An unforgettable event in your childhood
Childhood is like a small boat, full of joy, full of tears, and full of many unforgettable things.
A small thing happened in the third grade of elementary school, so far I remember, it is hard to forget. It was an afternoon in early summer, the sky seems to be covered with a layer of gray, the sun is also gray clouds cover the red, people feel a little depressed. The first class in the afternoon, the teacher announced the language test, then my heart thumped, because a few days ago the cold has been let me upset, learn the homework is not solid, this test don't test bad. Mind, quickly pick up the pen, quickly do the test paper, afraid of things really happened, a reading test questions stuck shell, I think hard, in the draft paper left writing, right drawing, or no clue, the heart is a little annoyed, writing writing, suddenly my pen and not out of the ink, my anxious mood more annoyed, casually grabbed a piece of draft paper, in the top of the writing scribble, holding in the hand of the pen! Like a disobedient little doll, I let it do what it is against me, my mood to the extreme, grabbed the pen hard to shake a little, the ink came out, I buried my head and continue to think about the problem, jerked his head up, saw the front of the classmates of the white shirt dripped with a string of curved blue ink, blue and white, very eye-catching, as if a naughty doll in the rushed to me smile, my head suddenly emerged a few drops of cold sweat, what to do? A few drops of cold sweat broke out on my head. Tell him, or hide the truth? My energy can no longer concentrate, I try to restrain myself, I do the questions, while thinking about this matter, in the next few minutes before class, I finally finished the paper, so I boldly drummed up the courage, patted the shoulders of the students in front of me, and told him the truth, he was stunned, and then laughed and said: "It's okay, wash it off". My mood immediately relaxed a lot, how important to be an honest child ah! Happy yourself, happy others. Class *** ringing, students are out of the classroom one after another, I do not know when, the sun is also from the gray clouds revealed a little red, as if in my words: you are an honest child.
There are so many unforgettable things in childhood, if they are a string of wind chimes, the wind blows, they will make a crisp ringing sound, as if reminding everyone around us: no matter what you do, do people must be honest.
2. Write a 200-word small essay about a funny thing in childhood The content is not too outrageous on the line1. Childhood funny thing My childhood is colorful, and the funny things that happened in my childhood are too many to count like the stars in the sky.
One of the brightest and most dazzling or that one. The most important thing to remember is that it was a Sunday at noon, and my mom was already asleep.
At that time I was only four years old, nothing fun, blindly in the room, somehow came to the mirror. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! How did the front face to face and I look like the same "people"? I do not touch okay, a touch shocked, the "man" is actually flat, and also reached out as if to touch me.
I took a few steps back.
I took a few steps back quickly.
I swung my palm, the "man" also swung his palm, I hit, the "man" also hit, yo, strange pain. I can be scared, and flat and will move, will learn me, but also can hit people, bad, must be a monster.
I rushed three and two steps, came to my mom in front of the bed, a hand pulling mom's hand, called: "Mom, there is a strange thing over there, he also hit me." Mom magically asked me what it was, but I pulled my mom to the mirror with one hand.
Weird, how there is another monster, I hurriedly hid behind my mom, could not help but start shaking. Mom took a look and laughed, I asked, "Mom, what are you laughing at? Aren't you afraid of it?" Mom turned to me and said, "This is a mirror, not a monster at all, look."
I saw my mom swaying left and right, and the person in the mirror swaying left and right. After my mother's speech, I realized that the original mirror can "print" people into the mirror, people can see their own shadow.
No wonder *** what, it also do what it! Now whenever I think back to this incident, still will be laughing out loud! It's the cicadas on the tree, the frogs in the water, the short song of the pastoral flute, the partner's hide and seek. ........ In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I colorfully recall the interesting events of my childhood, my face always pan ware a rosy glow.
After all, that past is like the sound of gurgling water in my heart, once burst is so gushing ........ When I was five years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's home, my grandmother lives in the countryside, so there are many people there from this village to that village when riding a horse, I see very envious, also want to ride a horse to try, but the back of the horse is too high, I can't get on, I'm trying to figure out how to go up, I happen to see my grandmother in the pig feeding time, I think that the pig is small, go up easily, see my grandmother feed the pig a house, I went up to the pig's nest, open the door to open the door to the pig. I opened the door of the pig's nest and went in and chose a pig to ride on and then ran out of the house. My grandmother saw me and rushed out to call me, and when I saw my grandmother, I tried to stop the pig, but I couldn't. The pig ran into my grandmother's vegetable garden. The pig ran into the grandmother's vegetable garden, which has cucumbers and persimmons.
. All the pig stepped off, I was also fruit tree branches scraped hands, belly, this time grandma can catch the pig, grandma drove the pig into the nest after, said I was too naughty, even the pig also dare to ride.
Another time was when I was seven years old, I just learned to ride a bicycle. I wasn't very good at it then, and my mom and I rode our bikes to the plaza, where there was a lot of space.
I rode my bike there, and the faster I rode, the faster I suddenly saw an adult riding a bike from the front, because I rode too fast, I couldn't brake, and I was about to crash, and my mom was calling me, and I thought, "If I crash, I'll get hurt, and I don't know how to ride, so how about if I turn around and fall down? " I didn't know what to do. At this time I suddenly thought: "jump off the car, surely nothing" I jumped off the car, I did not get hurt, but my car and the man to the collision.
Whenever I remember this, I always "giggle" and laugh so sweetly, so brightly. It's as if all the haunting memories of the past have come back to 7a686964616fe4b893e5b19e3133333738333333.
I continue to think about the young poetic years, dreamy seasons.
I think of childhood as a tree with no annual rings, never growing old, never disappearing.
3. Childhood fun hours I am particularly naughty and mischievous, the following I will tell you about my childhood a funny thing. I remember once home, I saw my father is lying in bed asleep, so my little head suddenly came up with a "bad" idea, is to paint "face", of course, not on paper, but ----- in the face of my father to paint, I first find out the paint, I first find the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully painted a big "king" word on the forehead of my father, and then use the yellow color in the face of my father around a bunch of golden spots, so it is a tiger full of might, after the painting I was happy for my own "masterpiece" and also for my own "masterpiece".
I am happy to look at their own "masterpiece" when, suddenly Dad woke up, looking at his face, I laughed, Dad looked at me inexplicably, when he saw the watercolors and water all over the place, looking at my smile, Dad rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror, when he found that his face has been painted by me. found his face has been painted by me into a road when he did not care about the face of watercolor paint, he flew into the house, grabbed me is a beating, hit me is the cooing and screaming, although this incident has been a long time; but I still remember. You see! I was more naughty when I was young! Until now think of it all feel interesting it! 4. childhood fun childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, joyful songs; childhood footprints a string; childhood stories a stack of stacks."
Does this song bring back memories of a wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as bright as the stars. My childhood is wonderful, there are many things to remember ...... from my memory, my great aunt's class raised two chicks, a time I went to my great aunt's class to see the chickens, I do not know how long, the two chicks gradually grew up, and after a long time, the hen laid an egg, the egg to be hatched out of the chickens, 21 days later, the smell can be heard a little chicken call, see the situation, hear the sound.
I think the chicks are too poor, in the hen and rooster are not at home, to 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 and ran out to play.
While the great aunt did not pay attention to pick up an egg by hand, held in the heart of the hand gently caressing, a serious said: "Chickens do not be afraid, a moment you.
3. Write a 200-word essay on childhood funWhenever I eat watermelon, I will think of a silly thing I did in my childhood, which made the adults laugh and cry.
It was when I was five years old, my family was not too rich to eat anything good. Once, I heard people say that watermelon is very delicious, the flesh is red and sweet. So I asked my mom, "Isn't there a lot of (si) 'watermelon' in our house?" Since watermelon and loofah are very similar in the vernacular, my mom replied, "Yes! It's in the vegetable patch." I was so happy to hear it was really there.
I ran to the vegetable field, look at this and look at that, and suddenly my eyes lit up, found the "watermelon", and quickly picked it down. When I got home, I saw that my mom was not there, so I washed the melon and put it in my mouth. How come there was no flavor at all? Neither bitter nor sweet, look at the color is not red, inside all green, what happened? I thought for half a day and did not figure it out.
Suddenly I saw a bottle of red-colored things on the table, in fact, is a bottle of chili sauce, thought: Mom used to eat cucumbers, is to use this thing dipped to eat, this "watermelon" will not also eat this way? Right! It must be! Otherwise, why would people say that watermelon is red and sweet? As soon as I thought of this, I quickly brought my chopsticks and stirred up a large dollop of chili sauce and smeared it on the watermelon. Looking at the red "watermelon", do not even think about it, bite down hard, "Hey! This flavor how strange? Ah! So spicy! Spicy I put my tongue out, pick up a big bowl of water, "gulp, gulp" drink down.
4. An article about childhood anecdotes about 200 wordsEveryone has a childhood, and childhood anecdotes are just like the seaside shells of all colors, glittering in the seawater, exuding colorful luster, can not be counted. And now my hands still hold that one of the most glittering shells, that is also one of my most memorable childhood fun.
I remember that time, mom bought back some oranges, put them on the table and went to cook.
I can't resist the temptation to eat one. Unexpectedly, the nucleus is also swallowed in. This time I can panic - fear of kernels in the belly sprouting. So I went on a hunger strike. (At the time, I thought eating was fertilizing the kernels and drinking was watering them.) My mom noticed that something was wrong with me and asked me, "What's wrong?" After I told the story, mom and dad immediately laughed, about 10 minutes, mom told me: "the human body and the land is not the same, the plant to the belly will not germinate." I also giggled when I heard it
Haha! Funny, isn't it! My childhood is like this, silly things funny things a basket. Like to the snow doll bath, shaving eyebrows ...... is also so many interesting things, silly things composed of that colorful childhood, joyful childhood, fond of childhood. Although this golden time is slowly away from me, I'm not so stupid, I believe that childhood fun will become the most beautiful memories of my life.
5. Write a childhood anecdote to have the process of 200 wordsChildhood anecdote My childhood has many interesting things, but in my mind there is one that can never be washed away - planting snow.
It was a flurry of snowy days, I looked out the window at the silver world, full of joy. I avoided my mom and hid in a corner to "grab" those beautiful, white snow girls.
In a short while, my hands have caught a lot of snow girls.
In a short time, I had many snow girls in my hand. They were all different shapes and sizes.
I was so happy.
I was so happy. But after a while, they all turned into water and disappeared.
I was very sad. When I was sad alone, my good friend Fifi came to play with me.
When she saw my sad face, she asked me why I was sad, and I told her the whole story. I told her the whole story, and she and I came up with a solution.
"Right, right, the farmer uncle planted the grain into the ground, and next year it grows more grain again, why don't we plant the snow into the ground too, and wait until next spring, won't the snow grow again?" Fifi's idea reminded me at once. Said do it, I went home to get a small shovel and a plastic bag, Fifi also went home to secretly take my sister a red head rope.
In the southwest corner of my house dug out a fist-sized pit, the mouth of the plastic bag opened, we each put a handful of snow, I also said to the snow in the bottom of my heart: I hope you grow up quickly. Then tied the mouth, buried inside the small pit.
Snow planted, we are very happy, looking forward to a long time, looking forward to seeing those lovely snow girl again. Until now, I do not know, childhood childish me too naive and simple, how can snow seed it? However, such simplicity has made my childhood very full.
6. Write a composition about childhood Not less than 200 words53 people with the same question Childhood fun essay 400 words 2011-10-05 11:32 Question by: 99427647 |Views: 390115 | The question has been merged into >> Satisfactory Answer 2011-10-05 13:43 There are a lot of fun things in everyone's childhood. I'm certainly no exception. I'll tell you about a funny thing in my childhood.
It was a hot summer, I was playing in my grandma's house, my grandma's family lives in the countryside, she raised a lot of chickens. One day, my grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home, I was very angry, thinking, how can they be like this, go out without me.
I had nothing to do in the house, so I wanted to go to the chicken coop to see what the chickens were doing. I just went in, only to hear "bang", a hen laid an egg.
It's funny, I was curious to touch the egg, eh, hot, wet. A thought came to me.
I thought, chickens can lay eggs, then all the chickens in the chicken coop must be born, we should not pull out the eggs, grandma came back to see so many eggs, will not praise me, and may even reward me, right pull out the eggs! After thinking about it, I don't care how, grabbed a chicken to pull out, the chicken seems to know its own destiny as if, vigorously flapping its wings, want to escape, I'm, dead grasp of the chicken claws do not let go, to see whether it's great or I'm great, pull out half a day did not pull out, what happened, how to pull out, difficult to pull out, is it my reward is gone? I don't believe it, this one can't pull out in pulling out another one, I casually throw the chicken, and go to catch other chickens, those chickens see me coming, one by one, jumping up and down, as if the mouse sees the cat, pulling legs and run, I, I don't let go, one by one, go to catch the chicken, this is not, not even half an hour, I'm about to turn into the chicken hair people. It was not easy to catch a chicken, I got on the hand to pull out, pulling out the chicken "ow" screaming, and did not pull out, and then grabbed a ...... pulling out this chicken straight foam, I also ...... grandma! They came back, saw my mess, can not help but laugh, ask the reason, not only did not praise me, but also trained me a meal, and later, I realized that in addition to the hen in the chicken coop, the rest are all roosters.
This is an interesting thing in my childhood, it is not only fun, but also warn me: steal the chicken can not pick up the rice, do not do bad things with good intentions. Childhood is seven colors, is enthusiastic, lovely.
Childhood is so beautiful, that childhood fun and so? I am a girl in the north, hourly I like to play in the ice and snow, snowball fights, pile snowman. Whenever winter comes, goose feather snow falls down from the air, one by one, one by one, like silver flowers, like white butterflies.
Looking between heaven and earth, the only thing you can see is the snowflakes, like the petals blowing to the ground, one after another; like the seven fairies scattering flowers, fluttering in the sky. People standing in the snow, like squatting in the gin, only to see countless cotton wool flowers whisked to you, to give you a cover of white flowers.
When I got up in the morning, the wind settled and the snow stopped. Open the door, a white cold light piercing people's eyes.
So, my brother, my cousin and I picked up the shovel and piled up a snowman in the yard, white body, round head, cinderblock for black eyes, cotton pinched nose, but also upward! Cousin painted the snowman's mouth with red ink, and it was grinning and laughing at us! My brother used a piece of red paper to make a beautiful hat for the snowman. The snowman became much more graceful! Snowman piled up, and ushered in a big battle, my cousin threw a good snowball while I was not paying attention to me to attack, fortunately not big hit.
When I counterattacked my cousin, he was already hit by his brother's snowball, which opened the painting on the top of his head, which filled the yard with laughter. Cousin is not convinced, pick up the snowball to the brother attack, after one attack after another the laughter in the yard is even louder.
Childhood is so interesting ah! Childhood fun brings me joy, childhood is so good. Childhood fun Childhood is colorful, like the beautiful seashells on the beach; childhood is carefree, like the wave dolls all day heckling; childhood is innocent and sweet, like the mountain stream in the clear spring water.
Speaking of childhood, I can't help but think of a funny thing. I remember that I was four or five years old, once, the grandmother gave me and Ju Ju each a grain of high-level milk candy that makes people drool at first sight, which can be our two "little greedy cat" to the bad, really happy.
The two of us can not eat. I said, "Let's eat it, okay?" "Good, eat together!" Juju agreed.
I was quick on my hands and feet, and I unwrapped it in two clicks, I took out the candy and stretched my neck to see Ju Ju's. As soon as I looked at her candy, I got anxious: "Yours is bigger than mine!" "Where? Mine's missing a bit here!" "Hmph, mine's melted!" "Yours is thicker in color and has more milk!" "......" We argued and argued to no avail, both feeling at a disadvantage.
But as soon as we said we were going to switch, we turned around in a hurry and no one wanted to. We started eating the candy, "1, 2, 3!" and we ate it together.
Wow! It's so sweet, fresh and flavorful! After eating for a while, I said, "Take it out and see if you're bigger or I am!" "Yes!" Ju Ju said like a pug to the top of the sugar on the tip of the tongue out. I looked at it and stuck out my tongue like her, but she said she couldn't see it clearly, so I had to put the candy on the tip of my tongue, half of it on the outside, and tried my best to stick my tongue outward.
At this time, a puppy drilled into my feet, I can not dodge, the sugar on the tip of the tongue accidentally fell to the ground, it is a coincidence, my whole body forward, the right foot right on the sugar, alas, how to do? It was too late, too soon, I didn't have time to come back to my senses, and my foot had already stepped on the "baby". I was so angry and furious: "You stinking dog, rotten dog, dead dog!" I aimed at the dog's stomach and kicked, the dog was scared and fled.
I lifted my foot, broke off the sugar stuck on the sole with my hand, looked left and right, and couldn't throw it away. "Throw it away, do you still want to eat it?" Juju said sarcastically.
I rubbed my two sticky sugar-covered hands involuntarily, and stared at Ju Ju's mouth with my two eyes, that is, it was good to let me look at the milk candy. I kept gulping, wishing she would spit out the candy and bite half of it for me.
I can no longer look at it, just feel a sour nose, tears like broken beads down: "Mom, I want to eat ...... sugar ...... I want to eat ... ...Sugar ......" Now, the old man of time has come and taken away childhood in a hurry. I will not be as catty as before for a grain of sugar, not to mention crying.
7. my childhood fun essay one or two hundred wordsFunny things in childhood are the most precious. When I was a child, we made a lot of jokes because of the young and ignorant, open the box door of memory, childhood fun will come one after another. I was 5 years old, still in kindergarten school, young and ignorant me for the treasure trove of memory to add some dazzling colors.
One morning, I just got up, my father came to call me to eat. When I was eating, because my dad made it very thick, I couldn't drink it into my mouth, so I said to everyone, "How come this rice doesn't run to my mouth?" When everyone heard that, they laughed out loud. Afterwards, I realized that the rice would not run to my mouth by itself.
This incident has been with me for 8 years, whenever I mention this incident, we will still laugh a lot, but I believe that this incident will always be with me!
8. Write a paragraph happened in your childhood (200 words)That full of childish fun and happy childhood, how beautiful, how fond of ah! That one piece of interesting past events, like the stars in the sky always twinkle in the bottom of my heart.
It was when I was 5 years old, my grandma's family raised a nest of chicks, it was July, the weather was hot, I thought the chicks could swim, so I grabbed them one by one and put them in the water, I was afraid that the chicks climbed out, so I took a wooden board to cover them. After a while, I thought the chicks should have cooled down, so I lifted the board, but they all died. My aunt came back and asked me, "Where are the chicks? I told you all about it.
Grandma laughed and said, "Remember, chicks can't swim. I was ashamed to hear it.
There are so many interesting things in childhood, if they are a string of wind chimes, then when the wind blows, they will emit a burst of crisp and joyful laughter.
9. Ask for a 200-word essay on interesting childhood storiesInteresting childhood stories Everyone has a colorful childhood, and childhood is like a painting that contains our flawless memories.
There are many things that happened in childhood, let's open the door of the memory box, recall the beautiful childhood fun. I remember one time my mom was not at home, only I was at home.
The puppy ran to me to play, suddenly in my mind to come up with an idea, the puppy's hair is so long, why not help it cut a cut? I cut the puppy's hair in a mess. My mom came back and asked me what was wrong. I told her what happened, and she told me, crying and laughing, "The hair on the puppy's body is to keep him warm in winter, just like people wear cotton coats in winter, and then take off the coats and put on thin clothes in summer, and the puppy is the same, and he will "take off his coat" in summer. "So there is no need to cut his hair."
Childhood has many colorful things, these things are often so childish. The sky of childhood is always so blue, the things of childhood are always so sweet, and the things of childhood will always be remembered in our hearts.
10. composition, write a thing of childhoodHappy memories of childhood
In my memory, childhood is wonderful. It is like a huge storage box, filled with the joy of my childhood. Happened when I was a child are so interesting, but the most unforgettable very interesting thing or in my second grade in elementary school that happened to beat the eggs.
I remember that time, Grandma asked us to go to her place for dinner, and by the way, also let my mom help her cook a meal. When I came to my grandma's house, I happened to see my grandma beating eggs, and on a whim, I wanted to help my grandma beat eggs.
Because I was still very young, only five and a half years old, I have never been in the kitchen, not to mention that I do not know how to beat the eggs to master the skills, so at first I let my grandmother to do a demonstration for me. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Seeing how easily she beat the egg, I confidently said to her, "It's so easy to beat the egg, I learned it right away.
Then, I took out an egg and knocked it to the edge of the table, and I don't know what happened, but it broke all of a sudden, and the yolk and the white flowed all over the table. When my grandmother was about to speak, I quickly said, "It was a mistake! It was a mistake!"
The next few times, either too much force, yolk and egg white all over the table; or too little force, a wrench can not be wrenched! And I found a very ridiculous reason: "The brothers of the yolk are going to get together for a meeting to discuss whether they are prettier than the egg white or tastier than the egg white? And the sisters of the egg white are discussing how to make themselves as pretty as the stars? And if you put them in a small bowl, they're likely to fight in a group over their differences of opinion. So, I did it this way to make them discuss better!
Although Grandma really didn't want to waste any more eggs, she couldn't argue with me and took out two eggs and said, "This is your last chance!"
The first one predictably went to another meeting.
The second was my last attempt, and because I was so nervous, I put the egg directly into the bowl , and then hit it with my head, and the egg broke, but the shell couldn't come out. Alas! Just as I was annoyed out of the kitchen, then we can not help but laugh! It turned out to be just hit the egg when the hair also stuck on the yolk and egg white!
This interesting attempt, not only let me reap the benefits of happiness, but also let me understand a truth: everything has not been done can not be premature conclusions, some things seem simple to do hard, if I always like this for the wrong excuses, it is impossible to succeed! I want to go back to that happy and childish childhood!