Memories of childhood composition

In real life or work and study, everyone will often come into contact with composition, through which we can gather our scattered thoughts together. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my collection of essays on childhood memories, which are for reference only and I hope to help you.

Childhood Memories Composition 1 The muddy path turned into a wide and flat Youbai road, and the adobe house turned into a high-rise building. The little girl who can only run and jump has matured and lost her most lively appearance. Everything is growing, a little bit away from the original appearance. Memories of mountain villages, stone houses, simple farmers, clear rivers, lush trees and towering peaks; The sun rises in the morning, the sun rises, the sun sets ... everything is different. When I was a child, I spent some time in a mountain village and made many inseparable friends. Without toys, we chased and laughed, picked fruits up the mountain, made clay figurines by the water, and played house, which became my childhood fun. Just after dinner, I sat on the stone bridge, listening to adults telling stories and telling folk customs ... I often fell asleep, and my grandmother would take me home and gently shake the cattail leaf fan, so this became my "lullaby" when I was a child. In the morning, I was awakened from my sleep by frequent bird calls and chicken calls. The mountain village is foggy in the morning, and the opposite mountain is like a fairyland, like a fairy visiting. I left my feathers in the arms of the mountain in a hurry, so the mountain village in the early morning unconsciously became a beautiful picture. Sometimes, my uncle will take me to catch butterflies, and I will chase them all the way, but the little butterfly doesn't seem to want to make friends with me, leaving some "meeting gifts" in my eyes and leaving in a hurry, so a group of people will surround me and wipe away the remains left by it for me. Adults told me that there were wolves in the mountains and I was not allowed to go. However, I was naughty and naive, but I wanted to learn from wolves. I went secretly several times, but I didn't find the wolf. Instead, I was beaten by adults, so I was hunted down and "educated" again and again. When there are no snacks, my friends and I will pick wild fruits. Sometimes, we will ask adults for a few cents on a whim. Just to buy a bag of instant noodles on the mountain road where we ran far away, so it became a snack when I was a child. The night in the mountain village is quiet and peaceful. Sometimes I will sit on the stone bench outside the yard with adults and look up at the twinkling stars in the sky, so there is a scene where adults tell me the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

These bits and pieces exist in the depths of my mind. Although the little girl as a child has grown up, these memories are deeply rooted in her heart.

Even the best memories are empty after all. From now on, I will return to reality and stop thinking about those false things. I will strive to pursue the kind of life I want, add a pair of wings to myself now and leave better memories for myself in the future.

Recalling my mother's childhood, she told me that she was a cheerful person when she was a child and always liked to play with boys when she played. She has an uncle ten years older than her. Her mother plays outside with him all day. She is good at all the games that boys play. Maybe that's why those boys call her a tomboy.

Early in the morning, when I got up early, my mother quietly ran to my uncle's house, because she knew that my uncle was afraid of tickling, so she grabbed this handle and definitely wanted to Doby him. Sure enough, she quietly entered her uncle's room. Snoring can make people deaf. My mother unconsciously put her hand into my uncle's neck and began to tickle him until my uncle begged for mercy. After scratching, it's time to go to school, but the desire to play has not passed. I ran to the field, stole the corn from my neighbor's house, and then tumbled to school. The schoolbag was rattled halfway, and when I took out the book at school, it was already wrinkled.

Let's talk about school life. My mother didn't have so many subjects when she was a child, so she didn't feel tired. But in class, the teacher is very fierce. It's like Harry Potter's round-rimmed glasses always slide to the tip of her nose, reflecting her majestic eyes from them. Although the lens is so thick, the impact seems to shatter the glass and pierce our hearts! After class, we are much happier. Now whenever class is over, we can only walk around in the narrow corridor bored, and we have no freedom at all. To make matters worse, sometimes teachers will drag on for a few minutes after class because some disobedient students make trouble. In our eyes, there are only those strange numbers and a dazzling "sea of words". At that time, we couldn't find that childhood smiling face and happy laughter for a long time. When my mother was a child, she could run out of the big campus between classes, play anywhere, and swing with lovely bamboo shoots to speed up running. You can play with the sun with a warmth; You can also sing a song with the long wind and let it whirl in the bamboo forest. Listening to my mother talk about this kind of life, I envy my mother and feel sorry for my lost happiness.

In the evening, everyone sat on a small bench to watch the shadow play, listening to her mother say: She likes Song Wu to fight tigers best, so Song Wu is really uncomfortable. This tiger is so fierce that Song Wu can risk his life to fight it with only a long stick. Song Wu was almost eaten by the big tiger's maw several times. At that time, the expressions of those people were all scared stiff, but when they saw that Song Wu was safe and sound, everyone's hanging hearts finally breathed a sigh of relief. Song Wu's efforts are really not built. After fighting with the tiger for so many rounds, I fell into danger again and again, escaped nimbly again and again, and finally turned the tables. When he saw this scene, everyone could not help clapping again and again.

After watching the shadow play, the child fled into the house like a mouse and put away the bench, but when he wanted to sneak out of the house, his old lady had blocked the way and dragged him to the theater to see the play. The honest man followed the whole play, and then he felt how stupid he was. Be smart, ask yourself to go to the toilet, and then take the opportunity to run out of the theater, meet with small gangs, play hide-and-seek and so on ...

The grand theater always ends in the middle of the night. When I get home, I get on the rickshaw and fall asleep. ...

How wonderful my mother's childhood is, shining on my longing heart, I hope all adults can put happiness back in our hearts!

Childhood Memories Composition 3 has experienced too many farewells since childhood. But the impression is profound and unforgettable, just three or five times. Don't worry about these things. Looking back now, they are not only sad and low, but also sad. Therefore, the pain of leaving relatives is like a foreign body deposited on the chest, blocking the flustered, blocking the flustered.

I think of 1965 that winter, my third brother was drafted into the army. Commune cadres went home to persuade their father to let his father and mother support the third brother's willingness to join the army. When the family was short of labor, the second brother worked outside. The four of us are young, and my brother is only two or three years old. Therefore, in order to make a living, the third brother became his father's only helper.

My parents came from the old society and went through many seesaw battles, big and small. Parents, they witnessed the big and small battles of the national army and the deaths of people. During the war of liberation, before the battle of Yongfeng, my family used to live in a field, two columns, and a platoon of more than 30 people. After the battle of Yongfeng, only three people went home to rest. Since then, parents have had a special view of the military profession.

When the third brother joined the army, life at home was particularly difficult. In those days, a cadre named Zhang Zhide in the commune has been working for his parents. In the evening, a family of six people sat on the kang in the building, and their mother fell in the corner and kept sobbing. That kind of sadness and pain is still clearly remembered today.

Father sat in the middle of the kang by the window, looking depressed, just crying and smoking. The fourth brother cried, and so did the fifth brother. At that time, I was still ignorant and didn't save trouble. I just saw my parents and brothers crying, and then I sobbed. I really don't know why you are crying.

My younger brother is still young. He watched his mother cry badly and wanted to help her wipe her tears. Mother ignored her younger brother and worried about Chu, so she threw her younger brother aside. My brother was wronged and cried loudly. At this time, the mother held her brother in her arms again and cried louder and louder. Mother cried loudly, and so did we.

At that time, the whole family, crying into a ball, really seemed to be life and death. Brother cried, and they knew why. My brother and I cried, because we were infected when we saw our parents crying. Father couldn't stay any longer, so he got up and got off the kang to find no one to cry.

On the day I left, my father made a fire in the newly-built mansion, added firewood to the stove and cried secretly. Zhang, a cadre of the commune, came and sat on the edge of the kang, staring blankly, talking to his father constantly. Said his joining the army was good for the future of third brother. As for the difficulties at home, the commune brigade will try its best to alleviate them.

This cadre surnamed Zhang is tireless and well-intentioned. Father was speechless, only tears rolled down his cheeks. To tell the truth, this is the first time I have seen my father cry. That way, I will often recall it in the future.

I vaguely remember being naive as a child, always wondering what this is and what it is, but I forgot it for a while, and grew up carefree almost every day …

I sometimes fantasize about what I want to be when I grow up, such as being a teacher, a policeman, a star and so on. Very innocent and lovely. At that time, I didn't have any doubts and calculations about others at all, but simply shared what I heard, interesting things and fun things with each other.

And my friends rely on each other's laughter to imagine where they will go when they grow up. It's naive. This is a smile that is not polluted by anything. Sweet laughter infected me. Every time I go home, I will always see several children laughing, falling down, clapping their hands and smiling, and continuing to walk with friends. Perhaps I felt the concern of my friends, and his ears turned red quietly ... Every time I saw this photo, I couldn't help falling into it, and it was buried in my deepest memory. I remember going to school hand in hand with my friends when I was a child, and I was satisfied when I made a mistake. Finally, when they secretly spoke ill of the teacher together, they were all caught by the teacher. They stared at each other sharply, their eyes shining.' It seems that they are accusing each other of being too forgetful and unable to speak, and they didn't even remind me when the teacher came!' This is a great loss to a friend! But this bad friend was worried that the other party would be scolded in the end and took the initiative to take the responsibility to himself. After being taught a lesson, he was totally embarassed and looked at each other and suddenly laughed at the same time. ...

Time flies, and he won't stop breathing for anyone. Six years passed in such a trance. In a blink of an eye, we have changed from an ignorant child who just arrived at school to a middle school student of 1 1-2 years old, bid farewell to the teachers who tolerated our mistakes in childhood, and took a lot of photos with friends who accompanied us from innocence to darkness. I don't want to forget or leave, but I still stay here. Although it is not big, it is my alma mater, which has carried me for six years.

But gradually, I suddenly found that the innocence of our childhood has disappeared forever. This place is no longer that naive paradise. It is full of mystery and danger, emitting a soft and sharp breath, which makes me deeply involved!

I want to go back to the happy place when I was a child, where I can take a quiet nap under the big tree after class, and many people care and worry when I am injured. Finally, I said to them with a painful smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine." Then I went to the medical department to dress the wound. I cried in pain, but I was strong and didn't make any noise. Sometimes tears just want to flow down, so I will look up at the sky and maybe tears will come back to my eyes. ...

Childhood memories are beautiful, sad, painful, painful and bitter, but they are all my precious memories. I don't want to be polluted by anything, it will always be with me. ...

Childhood Memories Composition 5 For me who grew up by the lake, water is my life. In my memory, when I first came into contact with her, I fell in love with her deeply. I fell in love with her purity, sweetness and freedom ... She always attracted our eyes to her side, always let us roam freely, and always washed away the dust of our body and mind. ...

The appointed day has finally come again. My friends and I came to the lake as promised and started another day of sightseeing. On the shore, we began to have a picnic, sat on the floor and showed off today's spoils; On the water, we started playing, racing and fishing, and began to show the skills that water gave us; In the water, we began to swim freely and fulfill our agreement with the fish ... At sunset, Sister Sunset opened her arms, shone and caressed us. All the little fish who love to join in the fun also show their dense heads and are being moved by her! Listen, I don't know who has caught another small fish and is laughing happily! Look, I don't know who stole one of my partner's small fish and found fault with my partner! Look, I don't know whose adult it is. They are looking for children by the lake again and went home with trophies! This is our life, and this life is given to us by this clear lake.

But what about now?

When I went home that time and saw her change, I was very sad, sad and annoyed ... The clear lake in the past has become ugly today; The sweet lake of the past has now become inaccessible; The once exultant and dense school of fish has become messy, as if it had just experienced a massacre ... Looking around, the lake was as vibrant as a lively and uplifting teenager yesterday, but today it is as decadent, lazy and gloomy as a wandering old man who has experienced vicissitudes.

That lake. I cry for you, I feel guilty, I feel sorry for you. I apologize to you on behalf of my hometown and the cruelty of mankind. I want to find you, I want to find the memory you gave me.

Experts often say that the global temperature is rising year by year, the sea level is rising year by year, and the polar bears are also decreasing year by year ... When we hear the news that polar bears are starved to death because they have no food for a long time, are we deeply blaming ourselves? When we heard the news that "the degree of air pollution in Beijing, Tianjin and other places is deepening day by day", did we start to reflect? Do we regret it when we see one by one getting seriously ill or even dying because of environmental deterioration? Faced with these thorny problems, we should not complain about the cruelty of the earth again and again, nor should we avoid the call of nature again and again, let alone think that things are none of our business. ...

Darwin put it well: "Only by obeying nature can we overcome nature." Shouldn't we adapt to nature from now on? Can we stop talking on paper? Shouldn't it be put into action? Environmental protection is the responsibility of all of us. In fact, environmental protection is not very difficult. The difficulty lies in our laziness, selfishness and indifference.

Go find it, find your childhood memories! Let's relive the beauty!

I was born in1April 27th, 955. At that time, my parents were still soldiers in the army, which was stationed in Liu Duo, Sheyang County, Jiangsu Province. It is located on the coast of the Yellow Sea, with endless beaches to the east. Reed grows on the beach, and the wind blows the reed like a wave, whistling. Five months later, the army collectively changed jobs, with 20,000 officers and men in the whole division, disarmed and returned to the fields to reclaim land, and established a state-owned Huaihai Farm here. His father was the farm director of the West Patrol Branch.

Huaihai Farm is the place I yearned for when I was a child. My placenta was buried under a pomegranate tree in front of my house, where I spent the first three years of my life. There are thousands of hectares of fertile land, rivers and trees dotted among them; There are flocks of wild ducks, including egrets, storks, cranes, and endless fish, shrimps, crabs and turtles. ...

When my father had a son at the age of 37, he naturally loved me. When I was born for three months, it was summer and the heat was unbearable. My father put cold water in the bathtub and soaked me in it. The water by the sea is particularly cold. I have been in poor health for decades, and I often wonder if it is related. I am stubborn. I have to get what I want. It is often that my sister and I each have a box of biscuits, and my sister will "croak" incessantly. I don't talk, I just eat, but my eyes are fixed on my sister's cookies. When the last biscuit was delivered to my mouth, my hand immediately reached out to my sister's biscuit. If my sister doesn't give it, I'll make a scene. Once I went to my uncle's house to play-my uncle used to be my father's bodyguard, who was a soldier from Haimen in 1950/KLOC-0, and was also a farm worker at that time. My uncle brought me some food, but it wasn't enough after eating it. My uncle had a son, two years younger than me, and everything was left to his son. My uncle said no, so I made a scene and rolled from home to a small river at the door, scaring my uncle to take out all the delicious food at home.

1958, my parents transferred from Huaihai Farm to Yancheng. At that time, the founding of New China was only ten years ago, and the country was still very poor, and the people's living standards were very low. A worker in a town earns more than 30 yuan a month to support his family. During the three-year natural disaster period, materials became more scarce and prices rose. A load of carrots for sale 18 yuan. My parents plan to supply three or two pieces of pork every month, and there is a long queue every time they buy meat. I've never heard of anyone starving in the city. An old man in my mother's hometown is starving to death. He asked him what else he wanted to talk about. He said he wanted to drink porridge, a big bucket of porridge. I remember in front of a restaurant next to the East Pier of Deng Ying Bridge, people often fished out things from sewage tanks and stuffed them into their mouths. Once, my sister and I went to buy cakes, and there were too many people to squeeze in. An adult came up and said, "I'll buy it for you." After taking the money and food stamps, my sister shouted at the man's back, "I still need 70 cents." The man took the money and food stamps and disappeared into the crowd. When I was in the first grade of primary school, there was a boy in my class. Every day after school, he goes to pick up junk and change things to eat. In summer, grasshoppers eat whatever they catch. Once I gave him a piece of fruit candy. He put it in an empty matchbox, took it out, licked it and put it in, and ate it for many days. He also assigned some classmates to bring him food. A classmate who lives in the oil rice mill brought him bean cakes, and I brought him "fluffy cakes"-a kind of food made of wheat bran and a little flour. What remains in my memory now is a taste similar to omelet. In fact, it is a kind of food that is difficult to swallow, but even that kind of food is difficult for people to eat. One day I didn't go to school, and that classmate brought someone to my house. /kloc-one day at the end of 0/960, I fell asleep after eight o'clock in the evening. A man from my father's unit woke me up and took me to my father's unit, where people were eating. I remember eating sausages and mussels that night, which were rare at that time. After nearly half a century, I am still deeply impressed.

1962 On the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, my family moved from the west to the south, and I also transferred from Chengxi Primary School to Chengnan Primary School. I am in grade two or three in Chengnan Primary School. The principal of Chengnan Primary School is a woman named Gu Zongmeng, a Shanghainese. The dean is also a woman, surnamed Dou, from southern Jiangsu; They are all well-read people, and the authority of our education lies there. At first, my head teacher was a female teacher named Yue. Although she often teaches people with a straight face, she doesn't punish students. Soon Miss Yue gave birth to a child. She was followed by a female teacher named Ma. This teacher Ma is very good. He always pinches the students' arms. When he is particularly angry, he pulls his hair and kicks his legs. So I miss Miss Yue very much and often say to my classmates, "When will Miss Yue come back?" But until I left Chengnan Primary School, Miss Yue didn't come back to our class. One afternoon after school, two students in our class were fighting in an alley next to the school. A female teacher came over. The female teacher was also pregnant and asked, "What class are you in?" Reach out and grab a classmate who is fighting. I said beside me, "They are all in Class X", and the teacher let go of my hand and grabbed me, saying, "They are obviously in Class XX, and I know them all, but you said they are in Class XX." Drag me to the school office. My other hand is holding a tree. She pulled hard, and when she couldn't pull, she pulled with both hands, like a tug of war. During the stalemate, I suddenly relaxed to her side, and she lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground, pale as paper, with beads of sweat dripping down and leaning against the wall of the alley, panting; I ran away quickly. The next day, I was afraid to go to school. My classmates told me that the teacher lost blood all over the floor and was sent to the hospital to give birth to a girl. In the afternoon, I crustily skin of head went to school. Teacher Ma pinched my arms, and my neck and face were black and blue. The more she pinches them, the angrier she gets. She grabbed my hair and kicked my leg. Afterwards, she kicked me out of school. I'm afraid to tell my family. I have been wandering for many days. Later, my parents found out and took me to school to apologize. I did a lot of inspections over and over again, and I was pulled, pinched, kicked and beaten by Teacher Ma from time to time before I passed the inspection.

For decades, I have often seen Mr. Yue and Mr. Ma, who are now in their seventies and eighties and have long forgotten me as a naughty student. Teacher Yue later became my son's primary school teacher. Teacher Ma has a daughter who is almost 50 years old and works in a big yard with me. I have no impression of the female teacher who fell to the ground.

Childhood Memories Composition 7 Winter is warm for me, because winter is full of my naive, beautiful and carefree childhood memories.

When I was in kindergarten, our family lived in the family courtyard of the school, and most of our neighbors were teachers. Whoever cooks well will give some to his neighbors to taste and share their happiness. After dinner, some of our friends ran out to find winter together. Sure enough, the second day was covered with a thick layer of snow, quite like a big quilt lying flat on the ground. Suddenly we jumped and jumped happily, leaving a string of naughty little footprints in the snow. Several of our friends discussed it together and cooked a big meal. Dig out a ball from our compacted snow with an abandoned spoon, put it in an abandoned bowl, sprinkle some moss and make a simple dish. After having fun, we will go home to find our mother.

When I got home, I smelled the smell of roasted ginkgo and roasted sweet potato from a distance. As soon as Ginkgo biloba is peeled off, the green pulp is exposed, revealing its unique fragrance. With delicious baked sweet potatoes, he is really an insatiable person. After eating these, I also became a Xiaohua Mall with a gray face.

A few days before the Spring Festival, our family came to grandpa's house early with a room full of things. Grandpa also prepared my favorite snacks and fun firecrackers. Dad and Grandpa are going to pack the materials for jiaozi and Tangyuan, and my mom and grandma are in charge. Bao jiaozi's skill is to put the stuffing in the middle of the dough, no more or less, and then press it with both hands where there is no stuffing. The hand shape is as hard as New Year's greetings. Tangyuan pays attention to sweet stuffing and beautiful appearance. Of course, grandpa used my favorite brown sugar stuffing. Jiaozi can't roll it, but put it in his hand, slowly cover the stuffing with glutinous rice flour until it is out of sight, and knead the remaining seams with his fingers. Then boil it in boiling water until it floats on the water, and you can cook it out. Grandpa often divides jiaozi into two parts, one for cooking and the other for frying. Take out the fried dumplings with wooden chopsticks, take a bite, and the golden juice overflows, which suddenly increases the appetite.

On New Year's Eve, every household will set off fireworks and firecrackers, which are as colorful as flowers in the sky from a distance. It's getting dark, so our family quickly watches the Spring Festival Gala. My father said, "When I was young, I always stayed up late on New Year's Eve and didn't go to bed until after twelve o'clock. There are fewer and fewer people who keep their age. " Accompanied by firecrackers, I entered a sweet dream.

The firecrackers woke me up. It's already the morning of Chinese New Year, and my father is setting off firecrackers. Today is a big day. I carefully put on the new clothes my mother bought for me and went outside to pay New Year greetings to my grandparents and parents. Because I was too young, my New Year's greeting posture caused the whole family to laugh. After receiving the lucky money, I went out to play with some friends to find my own happiness.

It's getting dark and it's snowing harder and harder. What a lucky year!

Childhood Memories Composition 8 Childhood, I shed the laughter and laughter of my hometown there, where there were a group of partners of similar age who played, frolicked and made trouble together; Years in that river, I vaguely saw sparkling fireflies, small crabs I caught, and small tadpoles looking for my mother in droves; Do you remember my face then? They left and took my childhood away.

My former friend! Do you still remember me Remember my good friend? I still remember when I was a child, one thing meant a lot to me. Remember your concern for me.

It was the third grade, and our class was having a microcomputer class. After finishing the computer class, I was hit by two junior high school students when I went out and sprained my foot. It was Zhang Yousheng and Min Zhenkuan who helped me up and dragged me to the classroom before letting go. They still held me when I was eating. When my feet were good enough to run, you didn't want me to be forced, but I went anyway. When running, you deliberately slow down. Did you forget this? Don't! I don't think you forgot this one!

I'll never find everything about my childhood. Can only be immersed in the depths of memory in a daze. I remember someone saying that childhood is a ginkgo, which is worth chewing for a lifetime.

Childhood Memories Composition 9 The deep night sky made me confused, just like a ship lost its way in the dense fog, looking up at the sky with no end in sight, but eager to know, so I looked at the night sky in a daze, and my thoughts crossed the night sky and returned to my childhood.

Childhood is always happy, to borrow the words of the Chinese teacher is the age of silly eating mutton skewers. Childhood is always short, and it slips through our fingers inadvertently.

I still remember that at that time, I stupidly counted the cars outside the window, waiting for my mother to get off work; I still remember that I was always the fastest and timid when I set off fireworks in the New Year. I still remember my parents praising me when I cooked for the first time; I still remember that when I was at home, I huddled in the quilt at night to wipe my nose. Remember the scar left by naughty on your knee? ...

Too many memories, too many regrets. Memories of my childhood poured out like a flood. I recovered from the ocean of memories and looked at the twinkling stars, such as fireflies, such as car heads, such as lanterns, such as countless stories during my time there.

Memories of childhood composition 10 I had nothing to do a few days ago. I tidied up the boxes in the corner and dug up some things from my childhood, including a handy diary, graffiti that I have nothing to do on weekdays and a stack of children's paintings painted at Teacher Lin's house. Now, I suddenly feel a little ridiculous.

When I was a child, I remembered that I dictated all my diaries and my mother helped me record them. So, as soon as I opened my diary, I saw my mother's delicate words. I didn't want to keep a diary when I was in kindergarten, hehe, playful. Every time I say three and a half sentences, my mother catches me and continues to write. Most of the content is miscellaneous things that happened, such as buying "sheep corner ball", grandpa's birthday, grandma's birthday and so on. There is nothing to write about, just take "it's very kind of dad" and "it's very kind of mom" to deal with it. If I can't, I can only use my imagination and write some small poems and fairy tales (it's really ugly now, and I used to be quite satisfied). I have basically forgotten what the diary said, but I deeply remember a short story I created. What's it called? Funny Monkey King (the title is really not so good). The content is roughly that an English monkey king arrived in China, saw that China's snacks were good, but he didn't like the kind of peaches, and returned to England. He wants to buy a plane ticket. He saw the Monkey King in China, pretended to be his friend on the plane, was seen by China and the Monkey King, and kicked him down. When he came home, all the shops in the world were closed. Finally, I added a naive "Do you think my story is funny?" Although I thought it was funny, maybe I had a solid composition foundation at that time and "ran" a little earlier than others.

My graffiti is more embarrassing than my diary. Those paintings, my God, I don't know what I'm drawing unless I look at them carefully-the sky is not like the sky, the earth is not like the ground, people are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts, but at that time I was still interested in painting, and I spent a few pieces every day, although it was messy. The only thing I can see clearly in my painting is my mother's "comments". Every time I draw a picture, my mother gives me an evaluation-draw some apples, flowers and the like on it, and write me the time and the name of the painting with beautiful official script. My painting doesn't match my mother's handwriting. Just a place and a day.

Although my graffiti is ugly, the children's paintings I drew at Teacher Lin's house are still quite good. A long time ago, I learned color matching and dressed up the picture beautifully. When I first learned this technique, I used every painting (including some places that I shouldn't use), and the whole painting was a mess. Later, I forgot the color scheme. The most interesting picture I remember is a goose in an apron. After painting at that time, no one could see what it was. Mom said it was four unlike, and dad said it was a duck. As a result, I'm a little confused myself now.

What happened before was really funny. Fortunately, I turned it out, otherwise I wouldn't remember so many interesting things. ...