Excellent composition of childhood fun

In our daily study, work and life, we often come into contact with composition, which is a kind of verbal activity for people to express their feelings in written form. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is an excellent composition of interesting childhood stories I collected for you. Welcome everyone to learn from and refer to. I hope it helps you.

Excellent composition of childhood fun 1 The taste of childhood is bitter, spicy, sweet and salty.

On my tenth birthday, my mother took me to take an art photo as a souvenir. When we got there, we negotiated the price and went upstairs to make up and take pictures. First, I took a suit. I went to change clothes, and I felt an indescribable excitement. I put on makeup. I looked at myself in the mirror and slowly changed and became happy. Because I think it's nice to take pictures of ancient costumes. But it hurts a little when I tie my hair. But I thought to myself: beauty always comes at a price. After painting makeup. We went up a storey still higher. I took off my shoes and stood in the picture, holding a fan and covering my chin. Light with one foot. So we all took some photos and went downstairs again. Because I want to change a suit.

I changed another pair of jeans, menstruation said. They are for adults, but I should be able to wear them. So I took it off. She also said it was more like a hot girl. I took off all the headdresses in my costume and changed my hairstyle. When it changes. We went upstairs again. I cross my legs and lie on the soft chair, holding a magazine in my hand, pretending to be reading carefully. Then put the elbow of one hand on the back of the soft sofa, cross your feet and put the other hand on your waist. I took some other sports jeans. I feel very shy when shooting jeans. Because the clothes are open and unbuttoned, it is likely to reveal my private parts. . So I was embarrassed when I was filming. ...

Have you ever had the same experience as me?

Childhood life is like a river, flowing happily, and many interesting things, like small goldfish, swim around in the river I remember. ...

I remember that time last year, I opened my "treasure chest" and fiddled with my newly bought tape measure. I thought, how can the tape measure expand and contract? Is there a "hand" pushing inside? Out of curiosity, I found a screwdriver, unscrewed the left and right screws, and then carefully opened the shell of the tape measure. For an instant, I had to be extremely surprised: there was no "hand" in it, only a spring, a tape measure and a few small parts. It's simple! I took down a part, and the ruler suddenly popped up, almost hitting me in the face and breaking.

I quickly called my father and asked him to fix it. Dad looked at the tape measure I had torn and said, "There is a spring in the tape measure. If it is opened, it will not be repaired. " Then he left. I don't believe this. I started to fix it myself. I had a hard time rolling up the ruler, but I just couldn't get it in. I can't seem to fix it, but I won't stop. Please ask my mother for support. Mom worked hard and finally fixed it. But it's upside down and can't automatically expand and contract. A good tape measure was thus "disabled" by me,

Seeing my unhappy expression, my father said to me seriously, "Never mind, son. It's good for children to have imagination and curiosity, but before opening it, you should know whether it can be opened or not. Some things can be taken apart and put back, others can't. Do a preliminary understanding before you dismantle it! " Remember to do research and know everything in the future, or you will do something stupid. "

I blushed and said, "Dad, when this happens to me in the future, I must think it over before I do it. I won't do anything stupid."

Childhood fun excellent composition 3 childhood represents innocence, joy, innocence and loveliness ... childhood is exactly where you and I once had and longed for-because at that time-happiness. I'm not on the list either.

Once, my mother took me to kindergarten. On the way, I pointed to a list of bricks with different colors and shapes beside me and asked curiously:

"Mom, mom, why are these bricks different from others?"

"Because this is a blind road."

"What is a blind road? Is it delicious? "

"Little fool, just know to eat. The blind road is taken by the blind, so we can't go. "

"What is a blind man? Why can't we go? "

"The blind are invisible. If we go, we will bump into them. "

"oh"

I didn't dare to be blind for a long time after that. My mother asked me why I was so polite. I said, "I'm afraid of stepping on the foot of the' invisible man', and he will take me away." My mother was puzzled and asked, "What invisible man?" "That's what we can't see. What you said. " My mother suddenly smiled when she remembered, and then explained to me clearly: "It is the people who can't see us, not the people we can't see." "Oh."

Childhood is like this, let you remember, let you laugh, let you yearn for.

Childhood is like the sea, which is gone forever, but the interesting past of childhood can't be forgotten.

I remember when I was five years old. One day, my mother took me home from kindergarten and made me sweet pancakes. However, when my mother wanted to use sugar, she found that the sugar was used up. My mother couldn't leave and said to me, "Zhou Min, go and buy some sugar for my mother." My mother gave me 5 yuan conveniently.

I skipped to the store with my money. I took a bag of candy and went to the counter to pay the bill. This is also a joke. At that time, when I was young, I didn't know what the taste of sugar was, so I took a little and tasted it: "Bah, Bah, how sweet." As soon as I let go, the sugar bag fell to the ground and spilled all over the floor. In desperation, I picked up the candy from the ground and put it in the candy bag. Along the way, looking at half a bag of dirty candy, I kept whispering in my heart, how to tell my mother. Suddenly I had a brainwave, and a good idea came: washing rice with water can clean the rice, and if the sugar is dirty, of course, it can be washed with water. So, I gently pushed open the door, took a basin when my mother wasn't looking, put sugar in it, turned on the tap, and rubbed it with my hands. Hey, what's up? Where is the sugar? Why did it disappear? I was so anxious that I cried. The crying alarmed my mother.

My mother couldn't help laughing when I told her about the process of panning for sugar. She stroked my head and said kindly, "son, water will dissolve some substances, and sugar will naturally disappear when it is dissolved in water." Have a taste. Is the water sweet? "I dipped my finger in some water and tasted it. It was very sweet." Then why does it dissolve? "I asked, puzzled." You will understand this truth when you grow up and learn cultural knowledge. "

The story of childhood is ridiculous. Now I grow up to understand that the high temperature of water will melt sugar, and this process is dissolution. However, whenever I think of the fun of panning for sugar, I can't help laughing.

When I was seven years old, I became interested in cactus. So, I had the idea of my father planting cactus.

On this day, mom and dad went out. Bored at home, I began to "dissect" cactus. I first picked up a long, prickly stick, went to the balcony and drilled a big hole in the cactus. I want to see how cactus absorbs water and nutrition.

However, it is dark inside, and there is no light. I can't see what it looks like at all. But when I think about it, I can't see what's inside, but I can water the hole! Because then cactus doesn't have to bother to absorb water and nutrition from its roots.

The action team that began to help cactus grow began to act.

I immediately drilled many small holes in the cactus and began to water it. Haha, I drank two glasses of water. I thought my father would praise me when he found out what I had done.

However, a few days later, my father asked me, "Did you make a hole in the cactus?" I said happily, "Yes, yes! I did it! " Dad's face turned to that side and said, "So you are naughty!" " I explained, "I did this to make the cactus absorb water." ... "after listening to my explanation, my mother laughed so hard that her stomach hurt." I asked my mother, "why can't I poke holes in the cactus?" "Mom smiled and said," If you have dug so many holes in your body, can you still live? "It's like digging so many holes in plants. Can plants still live? "

I suddenly realized!

Childhood is like a crystal ball in the sun, always reflecting colorful brilliance. An insect, a toy … looks insignificant, but it is full of our happiness and dreams. Childhood life is always talked about. When I think of my childhood, I will think of that interesting thing.

I remember the day before my sixth birthday, I clamored for my father to buy me the ice cream cake I had been waiting for for a long time. Dad bought it for me and put it in the refrigerator. The next day, my mother was cooking delicious food in the kitchen. I anxiously asked my father to bring me an ice cream cake. After taking it out, I saw a layer of white things outside, so I couldn't wait to lick it with my tongue. But the ice cream bit me and it hurt when I pulled it. I was so anxious that my father quickly blew into my tongue, and it slowly melted away. The whole family couldn't help laughing when they looked at me in a mess.

Then, dad opened the lid, ha! This time, I will give up eating. I asked my father to give me a plate and began to gobble it up. My mother reminded me, "Eat slowly, no one will rob you." I want to eat cake so much that I can't listen to it, and I can't take care of the delicious food cooked by my mother. Soon, a big ice cream cake was ruined by my "cake killer" After eating, everyone looked at me and burst into laughter. I feel confused. My mother asked me to look in the mirror. Only then did I find myself like a big cat with cakes all over my face. I scratched my face when I first ate the cake, and I giggled myself.

Oh! Childhood, this is my extremely interesting childhood! Whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing.

Teacher's comment: The author of this paper grasped the characteristics of gluttony and told the interesting things that happened when he ate the cake. The narrative is concrete, the language is vivid, the structure is compact, the connection is natural and coherent, and the center is prominent.

Childhood is like a winding river. My childhood was like a few rolling waves in a small river. The waves sometimes sing happy songs, sometimes pour out their troubles, and sometimes … every wave has an interesting story. Let me introduce you to one of them!

One summer three years ago, my parents and I went swimming in the swimming pool. At that time, I couldn't swim, so I had to practice with my swimming ring and swim around slowly. Just as I was about to go ashore, my father swam over and said, "Can I teach you to swim?" I agreed without hesitation. Then my father put my leg in the water. I rowed in the water with my hands in front and practiced for more than half an hour. Finally, I learned to swim. But I still don't know how to drown. Father took the opportunity to push my head into the swimming pool. The water in the swimming pool tastes terrible! Later, my whole body sank into the water, and I thought, God, I don't want to die yet! I haven't had enough fun! I haven't finished eating strawberry cake ... countless "wishes" in my heart have been swept away. Just as I was in a hurry to embark on the "dead road", I suddenly felt that my swimsuit seemed to be caught by something, and then the whole person was lifted into the air. Ah, I'm saved! It turned out that the lifeguard saved me. How exciting!

Although it is very small, I can't help laughing whenever I think about it.

Since I went to kindergarten, my father always asked me: Is there anything interesting in school recently? Sometimes I can't say clearly, so I show him a piece of A4 white paper. I painted more and more times, so I gave it a resounding name: Dad Special Newspaper! When I am not too busy on weekends, I will draw and write and finish this newspaper. My father said that he had been looking forward to seeing it.

I didn't know how to write at first, mostly drawing or pinyin, but now Chinese characters have become the protagonist. I imitate the appearance of a regular newspaper, with illustrations and various borders, color it, and make up some riddles or rhymes as much as possible to make my newspaper more lively. When I write and draw, those interesting experiences seem to appear in front of my eyes, and sometimes I laugh. When there is too much content, I have to splice two pieces of A4 paper together, even though I have too many positions: author, editor, typesetter and artist. . . But I don't feel hard at all. I've been trying 1 for hours, and I don't even know myself.

Just as I don't know many things about adults, my parents often don't understand my paintings, so I will explain them in detail. I like to see their faces suddenly enlightened, and I like the way they laugh their heads off when they read the newspaper. My mother will point out the typos and sick sentences I wrote, and then let me correct them on other papers. She doesn't want me to change the manuscript because she wants to keep my childhood the same.

I love my newspaper, and I love my parents more. I use "newspaper" to record my joys and sorrows, and also use it to share my growth with people I like!

Childhood fun excellent composition 9 childhood is a book, recording our bits and pieces; Childhood is a song that sings our ups and downs; Childhood is a painting, which draws our colorful stories.

I remember when I was three or four years old, my grandmother caught 10 chickens and put them in a cardboard box. These chickens' pointed mouths and furry bodies are like a yellow plush ball! Wow! These little cuties are so cute! I really want to touch them! But grandma told me that these chickens are too small to touch all the time, which will scare them. "Well, I see." I nodded in agreement, but I was too curious to play with them. So, while my grandmother was cooking, I sneaked into the chicken's house and reached for it, but I didn't touch it, because I was too short to reach it! What shall we do? I had a brainwave and found a fork. I can reach it now! I took this fork and played happily with the chicken in the carton. Where the chicken runs, the fork chases it! I had a good time, and grandma came! Pick me up in one hand, and these chickens are finally saved!

But I didn't expect these chickens to die one after another the next day. I'm so sad! Now that I think about it, I may have been seriously frightened, alas! Sorry, lovely chicks!

Whenever I recall this incident, I can't help laughing at my youth and ignorance. I feel a little uncomfortable, too, because all these chickens died by accident.

Childhood is always so happy and unforgettable.

10 Childhood is the best period in a person's life, carefree and innocent. My childhood left me many wonderful memories, but I think the most unforgettable thing is catching the "bright light" of fireflies.

One summer night, the power went out suddenly, and the room was dark. Suddenly, I saw a firefly fly in slowly from the window. I quickly turned on the flashlight and put it on the ground. Fireflies saw the light and were attracted. I put it into the bottle effortlessly, and then drilled a small hole in the lid to let it breathe. Fireflies flew in from the window one by one, and I jumped left and right. In a short time, dozens of fireflies were filled in the bottle. It suddenly lit up around the house. I can study under this lamp again.

Catching fireflies was the most interesting thing in my childhood.

Childhood is the best period in a person's life, carefree and innocent. I have many wonderful memories since I was a child, but I think the most unforgettable thing is to catch fireflies as "bright lights".

One summer night, the power went out suddenly, and the room was dark. Suddenly, I saw a firefly fly in slowly from the window. I quickly turned on the flashlight and put it on the ground. Fireflies saw the light and were attracted. I put it into the bottle effortlessly, and then drilled a small hole in the lid to let it breathe. Fireflies flew in from the window one by one, and I jumped left and right. In a short time, dozens of fireflies were filled in the bottle. It suddenly lit up around the house. I can study under this lamp again.

Catching fireflies was the most interesting thing in my childhood.

My own childhood was colorful, but my youth and ignorance made me do many stupid things. Recalling the past of "grabbing" the ball from the "cannibal tree", I couldn't help laughing again.

I was about 4 years old at that time. One day, Li Dudu, my little friend from kindergarten, and I were playing small balls in the outer circle of the community garden downstairs. He accidentally kicked the ball into the garden and kicked it too hard. We hurried to the garden to find the ball, but it was kicked into the "cannibal tree"! Uncle Security once told us that this tree will eat people. Li Dudu and I both wanted to get the ball, but we were afraid of being eaten by the "cannibal tree" and walked around helplessly. Finally, after discussion, I went to get the ball. I have no choice, because I am taller than him, so I have to go.

The action to save the ball began. I was pushed to the "man-eating tree" by Li Dudu, and I gently climbed the ball out. I was so anxious that I kept jumping like a rabbit, for fear of disturbing the "cannibal tree" and being swallowed by them. I threw the ball to Li Dudu in horror, then climbed out in lightning speed and sat on the railing panting. Li Dudu asked me curiously, "Are you a man or a ghost?" "Of course I'm human!" "You're not dead?" I teased him: "Dead." "Then you still say that you are human?" "I am a dead man!"

Today, I can't help laughing when I think about it myself. There is no "man-eating tree" in the garden. It's just a trick that adults are afraid that children will go there to make trouble. At that time, we were so sure. ...

Autumn is the harvest season, and corn, sorghum, soybeans, mung beans and millet will fill farmers' empty houses. And my mother also harvested me in autumn, so I have a special liking for autumn, and I will never forget the taste of harvest.

When I was a child, my favorite thing was to peel corn particles. The whole family sat around a big basket, pulling home-cooked food and peeling rice grains, and their faces were filled with the joy of harvest. Everyone has a division of labor. Strong and agile people poke several grooves on the corn cob with awls. Weak women and children can easily peel it off. Soon, the ground was full of red or white corncobs.

There is also a faster way, that is, using a self-made corn husker with a handle on it, a bearing with a hole in the middle, and teeth welded with iron sheets there. Fix the machine on the stool, turn the crank with one hand and push the corn cob into the hole with the other. Grind off the corn grains, but in a few seconds, there are bare kernels left. A child like me likes this tool very much and plays with it as a toy.

The peeled corn kernels are dried and put in a big jar in an empty house. The jar is full. Tie a reed mat and put it on. Looking at the reed mat almost growing to the ceiling, my heart is so full and happy. Isn't that what farmers' families want?

Childhood fun excellent composition 13 childhood is like a drifting heavy rain, with countless raindrops; Childhood is like a painting, full of vitality; Childhood shines on us like stars in the sky. I believe everyone has a silly childhood, and I am no exception. I will introduce it to you today!

I remember when I was 4 years old, my brothers and sisters all came to pay New Year's greetings, and our family had New Year's Eve dinner. The scene is really lively! Brother and sister wear brand-new clothes to pay New Year greetings. Brother and sister are gentle and gentle, and the audience is in full swing.

Do you know which part I like best? Of course, it was dinner. I took a fancy to that big round watermelon at first sight. The big watermelon came, and I picked it up without saying anything, without even cutting it. Everyone laughed when they saw me wolfing down my food. I looked at everyone doubtfully and smiled awkwardly. Dad smiled and asked the waiter to cut the watermelon for me. Wow, watermelon with red pulp and black seeds looks delicious! I took a sip along the side, bah, how come there is no taste at all? Mom saw it and reminded me that you were eating watermelon skin. I tasted it again. Wow, it's so sweet! Everyone laughed again. This is my silly childhood. Is it funny?

What was your childhood like? Come and talk to me, I'm looking forward to it!

Excellent composition of childhood fun 14 What is childhood? Climbing trees in the mountains, catching fish in the water, singing and dancing, playing games ... everyone has his own colorful childhood fun, and I also have many childhood fun, one of which is very impressive. Let me tell you something!

Once, my family went to grandma's house to play. Grandma was very happy and took the vegetable basket to the vegetable field. Grandma lives in the country and grows many fresh and delicious vegetables. I was curious, so I followed. In the vegetable field, it is already thousands of miles away. I didn't seem to have seen the first dish my grandmother picked, so I asked her, "What is this dish?" It's so special! "Grandma told me that this is a' flying dragon dish'. If I eat it, I can fly. The more I eat, the higher I fly. My eyes lit up and I thought quickly: Then I can fly if I eat more, fly freely like a lovely bird, dance like a beautiful butterfly and fly like a magical the Monkey King. Ha ha ha ... I am daydreaming happily.

Finally, when dinner arrived, I ran to my seat at a sprint speed of 100 meters, wolfed down the dragon dish, and couldn't wait to find a tree that wasn't too high after dinner. I climbed up easily, staggered on the branches, and then jumped gently with my eyes closed, and my body kept falling. "What's the matter? Shouldn't it be floating? " It's over, it's over, and bang, I fell on all fours. I cried for help in pain. What a "little fool"

Childhood fun excellent composition 15 Speaking of childhood, it is a series of fun things. If you don't believe me, listen to me.

Lens one

When I was four, my parents went to work. Grandma is cooking, and I am idle, just thinking about what I can play. Soon, I took a fancy to the mascara on my mother's dressing table. How can I get it? I didn't understand until I moved a small chair. At that time, I couldn't wait to open the lid, put some to the east and some to the west, and then proudly looked in the mirror. Ah, is this still me? Obviously, "black-faced Zhang Fei" was at a loss when he was young. Fortunately, grandma found out at this moment and washed my face, which stopped my "downpour". It's embarrassing to think about it now.

Lens 2

One day, an "uninvited guest" came to the house. It turned out to be a beautiful rooster with a red comb and long feathers. Too proud. But then I heard that I was going to kill it, and I was very sad. I quickly stopped "I can't kill it", grandpa said humorously. "Well, I don't have to kill it, as long as it can lay eggs." I immediately ran to the rooster and said, "You must have one, or you will die." It ran away as if nothing had happened, and I sat in a chair depressed and had nothing to say. At this time, my grandmother came over and said with distress, "Silly child, how can a rooster lay eggs?" "No, it will be born." I say this, but my heart is not practical. Suddenly, a good idea occurred to me: I ran into the kitchen, took out the biggest egg from the refrigerator, put it under the rooster's stomach, and shouted, "the rooster lay eggs …" Grandpa ran out and said, "Hey, you little guy, are you doing something? Well, since you like it, stay and don't kill it. " "Yes! Long live! "

Although these interesting things have passed for a long time, I feel very happy every time I think about them. I hope I can always keep a childlike innocence.