1. A 450-word essay on interesting childhood stories. Capture the fun.
Childhood is a sea of ??joy. On the beach of memories, there are countless shells, some are gray, reminding people of a sad past; some are bright, reminding people of interesting childhood events. I was looking for the most beautiful shell on the shore of memories, and ah, I found it...
At that time, I was only six years old, an age where I have a special liking for birthdays. I like celebrating birthdays because I get to eat a big cake, and an interesting thing happened that time:
After a busy morning, I finally got to eat the cake I had been waiting for! Look, the cake is big and round, covered with pure white cream, and filled with various cream flowers. It seems to be smiling at me, so cute! "Happy Birthday" was also written on the cake with red jam. Under the candlelight, the cake really makes me salivate! I can't wait to eat it.
Finally got it! A large piece of cake was held in my hand. I took a big bite, ah, it's so delicious! My sister suddenly laughed. This smile made me confused. When I looked in the mirror, haha, I rubbed a piece of cream on my nose, like a clown! I couldn't help but laugh. My sister doesn't like cream, and she was just thinking about what to do. Suddenly she saw the cream on my nose, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said with a smile, "Sister, come here!" I strode over without even thinking about it. My sister asked me to sit down, and she brought me a plate with my favorite cream in it. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I opened my mouth wide. "Pop", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, then my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stretched out my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. Go and take a look in the mirror, haha. 2. Write a 500-word essay on the topic of "fun"
When I was young, my thoughts were so naive, and I naively thought about all the impossible things, but I was intoxicated! When I was a child, I remember playing house with my playmate. Her house happened to have an unused house, and that was our secret base. We lived a decent life imitating the way our family members did, and we would go there every day after school. We rush to our comfort zone, cook and buy things. We do what the adults do at this time every day. Of course, it is just a meal made of mud. Then we praise each other in a serious way: "It smells so good!" Wait until the holidays. We will also invite friends and introduce our "home" to them.
Seeing their envious expressions, we both felt so proud that we couldn't express in words. Then we invite them to join us.
Thinking about it now, I feel very stupid at that time. To this day, we can’t help but laugh when we think about it together.
We do a lot of stupid things! We are keen on picnics. Almost every week we take pots and pans and go to the fields for a day, chewing the half-cooked food we made, but praising it with relish. In fact, which meal at home is not more delicious than this? In the middle of winter, I didn't stay at home. I went to the vegetable market to experience life in order to play house. Everyone came back with a cold, but they all forgot about it after they recovered. Everything was so funny.
I went to the fields to climb trees and the orchards to steal pears. Suddenly I saw a radish field. I was digging a few young radishes. Like winners, I took the trophies and went home. I flaunted Yifan in front of my parents regardless of my ability, but in the end I was dragged by my parents to apologize. And the other party always brought out a lot of food for me to eat, and they always said: "It doesn't matter, the child is still young, just eat what you have at home."
But then they never ate again. The sweet taste is gone. When I was a child, I always looked forward to growing up, but now that I have grown up, I wish I could go back to my childhood! This is the thought that time gives people in every period.
3. Write an essay of more than 400 words on the topic of fun~
Fun Stories from Childhood
Everyone has a childhood, and fun stories from childhood are like the various shells on the beach. , shining in the company of the sea water, exuding colorful brilliance, countless. And now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand, which is also one of my most unforgettable childhood fun things. .
I remember when I was a child, there was an orange tree planted in my yard that was planted with me when I was born. I often used a knife to carve a mark on the trunk of the tree, and measured myself every day to see if I had grown taller. There were horizontal lines on my face, and I really wanted to grow taller quickly. One day, I suddenly found that I was shorter than the mark. Oh my God! Did I grow upside down? I was so scared that I quickly ran to ask my mother: "Mom, why have I become shorter when other friends have grown taller?" My mother quickly put down the work around me, put me on the chair and asked: "Why is it so?" Say it!" I quickly jumped off the chair, took my mother's hand, pulled her to the yard and pointed, "I use a knife to carve my height on the tree every day, but today I carve the height on the tree before. It's below the line." I said while pointing out the two horizontal lines on the tree. After listening to my words, my mother looked at the tree again. After being silent for two minutes, she burst out laughing inexplicably, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up. Come, with tears streaming down my face, I patted my head, who was looking at her blankly, and said, "Fool, it's not that you have become shorter, but that the tree has grown taller. Don't do such stupid things in the future." I suddenly realized that it wasn't I was shorter, but the tree was taller. After that, I happily went to play with the chickens. I really didn’t know what stupid things I would do to the chickens again. . .
Haha! Have fun! My childhood was like this, with a lot of silly and interesting things, such as bathing the snow doll, shaving my eyebrows... It was also so many interesting things and silly things that made 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 my childhood will become the most beautiful memories in my life.
Whenever I think of what I received when I was 5 years old, I always feel ridiculous about false alarms.
That time, my father brought back a pot of flowers called mimosa from outside. I thought people would be shy, could flowers also be shy? You see, I couldn’t even I can’t tell the difference between flowers and grass! After a while, my father went out for something. I curiously came to the mimosa and looked at it carefully. Its stem was thick and long, and the leaves were separated on both sides like grizzly teeth. The whole leaf shape was like the leaves of a peach tree, and also Not small! Seeing that it was not shy at all, I stretched out my small palm and patted the mimosa hard several times. Suddenly, I saw its body shaking violently, and the leaves and stems seemed to be possessed. It seemed to shrink all of a sudden, and then drooped down, becoming small and withered. I was shocked at the time. Oh no, the mimosa was killed by me!
I suddenly panicked and became afraid: Dad usually loves flowers the most. If anyone touches them accidentally, he will always nag him endlessly, not to mention the shyness I just brought him back. The grass is dead!
"Dong dong dong" A knock on the door sounded like thunder in my ears. Dad is back! I had no choice but to open the door.
As soon as my father walked in, he patted my red cheek and asked, "What are you doing in such a panic?" Then he walked into the room to read.
At this time, I remembered the story that the teacher told us about Lenin who broke a vase and had the courage to admit his mistakes when he was a child. I should also be an honest child. So I told my father what happened and waited for him. I didn't expect the "handling" of the problem. Instead of scolding me, my father burst out laughing. While laughing, he took my hand and came to the balcony and pointed the mimosa to me. When I saw it, I was shocked again. , I saw that the mimosa was still as green and tall as it was at the beginning, but it didn't look a little bit dead. I looked at my father in confusion and said with a smile: "This is not a flower, it's called a mimosa. It's a sensitive plant."
"What is a sensitive plant?"
"Sensitive plants react to touch, heat or other ***, and will curl up like wilting. This knowledge will wait until you go to school. "I didn't understand what my father said at the time, but I just knew that I didn't cause any trouble, and I felt relieved. 4. The content of the composition centered around fun
Hobbies! What is your hobby? Hobbies are things that you still miss after a tiring day; hobbies are things that you have to do whenever possible... I have many hobbies: playing, painting, doing handicrafts... but my biggest hobby is: reading! Gorky once said: Books are the ladder of human progress. It is true: composition books can help me improve my composition; handmade books can make me dexterous; reading books can improve my reading level; history books can make me understand China's long history. History...so many books can make me progress, how could I not like reading? , if you want to know how I fell in love with reading? Oh, it's like this: When I first entered the first grade, I found that many students in the class were very knowledgeable - they knew that there are polar day and night phenomena at the two poles of the earth; they knew about the various animals living in the tropical rain forests; they knew about the earth The ocean area of ??Shanghai is much larger than the land... I was envious, so I asked Li Zhuoran, the "encyclopedia" of the class, for advice: "Excuse me, how come your knowledge is so rich?" He simply answered Seven words: "Of course you should read more!" After hearing this, I was extremely surprised. Finally looking forward to the weekend, I "ordered" my mother to take me to the library building. As soon as I got there, I immediately went to the children's book area and hugged I bought a lot of books, sat down, and read quietly. Gradually, I found that the knowledge in the books was indeed rich and colorful, such as astronomy, geography, painting... This greatly satisfied my desire for knowledge, and I made up my mind to learn more. I had all this knowledge in my pocket. Soon, I became a little "bookworm". At home, I read when I went to the toilet, read before going to bed, and even couldn't help but glance at it while eating. At school, I read a book. Not to mention, I was not willing to waste any time going out to play. Once I had a fever, my mother took me to the hospital. Before leaving, I had already put on my shoes, and suddenly I remembered that I could still read when my mother registered. After reading for a while, I took off my writing and rushed back to the bookcase in the bedroom and took out two books of "Primary School Composition". Then I ran out again, put on my shoes and went to the hospital with my mother. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother went to register. , I leaned against the wall and read. When I got to the door of the clinic and waited for my number to be called, I sat on the chair and read. Mom
I couldn't bear it anymore, so I started nagging again: "You don't need your eyes to see in such a dark place?" I didn't say anything, stood up in a hurry, went to the window and continued to look, until the doctor called me, I couldn't help but Shirdi closed the book. Reading brought me a lot of fun: I lived on an isolated island with Robinson; I "experienced the dark life" with Helen Keller; I roamed the "Olympic River" with Fuwa; Enjoying a "happy holiday" with Ouyang Xiaoxiao... My mood keeps changing with the plot of the story, sometimes happy, sometimes sad. Reading has brought me endless joy. Here, I want to say it loudly Shout out: I love reading. 5. A 500-word essay on interesting things about childhood, written around interesting things
What is childhood? It is the cicada on the tree, the frog in the water, the short song of the reed flute, the hide and seek of my partner... In short, childhood is carefree, happy and beautiful.
Whenever I vividly recall interesting stories from my childhood, my face always glows with a rosy glow. After all, those past events swirled in my heart like gurgling water, and once they burst out, they would be so eloquent... When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandma's house. Grandma lived in the country, so There were many people riding horses there from one village to another. I was very envious when I saw it, and wanted to try riding a horse, but the horse's back was too high and I couldn't get up. When I was trying to think of a way to get up, it happened to be I saw my grandma feeding the pigs. I thought the pigs were small and it was easy to get up. As soon as I saw my grandma feeding the pigs and entering the house, I went up to the pig nest, opened the door, went in, chose a pig, rode on it, and ran out. Grandma saw it. , hurriedly ran out and called me. I saw grandma and wanted the pig to stop, but she couldn't.
The pig ran into grandma’s vegetable garden, where there were cucumbers and persimmons.
. were trampled to pieces by pigs, and I was also scratched on my hands and belly by the branches of fruit trees. This time grandma caught the pig. After grandma drove the pig into the nest, she said that I was too He's so naughty that he even dares to ride a pig. Another time was when I was seven years old and I had just learned to ride a bicycle.
I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode our bicycles to the square where there was a lot of space. I was riding my bicycle there, riding faster and faster. Suddenly I saw an adult riding a bicycle from the front. Because he was riding too fast, he couldn't stop the car and was about to hit me. My mother was also calling me, I thought: "If I hit it, I will be injured, and I'm not very good at riding. What if I turn around and fall?" I didn't know what to do.
At this moment, I suddenly remembered: "Jump out of the car, it will be fine." I jumped out of the car, I was not injured, but my car collided with that person. Whenever I recall these, I always chuckle, so sweet and bright.
It seems that all the haunting past events are vividly reappearing. I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons of my youth.
I think childhood is like a tree without annual rings, which will never grow old or disappear.
Interesting anecdotes from childhood When I was a child, I was very naughty and mischievous. Now I will tell you an interesting anecdote from my childhood.
I remember one time when I came home, I saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly popped into my little head, which was to draw "face paint", of course not on paper. To draw on my father's face, I first found the paint, pen and water. Then I carefully drew a big "王" character on my father's forehead, and then I used khaki to paint on my father's forehead. Draw a bunch of golden stripes around Dad's face, and it will become a majestic tiger. After finishing the painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and at the same time felt sorry that Dad's face was painted like this. Because it’s a pity that my father’s beautiful face was painted like this. When I was happily looking at my "masterpiece", my father suddenly woke up and looked at his confused look. I burst out laughing. My father looked at me inexplicably. When he saw the watercolors all over the floor. Paint and water, looking at my malicious smile, my father quickly ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found that his face had been painted into lines by me, he didn't care about the watercolor paint on his face. He quickly ran into the house, grabbed me and beat me randomly, which made me scream. Although it has been a long time ago, I still remember it.
Look! How naughty I was when I was little! It’s still interesting even now when I think about it! Interesting things about childhood: childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, happy songs; a string of childhood footprints; a pile of childhood stories. "Does this song remind you of your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as bright as the stars.
My childhood was beautiful, there were many things Things worth remembering... As long as I can remember, my aunt's class has raised two chicks. Whenever I have time, I go to my aunt's class to see the chicks. I don't know how long it has passed, but the two chicks have gradually grown up. After a long time, the hen laid the eggs, and the chicks were about to hatch. 21 days later, I heard the cry of chicks. Seeing this and hearing this sound, I felt that the chicks were so pitiful. When the hen and the rooster are not at home, help the chicks.
The opportunity finally came... That day, the hen went to find food for the little chicks, and the naughty rooster was not at home either. Went out to play. When the aunt was not paying attention, she picked up an egg, held it in her hand and stroked it gently, and said seriously: "Don't be afraid, little chick, you will come to the world in a while." "
After saying that, I no longer hesitated, peeled an egg, and a chick with residual heat and unopened eyes was "born". It looked at me and called twice. The voice seemed to be saying: "Thank you for letting me come to this world as soon as possible. "I was so happy that I peeled off the second one. When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw that I was "bullying" the snake, she gave me a bite, and blood suddenly flowed out. , I went to find my aunt in tears. My aunt didn’t say anything about me, but said in a dumbfounded way: “Little fool, the chicken won’t be born until a certain time! If you deliver babies like this, they will die. "
After I heard this, I hurriedly ran to see the chicks. Sure enough, the chicks I had just "delivered" were almost dead, but the ones I had not "delivered" all survived. I regretted it very much. , but everything is too late... Although it has been a long time since this incident, even though I was still young and ignorant, this incident has always spurred me to move forward bravely and never look back.
Interesting stories from childhood. There are as many interesting things about me as there are stars in the sky, including joy and sorrow, laughter and tears.
That day, I went to celebrate my friend’s birthday. , just after my birthday, my friend called us together and announced: "In order to make my birthday happier, and also to let all my friends have fun, let's play hide and seek to add to the birthday atmosphere. "Oh yeah" I danced for joy.
The game started, and I couldn't find a safe place to hide. I only heard my friends counting: "91, 92." "Seeing that the count was about to reach one hundred, I panicked and hid under the bed.
"Creak" the door opened and he walked past me. My heart tightened. Zhong Yu, those feet left. 6. A 500-word essay on interesting things about childhood, written around fun
Interesting things about childhood Everyone has a childhood, and interesting things about childhood are just like the colorful things on the beach. There are so many kinds of shells, shining in the company of the sea water, exuding colorful brilliance, that they are countless. And now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand, which is also the most unforgettable one for me. An interesting story from childhood. I remember when I was a child, there was an orange tree planted in my yard that was planted with me when I was born. I often used a knife to carve a mark on the trunk and measured my height every day. Looking at the horizontal lines I really wanted to grow taller quickly. One day, I suddenly realized that I was shorter than the mark.
Oh my God! I was so scared that I ran to ask. Mom: "Mom, why am I getting shorter when other kids are getting taller?" "My mother quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" "I hurriedly jumped off the chair, took my mother's hand, pulled her into the yard and pointed, "I use a knife to carve my height on the tree every day, but today when I came to carve, it was below the horizontal line I carved before. ." I pointed out the two horizontal lines on the tree as I spoke. After listening to my words, my mother looked at the tree again. After being silent for two minutes, she burst into laughter for no apparent reason. She couldn't even stand up straight with tears in her eyes. They all came out, patted my head as I stared at her blankly, and said, "Fool, it's not that you are shorter, it's that the tree is taller. Don't do such stupid things in the future."
"I suddenly realized that it wasn't me who was shorter, but the tree was taller. After that, I happily went to find the chickens to play. I really didn't know what stupid things I would do to the chickens again.
. Haha! It’s funny! My childhood was like this, full of silly things, like bathing the snow doll, shaving my eyebrows... It’s just so many interesting things and silly things that make up that colorful and happy childhood, which makes people nostalgic.
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. Childhood is like a bird floating in the ocean. A boat in the sea is carefree, just like a bird flying freely in the sky. In my poetic and dreamlike golden childhood, there are happy things, interesting things, and silly things. Look at all of them. Is it an ignorant thing? It was a summer evening, and my mother took me out for a walk. Suddenly, I looked up and saw the sun that was about to set, and I screamed: "Mom, I want that gold plate, I want that." Gold plate! "My mother said to me kindly: "Good boy, that is the sun. "
I shouted, "Then I want the sun." So my mother said to me seriously: "No one wants the sun in the sky!" Take off the sun and the world will become pitch black. "
I said coquettishly: "No, no, I want it, I want it! "My mother didn't agree, so I ran to the west to pick off the sun. As I ran, a building blocked the way. Hey, why was the sun gone? At this time, my mother took me home. .
I followed my mother back home reluctantly, mumbling: "I want the sun, I want the sun. "When I got home, I saw my father sitting on the chair, so I threw myself into my father's arms and said loudly: "Dad, take the money and buy me a sun." "
My father was confused by me, so he asked my mother what was going on. My mother told me what had just happened in detail.
When my father heard this , laughed loudly and said: "Dai Wei, how about I draw it for you. If you hang it on the wall, wouldn't it just be the sun? ""good! "I jumped up and down with joy.
Dad also told me about the sun. I listened vaguely, but it turns out that the sun is very far away. Now that I think about it, I feel that It was so silly. When I thought about this, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This was a small pleasure in my golden childhood. There was nothing more exciting than this in my happy childhood. ! Childhood life is like a book with rich content, which makes people nostalgic. One of the things is still fresh in my memory.
That was when I was seven years old, I loved drinking milk. , at least one cup a day. Once, my mother was washing her face with facial cleanser.
Suddenly, I found that the facial cleanser was whiter than milk, more fragrant than milk, and definitely tasted better than milk. I thought to myself: This thing must be delicious, I really want to taste it.
After a while, my mother finished applying the facial cleanser and said, "I'll go out and stay at home." "I listened, nodded, and thought: Here's the opportunity.
After my mother left, I couldn't wait to run to the sink, picked up the bottle of facial cleanser and took a big sip. "Wow. ! It tastes so bad! "I screamed.
This facial cleanser was not only bitter, but also very astringent, and it felt very oily in my mouth. I quickly spit it out, but unexpectedly, I tilted my hand and poured out the entire bottle of facial cleanser.
I thought: What if my mother finds out? I thought about it and paced back and forth in front of the sink.
I thought of a good idea. p>
I poured a lot of milk into the empty bottle, sprinkled a little of the spices from my father's cooking into the milk, and then stirred it vigorously with chopsticks. About ten minutes later, my mother came back. Pretending to be watching TV as if nothing had happened
Suddenly, my mother screamed: "Why did this facial cleanser turn into milk! "I thought to myself: Oops! I've been found out! When I saw what happened, I told my mother the whole story. My mother laughed loudly, holding her stomach and said: "It doesn't matter, you are still young and ignorant, don't do it in the future. What a fool. ”
After listening to my mother’s words, I also giggled. This is one thing that happened in my childhood. How about it, it’s interesting enough. Childhood life is like a book with rich content, so that
One of the things is still fresh in my memory.
That was when I was seven years old. I loved drinking milk, at least one glass a day.
Once, my mother washed her face with facial cleanser, and I watched from the side. Suddenly, I discovered that the facial cleanser is whiter than milk, more fragrant than milk, and definitely tastes better than milk.
I thought to myself: This thing must be delicious. I really want to taste it. After a while, my mother finished applying the facial cleanser and said, "I'll go out for a while and stay at home."
I listened, nodded, and thought: Here is the opportunity. After my mother left, I couldn't wait to run to the sink, picked up the bottle of facial cleanser and took a big sip.
"Wow! It tastes so bad!" I exclaimed. This facial cleanser is not only bitter, but also very astringent and feels very oily in the mouth.
I vomited it out quickly, but unexpectedly, I tilted my hand and poured out the entire bottle of facial cleanser. I thought to myself: This is terrible, what should I do if my mother finds out? 7. Write an essay of about 400 words on the topic of "My Interests"
People have various hobbies, some are novel and wonderful, and some are mundane. Although my hobbies are not novel, But it is so common that even parents often sigh. And among these many hobbies. I still have a soft spot for reading.
I have loved reading books since I was a child. When I was young, my father bought me countless books. Whenever I had free time, I would indulge in the beautiful sentences and rich imagination.
The book is like a knowledgeable teacher, taking me to swim in the ocean of knowledge and teaching me inexhaustible knowledge.
Once, I was reading "The Brothers Grimm's Fairy Tales" with gusto. Just as I was fascinated by what I was reading, my mother shouted: "It's time to eat!" I kept replying: "Come on, come on. "Yes, please wait." But I couldn't come back to my senses. I was still immersed in the realm of this wonderful book like a dream, and I was still reading attentively without moving an inch. My mother shouted again, but this time I ignored her. My mother opened the door and walked in angrily. Her eyes could kill several mosquitoes. I yelled "Wow", which scared my mother. I said excitedly: "Snow White finally lived a happy life with the prince..."
Mom interrupted me and yelled at me, like an angry leopard with red eyes, I grinned and said, "That's enough, wash your hands and eat for me right away, otherwise you should prepare to say goodbye to your book treasure." I was petrified and was about to refute her, but experience told me - the child is It is always wrong in front of adults, especially when the adults think it is reasonable. I washed my hands and ate in silence: I didn't want her to throw my books down the stairs.
Books, like a bright street lamp, illuminate our childhood and our lives, allowing us to walk carefully on the road of life and get up wherever we fall. . Reading can cultivate people's sentiments and bring happiness and knowledge to people. Reading more can lay a solid foundation for our future.