Childhood topic composition 1 childhood is like a colorful box, which contains my colorful growth experiences.
I remember when I was four years old, I went to school one day. The teacher said, "As long as a flower grows fast, our children will grow up like a flower, like a teacher who waters us after school." I wonder if when I grow up, there won't be a pot without my own ideas? So I think a flowerpot came out of the house, got some soil, buried his feet in the ground, and then I stood in the flowerpot. After a while, I thought: this should be high! I think, with the original or sample, I have worked hard on our brains! There is something missing. I smeared the body with mud, then picked up a little cold water and punched it on the head. "Friend, stop, stop, persist, and persistence is victory." I said to myself in my mind. By the way, what else? Forget about your own water. Let dad come back and pour it for me.
After a while, dad came back. He looked at me and said in surprise, "Oh, what do you want? Look what you have done. " Dad will give me a bath at once. After listening to my story, he couldn't help laughing and said, "The teacher wants you to study hard. How could you ... "Listen, I smiled shyly.
Didn't you laugh too? Didn't you add another color box?
Childhood topic composition 2 When I was a child, I had an inventor's dream, and I also made a lot of things in a rough way, but in the end they were all rubbish.
In the past, there was a big ant nest in front of my house. A large group of ants always climb home and often eat millet at home. Do you find it irritating? Every time I see millet spilled all over the floor, I want to kill them one by one. Don't! I have to invent an "ant killer" to deal with these hateful guys.
After several days of careful consideration, I not only drew a sketch, but also prepared useful resources. Everything is ready now, except for the east wind. I didn't say much, so I started to work at once. First, I took an empty bottle and put the burnt incense on the bottom of the bottle. Then I took the bottle cap back, formed a small hole, put a straw at one end and a tied cigarette at the other, hahaha! "Chen's ant repellent" was invented successfully! I seem to see the results and can't wait to experiment. A big war is about to break out.
I took my "sharp weapon" to the front of the ant nest and shouted: "Ant thief, it's your end, watch me clean you up!" "The ants seem to understand my declaration of war. Suddenly, a large group of ants swarmed in, quickly positioned themselves, and the ant king came out. As the saying goes, "Catch the thief first", I went home and took out my toothpick. I rushed up and gave a jab and failed. They are too strict to kill the queen ant. I quickly took out my "killer" and sprayed it on the ants. Smoke rolled in.
I don't want to mention how happy I am that the invention I once thought was useless finally worked.
Childhood topic composition 3 I remember someone saying that if tomorrow is chocolate hidden in a box, it is mysterious and worth looking forward to; Yesterday was a cup of bitter coffee, mellow and unforgettable! Yes, yesterday was beautiful and childhood was happier.
When I was young, I was ignorant and did a lot of stupid things! That day, my father was angry because I lied, but I was still playing games happily there. While I was playing games, my father was looking for something there. He looked everywhere, but he couldn't find it. And I saw my father in such a hurry, so I went over and asked naively, "Dad, Dad, what are you looking for?" Dad replied, "I want to find a stick." "When I heard that Dad was looking for a stick, I said," Dad, I know where there is a stick. A moment, please. "Say that finish, I went to find a stick. After a while, I found my father an iron bar 2 meters long and 2 centimeters wide. I had a hard time getting this stick! Just now, I always wanted to pull him out of the gap in the washing machine, but I didn't know it at the time. With a slight pull, this big stick will come out of the gap like me. I happily thought I had done a good deed, so I handed the stick to my father. I didn't expect my father to grab the stick and start hitting me. At this moment, I suddenly realized that my father wanted this big stick to hit me! Knowing this, I began to beg for mercy.
Year after year, when I grow up, I won't do anything stupid to help my father find a stick, but I still miss my wonderful and interesting childhood. I finished this cup of coffee yesterday. This chocolate will also be served on the table tomorrow. Childhood has passed, but the childhood in memory is immortal.
Childhood topic composition 4 Everyone's childhood is very interesting, and mine is not dull. Today I will tell you an interesting story about my childhood.
My favorite thing when I was a child was to open toys. When I was a child, I didn't know there was nothing in the toy. Some of them can still pretend to play, some are half dead, and some can't play at all.
I'm going to "show my talents" again and do my anatomy toy experiment. I have a toy at hand. This is an airplane. As soon as I turn on its switch, it will make a sound, as if people are talking. Some parts of it are illuminated. Now I know those lights are plane lights. When I was a child, I thought it was some glowing elves jumping on it. It is smooth all over. When I was a child, I saw that candles were white and smooth, and I thought they were waxed. I started to dismantle it, poking it here, pulling it there, knocking on the wheel and knocking it off. I'm sweating with anxiety. It suddenly occurred to me that the doctor put plaster on the broken leg, and the plaster used for painting looked like white brick, as if it were white brick. I immediately ran to my mother and said in a hurry, "Mom, it's not good. One leg of the plane is broken. Repair with white bricks! " "
At first my mother didn't understand what was going on. When she saw "Ha ha ……", her mother laughed her head off. I asked my mother, "Mom, what are you laughing at?" After a while, my mother told me what happened, told me that plaster and white bricks are not the same thing, told me why, and said that it is normal for toys to break sometimes.
My childhood was interesting, wasn't it? When I have time, let's compare whose childhood is the most interesting, fun and naive.
Childhood topic composition 5 bid farewell to the mask of hypocrisy and be true to yourself; Say goodbye to embarking on a strange journey alone; Say goodbye to childhood and enter the colorful flower season.
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When I was a child, I always looked forward to growing up quickly, because I could study like my parents without exams. Gradually, I spent a wonderful childhood and entered a flower-like teenager. I changed from a little sandman to a "dazzling" pearl. But now I miss my childhood and yearn for it. When I grow up, I want to go back to childhood. But there is no regret medicine in the world. Now I want to bid farewell to my childhood and cherish the present.
Say goodbye to childhood, out of immaturity, out of ignorance, towards maturity, into the flower season and rainy season, into a world of their own. Although it is beautiful, it is beautiful, but there is something naive, lovely and sincere here. The sky is still the same gray, the same rain, maybe this is maturity.
Say goodbye to childhood and try to forget, but who can really forget? Childhood is beautiful and naive. Childhood images come to mind one by one, which is unforgettable. The photos of my childhood are so cute. But now I am mature, more heavy, less cute and less naive, but I also have my own ideas.
Say goodbye to childhood, "break your own path" and move towards your own youth. Here we feel the joy and pride of dedication, and let us go to our own world. Find your own colorful sky. Here, we are mature, we have our youthful footprints, and we miss our childhood.
Say goodbye to childhood and go with youth!
Say goodbye to childhood, let's embark on our own youth road!
Say goodbye to childhood!
In my photo album, there is a funny photo of a boy of seven or eight years old, pouting and blowing on his fingers. There are still a few small tears in my eyes! That was what I looked like when I was young. It was the summer vacation four years ago. My brother and I came to the seaside to play and saw many children our age playing at the seaside. Some of them have small nets in their hands and don't know what they are doing. My brother and I took a close look. So we are catching crabs. Crabs like to hide in cracks and holes. As long as you want to get close to them, they hide, as if they were playing hide-and-seek with us. Looking at some children, some squatted down and dug a small hole with their hands to let the crab climb into the trap.
I am very happy to watch them play, and my brother and I are also infected by them. Each of us found a bottle and a small net and joined the crab-catching team. My brother and I looked at the terrain of catching crabs separately, so that we could catch crabs at once. Suddenly, my brother shouted, "Come on, I found the crab's shelter!" " I rushed over and saw my brother push away a big stone, which was upside down. A large nest of crabs came out. As big as a walnut. The small one is only the size of a thumb. There are at least a dozen in this nest.
The crab's' refuge' has been moved and there is nowhere to hide. I hurried to catch the biggest one, but it was only the cleverest one. As soon as I reached out, I was caught in its powerful pliers. The more I pull back, the harder I pinch. Then I threw it hard and it was thrown with a bang. But my hand hurts like hell. Touch my right hand with your left hand. Soon, my mother came and asked me to go back with my brother, so we had to go home reluctantly.
This is the most unforgettable thing in my childhood. Favorite photo.
Childhood topic composition 7 childhood is colorful, just like a beautiful shell by the sea; Childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, I can't help but think of an interesting thing that happened in my childhood.
When I was five years old, the kindergarten teacher asked us to grow things. As soon as I got home, I began to look for seeds. But I didn't know what seeds were at that time. Just as I was struggling, I suddenly saw a picture of my favorite seven-color flower with a watercolor pen. At this time, I suddenly thought of the homework left by the teacher and thought: If I plant the painting, can I grow the seven-color flowers in the story? I muttered: "We must plant seven-color flowers and let my parents make a wish with me!" " "
The next day, after mom and dad went out, only grandpa stayed at home to take care of my brother and me. At this time, I picked up the painting and ran to the house. I took out a small shovel with great interest, patiently turned over the soil, then took out the painting, planted it carefully, and covered it with water and fertilizer. I said silently in my heart: "flowers! Flowers! Grow up quickly! I will take care of you with my heart! "
A few weeks have passed and I am looking forward to it. Seven-colored flowers didn't grow in the pot, not even seedlings. I came to my parents with a sad face and told them what had happened. Who knows that they laughed, and my mother smiled and said, "Silly child, how can a painting sprout?" Why don't you try planting beans? You will surely grow bean sprouts! "With the help of my mother, although I didn't grow seven-color flowers, I planted my favorite bean sprouts!
Now, the old days have taken away his childhood in a hurry. I won't paint seven-color flowers as before, thanks to the old man, because he has compiled the purest book since childhood and printed it in my heart.
Childhood topic composition 8 has been in junior high school in a blink of an eye, and the students have also entered their youth. Looking back, six years of ups and downs have now become our cherished memories.
I still remember that from the first to the third day of junior high school, Mr. Liu once told us to jump the long rope and almost wrestled. I still remember that when the shift was about to change, I held the last hug with Mr. Liu, who was also trying to control his tears. I still remember when Mr. Liu announced that he couldn't take us to the fourth grade, the class occasionally sobbed through the classroom ... In the fourth grade, the new class teacher, Mr. Pei, was very mean to us. In class, we finished today's class, and the teacher asked us to do a few questions, so we asked if it was homework, but the teacher insisted that it was not. Finally it became homework. In the fifth grade, we changed the head teacher again, but Chinese was taught by the head teacher and math was taught by Mr. Pei. The new head teacher's surname is Chen. Because we are easy to deal with from grade one to grade four, the school asked Mr. Chen, who is old and in poor health, to teach us, so that it is easy and not tiring to teach. However, we let Mr. Chen down. Not only are we more disobedient than before, but we have also added many bad habits.
On the first teacher's day of grade six, Tian Wei and Peng Qian and I went to the classroom to put down our schoolbags and ran to Miss Liu's classroom. At the door, we asked Tian Wei to take out the prepared gifts and hand them to the teachers from our hands. Every pass represents our respect and care for our teachers. After Mr. Liu took it, we clearly saw that the teacher's eyes were red, but he did hold back his tears and let us hurry back to the classroom. In fact, when we turned around, Teacher Liu shed tears, and so did we. ...
I leaned against the window and suddenly sighed: "Childhood is so good, so good ..."
Time is like sand between your fingers. It passes in a blink of an eye, and everything has long since ceased to exist. It's like a bird flying away, never to be seen again, leaving the wind whistling. ...
Childhood is about to die, it is impossible to leave any traces, and it is impossible to leave any regrets ... nothing can be left, just to return to the original point.
The stars are shining brightly. After one night, there were no identical stars and no identical moon on the second night.
After one season has passed, there will be no identical leaves and dandelions in the next season.
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Childhood is a treasure chest decorated with pearls, which needs the key of happiness and treasure to open. After many years, the key can no longer open the treasure chest of childhood, but childhood has never rusted, it will not rust, and it will remain in our memory forever.
Childhood is the sweetest fruit left in memory, the most beautiful fairy tale, the brightest star ... a past that can never be returned, and a unique existence. When it is impossible to come back, you must remember, remember all the happiness and love, remember all the pain and growth.
Flowers bloom silently, flowers fall silently, and everything is silent.
Childhood is gone and there is no sound.
Let childhood pass quietly, and good memories remain in your heart and mine.
Goodbye.
Childhood that will eventually pass away.
Childhood topic composition 10 childhood is colorful, colorful, childhood is spring, and nothing can stop it; Childhood is like a raging sea, constantly beating our happy hearts; Childhood is happy, rich and beautiful, but my childhood is gone forever, which reminds me of many things in my childhood.
What is this? That's it-mistook Dad's bowl of wine for a glass of wine.
Things have to be said here. It happened on New Year's Day. My winter is September. That day, our family went to the hotel for dinner. When I arrived at the hotel, my aunt said: "Happy New Year, the New Year is over, and we begin to eat. I drink cola drinks, which are the same color as my father.
I started eating. I was hungry, so I began to eat. After eating, I said, "I'm full, I'm full." I like playing. After playing for a while, I was thirsty. I rushed to my father, regardless of 372 1. I picked up the glass on the table and took a few sips. Suddenly I felt a little bitter in my mouth and smelled of old wine. When my heart shakes, I won't drink my father's old wine again, otherwise coke won't taste like this. I may just take my father's wine in a hurry.
Dad smiled when I told him about it.
Childhood is happy, happy and full of hope, and the future of childhood emerges in my mind.
Childhood topic composition 1 1 childhood is a painting, which contains our colorful life; Childhood is a song that sings our happiness and happiness; Childhood is a dream, which contains our imagination and longing.
Once, I found a photo of my childhood in the cupboard, with a smile floating around my mouth. That's a photo of my mother and I picking up cotton tidbits in Binjiang Corridor.
Before and after the Dragon Boat Festival every year, the pods of kapok trees in the riverside promenade burst open, and clusters of cotton tidbits fell with the wind, landed on the grass and floated in the air. If it rains on a sunny day, cotton tidbits will float down for a while, which is really like a heavy snow. At this time of my childhood, my mother would choose to take me to the grass to pick up cotton tidbits on weekends. My fingertips picked up two or three clusters of cotton wool, gently put it into the bag I brought, and then picked it up. Pay attention to your ears when you answer it. If you hear the sound of "drawing a pen" in a tree not far away, run to the tree quickly, and you will pick up half a pod and take out a white cotton wool from it. My happiness is much happier with the increase of cotton tidbits in my bag. My mother and I made some cotton tidbits collected into dolls' pillows. If I have a large collection, my mother will make me a pillow to sleep in, warm in winter and cool in summer, and accompany me into a wonderful dream.
Childhood is like a crystal ball, reflecting the happiness and joy of our childhood. My unforgettable childhood!
Childhood topic composition 12 childhood life is extremely happy and unforgettable. I can't help laughing when I think of an incident six or seven years ago.
That year, my mother asked my aunt to take care of me because she wanted to have a little brother in the hospital and my father had to go to work. Looking at me, who is usually clever and sensible, my aunt slept with confidence. Hey! What a bore! What should a person do? I like painting very much, so I can take action.
In a short time, an art book is full of small animals with different dynamics. This little book is not enough for my teeth! I searched everywhere and finally found a big piece of paper. I pulled the big quilt covered by menstruation off the bed and laid it flat on the ground. This extra-large paper is really heavy. At the age of three, it really takes all your strength to suck milk! I lay on it and drew happily: This is a rabbit with long ears, short tail and red eyes. Also eat radishes; Dogs, kittens, chickens and ducklings are still playing hide-and-seek ... hey! Aunt is really lazy. She obviously came to play with me, but now she is asleep. There's nothing I can do about her. When the quilt is finished, I will draw on the sheets.
"Aunt! Aunt! " I shouted. "What's the matter?" The sleeping aunt woke up from her sleep and asked absently. "You see how cute I draw! Better than children! " I pointed to the painting and said proudly. Aunt looked surprised and said, "You painted them all. How cute! " I pouted proudly and said, "Of course!" Aunt hugged me and kissed me and said, "It's a great painting, but you have to draw in art books in the future, but you can't scribble!" " "I am very happy. Mom was angry and laughing when she found out.
Childhood is gone forever, but the wonderful life of childhood will always be engraved in my heart. My childhood is really funny, my childhood is really happy, and I miss my childhood very much.
Childhood topic composition 13 childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart; Childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you memorable; Childhood is like a rainbow after a storm, colorful and dazzling. The wind can't blow away this warm memory; Rain is falling all over the moving melody, only the lovely sunshine shines on him and preserves it. ...
One day when I was a child, I made an appointment with my friends to play in the fields. It's time. I can't wait to get dressed and run away. ...
In other places, friends came one after another. "Otherwise, let's have a water fight!" I suggested. "Yes, yes!" Friends also echoed. "So, now! ! ! "
When I came to the east of the venue, I panicked: Oh, this is bad, this is my sister's "base"! If she finds out ... dare not think, dare not think, be alert! ! !
"Come out!" Sister said. "No, you can see this …" I said incredulously. "Ha ha, hurry up and surrender." "Ok, I surrender!" "That's more like it."
However, ginger is still old and spicy. When my sister wasn't looking, I immediately hit back at her. "Shit, I was fooled!" "Ha ha, I won!"
Tired of playing, I lay on the grass in the field and counted the stars. The grass is so soft and comfortable. Soon, I entered a sweet dream. ...
Childhood topic composition 14 in my childhood, there were many things like sea water, countless. But the most unforgettable thing is the stupid thing I did.
That day, my grandmother and I went shopping. Because I was young and thirsty, I thought I could drink anything. When I got home, grandma went to buy food and showed me the house, so I agreed. I was too thirsty to stand up, so I went to the refrigerator to find a drink. Suddenly, I saw something in a jar. I didn't know what it was, so I took it out. I saw something that could be opened on it, so I tried my best to open it. I saw that the contents were yellow, so I stopped drinking anything. Grandma came back and asked me to help her get food, so I went. But the action at that time was like being drunk and shaking while walking. Later, I told all the facts to my grandmother. After listening, she told me with a smile that it was wine and children could not drink it. As soon as I heard the words "I can't drink", I burst into tears and said, will I die? I don't want it, don't! Wow-"The more I cry, the more it hurts. Finally, my grandmother lied to me and said, "Don't cry, my grandmother will sober you up." Grandma took a piece of candy out of her pocket and handed it to me. After that, I stopped crying because my grandmother gave me "hangover medicine".
I still think it's funny in retrospect.
Childhood topic composition 15 childhood, happy time, good memories, childhood is as beautiful as spring, only happiness without troubles. Don't listen to adults, don't do housework and don't do anything else. Eat, drink and sleep. Growing up under the care of my mother.
When I was hungry, my mother cooked for me. When I am thirsty, my mother pours me water to drink. Tired of playing, my mother sings and I sleep; I fell, and my mother helped me up and comforted me; Others bullied me, and my father helped me. There are many, every point is a happy time.
With the care of my parents, I grew up happily and lived a happy childhood. I will never forget this moment. But at this time, I have become a middle school student, a sensible child. Now there are worries and worries, but worrying about everything, sometimes boring a small day. Studying every day, there is less and less time for activities. These things add up to kill me. Sometimes when chatting with classmates and doing other things, I have conflicts with my classmates because I am upset. Things have subsided, and I will try my best to make up with my classmates. Because they are all my good friends, I can't be separated from my friends because of contradictions.
Listening to parents' nagging and doing housework now is like carrying a heavy burden. Although this is also a kind of love. i do not want to grow up. Growing up with too many troubles makes me feel too tired. I really want to go back to my childhood. Here are my happy times, good memories and carefree days. I was the happiest person in the world when I was a child. I don't want to grow up!