Everyone has a childhood. Someone had a miserable childhood. Some people's childhood is carefree and happy, but they lack happiness. Everyone's childhood is different anyway. Degree is unique. Let me tell you something that happened in my childhood.
Everyone has a childhood, some people have a miserable childhood, and some people have a carefree childhood but lack happiness. Anyway, everyone's childhood is different and unique. Let me tell you an incident that happened in my childhood.
That day was the fourth day that I returned to my hometown in the summer vacation. That day, I was very upset. I was angry to see birds flying in the sky and ants carrying food. I want to shoot down the bird with a slingshot. I wanted to bury the nest, but I was angry and didn't fight. I think it may be a mood problem! Because this time I went back to my hometown, my former friends were alienated from me, probably because I came back from the city and no one played with me. I walked aimlessly in the rice fields, not knowing where to go.
At this moment, I saw an old good friend of mine, and I asked him where he was going with his bag. He told me that they were going to climb the mountain in secret. Usually, my parents won't let me go. He also told me that if you wanted to go, he would tell others for me. I readily agreed. I hurried home, took some food, put it in my bag and left. We sneaked up the mountain together. I accidentally fell down on the way up the mountain. My former friends are a little worried, but I have some little comfort. Along the way, the scenery of the mountains is beautiful, and the flowers and plants are also beautiful. Strangely, I didn't feel bored along the way, because I felt as if the birds were singing for me, and the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves was accompanying the birds. Everything is so beautiful and sweet. Unconsciously, we have reached the top of the mountain, and they say that this mountain will soon become a tourist attraction.
This happened when I was a child. This time not only made me feel happy, but also made me feel "friendship lasts forever".
Speaking of my childhood, it was really a carefree time. Of course, happiness and childlike innocence are indispensable during this time.
I remember when I was three or four years old, I had a little white rabbit. At that time, I didn't know the "secret recipe" for animal survival. I saw my grandfather feeding the rabbits vegetables all day, so I said to him, "Rabbits can't eat vegetables all the time. Give it some meat to eat! " Grandpa smiled and said, "Rabbits can only eat vegetables and radishes, not meat!" " But I didn't listen. I thought my grandfather was stingy and wouldn't give him meat. So when grandpa was taking a nap, I quietly took out shredded beef from the refrigerator and gave it to the mouth of the little white rabbit, but it didn't appreciate it and turned and ran away. I was very angry when I saw it, and I thought, I am kind enough to give you meat, but you don't eat it. See what I can do to you! I took shredded beef and stuffed it in its mouth. I held my breath when I saw it eating.
But at night, the rabbit actually had a stomachache and vomited, and I suddenly realized: rabbits really can't eat meat!
This is a classic and interesting story when I was a child. Do you think it is interesting?
Sixth grade childhood composition 3 childhood! Innocent! Walking in the desert of childhood, lovely and beautiful shells came into my eyes.
This is the memory of childhood, childhood dribs and drabs! Pick up a shell, oh, this is what scared me when I was five years old! That afternoon, my father was actually watching a horrible ghost film. I didn't want to, but I was attracted by the scary ghost film and enjoyed it. After reading it, it's already evening. I watched cartoons, but my parents are taking my brother out to buy clothes. I was attracted by the beautiful cartoons and couldn't bear to leave. "You go! I watch TV at home, just buy me a dress! " "You go! I watch TV at home, just buy me a dress! " "That's all right! Watch TV at home. " So, I am happy to watch TV. Unfortunately, the power went out. What a pity! The room was horribly dark. I cried with fear! The scene in the ghost film is spinning in my mind. "Don't!" It immediately occurred to me that if I shouted, ghosts would find me more easily. Give it food and it won't eat me! "As long as you don't come, my chocolate, rainbow candy, ice cream, cream cake, want want ice cream, want want crushed ice ... Anyway, as long as you don't come to eat me, these snacks are yours! Come and eat me! " The moonlight shone through the window, and I saw my own shadow and imagined it as a ghost. "Don't come, I don't taste good, it stinks, I haven't taken a shower for a year, my body is dirty, and there are many diseases. If you eat me, you will be poisoned. " "Boo hoo ..." "Open the door!" It's mom and dad! I ran to open the door and told them about today. They laughed. And tell me: there are no ghosts in the world! It's fake on TV. "Oh." I laughed too, just because mom and dad laughed!
Time flows eastward, and childhood is about to leave. But whenever I walk in the desert of my childhood, I am always happy!
Sixth grade childhood composition 4 childhood is a painting, which contains our colorful life; Childhood is a song, which contains our happiness and happiness; Childhood is a dream, which contains our imagination and longing. Looking back on childhood, we have countless joys and sorrows.
I have been pestering my mother to tell me stories since I was just sensible. My mother is like a Doraemon. She always takes out endless interesting stories from her "pocket" and makes me laugh every time. Once my mother told such a story:
The first time I drank seaweed soup and shrimp, I looked up and asked my mother, "Mom, there are bugs here that are still moving." Mom smiled and said, "that's not a bug, it's a shrimp." It didn't move again, just floating on the water. " Oh, I see. I drank happily. A few days later, I was so thirsty that I saw a bowl with water and "shrimp" on the dining table. I swallowed it in one breath. It happened that my mother came out of the kitchen. She stared at me in surprise and suddenly shouted, "kitten!" You ... You drank my Mi Chong! That's the bug I caught from rice! Spit it out! " I was at a loss and cried in fear. My mother saw it and hugged me and smiled. In the afternoon, when my father came back from work, my mother told him regretfully. Who knows, my father smiled and said, "Then she won't have to supplement protein these days." Afterwards, my mother told me to steam a bowl of Mi Chong for my dad another day to mend my body.
I can't help laughing when I think of those funny and stupid stories of my childhood.
I am seven years old and have a carefree, colorful and happy childhood.
In spring, when the swallows flew back to the north happily, the grass began to turn green gently, the frozen river thawed quietly, and a small peach blossom was smiling on the branches. I have flown my butterfly kite on the green grass. Looking at the blue sky, white clouds and beautiful kites flying up and down, I made a wish: May happiness accompany me every day.
In summer, dragonflies catch insects at low altitude, weeping willows begin to brush with water, and the ten-mile lotus gives off a faint fragrance. I have put on my swimsuit and caught loach and dug lotus roots in the river with my friends. Or have a fierce swimming competition, and children who can't swim will keep cheering for us on the river bank. When I won the swimming competition, I made another wish: May health and safety accompany me every day.
In autumn, when the dove of peace flies freely in the sky, the sea of rice turns up layers of wheat waves, sorghum lifts burning torches, and the orchard wafts thick fruit fragrance. My parents and I have prepared baskets to help farmers pick the harvested fruits. In the orchard, I learned knowledge that was not in the textbook, the skills of planting, pruning and fertilizing fruit trees, and how to pick and store fruits. In the tea garden, I learned tea picking and tea ceremony, and drank my own brewed tea. I made another wish: when I grow up, I want to be a teacher, teach all my knowledge to my students, and make my peaches and plums all over the world.
In winter, the whistling north wind blows, and crystal snowflakes come quietly with Christmas wishes. I have put on a thick cotton-padded coat and made a snowman in the yard with my children: a pair of black eyes, a long nose, a pink mouth, a gentleman's hat and a yellow scarf. Do you think my snowman is beautiful? When the weather is cold, I will sit around the fire and listen to my mother telling fairy tales, such as The Magic Pen of Ma Liang and The Little Match Girl. I always think: if only I had a magic pen of Ma Liang! I will draw a big and warm house and a lot of delicious food for the little match girl, and then draw her a pair of parents who love her, so that she can be as happy as me.
Students, do you think my childhood is interesting? As long as you have a love, you can have a happy childhood like me.
Sixth grade childhood composition 6 childhood is like a golden thread, stringing together the bright past like pearls, making my life colorful; Childhood is like a beautiful piece of music, connecting all the notes together and making my life pleasant; Childhood is like a magic pen, depicting a unique me!
My childhood has unforgettable memories!
Three years ago, I came to this strange class, which is also my new beginning. I am a little timid in front of active classmates, but now, we are as one family as brothers and sisters. I have been looking forward to growing up quickly, and I don't want to be a child in the eyes of adults. However, when I really want to say goodbye to my childhood and grow up, I know I should cherish all the good things, cherish the happy time of my childhood and cherish the good time of my childhood!
In my childhood, I was with my good friends every day. Now I can see their inseparable figures in my mind, as if I had gone back to the past, and I can hear our smiling voices and our sad expressions.
I miss studying and living with my friends. I can't forget how many times we flew kites full of dreams and friendship together. I can't forget the first time I stood confidently on the podium and shared my inner words with you. At that time, I read the eyes of trust. I can't forget the warmest smiles of teachers and classmates, giving me courage and strength; I can't forget several bickering with my deskmate, but in those moments I gradually understood the meaning of tolerance. ...
Now, we have to bid farewell to childhood and move towards another starting point of life. Recalling that unforgettable past, I am very moved and firmly believe that we are on the road and are not afraid of any storms!
My childhood was colorful.
When I was a child, my mother was busy with work, so I lived with her at school.
After breakfast, my mother put me on campus and let me run freely. I was naturally excited when I was in my mother's womb, and I ran wildly on campus, just like a wild horse that broke free from the reins. Fall, get up and run, fall, get up.
The school bunker is my favorite place to go. I call it my "treasure house", where there are countless gadgets I picked up from the campus, and I don't have to be afraid of being found, because almost no one goes, and my baby can change a batch there almost every day without worrying.
Secondly, there are flower beds on campus, which are difficult to call, but there is a lot of soil and no flowers at all. I dug there all day and covered myself with dirt, like an old man on the land.
I grew up in a play, but the change seems to be too fast, and it is difficult to eliminate that childishness. Just a few weeks ago, my mother hung a plate of leeks, which was used by jiaozi. I looked at the mop next to the plate and suddenly felt very interesting. I picked up the mop and waved it like I was possessed, but my heart was very sad. The mop suddenly lost control and flew to the leek plate like a drunk. I quickly put the plate straight, the plate was not broken and the leek was dirty. Of course, I also paid the price for my actions.
Even if I sometimes act childish, I am correcting myself and growing. The naive era has begun to leave me, and I will continue to grow, leave it completely and move towards another period full of dreams.
The brain is like a computer, storing knowledge and memory. My happy memories are fading away, replaced by new memories, but in any case, my heart is buried with fragments of my childhood, shining with crystal light.
Sixth grade childhood composition 8 childhood is a cheerful song, just like cheerful little waves; Childhood is a carefree song, just like a clear mountain spring in a mountain stream; Childhood is a sad song, like a wolf howling in the moonlight. ...
This interesting childhood story happened in the first grade of primary school. My mother picked me up from school that day, and my face has never been very good. When I got home, I stood on tiptoe, touched my mother's head with my little hand, and then touched my head, only to find that my mother had a fever. I helped my mother into the bedroom and thought, what should I do? I looked up at the clock. It's already half past six in the evening. I think I should wash the vegetables first, so that my mother won't be so tired when she wakes up to cook. I ran to the kitchen to get tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers and other vegetables of different shapes. I looked at the vegetable sink one head taller than me, weighed my toes, and only vaguely saw the silver edge. I jumped up and tried to reach the tap, but unexpectedly, my foot slipped. I suddenly realized that I picked up the heavy dishes and ran to the bathroom. I looked at the washing machine. It said "Siemens". I think this is a famous brand. If you can wash clothes, why not? I followed my mother's example, opened the cabin and put a lot of dishes. I stared at the buttons on it, a little confused, sweater? No, silk? What's more, at this moment, I saw the word "mixed". I felt that so many dishes were just right, so I did not hesitate to press "Gollum, Gollum ..." The noise of the washing machine was fierce, and I was afraid that it would affect my mother's rest, so I closed the bathroom door. After a while, "Ding Dong Ding Dong", the washing machine made such a sound. As if to say, "master, it has been washed as you ordered." I opened the hatch and grabbed it with my little hand, grabbing a pile of tomato foam and cabbage residue, and various sauces also gave off the stench of various detergent leftovers from time to time. At this time, my mother came slowly from the bedroom, and when she saw this scene, she was shocked. ...
Although it has been many years, it left a deep impression on me. Ok, this song has been played. Thank you for listening. This is my childhood, an interesting song.