Narrative composition of childhood fun

No matter whether you are in school or stepping into the society, everyone has written a composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. Then the question is coming, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my carefully arranged narrative composition of childhood fun, hoping to help everyone. 1

This is a true story, which happened just a few months ago. It was a sunny afternoon. Everything was so calm, but bad things happened quietly.

After the first class in the afternoon, my good friend came up to me and said, "Have you seen my schoolbag?" I was surprised and asked, "Is your schoolbag gone?" She nodded, and I thought, Hey, I wonder how something as big as a schoolbag can disappear. Unless someone hid it or took it out. I stamped my feet angrily, and I really wanted to tear up the man with the book bag.

So she and I started the mode of school search, grade search and class treasure hunt, and never let go of any details. Every class asked one by one, looked for every suspicious place one by one, and even dug up all the places where the class could hide things, but found nothing. I didn't find my schoolbag, so I still had to go to class, so I lent her my book and I shared one with my deskmate.

At last, the class is over. The next class in our class is physical education class. I went to ask the teacher for a leave and kept looking! The biggest suspicious place left is our own classroom. The schoolbag must be found within 4 minutes, otherwise she won't even be able to do her homework when she comes home at night. Let's do it quickly. We will narrow down the search and only look for it in the class.

It is said that the math teacher is logical, and it happened that the math teacher joined our search group after passing by. The teacher is a top two. She found the lost schoolbag from the depths of the platform accurately and efficiently. I really admire this mischievous thief for being so hidden.

For this matter, the math teacher specially emphasized the bad consequences of practical jokes in the whole class and told the students not to do such things. At this point, the theft storm came to an end, my good friend and I walked home hand in hand, and soon put this unpleasant thing behind us, but I will still remember this experience. I thought: suppose I am the thief, where can I hide my things? Childhood anecdote narrative composition 2

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

An interesting thing happened when I was 5 years old. There was a beautiful iris at home, with colorful petals that looked like a real butterfly from a distance. I often stand on a small bench and look at it for a long time. However, I gradually found that this flower is a bit of a fly in the ointment: it has no fragrance. I feel sorry for this. It would be great if my flowers could also have a fragrant smell. I happened to see some bottles of perfume on my mother's dresser, and I had an idea at once.

One day, while Mom and Dad were away, I went to Mom's dressing table, chose the best one from three bottles of perfume, then moved a chair and came to the flowers. I stood on the chair, unscrewed the lid, quickly sprinkled some on the petals and poured some on the roots. I want the fragrance to spread from the flower root to the flower core. After a while, the room was full of fragrance. I thought it was almost enough, so I let go.

in the afternoon, my mother came home and asked me when she smelled the fragrance all over the room. So I told my own "creation" exactly: my mother sighed in distress situation and said, "Alas, you self-righteous little fool, if you do this, the flowers will kill you!" At first, I was dubious about my mother's words, but the next morning, butterfly petals began to wither and turn yellow. After a few days, the flowers really faded. I was sad for several days, until now my mother still used this as a joke to warn me not to gild the lily!

There are too many interesting things in childhood. If they are strings of wind chimes, when the wind blows, they will give off a burst of crisp and cheerful sounds. Childhood anecdote narrative composition 3

Childhood, like a colorful picture scroll, has the handwriting we are chasing in the picture, and has our innocent childlike innocence in the picture.

The clear water is prosperous and the bright moon is in the sky. The night sky of childhood is always full of magical reverie, and the world of childhood is always accompanied by our laughter. Of course, this laughter is also spread all the way in the research journey of "Reading thousands of books and Walking Wan Li Road".

On the first day of the study tour, the dream world opened, the magnificent Mickey statue disappeared in the eye, and thousands of fairy-tale castles came. The faces of people in the castle are filled with happy smiles. When they come to the bustling Mickey Street, the attics are exquisitely designed and unique in style. Walking through the street, people dressed as Mickey, Minnie, Donald Duck, Snow White and other fairy tales can be seen everywhere, and children and big friends are busy wandering in the fairy tale world. I've been thinking about why Disney is so interesting. I think it's because it helps us remember the happiness of childhood, and it helps us keep a childlike innocence that belongs only to childhood. Why everything in childhood is so interesting is because the world of childhood is full of warmth, romance and love, just like a childish teacher who laughs in the warm wind, who is busy looking for a hat to help others find after the ice cream in his hand has melted, and us who are running wildly in the warm wind like this.

The speed-light-wheel journey is really full of horror, but it is interpreted as an interesting story by our voices. Teachers didn't like this earth-shaking activity originally, but they resisted the children's soft grinding and promised to accompany them into the passage and send them to the speed wheel. However, kind teachers ignored the sly eyes of the children. As the long procession came to an end at noon, Mr. Zhang rushed to tell the children to pay attention to safety, stroking their cheeks one by one for fear that the children would be worried and scared. Jia Zixuan couldn't help it and whispered, "Teacher, how do you get out"? The teacher suddenly realized that the passage could not go back, so the scene turned into more than twenty children cramming the teacher into the car in different comfort ways, and then along the way, besides enjoying the magic of the starry sky, we kept listening to the teacher's beautiful screams. Teacher, you didn't even see the little naughty in our eyes who love you.

On that day, we were the happiest children in the colorful light and shadow superposition of the carousel. On that day, we were the most enjoyable pilots in the footsteps of flying freely across the horizon; On that day, we made the most authentic fairy tale warrior in the exciting rotating meeting of the roller coaster.

Speaking of fun, how can you forget the museum full of unknowns, where specimens of animals and creatures that were extinct as early as 2 million years ago can be seen everywhere in the ancient world. We seem to have returned to the ancient times of mankind, observing the little changes from apes to humans. Because people are too curious about the ancient times of human beings, they imitate the life of ancient human beings like sculptures. Everyone is full of interest, crawling around in the rest area, learning to walk with monkeys and stars, completely ignoring the eyes of passers-by.

Childhood stories may be the most precious memories when we grow up. All kinds of funny things that make people laugh are records of our deep feelings, our explorations, our desires and, of course, our innocence and beauty. Childhood anecdote narrative composition 4

Childhood is colorful, just like beautiful seashells by the sea; Childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream ................................................................................................................................................................

when I was three or four years old, someone gave me a lively, lovely and naughty kitten, and I liked it very much. Once, my mother asked me to stay with my grandmother because of something temporary. Don't be naughty, so I'll play with my kitten! After thinking about it, I walked over to the kitten. I stroked the kitten gently and slowly, and the kitten would "hum, hum" a few times, which is probably really comfortable!

At noon, the kitten has been meowing. Maybe it's hungry! As soon as grandma heard the kitten barking, she said to me, "The kitten is hungry. Please feed the little fish next to it.". After that, grandma continued watching TV. After listening to grandma's words, I remembered that kitten likes to eat fish, but fish likes to eat fish food. Maybe kitten likes to eat fish food, too. Thinking about it, I picked up some fish food from the table and poured it into the kitten's bowl. At first, he walked over and smelled it. I thought he liked it, but he left soon. Watching the kitten go, I said to myself, "Kittens can't be picky about food." After that, I went to catch the kitten. When the kitten saw me coming to catch it, she was scared to run around. When she saw the kitten running away, I said, "Kitty, come back and eat." How can a kitten understand what I said? As long as it runs faster, the kitten runs faster.

however, just when I was about to catch the kitten, suddenly, I felt someone pick me up. Looking back, it turned out to be grandma. Grandma smiled and said to me, "Silly boy, kittens don't eat fish food. I said, "Why, Grandma? "Grandma didn't say anything, and hurriedly took a fish and threw it on the ground. The kitten immediately bit the fish and ran to the side to eat it with relish.

There are too many things in childhood. If they are a wind chime, then memories are a breeze. When they are blown gently, they will ring a crisp and happy bell. Childhood anecdote narrative composition 5

Whenever the busy day passes, the starry night will come, that is, at this time, I often think of my childhood life.

Open that thick photo album, which records the wonderful memories of my childhood.

The first photo was taken with my mother in Desheng Square when I was one year old. In the photo, I took my mother's warm big hand, and my eyes narrowed into a crack with laughter, revealing a few teeth that didn't grow well. My innocent face was like a flower.

The second photo was taken by myself when I was five years old, and it was also taken in Desheng Square. This reminds me of the scene when I was nine years old and caught small fish with my brother. First, we rolled up our pants, took off our shoes, and ran into the water that was not very deep. First, we quietly observed the movement in the water. If we saw a small fish, I would first trace it accurately, and then a dive plunged into the water. If we couldn't catch it, come again! If it goes back and forth. Sometimes the small fish has been caught, because the fish is too slippery, like jelly, whoosh, and let the fish run away. When it was time to go home, we didn't catch any fish. Because we stayed in the water for too long, our feet and hands were wrinkled. Because we always plunged into the water, our clothes were soaked. So as soon as we got home, our mother gave us a lecture and immediately put on clean clothes. My brother and I, you look at me, I look at you, all laughing speechless!

Time flies, and time is like running water. In a flash, the golden childhood is like a dream and gone.

it's so memorable and unforgettable! Childhood anecdote narrative composition 6

Childhood is colorful, just like beautiful seashells by the sea; Childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, it reminds me of an interesting thing.

I remember when I was a child, there was a small tree planted in my yard with me when I was born. I often took a knife and carved a mark on the trunk to measure my height every day. Looking at the horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller quickly. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my god Did I grow backwards? I was so scared that I quickly ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends getting taller and why am I getting shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped off the chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I used a knife to carve my height on the tree every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I pointed out the two horizontal lines in the tree as I spoke. After listening to my words, my mother looked at the tree again. After two minutes' silence, she burst out laughing inexplicably. She couldn't help laughing until tears came out. She patted my head and looked at her stupidly and said, "Fool, it's not that you are short, it's that the tree is tall. Don't do such stupid things in the future." It suddenly dawned on me that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I happily went to play with the chicken. I really don't know what stupid things I would do to the chicken ...

Haha, my childhood was interesting! My childhood was like this, and there were a lot of stupid things and interesting things. It's like braiding my father's hair ... It's just so many interesting things and stupid things that make up that colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not so stupid. I believe that childhood fun will definitely become the most beautiful memory in my life. Childhood anecdote narrative composition 7

Childhood is a painting, in which we have a happy life; Childhood is a song, which contains our freedom and happiness; Childhood is a dream, which contains our imagination and longing.

There are many interesting things in my childhood, but I like playing with mud best.

when I play with mud, I like rubbing some round balls best. But the mud just didn't listen to me and was pinched into a flying saucer. Once, my sister and I played with mud. We wanted to knead a set of furniture for toy figures, but when we were about to knead it into one, we would always accidentally knead it once or twice and start over. It's really not easy to knead mud. In this way, my sister and I struggled with mud all afternoon, but we didn't even make a piece of furniture.

when I wanted to give up, my sister had another good idea. Sister said, "Sister, the big pit we dug is useless. Why don't we use this pit to make pot soup?" I thought: Yes, it's empty anyway. In this way, we have changed from a mud hand to a chef. My sister and I first took some water and poured it into the pot, then found some weeds and petals, and shredded them together and put them into the pot. I was about to start mixing when my sister suddenly said to me, "Sister, there is still some seasoning missing." Then, my sister found some pebbles and put them in the pot. Finally, we took another chopstick and stirred it in the pot like my mother. At that moment, I really felt like a chef.

Although my mother scolded me for my dirty clothes afterwards, it was deeply imprinted in my heart and became my best, innocent and unforgettable childhood memory. Childhood anecdote narrative composition 8

Childhood is like a condiment, full of sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, which is really mixed!

Childhood is sour

When I was in kindergarten, I was thirsty, so I picked up a cup and filled it with water. Hey! " I drank it slowly, and my mouth felt numb after drinking it. I thought I had drunk bad water, but who knows, it was actually a glass of lemonade, or a glass of lemonade that I drank completely.

Childhood is sweet

This day is the day of exams, and I take exams seriously. After writing, I checked it again and again and corrected three mistakes. I thought to myself, "I must get high marks this time." In the afternoon, I handed out the test paper. The teacher read the students with 1 points first and finished the first three.