In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my composition about childhood for your reference only. Let's have a look. Take childhood as the topic of the composition 1 The years of childhood pass quietly like water. I will graduate from primary school in a blink of an eye. Reluctant to leave this campus. I have too many wonderful memories here; Reluctant to leave this class, I have too much happiness here. Yes, I have so many fond memories of my childhood that I really don't want to say goodbye to him. How happy childhood is! How can I wave goodbye to him? How I want to lead my childhood by the tail. Get that wonderful memory back. Those childhood memories always make me unforgettable. I won't forget that I painted myself as a giant panda with my mother's cosmetic box. I will never forget that I was stung by a hornet's nest and stung into a fat doll; I will never forget that riding a pig destroyed grandma's vegetable field and was beaten; I will never forget when I was six years old. Xiao Ran and I were playing on the kang of Xiao Ran's house when he suddenly made a scene with me. Because, at this time, his grandmother and his mother are in the outhouse. He is more presumptuous, and we roll on the kang. In the end, his "crusade army" was defeated. He always surrenders first and then starts fighting. Finally, his mother found out: "You two problem children, stop it. Just don't press the steamed bread. " At this time, we found a quilt on the kang. We uncovered the quilt. I saw "pie" one by one. We looked at each other. I couldn't help laughing out loud. How can we grasp the steering wheel of life without experiencing the ups and downs of childhood? How can we sail to the rough sea of life without bidding farewell to childhood? How can there be a bright future without stepping into youth? Let's all sail! Goodbye, alma mater loaded with countless memories; Goodbye, United collective; Goodbye, teachers who have taught me countless knowledge; Goodbye, give me countless happy partners. Let's run to a wider ocean! Childhood is a fragrant lotus, its center is full of all the fragrance of lotus, and its center is a colorful treasure box filled with candy. Every candy is a secret that you will never forget, and it has various flavors. In retrospect, every little secret is like a shining pearl, connected together, shining and flashing in the long river of my memory. When I was a child, I often looked up at the sky and meditated, watching lovely birds flying around, eager to be a bird and fly in the air, and envied those carefree birds. My heart keeps returning: why can't I fly in the white clouds and blue sky like a bird? I have been working on this problem since the first grade. That day, I threw a stone at the sparrow jealously, and it flapped its wings and flew away. The sparrow's action gave me an idea. I learned to look like a sparrow and swung my arm up and down hard, but I stayed where I was and didn't move at all. So I climbed the stairs and jumped down from it, struggling for fans in the air a few times, but my ass still became the masterpiece of my father. I still fly with a big fan, but I still can't fly, although I feel like I'm stuck in the air. So I thought of the helicopter's spiral, and I circled 998 1 circle in the air, and my head was 998 1 circle bigger, but I couldn't fly, I wanted to vomit, and I couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest. Dad laughed on his back. My mother asked me kindly, and I said the idea of learning to fly word by word. My mother whispered something to me with a smile, and I understood it all. I laughed with my father. I often touch this childhood lotus flower and smell its refreshing fragrance. Take out a saturated candy and share a secret with your friends ... childhood stories are really interesting and endless. I remember many years ago, we were all immature children and engaging teenagers with dreams. I have a lot of longings and expectations in my heart. I look forward to growing up quickly and making my dream come true. Laughing and crying are childish. Very free and easy. Now we are all grown up and are no longer childish teenagers. A mature face, a mature heart, less smiles and more troubles. No longer a green apple, my dream is coming true step by step, but my childhood is gone forever, and I can never come back. We can only say goodbye to those childishness. Let those memories rest in peace. Wouldn't it be nice to have a hug in your dream? In my dream, I was still the girl with long braids, singing and laughing. What will you look like in your dream? In my dream, I played with my familiar partners. Suddenly it seems like those childhood friends, I really want to ask, how are your childhood friends? Are there many changes? Do you still remember me Time goes by, many years later, we are all white-haired, and suddenly we open the photo album and miss you so much. Miss this is a kind of happy miss. I will smile and look at every lovely smiling face, and I will think of our many childishness and friendship. I hope all the friends who have read this article will put down your tense nerves and take some time to think about those beautiful things. In fact, in your heart, it depends on whether you hide it or not. In fact, he is like a maggot attached to a bone and seeps into the blood in our hearts. Isn't this the treasure we cherish? Remember that bosom friends are hard to find, so don't miss them when you meet them. You don't need to be together every day, and you don't need money and fame. Most importantly, if you have the heart, you won't forget. I remember when I was in primary school, we always sighed: Alas, how did this time pass so slowly? When can I grow up and step into the gate of middle school? Now, we are no longer looking forward to it. We want to go back to our happy childhood and carefree days. Children's Day is coming. Seeing my brother's tense rehearsal program, I can't help feeling a little envious, which is somewhat bitter. Looking back on the past days, I used to be an active member of various activities. I will also perform many programs on Children's Day. Alas, now, the day that no longer belongs to me has come again. Looking back on that wonderful childhood, we were free to play in childhood; In childhood, you can talk nonsense; In childhood, we can be spoiled at will ... Now, we have become teenagers, and those childhood days have left us forever. Looking back on that wonderful childhood, I feel that those days are more and more precious. What does it mean to grow up? Growing up means giving up that carefree life, giving up everything you love, giving up that childhood and innocence that will never return ... Once, I asked a friend: Do you like growing up? She shook her head with a wry smile, but smiled proudly and said, "Although it will be bitter when we grow up, we will be more mature and know more. I like growing up! " After listening to her words, my heart suddenly opened up. Although Children's Day no longer belongs to us, we will have more things as we grow up. Although you will lose something when you grow up, everyone has to experience growth. Instead of being immersed in the anxiety of losing childhood, it is better to open your arms and greet the growing tomorrow with a smile. Taking childhood as the topic of composition 5 Time flies. I slept 13 this year and grew up gradually. It was an ordinary childhood that said goodbye to me, but I was still looking for it on the beach of memory-ten minutes before class, I was playing with my little sister; In the face of sudden lightning and thunder, I panicked; For the sudden power outage, I am looking for a bright figure ... childhood is like a car full of clothes and fruits, and it is also full of many childhood events. There are too many childhood events. If they are strings of wind chimes, then when the wind blows, they will make waves of noise ... Listen! They came: I was six years old that year, and I had a pot of flowers at home. I often stand on a small bench and watch it for a long time, but I find that potted flowers are a little fly in the ointment: they have no fragrance. I'm very sorry about that. If only this flower had a fragrance! I turned my head and had an idea. One day, when my parents were not at home, I went to the bathroom, where I got perfume. Before I came to the flowerpot, I unscrewed the bottle cap and sprinkled a little on the petals. Some of them removed the roots and tried to spread the fragrance from the branches to the stamens. After a while, the room was filled with fragrance. Mom came back, smelled the fragrance and asked me what was going on. I told my mother what I had done. Hearing this, he sighed in distress situation: "Alas! You little fool, the flower will die if you do this. " At first, I was dubious about my mother's words. The flowers began to turn yellow the next day and withered in a few days. "Ha ha ha ....." After listening to my childhood story, you will laugh and I will laugh. You see, how naive and ignorant I was when I was a child! I miss my childhood. I miss my childhood. My childhood ignorance and dreams drift and sail quietly in the boat with time. With the passage of time, they left me ... Writing on the topic of childhood 6 In my happy childhood, my interesting things were like colorful shells on the beach. Now, let me pick up the biggest and most beautiful shell, then open it and tell you the story inside! I remember grandma gave us a box of eggs. I fantasized that I could hatch these eggs into chickens like my mother, so I picked up an egg and put it on my stomach, saying, "I will keep it on my stomach until the chickens hatch." Mom and Dad smiled and told me: "To hatch chickens, eggs must hatch at 37 degrees for 2 1 day! Say that finish and couldn't help laughing. After listening to it, I thought, "The temperature on the radiator must have reached 37 degrees, just in time to put eggs on it. "So, I took a towel, wrapped the selected eggs and put this towel on the heater. The next day, I couldn't help but open the towel again, hoping to hatch chickens, so I drew some chickens on the eggs. Wait and wait, hope and hope! Finally, on the 21st day, I took out the egg and saw that it didn't turn into a chicken. I was wondering when my mother suddenly opened the door and came in. Surprised and a little suspicious, she said, "How did the chicken get on the eggshell?" I said disappointedly, "that's not a chicken, it's a picture I drew on the eggshell." "At this moment, my father came over and said," Why don't you open one and have a look? "! As soon as he spoke, he opened an egg. Dad saw it and said with a smile, "Son, its egg white has evaporated, so it will definitely not hatch a chicken." So I had no choice but to ask my father to open the remaining three eggs. As a result, my father's words were confirmed, and no chickens hatched. My childhood was full of fantasy, curiosity and longing. Taking childhood as the topic of composition 7, I suddenly found myself out of childhood with a heart of exploration. What is childhood? Childhood, childhood, I have been chanting this word in my mouth. Childhood is a colorful lollipop. Childhood is praise; Childhood is holding hands with a silver smile; Childhood is a discovery. Childhood is a colorful picture page, and it is also a movement full of happy symbols. Childhood is a string of dreams, thinking about flying freely with birds, swimming in the clear lake with small fish, holding hands with nature animals and playing together. Childhood is a photo. I participated in the Guzheng Competition with my classmates and smiled happily after winning the prize. Listen carefully in class, answer questions actively, and be proud of being praised by the teacher. Childhood is a song. Let's paddle happily and sing a song in the ocean of songs. Childhood is a bright night sky, as pure as the moon, as lovely as the stars, with a dream of disappearing like a meteor. Childhood is a small seedling, which needs the baptism of wind and rain, the sunshine, the warmth of the moon and the nourishment of the soil to grow into a towering tree and become a pillar. Childhood needs self-confidence, just like fish can't live without water; Childhood needs dreams, just as human beings cannot live without air. Childhood needs persistence and frankness, and life will naturally have stumbling blocks. We should also bravely challenge and defeat them with our wisdom and strength. Time waits for no one, and an inch of time is worth an inch of gold. Let's cherish our last childhood. Childhood-grasping yourself, believing in yourself and cherishing yourself is the most important thing. Childhood is a boat, full of joy. When I was in the second grade, many experiments failed. I suspect that you are stupid. I heard that the fish in the river is delicious, and besides, it makes the magnetic head eat wisely. As the saying goes, the rivers and lakes are full of sweet and sour pears, and everyone knows it. I decided to taste the fish in the river myself. Why not? Xu Rong and I agreed to go home to catch fish in my river during the Dragon Boat Festival. The Dragon Boat Festival is here, so let's go home and catch fish together. His ex-grandmother in Shuihe made an inside call for free, Xiaoyu. Xu Rong and I caught a chubby little fish, and we decided to catch it. This small fish is not easy to catch. It swam forward, followed by Xu Rong. Xu Rong reached out and grabbed it. Xiaoyu struggled in Xu Rong's hands. Finally, she broke free. It fell into the water. Mud splashed on both of us, making us look like inflammation of small eyes. Hmm! I can't believe I can't catch you! We hurried to chase Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyu hurried forward, swimming and swimming, and suddenly she couldn't swim. Oh, he will be discouraged, because he can't escape from us! We walked on unhurriedly, but just as we reached for it, it slipped away again. Even you little fish dare to make fun of me, hum! ! I am very angry. At this time, cioffi came up with a coup. He's in front of the obstacle, and I'm at the guard. Xiaoyu was cornered and had to surrender. Seeing that the small fish are docile, they dance happily. "Pa", this is the foot slipped and fell on the river. "Ha ha ha" and "Huahuahua" rivers played cheerful songs. The childhood of the ship is also loaded with more songs and laughter! Childhood life is extremely happy and unforgettable. I can't help laughing when I think of an incident six or seven years ago. That year, my mother asked my aunt to take care of me because she wanted to have a little brother in the hospital and my father had to go to work. Looking at me, who is usually clever and sensible, my aunt slept with confidence. Hey! What a bore! What should a person do? I like painting very much, so I can take action. In a short time, an art book is full of small animals with different dynamics. This little book is not enough for my teeth! I searched everywhere and finally found a big piece of paper. I pulled the big quilt covered by menstruation off the bed and laid it flat on the ground. This extra-large paper is really heavy. At the age of three, it really takes all your strength to suck milk! I lay on it and drew happily: This is a rabbit with long ears, short tail and red eyes. Also eat radishes; Dogs, kittens, chickens and ducklings are still playing hide-and-seek ... hey! Aunt is really lazy. She obviously came to play with me, but now she is asleep. There's nothing I can do about her. When the quilt is covered, I draw on the sheets again. "Aunt! Aunt! " I shouted. "What's the matter?" The sleeping aunt woke up from her sleep and asked absently. "You see how cute I draw! Better than children! " I pointed to the painting and said proudly. Aunt looked surprised and said, "You painted them all. How cute! " I pouted proudly and said, "Of course!" Aunt hugged me and kissed me and said, "It's a great painting, but you have to draw in art books in the future, but you can't scribble!" " "I am very happy. Mom was angry and laughing when she found out. Childhood is gone forever, but the wonderful life of childhood will always be engraved in my heart. My childhood is really funny, my childhood is really happy, and I miss my childhood very much. Writing on the topic of childhood 10 I had a wonderful time in my life, and that was my childhood. There were many interesting things in my childhood. Let me tell you one. Next to my hometown, there is a pile of sand, and holes often appear in these sand. I thought some children made it with sticks. However, one day, I saw some wasps coming out of the hole. Originally, I was not interested in their existence, but one day they stung me for some reason, which made me painful to death, so I wanted to kill the bees. How can I beat so many wasps by myself? I thought about it and decided to form a bee extermination team. My bee-killing team was set up. There are five people, all of whom are my good friends. We have all kinds of "weapons" in our hands, including stones, water guns and bamboo poles with bamboo leaves. After the selection, everyone elected me as the captain. A tragic human war has begun. First, everyone buried the wasp hole. Then, when the wasp came back, he found that his home was gone and had to dig again. At this point, I gave the order and used the "Stonehenge". Suddenly, stones rained down and wasps were like ants on hot bricks. Look, some wasps were crushed to death by stones! The "Stonehenge" has passed, and everyone takes out their weapons and continues to fight. At this time, the battle has reached a white-hot time. I'm just in command, and I didn't take part in the "battle". At that time, I only saw a basin of water and threw it at the wasp. Suddenly, the ground became a river. The wasp seems to shout "help" in the river. At the last moment, we took out the bamboo pole and started sprinting, killing and killing ... we won and no one was injured. Although some wasps ran away, we also got revenge. It was a beautiful battle, and everyone else and I laughed. Ah! When I was a child, the bee killing team really made me unforgettable! If only I could go back in time, but it may be an illusion. I love my childhood! I like to recall interesting things about my childhood. Writing on the topic of childhood 1 1 With the growth of age, childhood began to gradually leave. But some interesting memories of childhood are still so clear and interesting. In my mind, nothing is clearer than digging for treasure by the sea. I was only six years old. Dad took me to the seaside to play. That afternoon, my father and I came to the beach and saw a sea of people. People in the sea seem to be being taken by jiaozi one by one. We finally found a clearing and began to play. Recently, my father told me a story about a person digging for treasure. So I thought, "Huh? The people in the story went through a lot of hardships to dig up the treasure. The treasure was placed in a place where it was not easy to be found. Then the beach is endless. Isn't it the treasure house of hidden treasure? "In the beginning, I picked up the small sand shovel that my father bought for me, thinking about the scene where I dug up the treasure and was praised by everyone, and started my big project. I started. I dug out the sand with a small sand shovel and pushed it aside. Five minutes later, in the scorching sun, my forehead began to feel sad-sweating. However, the pit can only hold my head, so I tried. Ten minutes later, the pit became bigger and there were some unknown liquids in it. I licked it before I knew it was seawater. But I still didn't see the treasure, and I began to worry, so I added another effort. Another ten minutes have passed, and I still haven't seen the enviable treasure. I am really anxious now, and I quickly ask, "Dad, where is the treasure?" "Huh?" Dad looked at me doubtfully. I added, "There should be treasure on the beach, because you said the treasure is where the treasure is, and I think this beach is where the treasure is." "Ha ha," my father touched my head and said, "There are treasures on the beach. So many people have not been discovered before? Here, this is the shell I found and gave you. " I took the colorful shells and nodded. Childhood is fading away, but the innocence and romance of childhood will haunt me forever. Writing on the topic of childhood 12 Many unforgettable interesting things happened in childhood. They are like countless stars in the sky. Among them, what impressed me the most was "fishing" butterflies. With a wave of the wand in Miss Chun's hand, the whole earth changed: the grass showed its green head, the willow spit out its green leaves, and the flowers grinned ... Birds and flowers were singing everywhere, and the charming scenery attracted countless lovely butterflies, dancing in groups of three and five, adding a little melody to the beautiful spring. Our interesting things also come with the arrival of butterflies, and our friends can't wait to start "fishing" butterflies. First, break a reed, cut off the leaves, and leave a sharp core at the top, so that the "fishing rod" is ready. Then, we began to make "bait"-paper butterflies. First, we found a few pieces of white paper, then folded the white paper in half with "skillful hands" and tore it into a lifelike butterfly shape, and then carefully tied these paper butterflies on the core at the top of the reed pole, so that the whole fishing tackle was completed. We started catching butterflies. We picked up the fishing rod, held our breath, crept to the butterfly, and then slowly stretched out the fishing rod. Gently shake the fishing rod and a "butterfly" begins to dance. When butterflies meet their companions, they all come up to say hello to her. "It's now or never. "We took the opportunity to move the fishing rod. First, we move slowly to attract butterflies to fly. When the butterfly was hooked, we started running. As we run, we look back at the "fruits" we have harvested from time to time. From a distance, a string of white butterflies seems to be a fluttering ribbon, which is beautiful. As we ran, we shouted happily, "I caught a butterfly!" "I caught a butterfly!" Laughter filled the country roads, and happiness permeated everyone's face. I will never forget the happy life of catching butterflies when I was a child! Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer. On the swing beside the playground, only butterflies stop on it. "Every time I hear this song" Childhood ",I feel like I have returned to my lively childhood. This song is about the sadness of childhood, just like my mood at the moment. We are eagerly looking forward to growing up day by day, and childhood is getting farther and farther away from us. The story of childhood is like an old movie, replayed scene by scene. I remember that I loved sweets when I was a child, but my mother wouldn't let me eat more because I had to change my teeth, for fear that I would get tooth decay. My mother often hides candy in unexpected places and takes it out like magic when I am greedy. Finally one day, I discovered my mother's secret. It turned out that my mother hid food and fruit in a high cupboard. So while my mother was at work, I quickly ran to the sofa near the cupboard, jumped up and used the sofa as a trampoline, and got the candy. But once, I fell to the ground with joy and hit my head with a "big egg". My mother was very distressed when she came back. She stopped buying sugar for a long time, and gradually I forgot. Sometimes I loved beauty when I was a child. I remember one June 1 day, because I was going to perform on stage, I couldn't wait for my mother to make it up for me. I put a big tape on my eyebrows and tried to trim them like weeds. As a result, when I tore them off, my eyebrows broke a little. For a time, I painted yellow on the mirror every day so that my mother could make my eyebrows grow back. The love of beauty is really a mistake. The most interesting thing when I was a child was going to grandma's vegetable garden. A lot of vegetables are planted in the field, and loofahs with big bellies and round waists are knotted on the green vines. At that time, I was shorter than the loofah, but I held two big loofahs in my hand and swayed like a swing, which made my grandmother and mother laugh. Childhood is like a broken kite, flying higher and higher, flying farther and farther. People will grow up, and childhood will be a beautiful memory. Cherish it, classmates, it belongs to our childhood! When I was a child, I did a lot of stupid things because I was not sensible. Only a few things impressed me the most. In retrospect, I feel really stupid. When I was in kindergarten, I saw many people around a stall after school, as if they were shopping, so I clamored for my mother to buy it for me, too. When I bought it, I found a hole in the wall with a lot of dust in it. I used to see adults cleaning the dust with a soft thing. I looked at my hand (cotton candy), which was also soft, so I stuffed it into the hole and kept rolling. Mom quickly stopped me and told me it was food. I quickly took it out and took a bite with my mouth. Mom quickly bought me another one and threw away the dirty marshmallows she bought at first. There are many interesting things like this. Once, I watched a horror movie at home. At that time, I was not afraid. I just want to be a ghost and scare people. After reading it, I had a whim. I turned out the stickers my parents bought for me before, then tore them off one by one and stuck them on my body. Stick it on your face first, it covers it all, only your eyes, nose, mouth and ears are exposed, and there are two stickers left. It was summer, and I wore clothes without sleeves, so I put my arms and hands on them. After posting, I will wait for my father to come home from work. I want to scare him. The weather was bad that day, so it was cloudy, but there was still a glimmer of light, so I pulled down the curtains and the room was dark, even I felt gloomy. I heard the key and hid behind the door. Dad came in crying and laughing, and asked me to tear off the sticker. I just listen to him. But maybe it's because it's hard to tear off the sticker after a long time, so I pull it hard and it's easy to tear it off. But the skin is very painful, and the place where it is posted is very white. When I tore it all up and looked in the mirror, I had become a yin-yang face, but I soon recovered. It is interesting to look back on these things now. Writing on the topic of childhood 15 Grandpa Feng Zikai is from Shimen Town, Tongxiang, Zhejiang Province, formerly known as Feng Run, also known as Feng Ren. He is a famous modern painter, writer, art and music educator, and can be said to be a master of literature and art in many aspects. However, the most eye-catching thing is his prose, such as "Stir-fried rice and willow", which was compiled into a book "School-based Textbook of Zikai Literature" in our school. The most unforgettable thing in the book is the first chapter-fate. After reading this chapter, I feel that Grandpa Feng is very close to me, and all the interesting things that happened when I was a child seem to be in it. I am also very familiar with the interesting childhood story that Grandpa Feng's pen tip shed. Raising silkworms, eating crabs and making friends with childhood friends, in my impression, there was such a scene-playing rice cakes. On New Year's Eve, people in our village will get together to eat rice cakes. First, build a simple stove in front of the door, then pour a lot of glutinous rice flour into a wooden steamer and put it on the lit stove. The raging fire made people blush. At that time. What excites us most is not watching steamed rice cakes, but looking for sweet potatoes. After the fire went out, the children sat around the fire to bake sweet potatoes to keep warm. After the glutinous rice is steamed, pour it into a stone mortar. Then, two powerful people raised a big wooden hammer and hammered it hard on the glutinous rice. At the same time, it is necessary to sprinkle water on the glutinous rice or turn the glutinous rice balls. Everyone is watching, the children are standing in the innermost circle with sweet potatoes in their hands, and everyone giggles from time to time. When cutting rice cakes with thread, children always wander around there, and when adults are not paying attention, they go to get a rice cake and some. When friends get together, some gluttons will tear some from the rice cakes, chew them in their mouths for a long time, and then swallow them to attract people's attention. Others will play with the rice cake as plasticine while it is still hot. Every minute of their childhood is beautiful and happy. In the deep heart of Grandpa Feng Zikai, there is an enduring childlike innocence. As Grandpa Feng's hometown, I feel the same way.