"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are singing about summer, and on the swing by the grass, only butterflies are sitting on it..." Listening to the melodious and melodious song The song "Childhood" made me couldn't help but think of interesting things about my childhood. It also made me involuntarily open the photo album of memories, and my childhood came back to my mind.
The most unforgettable childhood fun story for me was the trip to Dongshan. I was 7 years old that year, and I started a pleasant journey under the tiger-like sun.
I was so excited along the way and couldn't suppress my joy and anticipation. I asked my dad over and over again: "Are we there! Are we there!?" But my dad always said, "How can it be so?" Hurry up!" I asked several times and became a frustrated ball. Sometimes I think of the sea in Dongshan, and I burst out laughing. I fell asleep without knowing it while laughing.
Later I heard my father say: "Get up quickly, we're here." Then I opened my eyes and took a look, ah! So beautiful! I braved the scorching summer heat and rushed out to the beach at lightning speed. I took off my sandals and ran barefoot into the sea. As soon as my feet dipped into the water, I couldn't help but scream, "Wow! It feels so good." "I'm running around, kicking in the waves, it's so comfortable.
When I was tired from kicking, I ran to the shore and played in the sand. I built a castle and a chicken coop for a while, with my face filled with joy. Just when I was digging in the sand, I accidentally discovered a shell. This shell was so bright and white that I couldn't put it down. At this time, an idea came to my mind-quick! Go quickly! Looking for more shells, I began to dig out shells selflessly. Finally, I dug a big bag. I was very happy.
But while I was playing, I didn’t know that time had passed so fast. , I had to leave reluctantly. Sixth Grade Childhood Composition Part 4
I still remember an interesting incident that I will never forget when I was in grade one.
One day during my winter vacation, my parents took me to have a fierce snowball fight. Speaking of which, we have to start from the beginning.
That day, I had nothing to do. Suddenly, I saw heavy snow falling outside the window. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it would cover the entire square in vast white patches. The snow stopped and I proposed a snowball fight. Our whole family went out, everyone dressed in "war" uniforms, picked up the snow and squeezed it into small snowballs. I was assigned to the victory group - this is the name my mother and I chose for our group. We also shouted the slogan "Victory, victory, belongs to us".
At this time, I saw the snowball flying towards Dad like an arrow. Dad set up an independent group and was not to be outdone. He fought back hard, and a "bad" piece of snow fell on my neck! But I didn't flinch, I shook my neck, picked up a piece of snowball in my hand, and rushed towards my father, just in time for the piece to fall into my father's mouth. "I won, I won" I danced happily! My parents also cheered with me!
This is my happy childhood fun story, I will never forget it! Childhood composition for sixth grade 5
Childhood is a colorful "ink painting" that outlines a charming and moving story; childhood is a colorful rainbow, colorful; childhood is a gorgeous lily , exuding an intoxicating fragrance, the white petals are like beautiful memories...
I remember that year, I was five years old.
Every time, my sister has to dress up before going out. Drawing eyebrows, applying lipstick, applying sunscreen... It can be said to be "everything is complete". Often when I see her dressing up, I will have "wishful thinking" in my mind. I can also do a beauty treatment at some time. Teacher, how about helping someone else put on their makeup?
Ha! The opportunity came: the sun was shining that day, and my sister and a few classmates wanted to take advantage of the good weather to have a picnic outside. No, the students are here to urge me.
Sister, I hurriedly dressed up, changed into a clean dress, and left in a hurry
I quickly ran to the door to see if my sister was gone. After confirming again and again, I " She closed the door with a bang, ran to her sister's bedroom, and carried all the cosmetics from the bedroom to the living room. Then he tiptoed and carried the kitten, who was playing with a yarn ball, to the sofa. I thought: Hey, I can finally be a beautician for once.
My kitten is pure white, too ordinary, so I used lipstick to draw small red dots one after another on the kitten. The eyebrows were too light, so I used an eyebrow pencil to draw them hard. Got a "brows". The mouth was too small, so I kept smearing it with lipstick. Well, a beautiful "little beautiful cat" was born. Looking at my "masterpiece", I felt very happy.
At this moment, my mother suddenly came back and saw everything in front of her. She couldn’t laugh or cry, but after that, she was scolded again, and my sister’s cosmetics were also ruined.
Now, whenever I think of this incident, I can’t help but smile. Childhood composition for sixth grade 6
Childhood is a book that records our every moment; childhood is a song that sings our happiness; childhood is a painting that renders our colorful story.
I remember one time when I was a kid, my family had a treat. I was at home with my neighbor’s little brother who was four or five years old, and everyone else was busy buying groceries and greeting relatives. My younger brother was clamoring for a drink of Wahaha. I had no choice but to go to the box to get it, but there was only one bottle left. If I gave it to him, should I watch him drink it? Forget it, I am a sister and have to give way to my brother. I reluctantly gave him the last bottle of Wahaha. Watching him drink it happily, the last trace of unhappiness in my heart disappeared without a trace. Unexpectedly, my kindness caused a new round of problems. As soon as the bottle bottomed out, I saw his chubby face, his big eyes flashing, and his big mouth clamoring at me to drink another bottle. The shouting was deafening. I really couldn't stand his greedy behavior, so I poured my grandpa's beer into Wahaha's bottles. He was so happy that he drank bottle after bottle without feeling anything wrong with the taste! In the blink of an eye, I drank all of Grandpa’s bottle of beer. "Hiccup~Sister, hiccup~ let's go out and play! Hiccup~" I saw him walking staggering, stumbling step by step, and soon he fell with a bruise on his nose and face. Is this guy drunk? The so-called good things don't come, bad things come. When I was thinking about how to explain to the adults, the adults came over. Seeing my brother like this, my mother couldn't help but beat me. I was angry. I just satisfied him. Did I do anything wrong?
Although I got my neighbor’s brother drunk last time, he was still willing to play with me. It was another night, when the adults were asleep, we secretly got dressed, took a flashlight, and ran to the backyard to pick peaches. Usually, adults are afraid that we will drop it and not let us pick it by ourselves. Today I want to prove to them that I have grown up and can do many things. "Sister, are you okay? Be careful if you fall." My brother raised his round face and looked at me worriedly. "Tch~ Your sister, I'm very good at it! Climb a tree and pick a peach, it's a small case. You just need to be responsible for shining the flashlight on me." After saying that, he rolled up his trouser legs and said like a monkey, "Click, rub." "I climbed up in two seconds, picking peaches along the way and throwing them to my brother. I didn't care whether they were ripe or not. I climbed to the top before I knew it. I smiled proudly at him. As a result... the ancients are right, the higher you climb, the harder you fall. In this way, I limped and was helped home by my brother. The next day we looked at the few peaches on the tree and laughed heartily, feeling so proud that we didn't want them anymore.
In my childhood memories, I have always treasured my little brother who spent a colorful childhood with me. I will always remember you!