In my memory, childhood is beautiful. It is like a huge storage box, full of my childhood happiness. Everything that happened when I was a child was so interesting, but the most memorable and interesting thing was the egg-breaking thing that happened in the second grade of my primary school.
I remember that time, grandma asked us to go to her place for dinner, and by the way, she also asked her mother to help her cook a meal. When I came to my grandmother's house, I happened to see her beating eggs. On a whim, I wanted to help her beat eggs.
Because I was very young at that time, only five and a half years old, I had never been in the kitchen at all, and I didn't know the skills to beat eggs, so at first I asked my grandmother to give me a demonstration. I saw grandma knock the egg against the edge of the table and skillfully split it in half, and the egg fell into the "nest" prepared by grandma.
Seeing how easily my grandmother beat the eggs, I confidently said to my grandmother, "It's so simple to beat eggs, I learned it at once.
After that, I took out an egg and knocked it on the edge of the table. I don't know what happened. It was all broken at once, and the yolk and protein flowed all over the table. When grandma was about to speak, I quickly said, "It was a mistake! It's a mistake! "
The next few times, not too hard, egg yolk and protein are all over the table; It's just that the force is too light to pull it open! But I found a ridiculous reason: "the brothers of egg yolk should get together for a meeting to discuss whether they are more beautiful than egg white or more delicious than egg white?" And the sisters of Protein are discussing how to make themselves as beautiful as stars. And if they are put in a small bowl, they are likely to have a group fight because of different opinions. So, I do this to make them better discussed!
Although grandma really didn't want to waste any more eggs, she still beat me and took out two eggs and said, "This is your last chance!" "
The first one can be imagined, it went to the meeting again.
The second is my last attempt. Because I was so nervous, I put the egg directly into the bowl and hit it with my head. The egg broke, but the shell could not be taken out. Alas! Just as I walked out of the kitchen angrily, everyone couldn't help laughing! It turned out that yolk and protein were also stuck on my hair when I hit an egg just now!
This interesting attempt not only made me happy, but also made me understand a truth: you can't draw conclusions too early if you haven't done anything. Some things look simple but difficult to do. If you always make excuses for mistakes like me, you can't succeed! I really want to go back to that happy and childish childhood!
Write a story about my childhood. My parents had to go to work, so I was sent to the nursery when I was three months old. I am the youngest child in it, and my aunt teases me every day. When I was a child, I seemed to love to cry. When I cried at night, my father put the radio with music next to me. I would stop crying immediately and start crying again as soon as the commercial was interrupted. At that time, my parents thought I was really talented in music, a plastic talent ...
However, this kind of life only lasted until I was one year old. At that time, I just learned to walk. One day, I was playing at my grandmother's house. I ran and fell down and cried. Grandma found a big bag bulging in my right leg and rushed to the hospital with it. The doctor diagnosed it as a fracture, but at that time it was not found that the cause of the fracture was caused by osteogenesis imperfecta. So, everyone just thought it was an accident. At that time, I was anesthetized. Because of anesthesia allergy, my breathing and heart stopped. Several nurses went to carry oxygen bottles. Dad saw that their movements were too slow, so he flew out and ran back to the operating room alone with the oxygen bottles. After the rescue, I came back to life a few minutes later. When the oxygen bottle was sent back, my father carried it with several people and took a walk before moving back. So I have always believed that people's potential is really infinite when they are strongly * * *. I believe that fatherly love is great.
Because of the young age, the femur grows and heals quickly after being fixed by splint. After that, it was the same as usual ... This was my first fracture experience. Of course, it was all told by my mother later. Obviously, the experience when I was one year old will not be remembered. However, this is only the beginning of God's test for me.
The five years until I was six years old were the most carefree time of my childhood. Dad still has the tape that he recorded for me at that time. "Haw, haw, haw, and Mulan will do the home weaving. I don't hear the sound of the loom, only the woman sighs ... "Every day on the way back from the nursery, my father will tell me a story, and then he will teach me to recite poems related to this story. Mulan told the story of joining the army for her father the most times. I think my father wanted his daughter to be a strong and brave person at that time. When I was less than two years old, I was able to recite many ancient poems skillfully. When I was a child, I was very naughty. There was a picture of me fighting my cousin with a submachine gun. I also fell and broke during the period, but there was no fracture. At that time, I was like an ordinary child, but I was a little shorter than others and my eyes were blue, so I was often praised as a foreign child. I don't know that blue sclera is one of the characteristics of osteogenesis imperfecta. However, people are always so ignorant and unprepared before the accident.
Six years old, it's time to go to school. I happily prepared my schoolbag and stationery and skipped into the school gate. On the first day of sitting, the teacher asked me to arrange them according to their size. A little boy of almost the same height and I were arranged in the first row as deskmates. I remember his big eyes and long eyelashes at the same table, but I have forgotten his name. Also, his right index finger is wearing a blue ring. I find my memory very strange. I can remember some details clearly, but I can't remember some important things clearly. In the first class, the teacher taught us the posture of holding a pen. Because the posture of holding a pen was wrong when writing at home before, the teacher corrected it, but my posture of holding a pen is still not standardized. Therefore, enlightenment education is so important.
Then I went to physical education class and ran in four rows. I was the first in this row. Running and jumping is my favorite thing at ordinary times. In order to give us a head start in this class, I ran out as soon as the teacher whistled. Halfway through, I was knocked down by a tilted brick at my feet, and immediately I felt a terrible pain. The PE teacher immediately called a car and took me to the hospital. X-ray confirmed the diagnosis-fracture. This is my second fracture, but this treatment is not as smooth as the first one. Because at that time, the operation was not performed in the way of western medicine, but the broken bone was fixed with plaster after X-ray. The first fracture is also treated in this way. This disadvantage is that it is easy to have problems during nursing, but compared with surgery, it does little harm to the whole body and will not hurt the vitality. After being fixed in the hospital, it was found to be bent after a month's review. The doctor said that the only way to do this was to operate, cut off the healing place and fix it with steel nails. My mother was afraid that it would do too much harm to my health, so she remembered an old Chinese medicine osteopath that my uncle (my father's brother) had introduced.
My mother asked several colleagues to take me to the home of a bone-setting doctor on the edge of this city. I only remember that he coldly complained to his mother and said, "Why didn't you bring her earlier?"! Now I can only open and reconnect! " At that time, my mother thought it would be all right as long as she didn't have an operation. She quickly said yes and asked him if he needed an anesthetic. He waved his hand. Then, with a straight face, he said to his colleague brought by his mother, "You hold her." So several uncles and aunts tugged at my upper body, and the osteopath and his men tugged at my leg. For a month, the broken bone has climbed on the callus. How much effort is needed to pull it open again, and how much pain I have to bear without anesthetic is unimaginable. They shouted, "One, two, three, pull!" I have no voice crying "Mom, help! Mom, help me! " With their pulling, I can even hear the creaking of bones. So that every time I see the tug-of-war in the future, I will think of this scene with trepidation! After some tossing, the long bones were finally pulled open and reattached. At that time, I had no strength to say anything, just silently shed tears, which was the deepest pain in my memory. I remember my mother crying and touching my sweaty forehead and saying, "Son, you have suffered ..." After fixation, the osteopath gave me two painkillers, and I squinted at him with my last strength, just like looking at my enemy. That's when I began to hate doctors. I think doctors are so cold-blooded. Although many things happened later proved that not all doctors were like this, it also proved that this osteopath was indeed the person I hated all my life.
3. An incident in my childhood. I remember an incident when I was a child. I feel very sad when I think about it now.
On that day, my parents and I went to the park to play. When I got there, I went to play bumper cars. After I finished, I walked around and walked. When I saw someone selling goldfish, I ran to see it. Wow, I immediately asked my parents to buy it for me, but my parents said, "We can't keep it." "I will take good care of them."
I said. My parents had no choice but to help me buy three goldfish, and then people put them in a small transparent box for me. My heart was very happy. I immediately told my parents to go home quickly. When I got home, I quickly poured them into the washbasin and put more than half of the water in the washbasin. I looked at the three goldfish. The big one was all red, and the colors of the two goldfish were deep red, which was really cute.
It's dusk. The first thing I do after I get up is to see my baby goldfish, feed them and watch them swim and chase in the water. How happy they look, how happy they are.
I am happy to see them, and I am happy to go to school. When night falls, I go to my room and play with the little goldfish.
Sometimes, when I point my hand at the goldfish, the goldfish suddenly runs away, which makes me laugh. Sometimes I catch the goldfish tail and throw it from a high place. Who wins? Don't know; Sometimes, I throw small things at the little goldfish, but the little goldfish is very clever and dodges at once. Not convinced, I threw it again and finally hit a goldfish and went to school happily.
A few days later, two small goldfish died. I think I have been messing with them too much before. After that, I stopped playing with the little goldfish.
However, two days later, the big one also died. My heart is very sad at the thought of this. Because of my naughty, these little goldfish left life early.
4. A Little Thing in Childhood A Little Thing in Childhood: Everyone's childhood is rich and colorful, and everyone's childhood has something worth remembering.
There are also many unforgettable things in my childhood. Here's one thing that impressed me the most. I remember when I was five years old, when I saw the parents of other people's children teaching their children to cook on TV, I was moved. I made up my mind to make a good meal tonight and show myself so that adults wouldn't look down on our children.
Soon, the sun slowly set, and my heart pounded, thinking: Can I cook this meal well? At this time, my mother came back, and the opportunity came! He said to his mother, "Mom, mom, let me cook tonight." As soon as my mother heard this, it was a mystery. I saw that my mother disagreed a little and said, "Look, so many children my age can cook on TV. Why can't I?" Mom said, "it's not that mom won't let you do it. Look at you. What if you make a fire?" Look at the newspaper, how many children were burned playing with fire? " I still insisted on cooking, but my mother couldn't beat me and had to agree.
I walked into the kitchen happily, and my mother was afraid that I would make a fire, so she supervised me. I cooked the rice wholeheartedly, washed the pot first, and then put the rice on it. At this moment, my mother said to me, "If you steam it like this, the rice will dry up and it may catch fire." I nodded and added a bowl of water. "That's all right."
I complain about this. I plugged in the power and covered the pot.
After waiting for a while, the meal was finally ready, and I was sweating profusely. I started cooking again. I thought I was great. I thought about it and accidentally dropped my eggs. I saw my mother washing vegetables for me, so I put them in the garbage bin and cooked them casually.
At this time, my mother kept laughing her head off. I was curious and turned my head to look, ah! On the mirror above the pool, my mother said, "Mom doesn't criticize you. Anyway, you didn't mean it. Just pay attention next time." I just breathed a sigh of relief. From this cooking, I realized how hard my mother is. My mother, who is tired from going to work during the day, has to cook at home.
From this time on, I feel that I have really grown up. Everyone's childhood is happy. Don't you want to have another childhood? .
5. An essay about one thing in childhood 500 words Winter sunshine
In the winter when I was seven years old.
At that time, I was naive and lively. Every time I ask my classmates to come out to play, I see an old woman squatting at the door to buy leeks. Her business is very deserted. Few people come to her food stall, and passers-by only look at it and never buy it. The old woman never peddles, but just sits there with a kind face and waits hard. I thought to myself: she is so poor!
The sun is setting and night falls. Winter nights are always terrible, so terrible that people tremble. I'm worried about whether grandma's thin body can withstand this cold winter night.
Time to go home. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a delicious smell. "Si Qiu, the leeks at home are gone. Go and see if there are any for sale!" It turned out that my mother was scrambled eggs. "Yes, mother!" After I heard my mother's order, I ran downstairs without wearing my coat. The first thing that comes to mind is the old woman who sells leeks.
I flew to grandma's stall, and I saw grandma very carefully tying leeks into small bundles and tying a beautiful bow. Grandma found me panting beside me and asked me carefully, "son, do you want leeks?" "Yes, I want a big bundle of leeks!" "Ok, you wait for a while." I saw the old woman holding out her calluses hand and picking a bundle of green and fresh leeks for me. "Take it, son, and don't drop it." "Well, thank you, Grandma." I handed her the money-it was a 50 yuan bill. A bundle of leeks only costs 2 yuan money. I ran into the building as fast as I could. "Your money, son-"grandma caught up with me. "Don't look for grandma, I will come again-"My voice echoed in the corridor.
When I got home, I explained what happened to my mother. My mother said excitedly, "Son, you are really great! Go to grandma and buy leeks every day to help her! " "good!" I readily agreed to my mother's request Mother was very happy and rewarded me with a loud kiss in the room.
Every day, I will go to my grandma to buy leeks, and grandma often holds my hand and tells me her story. These stories are connected in series, which is the story of grandma. Grandma used to live a happy and carefree life, but in a car accident, her wife, son and daughter-in-law all died unfortunately, leaving only her and her granddaughter. In order to maintain the family life, grandma had to come out to sell leeks for a living. But her business is not good, and she and her granddaughter can only have a full meal. Now, my granddaughter has a high fever again, and she is anxious to save money to buy medicine for her granddaughter. With my support, her condition has improved, and she put down her granddaughter and went out to sell leeks. For the grandmother's life experience, I can't help secretly admiring: an old man's life is so strong! This perseverance is unparalleled.
Grandma didn't come these days. Then came the bad news: grandma fell off a cliff on her way home late at night, and there was no news, leaving her little granddaughter who was only five and a half years old ...
In retrospect, my eyes filled with tears, and the old man's kind and kind face appeared in my eyes, and I seemed to see the old man's silver hair shining in the warm sunshine in winter, with a golden road ahead ...
6. One thing that happened in childhood Composition Childhood is the best time in a person's life. What happened in childhood, like the morning star in the night sky, is countless.
And what I remember most is that time. At that time, I had a summer vacation and was going out to make up lessons.
At that time, the weather was hot, so I wanted to take the bus. When I first got on the bus, there weren't too many people, so I found a place to sit on it, but there were not many stops on the bus, and there were no empty seats on the bus. After another stop, an old man came from the front door. The old man came up with a cane step by step, which seemed very difficult. At this time, as a young pioneer, I should give up my seat for the old man, but I didn't know what happened at that time, and I felt inexplicable tension, which was somewhat embarrassing.
I don't like dealing with strangers since I was a child. Grandpa walked next to a young man and grabbed the handrail of the bus with his hand. The young man was sitting there fiddling with his mobile phone. When he saw grandpa coming, he just took a glance, without giving up his seat. I became more and more uneasy and contradictory. At this moment, a voice came from the back of the car, "Old man, come and sit with me!" "All the people in the car looked back and saw a man standing up and walking towards the old man. It was a young man in his early twenties, but judging from his walking posture, he was disabled. He walked up to the old man and helped him to his position. The old man said," Young man, thank you, but I don't think it's easy for you. You should sit in this position! " But he refused. At this moment, I couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Big Brother, come and sit in my seat!"! ""No, I'm getting off soon.
"Say that finish, after waiting for the car to stop, he left. Since then, I have often given my seat to others in the car, and the young man's appearance has always been in my mind.
7. Write an interesting story about childhood. My childhood is colorful! What happened in it is full of childish interest, which makes people memorable! One thing is still fresh in my memory! I remember when I was 6 years old, my family was eating Chinese food downstairs, and my father was driving for several days and nights, so I slept upstairs! I like eating green peppers very much! Just as I was munching, I lost a tooth, and I stared at it blankly. At this moment, my grandfather said, "Granddaughter, what's the matter? Don't you like green peppers best? Isn't this green pepper delicious? " I said to grandpa, "No! I lost a tooth! Look! " I said, and showed my grandpa my teeth. "So, so, granddaughter, did you lose the upper teeth or the lower teeth? If it's a missing tooth, put it under the bed; If it's a missing tooth, put it on the roof. "Grandpa said. I was puzzled and asked," Why? " Grandpa replied, "Maybe it's because it can make your teeth grow faster. Granddaughter, why don't you just put your teeth where they should be?" I thought for a while and said firmly, "No! Didn't dad lose a tooth, too? I want to give this tooth as a gift to my father! " Just do what you say! After eating, I hurried upstairs, put double-sided tape on my teeth, and then went to my father's room and said excitedly, "Dad, Dad! Don't move, aren't you a tooth? Come on, I'll stick it on for you! " Dad laughed and said, "Daughter, a lost tooth can't stick. It's enough for you to have this filial piety!" " With the passage of time, the past is a thin note in my heart. Whenever I think about it, I always laugh. This is also my "diary" full of joy! I typed it all by myself. I'm so tired .. Don't copy it, or I'll type so many words for nothing.
8. composition about childhood (only one thing is written in the composition) interesting stories about childhood
Whenever I see the advertisement for "Golden Monkey" toffee, I can't help laughing, because I remember a stupid thing I did when I was 6 years old.
One sultry afternoon, I was fanning the fan in the living room and watching wonderful cartoons. Suddenly, in the middle of the cartoon, an advertisement was started. I muttered to myself: Oh, it's boring, it's an advertisement again! At this time, an advertisement for "Golden Monkey" toffee was started on TV, which said: "Three" Golden Monkey "toffee is a good cup of milk!" Three toffee immediately appeared on the TV screen, and then suddenly turned into a milky white milk. I read it and thought, it's amazing. I can't help but want to try it myself. So, I immediately got up to get the toffee, and I didn't even have the mind to watch cartoons. I opened the cupboard at home and saw that there was just a packet of "golden monkey" toffee left unfinished, so I took three from it. Then I ran to the kitchen. I took a teacup and poured a cup of boiled water into it. Then, I peeled off the candy paper of toffee and put it in the teacup. Then, I put a lid on the teacup (because I'm afraid that the true qi of toffee will escape, so it won't become milk). Wait patiently for a minute. Then I opened the lid and found that toffee or toffee, water or water, they didn't blend into milk. I thought: Maybe it's not time yet! So, I found a chopstick, stirred it in the teacup a few times, and then covered it with the lid. Then, I stepped back in front of the cup, closed my eyes and whispered the mantra: "Ling Ling in the sky, Ling Ling Ling in the earth, Lao Jun on the top ..." I turned around and read again: "Quick-Show-Ling!" After reading the spell, I went up again and opened the lid, but the result was the same. I can't help but be disappointed. At this time, my mother came back. I immediately ran over and told my mother what had happened, and asked her why I couldn't turn toffee into milk. After listening to this, my mother laughed and leaned forward and backward, and then explained to me, "Silly child, the advertisements are all untrue and exaggerated. Don't take them too seriously." I listened and nodded, but I still didn't quite understand.
At this moment, the voice of toffee advertisement rang out in my ear again ...
9. An interesting thing about childhood An interesting thing about childhood is that childhood is like shells on the beach and white feathers on swans.
Among them, there is one thing that I still remember, that is, red cherries and peppers. It records both embarrassing and funny things.
I remember one day, my mother took me shopping and walked past a fruit shop, where there were all kinds of fruits: purple grapes, red apples … I was dazzled, but what attracted me most was the lovely red cherry. My mouth was watering. At this moment, my mother seemed to see through my mind and bought some.
When I got home, my mother washed the cherry and saw that it was "crystal clear". Not to mention eating, I loved it all, so I couldn't wait to take one and send it to my mouth. A sweet juice has been sweet to my heart.
"It's delicious!" I said. It didn't take long to eat all the cherries.
Soon after, grandma bought red pepper for people to watch from the flower and bird market. It was like a "red lantern" hanging high in a festival, and it was beautiful against the green leaves! I think: why is Chili so red? It must be as delicious and delicious as cherry. While grandma wasn't looking, I picked one, washed it like my mother and sent it to my mouth. I just bit pepper seeds and pepper juice.
Suddenly, I was crying. "Hey, what's wrong with you?" Grandma asked.
But I'm too hot to speak. At this time, my grandmother nagged again: "Why do you eat everything, but also treat pepper as …" I suffered from this pepper while listening to my grandmother's nagging.
It's really annoying In the evening, when my parents came back from work, they couldn't help laughing ... Looking back now, I think I was really stupid.