In life, work and study, we all inevitably have to come into contact with the essay, right, with the help of the essay can improve our language organization skills. I believe that many friends are very distressed about writing essays, the following is a memory of childhood essay that I have organized for you, only for reference, we come together to take a look at it.
Childhood memories essay 1Childhood, such as a cup of strong coffee, warm people's hearts; childhood, such as a cup of light fragrant tea, let a person have a good memory; childhood, as if the rainbow after the rain, colorful and gorgeous.
I remember when I was in first grade, my mom took me to my grandma's house. Grandma was very happy, rushed to the market, picked a big and round watermelon, gleefully reported back, the watermelon hit a few pieces, I ate with gusto, not paying attention, a watermelon seeds drilled into my stomach. I panicked and thought: what if the watermelon seed in the little stomach sprouted, took root, blossomed, melon, what can be done? I thought, "What if the watermelon seeds sprouted, took root, blossomed and produced a melon in my tummy? I had an idea, watermelon seeds need water to be able to germinate, if I do not drink water, watermelon seeds will not die of thirst? I smiled smugly as I made a fool of myself. "Xiaohui, you've just finished eating watermelon, drink some water to rinse your mouth." Mom said.6 As soon as I heard that, I shouted, "Holy shit, no, you're trying to kill me!" When mom heard this, she couldn't understand what was going on, and even my grandma was confused.
I told the whole story, grandma laughed and said, "You silly girl, watermelon seeds have to be buried in the soil to germinate. How can they germinate in the stomach? Besides, if you don't drink water, you will die of thirst." I listened to my grandmother's words, giggled.
This incident was a long time in the past, I still think back on it, but also secretly happy, that never return to the childhood ah, it is worth recalling.
Childhood memories essay 2
Childhood is a camera, captured our running figure, childhood or a notebook, recorded our laughter.
When I was five years old, one early morning, I just woke up, I saw my mom painting a "strange shape" thing. Sharp beveled shape, the shell is a carrot shape, painted on the mouth of the color of the special red bright, I was very curious at first, do not know what it is? So I asked my mom, "What is it? Mom didn't say too much and just said it was lipstick. I thought it was very pretty! I asked my mom if I could draw on it, but she said gently, "It's for make-up, not for you to draw on. After that she put the lipstick in her bag and went to have breakfast, but I still wanted to take the lipstick and draw. So I went into my mom's room gently, took the lipstick from her bag, and I went back to my room gently, closing the door behind me. I stood in front of the mirror to imitate my mother's appearance, painted on the mouth, painted, I feel too monotonous, so I again on the face, nose ...... all painted with lipstick. I also took out a large white paper, with lipstick in the above painting, I am painting well, suddenly, lipstick broken, ah, this can do ah! I frowned tightly, I was anxious face red, back and forth in the room, the beads of sweat straight down, the square has been messed up, I do not know what to do: finished, if my mother knows that I broke her precious lipstick, will be hard to beat me, I should have known that I will listen to my mother's words. My heart especially regret!
I have the courage to secretly put the lipstick back to the mother's bag, the next day when the mother make-up, but finally was found, by her hard to "repair" a meal, alas, I really regret! I was not only not praised for my painting, but was scolded by my mother!
Alas, childhood ...... is not always happy ah!
Childhood memories essay 3In the depths of childhood memories, there is a funny thing that makes people laugh off their teeth, I still think of it are particularly funny, haha ......
In a weekend, we went to the countryside relatives drag rice. The adults were smoking a "smoking stick" and talking about the world. I watched from the sidelines and thought to myself, "Why is it that wherever the adults go, they are surrounded by smoke, just like the fairy world in Journey to the West? Forget it, I don't care! I don't care anyway. A smoke, called on a few partners to play to go.
I and the rural children sitting on the bed to play, play is happy, we do not notice, there are a few "vampire" mosquitoes have stared at us. Soon, our head, arms, legs have appeared a few big red bags, itchy. We scratched here and there, how can we play in peace? I thought to myself: what's the solution? Aha! I had an idea and said to my friends, "You've seen grown-ups drinking, haven't you? When they drink, they get drunk after a few cups. If we drink, mosquitoes bite, then it is not drunk? This can both play and catch mosquitoes, really two birds with one stone!" Friends listen to me seem quite reasonable, can not help but clap their hands. Then do so!
We began to rummage around and soon found a bottle of white wine. Everyone took a sip, and I drank the most. Not long after, I felt my cheeks burning and dizzy, and the others felt the same way and asked me what was wrong. I said calmly, "It's the wine kicking in, the mosquitoes are no longer afraid to bite us." But I don't know when, we all went to sleep.
When I woke up, mom and dad pretended to be puzzled and asked: "What are you drinking for!" I still stupidly said: "Drunk mosquitoes ah!" Mom and Dad finally couldn't help it, laughed out loud and said, "Mosquitoes didn't 'drunk' into, but in turn, they got themselves drunk! What a silly child!"
When I think of this embarrassing incident, I want to laugh.
When I think of this embarrassing incident, I want to laugh!
The memories of childhood are as numerous as the stars in the sky and the flowers on the ground. But the stars in the sky always have the brightest one, the flowers always have the most graceful one. The "chicken coop incident" I will always remember in my heart.
I remember that incident is not very clear, is later on a New Year's Eve, we talked about this past incident inadvertently mentioned, I just remembered. I remember things are like this: I was in the kindergarten class of the summer vacation, I went with my cousin to GuaTaiShan home for the summer vacation. Everything in the countryside was new to me as a city child, a moment to catch butterflies, a moment to catch chickens, we had a lot of fun in those days. However, the most strange thing to me was the "little house" that grandma didn't let us touch. My cousin and I were itching to get out of the house, so we planned to play in the house while the adults were napping.
The plan went very well, we managed to get to the door, windows, and the roof of the beautiful little house, but the smell is a little stinky. I let my brother go in first to try to feel comfortable, he just went in, my dad came out from the backyard, I rushed to pull him into the room to play with me, let my brother do not move, so that he did not find out our plan.
It was hot and I was tired, and as soon as I got into the room I sat down on a chair and dozed off in the cool of the house in no time, falling asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. I want to go out to the bathroom, I went out and saw my brother sitting in the "house" waiting for me, when I saw his big eyes full of sincerity and trust, I can no longer hold back, "giggling" out of laughter, and hurriedly let him out.
Later, I realized that it was an old chicken coop, and I had to admire my brother's patience to stay in the stinking chicken coop for hours!
I will always remember this incident.
Childhood Memories Essay 5My childhood memories are like a wide ocean with a unique drop of . The water droplet, how translucent it was, how luminous it was, was fresh in my mind.
This is a story that happened on a summer evening last year.
That night, I quietly walked toward my parents' room to hear if there was any movement. Then I tiptoed to my own bedroom, and then, carefully closing the door, quickly jumped into bed, covered the quilt, picked up the flashlight, and guess what I had to do? Ahh! Guess right, I'm going to get ready to read a book! I've been reading for about ten minutes and I can't hold my breath any longer, so I lift the covers a little bit to catch my breath and listen for any movement on my mom's side. If there is a movement over there, I immediately pretend to be asleep and put on an act to show my mom that I am asleep. As I read, I heard the crickets singing happily, and gradually I fell asleep. I vaguely remember I had a dream of a big sofa, I saw myself lying comfortably on the sofa reading a book, cozy.
"Jingle bells," "Jingle bells," a shrill bell woke me up. As soon as I opened my eyes I saw the book next to me, so I turned the pages. I can't help but think of last night's dream, I wish one day I could lie on the sofa and read all the books comfortably.
Childhood Memories Essay 6Light is like an arrow, and the sun and moon are like a shuttle. Time passes so quickly! As if in a flash, I bid farewell to my childhood. Each of us has a wonderful and unforgettable childhood experience, those wonderful memories of childhood, always lingering in my mind. Leave the smile behind and take the sadness away!
Childhood, it is possible to be happy, it may be sad, but it is ultimately a memory. Childhood, can not be smooth sailing, there are always some bumps in the road, some sad past. We should forget these sad things. See it as a normal episode in life, do not be sad, do not look back. Childhood is innocent. I like childhood, like my innocent childhood. Because, childhood is full of happy heaven and earth time and space!
At dusk, the sun slowly falls down the mountain. There is only a golden afterglow left in the west, and the orange evening sun, as if God's cozy smile. I came to a green field for a walk, the sun's afterglow sprinkled all over the earth, everything turned golden yellow, so did I.
In the pale sky, a set of images suddenly appeared - an experience from my childhood. One day, the weather was very hot, I looked at the kitten "Pippi" is listless lying on the ground. It must be hot! I thought. So I picked up the kitten and offered it "service". "Mee" - "oooh" - "oooh" - -My hands are bleeding from the kitten's scratches, "I am helping the kitten to take a bath! Why is it still gracing me with its claws?" I said while crying.
A flash in front of my eyes, the picture disappeared. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it! I want to go back to the childhood full of joy ah! The childhood memories are so wonderful, but the time of childhood has passed! I have moved into another stage of life.
Memories of Childhood 7
Memories are like a garden, they need a gardener to take care of them, and those flowers will be fragrant at all times.
For a long time in my childhood, I lived in my grandmother's house. In the morning, there is no car siren, no factory heavy metal collision sound. There is only the early morning cockcrow, there is only the fresh free air, and the blue sky like a wash.
There are many things to do during the day.
Hide-and-seek is never missing. Inside the tiled houses of every house we left our footprints. Hiding behind the red door of one house, burying our heads behind the water tank of another, or concealing ourselves by the stove of another, usually betrayed by our brightly colored clothes or exposed heads.
Come to the creek, the creek is clear and transparent, as if it has been washed, reflecting the color of the blue sky, sometimes, the creek will swim through a few ducks, hemp gray body leisurely in the water "with the waves", tired on the steps, a wiggle, it is very comical, do not care about squatting on the bank pointing at us.
We will also fold a reed, swinging in the air, reed flakes have fallen, we are jumping, happily shouting: "snow, snow -". I'm afraid that this call will also attract uninvited guests - the big yellow dog, it saw us desperately chasing, we have no life to run, ran to the yard, closed the iron gate, let it outside the door vicious barking, after a while, it will be their own funeral away, and we laughed in the iron gate.
Spend a few coins, buy a bottle of soap and water, blowing all over the yard, the partners are off to beat, jumping to catch the colorful bubbles.
The sun is gradually westward, time flies, the family shouted to eat dinner, we were separated, respectively, not forgetting to say: "play again tomorrow!"
Such a time is as beautiful as flowers, but it will always bloom in the depths of memory.
The first time I saw a child was when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl.
I started learning to swim in third grade. Walked to the pool, look at the depth of the pool, wow, full of 1. 3 meters it, the water will not be over the head? I was scared, all kinds of fear fell into the pool. I was terrified, all kinds of fear fell into the apprehensive heart.
In the face of my dad's urging, I had to carefully put my legs down, and then slowly move my body into the cold water. I just went down and couldn't help but shiver a few times. Water just to my neck, this time, I am completely at ease, complacent, feet slipped, completely unprepared for me, my head violently into the water, drank a number of mouths of water, eyes also into the water, and pain and acid, how can not open to.
I was scared straight cold sweat, hurt, back already can not distinguish which is water, which is sweat. I really want to give up, look at the audience sitting in the seat of the mother, hope she can agree to give up. She seems to read my mind, with encouraging eyes looking at me, as if to say to me she often say a sentence: "children, do not experience the wind and rain, which can see the rainbow! A person who wants to be successful must go through bumps in the road." My heart's determination is even greater, holding my breath, put my head into the water, my feet stomped hard outward, my hands rowed outward at the same time, ah, I advanced! My mom wanted to applaud me, and my dad said to me, "You're great!" Many beginners cast envious glances at me.
A few months of learning, training, I do not know how much water I drank, ate a lot of sour nose, I persevered and learned to swim. Today, can already swim 100 meters. I have a deeper understanding of the phrase "not through the wind and rain, which can see the rainbow!" This sentence has a deeper insight.
Yes, "there is nothing difficult in the world, only fear of the person who has the heart." In fact, do anything as long as the courage to go forward, learn to overcome all kinds of bumps and difficulties, will certainly be successful!
Nowadays, with the rise of grades, more and more homework, more and more pressure, and the weekend there are tutorials waiting for you, busy, I can not help but think of my childhood.
So, I rummaged through the box, finally in a dim corner, found what I wanted. It was a yellowed photo album filled with memories of my childhood.
Turning the first page, it was a picture of me before I started kindergarten. I was living in my grandmother's house, and at that time I was the happiest and freest. I and a little friend, playing madly in the whole village, by the brook, under the big tree, by the haystack ...... all have our footprints. One of the pictures that attracted me was of two boys, smashing something into a tree with a rock. I recognized the tree is a loquat tree in front of my grandmother's house, at that time, it is loquat ripe time, my friend and I are holding a stone, attempting to smash down the loquat to eat it!
Continue to turn over the photo, the next appeared is my kindergarten photos, this time I left my grandmother's home back to their own home, although no longer run around the village, but my parents will still take me to travel around, enjoy playing.
This is a picture of me and my classmates high-fiving each other when we finished first in basketball at the sports meet.
Slowly, the album finished, I closed the album, remembered that now I am accompanied by most of the books and homework, there is no time to play as carefree as before. I walked to the windowsill, to the dark sky, really want to shout: freedom, where have you gone?
Childhood memories essay 10Childhood is the beginning of life, like a trickle of water, gave me a happy irrigation; childhood is the origin of joy, it uses that magic pen to write wonderful music for us.
Most people's childhood is as time flashes, is in play, will be the passage of time. We like to do what we do, this is the happy, comfortable childhood. And Gorky is happy with books, in the childhood period is spent in the smell of books.
I, like most children, like to play, which is the nature of children. But I have never seen a mouse candy ball. Today, coinciding with a great opportunity to open my eyes to this lost craft.
Mouse candy ball, as the name suggests, looks like a mouse, have a tail. This intangible cultural heritage, the heirs are few and far between. It was not easy for us to invite Master Chu to give us a live performance. A long and a short wooden stick, a pull, a pull, a roll. Repeat these actions. The color changes from dark to light, but what is it for? We were puzzled, a moment actually puzzled. Chu masters and our hearts and minds, see the doubt in our hearts. Explained to us: "The more times you roll it, it's to make the mouse candy ball not stick to your teeth, so it will taste better." So that's how it is! Our doubts in our hearts finally saw the light.
After making the candy, in order to make the candy not sticky. Master Chu sprinkled some powder on the table. Flatten the sugar, and then put the bean paste on the sugar. And stick up, forming the shape of a dumpling, and then slowly rolled round, become a little thinner, with a thumb pull, it becomes a mouse sugar ball.
Mouse candy ball, let me see my childhood again, found the freedom, but also become my memory of the dots and dashes.
Childhood memories essay 11
Childhood is short and long. At the same time, childhood is a kaleidoscope, there are a lot of interesting and silly things in childhood, these things are the mistakes we make because we don't know any better. These things often make us laugh, but also make us unforgettable. I have such an unforgettable silly things.
That day, I found that the goldfish in the goldfish tank some sticky things on the body, looks very dirty, my mind suddenly came up with an idea: to give the goldfish a bath. I hurriedly brought the fishing net and fished out the goldfish, which was jumping around in the net. I just wanted to grab it with my hand, but the goldfish was like oil on the soles of its feet and ran away like smoke. I picked him up again with the net and tried to catch him, but he escaped again. I repeated this action many times before I caught him. When I finally finished scrubbing, I looked at the goldfish and saw that it was much cleaner than before. I was so proud of myself that I put it back into the fish tank. But I found the goldfish swimming diagonally in the water and wondered what it was doing. After a while, it hung up with its belly facing upwards. I was extremely sad and asked my mom for advice, only to realize that the mucus on the goldfish was not dirty, but was used to protect itself by reducing the friction generated when it swam in the water. Because of my torture, it couldn't hold out and died. I did something bad with good intentions.
There are many, many silly things and interesting things in childhood, so many that we can not count, but childhood is short, will soon come to an end, these mistakes made because of our ignorance, but will always remain in the heart.
Childhood memories essay 12Hoo - hoo, the wind began to make trouble again, it tried to break through the house, but the house is stable as a mountain. It tickled the grandpa tree and blew down the golden leaves on the grandpa tree.
The golden leaves blown down by the wind fell to the ground one after another. When you look at it, wow! A golden yellow, like the earth laid a golden carpet. Under the sunlight, those leaves are even more glittering. The students happily walked through the woods, laughing, joking, talking, playing, picking up the play is really not happy. You see, I picked up a maple leaf! I picked up a maple leaf! A student shouted happily. Another student said: I picked up an unusual peach heart leaf! Such scenes form a happy picture of winter and fall. We all carefully selected the leaves we had picked and arranged them into a nice pattern. Some students made a big ship, ready to travel to the United States with this ship; some students made a bird's nest, hoping that the birds can lay many eggs; some students made an underwater world, in which there are countless kinds of happy fish swimming around; and some made a house, ready to live in it! Our team, on the other hand, pondered hard and finally came up with an idea. We set up a family of bears, a father bear, a mother bear, and a son bear, who were playing happily in the garden, with butterflies dancing in the air and birds accompanying the butterflies in the trees, so happy! Teacher Liu was also excited to take pictures for us, so that we could remember this wonderful time, this unforgettable winter. The mischievous wind blew away all kinds of beautiful patterns we set up, although it disappeared, but those beautiful patterns have remained in our tender heart forever.
Let us keep this wonderful time; let us keep this unforgettable childhood; let us keep this wonderful memory! Until forever.
Childhood memories essay 13The first toy of my childhood was a rag doll. As a child, every night when I went to bed, I had to hold it to sleep, not 15 minutes, I can sleep quietly. Although now do not use the doll can fall asleep on their own, but that has been with me the doll has been "whole" tattered, so my mother threw it away.
The happiest part of my childhood was traveling. Until today, I still remember what places I have been to play! I can list them all: kindergarten - Zeya; first grade - Beijing; second grade - Huangshan, Shaoxing; third grade - -Xiamen; fourth grade - Jinhua ...... All in all, what impressed me the most was playing in Xiamen's Fantasia playground.
Playing with the big pendulum is the most exciting. When the big hammer struggled to swing up and down, mom screamed and shouted to come down, because she was too scared. In fact, I would like to see my mom screaming for help again, it's kind of funny! Unfortunately, my mom will not play the next project, I am more courageous than my mom. Next is my play rapids, of course, also very exciting. Clothes wet, but also happy. Unconsciously, the day gradually dark, but also reluctant to leave.
Thinking back to childhood, there is laughter, there is the sound of play, but also the company of mom, I am a happy child.
Memories of childhood essay 14As Grandma Bing Xin said: "Childhood ah! It is the truth in the dream, it is the dream in the truth, it is the smile with tears in the memory!"
In my wonderful childhood, there is one thing, the mention of which I can not help but want to laugh One day last summer vacation, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house to play, just arrived at my grandmother's house, my cousin ran over to me and said: "Cousin come and see ah! The old sow has given birth." I heard the head to run to the backyard, very want to see exactly.
As soon as I got to the backyard, I saw the old sow lying on her side, and a row of piglets beside her with their nipples, happily eating, lovely! I looked and there was a little flower pig, which was extraordinarily lively. Her snow-white fur was evenly dotted with brown spots, like a small leopard. I was y attracted by this simple and lovely piglet, so I quietly slipped into the pig pen, gently picked up the little flower pig and stroked it with my hand. Who knows this can be a big trouble, the old sow "hoo" a rise, eyes staring straight at me, I was scared, run away. Sow in the back of the poor pursuit, mom let me quickly put down the piglet, which avoided a "disaster".
Ha ha! I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this! My childhood is like this, silly things a basket of interesting things. It is also so many interesting things, silly things composed of that colorful childhood, joyful childhood, fond of childhood. I believe that childhood fun will become the most beautiful memories of my life.
Childhood memories essay 15
Childhood time is the most innocent, that is a time full of good times, it is gone forever, to move notes down.
When I was a child, my grandparents have not moved, there is a lovely little yard, where my grandfather planted flowers and plants and "orange tree" (in fact, it is the fruit looks like oranges, I do not know whether it is not a tree), there is a grandmother to wash clothes with a small bench, next door to the yard, there is also a neighbor's small fishpond, and that's the world full of happiness for me. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
At that time, I was still small, there was no homework, after writing the words that my grandfather taught me, I ran to the small courtyard to watch my grandmother wash clothes, and chat with my grandmother, and sometimes my grandmother even taught me to wash it, "When you grow up, you have to wash your own clothes, and you can't always let your mother wash them." Once, I saw my grandmother put a lot of black clothes on one side, and only wash light-colored clothes, then asked my grandmother if she was washing down, my grandmother smiled and said, "Black clothes can not be washed with white clothes, it will be strung color ......."
Once, while my grandparents were not attention, I will eat the cherries left behind cherry seeds secretly buried in the soil, watering some water to see if you can germinate, of course, is a failure, but I still feel the fun, happy.
Boredom, will go to the small yard to sit, holding an orange in hand, while tasting, while watching those birds flying in line, really now enjoy the fun, sometimes look into the God, eyes can not come back to God, until you hear the grandpa and grandma's call.
Remember the orange tree that I just wrote about? That's what I called it when I was a child, until now I don't know its real name, and its fruit is golden and golden, oval, quite small, and olive about the same size, once, I secretly tasted it, oh, sour, I ...... I still don't eat it.
Grandparents' yard is full of my childhood laughter, filled with memories of my childhood innocence and happiness.