Excellent composition of childhood fun

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Childhood anecdotes 1 There are many childhood anecdotes like the stars in the sky, but after a long time, some of them gradually fade away. There is only one thing I haven't forgotten, and I will laugh when I think about it occasionally.

It was grade two, and our whole class was playing on the playground. Some of us play house, some play slides, and some sit on the grass and play clapping games. I am no exception. A boy is chasing me with clothes. He caught me when I was running around in fear. Just as I was laughing, he threw the clothes and landed on one of my active teeth. No, it dropped. I didn't feel it at that time, and I didn't feel right until it was over and I was crazy. Huh? Touch it with your hand and your teeth will be gone. After thinking for a long time, I finally understand how this tooth fell out. So I started looking for teeth (I have the habit of storing my lost teeth). It's hard to find Finding a tooth in such a big playground is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I looked for it for a long time, but I couldn't find it. I gave up a little. Put your hand in your coat pocket, huh? What is this? Take a look, yeah! This is my tooth! Oh, I see. Maybe the pocket of the clothes I was wearing was too big, and my teeth fell out and went straight into my pocket.

I couldn't help laughing again, and my classmates looked at me inexplicably Suddenly, I stopped laughing and went to the classmate who saved me from the pain of tooth extraction and told him this interesting coincidence. He didn't believe it until he saw my teeth. Yes, yes, yes, I am busy telling you this interesting thing. I forgot to tell you that the classmate who pulled my tooth is Jia.

There are as many things that happened in my childhood as there are flowers in the garden, but there is one kind of flower that is the most gorgeous and the biggest.

When I was only five or six years old, I saw that adults planted watermelons and produced several large watermelons, and I had an idea: if others planted watermelons, there would be many watermelons. If I grow hamburgers, won't there be many hamburgers? So I won't let my mother spend money to buy it for me, and I can eat as much as I want.

I am excited when I think about it, but I am worried. What if I can't plant it? Isn't that a waste of a hamburger? But I think there are endless hamburgers. I made up my mind to grow hamburgers. It happened that my mother went back to my hometown to see me and brought me my favorite hamburger. When mom wasn't looking, I secretly took out a hamburger and ran to grandpa's field. I found a clearing, dug a hole, put the hamburger in it, covered it with soil, stepped on it a few times and watered it every day, hoping that it would grow more hamburgers as soon as possible.

Half a month passed, and I saw all the watermelons planted by others sprouted. Small leaves have grown, but my hamburger hasn't moved at all. I hurried to the place where I planted hamburgers and dug up the soil. I found my hamburger turned black and there were many bugs crawling around it. That's disgusting! Seeing my hamburger like this, I began to cry sadly. Grandpa heard my crying and heard the sound. He asked me anxiously, "What's the matter?" I told my grandfather what happened, and he burst into laughter, and the people on the side also laughed.

This incident made the whole village laugh, and my mother often laughed at me about it, which made me lose face. I must read more books in the future and don't do such stupid things again.

I did a funny thing when I was a child, which is still fresh in my memory.

I was very young at that time, probably not in the first grade. One day, my father suddenly suggested to me that I should sleep alone. Hearing this, I cried happily: "Great!" "Just do it. After dinner, the whole family bought me a new quilt and pillow. After I bought it, my parents helped me make it, and we slept separately.

They turned off the light in the living room and turned on a nightlight for me. At first, I was full of confidence and thought: I want to sleep until dawn! But after a long time, I am still very energetic and not sleepy at all. At this time, those horrible scenes began to emerge in my mind. The words "zombie, ghost, thief" keep flashing in my mind, coupled with the green night light and the gloomy wind, it's really a little ghost! After a while, my brain became numb, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I think: I don't want to sleep tonight. Why don't you ask your mother to sleep with me? No, I will lose face ... After some "careful consideration", I'd better go to my mother for my "life safety". I quietly came to my mother's room. I just wanted to make a phone call, but I thought: Dad is sleeping, so I can't wake him. What shall we do? At this moment, I thought of a "way". I walked to the end of the bed, found my mother's feet, and then scratched the soles of her feet with my hands. This method really worked. After a few scratches, my mother woke up, but she was scared to death. Under the protection of my mother, I finally fell asleep.

This interesting childhood story seems to have happened yesterday, which makes everyone feel funny when I think about it.

Childhood is like a hundred gardens, colorful and gorgeous. The interesting, ridiculous and even silly things I have done are like a beautiful star flower, and their fragrance will always float in the sky in my memory.

I remember that it was a summer vacation in the third grade, and my parents went to work, leaving my brother and sister to play at home. My sister and I were watching TV. After a crackling sound, my brother suddenly ran to us in a panic and said, "As long as you do us a favor, I will give each of you a lollipop." "Lollipop? I immediately heard a sweet smell in my mouth. At that time, I was young and naive, so I quickly promised my brother, "All right!" " "So, after my brother's accident, because time passed so long, my heart was filled with the taste of lollipops. I only heard my brother say what plate he broke. Finally, I only heard my brother say, "Help me take the blame once!"

Take the fall? Where is the blame? By the way, isn't the pot cooked by mom quite black? This is it! My sister and I came to the kitchen and carefully took the blame for the gas stove. Who will recite it first? This is easy to handle. My sister and I decided by rocks, scissors and cloth. In the end, I won. Let me recite it first. Sister helped me gently put the pot on the back. I clasped the bottom of the pot with my hands and came to the living room with my sister. Then the door opened and mom and dad came back. Mother saw us and asked strangely, "What are you doing?" Without thinking, I said, "We will take the blame for my brother!" My mother is in distress situation. My sister and I are still puzzling. I don't know what my mother is laughing at. Finally, my mother punished my brother for washing dishes for a week, and our lollipop plan naturally fell through.

Childhood happiness, childhood footsteps and childhood ignorance are all so interesting to think of now. Over time, all childhood anecdotes have become old wine, and the longer it is, the better it will taste. ...

When I was six years old, my mother brought a lively and lovely white-haired puppy from my uncle. Its two ears are always drooping, a pair of black pearl eyes and a small black and wet nose. Whenever I come back from school, it is always the first to come out to meet me and jump up and down around me excitedly. Sometimes it even runs around like crazy, which is very interesting.

One day, after dinner, I was sitting on the sofa watching TV. The dog came running with his favorite little jump ball in his mouth and lay meekly on my lap. According to my usual experience, I know it wants to play ball with me. I got up to change a pair of shoes, but I accidentally found that the puppy's toenails were a little long. "It is not good or hygienic for such a clean puppy to keep such a long toenail." I have an idea: cut the dog's toenails. As soon as I thought about it, I found a nail clipper specially for dogs from the cupboard, held it in my arms and began to cut it. Who knows that the dog didn't cooperate with me at all, struggling in my arms, trying to get rid of me, and its claws were still stretching and shrinking. I managed to catch its cute little paws. The dog's wronged whining is really sad.

I was about to cut my puppy's toenails when my mother came out of the back room and shouted, "Nothing to recite poems. What are you doing? " When she saw me holding scissors and showing my teeth, she quickly said, "No, no!" " I don't understand: "Why? Its toenails are so long, what should I do if I hurt someone? " Mother said, "a puppy's toenails can't be cut like human nails." Puppy's toenails can only be cut black, not white. Because there are many tiny blood vessels in white nails, they will bleed when they are cut. " I suddenly realized: I see, no wonder dogs don't cooperate with me so much! I carefully put it on the ground, full of apologies.

This is called doing bad things with good intentions!

There are countless interesting things in my childhood, which attract me like pieces of delicious bread. Miss Xia came to the world with light steps. She makes the grass gasp, and she makes the burning sun shine. Faced with such beautiful scenery, my thoughts can't help drifting away, reminding me of that interesting thing in summer.

On this day, I was walking in a busy market when I suddenly saw a sister with blue hair in front of me. Blue is like blue sky and clear lake.

After reading it, I was very envious and suddenly thought of a good way, that is, dyeing my hair.

I came home excitedly, neatly picked up a small bucket, picked up a box of paint and sat on a small stool with great interest.

I kept hesitating, and finally squeezed a tube of paint into the bucket. I stirred it quickly and the color I imagined appeared. I think; This color is so beautiful. After I put it on, others must be envious. I started doing it.

I brushed the paint carefully with a brush. I lifted my hand, grabbed a handful of hair and brushed it on my head as skillfully as painting. Don't mention how happy you are. I took out my watercolor pen and kept brushing it.

I finally drew it, and I feel very satisfied. The dark sky, in my opinion, is so clear in Ming Che. I looked in the mirror happily and kept combing my hair.

At this moment, my mother saw me like this, dumbfounded, her brow wrinkled into a ball, and her eyes revealed infinite doubts. Finally, we were all amused.

This is because there are so many interesting things that my childhood has become colorful. Do you want to try this delicious bread?

Childhood is like a swarm of bubbles, each with its own characteristics. Some bubbles are full of happy laughter, some bubbles are full of painful groans, and some bubbles are full of astringency … I have been looking for a beautiful bubble. Where is it? Oh! Here it is.

This bubble is sparkling and full of happy laughter. I take a closer look, and there are interesting things about my childhood. I smiled when I watched it.

That was when I was five years old. On that day, our family will go out for a picnic. We set off for our destination with everything. When we arrived at the picnic place, we laid the mat and set up the grill. When the barbecue started, I saw my mother skillfully string a bunch of mushrooms. She added some ingredients and put them on the grill. I strung a chicken wing and began to add ingredients. I saw a bottle of red ingredients, and I sprinkled it hard, regardless of the willy-nilly, I sprinkled it! I stopped when I saw that there was not much red in the bottle. Then, I saw a bottle of white like a dot, and I sprinkled it on the chicken wings. After sprinkling the ingredients, I put the chicken wings on the grill. I am waiting for you to come back! Wait, wait, wait ... Finally, the chicken wings are cooked. I took out a bowl and put delicious and warm chicken wings on it. Looking at the delicious chicken wings, my mouth watered and I bit it down. "ah!" After an earth-shattering and sobbing tragic scream, I hurried to get mineral water. After drinking three bottles in a row, my mouth stopped burning, but the "flame" on my face did not go out. Later, I learned that the two bottles were Chili powder and pepper.

After reading it, I held the bubble tightly and refused to let it go for a long time, for fear that it would go or disappear!

If I could go back in time, I would be a child again. At this time, I want to change that very, very funny thing …

At that time, I was only three or four years old, and I followed my parents back to my hometown to help with farm work. Because I always hear adults say that flying in my hometown is a great thing, I am carried away by curiosity. With my IQ at that time, I thought flying was just catching a chicken and riding it for fun. Then, I don't want to be watched and enjoyed by adults, and I don't want to share good things with them, just waiting for adults to secretly "enjoy" at work.

That afternoon, I saw all the villagers working in the fields, so I went to catch chickens with both excitement and tension. There are many chickens and ducks here, and there are many good chickens waiting for me to choose. I thought: it would be nice to catch a rooster. The hen is too weak to sit and run fast. The cock is strong, runs fast and sits well. Then, I caught the strongest and most beautiful rooster and sat on it. "Oh oh! Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! " The rooster struggled desperately, running around and stumbling. The more it does, the happier I am. "come on Come on! Great! " Suddenly, the adults came back, and my parents and grandparents looked at me in surprise. "Boom!" With a dull noise, the rooster fell down, his eyes wide open and he kept panting. I'm suddenly confused. "What did I do wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? " I have a bad feeling. "What did you just do?" Mom asked, and then I told the adults everything. Then, they burst into laughter for a while and went back to their rooms.

I wonder, what are they laughing at? Then, I picked up the rooster and stuffed it back into the henhouse.

Hahaha! Do you really think I was stupid when I was a child? I feel ashamed now. Later, I learned that flying is not a "chicken". I was laughed at at at the thought. How could I be so stupid!

How's it going? Classmate? Isn't the funny story of my childhood funny? If you have something funny when you were a child, let's discuss it.

In the colorful world, childhood is joyful, childhood is unbridled, childhood is … Everyone has a wonderful childhood of his own, but my childhood is naive.

When I was not at school, I once listened to my parents and told them that I had suffered a lot. The first time I heard the word "loss", I thought: "loss" should be a delicious thing! I should try it, too "

The next day in the street, it suddenly occurred to me. I said to my parents, "I want to lose money." My parents looked at me and didn't know what I was going to do. I said, "Didn't you say you suffered a loss yesterday? Buy me some, too! " Mom and dad laughed at me.

I was clamoring for a loss in the street, and they repeatedly told me that a loss is not a meal, and a loss is not a meal. I think they are using their usual trick to make matters worse, and they also loudly say, "Didn't you all eat yesterday?" Why don't you buy it for me? "But they always repeat their previous answers, and my noise in the street can't make them submit.

After half a year, once I was reading the story of "Kong Rong Rang Pear", my father came up to me and said, "Kong Rong ate a small pear himself and gave the big pear to an adult, and he suffered a loss, but this loss is not a bad thing, but it is still a virtue; We now buy fake and shoddy goods, get cheated, pay a lot but get nothing in return ... This is the real loss.

Now whenever I think of this interesting childhood story, I can't help laughing to myself, but when I think of the reality that many people are suffering in life, my heart is sour.

I can't help laughing when I think about it.

When I was six years old, I climbed the Great Wall with my family. Somehow at that time, I remembered what my classmates said. After eating mints and drinking coke, people will float and then mints will explode. I happened to bring a mint that day. And my mother's bag also happens to have a bottle of coke that I bought with three yuan. I think: if I can turn into a bulging balloon and have a look at the beautiful mountains and rivers I have never seen before, the explosion will be worth it. So, I crept out the coke in my mother's bag, swallowed it in one gulp, took the mints out of my mouth and sent them back to bed, dragging my stomach like a bucket, ready to go to bed, but to be on the safe side, I wrote a "suicide note" to my mother, told her why I went, and wrote to her to share me.

After a while, my stomach growled and protested, and it was still swollen. I think I'm going to become a balloon. Suddenly, a long voice sounded beside me: "What do you want to do if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" I turned to look, hoo! It turned out that my mother woke up, so I showed my "suicide note" to my mother. My mother looked at me in distress situation and said, "Your stomach is swollen because there is carbon dioxide in the soda! As for whether it will become a balloon, it is a rumor! "

Hearing this, I really want to cry and say, "Then I won't spend three yuan on coke!" " "

Childhood fun excellent composition 1 1 childhood is like a song, with our happy laughter in it; Childhood is like a boat, full of our successes and failures; Childhood is like a colorful painting with colorful memories. In my memory book, there is an interesting childhood story that is still fresh in my memory.

It was a summer when I was six years old. One day after lunch, my parents went out to do something, and my sister and I stayed at home to watch the door.

My sister and I played hide-and-seek and sweated. Finally, the two of us sat panting on the threshold, and my sister turned on my mother's favorite radio. There is music on the radio, and I hum along with the melodious music. Suddenly I heard the announcer say "Welcome to Huangmei Opera" and "Fairy Couple"? Isn't this mom's favorite play? "I said, I was shocked and thought, if only my mother were at home! What shall we do? Oh, I'll lock it up and listen to it when my mother comes back. " Sister, why did you turn off the radio? I want to hear it. "My sister lisped, and I replied," I can't listen now. This play is my mother's favorite. Let's listen together when she comes back. " "good!" Sister said happily.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, mom and dad came back together. "Mom, guess what I left for you." "Silly girl, what can you leave for your mother?" My sister rushed to answer: "My sister left the best Huangmei opera to my mother!" " ""Huangmei Opera? "Mom is puzzled." Listen-"Seeing that my mother didn't understand, I turned on the radio. But there is international news on the radio. "Ha ... ha ... ha" Mom suddenly realized and burst into tears. I was so angry that I burst into tears: "Strange things, how come there is no fairy match?" "My mother helped me dry my tears and said," Son, you don't understand, you can't leave the programs on the radio ... "After listening to my mother's explanation, I couldn't help laughing through tears. Looking back now, it's funny!

You see, how stupid I am! I'm really a little naive! What a happy childhood!

12 the most interesting thing about spending the weekend in the country is to put a reed boat.

Reed boat is made of reed leaves. It is said that if you write your enemy's name on a reed boat and put it in the river, your enemy and your enemy will be punished.

I also wanted to try, so I ran to the river to pick reed leaves. After three or five times, a reed boat was folded. But whose name should I write? The key is that I am popular and have no enemies! I thought for a while and finally came up with someone-a classmate downstairs who is one year older than me. He wears glasses like a crazy doctor in Plants vs Zombies, and he looks like a giant jellyfish in an aquarium without glasses. When he saw me, he called me "Xiao Pang" or "Fat Pig", and all his classmates laughed at me. "This time, I also let you suffer." I am secretly happy. So he wrote his name on the reed boat. I didn't feel satisfied, but silently said in my heart, "When I grow up, I will be a teacher and you will be a student. I will leave you a lot of homework every day, so that you can't finish it. " Then slowly put the reed boat into the water with the wind. It was calm just now. In a blink of an eye, the waves are rough. The reed boat braved the wind and waves and soon left my sight.

The next day, I happened to meet that classmate on my way to school. I used to say hello to him. As a result, he didn't call me "Xiao Pang" or "Fat Pig" as usual, but looked at me listlessly and walked slowly forward. Ah! I was surprised, didn't the reed boat work? I quickly caught up and asked, "What's the matter?" He lowered his head and said, "Why did you catch a cold in summer? What bad luck! " I smiled quietly and thought to myself, Let's see if you dare to call me "Little Fatty" or "Fat Pig".

This is one of the most interesting things in my childhood. Every time I think about it, I can't help laughing. 583 words

Childhood fun excellent composition 13 childhood is like a colorful balloon, which contains happy and sad things that happened in our childhood. Today I will tell an interesting story that happened in my childhood!

That day, a new pet came to our house, a kitten! My parents told me that the kitten's task is to kill mice. I don't believe it, because even I can't catch it. Why can I catch it? I began to observe kittens. The kitten is all white, only the tip of its tail has a faint black color, just like ink painting, so I decided to call it ink painting. Ink and wash eyes seem to talk, watery, and a pair of petite and lovely ears look like a pet cat for people to watch, so I decided to follow it. Ink from jumped out of the chair and went out. I quickly followed up. The first destination of ink is a pond. It is fiddling with the water. I'll go up and have a look. Oh, it's looking at the reflection in the water. What a narcissistic guy. The second destination of ink painting is the field. It is playing in the field. I didn't know anything at that time. I thought it was practicing the skill of catching mice, so I jumped around with it and circled down. Not only did I not learn anything, but I was also very tired. Suddenly the ink stopped. As soon as I saw it, it turned out that he was eyeing a small fish. The fish was still swimming happily, and the ink jumped up. Soon, ink came up with fish in his mouth. As soon as I saw the swagger of ink and wash, I got angry and thought, "What's the big deal? I can do it too. " I thought about it and jumped on it, but instead of catching fish, I ate a mouthful of mud and got my clothes wet. I ran home with tears in my eyes and wanted to tell my mother about it, but because my mother just woke up, I couldn't speak clearly at that time. She only saw my dirty clothes and beat me up. Alas, what a grievance!

Childhood is a carefree time for everyone, no matter what, it is worth remembering.

In my childhood, there were many interesting things, among which I still remember the interesting thing of watering flowers at home.

One summer vacation, it was very hot in summer, and several pitaya seedlings carefully cultivated by my mother were a little wilted (just sprouted). Mom saw it and quickly picked up her own watering can and gave the pitaya seedlings "water", hoping it wouldn't go bad.

After mom left, I also wanted to "drink water" for pitaya seedlings, but there was not a drop left in the watering can. What shall we do? I kept using my head and accidentally saw a watering can full of water. Great! I walked quickly to the front, picked it up, and began to let the green leaves "drink water" like children wearing green sun hats, thinking to myself: Mom will definitely praise me.

The next day, I found a "miracle": pitaya seedlings turned white overnight. At first, I thought they were going to blossom and danced with joy. But then I found that the flower seedlings did not bloom, but drooped listlessly and became weaker every day. What happened? Did I do something wrong? I suddenly have a bad feeling.

Mom also saw this scene at this moment and asked me, "Did you kill Huamiao?" "No … yes, I … just watered the flower seedlings." I explained uncertainly, pointing to the watering can I used. Mom said in distress situation: "Silly girl, that's perfume in it!" " "I opened my mouth and finally understood that I helped!

In the future, whenever I think about it, I will laugh to myself!

Interesting childhood stories 15 Interesting childhood stories are like countless stars in the sky. Today, let me choose one of the brightest stars to share with you.

I remember when I was 6 years old, my mother bought me a plastic doll as a birthday present.

This doll is really big, two feet tall, wearing a long silver-purple dress, her hair tied up high, a light purple crown and a pair of purple leather shoes on her feet. It is really like a noble and beautiful princess, with big black eyes blinking, as if looking at me and saying, "Hello, little master." It's so cute.

I especially like this doll. I talk to her when no one plays with me. Since then, she and I have become good friends.

In a blink of an eye, it is already autumn, and I have put on my sweater and pants. But the doll is still wearing that dress, revealing two small ones. I thought: how cold it is! Thinking of this, I immediately carried her into the kitchen and found the stove burning red and warm. So, I put a small piece of iron on the stove and let the doll stand on it to keep warm. I moved a small bench and sat next to her. After a while, her little mouth opened and closed again. When I was happy, I saw that the doll was getting shorter and shorter, and there were wisps of smoke and suffocating burning smell. Seeing this scene, I cried with a "wow".

Mom ran quickly, took the doll off the stove and asked me what was going on. I sobbed and said, "I'm afraid she's cold, I want to wrap her in a sweater and I'm afraid she'll suffocate, so …" At this moment, my mother smiled and told me the reason.

Later, I learned that plastic cannot be baked with fire. That colorful time, after careful tasting, has become an eternal memory in my heart.