"One" Unforgettable childhood anecdote 251 words

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Everyone has a childhood, and childhood anecdotes are like all kinds of seashells by the sea, shining with colorful brilliance and countless. Now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand, which is my most unforgettable childhood anecdote. There is an orange tree planted in my yard when I was born. I often take a knife and carve a mark on the trunk to measure whether I grow taller every day. Looking at the horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller quickly. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my god Did I grow backwards? I was so scared that I quickly ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends getting taller and why am I getting shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped out of the chair, grabbed my mother's hand, pulled her into the yard and pointed out, "I used a knife to carve my height on the tree every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal lines I had carved before." I pointed out the two horizontal lines on the tree as I spoke. My mother listened to me and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter, and she couldn't help laughing, tears came out and patted her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I happily went to play with the chicken. I really don't know what stupid thing I would do to the chicken again ...

Haha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There were a lot of silly things, such as bathing snow dolls and shaving eyebrows ... It was also so many interesting things that silly things made up that colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden period is

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"II" 251 words of harvest composition from childhood

Since childhood, my family has given me meticulous care. Live in the care of family and grow up in the story of the soul.

As a child, I liked listening to stories very much. What impressed me most was a story my grandfather told me when I was 11 years old. At that time, I lived in my grandfather's house. In the evening, lying in bed, I said to my grandfather, "Can you tell me a story as before?"

the story begins. It is said that once upon a time, a hunter took his children to hunt. They came to a relatively deserted forest nearby. At that time, snowflakes were flying in the sky, and the weather was very cold. The father and son found a bush and hid.

in a short time, they found a white fox with its legs caught by the captured animal. Obviously, this white fox is still very young, and it is still a female fox according to its body shape. When the white fox found the father and son hiding in the bushes, he limped back to the nest with vigilance. His father was very sensitive and only heard a bullet hit the white fox's injured leg with a bang. The white fox let out a cry and bit off his leg. Suddenly, the snow was red, and the white fox struggled to climb into the nest and lay prone on the ground. Father was surprised, went over and opened the body of the white fox, and found two little white foxes sucking milk ... Since then, the father has never hunted again.

when I heard this, I suddenly found that grandpa's words were slightly sad, as if expressing something to me. After a long time, I said to my grandfather, "Hunters don't hunt anymore, because they should have a warm home." Grandpa got up a little and gently pressed the quilt around me. This pressure "awakened" me who was intoxicated in the story-in the light, I saw grandpa's wrinkled face and two thick hands. He was like a loving white fox, and I was the little white fox, lying quietly beside him. Listening to the story made me feel the warmth of family, and let us regain that kindness and love in our hearts.

I spent my childhood in stories, in which there was a care and love from my grandfather. The story gives me insight and understanding, gives me happiness and gains, and I grow up in the story of my heart.

211 words synopsis of "Three Childhood"

Synopsis: It tells the story of Gorky's childhood when he lost his father and his mother remarried, and he lived with his grumpy and declining grandparents.

Through a child's innocent eyes, this book vividly shows the life of the people at the bottom of Russian society in the mid-19th century, and depicts the ugly and ignorant life style of many ordinary citizens in society and the folk customs such as religion and funeral in Russia at that time. These memories of Gorky are helpful for us to understand the style of Tsarist Russia and the social environment of Gorky's childhood. (3) 251-word extended reading of childhood story

Childhood is the first autobiographical novel trilogy based on the former Soviet writer Maxim Gorky's own experience (the other two parts are On Earth and My University respectively).

Childhood is a unique autobiography. Unlike most autobiographies, it does not create a portrait with a hero as the image. It is more like a long and colorful oil painting, restoring a period of life in an era and a family. In this period of life, there have been many protagonists.

Both the beautiful and the ugly stand in front of the readers at the same time, impacting their hearts. Childhood, with its unique artistic form, profound ideological content and unique artistic features, occupies an important position in the history of Russian and Soviet literature and even the world literature, and has incomparable artistic value.

Maxim Gorky (1868-1936), the founder of Soviet literature. Gorky, formerly known as Alexei Macsimovici Peter Skof, was born in a carpenter's home on the Volga River. His parents died when he was a child, and he lived in his grandfather's home, which opened a small dyehouse.

[251 words of childhood composition] 251 words of childhood composition, hidden in the clear eyes of a doll,

thinking about whether I can become a beautiful girl, 251 words of childhood composition.

As soon as I waved my magic wand,

she flew to the tracts to see the palace that day.

childhood,

stay on the grotesque hill on Dongshan slope.

I always like to bend up and then go up!

enjoy the success of climbing the hill.

When I was a child,

I slept in the cool swimming pool,

I liked to float on the water on my back,

Enjoy the sunshine bath!

childhood,

inadvertently,

has quietly passed away,

let me look for it in infinite reverie, the sixth grade composition "251 words of childhood composition".

When I was a child, I wanted to shake hands with my good friend again.

and then stride forward,

all the way to my field of hope!

(Instructor: Yang Shujuan)

Grade 6: Jing baobei2111

"Wu" 251 words of interesting childhood stories

Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; Childhood stories are piled up. "Does this song remind you of your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as bright as the stars. My childhood was beautiful, and there were many things worth remembering ...

As long as I can remember, my aunt's class kept two chickens. I went to see the chickens as soon as I had time. I don't know how long it took, but after a long time, the hens laid eggs, and the chickens were going to hatch in the eggs. Twenty days later, I heard the sound of chickens, and when I saw this situation, I heard the sound. I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home. The opportunity came at last ...

That day, the hen went to find food for the chick, and the naughty rooster was not at home and ran out to play. When my aunt was not paying attention, she picked up an egg, held it in her hand and stroked it gently. She said solemnly, "Don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to the world soon." After that, I didn't hesitate any more. I peeled an egg, and a chicken with residual heat and no eyes was born. It looked at me and cried twice as if to say, "Thank you, let me come to this world as soon as possible." I was so happy that I peeled off the second one. When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw that I was "bullying" the baby snake, she gave me a bite, and suddenly blood flowed out. I went to my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything about me, but said in distress: "Little fool, the chicken won't be born until a certain time!" You will die if you deliver them like this. " After listening to it, I hurried to see the chickens. Sure enough, all the chickens I "delivered" were dying, but all the ones I didn't "deliver" survived. I regret it very much, but it's all too late ...

Although it's been a long time, and I'm still young and ignorant there, it has been urging me to go forward and never retreat.

childhood is an ocean of joy. On the seashore of memories, there are countless shells, some gloomy, which evoke a sad past; There are brilliant interesting stories that remind people of their childhood. I searched for the most beautiful shells on the seashore of memories. Ah, I found them ... < P > At that time, I was only six years old, which was the age with a soft spot for birthdays. I like to celebrate my birthday, because I will eat a big cake, and that time, an interesting thing happened: < P > I have been busy all morning, and finally I can eat the long-awaited cake! Look, the cake is big and round, covered with pure white cream, and covered with all kinds of creamy flowers. It seems to be smiling at me, so cute! The cake also says "Happy Birthday" with red jam. Against the candlelight, the cake really makes my mouth water! I can't wait to eat it.

finally got it! I held a big cake in my hand. I took a big bite, ah, it's delicious! My sister suddenly smiled, which puzzled me. When I looked in the mirror, I rubbed a piece of cream on my nose, like a clown! I couldn't help laughing myself. My sister doesn't like cream, and she was thinking about what to do. Suddenly, she saw the cream on my nose, her eyes flashed, and she said with a smile, "Sister, come here!" Without thinking, I strode over. My sister asked me to sit down, but she brought me a plate with my favorite cream in it. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I quickly opened my mouth. "Pa", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, followed by my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stretched my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. Look in front of the mirror, ha! A Xiaohua Mall appeared in the mirror! A full face of cream, one in the east and one in the west. My face is painted like a Peking Opera mask by this "advanced" cosmetic. No, the color of Peking Opera facial makeup is not so single. Pure white cream looks like Xiaohua Mall's hair in the mirror. Why not lick the cream like a greedy cat? I laughed, too, out of breath. I, suddenly, turned into a greedy Xiaohua Mall!

childhood fun, everything is like a colorful shell, and these colorful shells hold up my colorful childhood!

When I was a child, I was very naughty. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.

I remember one time when I came home, I saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly came to my little head, that is, drawing "Facebook", not on paper, but on my father's face. I first found out the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully drew a big "Wang" on my father's forehead. This is a majestic tiger. After painting, I am happy for my "masterpiece" and feel sorry for my father's face being painted like this, because it is a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this. Just when I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him with a blank face. I burst out laughing. My father looked at me inexplicably. When he saw the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looked at my malicious smile, my father hurriedly ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found that his face had been painted by me, he ran away without watercolor paint on his face. But I still remember it.

look! How naughty I was when I was a child! It's interesting to think of it until now!

There are many interesting things in everyone's childhood, and I am no exception. Let me tell you an interesting thing in my childhood.

It was a hot summer. I was playing at my grandmother's house. My grandmother lived in the countryside. She raised a lot of chickens. One day, grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought, how could they go out without me? Having nothing to do in the house, I want to go to the henhouse and see what those chickens are doing. I just went in and heard a bang. A hen laid an egg. It's funny. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it's hot and wet. This is, an idea came out. I thought, chickens will lay eggs, so all the chickens in the henhouse will lay eggs. Why don't you dig out the eggs? Grandma won't praise me when she comes back to see so many eggs, and maybe even reward me. Yes, dig out the eggs! After thinking about it, I willy-nilly, grabbed a chicken and pulled it out. The chicken seemed to know its fate, flapping its wings hard and trying to escape. For me, I clung to the chicken feet to see if it was good or bad. I didn't pull it out for a long time. What's the matter, how could I not pull it out, and my reward was gone? I don't believe this one can't be pulled out. I'm pulling out the other one. I threw the chicken at random and went to catch other chickens. Those chickens saw me coming, jumping up and down one by one, like mice seeing cats, and started to run. For me, I won't let go and keep catching chickens. It's not, I'm going to become a chicken feather man in half an hour. Very not easy to catch a chicken, I started to dig out, and the chicken that I dug out screamed "whoa", but I didn't take it out, and then I grabbed another one ... The chicken that I dug out was foaming at the mouth, and I ... Grandma came back, and when they saw my mess, they couldn't help laughing and asked why. Grandma not only didn't praise me, but also gave me a lecture. Later, I realized that besides the henhouse.

This is an interesting thing in my childhood. It is not only fun, but also warns me from time to time: stealing chickens does not make up rice, and never do bad things with kindness.

childhood is colorful, passionate and lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, but what about childhood fun?

I am a girl from the north. When I was young, I liked to play in the ice and snow, have snowball fights and make snowmen. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snow falls from the sky, one after another, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking forward to between heaven and earth, I can only see snowflakes fluttering, like petals blowing to the ground, swirling in succession; Like the seven fairies scattered flowers, flying all over the sky. Standing in the snow is like squatting on a cotton gin, only seeing