The color of childhood

The color of childhood 1 Class 20xx, Grade Two, Middle School 1 Shen's childhood has different colors.

Childhood is yellow.

Because it is happy.

Childhood is blue.

Because it's sad.

Childhood is red.

Because it's sweet.

Childhood is brown.

Because it's bitter.

Every color of childhood is worth cherishing.

Because it is the first color in our life.

The colors of childhood are colorful.

But it's not perfect.

But because of its imperfection.

Make it so pure and innocent.

It's full of fantasy.

It makes people wish.

It is full of pursuit.

It also makes people learn to be strong.

Is the first foothold of life.

Although the journey of life is so long.

But its beginning opened the curtain of our lives.

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Color of Childhood 2 Childhood is beautiful and colorful. In colorful childhood, I feel a happy life.

Childhood is green and full of vitality.

At that time, I just learned the addition and subtraction within ten minutes, and I can't wait to use it in my life; When I was studying art, I dyed my clothes in the ideal color almost every time. At that time, I was curious about everything around me. Even a tree and a bug would never be forgotten in my heart, and I would never be satisfied with the answers my parents told me, so I always asked more why. In my green childhood, I was full of infinite vitality.

Childhood is purple, it is full of dreams.

In childhood, everyone must be immersed in dreams. It's strange and interesting to think about what I did when I was a child. Once fantasized that he was a great hero who saved the world, punished evil and promoted good, and stood up for his words; I used to fantasize that I have super powers, I can fly, I can feel the softness of clouds, I can fly to rainbows, I can observe the magnificence of rainbows, I can fly to the moon, I can greet my sister Chang 'e, I can fly freely in my dreams, I can think freely in flying, and I can live freely in thinking. All these are beautiful! In my purple childhood, I flew freely.

Childhood is red, it is full of enthusiasm.

For me when I was a child, the happiest thing was to hold a sports meeting. At this time, it seems that everything is red and full of tension of life. The weather on the sports field is very hot, but the passion of the students has already overcome this temperature. Students, whether playing in the stands or cheering, are fighting for the class. Needless to say, the enthusiasm of the contestants depends on the refueling team in the stands. No one sits down, but they all stand high, shouting like a burning flame, and the whole campus is full of blood. I indulged myself in my red childhood.

The colors of childhood are colorful, symbolizing vitality, dreams, flying and swaying. In my colorful childhood, I enjoyed my childhood happiness to the fullest!

Color of childhood 3 Everyone has a happy childhood and a colorful childhood. In this childhood, we started a long and bumpy life path.

My childhood was very interesting and happy, but I also had difficulties. When I was six years old, my family's financial conditions were not as good as they are now. My parents and I can only live in a flat and short house. Only my father works at home, so I can only maintain my daily life. Therefore, mom and dad are very frugal in life. Although there is no nutrition, three meals a day are enough.

At that time, there were many neighbors living next door to my house, old people, children, young people … many, many. When I first moved there, I learned to communicate and get to know them. In less than a month, I made many new friends. Adults, of course. Whenever I have time, I often drop in. I still remember a sister. I often went to see her. She always gave me candy to eat. I think her candy tastes better than anyone else. No matter how I change it, I can't eat that taste, that unspeakable taste. Sweet, I can still vaguely remember the taste.

I also made many friends. Do not underestimate them. Their "skills" are varied: some are good at making handicrafts, some are good at drawing, some can make beautiful and interesting toys, and some are ...................................................................................................................... I have learned a lot from them! Their "guidance" opened my eyes and aroused my strong and passionate curiosity.

In my more than two thousand days of childhood, I learned more about this strange society. Although I was ignorant, it was also a joy at that time. Although I was so young and knew so little at that time, it was also indispensable in life. It can be said that without childhood, a person's life is incomplete, there is no love, no conscience and no kindness. I love my childhood, and the colors of my childhood have rendered my life! !

The Color of Childhood 4 Childhood has quietly passed away in the colorful. ...

Green, the symbol of life. Somewhere in the world, a new life is driven by curiosity, which is a new beginning. Curious, everything in front of me is strange, and I don't understand the significance of my arrival. Green, so I spent five years of curiosity with me.

White, a symbol of purity. The passing of green ushered in the kindergarten era. In kindergarten, I was a child who could sing and dance. I also won many honors for our class, but my classmate He Laoshi's praise turned into criticism in my pure heart. I was scared to tears. White, so I cried with me for three years.

Golden yellow, a symbol of hope. The death of Bai ushered in the first test in my life-going to school, which is another starting point. We gradually have our own thinking and knowledge. In order to make myself a good student, I began to study hard. Golden yellow, so I spent three years with me.

Red, a symbol of vitality. The passing of golden color ushered in the beginning of my fourth grade. With the change of color, I became cheerful and lively from silence. Red is a big change in my personality. When I was in the fourth grade, we had a new head teacher. The head teacher always expresses helplessness to my cheerfulness. Red, in this way, spent three years with me in the teacher's helplessness.

The color of childhood just disappeared in time. ...

Now, I can't help falling in love with blue. It symbolizes the ocean, the sky, all the vast things, it symbolizes freedom and strength.

Unsealed photos, bits and pieces of childhood are all in my heart. But now I don't remember. Childhood has passed, hold your head high, according to your own color, go on firmly, step by step. ...

The color of childhood 5 Looking at the brush that has been eclipsed for a long time in my hand, it once decorated my colorful childhood. Memories-chasing the footsteps of kites and looking at the beautiful sky ~ At night, the starry sky reappears, but it is no longer my childhood. When I grew up, my childhood drifted away with time, leaving beautiful memories ... childhood! My colorful dreams.

I have been painstakingly searching for my childhood, but now my studies, exams and homework are pouring in, filling my living space, and key schools are listed as the most striking first page in the dictionary of life. We are entangled between school and cram school. In class, we all stare at the blackboard, pay attention to the teacher's every move, and are still busy taking notes in our hands for fear of leaving something behind. Before we could react from one problem, another problem followed, and our brains were unconsciously paralyzed in high-speed operation. ...

We are all running on the road, but we have lost the appreciation of the scenery on both sides of the road, and the burden on us is getting heavier and heavier. Who has never had a trace of peace and beauty? Who doesn't want to embrace that sweetness, so they grow up slowly, lose the color of childhood, look forward to the joy of life, and at the same time bear the pressure of growth ... The happiest time in life is sunset and dusk ... Who will miss yesterday's dusk after sunset?

The color of childhood 6 Autumn comes year after year.

Everywhere is golden, autumn is the harvest season, farmers' uncles are harvesting rice in the fields, fruit farmers' uncles are busy picking fruits, and every corner is full of vitality and harvest. At this moment, I can't help thinking of Teacher Ni.

Teacher Ni teaches us Chinese.

She is tall, with shoulder-length hair and shiny black. There is a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the high bridge of the nose, and the most striking thing is the glib tongue. No matter when and where, it will always come out, and beautiful words will gush out from the mouth like the Yangtze River.

In class, Teacher Ni always likes to let us close our eyes and appreciate the texts she reads. Whenever I read the prose describing the scenery, Mr. Ni's style is like a trickle, slowly emerging; When reading lively and interesting narratives, Mr. Ni often imitates the characters' language and reads them vividly, which makes everyone laugh. Whenever I read articles about heroic feats in the history of the motherland, Teacher Ni's tone is as powerful as the billowing sea water. Reading the text with emotion over and over again will always attract applause from the students and let us understand the text more deeply.

Teacher Ni doesn't like the classroom to be her own platform. She likes to ask questions in class, discuss with us and let students express their opinions. If the students' answers are correct and complete, there will be a flash of joy in Teacher Ni's motherly eyes and she will say loudly and excitedly, "Good! Great! " At this time, Teacher Ni is happier than every student. If the students' answers are incorrect and imperfect, Teacher Ni always looks at the students with encouraging eyes and says kindly, "Is this right?" ? Think, it doesn't matter, think again! "It seems that every word of encouragement will inspire the students and increase their confidence. In every class, our harvest is injected into our minds like the fruits of autumn.

However, in our eyes, Teacher Ni is not only a strict teacher, but also a big friend in our eyes.

When the class was over, Teacher Ni's serious face disappeared and was replaced by that childish smiling face. Teacher Ni always likes to talk and laugh with us after class and tell us some truth about being a man, which benefits us a lot. Whenever Teacher Ni tells jokes, I always stand beside her, feeling that she is not an old teacher over half a year old, but a lively teenager like us.

I stood beside Mr. Ni again and found that Mr. Ni had a few more white hairs, and my heart could not help but tremble secretly. Teacher Ni, a 500-year-old teacher, is so extremely responsible for her work, so persistent and so unswerving in her pursuit. What should we do as lively teenagers?

Teacher Ni loves her work so much, loves her students so much, and is responsible for us. As students, how can we repay Teacher Ni?

Now, I always thank Teacher Ni silently in my heart, because it is Teacher Ni who makes me happy and gains me knowledge. It's Teacher Ni who painted my life in blank, making my life more colorful.

The color of childhood When we were seven years old, naughty children mixed detergent with water, put a small bottle in it, then found a straw and blew out bubbles. Some bubbles are in groups, and some are alone. They look colorful in the sunlight. Their lives are so short that they disappear quietly in a very short time, just like our beautiful and short childhood.

Childhood is like a colorful rainbow.

Enthusiasm is dazzling red. Whenever guests come home, we sing and dance in front of them.

Orange is so lively. In class, as soon as the teacher asked questions, we lively children raised our fleshy little hands, and soon they formed a small forest. After class, we are like a bird flying from the Woods, some jumping, some running, some noisy and very happy.

Yellow is a sincere reminder. When we cross the road alone, looking at the endless flow of cars and dazzling yellow lights, we will eliminate hesitation, wait patiently and avoid danger.

Green represents hard-won health. Now we are carefree because our parents' care and love have paved a green channel for our healthy growth.

Cyan is so sad. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? I remember that math exam, I only got 86 points, which was the first time I didn't reach 90 points in math! For this reason, I was criticized, blamed and reflected.

Blue is the wing that flies freely. These wings have brought us endless knowledge, just like the blackboard at the back of our class that says "reading is like a book, writing is like a god", which constantly inspires us to study hard and make progress every day.

Purple is our shining window. Let's explore the unknown mysteries together.

Childhood has passed day after day, year after year. It is so beautiful and unforgettable, just like the song "Childhood" sings, "Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer, and only butterflies are parked on the swing by the playground ..."

The color of childhood Childhood is green.

Shuttle through spring

Jump on the grass

How naughty!

Touch the children's eyes

Shuttle freely in the hearts of children

Childhood is pure blue.

Play in the river

Quietly and happily

World tour

Childhood is Lux.

This is the sun, and this is the red flower.

Sow the seeds of love in …

In the child's mind

Full of happiness and joy

Childhood is pale yellow

It is a star that travels happily in the sky.

It's a daisy.

That string of rice ears

In the long river of time

Shine golden light

Childhood is colorful.

It is a rainbow hanging in the sky.

This is a colorful painting.

Wandering in the eyes of children

Carefree, happy and comfortable ......

Unconsciously,

Childhood slipped away quietly. ......

"Hey, where is the colorful childhood?"

A teenager asked a question. ......

Childhood color 200 -300 words

Looking at the east from a distance, the color of childhood gradually changed from light red to deep red. Then, a red sun rises slowly from the place where the water meets the sky, and a bright day begins again. The motors of the fishing boat started one after another. Soon, there was only a thunderous noise between heaven and earth, and the boatmen signaled that the boatmen broke down skillfully. Soon, thousands of fishing boats lined up in the harbor, like a long queue, like a fleet ready to go, and returned home in triumph, leaving the port hopefully, heading for the depths of the sea and heading for their own work area.

There were hundreds of battles, in which Qian Fan was also involved. There is not so much motor noise in the port, but more people are clamoring to go to Ma Si, adding a lot of busy figures. The jellyfish pond is thoroughly cleaned, seafood processing tools are available, food, drinks and fruits have already been transported to the dock, and tractors, trucks and packing boxes have opened their eyes ... Everything is ready, just waiting for the ship to come back.

"Please pay attention to the port, the fishing boat is about to return to Hong Kong, please get ready on the shore!" The broadcast of the port management office rang, and the people on the shore looked at the east as if they were directing. That's our boat! "Ours is in the back!" "Oh, back again!" "The hull is so low, good, full of goods!" The shore was crowded and the dock immediately became lively. "Report, 052 1 returned successfully!" "Report 08 10 and return!" ……

Anchor, jump, open the warehouse and see the goods.

"Jellyfish 4 yuan" "Take it all!"

"Mi 20 yuan" "How much do you want!"

"sand brain 1 yuan" "eat up!"

Shipping, weighing, settlement and payment.

"Ha ha, thirty thousand!"

"How much is it?" "Fifty-three thousand!"

"What about you, two dog?" "Fifty-eight thousand! Create a record high! "

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Looking at piles of money, there is a kind of joy on my face that I can't hide, and I am full of confidence and good hope in talking and laughing. Yes, Binhai Port is a painting with a broad background and a magnificent stage. Hard-working and brave coastal Hong Kong people are putting on a magnificent live drama here.

Comments: The little author observes carefully, writes about the departure and return of fishing boats, focuses on the busy scene of the port, and writes about people's joy and hope, which is exciting to read. (Instructor Liu)

The colors of childhood are so colorful and beautiful as poetry. The colors of childhood are so colorful and beautiful as a painting.

If childhood is a photo album, then the photos in front of childhood are color, and the photos behind childhood are black and white.

The day my sister left me, I felt so lonely and cold. The world is so big, but there is no warm place. My heart went to heaven with my sister. No pain, sister. Have a good rest. I had a long dream that day:

My sister took my little hand and took me to play. On the path, I ran happily together. My sister turned to look at me, giggling and laughing all the way ... Suddenly, my sister let go of my hand and felt that my sister was dragged away by something. I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid my sister is gone. I tried to catch up with my sister's hand, but my legs seemed to be filled with lead. Why?

My pillow was wet when I woke up. I know I miss my sister again. I dare not look at her picture, close your eyes. Scenes passed in my mind like a gust of wind. I was sad, and I cried, because I missed my sister so much.

Sister, did you have fun there? There should be no pain there, right? What color is the world there? It should be colored. Because it brings you the color of my world.

Childhood colors 10 Interesting things and colorful paintings are just like people's yearning for childhood.

Speaking of childhood, I have endless words. When I was three years old, although I was not very sensible, I still remember it vividly. One sunny morning, my mother took the hot kettle on the stove to pour water for a bath, leaving a little "man" beside the stove for me. Just as my mother poured water for a bath, I sat on the burning stove. When my mother saw that I did it, she ran over at once, but she didn't dare to move. She immediately called my parents and menstruation to help me buy medicine, but I felt very comfortable sitting on it and didn't cry. When you hold me down (almost burned my important part! ) but I still don't change my mind, but when I saw my mother, I was scared out of my wits and my face was blue. This is the so-called black event!

Just after watching those thrilling scenes, there are naturally colorful interesting things. It was New Year's Eve in China, and the stars and the moon watched us children set off fireworks with envy. How interesting. A few good friends and I put some snow on the roof of someone else's house as a base for fireworks. We put a celestial cannon on it, and it whizzed up into the sky, forming a color of my childhood.

There are countless colors in my childhood, and these things are just a small spray in the ocean of my childhood.