Childhood is a song composition 1
Childhood is a song, a beautiful song; a happy song; and a hot song.
I remember that time, when I just entered kindergarten, I sat in front of the TV and looked at the red cherry jam on the TV. I kept my saliva because I didn't understand anything at that time, so I ate without thinking about what it was. That night, after everyone had gone to bed, I quietly got out of bed. I walked slowly and gently along the wall of the living room to the kitchen. When I arrived in the kitchen, I looked more carefully for the red sauce in a "group" of glass bottles, and the condiments were usually on the upper shelf. So I moved two "huge" rice storage jars, about 30 centimeters high. I climbed up the big jar on my hands and knees and turned it over on the shelf. I thought: "The black one is not; the brown one is not..." Twenty minutes later, I still couldn't find it. I was very puzzled because I saw my father carrying two cans of red sauce when he came home! In the blink of an eye, another ten minutes passed, and finally, I found two jars of red sauce at the bottom of the shelf. So, I took the sauce off the shelf as quickly as I could, couldn't wait to unscrew the lid, and imitated the adults to smell it first. Well, it was okay, so I dug it out with my hands and ate it. Just when I was about to get intoxicated, my God! The burning feeling in my mouth instantly made me feel something was wrong, ah! It was "chili sauce". I was so shocked that I didn't care about my sleeping family at all. I threw the jar of chili peppers on the ground and ran away. As soon as I ran to the bathroom, I heard my father and mother...
< p>Hey! This is such a hot song! Childhood is a song composition 2Childhood memories are sweet and bitter. It records every bit of childhood. In the eyes of some people, it is a fragrant lily and a colorful picture. But in the eyes of some people, it is a fragrant lily and a colorful picture. It is an unfinished song in my heart, and now I will play one of the moving melodies for everyone to listen to.
When I was five years old, I did an incredibly stupid thing: wash steamed buns.
My mother bought the trowel in the morning. At noon, the guests all came, and they all took steamed buns to eat. I couldn't help but curious and took one. Just when I was eating deliciously, the steamed bun in my hand fell out of control. I picked it up immediately, but the buns were covered with dust and sand. what to do? what to do? How to make steamed buns as clean as ever? I was almost crying with frustration.
At this time, I walked into the bathroom and saw the washing machine. A naive idea suddenly came to my mind: I put the steamed buns into the washing machine and poured a little washing powder into it. I pressed the switch and the washing machine started spinning. I danced happily, thinking that I could harvest a white steamed bun again.
After half an hour, the washing machine stopped. I opened it and saw, ah! Why is there nothing inside? Why did my steamed buns disappear? I was so anxious that I cried loudly.
The crying attracted my grandfather, and he asked me why while coaxing me. I pointed to the washing machine with tears in my eyes, "Woooo... I put the steamed buns in and wash... but... the steamed buns... the steamed buns... why aren't they... seen?" When grandpa heard this, he smiled from ear to ear. I pursed my lips in grievance, but Grandpa had to hold back his laughter and patiently explained to me. I couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing this.
Whenever I recall this incident, I always chuckle, as if all the haunting past events are vividly reappearing, and this touching song from my childhood has been lingering in my ears for a long time. ! Childhood is a Song Composition 3
"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are singing about summer loudly, and on the swing by the grass, there is a butterfly sitting on it..." Still remember, Playing mindlessly in the sun, still remember listening to the voice of the wind on the playground, still remember...
Childhood is like poetry, dream, and painting, many past events have been lost to the sea of ??time Diluted and never returned, but I will never forget that experience.
That was one summer when I was nine years old, and I was passing the time at home bored. A tempting fragrance wafted up, and I climbed up the stairs curiously and saw my puppy "Coke", who was greedily preparing to enjoy the braised pork ribs that my mother had just given him. I saw him looking left and right. , and playfully patted the ribs in the dog basin with his paws, looking triumphant, as if saying: "Humph, this is my delicious food, whoever dares to snatch it, look at me, young master, I will bite you to death." "I saw that it was not pleasing to the eye, so I got angry and stood there with my hands on my hips, like a blazing fire. Unexpectedly, the Coke was not afraid of me, but started to eat it with big mouthfuls. I looked at it with the cunning eyes of a child, couldn't help but smile sadly, and simply took a bottle of toilet water and sprinkled it on Coke. Perhaps the smell was too pungent, so Coke picked up the bones and ran away. When I saw it, hey, I'm excited, like a crazy little monster, chasing Coke all over the world. There are a few drops of green water on the sofa, in the tea cup, on the quilt that has just been dried, and on the clothes that are being dried. beads. For a moment, the house seemed to be immersed in a pharmacy, with a pungent smell everywhere. Mom noticed something was wrong and asked sharply: "What are you doing?" Huh? Even if I don't know how high the sky is, how can I have the courage to mess with my mother?
Childhood is a castle, full of joy, anger, sorrow and joy. When the symphony of childhood sounds again, you should also leave the best memories.
Childhood is a Song Composition 4
Everyone has a happy childhood history, which makes people laugh and cry, makes people sad and regretful... These kinds of events constitute a childhood song, and I, There is a happy childhood song.
When I was young, because of my naughty nature, I often suffered from my mother’s “finger-flicking magic”. But because of my silly personality, I have experienced a lot of "sweetness". What I still remember most vividly is the "TV storm!"
At that time, I was 5 years old, because of the TV It was so interesting that I loved watching TV series, but it didn't last long. When my mother found out, she was like an enraged lion and scolded me with her "Lion's Roar". After a few days, I couldn't bear it anymore and secretly turned on the TV. In order to prevent my mother from noticing, the inventor, I, pulled a super powerful electric fan over to cool down the TV.
"The truth is as high as the devil." Mom, the "great detective", discovered my plan. But when she heard about my invention, her anger suddenly disappeared and she hugged me lovingly.
This is one of the songs of childhood. Now let me introduce to you the story of "photo development"!
My parents took me around half of the world and took many photos along the way, but they thought it was too troublesome to put them in the camera, so they decided to develop the photos. While they were discussing, I heard it because I was so idle that my stomach ached. Develop photos? Oh, just put it in water and wash it! Hey, let me give them a surprise.
So, I cautiously entered their room, quietly put the camera into the sink, and started washing it carefully. In the evening, I asked for credit and reward. My mother and father were stunned for a while, and then suddenly laughed loudly. I was still confused.
Childhood is a song with endless surprises. Childhood is a song with endless aftertaste. Childhood is a song composition 5
Childhood is a song. Every note in the song has a different origin and is full of strange joy, anger, sadness and joy. On the staff of my childhood, there were dazzling notes, and there was one note that I will never forget.
I remember when I was 3 years old, my father and I were making origami and cutting out small animals at home. What I cut out were some weird and messy clowns. Dad's haircut was stylish and lifelike. Dad cut wolves, horses, fish, crabs, etc. The most interesting one was the domineering crab. It closed its legs and feet and looked straight ahead, as if it was invincible. An idea suddenly flashed in my mind and I said to my father: "Let's go catch a crab and have fun."
Immediately afterwards, we made all preparations and set off. We groped around in the river, and once we found the target, we didn't give it any chance to escape. Suddenly, a small crab flashed in front of my eyes. My eyes lit up, my hand was on the water, and then I caught it with a "swish" sound.
After catching it, my father said we should fry it and eat it. When I got home, I gently peeled off its membrane and saw a small yellow thing. Yeah, it turns out that crabs also have egg yolks in their bellies! I can't help it. I couldn't help but lick it and said, "Well...it tastes pretty good. It's different from other egg yolks. This must be authentic!" Dad saw it and said, "No! You can't eat this, it's shit!"
This incident has passed in a hurry, but it is still engraved on the wall of my heart and I will never forget it. My childhood is such a wonderful song! Childhood is a Song Composition 6
What is childhood? It is a colorful shell, it is golden sunshine, it is also a beautiful and dreamy memory...
Many interesting things happened in my childhood. Those things are both ridiculous and childish. I will talk about it below. Tell me a little bit about me.
I remember that in the summer when I was six years old, my mother and I went to my grandma’s house. As soon as I arrived at the door of my grandma's house, I happily went into the house to play with my sister. I saw her squatting in the house with a basin in front of her, wondering what she was doing.
I walked over and took a look, and it turned out that my sister was catching loaches. She said that her grandpa had just bought them and she would cook them soon. They were so cute and pitiful and they would die soon! We have to find a way to save them. So I said, "Sister, do you want to let the little loaches go?" Upon hearing this, my sister agreed with great excitement. So we took the loach and slipped out of the gate.
We came to the pool, and I was about to put the loaches in the water. My sister suddenly said, "They are called loaches. Why don't you put them in the mud?" When I heard this, I thought the same, There is the word mud in loach. I shouldn't put it in the water, what if it drowns, so we found a small mud surface, dug a small castle for them, buried them in mud, and returned happily Home.
After returning home, the adults were surprised at first, and then said: "Where have you been? We have been looking for you for a long time. Why are your clothes so dirty?" So I proudly told the story. After Qu Mai said it again, the adults burst out laughing and said seriously: "Children, Niqiu is not placed in the mud, but in the water, but you have done a good deed and deserve praise!"
Childhood is a song, it sings beautiful memories; childhood is a song, it sings a beautiful past; childhood is a song, it sings a beautiful and brilliant future! Childhood is a Song Composition 7
What is my childhood? Is it laughter? A colorful palette? Or a ever-changing kaleidoscope? No, it's a beautiful song.
I remember that in the summer when I was six years old, the weather was hot and the heat wave hit me, making me very irritable. I sat on the stuffy sofa. Even though the air conditioner was whirring, I was still sweating profusely and it was very stuffy. Suddenly, I wanted to go to the canteen to buy a popsicle to relieve my fever. I rummaged around the house in a hurry, found a dollar, and happily went to buy popsicles. After a while, I bought a popsicle, anxiously tore open the package, took out the popsicle, licked it, and started on the way home. I suddenly tripped over a stone on the road and the popsicle fell to the ground. I patted the sand on my body. Fortunately, it was okay. I looked at the popsicles on the ground and remembered that my mother often told me that if something falls on the ground, it must be washed before eating. So, I picked up the popsicle, came home, and hurriedly put the popsicle under the faucet, turned on the faucet, and rubbed it vigorously with my hands. After a while, hey, why are the popsicles gone? I was confused and very anxious.
An hour later, my mother came back, looked at my sad face, and asked me: "Son, what's wrong with you? What happened?" I cried and said: "I just felt very stuffy. , I took the money to buy popsicles. But on the way back, I tripped over a stone and dropped the popsicles. I think you often tell me that you have to wash things that fall on the ground before you can eat them. I took the popsicles and washed them, and the popsicles turned into water again." After saying that, my mother laughed loudly, cleared her throat again, and said sincerely: "I said you have to wash the things that fell on the ground before you can eat them. , but the popsicles will melt at high temperatures, and if you wash them, the popsicles will melt completely." After hearing this, I seemed to understand and laughed.
My childhood is a song, a happy and interesting song. In the singing of childhood, I slowly grew up... Childhood is a song composition 8
Childhood is made up of many songs, each song has its own charm and is endlessly memorable.
Happy Song
When we are in kindergarten, we can play some games every day, such as: handkerchief throwing, hide and seek, eagle catching chicks...
When playing with the handkerchief, you can sing and play at the same time, "Throw the handkerchief, throw the handkerchief, gently put it behind the children..." The happy and childish voice echoes in everyone's ears. What a happy moment it is. !
Sad Song
Three years of kindergarten are over, and we will soon go our separate ways. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but feel sad. At the ceremony We took photos first, and after giving out certificates and gifts, we all hugged each other and expressed our remembrance. How I wish time could stay at this moment, but this is impossible to happen.
Sad Song
Because I was too naughty when I was a child, I kicked oranges as balls when playing at my grandma’s house, trampling on the vegetables in a large vegetable field, and was beaten by my parents. I was rewarded with several "shaobings".
Song of Happiness
I didn’t sleep well. I caught a cold the night before and then the next day. My mother took me to the hospital and walked up and down. When I was hanging out of the water, I asked for help. I was really happy at this moment.
Childhood may not be beautiful, it may be good, it may be sad, but no matter what, she is the most precious to me. Childhood is a song composition 9
Childhood is like a song, sometimes it sings happiness and joy, sometimes it sings sadness and sadness.
"Hey!" The voice of our classmate came from the playground. A large group of us boys were having a knife fight with great interest, and I couldn’t help humming a song: "I held a Nepali knife in my hand and shouted the slogan of headshots. The soldiers in front signed up and those who had the ability came to fight in a duel. "Oops!" I was knocked down by one person and could only wait for a minute. The blow just now was really painful. I finally came back to life, and several more people came to attack me. I waited another minute, and my mood immediately turned from sunny to cloudy. Alas, this is a "bummer" song.
My mother is sick and has a high fever of 40 degrees. I helped my mother go upstairs, cooked porridge for her to drink, and kept changing her fever-reducing patches. I waited for her to drink water for two hours. I turned on the TV and watched her favorite TV series. She seemed to be getting better. His face looked much better and he was smiling. But I had a dull look on my face, hoping that she would recover soon. At this time, my mother sang a happy voice, but I hummed a sad song.
“Yangyang, it’s time for some snacks.
"At three o'clock in the afternoon, I ran to the living room in three steps and two steps at a time, and took a look, "Wow! "What a rich snack. I saw my favorite Magda ice cream, Hershey's milk chocolate, Oreo cookies and milk pudding on the table. My appetite increased, so I ate it hungrily, looking at the Mom, I quickly ran over and "fed" her one bite at a time. At this time, a man with patches all over his body appeared at the door and gave off a vomiting odor. At first glance, I knew he was a poor old man. . But he seemed to be very hungry, so we took another look at the food on the table, so I went out and gave him a box of biscuits. He held my hand, a little embarrassed, for fear of being infected with some virus. , my heart is sweet, here is another sweet song.
A disappointing song, a happy song, a happy song, a sad song, because these songs make up the colorful year. Childhood. Childhood is a song, what kind of song is your childhood? Childhood is a song essay 10
Childhood is a song that brings us happiness; childhood is on the beach, Colorful shells; childhood is the laughter of my friends, which brings me endless aftertaste. Childhood is carefree, just like the waves laughing all day; childhood is also sweet, like honey, which brings me endless aftertaste. It reminds me of that strange thing from my childhood.
I remember that it was a sunny morning when I came to the kindergarten and the teacher said to us: "Eggs, you just need to use your hands." No matter how hard you hold it, it will never break." So, after school, I went home with curiosity and did experiments. It happened that my grandma had just bought a basket of eggs, so I carefully took out one Another egg, ready for experiment. I picked up the egg with my little hand and shook it hard. Oh my god! The sticky liquid stuck to my hand. I thought to myself, "Isn't it going to break?" "Why did it break when I held it? So I "spoiled" a few more eggs. I said to my mother excitedly: "Mom, because this experiment has never been successful, I broke the eggs." Mom looked at the pot full of eggs. There were sticky egg whites on my hands, and I said angrily: "What are you doing, you kid?" But I smiled excitedly and didn't care about my mother's criticism until later. , I figured out that my hands were too small to hold the egg, so I broke it with my fingers. Thinking about me at that time, I was really naive.
Childhood is a song. Songs fill me with joy, just like a jar of honey that makes my memory extremely sweet and endlessly memorable. Childhood is a song. Composition 11
Childhood is a song that sings the innocence and joy of childhood. It is a slightly sour song that tells about some of the ups and downs in life. Childhood is a happy song that depicts the happiness and freedom of childhood... and the song that belongs to me is a beautiful song.
During one summer vacation, I invited my good friend Liu Xingyu to catch fish in a small pond in the suburbs. When I arrived here with my family, we were running around like birds that had escaped from the cage, unable to suppress the joy in our hearts. The air here is very fresh. This is the first time for us who are used to breathing smog! We embraced nature so enthusiastically that we almost forgot the purpose of coming here.
Since we were catching fish, of course we needed the "equipment" for catching fish. We quickly took out our fishing nets and buckets, and made all preparations. Liu Xingyu and I put our shoes aside, rolled up our sleeves and trouser legs, and got ready. "Let's go big."
I started to catch fish! I spread my legs, bent down, and plunged my hand into the water. I was so quick that I couldn't catch it. I aimed at the target, and with a "plop", I got the fish. I quickly put it into the bucket, waiting for the next prey. I locked my target on a small and flexible fish, and I plunged my hand into the water. But this fish was as smooth as if it was coated with grease, and it suddenly broke away from my hand. I was unwilling to give in, and started a fierce tug-of-war with this fish. Unexpectedly, it actually started playing hide-and-seek with me. , I was soaked all over, so I gave up. In a blink of an eye, it was time for us to go home. Look at the results of today's victory. , pretty good! In the joyful laughter, we embarked on the way home.
My childhood is a beautiful song that sings my innocence and happiness. Songs can accompany me through every intersection of life I pass... Childhood is a song Composition 12
Childhood is a song, and the song contains our happiness and joy; childhood is a painting, The paintings contain our colorful lives; childhood is a dream, and the dream contains our imagination and longing. There are unforgettable things in my childhood, full of childish things, and whimsical and silly things. Today I will tell you. Let’s share some silly things from childhood.
I remember it was a Saturday. My father invited his friends to play at home, and I happened to be at home. I saw an uncle holding my favorite apple, so I picked one up and ate it hungrily without thinking. The uncle looked at my eating look and said to me with a smile: "You are our Xuanxuan!" I said while eating the apple: "Yes, what's the matter?" The uncle said jokingly to me: "This apple hasn't been washed yet!" Because I was still young at the time, I didn't understand that apples can only be eaten after being washed.
So I said, "You can eat unwashed apples!" The uncle said, "What if there are bugs in the apples?" I thought for a while, then ran to get a cup and poured it into the cup. When it was full of water, he drank it in large gulps. After drinking it, he started doing somersaults again. My uncle saw it and asked me what I was doing. I said, "I'm washing apples." My uncle burst out laughing after hearing this. I didn't understand what he was laughing at, so I ran to ask my father. My father quickly explained to me: "The apple will be digested slowly after you eat it. How can you wash it?" I couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. .
Nowadays, the stupid thing of washing the apples you eat will not happen again. But how much I miss that innocent and pure childhood! Childhood is a Song Composition 13
Childhood is like a song, every note is an interesting thing, and among these "notes", there is one "note" that impressed me the most.
It was the summer vacation when I was eight years old. I was playing "hide and seek" with four friends. Unfortunately, I became the one who caught. While I closed my eyes and counted, my friends hid in different places. I started looking for it, and first I began to suspect a big tank in the corner. I climbed up and took a look, ha! I found one. I immediately went to look for the second one. When I walked to a ginkgo tree, a branch suddenly moved. I immediately grabbed a branch and pounded it around, and finally knocked out a person. At first glance, Ha, found another guy.
I found two, and it was time to look for the third one. I ran for a long time and couldn’t find it. Just when I was worried, the reeds next to the lake in front suddenly started shaking. It was strange and strange. There's no wind, what's going on? I was wondering when a little friend suddenly walked out of the reeds. It turned out that he was afraid that I would find him. He slipped and fell into the lake. What a daredevil!
Wow! Suddenly a strong wind blew, and we hurriedly hid behind a haystack. At this time, a big fat man suddenly rolled down from the hay on the haystack, and the four of us lay on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. Wow! Found them all!
When I think back to my childhood, my mood suddenly becomes much better, and I really miss the carefree life at that time. But childhood is gone forever! Childhood is a song composition 14
Childhood is a song, a beautiful song; a happy song; and a hot song.
I still remember that time, when I was just in kindergarten, I was sitting in front of the TV and saw the bright red cherry jam on the TV. I saved the saliva. Since I didn’t understand anything at that time, I didn’t even care what it was when I ate. That night, after everyone was asleep, I quietly got out of bed. I slowly walked along the wall of the living room to the kitchen. After arriving at the kitchen, I looked more carefully for the red sauce in a "group" of glass bottles, and the condiments were usually On the top shelf. So I moved two "huge" rice storage jars, about 30 centimeters high. I climbed up the big jar on my hands and knees and flipped it over and over on the shelf. I thought: "The black one is not; the dark brown one is not..." Twenty minutes later, I still didn't look for it. I was very confused. I saw my father coming back with two bottles of red sauce! In the blink of an eye, another ten minutes passed, and finally, I found two bottles of bright red sauce on the innermost shelf. Therefore, I took the sauce out from the shelf in the shortest time, couldn't wait to open the outer cover, and imitated an adult and smelled it first. Well, it's okay, so I immediately dug it out and ate it. Just when I was about to indulge in it, my God! There was a burning sensation in my mouth, and for a moment I felt that something was wrong, ah! It was "hot sauce". I was so frightened that I completely ignored my family members who were sleeping. I threw the jar of chili peppers on the ground and ran away. As soon as I ran to the bathroom, I heard my father and mother...
Hey ! This is such a hot song! Childhood is a Song Composition 15
My childhood, what is that? A colorful palette? Is it a ever-changing kaleidoscope? Or a color photo? Actually no, it is a beautiful song.
In my childhood, there were many innocent and happy silly things. They jumped happily like notes on a musical instrument and appeared in my mind over and over again. Of course, my childhood was not only sweet, but also sour, bitter, and spicy.
I still remember when I was 7 years old, that is, in the first grade. The students in our class all like to play the game "cop catches thief". One day, the bell rang, and the classmates filed out of the classroom full of learning atmosphere to play the game of "police and thief". Our class is divided into two groups: boys in one group and girls in one group. Boys act as "policemen" and girls act as "thieves". I don't like the word "thief" very much. Why are we girls allowed to be "thieves"? Isn't it okay for boys to be "thieves"? However, I had a great time. Since we girls are allowed to be "thieves", of course there is priority. We chose five bases. When we "thieves" are in trouble, we can run into the base to take shelter temporarily. I still remember that because of this "Police Catch Thieves" "The game caused a "police dad controversy".
Everyone said: "My dad is a policeman.
"My father is a policeman, your father is a fake policeman..." When it came time to hold the parent-teacher meeting, it was obvious that no one's father was a policeman. I was very puzzled: at that time, why did the classmates talk about their fathers? Is it a policeman? Maybe everyone wants to have a policeman father. How majestic it is!
My childhood is a beautiful song that has always accompanied me.