One of his discoveries as a child was to write a 300-word composition.

Childhood is beautiful, it is like a cup of lemon juice with sugar, sweet and sour, with endless aftertaste. Childhood memories are beautiful, just like a colorful picture scroll, which attracts many interesting things to my mind and often flashes one after another. Every time I think of two small clips, I can't help but smile deeply.

In childhood, imitation is a child's nature, and of course I am no exception. When I was more than three years old, I often saw my father holding a book or a newspaper when he went to the toilet. I don't understand the mystery, but it's better to imitate it. Every time I go to the toilet, I pretend to take the newspaper in and take it out again. Dad was surprised when he found this move, because at that time, I didn't know a few words. He secretly opened the door when I went to the toilet, and then he burst out laughing, laughing until tears came out. Because he saw me sitting on the toilet honestly without reading the newspaper, he put the newspaper by the wall. It turns out that this is my "imitation show" after observing my father.

As the saying goes, "in one day, people have three puzzles." At ordinary times, my little brain also has "power off" times. I remember one morning, I got up a little late. My mother urged me to get dressed, eat and go to school, and let me put on a sweater. As time is pressing, I am taking the time to get dressed and tidy up. But I can't find my sweater. I'm as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. I quickly asked my mother for help and asked her to help me find a sweater. When my mother came over, she pretended to be very angry, patted my little ass with her hand and said, "What's wrong with you? Don't grow a little brain. See what you have. " As soon as I bowed my head, my face turned red to my ears. It turns out that the sweater was already on me when I was flustered, and I was still "riding a donkey to find a donkey"

Childhood is full of sunshine, which makes me enjoy the best care in the world; Childhood is colorful, which makes my memories colorful; My childhood was rich and interesting, which gave me endless happiness.

Chapter 2: 600 words of interesting childhood stories-interesting and active childhood stories.

Every time I caress my right hand, many childhood "interesting things" come to my mind, and my thoughts have drifted away unconsciously. ...

I was naughty and careless when I was a child. I always like challenges and excitement. I just turned eight months old, and I have a tendency to climb rocks-I like to climb the top of the sofa. After my efforts, I climbed to the top of the sofa with perfect speed. Once when mom and dad weren't looking, I climbed to the top of the sofa like an arrow. Climbing the "peak", I feel very unhappy, my chin is slightly raised, and there are a pair of shallow dimples on both sides of the crescent moon's mouth, as if demonstrating! Inadvertently, my foot slipped and two beautiful flowers opened on my ass. ...

When I grow up, I am still so naughty. I always make jokes because of naughty from time to time, and I am always "scarred" and black and blue.

Instead of climbing the "peak", I went to play trampoline. There is a mattress in front of the TV at home. I like to jump on this mattress when I watch cartoons. My parents always talk to each other, but I always turn a deaf ear.

When I was in a large kindergarten class, the frequency of trampoline was relatively high. One night, my parents accompanied me to watch cartoons, and I jumped on the bed again. A pair of bright eyes closely followed the animation, and my facial expression changed and danced with the protagonist's experience. I stare at the picture and jump, and I often make some strange noises in my mouth. Suddenly, there are flowers under my feet, "ouch!" " A scream, it turned out that my foot slipped and stepped empty, and the whole person fell heavily on the bed and could not move. My mother quickly picked me up and rushed to the orthopedic hospital with my father. After examination, the ligament of the right hand was strained. Fortunately, there was no fracture, but it was temporarily immobile.

After more than twenty days of nursed back to health, my hand fully recovered. With this lesson, I gradually converged, and I was more complacent when watching cartoons. Everyone's childhood will be ignorant of the world, and sometimes being naughty is the only way. Only when he has experienced it will he know right and wrong. This so-called "don't listen to the old man, there must be a way ahead."

Chapter 3: Interesting stories of my childhood.

Childhood is like a palette, which keeps turning and turning, bringing out my colorful memories: childhood is like a Rubik's cube, turning and turning gently, turning out my joys and sorrows.

I still remember that year, my father came back from a business trip and brought me a beautiful clay doll. This little clay doll has chocolate skin. A little sky blue coat, a little pink skirt and emerald shoes, not to mention how chic. A pair of big eyes are embedded in a delicate face, as if there are many beautiful stories to tell you. Under the upturned nose is a cherry-like mouth. Under the sunshine, the clay doll's hair also shines with the golden light of happiness.

As long as I think of this lovely clay doll baby, I am happy from ear to ear.

As the days passed, the clay doll was a little dirty. What should I do? While worrying, I said to myself, "clothes can be washed when they are dirty, and shoes can be washed when they are dirty ... alas, it seems that I have to bathe the clay doll today!" No, who made me like her so much? "

Doing this, humming a ditty, I prepared all the tools for bathing the clay doll according to my mother's method of washing clothes. I washed and washed, carefully. Oh, my God, what's going on? Why is it getting dirty? I'm confused. I brush harder than before.

As you can imagine, after that, I will never see my inseparable friend the clay doll again. I am so sad that my eyes are swollen like walnuts. Slowly, I grew up and understood the truth.

However, until now, I still feel stupid and cute. Dear friends, do you call me stupid?