An original composition about childlike innocence needs 600 words, and the reward for writing well will be high.

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. There are many interesting things in childhood, but one thing will never be washed away in my mind-planting snow.

It was a snowy day, and I looked out the window at the silvery white world, filled with joy. Avoid mom, hide in a corner, "grab" those beautiful white snow girls. In a short time, I have caught many snow girls in my hands. They have different shapes, one looks like the other. I can't tell you how happy I am. But after a while, they all turned into water and disappeared. I am sad.

Just when I was sad alone, my good friend Feifei came to see me. She saw my sad face and asked me why I was worried. I told her the whole story. She and I thought of a way together. "By the way, by the way, the farmer's uncle planted food in the field and will plant more food next year. Why don't we plant snow in the ground and wait until next spring, won't the snow grow again? " Feifei's idea suddenly reminded me.

At first, I went home and got a small shovel and a plastic bag. Feifei also went home and secretly took her sister's red rope. A fist-sized hole was dug in the southwest corner of my house, and the plastic bag mouth was opened. Each of us put a handful of snow in it. I also said a word to Xue in my mind: I hope you will grow up soon. Then he shut up and buried it in a small pit.

We were very happy when the seeds of snow were planted. We are looking forward to seeing those lovely snow girls again.

One night when I was less than three years old, I naively asked my mother, "What is this? Mom. " I pointed to the shadow on the ground. My mother smiled and said to me, "This is your shadow!" " "I scratched his head and nodded puzzled.

Out of curiosity, I began to pay attention to my own shadow. I found my shadow short, tall and short. So, I was so scared that I cried and said to my mother, "Mom! Shadows move! He often follows me! " Mother said to me gently, "silly child, because the shadow is yours!" " So the shadow will follow you. "

The next day, I gathered my friends together and said, "Shall we have a' shadow-stepping contest'?" Friends clap their hands and applaud, but they don't know how to play. I proudly said, "The game is very simple. See who steps on each other's shadow more times, even if you win. " It's all a joke. We kick you and I step on it. Suddenly, the sun was covered by a large cloud and it became dark. I screamed, "Ah! Our shadow is gone! " Friends also cried: "Yes! Yes! What shall we do? What shall I do? " I cried and found my mother: "mom, mom, the shadow is gone!" " "Mother said kindly," because the light is blocked, the shadow can't come out. When there is light, shadows will naturally appear. "Sure enough, after a while, the shadow appeared again! I clapped my hands and shouted, "Good! Yeah! The shadow appeared again! "

Thinking of this, I can't help laughing at my innocence as a child. Yes! Childhood is colorful and carefree. Although childhood has passed, it is still worth our nostalgia.

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 wiped it around, but there were no bubbles, and my hands were sticky. 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.