A composition introducing interesting childhood stories

Memories are beautiful. It reminds me of many interesting things in my childhood. Every time I look at my tongue, I think of a very funny past.

I had a sore throat that day, so I asked my mother to take a look at it for me. When my mother saw it, it turned out that my tonsils were inflamed. She said, "Baby, you dropped your small tongue (this is a dialect, which actually means tonsillitis). It's okay. It should be fine in a few days. " Say that finish, he turned and went into the house. I listened to my mother, so scared! What should I do? I made a mistake. Ho ho. ...

Sobbing for a while, I felt tired, so I stamped my foot and gritted my teeth and said, "I must get my tongue back!" " "But where can I find it? This confuses me again. I thought hard for a long time and decided to look for flowers at night first. " Looking for my tongue, I want my small tongue ... "I hummed, rummaging through the flowers at night, looking above the leaves and below them. I searched almost every leaf, but I still couldn't find it. Then look in the stamens. I turned every flower upside down, even the ones that haven't opened yet. Yes, it suddenly occurred to me that my tongue should not fall to the ground and be dragged into Nepal by ants, right? When I got here, I didn't care whether it was dirty or not. I immediately dug up the mud by hand. Digging and digging, although I am exhausted, I still can't find my precious tongue.

I decided to look elsewhere. Then I went to the Woods, fields and small shops, but I was disappointed every time. Seeing that it was getting dark, my nose was sour and my tears rolled down at once. My mother heard it. When she knew what had happened, she didn't say a word for a long time. ...

I think, although there were jokes at that time, they were all collected in the treasure chest of memory and treasured forever.

Childhood is the happiest time in my life. Childhood is like a colorful box, which contains many shining and interesting memories. There is an interesting childhood story in my long memory that I can't forget for a long time.

When I was in the middle class of kindergarten, the kindergarten held a golden autumn parent-child sports meeting. This is the first sports meeting in my life. I'm glad to join.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the weather is clear and there are no clouds in Wan Li. On the playground of children's dream kindergarten, balloons and flags fluttered in the wind. I'm wearing a tracksuit with an athlete's number tag. After attending the brief opening ceremony, the competition began.

The game in our Class Two competition is "Picking Apples". We are a group of three children, and three desks form a long "underground passage" indoors. There are 65,438+00 "apples" of various colors made of plastic in each tunnel. Children participating in the competition should climb the "underground tunnel" after picking up 10, and the fastest is the gold medal. I'm about to start the first round of the game. I stood in front of the second "underground passage", waiting for the password of the game energetically, just like a battle-hardened athlete. Mom and dad looked at me so seriously that they couldn't help laughing. When the referee's whistle sounded, I got up and picked up five or six apples as quickly as possible. Put them on the delicate hands one by one. I accidentally slipped on the road and made my parents laugh like a little turtle. But I held back the pain, continued to climb, picked up the remaining apples, won the gold medal, won a set of watercolor pens, and won the applause of my parents and a thumbs-up sign.

Childhood is colorful, lively and interesting, so we must cherish the good times of childhood.

Introduction to childhood interesting composition 3 childhood is a happy song; Childhood is a running stream; Childhood is a string of gentle footprints; Childhood is a pile of happy stories. The story of childhood is endless, and the most unforgettable thing is the incident of Bao Jiaozi.

I remember that I was five years old that year. One day, while I was playing, my mother was wrapping jiaozi. Playing, watching my mother skillfully wrap jiaozi, I also want to wrap jiaozi. At first, my mother didn't agree, and told me that jiaozi was not as simple as I thought. But I couldn't stand my indecision and finally agreed. As soon as my mother told me the essentials of wrapping jiaozi, I couldn't wait to learn from my mother to wrap jiaozi. I first put the dumpling skin in the center of my left hand, and my right hand shoveled some meat on the dumpling skin, then folded the dumpling skin in half, and jiaozi gently pinched it again and again. Too much meat was put in because of greed. As a result, Jiaozi became a pot-bellied man with a broken skin. I threw jiaozi on the ground in anger and sat on the ground crying. Mom quickly picked me up and helped me wipe the tears off my face. "Don't cry, I'll help you. Don't worry, you see, they are all big faces. " I smile through tears. Under the guidance of my mother, I quickly learned to pack jiaozi. I kept making one bag after another and changed the pattern from time to time. My mother praised my creativity. Some steamed stuffed buns in jiaozi have become Yuanxiao-like, some have been kneaded into lovely rabbits, some have become naughty puppies and some have grown into sickles. Jiaozi is becoming more and more docile in my hands, and I am getting more and more excited, judging from time to time. After jiaozi cleaned up, my mother scraped my nose and said with a smile, "Xiaohua Mall, go and wash your hands!" " I ran to the mirror and smiled. I saw flour everywhere on my face, nose, chin, neck and collar, and there were still several crying marks on my face. It was a big cat! I quickly washed my hands and face, ate jiaozi with relish, and felt that today's jiaozi is really fragrant!

Bao jiaozi is still haunting me. Whenever my mother buys jiaozi, I can't help but think of that time when I bought jiaozi, and I smiled knowingly.

Introduce interesting things about childhood composition 4. I have grown up before I know it. The fun of childhood is like a colorful shell buried in the sea of memory by years. Looking back on childhood, there is a little different emotion in my childhood diary.

When I was a child, I liked to run around behind my grandfather and pester him to tell me stories. And grandpa's story seems endless. Whenever I have time, grandpa will hold me in his arms and take me into his colorful stories.

At that time, I liked summer nights best, because grandpa would enjoy the cool in the yard. I would move a small Mazar to snuggle up next to this grandpa and listen to his fabulous stories!

Grandpa told the story of ants and scholars that day. The story says: "A young scholar wanted to cross the river to win the first prize. Halfway through the boat, the scholar found that a small ant in the river had been choked to death by the river. The scholar was kind enough to save the little ant from the shore. The scholar then went to Beijing to take the exam, and the scholar knew all about it for ten years. However, the scholar is a careless person. He missed a little jade and wrote it as king. The scholar regretted it only after handing in his papers. On the day of publication, the scholar stayed alone in the inn to drown his sorrows. Soon, gongs and drums outside the door were loud and lively. Only when he opened the door did he know that he had been admitted to the first prize. It turned out that after the little ant was rescued, he always followed the scholar and knew that he was a little less talkative, so he squatted in the corresponding position. "

After listening to Grandpa's story, I asked Grandpa, "If I save the little ant in the future, will I be a champion in the future?" Grandpa said, "Of course! Not only ants, but also living things should be taken care of. " From then on, I got rid of the bad habit of catching birds and grasshoppers, especially caring for animals, and paying attention to whether ants fell into the water from time to time. I often look forward to seeing that magical little ant like a scholar.

Time the old man drove his train and pulled me from childhood to the present. Up to now, I haven't met the magical little ants mentioned by my grandfather, but I have maintained the good habit of loving animals since I was a child. Growing up, I gradually understood grandpa's good intentions in telling stories. When I was a child, grandpa told me many stories, and every story grew up with grandpa's expectation!

Introduction to childhood interesting composition 5 Everyone is innocent when he was a child, and there are often many mistakes. When I was a child, I learned to walk two steps in Zhao Benshan. As a result, I tricked myself into being lame and cried for my mother. Playing military training without anything (grandma's dog) makes me ugly ... childhood is happy; But it is also easy to lose, and the wonderful childhood has become a memory in an instant. Time is diluting everything. But it can't dilute my nostalgia and love for childhood. I always remember my childhood, until forever. ...

I remember on the way to my grandmother's house, I slowly fell into my own imagination: I found myself not in the car, but at the toll booth. I naturally became a small toll collector. And "traffic" is those tree houses. But why are the houses and trees not fast, but they will "speed up" when they see me? It turns out that there are no tolls for trees and houses, so I have to' step on the gas pedal' by my side to avoid this expense. You may think that I will double the fine, but I won't. Let them go, because I am very generous. Walking, I found grandma's house also broke into the toll booth. The staff of our toll station stopped at once, and grandma came without anything. I thought grandma came to "pay" and reached for it, but her hand touched the window, which brought me back to reality.

I saw that before dinner, I was playing with a ball, a steamed bun and a twig in the field. On the field, I solemnly said to nothingness: "From now on, I am not Si Ruoyang, but a military dog coach;" And you, my most loyal military dog, do whatever I do now ... "I said I really thought I was a soldier. Besides, I reward and punish clearly. If you do it well, you will have a ball to play with. If you don't do it well, check the branches. Let's dig potato mines and eat steamed bread together. You bite and I bite. ...

Childhood is happy, but it is also fleeting. Childhood, why are you so short, but time is diluting childhood. Just when I slowly forgot my childhood, my good friend Sister Moon often came to help me. In my dream, she played back my childhood life for me, which I will always miss. ...

Introduction of interesting stories in childhood composition 6 Whenever I smell delicious rice, I always think of an interesting story in my childhood. Let me introduce you.

When I was in the third grade, one day my mother went to work and I was doing my homework at home. Suddenly, the phone rang and I answered it. It's my mother. Mother asked me to try to steam a pot of rice for her. She said: "You pour some water into the pot first, then pour a bowl of rice into the pot, then connect the power supply and press the' steamed rice' button." After listening to my mother, I'll do it right away. I took some water and poured it into the pot. I started to fill the meal. I think a bowl of rice in our family can be eaten by three people! We should each eat at least one bowl of rice. I filled three bowls of rice, washed them with clear water, poured them into the pot, and then poured some water. Then I plug in the power and press the power to cook. When I finished, I went to do my homework. At noon, mom and dad come home from work. Mother asked me if the rice was steamed. I proudly said, "It's steamed, just waiting for you to cook." Dad praised me as soon as he heard it. When I go to the kitchen, I can see that the rice pushes the lid up and protrudes 5 cm. That's good. That's enough for two days. Mom and dad couldn't help laughing. Afterwards, I asked my mother, "Why did I fill three bowls of rice? How can steamed rice be enough for six people? " Mom said, "Rice will become bigger and more after steaming, just like steamed bread. At first, people used steamed buns. "

My childhood was full of innocence, leaving me with a string of beautiful memories. This is one of the interesting things that happened in my childhood. How's it going? Not bad.

Introduction of interesting things in childhood composition 7 In a colorful and innocent childhood, there are many interesting things like stars in the sky. Like ducklings in the water, weeds on the ground, geese flying in the sky, raindrops floating in the wind, ... are the objects of our fun. It's fun to lie in my mother's arms and count the stars at night. It's interesting to jump on the grass during the day and watch grasshoppers eat. It is fun to pour garlic at home, and it is also fun to play in the outdoor stream. Interesting things are in the sky, on the ground and in the water. Interesting things are flying all over the sky, running all over the ground and swimming all over the water. Interesting things fly into my dreams, my heart, my childhood.

I remember it was autumn, and my little body was lying quietly in the field. The sky was a quilt and the ground was a bed. At that moment, my young mind went deep into the field, stared at the sky, and began my strange fantasy journey again. I am calm, sober and United. Suddenly, an unknown bird flew out of nowhere and plopped a small pile of sticky bird droppings on my chubby little face. This really makes me angry. I stood up with my legs crossed, looking "silly". Regardless of what image I lost, I swore at the bird that disappeared without a trace: "We quack, quack, quack ..." A series of dirty words that I didn't understand slipped out of my mouth. Say that finish, I gasped. I pursed my lips, stared at my eyes and said angrily, "Don't let me see you again, or I'll show you my ability to scold birds." At that time, I will let you eat more than you can chew, and let you know that I am a big hero who is not easy to provoke. " Ha ha ha ha, my smug laughter alarmed the birds in the treetops and the insects in the jungle. They flapped their wings and flew away, leaving me alone in the whole field.

With a rotating voice and a satisfied smile, I went home like a great hero. My mother thought I was stupid and slapped my little head hard, pulling me back to the real world.

Do you want to laugh after listening? My childhood is a fantasy-loving childhood, full of innocence. Isn't it interesting? Unique! Children, tell me about your childhood! Who is more interesting than my little hero? Do you dare? Ha ha ha ...!

Childhood composition interesting story introduction 8 childhood, a colorful fairy tale; Childhood, a familiar ballad; Childhood, a piece of drawing paper with beautiful gouache marks on it ... childhood, an ocean full of fantasy, in this endless ocean, I found a precious night pearl-the fun of childhood.

When I was six years old, I wore a bright red scarf and suddenly felt that I had grown up a lot. I don't know where I got the strength, so I suggested washing vegetables myself. After repeated entreaties, my mother finally agreed. I moved a bench, rolled up my sleeves and stood by the pool thinking about what to do. I counted the dishes "cabbage, potatoes, tomatoes ... wow, what a sumptuous meal!" I want to eat more! " I said to myself with alacrity. "Well, what do you think? I am washing vegetables! " I quickly pulled myself back from my fantasy and struggled to wash it.

Chinese cabbage has many layers, and the soil is hidden in the cracks. Washing one by one is very troublesome. I happened to see my mother washing clothes, and the clothes will soon become clean in the washing machine. I suddenly had a brainwave and thought, "This girl is really talented! Wait for mom to finish washing clothes, hehe! " I smiled strangely. When my mother hangs up her clothes, I pour all the dishes into the washing machine and press the button, and the "grand" project begins. I closed the door to surprise my mother. Then I looked at the book as if nothing had happened, but I thought to myself, "Haha, mom will praise me!" " "Mom came over and asked in surprise," Honey, why don't you wash the vegetables? "Also, your book, got it!" "Well ..." I smiled shyly, but my mother didn't care and went to work again. After ten minutes of anticipation, I saw that the washing machine had stopped and my mother was still being dragged. My mother was puzzled. When I lifted the lid of the washing machine "sacredly", a scream crossed the sky, which came from my mother's mouth. The "gorgeous" scene in the washing machine also surprised me-the water turned into tomato soup with powder floating on it. ...

My mother taught me a good lesson, and this interesting childhood story will live forever in my "childhood sea" and become the most dazzling night pearl.

Introduction to childhood interesting composition 9 childhood is like a colorful rainbow; Childhood is like a winding river; Childhood is a happy memory for everyone. Today, I will tell you two interesting stories about my childhood, so be careful not to laugh your belly off! Hee hee!

When I was 3 years old, on my mother's birthday, my father took my mother and me to see the first movie in my life. As soon as I entered the cinema, I looked around, excited and curious. My father was so excited to see me, so he quickly struck the iron while it was hot and pointed to the big screen in front of me and said to me, "Look, that's called the screen, and that's where the movie was released." Equivalent to our TV set. " I listened carefully to my father's explanation of the film. "This is a hole for showing movies, which is equivalent to our DVD player." Dad pointed to a row of small windows on the wall behind us. After listening, I looked around, thought about it, and solemnly asked my father, "Dad, since we have a TV and a DVD player, what about the remote control?" Mom and dad burst out laughing at once.

Is it funny? Don't go away, there is no advertisement, and the joke has started again.

He is also 3 years old. When he was in kindergarten, he accidentally stuffed a hairball on his clothes into his nose and went home.

I didn't tell my parents because I was afraid my parents would quarrel with me. But after more than a month, I didn't sleep well either. (I learned later that it was because of a stuffy nose and poor breathing. My mother took me to the hospital. The doctor said after examination that there might be a foreign body in my nose. My mother doesn't believe it. A few days later, I pointed to my clothes and asked my mother, "Where is the ball on my clothes?" My mother smiled and said to me, "Ask yourself!" "At that time, I replied stupidly:" Longlong (my nickname) was stuffed in my nose! "Oh, my God! My mother froze, and my father rushed me to the hospital. With the help of a clever doctor, I successfully hooked the ball, but I still unfortunately got rhinitis.

When I was a child, the story was silly. Now it sounds ridiculous, but it is the footprint of our growth and exploration step by step.

Childhood is like a shell on the beach, colorful and sparkling. Everyone has his own childhood and his own shell.

I remember once, my mother and I went to the fish market and bought some small fish and a lovely turtle. When I got home, my mother put the little turtle and the little fish in two fish tanks, which puzzled me.

After a while, my mother went upstairs to cook, and I looked at the lonely turtle beside the fish tank curiously. I saw a turtle sticking out its long neck in its fish tank and looking into it. Where's the fish? Swimming freely in the fish tank. I can't help feeling sorry for the little turtle, thinking: Why does mother "isolate" the little fish from the little turtle? How lonely the little turtle is! I drew a big question mark in my mind. Suddenly an idea occurred to me. How happy they would be if they put the little turtle in the fish tank and let them play together!

So, when my mother wasn't looking, I put the little turtle and the little fish in the same fish tank. When the small fish saw the little turtle "break into" their warm home, they panicked. The little turtle ran after the little fish, and the little fish saw that the situation was not good and swam to the front quickly. I thought to myself, I did a great thing. How happy the little fish and turtle are!

The next day, I was awakened from my sleep by my mother. My mother asked, "Did you move the little turtle yesterday?" I proudly said, "Yes! Fish and turtle are very happy together! " "I'm not happy at all. The little fish was killed by the little turtle. Don't you know that little turtles eat fish? " I suddenly realized that I bowed my head embarrassedly.

The old man of time came and went in a hurry, taking away his childhood. Childhood is gone forever, I won't do this kind of "stupid thing" again, but the old man of time can't take away my shiny shell. Because, it has been deeply imprinted in my heart.

We all miss the childhood of the subset, because we live a very happy, happy and beautiful life. I also had the fun of childhood. Now let me tell you something interesting about my childhood.

In a sunny summer vacation with fresh air, I and my two good friends are in harmony. The three of us discussed what game to play. It's hard to think when scratching your head. After a long time of folk music, finally, we came up with an interesting game, catching tadpoles. We came to a neither too deep nor too shallow stream. We came to the stream and saw all kinds of aquatic plants that we knew nothing about. We also saw some small fish, shrimp and some lively and lovely tadpoles.

We each took two disposable cups, and I held the cup alone, and I held the cup in my right hand. We slipped to the tadpole's tail, and water and tadpoles went in. The item also caught one and slipped away. His luck is amazing. He even caught a small fish and a tadpole. We were all stunned. Chen Zhiming danced with excitement, but tragedy happened. I picked up another disposable cups, ready to catch it. I saw a small fish in front of me, so I hurried to it. But on the way, I was accidentally knocked down by a stone. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and reached out on the road, otherwise I would have become a "drowned rat".

Everyone has a subset of happy and interesting things, which is also one of the interesting things in my childhood. When I was a child, there were many interesting things, such as flying as a bird and learning what others said about "selling capital", which I still don't understand.

Childhood fun, like the stars in the sky, like all kinds of shells, countless. I remember a particularly funny thing when I was a child. My mother and I are eating grapes. I swallowed grape seeds when I was eating grapes. My mother saw it and said to me, "son, grape seeds can't be swallowed in my stomach, you know?" I said, "Why?" She said, "If you swallow grape seeds, they will sprout in your stomach and grow into vines on your head!" " . I'm a little scared. When I grow up, I know that eating grape seeds will not grow vines, but will be digested, but I understand my mother's intention.

One more thing, when I was a child, I knew that chickens were changed from eggs. I really want to have some chickens to play with me, so I brought some eggs. I thought: "chickens come out of eggshells, so they should hide in eggshells!" " I picked up an egg and knocked it on the ground. As a result, the chicken didn't come out, but the protein and yolk in it flowed out. I knocked a few more times, and the situation was still the same. At this time, my mother heard the sound and saw the yolk and protein all over the place. She suddenly flew into a rage and asked, "What are you doing?" I said, "I'm looking for a chicken to play with, but why is there no chicken in the egg?" Mom smiled. I shed tears because of injustice. My mother explained to me: "Chickens need to be born and hens need to hatch. Take me to my hometown country to watch the process of hens hatching chicks, and it suddenly dawned on me.

Haha, interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things and many interesting things, which make up that colorful and happy childhood. This prime time is slowly leaving me. I am no longer so naive, and interesting childhood stories have become the most beautiful memories in my life.

My childhood is so colorful, whenever I think of it, it is like a clear stream flowing happily in my heart, and the fun of childhood is like a shell on the beach, colorful and shining. Now, let me pick up one to share with you.

I remember I was about five years old. At that time, I especially loved watching Altman's DVD, and I never got tired of watching it. I can't stop thinking about Altman, whether it's toys, clothes or shoes. On a night with few stars, I fell asleep early and soon, dreaming my beautiful Altman dream. Somehow, my mother was almost kicked out of bed with a kick. My mother was in pain, but I didn't notice it at all. My mother couldn't sleep well and ran to my father's room. I still slept soundly, turning left and kicking right from time to time. I think I was imitating Altman to fight monsters. Later, I dreamed that I was kicked by a monster and flew far away. Maybe it was because the dream was so real that I fell out of bed, but I didn't feel any pain at all. I kept dreaming. I dreamed that I got up stubbornly, continued to fight with the monster, and finally killed the monster. I flew into space happily and disappeared.

The next day, my mother told everyone about it, saying that I was awakened by a loud noise in the middle of the night and found myself lying on the floor fast asleep after getting up. Ask me why I was so upset all night. I didn't even know I fell out of bed. I proudly put on a cool Altman action, and even drew a dream last night with strokes, proudly saying that I became Altman last night, fighting monsters and being a famous hero! Everyone laughed when they saw my innocent and lively appearance.

Now mom and dad mention it occasionally, and I can't help giggling. However, I think it is this wonderful childhood anecdote that accompanied my healthy and happy growth and enriched my colorful life.

Introduction of interesting stories in childhood composition 14 In the happy childhood, there are many ridiculous things that we now see, such as:

I was only six years old that year, and I was in the first grade of kindergarten. It was a sunny afternoon in Wan Li, and we were full of energy after lunch break. We were having a Chinese class in high spirits when the sound of reading came from the primary school next to us. The loud sound of reading attracted our whole class, and they listened attentively, regardless of the teacher's Chinese. The students were dumbfounded at once: "How to write?" A practical student is asking, "Idiot, didn't they just read' Reading is like a book and writing is like a god'"? "What do you mean?" "Tear the book!" Under the instigation of the bitter classmate, all the students kept the road book and tore it up. Suddenly, there was a tearing sound five minutes later. The teacher came to look for the sound and saw the students tearing books. He asked angrily, "Why did you tear up the book?" The students said in unison, "Tear up the book." "Why do you want to tear the book?" The teacher is even more angry. "The Chinese teacher asked us to write a composition, but we couldn't, so we tore up the book!" ""Who do you listen to? " "They said. "At the same time, the students pointed their finger at the nearby primary school." What did they say? " "Reading is like a million volumes, and writing is like a god." The teacher said earnestly, "At that time, I read thousands of books and wrote like a god. "The students suddenly understood and said to the teacher," I see. "After the teacher left quickly, we rushed to the classmate who gave us advice, gave him a good beating and said that he had done us badly.

Do you know who that classmate is? Tell you, that person is me-Cao Zhonghui. My classmates beat me "head broken" and "looking for teeth everywhere"

This is me, a sunny boy, full of interesting memories of my childhood.

When we are born, it indicates the beginning of a beautiful childhood. Of course, I am no exception. When I opened the floodgate of memory, those interesting childhood stories appeared before my eyes like colorful shells on the beach. Among them, the most interesting thing still bothers me. ...

I remember when I was six years old, my mother and I went to my hometown to help my aunt harvest crops. My aunt's new house is just outside the village head, surrounded by a cornfield, and my aunt's toilet is built next to the cornfield.

One night, my cousin and I went to the toilet. When we opened the gate of the yard and saw the darkness around us, we couldn't help being timid, but we had to bravely run to the toilet with a bubble of urine in our bladder.

When I took off my pants to pee, I suddenly saw a monster lying in the corn field, like a tiger and a wolf. "ah! Sister, look, what is that? " I cried in horror. My sister was scared out of her wits when she saw it. I can't take care of urine either. It is important to run for your life. I quickly lifted my pants and started running home with my sister. My leg seems to have lost consciousness, and I fell down at once, and got into my trouser leg without listening to a bubble of urine. I always thought that monster was coming for us. My sister quickly pulled me up and dragged me home.

"mom! There is a tiger in the corn field. " "I don't know what that is. Anyway, lying there, scared to death. " My sister and I are incoherent and in a flurry. My mother was dumbfounded when she saw our creepy expressions. When I came to my senses, my mother said doubtfully, "I'm afraid of what you said. Let's go to bed first. "

The next morning, my mother, cousin and aunt and I went to the cornfield to have a look: hahaha, it was very lively. It turned out to be a pile of corn stalks lying there, and my cousin and I hugged and laughed together. It seems that we are really afraid of each other.

Whenever my mother and I recall this incident, we will laugh, which left a good memory for my childhood.