Interesting childhood events
Everyone has an unforgettable childhood, those interesting past events are like the stars in the sky as brilliant, and often exudes a fascinating luster. These interesting events often appear in my mind, so that I still can not forget.
Childhood is childish and funny. I remember that time, mom because something is not at home, almost to the meal time, but I do not know how to cook, I thought: if I wash the dishes, mom cooking will not be faster? So I came up with a brilliant idea: Mom usually uses the washing machine to wash clothes, right? Why can't I use the washing machine to do the dishes? It would be faster and less laborious. I dumped the pot of vegetables that my mom was going to cook into the washing machine. However, I wasn't quite sure how to use it, but I understood the scale, so I just turned all the buttons on the washer to the maximum, and the washer started, and I was ecstatic: "It's so easy to start, it's really a piece of cake!" Then I laughed again. After a while, the washing machine stopped, "Hey, what's going on, why are the dishes broken?" I was a bit anxious and called my mom right away, "Mom, I washed the dishes in the washing machine, why are they all broken?" "Ouch! My baby, the washing machine can only wash clothes, but of course the dishes will be broken." Mom said to me in a serious way.
Childhood is childish and selfish. I remember one day, my family guests, mom cut the watermelon ready to receive guests, I went to the kitchen to see, "Wow, so many watermelons!" My mouth can not help but slowly flow out, really "suspected that the Milky Way fell nine days", I secretly the tip of the watermelon are bitten into the "crescent" shape, I thought: "I have bitten the tip, who will eat this? " Mom went to the kitchen to see, laughed at me and said: "eat the tip of the watermelon but will die." I was surprised, hurriedly said to my mom: "No way, I ate the tip of the watermelon will die?" Mom picked me up: "You, it's all because of gluttony!" I laughed wryly.
Ah, childhood is unforgettable, childhood happy ...... childhood everything, are y engraved in my mind, accompanied by my children's hearts soar, accompanied by my strong growth.
Teachers Comments: The work is vivid and interesting, through two things described the small author of an innocent, childish childhood. The whole text is cleverly conceived, rigorous structure, rich in imagination, language humor, flexible ideas, the words are beating between the lines of the child's innocent heart, reflecting the child's humor and wit of the child's interest, after reading let a person feel that the author of the childhood of the beautiful yearning and attachment. The whole work of the first and last echo, the end of the point of the center.
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1. Time flies, in a flash, I have gradually grown from a childish child into a vigorous, spirited teenager. About to graduate into secondary school, the alma mater gave me too much too much, at the time of parting, looking at the cradle of my growth - the alma mater, I can not help but feel a lot of dry. Campus life for me is like a treasure box, which hides a lot of treasures, although some have gradually lost their luster, but there is a pearl is still eye-catching ......
I remember that time, it is to celebrate the "June 1" festival and organized a special open The first time I saw the fire, I saw the fire, I saw the fire, I saw the fire, I saw the fire, I saw the fire. On the stage, all kinds of balloons dotted among them, colorful, really make people's eyes confused. With the host's exciting voice, the party began. One program after another brilliant, laughter, shouts, applause, a row, very lively! Everyone waved the fluorescent cupped, as if they became the twinkling stars, and the burning bonfire reflected, lit up the large playground covered by the night. It was the turn of our fifth grade to perform the four grand finale programs. During the songs, the days of rehearsal before the performance had become a fond memory, and we all put our hearts and souls into the performance. During the song "Can we not break up?", I had a lot of thoughts about the energetic steps of the dancers. Yes, doesn't this song express what we want to say at this moment in time? What we most want to say is: "Alma mater, can we not break up!" The end of the song, the whole audience applauded, this is the affirmation of our graduating class students, how can I forget?
The most exciting thing is the fire lighting ceremony. Teachers and pioneer representatives led us to shout slogans, a few energetic young pioneers began the torch passing ceremony, the party pushed to the *** . Torch burning in the night, reflecting the red face of everyone, surging the tide of everyone's heart ...... Listening to the teachers and students of the high and passionate recitation, I understand that the revolutionary flame needs to be inherited from one generation to the next ...... When the music played, everyone stepped on the joyful When the music played, everyone stepped in a cheerful rhythm, around the fluorescent fire danced a collective dance, some two a group, some surrounded by a small circle ...... The entire playground was infected by this atmosphere, everyone all boiled, began to revel in ......
What an unforgettable night ah! In the depths of my memory, this beautiful memories, and the flavor of the ten thousand colors, as a surging song, often in my heart singing ......
Childhood memories
Mention of childhood, can not help but remind me of a happy childhood. There are a lot of happy things in my childhood, I can't say that one, it's just too many to count!
In kindergarten, it was a wonderful time, fun to play, naive every move is free, because there is no homework, there is no burden, only one day to play happy that is a day of victory.
But there is one thing that I can never forget, y available in my mind. It happened like this. In a sunny afternoon, some of our children were playing jumping jacks, some had to play the slide. Children play the hot time, aunts let the children on the teacher's room to send apples to eat, just as the children scrambled to pile up at the door, I just ran over, I just got to the door, a child touched on the ground, he said I pushed, I do not dare to speak, I stood aside and watched, the teacher surrounded him and said that this is to say that, contacting the parents, I was afraid of the great, and kept shedding tears, and later on, the parents dealt with the matter. The things parents dealt with.
The next day, I do not love to go to kindergarten, but also particularly afraid, it was not my push. Since then, I went to kindergarten every day in tears, not out of breath. Do not want to go can not be helped, because mom and dad work, no one at home, I had to go to kindergarten, at the door I tears blurred my eyes, eyed my mother's back, I was afraid that someone said: "He is I pushed."
Essay on childhood memories 311 wordsMy childhood is filled with colorful stories, and there is one thing that I will never forget.
That incident happened when
I was in the second grade, I was very greedy at that time, when I saw other people eating ice cream, I was salivating, and I always wanted to buy an ice cream to relieve my hunger. Finally, I couldn't help it, one day, I secretly took two dollars in the piggy bank
money, I was afraid that my parents could see the cracks, after lunch, I rushed to bed, if it was in the usual, I have to dilly-dally for half a day before going to bed. Dad, mom are saying "Yu Meng today how to go to bed so quickly ah, performance really
good!" After school, I quickly bought two ice cream, to my best friend also bought a, my best friend and I ate ice cream with relish, heart very pleased. Mom heard from someone in class that many kids buy from the stalls
Something to eat. Mom said, "My kids would never buy anything from the stalls." Mom was still a little uneasy, so she went home and opened my piggy bank to check and found two dollars missing, just after I got home. Mom
Mom then asked me, "Did you take two dollars, tell me the truth." I was scared and stammered, "I .... I...took two dollars ....... went to buy ice cream." Mom was on fire and said, "How many times have I told you
not to buy the stuff in front of the stalls, it's unhygienic, you just don't listen!" Mom was furious and broke my piggy bank in a fit of rage. I "wow" cry, I regret, that
But my beloved piggy bank ah, if I listened to my mother, my mother will not break my piggy bank, if I had known that, why bother?
I decided that from now on, without the permission of my parents, I will never buy snacks to eat, and I have never made a similar mistake
Essay on Childhood Memories 500 words
Everyone in the golden childhood has a wonderful memory, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy are all rare. I also have a wonderful childhood, childhood sweet and sour, more profound than anyone else.
I remember when I was a child, once, when I was eating, I took the rice bowl, with a hand propped up his head with a spoon desperately in the rice, aunt see, busy saying: "Ugh, eat fast eat fast."
I had to reluctantly and hard to their own stuffed a few mouths of rice, eat all over the mouth, my aunt coaxed me to say; "Eat quickly, eat I invited you to eat McDonald's pull, OK?" Which know, aunt said to me is not very see the effect, I just have a few mouthfuls of rice together into the mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, reluctantly swallowed, alas!
The feeling at that time was really hard to see, "Auntie, I don't want this bowl, give me a new bowl, okay?" I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it. I said to my aunt, "I don't want this bowl, give me another one, okay?" I said to her, "I don't want this bowl. I saw my aunt picking up my rice bowl and heading to the kitchen. But after a while, she came out and said, "Come on, the rice is here."
I said, "Auntie, are you feeding me?" "Yes yes." Auntie fed me a few mouthfuls, and I told her again, "Auntie, I don't want this bowl!" The aunt walked back into the kitchen and came out and fed me again.
This went back and forth three times, and on the fourth time, I quietly went back to the kitchen with my aunt, trying to scare her, which, only to see my aunt put the bowl of rice on the table, and then gave me a bit of rice, and didn't even pour the rice, but gave me a bowl and a bowl. Hmph! At that time, I was really angry! But, after thinking about it, it seems like I was wrong yeah!
The memories of my childhood are so beautiful and funny!
2, "childhood memories" essay 500 words
Childhood is like a colorful box, full of candy, full of happiness, but also full of laughter, looking back, each event is like a crystal clear pearl, linked together like a beautiful dazzling necklace, flashing in my memory river.
I remember that it was a sunny day, I accompanied my mother-in-law to the street to buy things. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal, but I'm sure I'll be able to! The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go to the store! Another ear-splitting shout came into my ears. Grandma, Grandma, I want to try, okay? I tugged at the corner of my mother-in-law's coat and looked at her with anticipation. Granny agreed without saying a word. After I bought it, I stayed away from the bun. God knows, I bought it for the dog. I returned home in high spirits and pretended to say; it stinks! No wonder it's called doggy!
In fact, I smelled it, not bad! I said to Lan'er: Lan'er dog, I bought you a bun oh, come and eat it! I thought it would walk away without even sniffing, ignoring the bun. However, it turned out to be much more than I expected. Lan'er looked at me with excitement, wagged his little tail, and flew to the bun like an arrow, devouring it.
I was puzzled and said angrily: Humph! I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about! What the dog is not well! The dog obviously eat, what is this ah! Granny heard, also thought something, it was for the bun, and quickly explained to me: Well, well, that bun ah, not really a dog are not care, only, is a name only. I face a red, suddenly realized.
Childhood, like sand on the beach. Just pick up a grain, there is a story, joy, anger, sadness, happiness every time you look, feel new.
3, "memories of childhood" essay 500 words
Childhood is my treasure box, memories is its key, every time I open my treasure box, I will harvest a lot of happiness, cherish our childhood! It rarely snows in winter in Kunming, but one morning this year. I woke up, pulled open the curtains, the garden has been covered with thick snow, the sky and snow fluttering, Kunming snow.
I rushed out of the room, in this white world, those who have been flowing grass, at this time like hibernation, hiding in the snow under a thick blanket, it is difficult to see their traces. I grabbed a large white fat snow mass, let it fly ah fly ah, fly to me, into a sweep of cool water, that fluttering snowflakes, like goose feathers laying on the mountain, like dandelions were scattered to the earth, but also like a myriad of young and unnamable life, in the vast sky sinking, trembling, swirling.
The little snowflakes are so beautiful! Then I called my little friends to play together. I grabbed a handful of snow, pinched it into a circle, and threw it at one of my friends, and a white flower immediately bloomed on his back, and he also grabbed a ball of snow and threw it. I dodged left and right to avoid his attack. After we finished the snowball fight, we came back to build a snowman, only to see him roll a small snowball into a big snowball.
We used this to make its body, and then I learned his action rolled a small snowball, made its head, I also came from home that a carrot as its nose, and then picked up two small stones to do its eyes, the snowman is finished, we surrounded it round and round, jumping and jumping, it seems to take it as our friends. The snow has left a wonderful memory of my childhood.
4, "childhood memories" essay 500 words
Childhood is innocent, unforgettable years, in childhood, we weave a beautiful story every day; an insect, a toy, a discovery, an argument, seems insignificant, but contains our happiness, dreams and chase. And now I am no longer in childhood, and no longer have the innocent smile of childhood; when I think back to my childhood innocence, there is always a feeling of deep attachment, this feeling has let a person unspeakable dream.
My home in the north, hours I like to play in the snow and ice snowball fights, pile snowman. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snow from the air down, a, a cluster, like silver flowers, like white butterflies. Outlook between heaven and earth, only see the snowflakes fluttering, like blowing down the petals, fluttering; like the seven fairies scattered flowers, fluttering in the sky.
I still remember the snowman pile when I was ten years old. It snowed heavily the night before that day, and when I got up in the morning, the wind settled and the snow stopped. When I opened the door, a cold white light pierced my eyes. So my brother and I grabbed our shovels and built a snowman in the yard, white body, round head, cinderblocks for black eyes, and a nose made of pinched cotton that was still turned upward! My brother 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 a lot more graceful! The snowman was built and we laughed with joy.
Childhood is a painting, the painting has our colorful life; childhood is a song, the song has our happiness and joy; childhood is a dream, the dream has our imagination and longing. I can't get back the time of my childhood, I just want to cherish this wonderful time.
5. "Memories of Childhood" Essay 500 Words
Childhood, brings me many memories. In one piece of memories, there are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Piece by piece, the memories hover in my mind. Some of them are like branding in my heart, and some of them have long been fragmented, leaving only the dots of memories.
Some have long been forgotten. That bitter memory is that regrettable friendship. In the eyes of many people, it is that spiteful and willful, never grow up naughty children. I regret that I did not change my character, do wrong things do not admit. That sweet memory is the warm love my parents gave me. When I was successful, they always said on the sidelines that I should continue to work hard and not be proud. I heard every time, a little sour, I have succeeded, I should be well blessed.
How so? Perhaps, this is a sweet memory. Really sweet to the heart. That bitter memories is that hard learning, some people had said that my writing is good, I heard in my heart beautiful. However, in retrospect, if there is no teacher, without his tireless efforts, I will have this success?
Now Ren for, when the efforts, are worth it. That spicy memories, is bad behavior. The road always see that floating garbage, the school see that copying homework traces. Are we out of the mud?
See someone throwing garbage, is it learning or correcting or criticizing? See someone copying homework, is to report to the teacher, or the same as him, or turn a blind eye? These are tainted in childhood. Those salty memories are bad words. After all, good medicine is bitter, useful words to oneself, there is that is good to hear? Good words are called flattery. I will think of those words, but I will never hear them again. The childhood memories, but can never go back.
6, "childhood memories" essay 500 words
Think of my childhood, without fail to cause the unforgettable things of the past to say, remember that I was 8 years old in the summer, I and my father, my mother and the whole family accompanied by the whole family of my sister-in-law to the beach to swim.
Ah! The sea is very big, very big, at a glance really boundless. The blue sky reflected in the sea, the sea water became blue, clear to the bottom. I just saw the sea for the first time heart is very afraid. The waves saw us and walked towards us with gentle steps, as if saying, "Welcome to this beautiful place." It tickled my little feet, and I became bold. I went barefoot, put on my swimming trunks, and brought a ring life preserver, I got into it, it kept me safe while helping me learn to swim, and I couldn't wait to dive into the water.
I mimicked my dad's position beside me as I swam forward, my hands paddling in the water and my feet messing with the water behind me. "It's too late to run backwards." I said. A wave rose up and slapped me, and covered my head, and I just managed to suck in a breath and a gulp of water, which really scared me!
I saw my father and mother, they swim happily in various positions, really both envy and admiration. But when I think of myself, I can't help but feel frustrated. My dad swam over to me and taught me: "First, you have to change your breath, then exhale, and don't be nervous." I have no basis for swimming, I breathe in and out again and sucked in the water, dad's hopeful eyes and constantly encouraging my language, what can I say? Only to continue to learn ......
After I repeated practice, I finally learned to swim, I can swim out about 4 meters away. I'm so happy that I don't know how to describe my feelings at this time, I can't help but think of a famous saying: there is nothing difficult in the world, only the willingness to climb. This time I really climbed!
Essay Childhood Memories 35o wordsGrowing Candy
Childhood is like a colorful kaleidoscope, there are many wonderful things to remember. Speaking of which, I remember a funny thing that happened in my childhood ---- "planting candies".
At that time, I was only four years old, grandfather from the countryside to the city, saw my backyard has a piece of empty land. Grandpa decided to plant some vegetables, let me help him. He used a hoe to plow the soil, I will use my hands to pick up stones; he fixed the shelf, I will help him pull the line. Grandpa taught me while he was doing his work, saying, "You reap what you sow, and you reap what you sow."
Listening to these words, I remembered that when my aunt came to visit the other day, she brought me some candies. I then pondered: "If you plant the candy will not get candy?" As soon as I said that, I took the candy and a shovel, went to the open space that my grandfather had leveled, dug a hole, and excitedly put the candy in it. Then I filled that hole in, and prayed in my heart, Candy! Candy! You'll grow up quickly, and then I'll get lots and lots of candy. I went into the house full of hope.
After that, I went to see it every day, and watered it, hoping that it would sprout soon. So, day by day, I watched my grandfather's vegetables sprout and grow leaves, while the candy I planted didn't move at all. Could it be that I didn't plant it properly? I had to find out. So I brought a shovel and turned it over, and the candy was actually moldy. I ran into the house crying and shouted, "Grandpa lied! Grandpa lied!" Grandpa said inexplicably, "My good grandson, what's wrong?" I said angrily, "You're just cheating! ~Grandpa was puzzled by what I said, so I told him the whole story. Grandpa cried and laughed and said, "Son, how can candy be planted?"
I retorted, "Didn't you say 'you reap what you sow'?" "But candy is lifeless!" Grandpa said at length.
I nodded half-heartedly, but when I thought of the moldy candy, I cried out again. Grandpa hurriedly said, "Don't cry, I'll buy you candy!" Only then did I stop crying, with a sweet smile on my face.
"Childhood dreams, colorful dreams. The song of childhood, the song of joy. Childhood footprints in bunches, childhood stories in stacks."
Ah! The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do with my childhood, but I do know what to do with it!
Fourth grade essay childhood memories 170 words"The world is only good for mothers, and a child with a mother is like a piece of treasure." Yes, in other people's minds, mom is the angel in the child's heart, but in my mind, grandma is the most inseparable person in my life.
When I was very young, my mother left me early due to illness, and my father was away for many years, so I could only rely on my frail and sickly grandmother. I had to rely on my grandmother's meager pension to make ends meet. Nevertheless, Grandma always tried to cook something delicious for me. Once, I gave my grandmother a piece of meat for lunch, but she put it back in my bowl and said, "Teng'er, I don't like meat, you eat it! Grandma only wants you to study hard." Listening to my grandmother's words, looking at my grandmother's kind face, my nose was sore, lying on my grandmother's body and crying.
Subtitle essay childhood memories 700 wordsEveryone has his or her own colorful childhood, childhood is like a colorful painting, fascinating, reminiscent.
In the bubble of my memory, as a child, I liked to go to the park the most. Wearing beautiful clothes, I followed my parents to the park, I would go to the creek to say hello to the free little fish, to see if they grew up; I would go to the lawn to dance, attracting people to stop and watch. When I was tired, I would sit on the lawn and rest, quietly listening to the birds singing happily on the branches, the cries of the birds like a fresh symphony penetrating my heart. I go to see the delicate magnolia flowers, smell its elegant fragrance, make me relaxed. Lying on the lawn, I will see the blue sky, a few white clouds floating on it like thin cotton wool, I feel as happy as a little princess.
I love flying kites. Pulling the long line of the kite flying in the wide square, the kite in my hands slowly rise up in the air, higher and higher. The kite is so happy, in the sky it can see a big, big place, can see a lot of things, I'm so envious of it. It is because of the kite, I grew up hoping that one day I can fly to the sky, to enjoy the feeling of looking down on the earth.
I also like butterfly. In the flowers, butterflies like to stay on the brightly colored petals. I will slowly approach, left, right, although rarely catch the butterfly, although I am tired and sweaty, but I will still run around to chase the beautiful butterfly, like a happy bunny tireless.
Everything changes, like the unpredictable weather. Time does not go backward, we can only move forward, can not go back to the past, happy childhood can only recall ......
Memories of childhood Essay 600 wordsInteresting childhood events
Everyone has an unforgettable childhood, those interesting past events are like the stars in the sky as glorious, often exudes a fascinating luster. These interesting past events often appear in my mind, so that I still can not forget.
Childhood is childish and ridiculous. I remember that time, my mother because something is not at home, it is about to meal time, but I do not know how to cook, I thought: if I wash the dishes, mom cooking will not be faster? I thought, "Wouldn't it be faster if I washed the dishes?" So I came up with a brilliant idea: Didn't my mom usually use the washing machine to wash her clothes? Why can't I use the washing machine to do the dishes? It must be faster and less laborious. So I dumped the pot of vegetables that my mom was going to cook into the washing machine. However, I was still a little bit not very good at using it, but I still understood the scale, so I just turned all the buttons on the washing machine to the maximum, and the washing machine started, and I had a burst of ecstasy in my heart: "It's so easy to start, it's really a piece of cake!" Then I burst out laughing again. After a while, the washing machine stopped, "Hey, what's going on, why are the dishes all broken?" I got a little anxious and immediately called my mom, "Mom, I'm using the washing machine to wash the dishes, why are they all broken?" "Ouch! My baby, the washing machine can only wash clothes, of course the dishes will be broken." Mom said to me in a serious way.
Childhood is childish and selfish. I remember one day, my family came to the guests, mom cut the watermelon ready to receive guests, I went to the kitchen to see, "Wow, so many watermelons!" My mouth can not help but slowly flow out, really "suspected that the Milky Way fell nine days", I secretly the tip of the watermelon are bitten into the "crescent" shape, I thought: "I have bitten the tip, now who will eat? " Mom came to the kitchen, laughed and said to me, "Eating the tip of the watermelon will kill you." I was surprised and hurriedly said to my mom, "No way, will I die if I eat the tip of the watermelon?" Mom picked me up, "You, it's all because of gluttony!" I laughed wryly.
Ah, childhood unforgettable, childhood happy ...... childhood everything everything, are y engraved in my mind, accompanied by my childish heart soaring, accompanied by my strong growth.
Teachers Comments: The work is vivid and interesting, through two things depicted the small author of a naive, childish childhood. The whole text is cleverly conceived, structured, imaginative, humorous language, flexible ideas, between the lines are jumping with the child's innocent heart, reflecting the child's humor and wit of the child's interest, after reading let people feel the author of the childhood of the beautiful yearning and attachment. The whole exercise echoes the first and last, the end of the point of the center.
I wrote it, I hope it will help you, with teacher comments
Essay: Childhood memories 800 wordsTurning over the old books, the memory of my childhood surfaced in my mind ......
I remember that it was a winter ... ...
I was only seven years old at the time, very playful, looking out of the window at the feathery snow, I want to go out to play. Of course, my mom wouldn't let me because it was still snowing. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on this. I walked a few steps and looked back, walked a few steps and looked back, what was I looking at? The footprints, of course! I looked at my own footprints and then looked at my mom's footprints and asked, "Mom, why are your footprints so much deeper than mine?"
"Because I'm an adult."
"So is it true that my footprints will be so much deeper when I grow up?"
"Yes."
"Oh, then I'm going to grow up fast."
My mom and I built a snowman in front of the house. Of course, she did most of the work, but I did all the decorating. Two stones of different sizes and colors are the eyes of the snowman, a thicker branch is the nose, and the strange cloth is the mouth. Two large branches when the snowman's arms, the whole snowman looks childish and cute, passers-by to see all the handsome, only I stupid continue to decorate the snowman.
Now think about it, then I was really cute, footprints are not necessarily adults on the deep ah. But also right, at that time only seven years old only ah, do not understand is also deserved. Then think of that snowman, now they want to laugh, simply too weird.
Remember that fall ......
My classmates and I strolled in the woods, yellow leaves floating down with the wind, like a beautifully dancing elves. A gust of wind blew by, "clattering" sound resounded, in the quiet woods especially clear. My classmates and I walked for a while, feeling bored, even if the scenery is beautiful, but also the same, nothing new. I mentioned an idea: "xxx, why don't the two of us compete to see who can find more types of leaves, how about it?" She immediately nodded her head, and the two of us looked at each other for a moment, searching for leaves without knowing what we were looking for. Not knowing what to ask, as if someone had designed it, we both found a leaf at the same time. Neither one of us would let the other go, and we just stood there for three minutes, and eventually, it was me who gave up, and we started looking again. A little while later, we both came back. Why? Because it was getting dark. We counted the leaves and were surprised to find that we had found the same ones! We both laughed a little and said at the same time, "This is God's way of messing with us." We both froze and I said, "It's getting dark, let's go home." She nodded. We went home.
Although it is just a game, but it reflects the stubbornness and tacit understanding of the two of us, now think about it, the two of us are really destiny ah, huh.
The dots and dashes of childhood slowly gathered in my mind, more and more memories were unearthed, and now I find that my own self at the time was so naive, so lovely ......
Childhood memories essay 70 wordsChildhood memories
I vaguely remember my childhood,
the I can't help but think that I'm a bit of an idiot.
In the morning sunshine, we sang and laughed,
and chased and played in the grass.
I always wanted to pick the moon from the treetops,
I always wanted to treasure the stars in the sky,
and the ideas I had as a child were so weird and strange.