"Interesting childhood" composition. One or two things should be original. Oh, don't copy about 600 words. Thank you.

My childhood is colorful. Innocence and sweetness flow in my childhood, which will always make people have unforgettable memories.

I remember when I was five years old, I was playing freely in my room on a sunny Sunday ... Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in the hall. I heard a voice and saw my father sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs and shaving with a strange thing in his hand. I opened my eyes and asked my father inexplicably, "Dad, what is this?" "Oh, you ask this, right? This is a little assistant who shaves my dad! " As soon as the voice fell, my father shaved off his beard with a big smile on his face, which was really enviable. I just stood there, thinking.

The next morning, after I got up, I accidentally found a few beards on my little white dog's mouth, and suddenly my eyes lit up: Hey, use its special weapon to tidy up the dog's hair. I dance for my cleverness. At first, I looked around and felt safe, so I took action and crept to my father's room. Ha, I found that strange thing with no effort. I jumped and jumped, let alone how happy I was! Came to the yard, I grabbed the little white dog, willy-nilly, three times and two times to shave the little white dog's beard completely. I looked at my "masterpiece" and was very happy. I thought: My parents will give me a good compliment when they come back. ...

As night fell, my mother finally got off work. I had the cheek to tell my mother what happened today with a smile. After my mother heard this, I was really dumbfounded that day. I am really a monk-I am at a loss. My mother told me earnestly, "A dog's beard is of great help to him. You can't just cut it to help." When you grow up, look up the information yourself. "

With the passage of time, this is already a note in my heart that makes me think deeply. Whenever I think of it, I always laugh. This is also a diary full of joy in my heart.

Childhood fun

My childhood was very happy, and the story that happened at that time is still fresh in my memory. There is one thing that always makes me happy whenever I think of it. Because it brings me endless fun.

One day, when school was over, I saw many students gathered in front of me. I walked over curiously and saw a lovely box of ducklings. I bought one and a half when I asked. I picked it up and held it in my hand. Its small eyes look at me like two black beans and bark at me from time to time. And it's swaying in a lovely way. When I crouched down to get the plastic bag, it waddled away from me. I caught it back, still chanting: "This little thing is really naughty." Then, I put it in a plastic bag and named it "Scampy".

When I got home, I put it in a shoe box and put it on the table, lest it run out. However, it is not obedient. It grabbed the box with its wings first, and then jumped out of the box hard. Then it ran forward in despair and fell on the chair. It jumped off the chair again. Stumbling to come over, Ji Ji called me. I think it's hungry. I took some vegetables out of the refrigerator, carefully cut them into pieces and put them on a small plate. As soon as I picked up the plate, the duckling waddled towards me, only to see it flapping its wings and craning its neck eagerly. Before I could put the plate steady, it greedily ate it with its yellow flat mouth, like a small clip. In a short time, its mouth ate all the dishes on the plate like a small clip. The way it eats vegetables is really cute. I like it even more when I see it so delicious.

In the evening, Dad came back and made a window for Naughty with a cardboard box. Mother cooks for it and I pour it water. Like a little guest in my house. Once, I held its flat mouth with my fingers and lifted it. Its little paws immediately pedaled around like riding a bicycle. At this time, my father saw it and said anxiously, "Put it down quickly." I asked strangely, "Why?" "If you pull its mouth, it will hurt." I put it down immediately. I asked again, "Why does it hurt?" Dad said: "Although the duckling's mouth is hard, its mouth is also connected with meat. It will definitely hurt if you pull its mouth." I am ashamed to say to the duckling, "I am really sorry." At this time, Scampy called me twice. It seems to forgive me.

Since this duckling came to my home, it has added a lot of fun to my life. I still miss the duckling when I think of it.

Childhood fun

In my memory, the interesting things of my childhood are like the stars in the sky, countless. As time goes by, some things fade away, while some things are printed in my mind but cannot be erased. Today, I want to write something to tell you!

I remember when I was six years old, I was in a big class in kindergarten. One Sunday, I was playing in the living room, with a plastic "golden hoop" in my hand and Sun Xue. For a while, I stood on the board and looked at it. For a while, I held a stick to learn how to play goblins. For a while, I learned how to destroy tribes with a wooden submachine gun. ...

My mother smelled the roar of the living room in the bathroom and asked me what I was doing. I didn't dare to say a word, so I stopped and crept to the bathroom. When I secretly looked, I saw my mother washing clothes. When she rubbed her clothes, many transparent bubbles appeared in the basin. The lights are colorful and look great. I thought it was very interesting, so I grabbed the bubble with my hand and grabbed it left and right, but when my finger touched the bubble, it broke, even if I grabbed it gently, even though I had been trying to catch it. I'm a little anxious. As soon as I turned around, the washtub under my feet turned over. Mom was angry and funny, so I had to run away in despair. ...

In a blink of an eye, it was another Sunday. A person felt bored at home, and suddenly remembered the matter of catching bubbles, and his interest suddenly rose. Thinking of my mother brewing white powder with hot water, I went to the kitchen to find white powder, tried to brew it with hot water, and thought happily while rushing, many colorful bubbles would float out immediately. There was nothing dirty to wash, so I put my handkerchief in the basin and rubbed it everywhere. As a result, my hands became sticky instead of floating bubbles. I don't know why, but I am anxious and angry. Just then, my mother came back and asked me what was wrong, so I told her about it. My mother couldn't help smiling bitterly and put her finger gently on my forehead. "Silly boy, you are taking starch for cooking, not washing powder. How can there be a bubble? " After listening to it, I suddenly realized that I was also amused and froze for a long time. ...

Childhood is naive and happy. With the change of the stars, childhood is gradually leaving, but those childish and interesting things in childhood can't help laughing in retrospect. Later, my mother told me a truth: to do things, we must first understand the truth, and we should not copy it mechanically, otherwise we will make jokes or even make mistakes. Therefore, this matter still haunts me.

I hope to adopt O(∩_∩)O~