Memories of childhood 600 words 10 1 When I was a child, my happiest time was spent under the big green banyan tree at school.
In a blink of an eye, spring came and the leaves of banyan trees began to grow. It's still light green and its leaves are a little yellow. The art teacher often takes us out to sketch. Sitting in the shade of a tree, I began to draw this sketch book. Sometimes I looked up at the big banyan tree, sometimes I bowed my head and painted seriously, and sometimes I picked up the fallen leaves on the ground and looked at it with ecstasy, as if there was a hole staring at him. Whenever I sketch, I always feel a little movement overhead, and then I hear the classmate sitting behind me covering her mouth and snickering. I touch my hair, huh? Why fresh green leaves? I thought he was still soft, so I decided to take it home and put it in a bottle for collection. Who knows, every time I run home, I touch my pocket and the leaf disappears. Did he run away with long legs?
Summer is coming, the face of banyan tree is green, not light green, but mature green, like mature green grapes. Ah! There is noise under the banyan tree, and the children's laughter is yes! Three good friends and I came to the tree and played a hand tour I developed-The Mouse Steals Rice. I crouched quietly under the tree and slowly moved into the rice bag. At this speed, even snails can catch up. A friend who is a mouse is avoiding being caught by a cat. When they weren't looking, I ran to the fence and took the rice bag. When the cat caught the mouse back, the rice on the table had been robbed.
Autumn came unconsciously, and the banyan tree seemed to lose its strength to speak. The yellow leaves form an orange sea. We couldn't play "mice stealing rice" and began to help pick up fallen leaves. One person carries a bag, and two people regularly pick it up, one by one, like playing drums. Oh, dear! Suddenly there was a scream. It turned out that a classmate accidentally stepped on fallen leaves and almost fell down. However, if we fall down, it won't hurt very much, because the fallen leaves will also help us cushion, and laughter comes from time to time in the ocean.
Childhood is full of artistic flavor, childhood is spent in play, and childhood is the harvest of labor. Every time I go to school and pass by the big banyan tree, I always think of the happy times before.
Memories of childhood 600 words 10 2 My childhood was full of happiness, innocence and romance. Although my childhood was short, I was full of happiness. Unfold the picture of childhood and savor it carefully, and you will feel endless happiness.
In winter, it's very cold outside. My good friend and I thought of a fun and practical way to "bake sweet potatoes". It looks ordinary, and baking sweet potatoes outside is also very cheap. But it's not easy to get it right. It took a long time to light the fire. I finally lit the fire and put the sweet potato on the stick. I held the other end in my hand and baked it on the fire. After a while, I smelled the fragrance, but when I picked it up, the skin was burnt and the inside was not cooked, so I added a fire. After a while, a sticky smell floated into my nose, and then I saw that the sweet potatoes were all burnt. I took it home and asked my mother what was going on. Mother smelled burning as soon as she took it home. When I told my mother, I didn't say it, but it made my mother laugh and cry. Mom said that baked sweet potatoes can't be roasted on the tip of a fire, they will be burnt, so put them in a dying fire and bake them slowly. Mom's method really works. I ate my own baked sweet potato for the first time. In the future, I often eat it myself in baked sweet potatoes, and I always feel that my own food is much more delicious than the outside. Mom also joked: "If you can't find a job in the future, go bake sweet potatoes to earn money." My childhood has long gone with the pungent smell of paste. My childhood will be gone forever.
Childhood, it's perfect Life is always so carefree and unrestrained. Unfortunately, time flies, and my childhood is long gone. How I want to get my golden childhood back!
Memories of childhood 600 words 10 Three funny stories of childhood are like raindrops, which can't be counted anyway.
I was only five years old then. One day, I asked my grandmother why trees can grow so tall and strong. Grandma said, "Because he is often watered!" " ""I don't believe it, otherwise how could I grow up without a bath? " I said to grandma. But grandma jokingly said, "that's because you use tap water for bathing and rain for small trees!" " "I am thoughtful.
Looking forward to the stars and the moon, finally looking forward to rainy days.
The raindrops fell, splashing the diamond-like flowers all over the floor. Through the rain curtain, I saw rows of rain falling on the eaves, and the trees straightened up and put up their leaves. They drank the rain greedily. I am excited at the thought that the opportunity to grow taller has come, and I can be as tall as my father. I rushed into the rain, gritted my teeth, endured the cold and let it rain heavily all afternoon. I caught a cold at night, but I still pestered my father to measure my height. When I saw that my height had not changed at all, I cried loudly and alarmed my grandmother. Grandma came over and asked me why I was crying. I said angrily, "Grandma, you lied to me. I was caught in the rain all afternoon, but I still didn't grow taller. " Grandma smiled and said, "silly boy, you really believe it." That's a joke! " ".The whole family began to laugh.
After this incident, I understand what stealing chickens and wasting rice means. Never do such a stupid thing again.
Childhood memories are 600 words 10. April is the happiest time in all seasons.
In my childhood memory, I can climb a tree to pick cherries in spring. Cherry is fresh and nobody cares about it. It grows in the space park and bears fruit in spring. Cherry is sour and sweet and delicious. My friends and I climbed the tree, and the cherry tree swayed like a tumbler. The air is full of our laughter and birds are singing. Are you happy with bugs? I named it "the cradle of childhood". The gazebo in spring is also the most beautiful. There are many wisteria wrapped around the beam on the pavilion. At the end of March, it will bloom a string of lavender flowers, like a string of wind chimes, playing wonderful notes. They also have thick stems. If I hadn't seen them, I wouldn't believe it: the stems of wisteria were hanging in the air and intertwined, and finally climbed onto the beam and intertwined tightly! They are not strong when they are hot. I used to be short, so I became a swing. I sat on it, leisurely, leisurely-leisurely out of the pace of spring, leisurely out of the dance of flowers, leisurely out of our laughter ... so wisteria was regarded as a small wind chime by me. Although they can't speak, they silently accompanied me through 1 1 spring, summer, autumn and winter. Everything under the pavilion is so beautiful. They are buried in my heart, but I call them "magic gardens". Sitting on the "swing", I will daydream aimlessly, watching birds fly from tree to tree and counting how many ants I trampled to death. That was the most precious treasure of my childhood.
Looking back, you will think of the good times in spring. Sitting on a peach tree, eating peaches and reading comic books. Play hide-and-seek with friends between numbers and trees like elves. In a pool without water, take the "wooden bridge" (actually, it is a water pipe, but the water is pumped away, so I regard it as a wooden bridge. ) Those things in spring and those things in childhood all carry childhood dreams, flying like dandelions. ...
Childhood Memories 600 words 10 5 Childhood is a kind of happiness, a song, a painting, a dream, and childhood is our memory.
When I was seven years old, I bought a big cow at home. He was stout, dressed in yellow and had a pair of curved horns on his head, just like a very imposing person. I remember once, my father took me to mow the cattle. I saw that Niu Yi was lonely at home, so I excitedly said to my father, "Dad, can we take the cows?" I think it is lonely at home alone and will be afraid. Dad saw my request and agreed.
I jumped up with joy. My father took me to mow the grass with a rope tied around the cow's neck. As I walked, I asked, "Why did Dad tie a rope around the cow's neck?" I'm afraid it will hurt. Dad smiled and said, "Put the rope around the cow's neck in case it gets away." After a while. My father and I walked to the grass, and my father tied the rope to the tree. I asked again, "Why did Dad tie the rope to the tree?" Dad replied that he was still afraid that it would run away. I nodded and began to mow the grass. I put the grass next to Daniel and mowed it again. After cutting, I looked back and saw that the grass beside the cow was gone. I shouted, "Who took my grass?" Dad saw it and asked, "What's the matter?" I said I put the grass next to Daniel, and it disappeared. Dad smiled again and said, "Daniel ate the grass." I said to Daniel, "It's you, so naughty." Gradually, when I grow up, I can't help laughing when I recall my childhood. Everyone's childhood is colorful.
Memories of childhood 600 words 10 6 Childhood is like a box of colorful pigments. These pigments sway casually on blank paper, making the drawing paper full of vitality ... but what impressed me most is pink.
At that time, when I was still in kindergarten, I saw my grandmother watering the cherry tree. I asked, "Grandma, why do cherry trees grow so tall?" There are many small flowers? "Pink flowers make me daydream.
"Because they are often wet by rain!" Grandma smiled and said to me.
"Then will we grow taller in the shower?"
"no! Grandma joked, "We use tap water instead of rain. "
Finally, look forward to the stars, the moon and rainy days.
Rain drops on the ground, and crystal-clear flowers bloom, really like pink flowers on a cherry tree. Raindrops the size of beans splash water. On the eaves, rows of rain kept flowing downwards, like waterfalls and curtains. Through the water curtain, I seem to see the flowers in the park straighten their waists, erect their leaves and drink the rain greedily. So moist and silent! I rushed into the rain, gritted my teeth, endured the cold and was soaked through by the heavy rain.
In the evening, I caught a cold Grandma and mom were in distress when they learned what had happened, saying that I stole the chicken and wasted the rice!
Now that I'm grown up, I won't do anything to get wet and grow taller. But this pink cherry blossom let me get wet in the rain and became the best memory of my childhood, which will remain in my heart forever.
Childhood Memories Narrative 600 words 10 7 Childhood is like a faded painting, stuck on a wall with vague memories, and lines and colors are not visible in many places, but some childhood songs are like a gurgling stream in the mountains, flowing coolly and still echoing in the ears. ...
Sometimes when I see photos of my childhood, I think how cute I was when I was a child! How naughty! But now that I have grown up, I have learned a lot that I didn't understand when I was a child and become more mature. Although I am still very active, you can be forgiven for saying that I am only a child of 1 1 year. Besides, children are naturally active, and you can't keep her still!
Memories are beautiful, but experiences are even better. Sometimes when I have nothing to do after finishing my homework, I like to look far away, which can not only protect my eyes, but also rest my tired eyes. When I was looking out that day, I accidentally saw a one-or two-year-old child learning to walk under the supervision of adults. This interests me very much, because when I was a child, I always wrestled when I learned to walk, but there is a good saying: get up when you fall! Just because I thought of this sentence, I stood up involuntarily and began to learn to walk again. It is through constant wrestling that I have honed my will and made myself stronger. I admire my courage when I think about it now, because it was a hard memory.
It is because of these hard memories that my life has become more interesting and beautiful. Childhood is beautiful, so we should cherish childhood and learn to recall. Because of this, your life will become like a trickle, more exciting and unforgettable!
Memories of childhood 600 words 10 8 I still remember a feeling called unforgettable, but now it is drifting away. ...
Remember, there is a kind of innocence called innocence, and now it is about to disappear ...
Childhood, a beautiful word, contains a silvery laughter, a wayward coquetry cry, an innocent smile ... in short, it contains all innocent moments.
Looking back, I can't help laughing. I still remember swimming in a puddle at the age of three, wearing my mother's high heels at the age of five, and shouting at the age of seven: "Great, great! ..... When I was a child, I always liked to crawl around on the ground. I was jealous when I saw my mother's long hair. Seeing my father writing, I was in a hurry to pick up my pen and learn. My mother saw it and said humorously that I would write "Oracle Bone Inscriptions" again. Call six cows, watermelon a western trick, fish Wu, and aunt Lao Du. My mother will correct me, but I have to say so when I go. Looking at my mother in a hurry, I still gloat!
Life walks tirelessly, and childhood flies. Finally, everything turned into a beautiful moment and stayed in my mind, but this moment will also leave us, followed by the complexity and cunning of society. Friends, let's keep this wonderful childhood memory, shall we?
We can't forget that there is a kind of happiness called from the heart.
We can't forget that there is a kind of childhood called lingering.
Childhood memory tells 600 words 10 9 childhood, which is a colorful painting. The anecdotes of my childhood are like countless stars in the painting at night, and the brightest one is when I went to Jiuxi to play.
It's a refreshing morning. It was autumn in Jiuxi. The branches were gently shaken by the breeze, and the slightly yellow leaves fell in the air like fairies, laying a soft carpet for us on the ground. Some people are riding bicycles by the roadside, and some people are chatting while walking, all enjoying this leisurely time. When we entered Jiuxi, we couldn't help being excited, laughing and jumping, and I was no exception. Now, the whole Jiuxi is our laughing point, and it also adds some vitality to Jiuxi. This time, we brought some painting tools. I want to leave this beautiful scenery on paper forever. It's time to draw, we are still playing, and there is an indelible smile on our lips. After a long time, the adults finally let us stop being excited and start painting. My head can't stand it. I looked around and couldn't think of anything to draw. My eyes suddenly turned, ah! I see. Suddenly I had an idea, and I painted with great interest. After painting, I was a little nervous when I started to introduce my masterpiece, but more shy and shy. Finally, I faltered and said, "I ... I hope everyone in the picture below ... we can play together forever ..." At that time, I was a child, and everyone might not understand why I suddenly said these words, which caused everyone to burst into laughter.
Say that finish, let's go down together and walk to the front of the stream. I took a deep breath, encouraged myself, and then walked forward, but I walked carefully for fear of falling. Finally, on a boulder, I accidentally slipped and got wet. Everyone laughed when they saw my embarrassment, and I stood up and grinned myself.
Time flies. Now I am in the fifth grade of primary school, and I am no longer the ignorant child when I was a child. However, I will never forget the wonderful memories I had in Jiuxi.
Memories of childhood 600 words 10 10 Some people say that childhood is like colorful beads, like a colorful song, but I think childhood is like a dish of pistachios, and there are always many jokes.
I remember that day, my grandmother was cooking in the kitchen and suddenly found that there was no salt. So grandma called me over and said to me, "Yang Yang, grandma is cooking now, and she can't leave. There is no salt at home. Can you buy a bag for grandma? " I nodded wisely and ran out of the house. On the way to buy salt, I skipped to the convenience store. When I came to the convenience store, my aunt asked me, "What do you want to buy, little friend?" I replied, "Salt." Aunt brought me the salt, and I gave grandma's money to this aunt. When he left, he said to her, "Thank you!" Aunt smiled and said, "Come and play often in the future. You are so cute. " Being shy, I left in a hurry.
On the way home, I was still skipping. I was bitten by a dog and the salt bag was thrown to the ground. In an instant, the salt bag leaked. I thought: What should I do now? Regardless of willy-nilly, I think the most important thing is to pick up the salt, so I picked up the dirty salt with lightning speed. On the way home, I rolled my eyes and thought of a wonderful idea: I usually wash my clothes with water when they are dirty. If I wash the salt with water, my grandmother may even praise me for being smart! When I got home, I was preparing a salt washing plan in the kitchen, and grandma was cleaning the room. I put the salt in the basin and turned on the tap to help them wash it. In order to make it white, I specially washed it several times. But the reality is cruel. The sparkling salt turned into salt water. I cried sadly and wanted to talk to grandma. So, I told my grandmother everything. Grandma smiled and said, "my little baby, salt can't be washed."
Later, when I learned the reason, I was in distress situation myself. Don't you think childhood is like a dish of pistachios?