Childhood Memories in Three-Minute Mandarin (Selected 13)
Childhood is worth remembering , there are colorful footprints in it. In the twenty-first century, you still can't speak Mandarin? I've organized a three-minute Mandarin about childhood memories for you below, I hope it will help you.
Childhood memories three minutes Mandarin Part 1
Childhood is like a colorful box, full of candy, full of joy, 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 going to buy some buns. The first time I saw this, it was a very good day for me to go shopping. Another burst of ear-piercing shouts reached my ears. Grandma, Grandma, I want to try, okay? I tugged on 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 and ignore the bun. However, the result was not what 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 if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this. What the dog is not well! The dog obviously eat, what is this ah! Granny heard, also thought what is the matter, the original is for the buns, hurried to explain to me: Well, well, the buns ah, is not really a dog are not care, only, is a name only. I face a red, suddenly realized.
Childhood, like sand on the beach. Casually pick up a grain, there is a story, joy, anger, sadness, happiness every time you look at it, feel refreshed.
Childhood memories three-minute Mandarin Part 2My childhood was spent in my hometown of Meizhou, where mountains and water, where surrounded by mountains on all sides, in the middle of the mountains is a crystal clear river, surrounded by lush green vegetables and fresh fruits ...... That was the activity room of my childhood, was once my favorite place, where both the spring, summer, fall and winter, all contain endless joy.
Whenever the early morning slowly approaching us, I will follow my cousin, cousin, adults to the farmland, watering and fertilizing the plants, which is a lot of fun for me, I am watering at the same time, but also from time to time with my cousin in the field chasing and playing, a small footprints left in the undried soil, became one of the scenery here.
Almost noon, we all busy a morning, finally watered the farmland, looking at the wet and fertile land, we are happy to smile. At this time, the fiery red sun hanging in the distant sky, fierce sunlight on each of us, my cousin and I can not stand the fierce sunlight, so we came to the clear river water, under the big tree to cool off. We often take the road to pick up a small stone, to the water, threw a hard, the water immediately bitch out, impartial, just drenched us, the cool water hit this our face, cool. The ripples stirred up by the small stones rippled round and round, gradually flowed to the far side of the sky, we kept throwing small stones, again and again by the river water to the face, like in the bath as cool and comfortable.
Whenever night comes, a bright full moon hangs in the sky, and countless little stars blink their little eyes and gaze fondly at the earth. At this time, it is time for us to eat fruit, our family gathered in a large circle, quietly savoring the watermelon planted by Grandpa, the watermelon is big and round, sweet and beautiful, icy and refreshing, and the tiredness of the laborers is gradually comfortable, and the fatigue slowly dissipates and gradually disappears.
My childhood has many, many sweet memories, slowly becoming my favorite childhood memories.
Childhood memories three-minute Mandarin Part 3Childhood, 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 carved in my heart like a brand, 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. Every time I heard, 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, someone 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 any 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. That 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 can no longer hear them. Childhood memories, but can never go back.
Childhood memories of three minutes of ordinary speech Part 4Childhood is innocent, unforgettable years, in childhood, we weave a beautiful story every day; an insect, a toy, a discovery, an argument, seemingly 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; in my recall of 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 to the ground petals, fluttering; like the seven fairies scattered flowers, fluttering in the sky.
I still remember the snowman pile when I was ten years old. The night before that day there was a heavy snow, get up in the morning, the wind set, 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 so much more beautiful! 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.
Childhood memories three-minute Mandarin Part 5A beautiful remote mountain village, an ancient hut, open the door to see not far away from the rolling hills, the mountains have lush trees and upright green bamboo, in front of the house there is a wide playground, the playground around the planting of a lot of flowers and grasses, in front of the door is a never-ending flow of the river, behind the house is a large garden, which will always have the most fresh This is the place where I spent my childhood, and it was such a beautiful environment that created such a spiritual me.
At that time, there was no kindergarten in my hometown, so I went directly to the first grade, that year, not enough to five years old, would have been small, and the figure is smaller than the same age of small children, my mother held my hand to report to the same looks small and delicate female teacher refused to take me in, that I was too small is not enough to read the age of the mother and she rubbed a very long time, and finally persuaded this one is also a significant part of my life, and I have a lot to learn from her. I was able to persuade this teacher, who also played a significant role in my life, to take me in. Mom's choice is wise, from the first day of school, my smart day by day, the first semester final exams took a double hundred, the first in the class. Teachers like me, classmates "worship" me, the second semester of the June 1 Children's Day, Mr. Liu personally gave me a bright red scarf, that proud ah!
I have always been the star of the campus, to the third grade, a fifth-grade boys - four or five years older than me, the exams are always failing, bullying me, I do not remember what it is now, can not beat him, his home is next to the school, I rushed to his home, the door is open, but no one in the room! The gate was open, but no one was in the room. There were flower pots on the stone blocks on both sides of the gate, so I picked up one of them and smashed it with all my strength into the hall of his house, and the flower pot broke, and I was nicknamed "the little brute" from then on, but no one dared to bully me from then on.
Childhood memories of the three-minute Mandarin Part 6
Childhood memories of a lot of, some are clear, like yesterday's events, vivid in your mind; some are fuzzy, if there is nothing, déjà vu.
When I was a child, my parents were busy catching the revolution to promote production, and had no time to take care of our siblings, home is often an iron general gate, separating us from the outside world. At that time, my family lived on the third floor, there is a lanai, we often in the lanai and downstairs buddies chat. Once I was not careful, my favorite stainless steel spoon from the lanai fell down, no one below, I can not see my spoon fell where, I have been guarding the lanai, staring at the strange pedestrians, afraid that they picked. As soon as my mom came home and opened the door, I rushed downstairs to pick up my spoon, but it was just a small place, and I searched for half a day and couldn't find it, but someone picked it up, and I was very sad. This also became a knot in my heart, grew up every time I saw the production of beautiful spoons, are in love, would like to have for themselves, now my cupboard stainless steel spoons than bowls.
We live in this house behind the hill, a lot of vegetable fields on the hill, then Hou and my partners also have their own vegetable fields, very small, just one or two feet square, is the use of the edge of the foot remnants of it, the vegetables in our land, are dug from the adults in the vegetable fields, this piece of land to dig a tree, that piece of ground to dig a tree, so we are in the field of more complete varieties of vegetable fields, although the adults know that we are digging their vegetables. Their vegetables, but very few said we, after all, not much, may also feel that we are small children, it is very interesting.
Childhood memories of the three-minute Mandarin Part 7
With the passage of time, our childhood also followed in the together with the passing, as if yesterday just happened, but looking back but has been a long time, for the childhood I have often remembered, obviously seems to be in yesterday, but why has it passed?
The bright sun shines on the colorful world, so I seem to be back to that wonderful childhood.
In the blink of an eye, six years have passed, but the time of childhood as if yesterday just waved goodbye to me.
When I was young, I didn't have so many burdens and worries, I was free and easy, like a bird flying in the air, and like a fish swimming in the water.
When I was a child, I didn't know what friendship was, but now I think of how pure it was! The friendship in childhood is not bought back with money. Think again, what is friendship? Where does friendship come from? The first thing you need to do is to get to the center of the room and get out of the room.
I remember when I was a child, we were a large group of children playing in the silver winter, dancing on the silver carpet scene unforgettable.
The world of childhood is colorful, friendship and affection is the richest time. At that time, my mother often put me in her arms, the feeling is really sweeter than honey, when my friends are also the most numerous. Looking back at childhood, it is really "small building last night and the east wind, unbearable to look back in the past".
When I was a kid, I thought: "If I grow up to be a great poet, it would be great! I would have used the most beautiful poems in the world to praise the country's beautiful mountains and rivers.
But now I think: If only I could go back in time, how wonderful it would be! I must go back to that colorful childhood to play, to think, to learn, to do.
But childhood is too short, in the blink of an eye, I'm from small to big, from a crybaby to a good boy who cares about his parents.
Recalling the past and looking forward to the future, the road of life is still long, and I need to be strong to go on. Although I have waved goodbye to the interesting childhood, but I will use that pure heart of childhood and optimistic attitude to face all kinds of ups and downs in life in the future, so that the beautiful flowers of childhood will always be open in my heart.
Childhood memories of the three-minute Mandarin Part 8
Childhood memories of the date tree in the yard. It shaded the hot summer sun, and grandma shook her fan to drive away the heat and mosquitoes for us under the tree. I was doing my homework on the desk, listening to the cicadas chirping in the tree, but my heart was unusually quiet. On the days of date hunting, I hid inside the house with my sister's shoulders hunched over, listening to the "crackling" hail-like sound on the roof and licking my lips as I watched the round dates fall to the ground. When my father stopped shaking those branches, I jumped out of the room and scrambled to pick up the biggest and reddest fruits.
Childhood memories are of the open space by the river, running around like a child, laughing and chasing, and crying after a fall. There were also those abandoned concrete pipes big enough to hold several people, with their own wild grapes picked into it, it became the best place to play house, whispering or a secret base to hide after being wronged.
Childhood memories of the high steps at the end of the street, although not over our heads, but a frog like jumping down, in the shouts of the boys uproar, women, who do not do cowardice.
Childhood memories of the night of the darkness of the small alley, hand in hand with numb scalp, close your eyes step by step carefully to go, the heart of the "fluttering fluttering" jumped ceaselessly. Who then mischief suddenly screamed "ghost ah", a person will be screaming rushed out, and then gasping for breath to look at the laughter.
Childhood memories of the street in the unlucky factory. Festival time on both sides of the door full of flowers, not only beautiful, but also beautiful want to pinch home. So they smiled and looked forward to the dark, one with a silent sneak to the root of the wall, avoiding the eyes and ears of the gatekeeper, each grabbed a few, holding their breath and grinning, excitement and nervousness all over every nerve. Boys are surveyors, safe and sound in a few times. The next day, everyone's window beautiful flowers, but the factory door of a single branch really let us worry about the heart of the day.
Childhood memories of the starry sky that no pedestrians and vehicles of the road is not wide, and the most intimate friends hand in hand with the fast circle, mouth singing "let us swing double pulp". The joy after the dizziness is the unforgettable happiness that friendship breeds.
Childhood memories are the dusk call of moms and dads. "Home for dinner" along with the children's little name of the family into a chorus, drilled into the ears of our group of small wild horses, that is the most fearful to hear when playing madly in the fun, but also stomach stomach "rumbling" call and hate and love the most wonderful song. The most beautiful sound.
Childhood memories but "click" a stop on that day, the days after no longer carefree, pure joy away from me. I was in the ignorance of the lonely walk through the section did not end of the childhood.
Childhood memories of three minutes of ordinary speech Part 9
Childhood is the cicada on the tree, childhood is the frog in the water, childhood is the song of the shepherd's flute, everyone has their own happy and beautiful childhood.
Winter is here, looking at the window falling snowflakes, I can not help but think of the childhood with small friends pile up snowmen, playing snowball fights of the wonderful childhood. Some people think that growing up, childhood has not come back, but I do not think so. I always feel that in this snowy day, I can find my childhood.
The snow stopped, I went out to find and my friends of the same age to play. I asked them to go out to play do not play snowball fight, but I never thought that they were not willing to play with me snowball fight, and all said: "This game is a child's play, we are now already playing the computer."
It was hard for me to get a date with a young Lin who played with me, and the two of us piled up a snowman on the school playground. The two of us built a snowman in the school playground. I looked at the snowman we piled up, as if to find my childhood memories again.
When I was a kid, every time it snowed, my grandparents led me to the playground to pile up the snowman, I put the snow into a small ball, the small ball on the ground to roll around, roll ah roll! Not long after the snowman's body is ready, then take a radish inserted in the center of the face, and then take a piece of black paper to make two black circles of paper pieces pasted on the top of the face, the snowman's face is also good. Then take two uncut celery inserted on both sides of the body made of clothes, so the whole snowman is completed. When I got home, it was already dark, my grandparents came back, and they had a cake in their hands. I remembered that today was my birthday, and I sat down at the table with the cake and a few candles. I made a wish, and my grandparents asked, "Monty, what did you wish for?" I said seriously, "I want to get my childhood back."
The grandparents were a little surprised and smiled and said, "Let's help you realize this wish!" So we went out into the yard and played snowball fights by moonlight. We all got smashed, but we were all happy.
Because, not only I got my childhood back, but at the same time, it was as if my grandparents had gone back to their own childhood.
Childhood memories three-minute Mandarin Part 10
Childhood memories , I'm like a bear in the honey pot, life is particularly sweet, a variety of toys, fragrant snacks, grandma's love, mom and dad's warm embrace ...... live a carefree life!
Grandma always said that I grew up in the blessed nest, I often asked grandma curiously: "Your childhood is not what kind? Didn't you also have flowery toys and all kinds of snacks?" Grandma just smiled at me without answering my question. I kept wondering in my heart, "Why didn't grandma tell me? Is it because I'm small and don't understand? Or is it ......?" Curiosity has always attracted me, I always want to ask the truth, but whenever I ask them, they always tell me that I will know when I grow up.
Grandma said that when they were small they didn't have any toys at all, and sometimes they didn't even have enough to eat, and occasionally they could go to the creek to catch some small fish and shrimp. Children of poor families to beg for food is more often than not, grandma's family is poor, even in the cold winds of the winter, but also a single thin piece of clothing. The best piece of clothing is a patch stack of patches of pants, home people only occasionally go out to do rowdy things when you can wear ...... think of me, a large cabinet are my clothes: fleece jacket, jeans, turtleneck sweater, flowers and greens, more than can be counted!
Grandma said, in those days, rich people's children went to school with schoolbags are just a few pieces of cloth sewn together, poor people's children can't afford to use schoolbags and stationery, and often have to pick up other people thrown away to use, on that will still cherish like a treasure of the heart ...... Think about it many of our children now, every time to the new semester, always have to Change a new schoolbag, pens, notebooks, these stationery is a waste of the hand can be thrown away ...... Hearing the words of the grandmother, I was ashamed to lower my head.
Think about what we have today, think about the grandma's childhood, this is what a big difference ah! Grandpa said: For many years since the founding of the country, under the leadership of the Chinese ****production party, our motherland is getting stronger and richer day by day. It is because of the wise leadership of China***s Communist Party, because of our country's reform and opening-up policy, and Grandpa Hu Jintao's conscientious management, we are living such a happy and joyful good life today, we must study hard, cherish time, build our wonderful motherland more rich, and make grandma's life in her old age happier!
Childhood memories of three minutes of ordinary speech Part 11Whenever I look at the lively, lovely and innocent children bouncing past me, it will always evoke memories of my childhood past. My childhood was happy and blissful. I was as playful, naughty and mischievous as many native country children. Playing hide-and-seek, doing housework, picking mushrooms on the mountain, climbing trees and pounding bird's nests, and going down to the river to touch fish and shrimp. These are all our favorite things to play. Especially down the river to catch fish, which is our most skillful skills.
Whenever we have time, we run to the river near the village. When we ran to the river, we couldn't even pull up our pants, so we jumped into the river as soon as we could. In fact, this small river is not strictly speaking the river, just two paddy fields between the width of about a meter of small ditch it! The water is not deep, only up to the knees, the water is crystal clear, you can see a small group of a small group of small fish swimming around. We went into the water, we ran around in the water, two small feet beat the water, "fluttering fluttering", splashing, we laughed and laughed, and soon, the original clear water has been muddy by us, and even the silt at the bottom of the water also turned up. In this way, those originally still free to play in the small fish will be forced to put the head out of the water to breathe, and we? As soon as we saw those little fish, we quickly reached out our little hands and quickly picked them up from the water, and put them into the small plastic bucket with water that we had prepared beforehand. These poor but lovely fish could only swim around in the bucket obediently. Every time, we used this method, first confused the fish, and then a muddy water to find fish, so almost every time can be full of return. But back home always inevitably scolded by adults, why? Because every time you catch fish back, always get wet, clothes, face, and even hair are stained with mud, living like a small mud man.
When I was a kid, I was often scolded by adults, but it didn't dampen our enthusiasm to play. Because the child's playful and naughty nature has taken over our young hearts. The river, became my memory of childhood paradise. Memories are always good. Although belonging to my childhood has been far away from me, but that period of childhood test bar without worry, happy days in my memory will never fade. The past of childhood, still exudes a charming fragrance.
Childhood memories three-minute Mandarin Part 12
Childhood memories are many, some of them are clear, just like yesterday's events. When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house. At that time, the family conditions were not very good, naturally there is not a lot of free money for us kids to buy snacks, we also only have to find some favorite things to eat. Not far from Grandma's house, there is a large forest of mulberry trees, and there are things we like to eat - mulberries, that is the fruit of the mulberry tree, but also childhood is an unforgettable food.
Whenever the spring flowers bloom, the willows return to the green, the flowers compete, the happiest is our gang of children, hibernation for a winter, finally can go to the mulberry forest to play, of course, more important is that we can taste the favorite "delicious food" mulberry.
In the turquoise mulberry leaves, a ripe mulberry hanging on the branch, purple and red through the black, attracted our mouths watering, where the mulberry trees are not very tall, it is easy to pick, usually we are picking a sent to the mouth, and have been eating to the lips, teeth have become black, or not yet finished, refused to go back. Until it gets dark, we reluctantly go home. Of course, we do not forget to fill our pockets, so we can go home and savor it.
Every year in the spring time, in the roadside can often see the grandmother carrying a basket in the sale of mulberry children, the taste of the same or sweet and sour, just I can no longer taste the taste of childhood when eating mulberry that flavor, perhaps we lost is not these foods, but the happiness we once had ......
. Childhood memories of three-minute Mandarin Part 13Childhood is a dreamy starry sky, sparkling with beautiful visions; childhood is a colorful album, recording the colorful footprints; childhood is a joyful stream, flowing with happy songs ......
I remember when I was a child, I lived in an institutional compound of the silo, where the people who lived were single college students and newly married. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the University of California, Berkeley. The courtyard was very quiet during the day, and everyone went to work. Of course, that was also my happiest time: I ran, played, rode my bike, picked flowers, and so on, as if the whole yard was my world. From time to time, I would run into a very kind old grandfather, listening to my father said, he is our compound in charge of the maintenance of the carpenter grandfather. He was not tall, his head was bald, and his back was a bit hunched. Whenever I ran into him, he smiled and called me by my nickname, but I didn't have time to pay attention to him, just focusing on my own play.
After work in the afternoon, the yard began to "boil": people's footsteps, bicycle bells, car horns intertwined. This time the silo is also lively. Adults began to cook, together in the washroom washing dishes chat, I ran around the big balcony in the silo, everywhere string door, I love to go to Uncle Li's house, because his family has a big sister I like. Once I went to his house again, Uncle Li used his teeth to bite a tooth mark on my arm, I cried and ran home to complain, only to find Uncle Li smiling behind me, I was so angry that I stomped my feet, ran to my mother, and saw that my mother also had a smile on her face, I was so angry that I sat down on the ground and quit, making everyone laugh.
When I was a child, I was most impressed with the weekend a morning, the sky was cloudy, the whole silo almost no one, I watched cartoons with my father, my mother went to the supermarket to buy me good food. Suddenly thunder and lightning struck and it started pouring rain. Dad muttered in the house, "It's raining so hard, how should your mom come back?" Then he said to me, "Stay at home and be good, I'll go and bring your mom an umbrella." I said, "Yes," and after Dad left, I suddenly felt that it was terribly quiet upstairs, so I wanted to go out and look for Dad. I casually found a piece of my mom's clothes, put it on my head, wore a pair of Mickey's rain shoes trembling down the path, toward the gate, the yard somehow, there is no one. I walked to the gate, and there were people and cars on the road. I thought: which way should I go? When I thought about it, suddenly a hand pulled me to a stop, and I looked up to see that it was Grandpa Carpenter, who asked me, "Where are you going? Where are your mom and dad?" I said, "My dad went to give my mom an umbrella, I ...... oooooooooo, I want to find my mom and dad." Grandpa Carpenter carried me back to the gatehouse of the compound and kept teasing me until my mom and dad came back and he left.
Later, the organization compound moved into a new science and technology building, the silo was demolished, and we moved into a new home. No longer as happy as before. That period of childhood, let me unforgettable, the silo, carpenter grandfather ...... in my memory gate left a good memory.
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