"Missing the Days" Composition

Missing my childhood days

(1) Missing my childhood

Looking back now on the six years of primary school, it really happened in a blink of an eye, and what is still in my mind I only have memories of the past two years. Not celebrating Children’s Day also means that I have said goodbye to my childhood. Looking back at the past, every Children's Day was so happy, but I didn't seem to appreciate it at all at that time.

I remember that time, my aunt called me from afar to wish me a happy holiday, because I observed at that time that when one person said "Happy Holidays" to the other person, the other party also wished me a happy holiday. , so I also said: "I also wish you a happy holiday." But she suddenly laughed: "Today is your children's holiday. I have grown up and no longer celebrate this holiday." I was speechless. I felt vaguely sorry for her.

On June 1st the year before last, I had been in middle school for almost a year. The school was in class that day, and my classmates were still joking and asking each other: "Are we going to have a holiday today for Children's Day?" At noon, I came I went to the window and listened to the recital competition being held in a nearby primary school. It was my alma mater, but I could only see a few floors of teaching buildings. Listening to the sound of reciting the text, I began to recall: There was an event held in the school on Children's Day. Our grade held a "catching ball" competition, and we seemed to have lost that time; there was a gymnastics competition, and we deserved to be the champions. ; There was also a recitation competition, but it was a pity that I didn’t participate for some reason that time...

Now, what “June 1st” has left me is just a vague memory, and maybe I will gradually forget it in the future. , I can only write them down with pens as permanent memories and treasure them.

(2) Missing childhood

Childhood life is like a colorful dream, which makes people nostalgic. An incident that happened when I was a child is still fresh in my memory. There is one thing that I can't help but laugh when I think about it now. That was when I was five years old, and I went to my grandparents’ house in the countryside for vacation. On a quiet summer night, my friends and I were playing together in the yard, and my grandparents were sitting aside to enjoy the cool air. Inadvertently, I looked up and saw the beautiful moon. The moon in the night sky is as big as a golden disk, with brilliant brilliance. The soft clouds and willows surrounding it make the moon more poetic. I was fascinated and stood there with my head raised blankly. "Hey!" Grandma's voice woke me up, who was intoxicated by the moonscape. "What are you looking at?" I pointed at the moon with one hand, holding my grandma with the other hand, and said loudly: "Grandma, look! The moon is so beautiful!" Grandma hurriedly said He put down my hand and said, "Moon Lady is not someone who is pointed out casually. She should be angry!" "So what if she is angry?" I opened my curious eyes. Grandma scratched my little nose with her hand and said, "She will come and scratch your ears." When I heard this, I couldn't help but shudder. what to do? Will my ears be shaved off like this? Wouldn't that make me deaf? I was filled with fear. Suddenly, I came up with a "cool plan": I covered my ears with my hands, and no matter how powerful the Moon Goddess was, she couldn't do anything to me! Thinking this, I covered my ears tightly with my hands, sat on the small bench between my grandparents, and kept looking around, for fear that the Moon Queen would suddenly appear in front of my eyes. I was secretly proud: I have double protection - my grandparents and my little hands, so what should I be afraid of? But after a while, my hands became very sore. I thought: take a rest first, there are still grandparents! So, I put my hands down, but still looked around, ready to resist when the Moon Queen came. At this moment, I felt my ears were extremely itchy, so I scratched them with my hands, but the more I scratched, the more itchy I became. I was extremely worried. Could it be that the Moon Lady came to scratch my ears? The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and I cried loudly. Grandpa and grandma heard the sound and asked in unison: "What's wrong?" I said with a cry: "Ears, my ears... Wu -" Grandpa looked at my ears and said inexplicably: "Isn't it just mosquitoes?" "Did you take a bite?" "No, it's the Moon Lady who came to scratch my ears!" I cried harder. When the grandparents heard this, they all laughed. I'm a monk with two feet - I can't figure it out. Ah, there are so many beautiful things to say about my childhood. That golden childhood always makes people nostalgic and nostalgic!

(3) Missing your childhood

Some people say that when you start to recall the past, you are getting older.

Although I have not aged now, the scenes from my childhood always appear in my mind, and the surrounding scenery will be transported back to that time. When I went out in the morning, I saw an old family on the first floor moving, and my heart ached for some reason. What a bustling building it once was. The kind grandma on the first floor passed away a few years ago. I still remember that every time I saw her at that time, she would always smile lovingly at me. Now the house she lived in has changed hands several times and has been renovated. It must be a warehouse selling spicy hotpots. There used to be a doctor aunt who lived on the second floor. She always helped my grandma see the doctor and give injections. She had a very beautiful daughter who was in middle school at the time and was studying very well. I always went to her house to play, maybe because That beautiful sister, or maybe it’s because of that cute cat. Not much has changed on our floor, except that the neighbors’ grandparents now live with their children and come back occasionally. The little girl named Doudou on the fourth floor was very cute and innocent when she was a child. Now she has moved away. Later, she went to the same middle school as her, but the old feeling when I saw her was long gone. Her overly fashionable dress made her look different from students of the same age. During an art performance, I saw her dancing happily on the stage and felt very uncomfortable. The timid and shy little girl was no longer there. I heard that the "bad" big brother on the fifth floor went to work in other places a few years ago. When he was a child, he went to the fifth floor to play with friends. He was sitting on the stairs with several older children, holding a beetle in his hand. It scared me, thinking that I would run away or be scared to tears, but I didn’t expect that I looked at the long-legged beetle with its teeth and claws, and walked past him without being scared away. In fact, I felt timid and very scared at the time, but I didn’t know where I found the courage to walk through. Of the 19 households in the building, only 9 are the previous owners. The rest have long been empty due to various reasons, and things have changed. There is also the large courtyard in front of the building. Several large locust trees were once planted. Children always catch beetles and play under the trees. They jump up and pick locust flowers to eat. Every night, the courtyard is very lively with groups of children. Running and screaming, they are so happy, but the scenes of the past have long disappeared. The children have lost their place to play, the big trees are gone, the beetles are gone, and there is no laughter. Only a dozen or so parked animals can be seen in the yard. A luxury car, and a few big rats occasionally "popped" out of a pile of abandoned bricks. Time has quietly confirmed the fact: what we once had is no longer there. Chi Li wrote a very philosophical text: "People are getting bigger and bigger, and their hearts are getting smaller and smaller; their heads are getting bigger and bigger, and their dreams are getting smaller and smaller; there are more and more smiles, and less and less innocence; the world is getting smaller and smaller. The older you get, the smaller you become..." For me, it means that as I get older, I have less and less in the past; my memories become deeper and deeper, and reality becomes more and more misty. When everything becomes a memory, life becomes simple and thin.

Missing childhood

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Nostalgia is like a nostalgic movie, gently moistening the soul. Nostalgia is like a colorful dream, full of complicated emotions.

The memory of childhood is like a speck of dust. It falls into the past and falls into my eyes. I want to shed tears. I know that my childhood is far away and the life in the rainy season is gone.

It is as calm and plain as a pot of brewed tea. I miss my childhood days with my tears, my heart, my words...

This journey of childhood made me walk a part of my life down-to-earth. It sent me through a peaceful and happy journey,

When I reached the end of it, I gently sent him away with my hands. There will be wind and rain in the future, and he baptized me. < /p>

It encourages me and makes me strong, but I still dream about the sunshine in my childhood; I dream about the drizzle in my childhood.

Mood changes with time, age changes with time, now I have grown up,

I have lost my friends - only one part of "childhood" is left About our friendship record.

Living with "childhood" under the same blue sky, enjoying the same sunshine, listening to the same noise, enjoying the same tranquility.

On the day of separation, I held his hand tightly,

Missing, like a nostalgic movie, gently wets the soul, Missing,

Like a colorful dream, full of complicated hearts

Childhood memory is like a speck of dust, falling into the past and falling into Yan’s eyes, it makes me want to shed tears, < /p>

I know that my childhood is far away, and life in the rainy season is no longer as peaceful and plain as a pot of brewed tea.

I miss my childhood days with my tears, my heart, my words...

This period of childhood made me walk down to earth through a part of my life.

It sent me through a peaceful and happy journey to the end.

I gently sent him away with my hands, and there will be wind and rain in the future. ,

He baptized me and encouraged me. He made me strong, but I still dream about that ray of sunshine in my childhood;

I dream about that detail in my childhood. rain.

Mood changes with time, age changes with time, now I have grown up,

I have lost my friends - only one part of "childhood" is left About our friendship record.

Living under the same blue sky as "childhood"*** enjoying the same sunshine, ***listening to the same noise, ***appreciating the same tranquility.

On the day of separation, I held his hand tightly and begged with tears to keep him by my side.

But he took out his hand and said: "Don't miss the past, grasp the present.

There will be someone to accompany you in the future." I nodded gently and looked at him Only then did I realize that I had grown up and no longer had the opportunity and right to live in childhood.

I lost my childhood but gained maturity and strength. I took the little boat sent to me by my childhood and sailed into the wind and rain along with the passage of time...

Living in In the flowering and rainy seasons, we understand that the passing of childhood is a pity.

But it is precisely because of the beauty of childhood that we can grow up today