Childhood memory composition

In our daily life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. So have you ever studied composition? The following is a 400-word (selected 10) childhood memory composition I compiled for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Childhood Memory Composition 1 Although I am so sensible and serious now, I was silly and naive when I was a child.

When I was four or five years old, I knew nothing. I just ran with adults. I once had dinner in Ajisen Lamian Noodles. After listening to the adults' comments on Yao Ming, I asked them what Yao Ming was. They said, "Yao Ming is a very tall man." I was very ignorant at that time, thinking that Yao Ming was a general term for tall people, and all tall people were called Yao Ming. Just then, a tall man walked into the door. I pointed to him and asked my adult, "Is he Yao Ming?" I don't know why, but everyone at the table laughed. They smiled and replied, "No." I thought, isn't he tall enough?

When I attended the joining ceremony in the first grade, I just stood there and waited for a while, ignorant. The big red flag is near, and it is near again. What should I do? Should I raise my hand and propose a toast? Most children have saluted, so let me salute them. So, I pretended to make a gift. However, the teacher told me, "Don't salute the first time, respect the second time." So, this is probably the first time, and there will be another time later. So I put my hand down.

The second time, as soon as I saw the red flag moving, I solemnly saluted. But I was told not to salute before the red flag appeared in front of me. I was really confused at that time, and I didn't salute until the red flag passed by me.

Childhood memories, so clear, flashed before my eyes. Looking back now, I really think that when I was a child, I was very interesting, a little ignorant, a little cute and worth remembering.

Childhood Memory Composition 2 Autumn wind is cool, leaves begin to turn yellow, animals begin to feed, and time flies. In a blink of an eye, I grew up, but my grandmother was old.

My favorite thing when I was a child was living at my grandmother's house. Grandma's house has a small yard. Every spring, a hundred flowers will blossom in the yard, and colorful flowers will gather together to form a sea of flowers. In summer, trees grow green leaves, and nearby villagers will come here to enjoy the cool and eat watermelons. In autumn, the fruit trees in the yard bear fruit and have a faint sweet fruit fragrance. In winter, the snow falls in the yard, which is white. Stepping on it is a footprint, and you can make a snowman.

There is an old well in this small yard. Every summer, the water in the old well gets cold, so my sister and I put grapes and watermelons in the well water and take them out to eat, and it gets cold. Sometimes, we also play with water guns and have a water fight.

Every time we play in the yard, grandma will watch us, watch us have a water fight, watch us make a snowman ... Sometimes, grandma will pick flowers to make garlands for us. Because grandma hurt her leg, she had to sit on the sofa and watch. Watching you fell asleep. My sister and I will dress my grandmother up like a doll. Grandma didn't get angry when she woke up, but touched our heads with calloused hands and said with a smile that grandma had become a doll.

Now that we are all grown up, grandma still looks at us as before, but grandma has more and more white hair.

Childhood Memory Composition 3 Presumably everyone has done many interesting things when he was a child! I will never forget one of them. I was blown up with coke all over my face.

When I was a child, I liked playing firecrackers very much. I always use firecrackers to blow things up.

At that time, I wanted to try everything, such as frying the water in the pond, frying food, frying cardboard ... On New Year's Day, my mother bought me a bottle of coke and a box of firecrackers, and I held firecrackers and coke. Suddenly, a whimsy came to my mind: what would happen if you fried coke with firecrackers?

Do as you say. I put the coke on the ground first, then lit firecrackers, put firecrackers in the coke, and turned and ran. Not far, the coke hasn't changed. I looked at it carefully. With a sigh, the firecrackers went out. So, I have to take out firecrackers that can explode in water. I lit it again, threw it into the bottle and ran to a nearby place. After a while, the coke did not change. Just when I picked up the coke bottle and looked at the bottle mouth, the bottom of the coke turned red. At this moment, the coke kept pouring out like a hot spring. Suddenly, I was shocked. At the last second after the coke was sprayed, the coke bottle exploded and I was covered with coke. As soon as I touched my face, I threw the bottle away helplessly.

It was late, so I had to go home wet. After this incident, I will never use firecrackers to blow things up again. From then on, I understand that too much curiosity will often bring unnecessary trouble or disaster.

Four years have passed since childhood composition memories, and the memories are still in my heart. Childhood has passed, but I can't take away the good memories.

Huh? This dress ... is the same as mine. The window in front of me is 3 meters high, and the conjoined doll clothes stand in front of me. I seem to see 1 year-old girl playfully throwing banana peel into her hat; I saw that the button on my clothes was torn; Kick off the shoes you just put on again ...

I looked at the bright and reflective glass in the window, from where I saw my black eyes and the little girl learning to walk inside. I know, that's me and those are my memories.

I hurried home and dug out my childhood clothes, which were much smaller than myself. I seem to see me holding clothes and wearing them on me. My white face frowned slightly, and my mouth muttered, "It's still very big. If I can grow up quickly, I can wear them. " And when you grow up, you can't wear it.

More memories come to mind. When I was 4 years old, I sat on the trampoline in kindergarten and cried loudly. My mother quickly picked me up and went to the hospital. The doctor said it was dislocated and twisted, which made me cry. After the eighty-one difficulty, my arm was connected ... I raised my arm. After so many years, it has already been blown away by the wind, but it has left a mark and become history in my mind.

Time flies, we gradually change, grow bigger, become sensible and become smart ... but we can't change our history, our memory and the beauty in our young mind.

Memories of Childhood Composition 5 My childhood was rich and colorful. The past seems to be in front of me, leaving a deep memory in my heart and witnessing my growth.

I remember when I first went to preschool, it was a sunny afternoon, and my mother bought a bag of red and big cherries. As soon as I saw the big, red cherry, my saliva kept flowing, urging my mother to wash it quickly. After washing, my mother put the cherry in the fruit bowl, and I picked it up and wolfed it down. Soon, a large plate of cherries was destroyed by me.

The next day, I went to the kitchen again to see what was delicious. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I found something red and sharp. I looked up and down, ecstatic: cherry is so delicious, I think it should be better than cherry! Just thinking, I picked up one and took a bite. "Oh, my God! What is this? It's so hot! " I threw up and slapped my mouth with my hand.

Alas! I bought a lesson this time, because I was so greedy that I couldn't open my eyes and tears kept spinning in my eyes. I quickly ran to the living room, picked up a cup of warm water, glug, and drank it in a few mouthfuls. "Ah, it's not spicy at last!" "Later, I told my mother about it, which made her laugh and cry. My mother gently pointed to my forehead and said, "you greedy cat!" " "

Ah! Colorful childhood, you will stay in my memory forever.

Childhood Memory Composition 6 Childhood memory is like a boat, carrying happy and unforgettable stories.

Watch fireworks

Streets and alleys are full of red lanterns, and everywhere is beaming.

On the crowded road, I rode on my father's shoulder, holding a lantern in one hand and covering my ears in the other, and was attracted by the beautiful fireworks in the night sky. Dad's mouth turned up and pointed to the sky for me to see.

Beautiful fireworks decorated the city and added color to my memory.

climb mountains

Looking up from the foot of the mountain, Pingdingshan is tall and majestic, with lush trees.

My father and I climbed halfway up the mountain. I was panting and flushed with fatigue. Dad smiled and asked me, "Are you tired? Let me carry you. " Breathing heavily, I forced out a smile and said, "Not tired!" " Dad has a hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead. Then squat down, carry me, and continue to climb. I felt happiness on my father's back.

In our childhood, it was full of warmth and happiness, and my memory was full of beauty.

Pick corn

Tall and straight corn grows on fertile land, and what you see is a green corn field.

I plunged into the cornfield, looked around and looked inside carefully. "ah! Found it! " This huge corn in front of me made me jump and jump happily, which alarmed two birds and flew into the sky.

I found the biggest corn and felt the joy of success.

Childhood memories are happy, joyful and unforgettable.

Memories of childhood Composition 7 Childhood is burning red, releasing fire-like passion; Childhood is really pure blue, which brings happiness as clear as water. Childhood is as magical and colorful as neon, and these colors have their own charm.

red

I love my red childhood. I was in a big kindergarten class. Weekend is my favorite happy time. During the day, I play games with my friends. Ghosts catch people, eagles catch chickens, and hide and seek ... if I have time, I will walk around. If someone steals from me, it will cause a big war. The war suddenly became more intense. I was born with a naughty character like a boy. I dare to do what others dare not do. I'm not as gentle and clever as a girl at all. My mother knew that I was fighting with others at home, so she called me a tomboy and had no girlish manners at all. Childhood, let me messy, a lively and interesting fire.

blue

I love Lan Ruoshui's childhood. The heart of childhood is really pure. At that time, my mother took me swimming. I wore a bathing suit and went swimming in the water. I compete with some adults in swimming. I try to paddle and paddle, always trying to get ahead of others. Finally, I lost. In unyielding tears, I know my weight and the significance of the game. My childhood, a string of stories, big and small, turned into a blue and pure.

Red flame, red passion; The blue sea water is so pure that it constitutes my colorful childhood world.

Memories of Childhood Composition 8 Whenever I walk briskly on the avenue with a smile, or walk on a quiet narrow path with a faint sadness, I always see the childhood path in front of me, the path with flowers and birds, leaving beautiful memories. Whenever I recall it, I feel endless courage and joy.

One summer vacation, I went to my grandmother's house in the country. Get up early in the morning and run to the grassland to find crickets. First hear the chirp, then gradually narrow the scope, carefully pull open the grass vine, remove the stone, then look at it accurately, cover it with your hand quickly and accurately, and only listen to beep, beep and beep, and you will succeed. Because only the male cricket, also known as Erweizi, cries brightly, which is exactly what we want to raise them to watch the fight. After catching it, put it in a cricket cage that has been made and feed it every day, hoping that it will grow stronger and beat other similar ones. When fighting, the two cages closed their mouths, removed the door panels, stimulated it with a stalk called SINONOVACULA, commanded it, and they began to die. The last two children, one must be beaming and the other must be depressed. This matter is still very clear in my memory.

Memory, like a drifting red sailboat, the beauty and vicissitudes of the past suddenly look back and touch the whole body bit by bit, which can't be waved away smartly. Just like a ship carrying thoughts, flying in endless memories ... just like a poem: the years are slowly flowing, it's time to go. Regardless of success or failure, don't forget the past. Meet again after many years ...

Childhood memory composition 9 childhood life is very interesting, because at that time, I was young and ignorant, curious, did a lot of stupid things and made a lot of jokes.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I didn't know much: simple words such as earth, water, fire, up, down, left and right, paving stones, etc. Once I went to Luoyang with my family to see peony. We have to pass through several counties and cities along the way. At the entrance of Jiaozuo Avenue, there was a traffic jam. My father taught me to read. "You know what? That's coke. " "Coke." "That's a work." "Work." Dad smiled knowingly. I read aloud: "Jiaozuo cloth." There was a sudden commotion in the car, and everyone laughed, but I didn't know what they were laughing at. I just read aloud the words on the side of the road. After a bumpy morning, we finally arrived in Luoyang. I shouted again: "Dad, Luoyang cloth has arrived." Dad and his colleagues are joking again. This just suddenly realized. Originally, I pronounced the word "city" as the word "cloth", and now I just want to find a gap to get in.

I still remember that in the summer when I was seven years old, I held a concert with some friends. At that time, I was like a psycho. I messed up my hair, put on my mother's makeup, and sang two tigers at home with a microphone. Pedestrians on the roadside keep smiling at me. I thought they thought I sang very well, so I ran to shake hands with them and accidentally slipped on a banana peel and hit my head. I didn't feel very painful at that time, but when I touched it with my hand, I screamed on the ground in pain. In retrospect, it's really funny.

When I was a child, I was naive. When I was a child, things were funny and always reminded me of endless memories.

Childhood Memory Composition 10 Childhood is a fragrant flower, a colorful treasure box or a string of colorful pearls. Childhood events are like grapes on a grape trellis, which cannot be counted. Let me, take off that bunch of lavender and sparkling grapes and tell you something about my childhood.

When I was young, I ignored my mother's words. Gradually, I became careless and developed a bad habit of carelessness. My mother often says to me; "Rain hin, you should be careful. You should change your carelessness. " I always nod to answer; "I see, I will change." But then I forgot. I have been troubled by careless bad habits, such as this.

One night, I found that my exercise book was inexplicably "missing", which was worse for me than the sky falling. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-I'm in a rash, and two thoughts come to my mind: one is to tell my mother and get criticized. The other is not to tell mom. I won't tell anyone anyway. I chose to tell my mother these two ideas.

I crept up to my mother and told her what happened hesitantly. My mother didn't hit me or scold me, but praised me. She told me that honesty is the most important thing.

Childhood this flower, let me taste the ups and downs: childhood this treasure box, containing my happiness and troubles. Let's cherish those wonderful memories of childhood together.