Childhood is a fragrant flower, a colorful treasure box filled with little secrets. There are endless memories of childhood. Do you know what compositions are written about recalling the past? The following is a "350-word essay on selected childhood memories of primary school students" that I compiled for everyone. It is for reference only. I hope it can be used as a reference for you! Selected 350-word essay on childhood memories of primary school students (Part 1)
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?Good memories of childhood
?When I was a child, I was a very naughty child. In the summer, when I was fanning myself, I suddenly had the idea to throw the fan up and catch it again. After throwing it a few times, I tried harder. There is a place on the very high wall of our house where we can put things, but no one can reach it, so there is nothing there all year round, and it is full of spider webs. I accidentally threw the fan on it. Hey, I can’t get enough. I just had to put it out there.
?Now that I have grown up, I still look at that fan as before. Today, I had another sudden idea, picked up the mobile phone holder that my father had just bought, and took off the fan. "Great!" I screamed and rushed into the bathroom to make the dusty fan more beautiful. "My fan is back!" I said happily.
After finishing the homework assigned to me by my mother, I held my fan and admired it. I seemed to see my childhood self through the fan, and saw me nestled in my mother's arms.
?Now, the fan has become the most precious memory of my childhood. So I just called it "baby". "Baby" brings back memories of my childhood and makes me live happily here. A 350-word essay on childhood memories of primary school students (Part 2)
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? "A moment of coolness brings happiness to the whole life; hold hands with charity and walk with me." Whenever I walk in the summer When walking along the tree-shaded path, I often recall that touching and unforgettable scene.
?I remember it was a noon in the summer. I was only seven or eight years old. The sun was baking the earth red. When I looked up, I saw that the surroundings seemed to be covered with red blankets. I was under the shade of a tree. I was walking tiredly, and suddenly a large group of people appeared in front of me. Just when I was about to squeeze forward to see what was going on, a big sister called me to the side and said with a smile: "We are giving Let’s bring some coolness to everyone. It’s hot in the summer. We’ll give free herbal tea to passers-by. By the way, I’ll give you a cup.” As soon as he finished speaking, the elder sister handed over a cup of herbal tea. "Kid, you're welcome, drink it!" So I quickly took the tea, thanked me, drank it all, and felt so refreshed. After drinking tea, I thought that these big brothers and sisters were strangers to passers-by, but their eyes revealed tenderness and enthusiasm. Thinking, thinking, my eyes couldn't help but moisten, tears rolled inside, and a few tears fell involuntarily.
?Yes, those big brothers and sisters are simple and gorgeous. Although they are not outstanding in appearance, they have kind and noble hearts. We should learn from them and learn from them. Enthusiasm, learn from their selfless dedication and silent dedication. As the saying goes, if you give a rose to someone, the fragrance will remain in your hand. As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world. A 350-word essay on childhood memories of primary school students (Part 3)
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? Opening my growth photo album, there are many beautiful memories. The most dazzling photo is of me singing with a microphone, and there are several children dancing behind me.
? That was a group photo I took during the artistic performance at the graduation ceremony of the kindergarten class. I remember that Teacher Ma liked me very much and chose me to lead the chorus and dance with several children behind the moonlight in the lotus pond.
? Recalling Teacher Ma, I have never forgotten her. She was so amiable and took care of us like a mother. She would add food and rice to us during our meals. During nap time, she would sit there to watch us and cover us with quilts. , when he got up, she took the initiative to help him who didn't know how to dress. She is a beloved teacher who teaches us singing, dancing, and painting. She plays games with us, has fun and laughs with us—she never loses her temper.
? I remember that day when I performed, my parents, grandparents, and grandparents all came to see my performance. I wore very beautiful makeup that day and sang very well. The performance was very successful and I was praised by Teacher Ma. .
The family members were also laughing from ear to ear.
? I stared at this photo with endless beautiful memories and immense joy in my heart.
?Third grade: Zhang Jiacheng’s 350-word essay on childhood memories of selected primary school students (Part 4)
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?Everyone has a childhood, and childhood Interesting stories are just like the various shells on the beach, which sparkle in the company of the sea water and exude colorful brilliance. They are countless. And now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand, which is also one of my most unforgettable childhood fun things.
?It was a morning when I was five years old. It was a world of ice and snow outside, and Grandpa Dong covered the earth with a quilt. Wrapped in silver and painted in pink. I was still in the country at that time, so the snow was falling heavily, about three centimeters thick. I touched it with my little hand, and the cold made my hand turn red. The older children are building snowmen and having snowball fights. Winter is really a world for children. Some people are making snowmen and some are having snowball fights. They are having a lot of fun. My sister is building a snowman, which is just a big snowball! The head and body are like an egg. My sister found a few wooden sticks to make hands and nose respectively, and used stones to make mouth and eyes. But some naughty children threw dirty mud at the snowman. My sister immediately chased after me, and all those children ran away. I had to help my sister look after the snowman. I suddenly thought that if I helped my sister clean the snowman, she would definitely praise me. I brought a bucket of hot water from the kitchen and bathed the snowman one by one. The snowman lost weight in circles. Finally I washed the snowman clean. Seeing that there was so much water left, I poured the remaining water on the snowman, leaving only a puddle of water and wooden sticks on the ground. My sister just came back. She saw where the snowman was and understood. My sister chased me, and I was still confused: I helped your snowman bathe, why did you hit me?
? Haha! Interesting! My childhood was like this, full of silly and interesting things. Bathing a snow doll and shaving eyebrows are just so many fun and silly things that make up that colorful childhood, a happy childhood, and a nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am no longer so stupid. I believe that the interesting things in childhood will become the most beautiful memories in my life. A 350-word essay on childhood memories of primary school students (Part 5)
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?On the morning of July 28, when I was six years old, my parents went shopping. My brother is at home.
?After my brother and I finished the homework given by my mother, my brother insisted on watching TV. If he was not allowed to watch, he would cry endlessly. I could only listen to his words and turn on the TV and keep playing. , "Journey to the West" was broadcast all of a sudden. Just acted. I said, "Mom likes to watch "Journey to the West" the most. Let's turn off the TV and watch it again when mom comes back, okay?" My brother quickly said, "Okay! Okay!" while applauding. My younger brother asked again: "Then what are we playing?" He stopped me in his tracks. I said, "Well... just play hide-and-seek or snakes and ladders, okay?" My brother said, "Absolutely not! It's too difficult." I said, "Then let's play with building blocks." My brother said, "Great! I I like playing with building blocks the most.”
?We played with building blocks for an hour. Mom and dad are finally back. The younger brother immediately ran to his mother and said: "We have a surprise for you!" My mother asked doubtfully: "What surprise can you give me? Are you lying to me?" I said: "Journey to the West"! Mom is more confused? My brother immediately turned on the TV and found that "Green Space" was playing. I asked in confusion: "It's obviously "Journey to the West", why is it gone?" At this time, my mother and father laughed heartily and said, "You can't keep the programs on TV." My brother and I cried. Don't know what's wrong. My mother said: "The TV programs are all arranged by the director, and they are performed one after another." My mother patiently explained the reason to us, and we couldn't help but burst into laughter.
?Now that I am 11 years old, whenever I think back to that incident, I find it really funny! A 350-word essay on childhood memories of primary school students (Part 6)
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?Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms the heart; childhood is like a rainbow after a storm, a long song The blue sky; childhood is like the afterglow after sunset. The wind cannot blow away these warm memories, and the rain cannot drown these touching melodies. Only the lovely sunshine can shine on them and preserve them...
?Remember in When I was five years old, I played with my good friend Yu Duoduo.
After a while, we both got tired of playing, so we started chewing bubble gum. We were attracted by the wonderful TV show and couldn't help laughing. Accidentally, a piece of bubble gum "kissed" the remote control tightly, like an inseparable couple hugging each other. This is bad. The remote control is sticky in my hand. If my mother finds out, she will definitely criticize me severely. I took off the top layer of bubble gum first, but the bottom layer of bubble gum was stuck to the remote control and couldn't be removed. Yu Duoduo and I tried our best, but we still couldn't get the bubble gum off the remote control. So, we made a bold decision: took out the two AA batteries and "bathed" the remote control. We believed that the bubble gum would definitely fall off.
? Just do it. The two of us filled a basin of water first and took out the battery from the remote control. I took another small brush. After the preparations were done, I couldn't wait to throw the remote control into the water and brush it vigorously. After a while, I brushed off the stubborn bubble gum. I was very happy, but after installing the battery, I found that the remote control did not work. My mother was happy when she understood the ins and outs of the matter. Not only did she not blame me, she also told me that household appliances cannot be washed with water. It seems I did something stupid!
?Childhood is gone forever, only memories remain in my heart forever. Everything about childhood memories makes me feel good. A 350-word essay on childhood memories of primary school students (Part 7)
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?The six years of primary school life passed quietly like running water, but it left an eternal trace in my heart. The long mark of destruction.
?In the past six years, I have experienced so many ups and downs. Is it sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, colorful, or has all five flavors, or... . . . . . I can't even describe it myself. . . . . . All in all, it is endlessly memorable.
?I remember a time in summer when the sun was shining, cloudless and the breeze was gentle. It was a rare good weather. My father and I held fishing rods and ran down the street at lightning speed. When we came to Xinyi Middle School, we saw several uncles striding towards us from a distance. They were the uncles who were walking with us. They seemed to be impatient. We hailed a taxi and rushed to Chengji Fishing Ground.
? Along the way, I looked left and right. After waiting for forty minutes, the car stopped by a fish pond. I hurried in and jumped out of the car, tied the hook, inserted the buoy, and loaded the bait. . . . . . Then, he stood up and put it into the water, waiting for the fish army to attack. After a long hour of waiting, instead of fish, I got a shrimp, which made me dumbfounded. I was so frustrated that I abandoned the first front and entered the more intense second line. I gently shook the fishing rod to lure the fish. After 20 seconds, the buoy began to report to me. I held my breath and stared at the buoy with my bright eyes, waiting for its violent explosion in the day. The fish bit very slowly, as if it was restrained, but the more it ate, the more energetic it became. Finally, I was so angry that I almost jumped out of the water. I took this opportunity and lifted the fishing rod. A fish appeared in front of me. A smile spread on my face. I took the fish out and put it in the fishing net... A 350-word essay on childhood memories of primary school students (Part 8)
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?I had a wonderful childhood. My childhood life was extremely happy and joyful. In my lost childhood, there were joys, sorrows, successes, and failures, all of which I will never forget.
?At that time, I was sometimes well-behaved and sometimes naughty, playing around and playing naughtyly. Sometimes it moves this, sometimes it moves that. After a while, she burst into tears and her face turned as red as a red apple. For a while, I laughed out loud and burst into laughter. In my childhood, I was an ignorant child who did not know the beauty of the world and the joys, sorrows and joys of the world.
?During the day, I played everywhere. On the earth, the big tree smiles kindly, its branches and leaves are lush. The stream gurgled and the sound of "ding dong ding dong" was beautiful. The river water is like a mirror, clear and bright. I didn't know there were reflections in the river, but I knew that the person in the river was exactly the same as me. He frowned when he was angry and made faces when he was happy. It felt very funny.
?When night falls, the stars in the sky blink, and the moon looks like a big disk in the sky. The night sky is so beautiful and the night is so peaceful.
The beauty of the moon and stars intoxicated me, and I slowly and unconsciously fell asleep.
?On a new day, the sun shines the first ray of light on the earth, and everything slowly wakes up in this sunny morning, full of vitality. Naughty, I ran towards the creek quickly like an arrow leaving the string. In the creek, there were small and round "colorful stones", small fish swimming around, croaking frogs, and many other things. Unnamed little animals are so fun.
?I played happily, and my laughter echoed in the green grass, in the streams, and in the big trees.
?My childhood was wonderful, and the fun stories from childhood will always be engraved in my mind. They are my most cherished memories. A 350-word essay on childhood memories of primary school students (Part 9)
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?When is the happiest time in life? If you ask me, I will tell you - childhood. There are many joys in childhood. Maybe you have forgotten it, but it will always be imprinted deep in my heart.
?Time cannot be turned back. When I was a child, I spent five carefree years with my grandma and grandpa. During that time, I don’t have to worry about my homework, I don’t have to rush for my talents, I don’t have to fight for my parents’ expectations, I just need to be happy for my happiness. I was playing with small glass balls in the alley with my friends, and sometimes we would argue and get red in the face. The crickets in the grass make me jump for joy. The fragrant oil tea noodles and hot dumplings are so delicious that they keep me coming back for more. Listening to my grandma telling that ancient story before going to bed... Everything is so beautiful, yet so far away, and it lingers in my memory. Later, due to my father's work needs, we moved. I knew it would be difficult to see them again in the future, so I secretly hid in the small warehouse and cried, not wanting them to worry about me.
?Later, I fell ill. Grandpa worked tirelessly to cook for me and didn’t have much time to rest. Looking at his gray hair, old and withered hands, and increasingly bent waist, I burst into tears.
?Time flies. I want to grow up quickly and repay my grandma and grandpa who raised me. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. A 350-word essay on childhood memories of primary school students (Part 10)
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?In a person's life, there are many memories, but how many are truly worth remembering? ,Childhood is something a person can only experience once. Childhood has passed, and when you look back again, all that is left are the memories of childhood. This memory can last a lifetime.
?I don’t know how many memories I have experienced from babbling to the current junior high school students, but there are a few that are still fresh in my memory. However, there is one thing in my childhood that makes me still remember it. Can't forget.
?At home, I am an only child, so I grew up being pampered by my parents. I have been very willful since I was a child, and I always do things according to my own ideas. When I was a child, what I was most afraid of was being beaten. I would rather get an intravenous drip than take a small injection. When I was a child, I had poor health and had a fever, but I didn’t want to take small injections, so I often looked pale.
? I remember one time, I fell ill again, and the doctor said I had to take an injection. Small injections, only small injections are effective. The injection was ready, and my mother held me in her arms, saying "good boy" to the left and "good boy" to the right, but I just didn't listen. My mother was anxious, so she pressed me down and asked the doctor to give me a shot. I was frightened and didn't care. Seven-Twenty-One started crying. When I was about to cry, my mother said the injection was done. Then I came to my senses and realized that the small injection didn't hurt.
?Since then, I am no longer afraid of small needles, but I feel that small needles are better.