Childhood composition

In our daily life, everyone has tried to write a composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following is my composition about childhood, I hope it will help you.

On the composition of childhood 1 In the silent night, childhood was like a string of pearls, which awakened my colorful memories. In my memory, childhood is always so beautiful.

The night sky is mysterious, and we seem to have wings, roaming and exploring in this boundless space. That night, my family enjoyed the moon in the garden. The moon is curved and so bright, as if it were a banana forgotten by the poor. The sky is full of stars, sparkling stars, like a few pairs of eyes flashing from time to time, and like beautiful shells. I try my best to pick the brightest stars and the most beautiful shells.

A cool breeze broke the silence of the night. The leaves on the tree are swaying and swaying gently, making a rustling sound like a ballad. The little brother took his moon doll and said to the moon hanging in the sky, "Your other half has come to see you!" " "Say that finish, he raised his hand and kept waving the moon. The distant star seems to have received the message and responded to it with a flash.

Suddenly, there were several wolves howling from the distant mountains. The long whistle is the highest respect for the mystery of the night, as if praising the beauty of the bright moon!

That night, I looked at you like a pair of eyes and enjoyed your childhood. Moonlight lit up my whole childhood!

Composition about childhood 2 Childhood is a song with notes written by us; Childhood is a photo album, which contains our beautiful aftertaste.

When I was a child, I did a stupid thing: my mother took me to a buffet. I am very happy. Just entering the gate, I pointed to the autonomous water dispenser and asked, "Mom, what's in it?" Mom said, "That's a drink. You can drink. "

When I started ordering, I looked at these colorful dishes and thought, which one should I eat? Suddenly, I saw a steak and asked, "Mom, can I have this steak?" Mom said, "No, you are too young. Wait until you grow up. " I am depressed, but I can only accept the reality. My mother asked me to pour her a cup of tea. I went to a good tea machine to see Sprite, Coke, Fanta ... all of which I like to drink. I really wanted to taste each one, so I poured a little until the glass was full. I went back to my place and drank this concentrated drink. I just took a sip. I told my mother what happened just now in detail. My mother smiled after listening. She said, "drinks can't be mixed together. If you drink them carelessly, you will get sick or produce chemicals. So don't do such a thing in the future. " After listening to it, I felt that what I just did was really stupid.

Now whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing. Childhood is a poem with many beautiful memories!

Composition about Childhood 3 Childhood is a colorful picture book, which records our fun. In a blink of an eye, we will enter middle school, bid farewell to colorful childhood and enter a dreamy teenager. This year's "June 1st" is our last Children's Day.

This year's "June 1" is the happiest "June 1" I have ever spent, because bananas and melon seeds were distributed at school today. Peanuts and sweets, the teachers in our class are very considerate, and they specially reserved time for us on Friday. As a celebration, we are very happy. In the afternoon 1: 30, Mr. Wang stopped class, arranged Children's Day in an orderly way, began to decorate the classroom with balloons and flowers, and asked the monitor to distribute the food distributed by the school evenly. Finally, the thrilling scene arrived and the performance began. The versatile students in our class signed up for the performance, which made us burst into laughter. Some students sing, some students dance, some students perform sketches, and some students say cross talk. It's really great.

What an interesting childhood, what a happy childhood! When I was a child, I shouted to grow up quickly. However, when I grow up, I will occasionally miss the funny things when I was a child and miss my lovely and ridiculous self at that time.

Childhood is a colorful picture book, recording our fun. In a blink of an eye, we will enter middle school, bid farewell to colorful childhood and enter a dreamy teenager. This year's "June 1st" is our last Children's Day.

My childhood is like four seasons. There is happiness, fun, happiness and trouble. Come and see my childhood.

A happy childhood is like spring, where a hundred flowers blossom. The brook is playing the piano, and the colorful earth is covered with green fluffy carpets. White clouds are floating in the blue sky, and birds in the trees are singing and laughing. The young trees also put on their new clothes, and the willows proudly watched their long braids fluttering in the wind. My friends and I play on the grass and run on the lawn. There is nothing sad, always so carefree. ...

Interesting childhood is like summer, thriving. My friends and I enjoy the cool under the tree. Take the fan, fan, fan away the heat brought by summer. We played hide-and-seek and circled under the tree. Each of us told our best jokes, and we all burst into laughter, waking up all the sleeping people. Look, this is my interesting childhood.

Happy childhood is like autumn, fruitful. When I grow up and understand, I find that I have learned more and more. I learned to draw and became a teacher's little assistant to draw a blackboard newspaper. I learned to write, which often moved teachers and mothers. I also learned ...

A troubled childhood is like winter, boundless. There is heavy snow, no birds singing, no blue sky and no flowers on the earth. I have been thinking about why my mother always asks so much of me, why I can't do what I like, why, why, there are thousands of reasons why I don't know how to answer.

This is my childhood, a colorful childhood life.

My childhood was so colorful, happy and sad.

I remember when I was five years old, my mother gave me some white chrysanthemum seeds. That time, I came to the balcony with the seeds my mother gave me and chose a very beautiful flowerpot for him. I'll loosen the soil with a small shovel, dig a small hole, put some water and put the seeds in. I just wait for my beautiful chrysanthemum to sprout quickly. A few days later, one of my flowers called Qiuhua was in full bloom. I think if I water the chrysanthemum seedlings more, it will bloom soon. So I watered the chrysanthemum seedlings a lot, but the next day the chrysanthemum seedlings withered a little and I cried. I went to ask my mother, and she told me not to water them too much and how to plant them. After my mother finished, I still didn't understand. Finally, with the help of my mother, my white chrysanthemum finally opened, very beautiful and white. I am very happy to look at my beloved white chrysanthemum! My efforts have paid off, and I have also learned a lot about planting.

Another time, after my junior year, my mother took me to Zhongshan Park to play. At that time, my mother bought me a dozen butterflies, and my mother and I ran to the grass. I struggled with the wind and ran, but I couldn't fly. My mother told me not to run yet. I don't know why I still run hard, or I don't fly sweating. My mother caught up with me and told me that there should be wind and it would fly in the direction of the wind, so my mother helped me lift the bucket and fly slowly into the sky in the direction of the wind. At that time, my butterfly kite flew in the sky like a beautiful butterfly fairy.

There will be many interesting things in our childhood that we need to understand and explore. Our childhood is the most precious, interesting and fun.

Everyone has his own childhood. Today I will share my childhood with you!

The so-called childhood refers to my childhood. My favorite cartoon when I was a child was Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. Of course, I sometimes watch it now, and I often fantasize that I will be as smart as Pleasant Goat, and I will have solutions to any problems.

There are many stupid things in childhood, but there are also many fun and happiness. Some because of interest, some because of dreams. Everyone has their own dreams.

Teachers often tell us that without dreams, people have no goals. My dream is to be a guitar teacher. This dream has existed since I was in the middle class of kindergarten.

Once, my mother took me to a musical instrument store, and I took a fancy to the guitar at first sight. I didn't know what it was at that time, so I was curious and asked my sister in the shop. My sister told me that it was a guitar, and she also played a song "Shiny" for me. My sister is very kind and kind-hearted. After listening to it, that wonderful melody has been echoing in my mind. Therefore, learning guitar, practicing guitar and becoming a guitar teacher have always been my dream. Of course, my mother also signed me up for a guitar class.

My dream road is very hard, so I will keep going, and my dream will get closer and closer to me.

Composition about childhood 7 Recalling childhood is equivalent to recalling interesting things, which makes people feel happy; Recalling childhood is equivalent to recalling sadness, which makes people feel bitter; Recalling childhood is equivalent to recalling happiness and making people feel sweet. Childhood is like a five-flavor bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and sweet. Five flavors.

Recalling childhood is equivalent to recalling interesting things and making people feel happy; Recalling that scene, I tasted the sweetness in the five-flavor bottle. I did some childish things when I was a child, and now I think it's ridiculous in retrospect! . Once, I remembered a funny scene in my hometown-it happened in my childhood. One day, my cousin and I asked my uncle, "Ah! That's very kind of you! " I was busy all afternoon. No matter what they do, the two brothers will fight to the death.

Recalling childhood is equivalent to recalling sadness, which makes people feel bitter; Recalling that scene, I tasted the "bitter", "sour" and "spicy" in the five-flavor bottle. When I recall my childhood, I realize that I made mistakes when I was a child. But now it's irreparable. Once, I recalled a past event. I searched my mind for the faded memory book.

Recalling childhood is equivalent to recalling happiness and making people feel sweet; Recalling that scene, I tasted the sweetness in the five-flavor bottle. Recalling innocence, I know how happy I was when I was a child. Now, when we grow up, we have more troubles. How I miss my childhood.

Faded memories in my mind. Let me miss it again! Makes me laugh again! Makes me sad again!

Composition about childhood 8 "Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer. On the swing beside the playground, only butterflies stop on it. The teacher's brush on the blackboard is still brushing. Waiting for school, waiting for the childhood of games ... "On Sunday afternoon, my mother sang her favorite song.

"Mom, why do you like this song so much?" I asked curiously.

My mother was full of memories and said to me gently, "Because this song is about my mother's childhood!" " "

Mom's childhood, I am very curious, "Mom, tell me about it!" " "

"Mom is a child, but she is the king of children. You know, when I was your age, I led a few friends, climbed trees to pick fruits, caught crabs in the river, and I dared to ride on the back of cattle! You don't know how much those friends admire me! " Wow! I imagine my mother riding on the back of a cow. She must be awesome.

"Mom, what snacks and toys did you like best when you were a child?"

"ah! At that time, I often didn't even have enough food. How can I afford snacks and toys? But I also have an idea, that is, wild fruits in the mountains, what sweet potatoes, wild jujubes, wild raspberries, by the way, there is also a kind of sour grass, which is also delicious ... "

I looked at my mother and asked sadly, "Mom, why is your childhood different from mine?" Not enough to eat, so pitiful. "Mom stared at me and smiled." Silly child, everyone's childhood is different. "You don't have to eat anything delicious or wear beautiful clothes to be happy. The most important thing is that everything you can remember is beautiful, so my mother's childhood is happy! "

Yes, each of us has a childhood, and we all have different childhood. This is the best time in our lives, and people have endless memories.

Composition on Childhood 9 Childhood is a painting, which is my vision for the future; Childhood is a boat, bearing the happiness and sadness of my childhood; Childhood is a bird, flying happily in the sky; Childhood is a song that sings the dream in my heart; Childhood is .........

I remember when I was eight years old, I played a prank, which is still funny when I think about it. That day, I was alone in the dormitory, feeling bored and always wanted to do something. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind: playing tricks on my roommate. So, I stepped on the chair and put a pot of water on the half-opened door, waiting for the good play to be staged. After a while, my roommate came back in my expectation, pushed the door open and a basin of water splashed all over him. On the clothes, I burst into laughter. My roommate flew into a rage and stared: "Xinyi, what are you doing?" I won't play with you anymore! "I said anxiously," I won't do it again. Please cut me some slack! "My roommate thought for a moment and said," Well, I'll forgive you this time. Don't dare to do this again next time. " I stood on the stool, made an oath gesture and said, "A promise is a promise, a promise is a promise!" My roommate looked at me in distress situation.

My childhood was both happy and sad; I've done stupid things and played pranks. These wonderful memories deserve my treasure!

Composition about childhood 10 Childhood is colorful, like beautiful seashells by the sea; Childhood carefree, like a noisy wave doll.

I often went to my grandmother's house to play when I was a child. I remember when I was five years old, it was snowing heavily outside on a winter morning. I got out of bed happily, thinking that I could have a snowball fight with my friends again.

After breakfast, it snowed harder and harder, and we were very happy. I ran to the square and saw naughty snowflakes "elves" all over the floor, roofs and trees. They had already started fighting, and a snowball flew at me. I dodged to the left. Looking up, it turned out to be He. He was laughing. Other children saw me and threw snowballs at me. I was smashed in a big mess, thinking of "fighting to the death" with them, so they scraped the snow with their hands, picked up snowballs and pinched them one by one. Come and go, we have a good time. Suddenly an idea flashed through my mind, and I quickly built a "snow wall" before they attacked. However, when they saw that I had built a "snow wall", instead of weakening morale, they fought harder and harder. When my friends saw that I was almost at a loss, they rushed up and hugged me. I was about to scream when a snowflake floated into my mouth, cool and refreshing. I was going to let them leave me alone and say, "As long as I take a bite of snow, I will be lucky again and again." Seeing their disbelief on their faces, I grabbed a handful of snow and put it in my mouth, chewed it and swallowed it. Then, they quietly threw a dollar to the side and pretended to walk to pick it up. As soon as they saw it, they began to eat snow.

When I got home, my stomach began to hurt, and I realized that I lied not only to everyone, but also to myself. But I'm happy.

Now that I think about it, the fun of childhood made me feel childlike and grew up with me.

Composition about childhood 1 1 childhood is always wonderful and unfathomable; Childhood is always happy and interesting; Childhood is always an exciting and surprising gift; Childhood is always pure, jade carving and ice carving; However, when we look back, have we forgotten something, the laughter of playing by the river, the tranquility of putting you to sleep when grandma fanned you without authorization ... Yes, childhood is short, just like the sand in our hands, slowly disappearing. ...

When I was a child, I grew up in the countryside, a vivid wild child. When you are hungry, pick a wild animal to eat. If you are thirsty, catch it and drink it in the river. That kind of day, don't mention how happy it is.

I am a boy raised by my parents. Anyway, I always take the lead with my brother. Remember to swim once. It was a lucky escape.

That passionate summer day, it was very hot and there was no air conditioning. My petite body braved the scorching sun and ran to the big trees in the field to enjoy the cool. I just picked a big leaf to fan the wind. Oh, this suit is a little helpful to the public. Hey, what's that?-Peeping. Oh, dear! Isn't that my brother? He is swimming with his friends. Ah, a typical person who has friends and doesn't want a sister! ! I rushed up and jumped into the river. As a result, as soon as I jumped into the water, I realized I couldn't swim. The answer is "ah-ah-"God, Jesus, Madame Curie, save your poor unloved child. "Ah-ah, what's the matter?" Does this feel like seeing again? I seem to see my brother looking at me with a mocking look, like a bird with a chicken in its mouth. When I saw it, it turned out that the water only reached my waist.

Think about that time, the lovely morning glow accompanied us round after round, and we will never forget it!

Look, the morning glow of childhood. ...

The composition about childhood 12 is like a story book, and every page is a wonderful story; Childhood is like a palette, full of all kinds of colors; Childhood is like a photo album, recording our childhood memories.

When I was 7 years old, my father accidentally found two more "uninvited guests" in my lower middle tooth-it turned out that two more teeth were inserted. This is too bad. These two new teeth will affect the normal growth of my original teeth. So, my father immediately decided to take me to the hospital for tooth extraction.

I'm not afraid of pulling teeth, but my father is more nervous than me. He was worried that I would cry in pain and asked the doctor to gently pull it out. He still held my hand tightly and said to me, "It won't hurt, don't be afraid, just for a moment!" " "I comforted my father and said," Dad, don't worry, I'm not afraid of pain and I won't cry! " "

I started pulling teeth. I first lay down on the sofa, opened my mouth and gave a loud "ah". First, the doctor knocked on my teeth with a tool, and then began to rub things on my teeth. Suddenly, I felt a little nervous. I'm afraid it will hurt. I secretly told myself that I am a man and should be brave. So I closed my eyes tightly and opened my mouth wider, waiting for the doctor to pull it out. The doctor acted quickly, and before I felt the pain, he said to me, "Pull it out, children are so brave!" " "

This is my first tooth extraction in childhood, and my father cheers for my bravery!

Composition about childhood 13 "It is said that birds want to fly, how high the sky is, but my god, it is only as small as a cage …" I like this song. Because I'm like a caged bird.

I grew up with my homework. I wish I could get grandma to change her way of education. One day, I finished my homework and wanted to have a rest, but my grandmother tried her best to stop me from making test papers for me in the future. Take out the composition book later and let me recite a composition; Give me the homework I bought later In a word, grandma learned the Monkey King's seventy-two changes. Study should combine work with rest.

Once, I brought back the pinched ceramics and I smiled. But as soon as I got home, you lifted my pinched ceramics, fell to the ground without asking, and began to scold me: "You are so old that you are not ashamed to play with mud?" I immediately went back to my room and burst into tears. I wrote my famous saying under the tablecloth, "The pain in study should be relieved in rest. Grades are not important. Have a nice day ... "Grandma, do you know? When you are cleaning, you don't even look, just throw it in the trash can. Do you know that?/You know what? Please throw these away. I will lose the best memories of my childhood.

Grandma, you lied to me when you said I had no childhood. But do you think I will be happy with this childhood? You have a colorful childhood, and I only have a black and white childhood. I could actually help you with some housework, but you said, "You are still young, read a good book." Grandma, it's 2 1 century. What the country wants is useful talents, not "nerds" with high scores and low abilities.

Grandma, I finally sincerely hope that you will change your education model. Let me, a caged bird, fly to the sky, spread my wings and soar in the sky of 2 1 century.

Composition about childhood 14 childhood is beautiful and happy in the eyes. Every time I recall my childhood, I listen to melodious songs.

My childhood is gone forever. When I wanted to cherish it, it slipped away from my fingertips. Memories left behind.

Hearing Pang Long's Friends, I recalled my childhood.

When I was a child, I would talk big with my classmates or partners and always pretend to be my buddies or friends. He said he wanted to be together all his life, sharing weal and woe. There is a big fight over a trivial matter, and no one cares about anyone. I forgot my original oath.

When I heard the song "You at the Same Table" by Lao Lang, I recalled my childhood.

In primary school, there are people in each class, each with a desk, a man and a woman. The female deskmate always wants to make way for the male deskmate, but the male deskmate takes out male chauvinism to make the female deskmate afraid. When these two incompatible ideas are merged, there is an indelible mark-the 38th parallel. At that time, I was stingy and my deskmate decided that whenever someone crossed the line to buy a drink for the victim, I begged her to let me live every time I crossed the line. She ignored me and it was over.

Childhood is the first step to fight the sky; Childhood is the time of youth; Childhood is the waltz of youth; Write a beautiful song.

Childhood is different; Childhood is unforgettable. The song of childhood drifting away ...

Composition on Childhood 15 Childhood is often beautiful and happy in people's eyes. Every time I recall my childhood, it's like listening to a beautiful song.

My childhood is gone forever. When I want to cherish it, I find it has slipped through my fingertips and slipped away. All that remains is the memory in my heart.

Hearing Pang Long's Friends, I recalled my childhood.

When I was a child, I always boasted to my classmates or partners, always posing as a buddy or friend. Always said to be together for life, sharing weal and woe. But sometimes the next day, because of a little thing, they fight, and no one talks to anyone. I forgot my original oath.

When I heard the song "You at the Same Table" by Lao Lang, I recalled my childhood.

In primary school, there were always many people in the class, all at the same table, and there was a man and a woman. The female deskmate always wants the male deskmate to give up, while the male deskmate wants to show male chauvinism and make the female deskmate afraid of herself. When these two incompatible concepts are combined, an indelible trace-the 38th parallel is formed. At that time, I was stingy and made a rule with my deskmate that whoever crossed the line would buy drinks for the injured party, but every time I crossed the line, I would beg her to let me live. She always ignored me, and this matter passed.

Childhood is the first step for us to fight the sky; Childhood is the progress of our youth; Childhood is the waltz of youth; Write a beautiful song.

Childhood is different; Childhood is unforgettable. Childhood is also a wandering song. ...