Excellent composition of childhood fun 1 Qiang Qiang has a beautiful ideal since childhood. Being a barber is an interesting childhood. I really envy seeing a barber cut someone else's hair, he thought. If I can become a barber, I can design different styles and styles of hairstyles for people. How interesting that would be!
One day, Qiang Qiang had a whim and wrote an essay "Interesting Childhood" in the second grade of primary school. He said to his neighbor Xiaoyan, "Xiaoyan, I'll cut your hair to make sure it looks good." But Xiaoyan pursed her lips and said, "No,no." Qiang Qiang has no choice. As soon as he touched the sugar in his trouser pocket, he immediately rolled his eyes and had an idea. Qiang Qiang leaned down again and said to Xiaoyan in a consultative tone, "If you let me cut it, I will give you all the sugar in my hand." Xiaoyan looked at the sugar and then at Qiang Qiang. She wanted to say no. But I couldn't resist the temptation of sugar, so I nodded in agreement.
Qiang Qiang began to cut her hair "click, click". He imitated the actions of those barbers on TV, pushing left and moving right, and his movements were decent. After cutting, he is preparing to admire his work proudly. But "oops". Something bad happened. Just now, Xiaoyan's braid was cut off. Qiang Qiang panicked and stayed there alone. It's over, he thought.
Xiaoyan's tears gushed out like spring water. She was chanting: "You are bad, you are bad, you pay, you pay.
Qiang Qiang really regretted it, thinking: I will give people a haircut in the future, but I must not be careless.
Interesting Childhood Excellent Composition 2 That childish and happy childhood was so beautiful, and that interesting past was so memorable!
One afternoon when I was six years old, I visited the canteen and found that the peanuts there were big, fragrant and crisp, so I bought a bag of peanuts and put them in the bag.
I eat peanuts while walking on my way home. I slowly reached out and quickly took a peanut, rubbed it and threw it into my mouth. When you eat the first one, it is fragrant, crisp and delicious. The second one is crispy and smells like milk. I watched the scenery while eating. The building is very high, like a soldier standing on the side of the road. Suddenly, I ate a small peanut, which tasted strange and hard. I quickly spit out something like a bullet. When I saw it, it was chalk! I remember putting a piece of chalk yesterday, but I haven't taken it out yet.
When I got home, my mother saw something in my pocket, just like Tyrannosaurus Rex, and said angrily, "It's unsanitary." I was punished by my mother because I had nothing to eat. Alas, I'm really unlucky. Even so, I still feel very happy!
How happy childhood is and how interesting childhood events are. I love my childhood because it gives me good memories.
Childhood is a painting, which contains our colorful life. Childhood is a song that sings our happiness and happiness; Childhood is a dream, which contains our imagination and longing. Many things happened when I was a child, most of them were like fallen leaves, and I can't remember them clearly. Only the incident that I shaved my kitten is still vivid and unforgettable.
I was only six years old at that time, and I often saw my retired barber grandpa cut people's hair. Look, he is wearing a white coat, a razor in his hand and a pair of reading glasses. Wow! Very impressive. When he had a haircut, the razor in his hand flew up and down, and soon he shaved his head and beard. Every time I see my grandfather giving someone a haircut, I envy him and think: When can I give someone a haircut like my grandfather?
One day, my grandparents went out together and left me alone at home. When I was bored, grandma's kitten came and its beard became warped. My eyes lit up and I found something to do: the kitten's beard is too long, why don't I shave it? Let's do it. I took out my grandfather's haircut toolbox. I put on grandpa's white coat and carried the kitten to the chair, but the kitten didn't listen at all. I have no choice but to fix it on the chair with a rope. The kitten struggled desperately. I pressed its head, barely wiped the soap, and raised the knife to prepare for scraping.
"What are you doing?" At this moment, grandpa came. Master laughed when he saw this funny scene. He said, "A cat's beard is used for exploring the road and measuring holes. If you shave it, it will never catch the old tree again. Do you understand? " After listening to grandpa's words, I nodded.
I can't forget it, because it taught me a truth: without knowledge, many jokes will be made.
Childhood fun 4 There are many childhood fun things, like the stars in the sky, but after a long time, some of them gradually fade away. There is only one thing I haven't forgotten, and I will laugh when I think about it occasionally.
It was grade two, and our whole class was playing on the playground. Some of us play house, some play slides, and some sit on the grass and play clapping games. I am no exception. A boy is chasing me with clothes. He caught me when I was running around in fear. Just as I was laughing, he threw the clothes and landed on one of my active teeth. No, it dropped. I didn't feel it at that time, and I didn't feel right until it was over and I was crazy. Huh? Touch it with your hand and your teeth will be gone. After thinking for a long time, I finally understand how this tooth fell out. So I started looking for teeth (I have the habit of storing my lost teeth). It's hard to find Finding a tooth in such a big playground is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I looked for it for a long time, but I couldn't find it. I gave up a little. Put your hand in your coat pocket, huh? What is this? Take a look, yeah! This is my tooth! Oh, I see. Maybe the pocket of the clothes I was wearing was too big, and my teeth fell out and went straight into my pocket.
I couldn't help laughing again, and my classmates looked at me inexplicably Suddenly, I stopped laughing and went to the classmate who saved me from the pain of tooth extraction and told him this interesting coincidence. He didn't believe it until he saw my teeth. Yes, yes, yes, I am busy telling you this interesting thing. I forgot to tell you that the classmate who pulled my tooth is Jia.
Childhood is a beautiful and moving picture, and how many moving and interesting stories are outlined; Childhood is a melodious music, playing many pure and beautiful fantasies; Childhood is a bunch of blooming jasmine flowers, and the laughter of childhood exudes intoxicating fragrance. Recalling the carefree and interesting childhood life, I couldn't help laughing.
One weekend, I walked my dog as usual-Qiuqiu. Suddenly, I saw a red basin. When I saw the ball, I was curious to see it. Wow, there are all my favorite crayfish in it, and they are all alive. Qiuqiu is the first time to see crayfish. It may think that crayfish is red and cute, so it can't help but stick its head in. But who knows, the crayfish, who has been naughty and eager for freedom, has a plan when he sees the little nose of the ball, 20 cm, 15 cm, 10 cm, 5 cm ... near, near, closer. The crayfish lifted the red pliers and caught the ball's poor little nose. "Wang Wang" cried a few times in pain, lifted a sharp little paw and swept it away, bringing the crayfish down. Fortunately, the little nose of the ball was only pinched once, and there was no wound.
I tried to pull the ball back, but he wouldn't. He wants to fight General Shrimp for 300 rounds, so I have to let him go.
As a result, the crayfish cut off a strand of hair on the head of the meatball, and the angry meatball killed the crayfish, so I was forced to enjoy a "dog-shrimp war".
Haha, interesting, my childhood was like this. A basket of interesting things, just so many interesting things, made up my colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood.
I did a stupid thing in my old house.
There is a well less than thirty paces from home. They say it's a well, but it's actually useless decoration. I haven't seen it open since I can remember, and it has been pressed by a big dome.
One day, I came to the well with a small plastic bag containing a bag of mud. Putting down my pocket, I picked up something muddy in my bag. Because it looks like jiaozi, it is called "mud dumpling".
I sat on a big stone and pinched dozens at once. After kneading, I put them away one by one and sold the mud dumplings.
However, my mud dumplings are almost turning into Tukela dumplings, and they are still empty, and no one cares about "business".
I simply shouted: "sell, sell-sell mud dumplings! Sell, sell-sell mud dumplings! "
Oh, stop it. It's smart. As soon as I called, an aunt came up with her child.
Seeing me selling mud balls, the child tugged at his mother's clothes and shouted, "Mom, I want mud balls!" " "
Aunt was happy and "bought" four mud dumplings. The child grabbed two in one hand and acted like he wanted to eat. I quickly stopped him: "this is made of mud and can't be eaten!" " "
The mother and son left happily. After a while, several children joined the team selling zongzi. Three or five children in our family sold out the "stock" and went home talking and laughing.
I will never forget this experience.
Many things happened in the colorful sky of my childhood, and everything was as bright as stars. I want to choose the most interesting stars and present them to everyone.
I remember once at my grandparents' house. As soon as I entered the yard, I saw grandpa chasing a chicken. I was interested and asked, "Grandpa, do you need any help?" "I really need a little helper." Grandpa said.
In the blink of an eye, I had an idea. I asked grandpa to kneel down and whisper my method in his ear. Cornered the chicken from the start. Suddenly, the chicken had no way to escape. I squatted down and stretched out my arms to jump. The chicken stopped flapping its wings and flew over my head. I was so scared that I threw myself on a dog and chewed the mud. My mother laughed when she saw it, and my father bent over with laughter.
I didn't think the stupid method would work, so I found an iron cage, put the rice that the chicken liked, and then moved the cage around the chicken. I peeked behind a tree. The delicious rice still attracted the chicken, and the chicken waddled into the cage and held its red crown high. I quickly ran out from behind the tree and closed the cage door. In this way, I successfully caught the chicken.
How's it going? Chickens can't beat me! Now, the old days have taken away his childhood. The interesting stories of my childhood have become touching notes in my life and are tightly collected in my memory.
I spent my first-year summer vacation in my hometown in Guangdong. At that time, there were people singing operas every day in Little Square, not far from my home, and most of them were old people. Our brother and sister and several children from our neighbors went with us because they had nothing to do, saying that they went to the theatre. In fact, they spend most of their time selling popsicles to their brothers and sisters, and they also have a "desire" by the way. It was stuffy and hot at the end of July, and we kept wiping the sweat from our foreheads. The Little Square was crowded with people. Men, women and children are waiting for the play to begin.
For a long time, the big red cloth on the stage was finally slowly pulled open, and several people painted with red and white came out. After listening to the narrator's introduction, I realized that today's play is about Chen Shimei and Qin Xianglian.
Looking at the "Qin Xianglian" on the stage, tears streaming down her face at the county grandfather, I really want to fly back to ancient times and kick Chen Shimei hard. No wonder now people call those romantic men Chen Shimei! There is such a story behind it. Just when I was fascinated, the gavel of the "County Grandfather" on the stage called my soul back. "Bold and uninhibited Chen Shimei, now the evidence is conclusive, what else do you have to say?" The words of "County Master" made the audience applaud, and some even waved their fists. "This official orders you to ask questions tomorrow afternoon and retire."
Gradually, the play came to an end, that is, the climax stage-questioning Chen Shimei. At this moment, the whole audience was silent and stared at the stage with wide eyes, and we children were no exception, as if afraid to miss this important stage. The token dropped by the supervisor makes an unusually crisp sound, which is closely related to everyone's heartstrings. At this moment, when the executioner brandished his sword, a silver light flashed before my eyes, followed by Chen Shimei's screams, and then the curtain was closed.
Up to now, that scene often appears in my mind. ...
Many interesting stories of my childhood are hidden in my memory. Whenever I think of an interesting story, I will laugh.
I remember one time, it was the middle of the summer vacation, and everything was silent, and our family was sleeping soundly. Suddenly "boom!" Suddenly, the mother with sensitive ears was awakened. She shook her sleeping father and asked him in a panic, "Is there a thief?" Dad said, "Where is it?" "No? Did that son fall to the ground? " Mom said, dad said vaguely, "I didn't listen?" Go to sleep! "Mom called me," son, did you fall out of bed? "I don't know what happened, I just fell asleep. They didn't hear the response, so they fell asleep peacefully. Suddenly, a wild cat woke me up. As soon as I fell asleep, I quickly asked my parents to help me make the bed and go back to sleep.
The next day, my mother came to my room to mop the floor. Suddenly, "blood!" Mom shouted, and I ran over and got a fright. Mother looked quickly to see if I was hurt. Strangely enough, I was unscathed. I looked at the blood again and saw a dead mosquito lying next to me. It turned out to be mosquito blood. What a false alarm.
Mom actually said that I rolled out of bed last night and killed this mosquito. Is it funny?
How naive and naive I was when I was a child! Recalling the scene at that time, I often can't help laughing, and one of the interesting things is especially new!
It happened when I was five years old. One afternoon, I wanted to know how tall I was, so I went to the yard, leaned against a tree, looked at it, and thought, come and measure me every day to see if I have grown taller. A few months passed, and I quickly ran to the yard to compare with Xiaoshu. Hey, why am I short? There must be something wrong. Then I remembered that my mother watered the trees every day. Hee hee, if I water myself a big basin of water, the young tree will not catch up with me in a hundred years. I rushed to the bathroom, picked up the washbasin, filled it with a big basin of water, walked carefully into the yard, slowly lifted the washbasin over my head, and tilted it slightly, so that the whole basin of water made me wet through. I pulled my clothes happily and went to find my mother. I shouted happily, "Mom, do you think I have grown taller?" My mother looked at me and asked with concern, "Dear daughter, why are you all wet?" ? Is it raining outside? "I shook the water drops on my head and said angrily," I'm watering myself. " Mother laughed at this and explained it to me. I realized that watering trees will grow taller, but people won't.
Although I have grown up and won't be so stupid, I still can't help laughing every time I think about it.
Interesting childhood excellent composition 1 1 Each group has its own colorful childhood. Childhood is like a kite flying on the ground, like a colorful dream. I saw happiness in my father's dream!
According to his father, when he was young, he lived in Cuijiahu, Dongda Lane, Hedong, which brought him many good memories.
In summer, every child in the yard plays games at night. How many people usually play the game of catching spies in the group? Several children in the East Yard shouted to each other to start, and everyone ran to see which pair reached the designated starting point first. The successful party will also come up with some strange ways to punish the unsuccessful party. Xiao Ye has a lot to say and cry about. Slowly, my father became fond of reading exams and running in the game, so he would take the rest of his partners to spend every place full of waiting, appointment and longing. Trust is full of surprises in dad's dream!
In winter, snow accumulates in the yard. At this time, these children are in a silver-red world, accumulating snow and fighting against it. Look, these boys are transporting snow, and their parents and children are building a garden. Everyone knows that they are stupid and hate a snowman. After the snow, it brought my father a snowy world without yoga, a world that they might invent.
My father said to me, "In fact, every child is a newborn bird. Although it is small, it can spread its wings and fly to a happier country. " Dad also sighed and said, "He can't forget the rising sun, the singing of birds in the sky, and the joy of catching crickets ... all left in every corner of the yard!" "
What I feel is my father's happy childhood.
Childhood is like a color box, which can set off our colorful life. In this colorful life, there are interesting things, stupid things, sad things and unforgettable things. Today, I will take you into my colorful childhood fun!
At noon on a hot summer day, my family ate at home. Dad took a few bites, as if thinking about something, and said to his mother, "Do you have any watermelons?" Mom said, "I'm finished." Dad flew into a rage and roared, "There are no watermelons! I am so angry! Why not buy it? " My mother not only didn't mean to be speechless, but also shouted at my father, "blame me?" You ate it all! I just don't buy it. I'm so angry with you! "
In this way, the war between mom and dad began happily, and I just said a word, which made my parents laugh.
"You don't buy! I bought it! Buy it tonight! " Dad said.
I'm completely angry. Is watermelon more important than me? ! Because a watermelon started a war? ! How come I haven't seen you start any war for me! ? So I launched a lion roar to my father: "What's wrong with not eating?" ! Huh? Will you die if you don't eat? I was too young to know that it was disrespectful to my parents. As soon as I said this, my parents laughed. I don't know why they laughed so happily, so I had to laugh along.
This is the fun of my childhood! Although they have vanished with the passage of time, they will never disappear in my heart. It is in my heart and will never be erased.
I did a funny thing when I was a child, which is still fresh in my memory.
I was very young at that time, probably not in the first grade. One day, my father suddenly suggested to me that I should sleep alone. Hearing this, I cried happily: "Great!" "Just do it. After dinner, the whole family bought me a new quilt and pillow. After I bought it, my parents helped me make it, and we slept separately.
They turned off the light in the living room and turned on a nightlight for me. At first, I was full of confidence and thought: I want to sleep until dawn! But after a long time, I am still very energetic and not sleepy at all. At this time, those horrible scenes began to emerge in my mind. The words "zombie, ghost, thief" keep flashing in my mind, coupled with the green night light and the gloomy wind, it's really a little ghost! After a while, my brain became numb, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I think: I don't want to sleep tonight. Why don't you ask your mother to sleep with me? No, I will lose face ... After some "careful consideration", I'd better go to my mother for my "life safety". I quietly came to my mother's room. I just wanted to make a phone call, but I thought: Dad is sleeping, so I can't wake him. What shall we do? At this moment, I thought of a "way". I walked to the end of the bed, found my mother's feet, and then scratched the soles of her feet with my hands. This method really worked. After a few scratches, my mother woke up, but she was scared to death. Under the protection of my mother, I finally fell asleep.
This interesting childhood story seems to have happened yesterday, which makes everyone feel funny when I think about it.
Childhood fun excellent composition 14 childhood has already passed away quietly like running water, and I am also a real teenager in daily growing. Interesting and stupid things in childhood, like stars in the sky, are nothing. Let me find the brightest one to tell you!
It was six years ago when I planted stationery. That morning, the sky was blue and the air was exceptionally fresh. I am playing on a green grass. There, I can clearly hear the conversation between my grandmother and my mother. My grandmother said to her mother, "As you sow, you reap." Grandma's words aroused my curiosity. I think as you sow, you reap. That stationery will definitely be stationery! So I said I would do it. I took all my pens, notebooks, etc. to a flat ground in front of the door, dug a hole two feet deep with the shovel my father gave me, and then put all my stationery in it. I was afraid they were hungry, so I broke off a big watermelon at home and put it in before burying it. After planting, I carefully sprinkled water for a few days. A few days later, many lovely seedlings grew, and a month or two later, green little balls actually grew.
I think this must be an eraser! So I wanted to sprinkle water again, and my mother found out, so I told my mother the ins and outs of planting stationery. My mother smiled after hearing this, and told me with joy and heartache that as you sow, you reap what you sow, but what you sow is not a seed, but an inanimate thing!
Childhood is colorful, like a beautiful painting. I am always happy when I think of this interesting childhood story.
Childhood fun excellent composition 15 childhood is a colorful dream, which makes you seem real and unreal, and makes you extremely nostalgic.
It was when I was just one year old, and I just had teeth. Although I am very young, I have a big temper-many holes in my mother's and grandmother's clothes are my "achievements".
One day, my brother came to my house and everyone welcomed him.
As for me, I was drinking freshly brewed milk powder in my grandmother's arms! Grandma saw that my brother was hungry, so she put me down and made him a steaming cup of milk powder. My brother didn't intend to drink it at first, but when he saw grandma bring it, he drank it. Of course I can't tolerate an outsider sharing grandma's love with me! I thought: how can a stranger come and grab my milk powder? I'm so angry! I was even more angry at the thought of this, so I flew into a rage, grabbed the bottle from my brother and threw it on the ground, only to hear a "plop". The bottle broke and the milk spilled all over the floor. Still unwilling, I jumped on my brother's back and took a bite. He immediately left two deep tooth marks on his back. My brother doesn't know what's going on yet, and his eyes are blank and dull. Gradually, his face showed an angry look, and he immediately scolded me severely: "You are really, I didn't provoke you, but you rushed to bite me." You little guy! Hey! "
My laughter stopped at once, and my face changed from a bright smile to a sad expression. I finally burst into tears. Dad found a mop to clean up the mess, and grandma comforted my brother while comforting me.
My brother ran away when he saw me, but I was still a bully and old-fashioned.
At noon today, my brother called at my house again. We talked about it when we were young, and he said it was still fresh in our minds!
Anyway, was I selfish and cute when I was a child?