Everyone has tried to write a composition in daily study, work or life. Writing is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. Still at a loss for composition? The following are eight childhood compositions of grade five that I collected. Welcome to read the collection. 1 Childhood events are like beautiful shells lying on a golden beach, shining and fresh in my memory. When I was seven, it was very cold. The north wind makes people tremble and their teeth fight. Mom and dad are not at home, so I draw "You are finished!" in the study. I clapped my hands, shook the photos and bounced off the crayons. "Finally, it's done." I drew two goldfish swimming happily in the water. This painting is still a little immature, but it was one of my more successful paintings at that time. Suddenly, a strong wind blew. Makes me feel cold. "psst! It's so cold. " I'm panting. "I have to close the window." I rubbed my hands and saw the little goldfish swimming around in the glass jar, and suddenly I thought of something. "By the way, we are so cold in such thick clothes. What about the little goldfish? They only wear thin scales. They still live in cold water. It must be very cold. Shall I add some hot water to them? " At the beginning, I went to the kitchen, held the handle of the water bottle with both hands, lifted it hard and poured hot water into the fish tank. "it's over." After that, I went to the study to read. "Handsome," his mother shouted, "Come here." I walked up to my mother, and her mother asked me, "How did the little goldfish die?" Hearing the news, I immediately ran to the fish tank and saw that the two little goldfish had turned their bellies up. I said doubtfully, "How could I die? It was fine when I poured boiling water just now. " "What? You pour boiling water into the fish tank? Why? " "I'm afraid they will freeze to death." Mom "ha ha" laughed. It turns out that goldfish is not afraid of cold, so there is no need to pour boiling water for it. Later, my mother bought me two goldfish, and the farce ended here. This is my childhood fun, let me share your childhood fun! The second part of the fifth grade childhood composition "childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; Childhood stories piled up like mountains. "Does this song remind you of your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, as bright as stars. Childhood life is beautiful, and there are many things worth remembering. Everyone has an unforgettable childhood. Those interesting past events, as dazzling as the stars in the sky, often radiate charming brilliance. These interesting memories often come to my mind, which makes it hard for us to forget ... once, when I was only six years old, my mother and I went hiking. My mother said to me, "When you go up the mountain, you should follow me closely, so as not to get lost, don't run around, and don't ..." My mother said a lot, and I didn't remember any of them. Soon, we all set out, walking on the road, I asked my mother why the stars don't fall, why do people live? Wait, mother is confused. She said, "Don't say anything now, just stay here and don't run around in the car to disturb others, okay?" "I don't want to hear much from my mother, so I just nodded. After about 2 hours, we finally reached our destination. We set off after eating. When I climb the mountain, I look around. I ran around for a while and confused my mother. At this moment, I saw a little flower and asked my mother, "Mom, mom, mom, what is that?" I pointed to Xiaohua and asked my mother. My mother said, "I forgot, too. However, we have seen such flowers when we were young. Let's hurry. It's still a long time before we reach the top of the mountain! " I nodded, secretly picked the little flower and quickly followed my mother. On the way, I kept thinking about Xiaohua. I take it out from time to time and look around. When my mother turned around, I quickly put it in my pocket and pretended not to know anything. Suddenly, I had an idea: this kind of small flower is so beautiful that it must be rare. If I wear it on my head, it will become a great beauty! Thinking that I could do it, I quickly took Xiaohua out of my pocket, put it on the braid on my head and fixed it with a clip. In the process of climbing the mountain, I hummed and jumped as if I had really become a great beauty. My mother seemed to notice this, so she asked me, "Yun Yun, what's the matter with you? You looked sad just now, so how can you be happy now? " I said, "no, mom, I like mountaineering best!" " "Mom couldn't ask anything, so she stopped asking. When we reached the top of the mountain, we found many people enjoying the scenery or having a picnic there. My mother and I are no exception. We found a good place to cook and began to eat. At this time, many eyes were fixed on my hair. I think: they must have seen the flowers on my head and started to envy them, hehe! At this time, my mother also felt that there was something wrong with her eyes and began to "observe" me. And my mom found out. I thought my mother would criticize me. Unexpectedly, my mother didn't criticize me, but giggled. I asked doubtfully, "Mom, what's the matter!" Mom smiled and said, "Look at your hair, haha." I said doubtfully, "Yes, what's the matter?" At this time, my mother smiled and said, "This is the flower we used to feed pigs and chickens when we were young." My mouth turned into a "0" shape. I quickly picked the flowers, threw them aside and dug my mouth angrily. "Mom, will I be laughed at?" I asked, and my mother said, "No, you are just a child who knows nothing." Later, because I was in the fourth grade, I realized that the flower was a sunflower. What an interesting childhood world. What an interesting and pleasant memory this is! They are like a string of wind chimes. As soon as the breeze blows, they make a silvery sound and appear in front of my eyes, making me laugh. They are also a seven-color dream. This dream makes me extremely happy and unforgettable! The third part of the fifth grade childhood composition is extremely beautiful. The fun of childhood is like remembering the most eternal star in the galaxy, which is unforgettable. I remember when I was six years old, I was fishing in the dry pond in our village, and my grandfather brought back a big crab from the pond. I was so excited when I looked at the soldier in armor that I reached out to catch him. My grandfather quickly stopped him. And told me: "you can't catch it with your hands!" " Its pliers will hurt you. "So, I had to leave it on the ground. He stole a look at me and immediately got up sideways. I looked at it quietly and found that it always walked sideways, which aroused my curiosity. Can it only walk sideways? I found two stones. When it crawled sideways to the left, I blocked the left with stones, and when it crawled sideways to the right, I blocked the right. Both sides are blocked, motionless. The body seems to have compromised, but the eyes are very angry. I looked at it proudly and thought, I must let you walk upright. Stalemate for about a minute. I have no choice. I stretched out my hand to pull it forward, but as soon as I touched its body, my little hand was immediately caught, which made me scream with pain. Grandpa rushed over and asked, "What's the matter? Didn't I tell you not to touch it? "I am full of grievances and mutter to myself: I just want it to walk vertically. Do you need to be so fierce? Grandpa touched my head and said to me earnestly, "silly child, everything in the world has its own way of action." You will understand when you grow up. "Now I have grown up. I know that crab's legs are long horizontally, and its thighs can't move back and forth. It can only run by lateral force when it moves. So it can only walk sideways. Ha ha! Interesting! How naive I was at that time. Although it has been five or six years, it is deeply imprinted in my mind. Childhood is beautiful and interesting, and there are many interesting things. One of them, in retrospect, made me very happy and thought it was really stupid. When I was in the first grade, whenever I got a hundred points in the exam, my mother always took me to the toy store to buy a toy to reward me. When I came home from school that day, my mouth kept grinning, because I got 100 again! I waited anxiously for my mother to come home from work and forgot to do my homework, eat, go to the toilet, eat fruit ... and forget everything. I stared at the doorknob. After a long time, my mother finally opened the door and went in. Before my mother could speak, I was happy to tell her the good news that I got 100. Mom said, "I want to take you to grandma's house just to choose a favorite toy." "I jumped three feet high, and I was so thin. I passed a toy store, went in and chose it for twenty minutes, and finally found a toy like a butterfly wing. I think I can fly with it, right? So I'm happy to pay for the delivery. I can't wait to go to grandma's house right away. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I took off my sneakers and left my mother's sight. I immediately opened the toy and ran to the windowsill. Because I was too short to climb the windowsill, I sneaked into the living room and moved a stool. It took a lot of effort to move this bench as heavy as a mountain to the edge of the window sill, and I was so tired that I broke out in a sweat. Afraid of being discovered by their mother, they quietly climbed onto the windowsill, put on those "wings" and shouted in their hearts, "The butterfly plane is ready to take off! Three, two, one, take off! "I jumped up with my feet and waved my arms hard. The joy of flying in an instant is beyond words. Suddenly, I fell violently from the air to the ground, embarrassed like a "dog gnawing mud", crying with pain. My mother heard crying and ran in to ask me what was wrong. I cried and said solemnly, "I want to fly like a butterfly." "You really talk nonsense in a serious way." Mom smiled and answered, and grandma came to me and said, "You silly girl, just like a leather boy, how can people fly!" " "I left this sad place while crying. Childhood is silly and full of whimsy. I will never forget the "stupid fall" when I was six years old. I secretly laugh every time I think about it! In my childhood, there were joys and sorrows, regrets, and lofty aspirations ... Our family has a glib grandfather who knows astronomy above and geography below. He can tell the romance of the Three Kingdoms vividly, the water margin passionately, the news of his hometown objectively and fairly, and lead us to discuss family affairs ... Grandpa can't read and know nothing. I especially want to hear grandpa tell me about the romance of the Three Kingdoms. Much as I want to hear it, my grandfather is in my hometown and I live in the county. I seldom have a chance to listen for a long time. Listen to grandpa slowly first, what's more, I am in Hangzhou now! Every time I call my grandfather to tell him a story, he will worry about wasting the phone bill, so he just hangs up after saying a few words and says there are plenty of opportunities next. Finally, one day, we returned to our hometown. Grandpa saw me coming and welcomed me into the house with a smile. As soon as I sat down, I couldn't wait to say to my grandfather, "Grandpa, tell me about the Three Kingdoms!" " "Grandpa readily agreed to tell me about the Three Kingdoms. The gesture, eyes and voice were like a storyteller, and I was fascinated. But before this chapter was finished, grandpa began to cough, which was his old hand was ill. I coughed for several minutes before I stopped. I helped knock grandpa on the back. Grandpa apologized to me when his cough was not severe: "Lu, can I talk to you another day?" "Haven't say that finish, cough up again. I quickly said, "Nothing, nothing, there are plenty of opportunities." Then I quickly poured grandpa a glass of water, advised him to lie down and rest, and walked out of the room gently. After that, grandpa has been ill for several days. By the time he gets better, the school has already started, and I will go back to Hangzhou. I thought that Hui "kept his promise" and told me, but I didn't expect to see his voice again for the second time, only grandma's crying. "Words ..." What a familiar voice. Many listening apps are about the Three Kingdoms. How I want to hear you say it again! Today, my grandfather took me for a walk in the morning. Walking to the river, perhaps because of the rain, a wall by the river has been covered with snails of all sizes. The snail's slow pace makes people feel that it is a very honest and lovely little thing, leaving a shiny silver line where it climbs, but it is beautiful. So, I decided to grab some and take them home to play. As soon as I touched it, it noticed and shrank into the small house. Gee, it's strange that small shells are still stuck to the wall. I bent down, carefully took it off with my hand and put it in my palm like a baby, for fear of accidentally falling to the ground and breaking it. I was relieved when I walked into the house and put the snail on the table. After that, I immediately went to find a small bottle, a plastic bag and a monkey rubber band. I poured some water into the bottle, put a lettuce leaf on it, put the snail in it, covered it with a plastic bag, tied it with monkey rubber bands, and pierced some holes, and the snail's simple hut was completed. The little snail crawled leisurely in it, which was very uncomfortable. I began to observe them carefully. They have two alert antennae and two small eyes at the end of the antennae. Looking around, their mouths are so small that people can't see clearly. The heavy snail shell is a burden to them. It's time for breakfast, so I have to go to breakfast reluctantly. After breakfast, I immediately went to the "hut" and saw, hey, the snail has climbed up. It seems that although they climb slowly, they never stop and persevere, and finally succeed. Isn't there an old saying that "a hundred miles is half the battle"? These little snails not only look cute, but also have indomitable fighting spirit. This is an example for us to learn! The book Childhood is well worth reading. The protagonist of this book is a poor boy named Aletha. This article describes that Aletha, the hero, came to his grandfather's house with his mother after his father died, and spent his childhood there. With the death of his mother and the decline of his grandfather's family, Aletha had to go to the story of life alone. I think Alisha is a poor little boy, because he lost his father and his father's love when he was very young. After his father died, he followed his mother to his grandfather's house. During her stay at grandpa's house, Alisha was deeply loved and cared for by her grandparents. In addition, every night, grandma tells many stories to Alisha, which is very helpful for Alisha's growth. At his grandfather's house, he also witnessed two uncles quarreling and competing for property, showing selfishness and greed, completely ignoring family ties. Later, Aletha and his grandparents moved to a new home. In the new environment, he also met an excellent person-called "Good Thing", who is very capable, but often alienated or even rejected because of his maverick. After Good Things left, Aletha met another uncle-Uncle Peter. At first, Uncle Peter regarded Alisha as a relative. Later, somehow, Uncle Peter and Alisha were unhappy everywhere. Later, people found Uncle Peter's body in the backyard. Then, Alisha's mother died. So Alisha had to start her own life alone. Aletha spent his childhood in this suffocating and terrible world. But he was not afraid of difficulties, worked hard to grow up and eventually became an excellent person. When we think of ourselves, we should cherish the wonderful time and comfortable learning environment, study hard, overcome difficulties, forge ahead and become more valuable talents to society. Childhood is like a boat, full of sweets, games and joy. Mom and dad used to get up early to go to work. I followed them and saw my parents dressed and changed in a hurry. I always forget to squeeze some white ointment out of the soft bottle with a stick, then put it in my mouth, move it back and forth, left and right a few times, and then white bubbles will pop up in my mouth, and I will take a sip of water and spit out greasy milk. I was only three and a half years old then. How do I know this is toothpaste for cleaning teeth? It's just that there are many question marks in my little brain: what is the ointment in the soft bottle? Why does a small stick bubble when it moves a few times? Also, why do mom and dad always spit out such delicious milk? How can I let these questions go? One day, when my parents came home, I was left alone. I moved a small bench from my bedroom to draw, because only standing on the bench can I get soft bottles and sticks. I follow my parents' example. First, I put some water in a water cup, and then squeezed some white paste on the stick. Maybe I tried too hard and the white paste fell all over the floor. I don't care at all. I took a sip of water first, then spit it out, then put the stick in my mouth and brushed it up, down, left and right. White foam gradually emerged from his teeth, and a cool and sweet feeling suddenly spread all over his body. Then I took another gulp of water and spit it out. Wow, it is really milk. It turns out that I can also drink milk like mom and dad. I smirked proudly in front of the mirror. Just then, my mother, who didn't know when she came back, suddenly shouted, "Jun Jun, what are you doing? "I was so scared that I almost fell off the stool. I looked down at my mother's eyes and said trembling, "Mom, I … I just want to drink milk like you …" I was so scared that I was about to cry, but I told the story in detail. Who knows that my mother not only didn't blame me, but also told me the truth of brushing my teeth, and even praised me as a good boy who loves thinking. Don't mention how happy I was at that time. This is a hundred times sweeter than just "sucking milk". From that day on, I began to "breastfeed" twice a day-brush my teeth. There are too many interesting things in childhood. If they are strings of wind chimes, when the wind blows, they will make a crisp and cheerful sound, taking you back to that naive era.