Write a childlike composition of more than 600 words.

Author: anonymous source: dictionary composition network reading: 5 1 20 10 July 16 I want to contribute.

Tongqu's mother told me some interesting stories about my childhood, which I found very interesting! I was less than two years old when I first learned to say "no". My mother asked me, "Are your hands dirty?" I said, "It's not dirty." "Is it clean?" "Not clean." Lying in bed in the morning, my mother asked me, "Are you up?" I said, "Don't get up." "Sleep?" "Don't sleep." In the evening, my father wants to pat me to sleep. I was unhappy and said, "Mom took it, not Dad!" " "Once I pulled out the sweater needle that my mother was knitting. My mother found out and was very angry. I quickly hid in the corner, stood facing the wall, looked at my mother and said, "No! "When I was two years old, my mother taught me to read. At that time, I often saw my uncle, so my mother wrote me the word "uncle" and posted it on the wall. I can recognize it soon. Once, I was reading the picture book of Sheriff Black Cat, and I was reading the words on it. I read a lot of words, all of which are correct. My mother is very happy. I kept reading until I read "Be careful, uncle". When my mother heard it, she felt it was wrong. She came to have a look, and it turned out to be "careful"! According to my mother, I am three and a half years old, and I still can't pronounce many pronunciations correctly. In particular, people who pronounce "L" always pronounce "Y", for example, la is pronounced as ya; Orchid is issued as strictness; ; Lu became Yu and so on, making a lot of jokes. There is a short story called "Pulling Radish". I see it this way: the kitten presses (pulls) the puppy, the puppy presses (pulls) the granddaughter, the granddaughter presses (pulls) the grandmother, the grandmother presses (pulls) the grandfather, and the grandfather presses (pulls) the radish, pulling and pulling ... This can make my mother happy. When I was a child, there were many interesting stories. Every time my mother told me, I burst into laughter.

In the long river of my memory, there are countless past events, some happy, some sad, some surprising, some ridiculous ... They are like exquisite shells, which are treasured in my mind. To say that a shell is the most full of childhood happiness and interest, it is this one. ...

It was a summer day, and the unique warm wind in summer caressed everything, and there were crisp and pleasant insects singing from time to time. I got up early and walked alone in the Woods, humming the children's songs I just learned, and gradually merged with nature.

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic song in my ear. I stopped singing, held my breath and listened carefully, and the song gradually became clear. "cicada, cicada ...", ah! It turns out that cicadas are singing loudly!

I can't help but feel heartache at the thought of cicadas. A few days ago, Zhang, the little brother of my neighbor's family, caught a few cicadas and looked cute. I still won't let go after a long time. So, I ran home, prepared all kinds of tools one by one, and skipped back to the Woods.

At this time, the forest is so quiet, and the long cicada singing adds a little elegance to it. I took a step quietly and lurked under the tree.

I have long heard that cicadas are very alert, and they will run away at the slightest sign of trouble. Sure enough, I hugged the trunk and rose vertically, but the bamboo pole accidentally grazed the leaves, and the cicada had flown without a trace.

This time, I was more careful and climbed the tree quietly. While the cicada was enjoying the sunshine and breeze, I quickly put out the bamboo pole. As soon as the sticky gluten of the sugar juice touches the cicada, it sticks firmly to it, and no matter how it struggles, it can't escape. In this way, a small and lovely cicada came into my hand.

Ah, this is still a cicada that has just shed its skin! Soft and light wings, delicate body and black pearl-like eyes are simply a vivid elf! Holding it, I couldn't help singing happily: "Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..."

Time has passed, and I still remember it clearly. Whenever I think of the scene at that time, I always smile.

Children's interests

Carefully, I have been in this world for twelve years. These days are like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and I can't go back. Only a few things are faintly visible. Let me choose some interesting clips to tell you.

That was when I was five years old. That spring, my friends and I were playing by a canal, which should not be far from home. Seeing that there are two canals, the water only flows to the wider one, I suddenly came up with a gadget to block this one and dig out the other one. So I blocked it, and I had to dig another one. After guiding the water into the narrow passage, I found a higher layer of rock in front of me. I couldn't help but draw the water down again and make a waterfall. The sound of the waves was amazing, and I clapped my hands and laughed. The next day, when I didn't smell the waves, I looked at them, and suddenly I saw that both channels were dry. I can only describe my mood in four words: I want to cry without tears.

One day, I was bored looking at the big tree outside the window, and suddenly I had an idea: to climb a tree, I immediately stood up, moved a half-headed chair, climbed up, boarded the tree, felt great, sat among three branches, and imagined that adults were looking up at me. In fact, the tree was only one meter high, but it was true. Grandma saw me and held me down with her hand. I cried. Suddenly, I saw grandma holding a stick in her hand, grabbing it and laughing while eating. Alas, when I was a child, I was greedy.

Another time, my grandmother wrapped copper coins and brown sugar in a jiaozi. I had an epiphany. What if I wrap a leaf? So, I secretly took a jiaozi, wrapped it in leaves, and then forgot about it. At noon, grandma smiled at everyone and said, "whoever gets copper coins will have good luck this year!" " "Then everyone began to eat, watching them eat copper coins, and I struggled to eat. Suddenly, there was a bitter taste in my mouth, and I spit it out. I see a leaf. Oh, what painful self-torture!

Alas, golden childhood!