Childhood fun 10 composition 350 words

Childhood stories are like footprints, one after another, and there is an interesting thing hidden in each footprint. The following is a selection of 10 compositions compiled by me, with a perfect score of 350 words. I hope you like them.

Childhood fun 350-word perfect composition 1

Childhood is everyone's best memory. In this memory, some things make people moved and some things make people happy, but I did something that made people laugh.

When I was three years old, my mother bought a new mobile phone, which looked beautiful to me at that time. Every time I want to play, my mother always won't let me, lest I break it. The opportunity for this day has finally come. My mother and I are taking a nap. When we were sleeping, she put her mobile phone on the table. While my mother was asleep, I slipped out of bed and picked up my mobile phone to play around. Suddenly I saw the black screen of the mobile phone stained with oil, and the beautiful white shell was no longer white. I thought my mother always cleaned up my dirty toys. "The mobile phone has been used. Should it be cleaned?" I thought like this. Before I came to the tap, I turned it on, washed my mobile phone, put soap in it, and finally washed it in the water. After a while, I was sweating profusely, and water splashed all over me, but my mobile phone was brand-new, and the dirty white shell became shiny. I was so happy that I climbed into bed wearing the clothes I tried on, thinking about my mother's surprised eyes and praise language when she woke up, and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, I was awakened by the sound of "ah", and then I saw my mother holding a wet mobile phone and asking me, "What's the matter? Did you do it? " Hearing this, I smiled naively at her and said something that made her crazy: "I washed it for you, look, how clean it is!" " "

After what he said, my mother ignored me and blew her cell phone with a hair dryer. Sadly, the phone is completely soaked and can't be saved. My mother was sitting on the sofa in tears, but I still didn't know what I had done wrong. After this incident passed, my mother told me about it, and I realized what a serious mistake I had made! Every time my mother said it, her eyes showed a very distressed look, but I thought it was very funny. I kept thinking, "Fortunately, I was still young at that time, otherwise I would have been beaten!"

Haha, this is the whimsical me, the bits and pieces of my childhood, the best memories.

Childhood fun 350 words full mark composition 2

Childhood is unforgettable, childhood fun is precious, and childhood memories are clear and touching.

It's really funny to open the door of memory and recall all kinds of anecdotes when I was a child.

I remember when I was three years old, my mother said she would take me back to my grandmother's house. I am so happy that I can finally have a little friend to play with me. I will never be locked in the house talking to toys because my parents are at work.

When I got to my grandmother's house, I forgot to say hello to my grandparents when I got off the bus, so I went to my neighbor's Pangsan, and the dog left them to play. Who knows that they are not at home, very depressed, with their heads down, like hay in autumn, and have no spirit to go to grandma's house. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. "Who scattered black dates all over the floor?" I asked myself. Look up and see that no one is around. Bend down and pick them up one by one. This is my favorite dried fruit. Soon, I picked up a bag of black dates. He happily pushed open the door of grandma's house. "Grandma, grandma, I'm rich. I picked up a bag of dates." My uncle ran to grab my pocket, and I grabbed my coat pocket. "I won't give it to you, there are still outside." As soon as my uncle let go, I ran directly to my grandmother's arms. My grandmother said, "Little Doudou, can you let my grandmother eat one?" Reluctantly took out one, and my grandmother reached out and took a look. My eyes narrowed into a line with laughter, and tears were still hanging in the corners of my eyes. At this time, the master and mother came over and couldn't help laughing. My second-year monk was puzzled, looked at them straight and smiled. At this time, my uncle also came back from the outside. "Why didn't I see black dates?" Grandma reached out and said, "I'll give it to you!" " My uncle laughed when he saw it. My mother stifled a smile and said to me, "This is sheep dung, not black dates. You can't eat it." Looking back now, I'm still snickering.

I came to my grandma's house the next day, and I went to the field to weed with her. Before I leave, I want to take a hoe. Grandma refused to give me a leek sickle. I followed my grandmother like a small tail, twisting my ass from time to time, which attracted praise from passers-by. Came to the venue, "how big! So green! " Grandma began to hoe the ground, and I began to look around. In the distance, a group of goats are grazing on the hillside, and old cows are plowing nearby. The crying is still so clear and sweet. I looked up at the white clouds, and an unknown bird flew overhead, reaching for one and looking down at the new green. Hey, isn't that leek? I like leek jiaozi best. Why don't you cut some and ask grandma to wrap jiaozi for me? Just do it, and without saying hello to grandma, pick up the leek sickle and cut it. After a while, I cut a big bundle, took off my coat, wrapped the leek and smiled sweetly at my work. Happy to run to grandma, "grandma, grandma, I want to eat leek jiaozi." Grandma said, "OK, OK, when I finish weeding, I will go home and pack jiaozi." "I want leek stuffing." "Silly child, where there is leek now! Get it in the city. " "You see, this is not all leeks? Grandma lied and didn't want to pack leeks for me to eat in jiaozi. " I pointed to it and rubbed it back and forth on my grandmother, sprinkling jiao. Grandma hahaha smiled, "This is not leek, this is wheat seedling, silly child." I was shocked and knew that I had made a fool of myself again. At this time, grandma also hoes the ground where I cut the leek. "Hey, how come there are no wheat seedlings here? Who put the livestock here? " Grandma looked up and found my coat bulging, so she opened it. "Little Doudou, how did you cut wheat seedlings and eat white flour this year!" Grandma stared at me as if I were a bad person. Grandma has never treated me like this. I was scared at that time, and I was in tears. I also quibbled in my mouth: "I thought it was leek, I didn't mean to …" The crying alarmed the dog mother who was weeding in the field. "Don't cry, where have the children in the city seen wheat seedlings?" Mother dog coaxed me and persuaded grandma. "Don't cry, grandpa is going to spank you now, and leeks and wheat seedlings can't be separated." Grandma cursed loudly. I stopped crying, but my nose was still wheezing and I felt greatly wronged. At that time, we played with Dog Lefty and Fat Sam. When we were in trouble, they all called me "greedy cat, you can't tell the difference between wheat seedlings and leeks." From then on, the nickname "greedy cat" was born. Until now, grandma's family called me "greedy cat".

I often play with Pang San and the dog. I remember once, the three of us rode horses on the lawn outside the village and had a good time. I feel anxious. "I can't, I can't ..." I looked around and saw that there was no toilet, and my face turned red. Before they came to their senses, they peed in my trouser pocket. When they saw it, they said loudly, "Little Bean, you have no face. You've peed your pants. Small beans, shameless, big enough to pee your pants ... "I bowed my head shyly and said," I'm in a hurry. Is there a toilet nearby? What can I do? " "Silly boy, take off your pants to pee? What are you looking for a toilet for? This urine is fertilizer. " "I don't know." They insisted, "Little Bean, you have no face. You've peed your pants. Little bean, shameless, you still pee your pants when you are so big ... ""I won't play with you. " I cried and ran back to my grandmother's house.

In a blink of an eye, I have lived in my grandmother's house for more than half a year. My parents are busy with work and can't leave. I sent a box of apples to my grandmother. I secretly opened the box. Why did my mother give my grandmother green apples? Mom said: red apples are sweet and delicious, and they are the best. Unless mom buys it earlier, the apple is not ripe yet, is it? How can grandma eat such an apple? Well, why don't I give the apples to grandma when they are ripe? So I secretly took some apples, called Dog Lefeng and Fat San, and discussed how to ripen the apples. The dog left a paintbrush, and Pang San found the red dye. The three of us kept our word, and three times five divided by two turned several green raw apples into red ripe apples. Looking at our proud pioneering work, we smiled happily. Grandma saw the apple box open and thought that my uncle had stolen the apple, so she called my uncle's name loudly. I rushed out to tell my grandmother that my uncle didn't steal apples. We are boiling apples and then give them to you. This green apple is not delicious. Grandma came to my room and looked at it: "hey, you silly children are quite capable of playing tricks." If you paint the apple red, will it ripen? " This kind of green apple is a new variety, crisp and sweet, and more delicious than red apples! How to eat it after dyeing it? "We looked down. Grandma saw that we bowed our heads and said nothing, so she went to get some green apples and stuffed them for each of us. "Give it a try! Reward you for this filial piety. "We all smiled with green apples.

It's the Spring Festival, and I've been at my grandmother's house for a year unconsciously. Mom and dad came back to visit grandma's house together and brought a lot of delicious food. After reading this, you will say that I, a greedy cat, always miss food. In fact, what makes me most happy is that my parents brought a camera, and I watched it for a long time. I remember that grandma put on brand-new clothes that day, took family photos, life photos, and photos of our three little friends. Everyone is very happy and eager to see themselves in the photos as soon as possible. Dad said that some folks came to write Spring Festival couplets today, and I will take them to the city to wash them when I am free tomorrow, so that everyone can look at the photos. Because the New Year is coming in China, adults are very busy, and each is busy. My father wrote couplets, my mother cut clothes for the little girl next door, and even my grandmother made tofu for the neighbor, leaving us three good partners. Grandma told us not to waste when she left, and we all agreed with one voice. We played for a while, and Pang San said, "How can your father take the camera to the city to wash it? Why not wash it at home? " I said, "Yes, let's have a wash, so that we can see ourselves in the photo earlier?" I took out my camera and the dog turned on the tap. I washed my camera at the faucet and my arm ached. I said to Pang San, you can wash it with it. Pang San washed it for a long time, but there is still no shadow of the photo. Let the dog wash with it. We took turns washing all afternoon, and the sun was almost setting, but I didn't even see the shadow of the photo. I was depressed when my father came back. "Stop it, what are you doing?" "develop the photos." I said it first. "Photos can't be developed like this." Dad explained to us in detail how to develop photos. It suddenly dawned on the three of us, and at that time, we were speechless, our eyes were opposite, our mouths were wide open and our tongues were sticking out. A stupid thing happened again.

Although we have grown up and the stupid things of childhood are gone forever, those stupid things of childhood still remain in our hearts.

Childhood stories are endless, childhood fun is ridiculous, and childhood partners haunt dreams. Although we are far away from childhood, although we don't see each other often, although we are parents, our childlike innocence, Meng Tong and childlike interest will remain forever.

Childhood fun 350 words full mark composition 3

Memories of childhood fun are like stars in the sky, countless. There is one thing that I think is very interesting.

Once, we had a "guest" who made our whole family angry and worried-a mouse. Angry because: it messed up our house and scared us several times; Worried because:

(1) We are afraid that it will bite our ears when we are asleep, which is what we are most worried about;

(2) I'm afraid it will eat my food and make it dirty.

So we plan to arrest him and bring him to justice. We have made two sets of plans:

(1) Put some food outside the window to lure it out;

(2) directly capture and destroy it.

Let's use the first plan. In the evening, dad put pumpkin seeds outside the window and opened the window. The next day, the pumpkin seeds were really eaten. We closed the window and put the pumpkin seeds indoors. As a result, the pumpkin seeds disappeared the next day, indicating that the mouse did not go out. After trying for several days, it proved that the first scheme failed. The mouse is really smart now, so we have to adopt the second plan-arrest it.

Dad put things in order one by one, and finally found some movement in a carton. Dad carefully took the carton to the living room and closed the doors of all the rooms. Dad knocked out the carton with a stick, and the mouse was startled and jumped out at once-what a big mouse, really fat. We hit the mouse with a stick crazily, and the mouse jumped up and down. For a while, it jumped under the sofa, hid in the TV cabinet, and hid on the curtain cloth ... The timid mother was very scared, and she hid in the room. Dad came up with an idea: he found a boot, set a trap for the mouse to get in, and then we chased the mouse. It really fell into the trap and got in. Unfortunately, the boots were too short, and the mouse came out again before we could step on them. The clever mouse never got through the "boot trap" again. Then, my father asked me to drive away the mouse, he was responsible for trampling the mouse to death, and my mother was responsible for listening to the good news that the mouse was dead. I drove the mouse near my father, who hurriedly stepped on it. It's really "a blind cat meets a dead mouse"-he stepped on it. After the mouse was eliminated, I breathed a long sigh of relief-I can finally sleep well today.

Has your family ever caught mice like this? This is really an unforgettable childhood fun!

Childhood fun composition 4 350 words.

According to my mother, I was very funny when I was a child: black hair, chubby face, white and tender, like a "flour dumpling", everyone loved me. Coupled with a pair of particularly smart black eyes, it is even more pleasing. Mom took out the photo and I really looked at it. My favorite is this picture of my mother holding me in a hammock.

I was arguing, but my mother told me the story of my childhood. After my repeated pleading, my mother finally agreed. Mom said, "When you were young, you were crying when you watched your mom and dad bathe you and attached a video of you kissing you!" " ""why? " I asked, "because you think your father and I will report other people's children!" "Just like you are now." I also heard my grandmother say something about my childhood: I slept on the sofa during my nap, but I don't know why I ran under the sofa for no reason. My grandmother came out of the room and found me missing. She searched the whole house at once, but she couldn't find me. Finally, my grandmother heard my snoring and found me. Another time was when I was learning to walk: my grandmother took me to the park to play. I saw a butterfly and wanted my grandmother to help me catch it, but she let me catch it myself. I took off my coat and went after the butterfly.

Looking at the photos of me growing up bit by bit, I think of my mother's hard work. I grow up day by day, but my mother grows old day by day. Thought of here, my eyes moist.

The fun of childhood, everything is like a colorful shell, these colorful shells hold up my colorful childhood!

Childhood fun composition five 350 words out

If life is colorful, then childhood is the most beautiful. Yes, childhood is beautiful, because there are many innocent memories in childhood, which are worth remembering when you grow up.

Speaking of my childhood, like most people, I am carefree and reckless. I have a smiling face every day, which is undoubtedly happy. I remember that among many interesting things, there is a bright moon in front of the window that I can't forget.

It was a hot summer afternoon, and the burning sun seemed to vent its anger and scorch the earth. All the creatures looked listless, and the dog stuck out its tongue in front of the door and gasped. There were few pedestrians along the way. Yes, who wants to go out in such hot weather?

I am no exception, so I have to stay at home, but how can I resist being active? Always looking for some mischief to do.

At this time, I saw grandpa snoring on the sofa, apparently sleeping soundly, and a prank idea rose in my mind.

I quickly found a comb, began to help grandpa comb his hair, and then tied a few pigtails. Ha, caught grandpa who doesn't cut his hair very much. After tying it, I felt something was missing, so I picked up red chalk and drew a circle on his face. When it was all over, I went back to my room excitedly.

When grandpa woke up, it was about four o'clock in the afternoon, when grandpa was playing chess with his neighbors.

But as soon as he arrived at the door, passers-by began to laugh at him, which puzzled him. At this time, grandpa Zhang, a neighbor, was about to play chess with grandpa. Seeing this, he laughed: "Teacher Chen, are you going to rejuvenate?" After listening, grandpa seems to realize something. He quickly picked up the mirror at home and looked at it. He only remembers that he was embarrassed to go out for several days.

Time has passed, and I still regard it as grandpa's laughing stock. Every time I made everyone laugh, Grandpa ignored me and echoed everyone's laughter when he saw that everyone was so happy.

Childhood fun 350 words full mark composition 6

What happened in childhood, like bright pearls, is loved. Today, let me show you two brightest and most beautiful pearls!

I lived in the country when I was a child. One day, I heard the word "airplane" on the radio, and I heard the principle of airplane flight. I am curious. I suddenly had the idea of building a plane, and I kept my word. I immediately ran to call my friend to discuss the great "plan to build an airplane". When they heard about my new plan, they hit it off and began to plan ours with great interest.

The next day, we came to the henhouse and caught a rooster. We both sat on it and shouted, "fly!" " "However, this chicken was pinned to the ground by us and only screamed there. After the first test flight failed, we all agreed that it was a broken "plane", so we caught the biggest chicken in the henhouse, sat on it again and shouted, "Fly! "But this chicken is not much better than the first one. My friends and I are very depressed. Why can't our plane fly? Suddenly, I remembered that I had seen a picture of the back of a rocket on fire when it was launched. I am so excited that I seem to have discovered a new continent. " Yes, yes, it must be like this! "I hurried back to the house and took out matches and a bottle of sesame oil. My little friend holds the chicken tightly. I poured sesame oil on the chicken's ass and lit a match. The chicken immediately glowed, and the frightened chicken broke free and ran screaming all over the yard. Grandpa heard something moving and ran over. Seeing this scene, he asked, "Mouse, what's going on?" I said, "I heard the flying" chicken "on the radio the other day, so ..." Grandpa is really in distress situation, and he told me seriously what the flying "chicken" is about. It suddenly dawned on me that this is the most regretful expression for the chicken who has contributed to human space flight.

Another time, my mother forced me to wash vegetables in order to let me learn to do housework. I'm holding a vegetable basin, and I don't want to. Suddenly I saw the washing machine next to me, and it occurred to me that maybe the washing machine could help me wash seaweed. I quickly poured different kinds of fruits and vegetables into the basin, put some laundry detergent, turned on the switch, and I played. After a while, the washing machine made a noise and I ran happily. Except for a broken apple, everything else has disappeared completely, and there are still some pomace on the wall of the washing machine. At this moment, I saw my mother walk into the door from a distance. "It's over, she's back." I was shocked. I'd better go first! I rushed into my room at Ferrari speed, and the door was locked tightly.

Childhood passed like this, but what happened at that time is still deeply imprinted in my mind.

Childhood fun 350 words full mark composition 7

I have done many stupid things, but I think the most ridiculous thing is that I drank soy sauce.

When I went to my grandmother's house for dinner, I cooked a lot of favorite dishes on the table, and my saliva could not help but flow into a waterfall. But looking around, I didn't see any drinks, and I thought, "delicacies" can't match "drinks"! Usually there are drinks for dinner. You must have forgotten to take them out!

I suddenly remembered that there was a bottle of coke on the bed when I was playing just now, so I rushed into the room. I didn't see any coke on the bed. I rummaged through the bed, but there was still no trace. Was it taken into the kitchen? I went to the kitchen to look around again, look around, hey, here it is! There is a bottle of coke in the cupboard!

I rushed forward, poured the coke into the cup and took a long drink. I spit out this big mouthful before I swallowed it. "Dad, this coke is broken. They are all salty! " I yelled at my father. Dad looked at the bottle in my hand and couldn't help laughing: "This is a soy sauce bottle!" " "Then everyone in the room laughed. I smiled shyly, too.

It's been a long time, but until now I can't help laughing when I see soy sauce or coke.

Childhood fun 350 words full mark composition 8

Childhood is colorful, childhood is colorful, childhood is happy and warm, and there have been many interesting things worth remembering. Among them, what impressed me the most was learning something from my grandmother. Looking back now, I will laugh and feel stupid.

When I was 5 years old, my parents sent me to the countryside and asked my grandparents to take care of me for a while.

One day, my grandmother and I came to the vegetable garden to grow wheat. I saw grandma sowing wheat seeds in the field, and a lot of wheat would grow the next year.

Seeing grandma's wheat, I had a whim to grow candy. I carefully selected, dug a hole and buried the candy. I water and fertilize candy every day, looking forward to it.

After a long time, I found that no sugar had grown, and all the sugar I planted was rotten, which made me cry.

I didn't know until I grew up that candy can't be grown. Childhood is full of fun and joy.

Childhood fun 350 words full mark composition 9

With the growth of age, people reach middle age in a blink of an eye I want to laugh when I think of those funny things when I was a child. It is so beautiful and happy, it is so unforgettable and unforgettable. Although decades have passed, it is still clear, just like what happened yesterday. Although there is bitterness, although life is so hard, today's memories are sweet.

The village we live in is at the foot of Xiaoxing 'an Mountains, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with green mountains and green waters, long grass and flying warblers, and behind it is a small hill covered with dense larches, all kinds of messy trees and many wild plants and medicinal materials. When you walk into the Woods in summer, you will see squirrels playing and jumping on the trees, and many birds standing on the branches singing. The bushes are full of wild medicinal materials such as Huanghuazi, mushrooms, sour ginger, sorghum fruit, Fritillaria, wild leeks and other natural delicacies, and nests of wild birds' eggs can often be found in the grass.

At the foot of the mountain is a large meadow, and the dense Ursula grass is endless. All kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, and a hundred birds contend. Next to the village, a tower is covered with weeds, and many frogs, wood frogs, grasshoppers and grasshoppers are jumping around in the grass. A clear river twists and turns like a staff in the middle of the meadow, playing a quiet and natural movement, quiet and peaceful. Only when you walk into the countryside can you feel the natural sky, so blue, white clouds so white, sky blue and grass green, listening to the natural voice, simple and free and easy.

In the village where I live, I have many friends around me. We go to school together, go up the mountain and down the river together, and pick mushrooms and sorghum fruits together. Slowly, I became the king of the children. When you go out, you have friends to protect you. Every time I fish, I catch the most and give it to my friends. At that time, there were few toys, unlike children now. At that time, there were only a few things, such as playing glass balls, throwing mud bubbles, playing devils in ditches with wooden knives and guns, skating in winter, skating with skaters, climbing the snow-capped mountains behind the house and sliding down on sledges.

Then there is acting. I play the emperor, the girl next door is my queen, and the boy next door is my bodyguard to protect me. Being carried by my partners, prostrating myself in worship, sitting on the dragon chair built for me, that is, the throne made of old wooden stakes, I really felt the feeling of being an emperor and standing on top. Since then, I have command ability and skills.

In a blink of an eye, the girl next door became my sister-in-law and the boy next door became my brother-in-law. Now I understand that they are foresight and advantages. It turns out that they are the people who have been lurking around me, undercover for a long time, and infiltrated our home.

Although I am far away from my hometown and living in a bustling city now, it is really unforgettable to recall interesting things when I was a child.

Childhood fun 350-word perfect composition 10

Childhood in memory is always so sweet! A five-cent popsicle, a 20-cent ice cream, and spring thunder oil that can be quietly applied occasionally, because that is mom's exclusive. Every time I climb the haystack to catch ants after school, I take away my youth and leave joy behind.

I vaguely remember that milk ice cream was most sought after by us at that time, of course, because it was a greedy cat, and summer days could not be separated from ice cream! Watching my classmates eat every day makes me want to eat. However, my mother forbids me to eat every day. Because I was in poor health when I was a child, I coughed easily. How can my mother give me money to buy ice cream every day? Watching other students also take their eggs to school to change ice cream. I have a good feeling, too. I think about how to take an egg to school every day.

I thought of the henhouse. In those days, I went to the henhouse every day after school to see if I could find an egg. That day, the hen just finished laying and came out of the henhouse. I immediately took the eggs out of the henhouse. I was so happy! Eggs are already available, but taking them to school is also a problem. I'm afraid mom will find out! So, I found a piece of paper and wrapped the eggs in it. All right, you're done! I quietly hid the eggs in my schoolbag. I was very excited when I went to school the next day. The thought of eating ice cream after school in the afternoon made me happy all morning.

Finally, after school, I opened my bag and looked at it. God, a big piece of yellow egg liquid in my schoolbag is yellow, even on the book. Needless to say. My egg is broken. Textbooks have also suffered, and ice cream can't be eaten. Thinking of this, I feel anxious and my heart is broken. I dare not go home either, for fear of being scolded. When the sun goes down, I walk home slowly. When I walked to the village entrance, I found my mother at the village entrance. She looked anxiously. When she saw me, she immediately took me into her arms and asked me where I had been and what I had done. I didn't say anything before being taken home. The schoolbag was opened by mother, and mother understood everything. My mother said to me, "Son, it's not that I'm not allowed to eat, but that I can't eat." My tears came out at once, and I couldn't tell whether I was sad or moved.

Memories of childhood are fragmentary. Such as starlight and flowers. It always flashes through my mind in our casual moments, pulling my thoughts and memories. The fun of childhood is like a pearl, which adorns my beautiful dreams and carries the joy of my childhood.

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