In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone has the experience of writing essays, and they are very familiar with them. Compositions require a complete chapter structure, and you must avoid compositions without endings. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? The following is a collection of childhood marshmallow compositions that I have collected. You are welcome to share them. Childhood Cotton Candy Composition 1
Turning the corner, the hustle and bustle in my ears disappeared instantly. In this narrow alley, several young couples were taking their children to buy Cotton Beach.
The sun shines down slantingly, rendering the alley into a golden world; the scent of cotton candy permeates everywhere here, adding a fairy tale color to the alley. This quiet and peaceful alley seems incompatible with the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and is completely different from the bustling market. This is a small independent world.
"Mom, Mom, I want a marshmallow, buy me one, okay?"
Just when I was stunned, a mother and daughter came over. . But why does the little girl's coquettish voice, her tone of voice, and the mother's love for the little girl in every move look so familiar? Thinking about it carefully, it turns out that a few years ago, I also said the same words and tone to my mother...
Perhaps it is children's fascination with sweetness. When I was a child, I liked it the most All I eat is marshmallows. Whenever I see marshmallows for sale, I will clamor to buy them. "Mom, buy me a marshmallow..." "Just one..."
"..."
My mother always can't stand my nudges. Reluctantly, I bought one. "Eat, eat, you little glutton, it's better if you have teeth!" Although she said this, the mother's eyes were full of love.
At that time, I would be like the children in the alleys now, who got the marshmallows given by their parents, laughing and laughing, and eating themselves into a "cat face" without even realizing it. My mother always looked at me dotingly as I finished the marshmallows, and then she came forward to tidy up my clothes and wipe my mouth...
Therefore, my childhood was unknowingly under my mother's care. Under the care, wrapped in marshmallows, it gradually disappeared.
"Miss, I see you have been standing here for a long time. Are you waiting for someone? Do you want a marshmallow?"
"Ah... I want one..." He suddenly came back to his senses and smiled awkwardly.
Take the marshmallow and take a bite. The sticky, soft and sweet taste is the taste of my childhood and my mother’s taste.
Holding the marshmallow, he turned the corner and faced the hustle and bustle of the street. The mother's voice came from behind: "Okay, dear, mommy will buy it for you."
The corners of the mouth raised slightly, yes, that little girl and I were very lucky. We spent our childhood hiding in that marshmallow-like maternal love. Childhood Marshmallow Composition 2
Everyone has his or her own childhood, and everyone’s childhood is pure and flawless. It is a happy thing to recall the past events of childhood. It was a period without tasks or worries. Life is a happy and happy life. I really want to go back to my childhood. Every childhood event is worth pondering. That delicate little face always has a smile as bright as the sun. It’s so cute!
To this day, the one that impressed me most deeply is still that time.
At that time, I loved eating marshmallows the most (who didn’t love eating them as a child), they were soft, sweet, and so delicious (I still miss them today)! Once, I was playing in my father's unit.
After a while, an uncle (that is, my father’s colleague!) bought me a bunch of marshmallows that I had never eaten before. I looked at them and said, "Thank you, uncle!" "I quickly snatched the marshmallow over (oh, how rude!) and ate it with relish, "Well, it's so delicious!" After eating, I pulled my uncle's clothes and shouted coquettishly: " Uncle, uncle, can you buy me another bunch?" Uncle looked at my greedy look and said, "Okay! I'll buy you another bunch!" Just when I was secretly happy, my father was disappointed. Said: "No, eating too much marshmallows will make you cough, so you should eat less!" I thought: Dad, Dad, ruin my good deeds, huh, annoying! Dad couldn't understand my thoughts at all, so he didn't care and took me home.
When I got home, I thought: If Dad doesn’t give me marshmallows, then he doesn’t believe that I can’t do it with my wisdom. I made up my mind. So, I ran to the room, pulled out the cotton from my quilt bit by bit, then ran to the kitchen, sprinkled sugar on it while my father wasn't paying attention, and baked it in the microwave. After a few minutes, I took out the marshmallows and felt very happy.
I couldn't wait to take a bite: "Wow! It tastes so bad, I almost choked me to death!" Dad saw it and said in surprise: "What are you doing?" I told what happened one by one. I told my dad. After hearing this, my dad said: "Haha, you are so stupid, this is not how marshmallows are made!" I laughed, I felt so stupid, so stupid!
This is my childhood! Childhood Marshmallow Composition 3
When I was a child, I had a very tricky mouth and it was difficult to find something I liked to eat. Apart from fried egg pancakes and wrapped dumplings, there are really "few" things that can arouse my appetite, and marshmallows are the best among them.
I remember that every weekend, my mother would always take me to the park to play. Whenever this happens, the unique aroma of marshmallows always hits my face, swaying the glutton in my stomach. It’s really hard to stop. I looked at the marshmallow with my mouth watering, but my mother would always see through my mind. Then, a marshmallow came into my hand. What kind of marshmallow is this: fluffy and fluffy, like a small pillow-like "snow mountain bun": silky "cotton" is crystal clear, like the rime in Jilin; take a bite and it will melt in your mouth, and you will feel a sudden wave of marshmallow. The sweet aroma is refreshing. I couldn't help but stretch. Oh, it turns out that its sweet fragrance has drunk my heart.
It was the weekend again, and my parents didn’t take me to the park to play because they had something to do. Hey, there are no marshmallows this week, so what should I do? "Marshmallow, marshmallow, marshmallow..." I chanted over and over again. Suddenly I remembered: Don’t we have cotton at home? So, I frowned and took it into consideration.
I took out the cotton from the bag, then brought a large basin of water, poured half the bag of sugar into it, stirred it evenly, and then poured all the cotton into the sugar water, thinking: Wait for it to dry. It's ready after drying. When I think about eating "marshmallows" soon, my little eyes feel as sweet as honey.
Taste it after drying. Why is it not sweet? So, the remaining half of the bag of sugar was put into the water. After it was dried and tasted again, it was so astringent that I couldn't swallow it. "Bah! Bah! Bah!" I spit out all the "marshmallows" in my mouth. Then I thought: There must be something wrong with the quality of the raw materials! So, I angrily threw all the cotton into the trash can and went to watch TV.
When my mother got home, I angrily told her about this. Unexpectedly, she laughed loudly and said: "Silly boy, marshmallows are made of sugar filaments, not cotton, because The sugar threads are twisted like cotton, so they are called marshmallows.
Although it has been a long time, every time I think about it, I can't help but ask my mother: "Mom, tomorrow. Can you buy marshmallows for me? "Childhood Marshmallow Composition 4
"You are the marshmallow in my heart, sweet dreams, the world has changed with you." When this familiar melody echoes in my ears, I will think of the marshmallow. Sweet taste.
When I was a child, I especially liked marshmallows. The colorful marshmallows always made me have endless aftertaste. When I bite it, the sweet sugar slowly melts in my mouth. It’s an enjoyable feeling.
As I grow up, I eat marshmallows less often, but I will never forget the sweet taste. I still remember that day, I went for a walk with my mother. As I walked, I discovered that the old man selling marshmallows had come to set up a stall again. I pestered my mother to buy me one. At first my mother didn't agree, but when she saw that I wanted to eat it so much, she bought me one. I was so excited that I couldn't speak. I saw the old man putting a spoonful of sugar into the machine for making marshmallows. After a while, I saw the machine spitting out snow-white silk like silkworms. The old man quickly used a bamboo stick to spin in the machine, and after a while, a cloud-like marshmallow was born.
I happily took it and asked my mother if she wanted to eat it. My mother declined me: "No, as long as you are happy. Seeing you eating so happily makes me happy too." My mother looked at me biting the marshmallow, her eyes filled with love. I know it’s not that my mother doesn’t like marshmallows, but she wants to leave the good stuff to me. "Mom, you'd better try the marshmallow. I'm sure you'll be very happy after eating it." Mom chuckled, "Really? Then let me try it." I quickly handed the marshmallow to my mother, and she bit it. After one bite, I saw my mother eating it, and I quickly asked: "Mom, are the marshmallows delicious?" My mother's face was filled with a bright smile, "It's really sweet, but your intention is sweeter than this marshmallow." I feel happy. My mother held my little hand, and while I felt the temperature in my mother's palm, I watched this snow-like flower elf cast magic on us and bring us a sweet time. We walked slowly, and the marshmallows in our hands became smaller and smaller, turning into sugar water and filling our hearts.
The setting sun covered my mother and I with a layer of light brown frosting. I happily bit the marshmallow and walked home with my mother. Behind me, Grandpa Marshmallow’s shouts followed. As our steps go further and further away. This day will be a "sweet" scene in my future memories. Every time I eat marshmallows in the future, I will be doubly happy because of the experience I had with my mother today. Childhood Marshmallow Composition 5
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling, jingle-a-ling-a-ling." The school bell rang, and we ran into the classroom quickly, and the teacher came.
Today’s composition class is taught by Teacher Guo. She brought us a mysterious box. Teacher Guo held it in his hand and asked us to guess what was in the box. The students started talking about it. Some said it was a card, some said it was stationery, and some said it was a prize. They all had different opinions. At this moment, a classmate raised his hand and said to the teacher: "I think it's a marshmallow, it looks elastic." After saying that, the teacher looked at him suspiciously and said "oh". Seeing that we were so impatient to know the results, the teacher invited two students to come on stage to taste, and then the students below judged what was in the box based on the expressions of the two students. Suddenly the classroom was boiling!
After the first student came on stage, he turned around, put something in his mouth and bit it. At first it seemed to be delicious, but gradually he looked like it was very difficult to eat, and finally he really felt like it was delicious. Unable to bear it any longer, he covered his mouth with his hands and swallowed it hard. The teacher asked the students to continue watching. The second student nodded vigorously while eating, which made everyone drool. In the end, he couldn't help but jump up. Some students seemed to understand something and raised their hands. The teacher asked a classmate to answer, and she said: "It must be a marshmallow, because it is bouncy when it jumps."
"Yes, I brought marshmallows today. Let me tell you about myself. A story from my childhood." At this time, the students all sat up straight and listened to the teacher's words attentively: "When I was a child, I liked to imagine, lying on a large piece of grass, looking at the flowers in the blue sky that looked like marshmallows. I fell in love with marshmallows when I saw the clouds, and now they have become my favorite.
"Teacher Guo said interestingly: "Sometimes a casual move or a simple word of yours can move people, give them courage, and maybe even change their life's destiny! ”
The teacher’s words have lingered in my heart for a long time! The beautiful childhood is like cotton candy. If you want to ask what it feels like, it is the faint, sweet fragrance of sugar, which is also the true meaning of happiness! The cotton of childhood Sugar Composition 6
Whenever I eat marshmallows, I will think of a silly thing I did in the winter when I was 5 years old. I believe you will laugh after listening to it.
It was a winter morning when my mother and aunt took me out to play. On the way back, my mother bought me a marshmallow. The marshmallow was soft, sweet and delicious. After eating it, I felt it was not enough, so I begged my mother to buy me another one. Seeing this, the auntie hurriedly took out the money and wanted to buy it for me, but my mother said: "She has bad teeth these days, and the doctor said no." Eat too many sweets. So, the aunt smiled and said to me: "When your teeth are healed, I will buy them for you." "After I heard this, I was very helpless. Who told me that my teeth were bad!
Although I didn't eat the marshmallows, I had already made a wishful thinking in my mind: It's just marshmallows and sugar. I'll go home. Make it yourself. At noon, when we got home, my mother put me aside and went to make lunch. I tiptoed to the bedroom, opened the cabinet, pulled out the quilt with all my strength, unzipped it, and grabbed a lot. Then I gently walked to the kitchen, stole a spoonful of sugar while my mother was not paying attention, and quickly returned to the room. I picked up the sugar and poured it into the cotton. Just when I was about to open my mouth and bite it, I suddenly thought that the sugar would not melt without water. So I carefully ran to the water dispenser in the living room and poured some water into the cotton. Then I went to the stove to dry it. Pick up the cotton. After a while, the cotton was dried by me. I looked at the delicious food I made with pride, opened my mouth and started eating it.
But I always felt that this marshmallow was not good. The one I bought was delicious. So I spit it out again. At this time, my mother happened to come in. She saw my mouth full of cotton and asked me anxiously what happened. Shidi told her mother. After hearing this, her mother laughed from ear to ear and said, "You little fool. "
Although it has been many years since this incident, I still clearly remember the scene of that little fool eating "marshmallows". Childhood Marshmallows Composition 7
I have been around since I was a child I love eating sweets, and there was a joke about it. It was a winter day, the sun was warm, and my mother took me to play in the park. At the entrance of the park, there was an uncle selling white and fluffy marshmallows. I was so greedy for marshmallows that I drooled. I pushed my mother to buy one for me, but my mother, who loved me very much, refused to let me go. She said I had a cold and couldn’t eat candy, and then she dragged me back crying.
After two or three days, my mother took me to my aunt’s house. As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw a large area of ??snow-white things drying in the yard, which was particularly eye-catching in the sun. When my mother told me that it was cotton, the snow-white, fluffy marshmallows immediately came to my mind. I thought to myself: "It's great. Cotton plus sugar, isn't it the marshmallow that I miss so much?" ”
After lunch, I saw no one around, so I ran to the yard and secretly packed some cotton. I thought if you don’t give it to me, I would make it myself, and I would make it a super big one. . So I grabbed a big handful and put them in the bag. Of course, I didn’t forget to “destroy the corpses” and spread the cotton flat again, making it look like no one had touched it, and then left quietly.
When I got home, while my parents were upstairs, I sneaked into the kitchen. I washed the cotton in the basin (hey, it’s quite hygienic!) and then turned on the gas stove. Put the cotton in the big pot and start frying! I kept observing the changes in the cotton while frying it. Why is it not as fluffy and beautiful as marshmallows? Oh, it must be because there is no sugar! Put a tablespoon of sugar into the pot and imagine that the sweet and delicious marshmallows are about to come out of the pot. I can't help but get excited.
But in fact, I smelled a strange smell, and the cotton turned yellow. Just when I was in a hurry, my mother heard the noise and ran downstairs. She criticized me first. When she found out that I wanted to make marshmallows by myself, she said to me in a dumbfounded way: "My little ancestor, This cotton is not that cotton, you can't make marshmallows like this." So, making marshmallows ended in failure.
Every time I recall these interesting stories, my childhood comes back to me.