Childhood composition for the first grade of junior high school

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? Below are the childhood compositions for the first grade of junior high school that I collected for everyone. They are for reference only. You are welcome to read them. Childhood first grade composition 1

Childhood is colorful. There are many interesting things about childhood. They are fragrant flowers, like boxes containing many secrets, and like a grape trellis filled with countless grapes...

Every time I go out During the meal, I saw the adults drinking red wine with gusto, and calling red wine "jelly and jade dew". Whenever I see adults talking and laughing while drinking red wine, I secretly think: The red wine must be delicious! Otherwise, why do adults like to drink red wine? At that time, I really wanted to taste red wine.

On a Saturday in the second semester of the third grade, our family of three was invited to attend a wedding banquet at the Shangri-La Hotel. The food at the wedding banquet was so sumptuous that it makes my mouth water just thinking about it now. As soon as I sat down on my seat, I noticed that there was some rose-red liquid in the glass in front of everyone. At that time, I thought it was bayberry juice! The wedding ceremony began. After the bride and groom finished drinking, the emcee said: "Now, let's drink to the newlyweds!" All the adults in the room stood up and raised the glasses on the table. I also raised the glass and asked my mother: "Mom, can I drink?" My mother responded: "Yes." But my mother's eyes kept looking at the bride and groom. I suspected that my mother had heard wrongly, so I asked her over and over again, but she always nodded. So, after the "Cheers" sounded in the audience, I imitated an adult and drank it all in one gulp. "Ouch! Why does this juice taste so bad!" At this time, my tongue was burning, as if I had eaten a big red pepper. After a while, his face turned red, like a cooked prawn. My mother came back to her senses and said with a smile: "I thought you were asking me if I could drink orange juice!" After hearing what my mother said, I also laughed.

Ah! The fun stories from childhood really make me recall endlessly. Childhood composition for the first grade of junior high school 2

"It's over!" I clung to the tail of my childhood and refused to let it slip away. However, despite having a fierce fight with the boy, Childhood, who was covered in wounds, still pulled its tail and walked away like a whirlwind. "Damn it!" So, I went from childhood to adolescence.

Recalling my childhood is really interesting. I was so carefree all day long. But now, my mother and grandma are saying all day long: "Liu Hao! Look at your grades." How different it is from when I was in elementary school! I couldn’t get the first place in every exam. What will I do if I take the No. 1 middle school exam or go to college! “Not only that, even my hair can’t escape their “universal magic sound”: “ Liu Hao, you see your hair has reached your ears. It’s time to cut it, huh?” “No, I still want to grow my hair!” “Yeah? I think you haven’t been beaten for a long time. Come on." The "gentle" voice stimulated my eardrums, and soon my poor hair fell down under the barber's ruthless "scissors". Why! Who said we are not as old as them and not as tall as them?

That’s not all. There is also a famous “Chanzhou Promise” at home, which is to block my right to watch TV and open up the conditions for me to read information books. To put it more simply, TV was not allowed to be watched and could only be viewed as paperwork, so TV sets fell out of favor.

Actually, I also know that these "supervisors" are all for our own good, and we "prisoners" in the "prison" still have five years of "sentence". In the year, we were "released" after serving our sentences. I will always remember: "You can become a great person only if you endure hardships." Childhood Composition 3

Childhood is like a boat, full of candies, full of toys, and full of joy.

Childhood is more like a golden river. Each of its waves contains the past of our childhood. This wave has no danger, and that wave is extremely happy. In short, this river carries my beautiful dreams. My childish innocence is flying, but there is one thing that I still remember vividly.

That was when I was five years old. There was a beautiful pot at home with colorful petals, which looked like an innocent butterfly from a distance. Sometimes, I stand on the small bench and look at it for a long time. But unknowingly, I found that it has a flaw - lack of fragrance, which I feel a bit pity for. If this potted flower has a charming fragrance, I don't know how good it would be. Then I noticed a few bottles of perfume on my mom's dressing table, and I had a great idea.

One day, while my mother was out, I sneaked into my mother’s dressing table and carefully selected a bottle of charming fragrance. I took it out carefully and moved a small bench. , I stood on the small bench, unscrewed the perfume cap effortlessly, and poured it into the flowers. After a while, the aroma filled the room.

In the afternoon, my mother came back and smelled waves of charming fragrance, so she asked me: "Why is there such a charming fragrance coming from the house?" So, I told my mother everything. He laughed loudly and said to me, "You are so stupid. You pour the perfume into the flowerpot in a self-righteous way. You are not helping it. Instead, it is like adding salt and vinegar to the flowerpot. In the end, it will be sacrificed in vain." ”

The next day, the butterfly petals turned yellow, and after a few days, the flower unfortunately withered. Only then did I realize that I must think clearly before doing anything, and think twice before acting, otherwise I will make a joke or even make a mistake. Everything must be done clearly before doing it, and cannot be followed mechanically. Childhood composition 4 for the first grade of junior high school

Childhood is colorful, passionate and lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, but what about the interesting things about childhood?

I am a girl from the north. When I was a child, I loved playing in the ice and snow, having snowball fights and building snowmen. Whenever winter comes, goose-feather-like heavy snow falls from the sky, one after another, in clusters, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking between the sky and the earth, I can only see snowflakes flying, like flower petals blown to the ground, flying one after another; like seven fairies scattering flowers, flying all over the sky. Standing in the snow is like squatting on a cotton gin, only to see countless cotton wadding flowers blowing towards you, covering you with pure white flowers.

When I got up in the morning, the wind calmed down and the snow stopped. Opening the door, a white cold light dazzled people. So, my brother, cousin, and I picked up shovels and built a snowman in the yard. He had a white body, a round head, black eyes made of briquettes, and a nose made of cotton, which was still pointing up! My cousin painted the snowman’s mouth with red ink again, grinning, and laughing at us! The younger brother used a piece of red paper to make a beautiful hat for the snowman. The snowman suddenly became more impressive! The snowman was piled up, and there was another big battle. My cousin threw a snowball and attacked me while I wasn't paying attention. Fortunately, he didn't hit it. When I fought back against my cousin, he had already been hit by his brother's snowball. The snowball drew a picture on the top of my cousin's head. At this time, the yard was filled with laughter. The cousin was not convinced and picked up the snowball to attack his younger brother. After repeated attacks, the laughter in the yard became even louder.

How interesting childhood is! Fun childhood stories bring me joy, childhood is so good.

Using appearance description, action description, language description, and psychological description to describe the characters vividly, as well as appropriate description of the environment to set off the atmosphere. How interesting childhood is! Fun childhood stories bring me joy, childhood is so good. Childhood composition for the first grade of junior high school 5

Childhood life is always colorful, including red and yellow, and blue and green; childhood life is always delicious, including sweet and sour, bitter and spicy; childhood life is always delicious. Life is always worth recalling, it contains both happiness and distress. My life is even more colorful, let me introduce it to you!

Childhood Embarrassments

There is always an indelible smile on that childish face.

It was just after Children’s Day, and my father bought me a new skirt, which I couldn’t bear to wear. After taking a shower that day, I put on the new dress and went to the hill next to the house to show off to my friends. It happened that it had just rained and the ground was extremely slippery. I accidentally fell down the hill and was covered in mud.

I don’t know where the courage came from at that time. I didn’t cry, but smiled stupidly with my mouth covered in mud. The new skirt I just put on had a hole in it, and my delicate skin was scratched. Even my freshly washed body was covered in mud.

Looking at my embarrassment, my friends burst out laughing.

The joy of learning in childhood

The life of childhood is leisurely and comfortable. In addition to playing, there is still play every day.

At that time, I loved studying the most. I pestered my mother to buy storybooks, pens and notebooks from the store, and started copying fairy tales.

When I was young, I couldn’t write any words. I just wrote them one by one. I think it's as interesting as painting. Although there was only one article, I copied it for a whole week.

After copying, I looked at my work and felt very comfortable. But when I pick it up now, it is really the ugliest word.

Several years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and the childish smile from before has disappeared. Whenever I look through the photo album of my memories, I will always reminisce about the fun of my childhood. In the heart of my memory, there are too many short films worth recalling. Childhood composition for the first grade of junior high school 6

Childhood is a dream, taking me to fly into the fantasy of the dream. Childhood is a flower, taking me to appreciate the world of flowers. Childhood is a clump of grass, taking me to know the tenacity of grass. .

My hometown is in the countryside. I was at home during the summer vacation that year. My mother said, "Today we will go to the countryside to accompany my grandparents." I said, "Okay." We immediately prepared to go to the countryside.

When we arrived in the countryside, we went to the river to enjoy the cool air with our friends in the countryside. We sat by the river and felt very cool and comfortable. We saw a group of small fish swimming over. They shook their heads and waggled their tails happily, sometimes Chasing and playing, sometimes looking for food, sometimes standing still and concentrating, sometimes swimming slowly, and spitting bubbles mischievously, it's so interesting! I couldn't help but walk to the river and call my friends to catch fish.

I rolled up my sleeves and couldn’t wait to catch it. Because I was inexperienced, the little fish ran away as soon as I stretched out my hand. The fish was not caught, but the water splashed up Lao Gao and hit me in the face. Not to mention, because the center of gravity was forward, both hands were deeply embedded in the mud. When I lifted it out of the water, I saw two large black claws that showed no trace of flesh. I was angry and funny, and had no choice but to find a new school of fish.

I slowly walked along the river and found a new goal. Hey! The leader of this group of fish is a big and fat carp, which looks very appetizing. This time I learned my lesson and didn't rush to start. I tiptoed to the school of fish and gently reached into the water to catch them. Ginger is still spicy, and this big fish is really good. With a swish of its tail, it was out of the danger zone. Although it ran away, I was not reconciled, and then I caught it suddenly. Because I used too much force, I threw it into the water. I shouted: "Ouch!" The dirty water that came up from the river was like Flowing into the mouth. The little friends on the shore looked at me in such a mess and burst into laughter...

Childhood is so interesting! Childhood First Grade Composition 7

Childhood fantasies are full of innocence, childishness, childlike innocence, and fun. It is these innocence and childishness that enriched my childhood life.

When I was a child, I watched a lot of TV series, but most of them were about aloof queens and magical princesses. So I imagined that one day, I would fly in the sky wearing a beautiful costume, my long shawl swaying with the dance, standing on the clouds and watching many interesting, beautiful things and music in the world.

At that time, I was the best among my friends. My strengths include studying, playing games, skating, etc. They were all taught by me. Every time I think of this I couldn't help but feel elated.

That time we were skating together and they all slipped. I got up and said to them, "I'd better pull you to skate. You will still slip if you skate by yourself!" I taught them my skating tricks. They learned to skate according to my instructions. I took them skating and watched the beautiful sunset. "Oops" The sun was about to set, and we all skated home. None of them could compare to me. It took me a long time to get home before they skated home.

Among my friends, I have always regarded myself as a queen, a very powerful queen, a self-righteous and arrogant queen, and a queen full of fantasy. But now I know that I am not a superior queen, but an ordinary girl, a girl whose dreams are shattered, a girl with many friends, a girl who is on an equal footing with others, just an ordinary-looking girl.

My dreams disappeared over time, disappeared in the long river of my memory, disappeared in the rings of time, disappeared in my childhood growing up day by day. Gradually forgotten. Childhood Grade 1 Composition 8

Because I have lived in a mining area since I was a child, my life is completely out of line with rural life. I don’t have my own childhood paradise. If I have to say it, it is behind the yard of my grandma’s house. of hillside.

It is not as big as Lu Xun’s Baicao Garden, nor are there as many creatures as in the Baicao Garden, nor are there as vivid stories as in the Baicao Garden, but there are a few trees and a few clumps of grass there. There were a few flowers, so the trees, grass and flowers formed my childhood paradise.

The tree is very short, very small, but its bark is very interesting. It becomes a whistle at one time. People in the tree are commonly known as "honey". The sound it makes is very pleasant, like the chirping of a bird. , like the sound of flowing water in a stream, like the sound of soft wind, crisp, graceful, intoxicating, loud and loud, even better than Beethoven's "Moonlight"!

The grass is very short, and the advantage is that the grasshoppers have nowhere to escape. I can catch many grasshoppers without any effort, put them into a transparent glass jar, hold the letterhead in my hand, and lie down Come down, raise the bottle to the sky, and watch a few grasshoppers fighting, which is a unique experience.

The flowers are very small and beautiful. They are often "touched" by me picking them up by the roots. They are yellow and white, all of them are so cute, so small, so charming, and although they taste It is not fragrant, but it grows tenaciously on a small hillside, making people feel a deep sense of warmth. It immediately becomes a small flower that is more fragrant than roses and more fragrant than angelica.

I grew up little by little, and the hillside changed little by little. Gradually, it was finally leveled, and a long and difficult railway was paved. As a result, my childhood dream was a little bit changed. I eradicated it drop by drop until it was completely gone. At this time, I understood that I had embarked on the road of life.

“Well——” The train is coming. Childhood Composition 9

It has been almost 13 years since I was born as a baby. 13 years is not a short time in my life journey. How many 13 years can there be in life? Five More than a thousand days flowed by my side like running water, gone forever. The beautiful childhood has passed away quietly, and I can't help but lament the flight of time. The ancient saying "time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by." It is really the most true truth, and it is realized in everyone.

In half a year I will be taking the entrance exam for middle school, and every student will go their separate ways. Although my beautiful childhood can leave a mark on my life, it cannot be repeated. This is the law of time. , no living thing can change it, time is running forever, nothing can stop it, even if everything is destroyed, time is still turning.

In my opinion, life is long, long because life has to go through many twists and turns and ups and downs; life is short, short because life always passes by so fast, without even realizing it. We have spent five years in middle school and primary school. If we do not cherish time and grasp every minute and every second, our life will be wasted and we will not become a useful person to society. Remember that time is fast. You are not allowed to think about it at all. Time will not give you a choice. You have no right to choose. In front of time, everyone is weak. Even if you have all kinds of abilities, you cannot escape the clutches of time. Even if technology is developing, you cannot Let time stop for half a step.

I lament its passage, the passage of time without giving anyone a chance. Childhood First Grade Composition 10

‘‘Hoo, ho…. "When I turned my head, I suddenly heard a voice. Who was singing...? It turned out that the naughty autumn wind was blowing my ears, and the nasty autumn wind was teasing me. It slapped my face, It brought some coolness, maybe it wanted to tell me that it was getting cold. Along the way, I saw many old classmates. Although we have been separated for a long time, our friendship is still there because it is in my heart. It has a sweet taste, so sweet! The autumn wind is bleak. I look at the large tracts of rice on the roadside, which are full of golden color, and the golden color fills your eyes. The posture seems to be greeting Sister Qiufeng. When Sister Qiufeng is happy, she gives them this golden color. How eye-catching! Autumn is in our village, so what is she doing? , as long as you see this scene, you will know that everyone is "moving" the cocoons of autumn silkworms under the eaves! The smell of silkworm cocoons is so strong that I seem to smell the breath of autumn. Autumn is everywhere at this time, with its shadow in the fields and under the eaves of people's houses. It does a good job of preparing for summer, preparing for winter, and being busy in autumn. After picking the silkworm cocoons, the farmers began to take the golden, plump rice home. Autumn represents the passing of a warm season and the coming of a quiet season. Autumn is the time when philanthropists make those who work hard look happy because they get what they deserve. Autumn is such a charming scenery. I want to use my heart to describe your beautiful appearance! Childhood First Grade Composition 11

What is the connection between the two words "age" and "childhood" that seem to have nothing to do with each other? With the continuous changes of the times and the continuous development of science and technology, high-rise buildings are rising from the ground, and the countryside seems to have been far away from us. The pastoral scenery has also left us. We can no longer see any ponds, forests, or mountains. Instead, we can see buildings getting taller and taller and cars running faster and faster. We can no longer play the games our parents played in their childhood. We just have more and more homework every day and heavier and heavier schoolbags.

The elders tell us their lives and childhoods, which can only be called "stories" because it is impossible to happen in the real society. My grandfather said that when they were young, they only had two books, a few notebooks, wrapped in a cloth and tied in a knot. Where can I find such a heavy schoolbag? Lu Xun once mentioned in an article that his life in his hometown was much happier than his life in private school. You can fish for shrimps, go to the theater with your friends, and you don’t have to read the cumbersome poems in the Book of Songs. In the past farming era, people followed the rule of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. They ate whole grains and had children grazing cattle every day. It was very leisurely, and their health was much better than that of people who sat in front of computers all day long.

Elders often use some words to educate us, such as "you are born in blessings but don't know your blessings", "you don't study hard when your conditions are good" and so on. But have you ever thought about it? It's not that our family's conditions were poor before, but now our conditions have improved with the changes of the times. There is no comparison between the two. Besides, we are in this era of good conditions, are we wrong? Should we lose our happy childhood? As the Chinese teacher said, our childhood was happy, but not happy. Childhood First Grade Composition 12

Childhood is a small river, an insignificant river in the sea of ??memory.

However, the most impressive thing is often this seemingly simple river that people will never forget.

I am a playful child, even though I am a girl. When I was a child, in addition to playing, I was a kid who would run outside after finishing my homework. Maybe it's because I'm smart. I only need to listen well in class and my homework can be completed, and it's basically correct, with occasional mistakes. My grades are pretty good, and sometimes I can get to the top of the exam without reviewing before. However, I gradually began to realize that this was not possible.

After a long English class, I looked exhausted. This is the last class of the day, and I can't help but feel excited. But the teacher still said something that bothered me: "The eighth unit will be tested tomorrow. Go back and review. Don't fail!" I came home and finished my homework early. I was struggling in my heart: "Should I review! Or should I review?" I want to play! Today is a good time to play on the computer, but I am already a primary school student. I should review it before the exam!" I picked up the English book and looked at the words floating in front of my eyes. I couldn't help but feel disgusted. My mind started to get confused. I thought: "Never mind, the review will make my mind more confused anyway, and I may do worse in the exam, so forget it!" Finally, I put down the English book...

The test papers were handed out. , I quickly browsed the test paper. Oops, one of the questions in the written test was a phrase. I didn't review it and forgot how to spell it. I started to get nervous and my mind started to get confused. As a result, I even got one small question wrong in the reading question. I regret it so much. If I had read more English books at that time, I could have scored high in the exam. As expected, I only scored 85 points in this exam. The teacher also criticized me.

Having fun is not a good thing! I finally understood that "hard work pays off, but playing is useless"! Childhood First Grade Composition 13

Childhood is like an ink painting, the most splendid fireworks in our lives, a beacon that lights up our dreams in the dark night, a small boat in the ocean, which can never be found. A period of innocence that can be recalled is a story that will be remembered for a lifetime.

My childhood memories are simple, simple, childish and ignorant, but beautiful. I remember when I was four or five, I did something really stupid. That day, my mother and I went to the river to wash clothes. Suddenly, a beautiful shadow flashed before my eyes. It turned out that it was a fish. I became so excited when I saw the fish that I had long forgotten my last name. I rolled up my sleeves and trouser legs, and walked cautiously in the water, for fear of disturbing the fish in the water, so I tiptoed close to the fish. Pick up the bucket floating on the water, fish it out hard, and catch a large bucket of fish. I picked up one, walked to my mother, and showed off my glorious deeds in front of her. But she just smiled and didn't say much. I saw that she was too lazy to pay attention to me, so I ran to the side to play by myself. Suddenly I remembered my father's words - "If you sow melons, you will get melons and beans." So I thought: "These little fish are so beautiful, if they are planted in the ground, more little fishes will grow." Just do it, I started to take action. A few days later, I went to "harvest" but not only did the small fish not grow, but even the seeds were gone. I was so anxious that I sat on the ground and burst into tears. My mother heard the sound and ran over and asked me why, so I told her the whole story. Unexpectedly, she burst out laughing.

Childhood is fleeting like a fleeting cloud, but the simplicity and simplicity of children, like a bright light in the dark night, will always warm everyone's heart. Childhood Grade 1 Composition 14

I thought I would always live a carefree life like this. I thought I could continue to grow up under the care of my childhood. I thought I could still be there for countless days. Sleep peacefully day and night. I once thought this way, I once thought this way with beautiful ideals and youthful vitality.

However, it was this that made my hopeful chest and body tremble, tremble, and bleed in the days to come! I tried to change, I tried to save, I tried to get rid of this iron chain! However, this is it again! What did I get in exchange? It is a cavity filled with imprisoned blood and a bloody heart that cannot resist!

Youth, youth, youth is the vigorous sunrise in early spring, the dripping grass, and the blooming flower! Youth is free and unrestrained! Should youth be restrained? Should youth be wiped out? No! Absolutely not! I never want it either! I don’t want to step into the black swamp that ruined the childhood and dreams of so many children! I don't want me to cry helplessly there again!

At that time, I had no objection or resistance. I followed my parents’ wishes and walked through the crowd with my tutoring bag every Sunday, flying the words “Don’t let your children lose at the starting line.” In the school with the slogan "On", various formulas and theorems are studied desperately. The scenery outside the window is so dazzling, but in the cycle of time, I have no time to pay attention to the dazzling fireworks even for only a second. This time I didn't get the grades my parents expected, but I got the disease they didn't want and the depression that most of my peers didn't have. If I could have broken through the obstacles at that time, I would not have suffered the premature death of my childhood and the shattering of my ideals, as well as the mistakes of youth and spiritual obstacles.

Now it’s up to me to decide everything, and I will definitely not make the same mistakes again and choose the same path as before. Childhood First Grade Composition 15

On my desk, there are two schoolbags. One is a brand new schoolbag I just bought, and the other has been with me for four years and is in tatters. The strap has been sewn. I bought a schoolbag countless times...

I changed to a new schoolbag and ignored the old schoolbag. The old schoolbag that I usually cared for in every possible way has become air in my heart. It is inevitable that people like the new and dislike the old.

I remember one time, I was bullied by my neighbor. The neighbor laughed at me for buying a new schoolbag because I looked ugly. My anger surged into my heart, but I didn’t dare to settle the score with my neighbor. When I got home, I saw the desk I got on the old schoolbag and wanted to take my anger out on it. I raised my fist to hit it. As soon as I raised my fist, suddenly, I saw the cartoon character on the schoolbag - Mickey Mouse, who was sitting there and smiling at me. , I hesitated, remembering the scene in which my old schoolbag has been inseparable from me in the past four years: when school was over, it was raining heavily, and I looked at the raindrops hitting the schoolbag, so I leaned my umbrella against the schoolbag, preferring to endure the wind and rain. beat. Every three days, I have to give my schoolbag a bath. At that time, I loved it wholeheartedly and would not let it get hurt at all... Now, four years later, I have to treat it with my fists. I immediately put down my fists and gave it a bath. The old schoolbag has been washed once, and the "Mickey Mouse" on the schoolbag is still so clear. Suddenly, the old schoolbag seemed to be as brand new as four years ago. I suddenly understood something.

"Mom, I want to carry my old schoolbag back, and I will carry a new one when the old schoolbag is completely worn out." I said to my mother.

So I went to school and went home with this childhood "friend" again, and experienced ups and downs together.