Excellent composition on childhood

In our ordinary daily life, everyone is familiar with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. What kind of compositions have you seen? Below are the excellent childhood compositions I compiled. You are welcome to read them. I hope you all like them. Excellent Childhood Composition 1

Childhood is colorful and full of wonders. It is a palette of five flavors, including sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty; it is a paint pen that adds more fun to a beautiful life; it is also a colorful belt that leads to our joys, sorrows and joys. But I agree that childhood is like a wordless book that needs to be savored carefully. Even if you read it quietly, there will always be a smile flowing through your heart.

Turning over the first page - sweet, the memories of childhood immediately came to mind. To be honest, in my eyes, the sky at that time was a pool of blue water, with a gorgeous, dazzling golden lotus blooming in the lake. With two pigtails sticking up, she was jumping up and down on the sunny path. I met a good friend and had a mud-squeezing contest with her. I pinched the Beijing Fuwa. After a while, small balls came out of my hand. Wufuwa officially made its grand debut. First, Beibei walked towards the audience; Jingjing, not to be outdone, jumped out of my hand; Huanhuan, representing the fire-like enthusiasm, held Yingying's hand and rushed towards me with the super speed of a Tibetan antelope; finally, Swallow Nini came to everyone Come flying. The star football team of good friends does a wonderful job. The characters are vividly drawn, with noses being noses and mouths being mouths. No less than my Beijing Five Fuwa. The thrilling moment has come, I won the championship. The little flowers on the roadside sang for me, the trees danced cheerfully for me, and my good friends were also happy for me. The happiest person is myself. It felt like I had eaten the biggest and sweetest lollipop. It felt like a bamboo dragonfly was stuck on my head. It was like a thread was pulled on my mouth, and it was pulled, and pulled. Don't let go.

Childhood flies by so fast. How I want to go back to the yellow-haired girl wearing my mother’s freshly washed clothes and squeezing mud with her friends. Excellent Childhood Composition 2

My childhood is like colorful paints, so colorful and bright.

My childhood was golden. Once, I was selected by my class teacher to participate in a recitation competition. Although I was caught off guard by the sudden news, I still happily participated. After a long training, I finally got to perform on stage. On stage, I was a little nervous at first, but slowly returned to normal. When the final results were announced, I fidgeted nervously. It wasn't until we learned that the second primary school student won second place that our faces lit up with joy. When I went up to the stage to receive the award, I felt so sweet when I saw the golden certificate.

My childhood was red. One summer vacation, my mother asked me to pack my clothes and prepare to take me out to play. I was immediately elated when I heard it. I quickly packed my clothes, put down my homework, and set off with my mother. As soon as I got on the bus, I felt a little regretful because it would take 4 hours. But once I arrived at my destination, I forgot all about it. Next, we prepared to spend an afternoon at the water park. But I was so happy that I accidentally bumped into the stone steps and made a big cut on my hand. The pain made me scream, so I had to end the play time early. The originally happy time has turned into a bright red one, and I am a little unwilling to do so.

My childhood was black. One time, I took five yuan from home to buy something to eat. I was caught on the same day and was eventually "tutored". But I didn't repent, so I took another 50 yuan from home to buy pens and ink sacs, but my mother found out again. Although my mother didn't criticize me in particular, I still felt a little uncomfortable, just like the gray sky at that time. From that moment on, I made up my mind that I would never do this again.

I was enveloped in this colorful childhood and grew up happily.

Excellent Childhood Composition 3

“As long as I can remember, my aunt’s class has raised two chicks. Whenever I have time, I go to my aunt’s class to see the chicks. I don’t know how long it has passed. The chicken gradually grew up, and after a long time, the hen laid eggs, and chicks were about to hatch from the eggs. After 21 days, I heard the sound of chicks croaking. Seeing this, I heard this sound. I feel that the chicken is so pitiful. When the hen and the rooster are not at home, the opportunity finally comes... The rooster was not at home either, so he ran out to play. When the aunt wasn't paying attention, he picked up an egg, held it in his hand and stroked it gently, and said seriously: "Don't be afraid, little chicken, you will come to the world soon." . "After that, I no longer hesitated, peeled an egg, and a chick with residual heat and eyes that had not opened was "born". It looked at me and called twice as if to say: "Thank you. You, let me come to this world as soon as possible. "I was so happy that I peeled off the second one. When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw that I was "bullying" the chicken, she gave me a bite and blood suddenly flowed out. , I went to find my aunt in tears. My aunt didn’t say anything to me, but said in a dumbfounding way: “Little fool, the chicken won’t be born until a certain time! If you deliver babies like this, they will die. "After I heard this, I hurried to see the chicks. Sure enough, the chicks I had just "delivered" were almost dead, but the ones I had not "delivered" all survived. I regretted it very much, but it was too late... ... Excellent Childhood Composition 4

Sitting on the bed, leaning on the pillow, looking at the afterglow under the moonlight, I casually turned the slightly yellowed pages in my hand, looking at the young faces, and fell into it. The mottled memories are all vivid and haunting.

The past has flown back to my hands, with random structures. , pure white, seems like a child's simple heart. Everything is blank, everything needs to be filled.

The hill behind grandma's house is the paradise of childhood (= Lu Xun's Herb Garden). In order to avoid the poisonous fireball, I went to the mountain with my sister, playing and running around among the strawberry fields, walking briskly, and sitting on the grass dripping with sweat. , gasping for air. Then they jumped into the creek, splashing water, and their clothes were wet by the water splash. They sat down and enjoyed the light orange of the sunset together, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful. "It's just near dusk" I borrowed Li Shangyin's "Le You Yuan" to describe this situation. The moon and stars came with a unique coolness, and we walked in a straight line towards home... The sweet and sour strawberries seemed to Still savoring it in your mouth.

Childhood may be like an enlightenment education, understood through play and enlightened by joy. Everything in childhood changes with time. , maybe the memory will also fade away.

Raise your hand, the paper plane draws an arc in the air.

Childhood, like a paper plane, flies into the distance... Excellent Childhood Composition 5

Childhood is a song, the song is full of happy melody, childhood is a painting, the painting is full of five colors of brilliance. Among the childhood memories, the most unforgettable thing for me is and. My father and mother played top together.

This top was brought back to me by my father from Yunnan. It has a brown-red body and a small stainless steel ball embedded in the bottom. When it gets up, it will emit colorful light. I remember that day, as soon as my father took out the top, I quickly took it over, held the rope in one hand, wrapped it around the top a few times, and held the top firmly with the other hand. I put it on the ground and pulled it hard, and the top spun quickly. I quickly whipped it with a rope, but the rope was so soft that I couldn't use my strength. Seeing that the top spun slower and slower, I tried my best. , pumped hard, and unexpectedly "pop!" "With a sound, the small wooden stick tied with the rope actually broke into two pieces. At this time, the top was like a spoiled child. It swayed left and right for a few times and then lay still on the ground. Mom came over immediately and worked with me to use transparent glue to fix the top. Wrap the stick tightly.

Dad said, "Look at me!" As he said this, he took the rope and started spinning the top. Dad's hands seemed to have magic power. The rope that was soft just now seemed to become hard, and it made "chirp" sounds from time to time. The top also spun obediently, as if by magic. Under his father's unhurried whipping, he would make a few small jumps from time to time, like a proud little princess dancing ballet. Really worthy of being a dad, a veteran takes action, one is worth two! I quickly grabbed the rope and started fighting like my father. Hi ! This time the top was much more obedient.

During the summer vacation, whenever I had free time, I would play top with my father and mother. The spinning top and the happy laughter accompanied us through many wonderful times. Excellent Childhood Composition 6

Childhood is like a photo album recording growth. There are moments worth recalling on every page, even if sometimes they are not so pleasant, but they are also a kind of precious spiritual culture, otherwise the famous Soviet writer Gorky would not have written the novel "Childhood". Childhood is so nostalgic!

When I was a child, I often lay on the rocking chair in the yard of my hometown to enjoy the cool air. Under that big tree, the naive me often imitated my grandpa, holding a newspaper from an unknown year and month in my hand. Grandma's reading glasses hung on the bridge of her small nose, and she sat on the small bench and "read" seriously. Even if I don't know half of the words, I still have to pretend to read it from beginning to end. Because of this, my grandfather often jokingly said that I would become a writer when I grow up.

When I was a child, I once saw that Americans had blue eyes while watching TV, and I felt very strange. I asked my grandparents why. How could they answer with only a junior high school education? I just had to "find the answer" myself. After a sultry noon, when the adults were chatting, I accidentally heard them say that the United States is on the other side of the world. I thought I had "found the answer" - it turned out that those people's eyes changed color because they stood upside down!

When I was a child, I often lay in my grandma’s arms and listened to her tell stories that I had told countless times, but I still asked her to tell them again with relish. When will I tell that old story again? Therefore, my grandma began to criticize me tirelessly when I started to remember, saying that I have been annoying people since I was a child. When she said this, her eyes were full of happiness.

When I closed that photo album, I seemed to be back in those beautiful times. How can we not miss our childhood? Excellent Childhood Composition 7

When I was a child, I lived in Zhenhai. There was a mountain in Zhenhai called Zhaobao Mountain. At the foot of Zhaobao Mountain was the Yongjiang River. The Yongjiang River flowed into Zhaobao Mountain and then into the sea. Every summer night, my parents often took me Go for a walk along the riverside at the foot of the mountain. Therefore, in my memory, the mountain is Zhaobaoshan; the water must be the Yongjiang River or the sea.

Unforgettable Childhood When I was four years old, I rarely returned to my grandparents’ house in Lishui. Not long after leaving Ningbo, I saw Siming Mountain. As I was in my mother's arms at the time, I was so excited that I pointed at the mountains and shouted: "Look, everyone, Zhaobaoshan Mountain!!" My parents were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled. When I got up, the other passengers in the car also laughed knowingly. My mother smiled and said to me: "This is Siming Mountain..." Before my mother finished speaking, I pointed to the lake on the side of the mountain and shouted: "The sea, ha!"

The door of my grandparents' house In front, there is a creek. Every time I come here, I am so excited that I shout: "Yongjiang, look at Yongjiang!" This shout raises questions among the neighbors who have never seen the sea. "Is this the sea? Isn't it the same as the creek here!" When they figured out the reason, they all laughed.

Just this time, after I exposed my "view of mountains and seas", my mother taught me the concept of mountains and rivers: "The sea is very big, so you can't call a small stream a sea; there are many mountains, and there are many mountains and seas." Baoshan is just one of them, just like Siming Mountain, Huangshan..." After this time, when I came to my grandparents' house, I pointed to the stream and whispered to my sister: "Look, Xiaohai" and pointed to the green mountains on the side and shouted: " I want to climb Siming Mountain..."

Of course, these "views of mountains and seas" about my childhood were all learned from my parents' daily conversations and laughter.

I think I was too naive when I was a child, and my field of vision was always in a small space, but every time I mention this, I always laugh with joy. Excellent Childhood Composition 8

Look, do you see those twinkling stars in the night sky? Those stars are my childhood memories. Today, I am going to pick the biggest star and light up that period of my childhood...

When I was a child, I loved drinking Coke. Once, I pestered my mother to buy a Coke. But my mother said she was not free. So I went back to my bedroom angrily.

Huh? Is there no sound outside? I carefully opened the door and stuck my head out, great! Mom is not at home! I thought to myself: I must drink Coke today! So, I swaggered into the kitchen and saw a glass of black liquid on the table, which looked like Coke. I was elated. It turned out that in order to comfort me, my mother bought a cup of Coke! Very good!

I quickly picked up the cup and took two sips, oops! So bitter! My features bunched up, this wasn’t Coke. I suddenly remembered that my mother said there were a lot of mosquitoes recently and I needed to buy a bottle of insecticide! Oh my God! Could it be that I was poisoned? When I remembered that I would soon pass away and fall into the arms of death, I immediately felt very sorry for my parents, so I wrote a "will": "Dear Mom and Dad: I am very sorry for you. I drank poison and hope that we will be reborn in the next life." Goodbye, next time you come to visit my grave, bring a few bottles of Coke or Sprite." After writing this letter, I held my most beloved doll and put the paper on my forehead. I don’t know how long it took, but I seemed to hear my mother’s cry. I quickly said, “Mom, are you here to bring me Coke?” My mother was stunned for a while and said, “What is that on your head?” I tore the "will" off my head and saw that it was covered with my saliva. I said to my mother: "Why didn't I die? Didn't I drink the 'poison'?" "That's my health tea!"

Haha! Interesting stories from my childhood! And you? Excellent Childhood Composition 9

Childhood is like a colorful candy box filled with sour, sweet, bitter and spicy candies.

I remember when I was five years old, my father and mother took me to pick plums in Xiaojia Plum Garden. I entered the plum garden and saw big red plums hanging on the branches. I was very happy. , happily ran to a plum tree, hugged the thick trunk and shook it, but it couldn't shake. I was not discouraged, I kicked the trunk hard with my feet, and the trunk moved slightly. A few overripe plums fell down. I picked them up happily and put them in the bag that I always carried. Ha! Look, I can grab the branches of the little plum tree, and there are many branches hanging on them. I was very curious about the small green plums. I jumped up and picked them off and asked my mother to wash them with water. The taste must be different! My mother also told me: "This kind of plums is delicious." I expressed my curiosity. I took a bite, and some astringent juice flowed into my mouth. I frowned and said, "What the hell! It's so sour!"

My father and mother were angry when they saw me frowning. Everyone looked at the plums in their hands and burst into laughter. It turned out that I had been fooled. I glared at them fiercely.

I threw the plums to the ground angrily and stomped a few times. Then, I went to pick plums again. I learned the lesson just now. I will pick plums again when I see those small and green plums. "Detour".

The happy day passed slowly with laughter. 10 Excellent Childhood Compositions

Childhood is a beautiful memory for everyone; childhood is also a necessary process for everyone’s growth, so let me introduce my childhood!

"Come on, come on, slow down, don't fall, pay attention to safety." Whenever I hear words like this, it reminds me of the scene when my mother took me to the playground in the community. From morning to night, I played with the wooden horse and the slide until I was sent to elementary school by my mother when I was seven years old, where I met some good friends. I remember that after every get out of class, the male students in our class would climb the wall of the men's bathroom and have a great time, but this was only a beautiful part of my life.

Whenever there was an exam in our school, I was locked in a cage like a imprisoned bird for a while. I sat in front of the desk all day long and wrote hard. When I raised my head, I saw a mountain of papers. With a stern face, my "stern" mother finally showed up and I got excellent results in the final exam of fifth grade. As a reward, they took me to Yinchuan for a summer vacation and let me know a lot of culture and culture there. custom.

Time flies so fast, and it’s the summer vacation of sixth grade in a blink of an eye. Because there was no homework left, we went to Xinjiang again.

We went to the karez, saw the crystallization of the wisdom and labor of the ancient people, and tasted the raisins from Grape Valley. When we returned home in the last month of the summer vacation, we were forced to play basketball again, every day. Four hours. For me, this is tantamount to devil training. Being naturally afraid of my parents, I dare not resist and can only obey.

I heard others say that life in middle school is beautiful and happy, so I entered the campus with this mentality.

Here I got what I wanted and gave full play to my intellectual side. Some people were discussing problems in this classroom, some were talking and laughing, and my childhood ended in this first grade middle school.

This is an excerpt of my childhood. It was both bitter and joyful, and it is also the most memorable.