the bench, and my butt was on fire.
Now that my father is gone, this memory has been buried deep in my heart. I want to say to him: "Dad, I have grown up and will never skip school again. I know that you were out of love for me to be so hateful. This is not exactly hit in the child's body, pain in the father's heart?"
Dad please rest assured that I will work hard! Do a useful person to the country, to society!
Pick up the memories, too much is the reality of cruelty.
Those who are chilled by reality, like to compare the past with reality. Always like to reminisce, want to escape reality. Perhaps the daze is in the memories!
In the past, my father was like a servant, very careful to take care of me, take care of me, without a trace of slack, he gave me the best memories of childhood, the best love. I was always very greedy in his side pampering, want to draw all his love and care, always so unsatisfied. Maybe it's a case of "if you don't do it for yourself, you'll be punished by heaven and earth"! Sometimes I would love my father too much and neglect my mother, but now everything has changed. Maybe plans don't always work out! Everything has changed!
Now, my father is looking around for a job, a little bit too bad, a little bit too hard, have a handful of skills but nowhere to play, every day in the fight with my mother. My presence is also very disgusting, every day will be outside, mom alone at home to open the kiosk to earn money. The whole family lived on such a small income. But the father does not care, only quarrel, do not want to method.
I am very puzzled, why everything has become so fast? Before not like this ah?why?why?why?please ask God, you can tell me? Is it that you have to bear this pain when you grow up? No, I don't want to. If that's the case, then I'd rather not grow up. But why can't everything start over again, let me go back to my childhood, back to the happy days, can I?
There is no medicine for regret, some things may be predestined, no matter how you regret it will not be repeated!
Childhood memories of the essay 4
Childhood is a colorful painting, is a song of joy. There is sound, color; there is laughter, there are tears. My childhood is also the same, full of laughter, but also full of childlike childlike flavor.
I remember the summer vacation when I was six years old, there was a funny thing that made me unforgettable. There is a small pond near my home, that summer adults to drain the pond, in our vernacular language is "playing the pond". There were fish in the pond, and after the water was drained, many fish naturally appeared at the bottom of the pond. At this time, the village adults to take the net to take the net, pinch the fork of the pinch fork, have to go down to catch fish, we children also ran to join in the fun. I carefully walked down into the muddy water - oops, the soles of the feet really slippery! But look at the fish not far away, I can not care about the usual "lady" image, high up the pants leg, continue to walk forward. Unexpectedly not a few steps, a stumble, I sat on my butt in the mud. The whole body clothes are stained with mud and water at the bottom of the pond, the whole person feels dirty, slippery and greasy. Alas, I just gave up! I climbed up, left foot a crooked, right foot a slippery finally rushed to the pond water. There were a lot of fish, moving from east to west, sinking and floating, with no head and no brain. I saw a fish, just as I opened my hands, tiptoeing close to it, but who knows, this little fish is very thief, tail flick, swiftly escaped from my sight, and also splashed me all over the muddy water, really pissed me off. I looked elsewhere, but I didn't realize that the other small fish were even more clever, before I turned around, they had already escaped every day. In the end, I had to return home with a muddy, grimy face.
Thinking about the way I looked at that time, will there be good fruit to eat when I get home? As soon as I got home, my mom had a funny look on her face when she saw me, first a shock, then a sinking, almost all the strange expressions were written on her face. Mom chided, "What have you been doing? Still acting like a girl?" I greeted her playfully, "Hey, hey, catching fish!" "What did you catch, look at that, look at that, is this dress the best thing you've got after catching fish?" Mom is not relentless ...... Needless to say, it must be a "stormy" baptism!
Childhood is beautiful and short. To this day, recalling these interesting bits and pieces, is still a different flavor in the heart!
Everyone has a carefree childhood, playing happily. After growing up, childhood left us, sometimes, painfully play, but also incredibly happy.
Yesterday, and mom brother, little nephew Ding Ding big aunt, together to the library, due to go late, did not see how long, on the end of the day. After coming down, the three of us, ran to the square, the middle of the lawn put a hose like, turn around, turn around, watering the grass, mom said, you're going to play with water.
Not long after, my clothes wet a little, there are several friends of the same age to play there, Ding Ding walked not wait for the water to turn around, he ran, his brother a hard to say, I will block the bullets for you guys, the administrator rode the trolley to turn, said something. Another hose turned, I stood there, ready to go back, found my brother behind me, I looked, my own clothes wet, my mother said, I did not hear, the words said after all the wet clothes. Big Aunt to take paper towels, said, wipe your own face, looking at the wet clothes, it looks like I am very embarrassed, I am indeed too crazy.
We were going to play at the bridge in the square, I gambled as if, riding a bike, uphill and downhill. When I came down, I saw Tintin pulling his mom's hand towards the pool. He wanted to cross the steps in the pool, and I took Tintin's hand, one step at a time, and I actually didn't dare.
Ding Ding wanted to measure the depth of the pool, the three together to find a stick, in the measurement of the pool in the bridge, I suddenly found that the lawn has a horse tooth water pipe. Last time, my mother also let me find, I went to my mother, I have not yet opened my mouth to say, she fell to see, and let me go to see, there is no, I ran to the lawn again, there is a large plant.
Soon, my wet clothes dry, tired of playing, big aunt said, go home and I give you to do the egg omelette. After dinner, and go to the small square. Very late, my brother was sleepy, ran to the car to rest, we almost fell asleep before mom and dad left.
Essay on childhood memories 6Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, childhood is like a cup of light tea, let you reminisce; childhood is like a rainbow in the storm; colorful, dazzling; childhood is like the afterglow after the evening sun, so nostalgic; and like the curved path, so that you grow. The wind can not possibly blow away this warm memories; the rain can not possibly cover up this piece of touching melody, only the lovely sunshine will irradiate it, will save it.
Thinking back to that piece of childhood insignificant things to, things although small, but those memories are so feel touched, because of these memories in order to make their own progress, and constantly chasing after the pursuit, so that you can grow up, childhood always call back. Think back to the colorful dreams, think back to the time that YaYa learn language, think back to the time when just learn to walk, the first time to step on the stage, the first time to call out the parents, for the first time, the moment, that a lens, all of a sudden appeared in front of your eyes.
That is an unforgettable memories, can not forget the childhood, the first time to pick up a new bag to go to school that day, finally dry can go to school with other children, for me this is my `historical moment, parents took the camera to take pictures of this happiest and most unforgettable model, which has become the most comforting one of the father and the mother, which has become the most joyful portrait of the family, the unforgettable moment, so beautiful, so sweet, so beautiful, so sweet. This unforgettable moment, so beautiful and sweet, it has always been in my mind. But the beautiful is just the past, in the warm long days, after grinding again and again, the weak self honed to be as hard as steel, the pressure of learning, no one will know, no one will be pitied, in the fall of that leaves fall out of the light, only the dry energy of the bitter, only the loss of joy, which is bitter. The spring of childhood in the blossoming of flowers, with a beautiful dream of childhood, a flash of time.
So far in front of the cruelty of reality will not shed tears, tears are covered by that dark cloud. The tears of childhood are so weak, so petty. Childhood dreams are colorful, like a hundred flowers blossomed beautifully, people recall, let people forget, then there is no worry, there is no worry. Childhood dreams and such as in the night sky, so wide, so quiet, childhood dreams and such as countless stars, they will only blink, will not speak, honest and calm ......... countless stars such as countless dreams, poured into a small head, and from then on I think about countless problems.
Growing up under the blue sky, the dream in the night sky is also like piling up a small castle on the beach, piling up the dream in the blue seashore; childhood is always like to play, and like to sit quietly there, listening to the old man tell that old story, the dream at that time is green; childhood is always like to sit in front of the door of the old house, in the fall of the leaves to appreciate that a piece of leaves wearing gold in the sky flying, the dream at that time is green; childhood is always like to sit in front of the old house, in the fall of the leaves to appreciate that a piece of leaves wearing gold in the sky, the dream is golden. At that time, the dream was golden-colored. Childhood always like to dream, walking in the dream can not find the exit labyrinth, one at a time was locked in the maze, the heart so confused, in real life, stirring me to fight when, at that time that dream is the general color of fire .........
Memories of all things in the world to become quiet, so that people become Relaxed, let a person feel warm, let you recall the distant but not distant dream, let you recall, that rain is the beating melody. When you fall down, a kind of power is watching you, so that you recall the release of paper airplanes under the blue sky, and release you one by one to make you look forward to the dream.
The clock only moves forward, it is impossible to go backwards. Childhood only recall and memories ......
Childhood only memories, dreams only to create, the future only struggle ......
Childhood to be the past, only to recall that little by little, only to accumulate more experience, this road I can only walk farther and wider. Everyone has their own colorful childhood, childhood is the most precious thing in life, it is the beginning of your life, with it that you have a lifetime, we should cherish it.
Dreams often change, dreams are the goal of a person's life, only struggle and hard work, that will, that will become a reality.
Only memories of everything will make you feel good ......
Essay on childhood memories 7Childhood, is the best memories of everyone. Childhood, too short.
I have not yet reached my childhood, or rather, I am experiencing my childhood, or rather, I have already spent my childhood. I don't know when my childhood began, and I don't know when it went so quietly. All I know is that I, like all children in the city, lived a high life and complained daily about its imperfections. In fact, my childhood was just too perfect, so perfect that it seemed imperfect.
My childhood was happy, there is no doubt about it. I felt overwhelmed every time I went out on a field trip, every time I stepped into a KFC store, and every time I took a picture with my parents. However, time has eroded these memories and the only ones that remain in my mind are the bitter ones. Those memories of envy and jealousy. Looking back, I realized that all the memories are not lost, but I was just too extravagant.
Childhood memories are sweet to me. But now that I think of it, what remains in my heart is more than a touch of bitterness. I am happy, I do not have a high-end family so luxurious and delicate, but also not so poor people down and out. Human beings are always dissatisfied the better they live. I am also.
How I would like to go back to my childhood and cherish that time.
I spent my childhood in the countryside, and there are a lot of interesting things that I remember. At that time, the living conditions are not as solid as now, I remember we were teachers basically do not assign homework after school, after school try to help parents do some field work. At that time, I was still enjoying a high level of treatment at home, my parents were young and strong, and were good at farming, and I also had an older brother above me, who was relatively well-behaved and understanding. I didn't have to do all the work at home myself. Sort of a true son of the right. But my parents also gave me a difficult and honorable task, that is, do not go down to the ground to labor, at home to clean the yard and cook. At that time I readily accepted the order, and with a grimace raised his right hand to his parents shouted: "Please do not worry about the leadership I will certainly complete the task. My parents laughed, and my father slapped me lightly on the back of the head and said with a smile, "You're a little troublemaker." I also laughed and ran out to play.
In the countryside, there were not many toys at all, and playing with paper folded into four corners was the main subject of play for boys. At that time, I and my two playmates set up a battlefield at the entrance of my hutong, and we played in the dark, and enjoyed ourselves. It was completely dark at that time. At that time, I saw my parents and my brother returning home from the field. My mother asked me, "Son, have you made dinner? Let's go home and have dinner together, don't play. When I heard this, I realized that I hadn't done any of the tasks my parents had given me. I didn't dare say I hadn't done it, so I said, "You guys go home first. I'll be right back. My parents went home first, and then the two playmates with whom I played four corners also went home for dinner. I saw the street has gradually no one see, I also dare not go home on the street alone to stare. I thought to myself, "What should I do if it's bad? It seems that I can't avoid being beaten this time, so how can I go home if I don't think of a way to do it? I had an idea, the plan came to mind, it seems difficult to escape this disaster without moving help. I ran to my grandma's house, grandma and grandpa were about to eat, I stood there with my head hanging down without saying a word. Grandma laughed and said, "What's the matter with you? I laughed and laughed, pouted and told the whole story. Grandma heard and happy and angry with a hand slap me and said: you this child is really do not call for people to worry about ah? You should also help adults to do some work. This time I help you to get rid of, can not be repeated ah. I am happy to say yes grandmother.
I ate dinner at my grandmother's house, and then she took me and sent me home.
This was my happy childhood!
The time passes very quickly, making us type the word "cherish" from the bottom of our hearts, remembering childhood events middle school excellent essay. Hurriedly come and go; say so fast. The time of childhood. The time of the childhood is said to be so fast. In a graduation examination, we said goodbye to us forever. Recalling, collecting, recalling everything can only be recalled in this way. Farewell, childhood; goodbye, childish ignorance na?ve childishness: greeted, youthful steps; greeted, mature and steady should. Recalling - you. The last childhood time of that part of the time to live happily with happiness. With classmates together hard for their goals; with classmates together through the rugged ups and downs, together towards the road of success. We played together and shared the pain and happiness together. I remember the time when I thought our class was not doing well in English, so the teacher decided that we should stay and study, remembering the childhood things junior high school excellent essay. The teacher decided that we should stay and study, remembering the events of my childhood middle school excellent essay. Some practice questions to my door to do, but also explain to my door why this question should be done in this way, looking at the teacher's hard look, students did not live up to the teacher's efforts. Each are seriously do, concentrate on listening to the teacher's explanation, although six very late first can go home, but the students all feel very happy, and not because of late to go home and did not play to blame the teacher. Because we have grown up, because we know that now learning is the only thing we have to do. Because we know that the teacher so for us to pay a lot of a lot, because we know that we each other to work hard toward their own goals and work hard together to strive 。。。。 The passing of childhood, with the ringing of the middle school bell. Will gradually, gradually away from us; believe in each other once for the struggle of yesterday (childhood) but wish each other once had the picture. Forever owe in each other's heart, forever become each other memories of childhood childhood. Childhood speak can only owe in your heart and mine.
Childhood memories of the essay 10
Time flies, a lot of good memories have slowly faded, I have been to the depths of memory to find them, but they always want to be a naughty little child, east to hide, hide hide hide, and finally caught by me a, but it is my sad memories.
One day, the sky is so stuffy that they can not breathe, the streets are sparsely populated, the owner of the store has slept over, I came to the small store, see his sleep so fragrant, can not bear to wake him up, but my heart seized a bit. I tiptoed in, looking for what to eat, because the hand did not hold steady, a cup of mineral water bottle fell down, the shopkeeper woke up, raised his head, super store to see, think there is no abnormality, continue to sleep over, my conscience can not tolerate it. I walked up to him and said, "Boss, how much are these." The boss looked at me in amazement and asked, "When did you go in, huh, I'm so sloppy, I haven't seen you go in yet!" At this time my heart is very tangled, I want to come out what the truth but for the sake of vanity, I still gagged.
Just as I was walking away, he called out to me and said, "Next time, don't be so careless and drop your mineral water bottle."
I looked back in surprise and said, "Do you ...... know ...... me?" "Oh, children's thoughts adults know best, next time you have any movement, I will continue to pretend to sleep." I felt embarrassed, so I said sorry to him and left.
I had improper ideas from the beginning, the thought that I am not successful here can still go to the next, but I saw the simple boss, my conscience can not pass, I actually want to regret several times, but improper ideas in my mind has taken root, and then it was him, pulled out my ideas, and y planted the fruit tree of goodness, and very quickly rooted, sprouted, and fruit.
It was the saddest day I've ever had, and although I didn't tell my parents, my conscience was y condemned.
This was the saddest day of my life.