Excellent childhood composition

In our daily life, everyone will be exposed to writing to some extent. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following are my excellent childhood compositions carefully arranged. Welcome to read and collect them.

Excellent composition in childhood 1 childhood is beautiful and happy. Childhood memories are like countless stars in the sky, but they are like an unforgettable ballad. In my childhood, the sky was always so blue, the grass was always so green, and birds flew happily and freely in the sky.

About my childhood, I still heard from my elders. They said I was fat when I was young, and I think it's because of my mother. Mom said that I was milked very early when I was a child, and then I drank almost a train of milk powder and ate about a catty or two of lobster a day. Now it sounds unbelievable! I grew up in Qingdao, and I am very excited when I talk about Qingdao. Because there is an endless sea, there is also a distinctive Laoshan Mountain, and the stones on the mountain are very smooth, giving people a feeling that they are about to roll down. There are many scenic spots such as trestle bridge and Little Qingdao. But what interests me most is the sea world there, where there are all kinds of fish. According to my father, when he took me there, he made me cry. But I'm not afraid now, but I'm still a little curious, hee hee!

Besides going to those places, my parents often take me to May 4th Square to play, drive cars and fly kites in the square. Now I know that my childhood was so colorful and colorful.

Although I can't remember what happened when I was a child, I can imagine how happy I was when I listened to what my elders said and looked at the photos! But these happiness are given by parents. Without them, I wouldn't have such a wonderful and happy childhood.

Father loves mountains and mother love the water. I will repay their love for me bit by bit. Although I can't repay them, I will try my best.

Childhood memories are really as many as shells on the beach, too many to remember!

Cry, who I want to touch, laugh and wake up. We have learned to grow up hard between pain and loss. -inscription

When I accidentally saw this sentence, some small feelings came to my mind. I don't remember how many times I cried or laughed. I only know that those tears and smiles take up a lot of time in the process of growing up, and then I know that crying and laughing are interdependent.

Everyone has their own unique side, everyone will have their own brand and beauty, but what I care about most is to have a smile, because a smile can communicate the friendship between people, eliminate the contradictions between people, and make people more harmonious and caring. It's great that we live in this world. A small act, such as a white lie, a faint smile and a simple word, can change a person's mentality, change a person's original goodwill and make each other deeply miss each other. Smile is often like a brush, adding color to our world. Life needs a smile, and a happy smile is the materialization of love, the crystallization of sincerity and the synonym of tolerance, even if the smile is only short-lived.

I remember a song, "Please take my song home, please leave your smile". Do you feel happy and warm when you get a bright smile? In fact, a smile is the warmth of the sun, and dark clouds can't cover the sun forever. The sun in my heart is rising quietly. Looking at things in another mood may be another result, isn't it?

I read an article called "I can't forget the beauty of your smile". Although the article has no gorgeous language, it has its advantages, and so does our life. We need to smile, because the smiling spring leaves traces of smiles in our hearts, and the sun rises above our heads. Even if the smile is short-lived, we still cherish it because it records the growth bit by bit. Comment: Yes, we can't forget Mona Lisa because of her smile. The thought of the article is profound and the language of the young author is mature.

Childhood life is like a flash of lightning, which flashes before our eyes. However, the interesting things of my childhood seem to be engraved in my mind and cannot be erased. Every time I think of them, I can't help laughing.

Once, my mother bought a big bag of vegetables and saw me lying on the sofa watching TV. She said, "Peng Er, why don't you go and help my mother wash the vegetables?" "good!" I readily agreed. Mom said that and went to the living room to watch TV. I walked into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables, including cabbage, on the platform. There are eggplant, three; There are tomatoes, five or six. I'm so stupid. I was told to wash so many dishes when I was in kindergarten class, really. "Ah, yes!" I shouted, doesn't mom usually put so many clothes in the washing machine to wash together? Then I won't do the same thing? Wait a minute, maybe mom will praise me! Thinking of this, I picked up Chinese cabbage and came to the washing machine. I stood on tiptoe to open the lid of the washing machine, carefully put the vegetables in, then cover it again, and finally press the power button. Listening to the sound of the washing machine starting, I sat there and thought with relish how smart I was. After a while, I thought, did you wash the dishes? Hey! These dishes don't need washing. After thinking about it, I got up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it. When I opened the lid of the washing machine, I looked, "Yeah!" It really surprised me. Where is the food? Look at the cabbage with "one army" left. Eggplant seems to have been bitten by a mouse, and it is black and blue. The tomatoes have disappeared ... I'm scared out in a cold sweat. what can I do? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, but I washed them like this. Really help me more and more! "Peng zi, is the food ready? I want to cook. " Mother walked into the kitchen and shouted. I was silent. "Oil your feet-run!" He went into his small room and locked the door. ...

I couldn't help laughing at the thought of this interesting childhood story. How naive I was when I was a child! As I grow older, I gradually understand that different things need different methods to achieve good results; Otherwise, the consequences will often be counterproductive or even out of control.

It's another autumn, and I really suddenly feel a kind of pain when I see my brothers and sisters wearing school uniforms that no longer belong to me. ......

My childhood was also spent there! I still remember that in my primary school life, there were so many sisters who made me happy to death and so many boys who made me angry. Do they still exist? Flowers bloom and fall. We have been apart for several months. Whenever I look back on the past six years, we sweated in the sun, laughed in the playground and cried together in the classroom. Now, it seems to be a dream. If possible, I want to live in it forever. That's the second volume of grade six, and we are about to graduate. We agreed to go to the square together this Sunday. At noon, after playing all morning, we sat under the bench under the tree and poured out our feelings to each other. "We are going to graduate, and we are going to separate." Such sad words come from a heartless little joy.

"Well, Jia Jie, Xiao Rong, Xiao Huan and Ding Ding, you can't forget me!" I smiled faintly, tears and sadness were beyond words.

"Uh-huh ~ I don't want to be separated from you, we want to be sisters for life! What is graduation? Go away! " Tintin cried. That was the first time we saw Tintin's tears. I think my eyes are very hot. I cried too. Looking back, it turned out that the two sisters were crying. "I don't want to go, I don't want to be separated from you." I cried, tears mixed with sweat dripping down. That day, we cried in the sun all afternoon. Ignore the amazing eyes of passers-by, ignore the sinister sunshine at noon.

Sometimes, sometimes, I really want to wake up at my desk and say to my deskmate in primary school, "Do you know? I had a long dream that I was in junior high school. "

Childhood is silly crawling, giggling, laughing, crying for toys, unwilling to go to school, free, carefree, ignorant, interesting and infinitely fun, which is a step to become an adult. I think curiosity is indispensable in childhood. In my childhood, curiosity was too much for a whole warehouse, too many to count. Let me give you a list here.

I believe that many children are as playful and naughty as I am, and like to do things that can't be done at all. It brings different fun to joke because of curiosity.

I remember one day when I was a child, I was at my grandfather's house and helped him water the flowers. Suddenly, I saw a bug that looked like a thorn on the stem of a rose. I touched it and it even bit me. I am very angry. Careful observation, more than one, almost all on the stalk. I decided to get rid of these bugs. I was afraid that these bugs would bite me, so I used insecticide. I sprayed it for a long time and it didn't fall off.

I changed my method. I took a knife to cut insects. When I take a closer look, the worm has no eyes and no wings. What is even more strange is that the worm has no blood and the top is round. I looked at it carefully and it turned out to be just a thorn.

Grandpa was infected by my funny way. He told me that roses have thorns because they want to protect themselves from the outside world. Curiosity can increase childhood knowledge. Now teenagers like us should strengthen their imagination, creativity and curiosity, so that they can be happy every day.

In my memory, childhood is a painting; In my memory, childhood is a dream; In my memory, childhood is a wonderful memory.

Of course, in my memory, I can't remember it clearly from birth, and I can barely remember it from kindergarten. I remember my best friend in kindergarten was Dong Kaini. Now she is in Class 4, Grade 4. And Liu Jingyi, also in Class 4, Grade 4. Now I can sometimes see Dankanyi and talk to her.

Further back, I can only think of fragments, and more is what my mother told me. One thing I can't say is my secret, but I can say the rest.

I like to toss and turn when I sleep. In my eyes, sleeping is like a dance performance. Once, it was clearly in front of me before going to bed at night, and it turned slowly at night. Wake up in the morning, huh? Head and feet upside down! Put a pillow on your back!

The next night ... before bed. Wake up in the morning, ah! Head to the wall, feet outward, how is that possible! Put a pillow in it! As a result, on the third night, I went straight down. For God's sake, I could only spread three blankets on the floor, with sheets on them and pillows on them, and sleep! How comfortable it is ...

I still remember that I just went to primary school, the first day of school. I don't want to go yet. Now I can't believe it. My good friend in kindergarten is far away from me now, but I have better friends again. How happy I am! I have friends everywhere, just like the song goes: "Friends walk together all their lives", right! Childhood is inseparable from friends, cherish your friends, childhood seems to be around.

Childhood memories are always beautiful, let's cherish childhood!

As childhood fades away, some deep memories will emerge. Childishness touches my heartstrings and hits my heart, reminding me of that sad morning in my childhood.

I was only nine years old then. I live at my grandmother's house. Just after nine o'clock in the morning, I got a call from my mother. On the other end of the phone, my mother said that my grandmother died. At that moment, I was shocked I hung up and hid in tears. I called my mother again and asked her to pick me up. I want to bury my grandmother and plant the flowers I have bought for her.

If my mother asks my aunt to pick me up, I will feel that the scenery in the car is not beautiful all the way. Grandma's smile appears in my mind from time to time. After several hours, I finally arrived at my grandmother's house and saw her coffin. I can't help crying. I put on my mourning clothes and knelt beside her coffin. Tears kept running across my face, recording the happy time I spent with my grandmother. At that moment, grandma's smiling face appeared before my eyes. The wrinkles on my forehead are arranged in three lines, and the bags under my eyes are much less with my smile. My eyes are shining with happiness, my nose is standing high, and my hand seems to have been scratched by grass, stabbed by a needle and cut by a knife. My tears seem to have dried up and I can't see everything in front of me clearly. My mother cried and picked up the photo of my grandmother, and my uncle carried the coffin. I heard the band playing funeral music, and my grandmother was about to be buried. I watched her last trip, and I threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears. ...

Everyone will die, and in my childhood, I experienced the death of the closest person, which made me fresh in my memory and unforgettable.

Childhood excellent composition 8 childhood, like a gurgling stream flowing slowly. In this stream, there are happy laughter, sad tears and shy voices ... but the most unforgettable thing is a ridiculous stupid thing I did when I was a child.

My grandmother keeps a lot of chickens. Look: "There are big cocks, kind and lovely old hens, and small and exquisite chicks ..." And my favorite is the big white hen, whose feathers are extremely white and temporary, and I rarely see a trace of mud. The most amazing thing is that this chicken can lay a double yellow egg every day regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and it tastes really delicious.

Once, I had a whim and wanted to touch this chicken at close range. Who knows, there was a "century war" between me and it.

In the first battle, I picked up a handful of corn and threw it at the chicken. I saw the great white hen coming triumphantly and chewing the corn slowly. I approached it quietly, but it jumped away with a loud cry, as if to say, "Do you want to touch me?" ! No way! "I have no choice but to walk away in despair.

In the second battle, I took a bug called "Chihuo", which was a chicken's favorite. I tried to touch it when it wasn't looking. But who knows that the white hen didn't come, but a lot of little-known old hens came to me. Some pecked at my hand, some pecked at my back ... I had to throw away the bugs and run away in a panic.

In the third battle, I was angry and thought: if you don't eat toast, you have to be hard. One night, I took the key to the henhouse and quietly opened the door on the pretext of going to my little friend. Suddenly, like a flat thunder, the chickens came to me ... not to mention the tragedy behind.

Childhood is the most precious time in the journey of life, and childhood events are often full of childlike interest and memorable. Looking back now, I was really naughty and cute when I was a child.

"Red, mom goes to buy food, you study hard at home!" "good!" I read the text aloud and emotionally. "Click", mother closed the door and went out. I'm still reading the text until I can't hear the engine sound of the car.

"Alas ..." I sighed deeply. "It's boring. I hate reading. It's not funny. I wish I had read comics. " I lie prone on my desk, staring blankly at the sky. Suddenly, I had a brainwave. Why don't I play computer for a while? Just thinking about me makes me laugh. "No, no!" I shook my head: "If mom comes back and finds out, it will be miserable." The smile on his face gradually disappeared, like a deflated balloon, listless. "Well, I really hope to turn it off before my mother comes back, but ..." I glanced at the computer when I was having a fierce ideological struggle, as if I saw a tune in the game Obi Island waving to me.

At this point, I am both excited and uneasy. I swallowed. Do I want to play or not? Finally, I couldn't resist the temptation to sit in front of the computer and turn it on in a hurry. I really don't want to waste a minute.

About half an hour later, I suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. "Whew", I quickly turned off the computer, sat back at the study desk and read the text aloud. Sure enough, "click", mom came back. "Hong, what are you doing?" "ah? Read! " "Well, you read the book backwards." "Oh, I'm ... I'm just endorsing. I was wrong. " At the moment, I'm sweating with guilt. "The mother went to cook." After my mother went into the kitchen, I thought, it's a good thing I didn't get caught, or it would be over.

There were many interesting things when I was a child, and everything reminded me that my mouth was rising. I really miss myself when I was a child!

Childhood excellent composition 10 childhood is a colorful dream, flying over the blue sky with a pair of lovely wings; It is also like a seasoning bag of life, with everything.

Some time ago, my sister kept coughing. When her mother was looking for medicine for her, she dug out a can of lemon cream from the depths of the cupboard. Mom said that when grandparents go out to work, grandma always eats this to cure cough. Speaking of it, mom is still a typical left-behind child. "Did you have a happy childhood?" My sister asked. "Of course!"

As soon as the mother started talking, she gushed, "We have very little homework. We will go home to feed pigs and chickens after school. After the summer vacation, we can die happily. A large group of students went up the mountain to pick wild fruits to eat. Our wild fruit at that time was absolutely non-toxic! As soon as I grabbed a handful of sweet hawthorn seeds, I took them off and stuffed them in my mouth. When you are satisfied, sleep under the tree, wake up and pick a basket of hawthorn seeds, go home and dry them for your parents to drink. "

That sounds really desirable. I seem to smell the sweetness of their summer vacation. Their dreams should all be sweet!

"Although we didn't have a mobile phone computer at that time, we could play a lot of things. We will pile together to play with flower ropes and rubber bands, the one I taught you to play last time. You are boring, but that's one of our few pleasures! We always play until we sweat and have fun, while tin frogs, we all scramble to play. Which like you now, the conditions are so good ... "

They are not as rich as we are, but richer than we are.

We have more toys and more electronic products, but there are too many, that's all that's left.

Wishing star on the desk, which I folded in my spare time in primary school, already has two thousand. In recent years, our spare time has been filled with mobile phones and homework, which makes us feel poor.

Childhood falls asleep like the bright moonlight outside the window. Whether childhood is poor or rich, even if we fail to live up to the good things, they are branded with simple marks in our memories and preserved as a part of our lives forever.

Excellent composition of childhood 1 1 Childhood is colorful, and children are as happy as a colorful dream. Although it is broken at the touch, it makes us cherish its existence more and more.

The childhood dream is pink, a dream country full of cute dolls, a place where every child's dream begins. They are happily spoiled under the care of their parents; They happily enjoy every minute of their childhood; They are comfortably dreaming their childhood dreams.

Childhood dreams are green, a free country full of vigor and vitality, and a place where every child can fly his dreams. They boldly set a great life ideal for themselves; They naively make plans for their ideals; They firmly believe that they can fulfill their present promises in the future.

Childhood dreams are purple, a mysterious country full of countless changes, a place where every child steps for his dreams. For their dreams, they are constantly changing the trajectory of their steps; They are willing to endure their dreams again and again; They tirelessly pursue the track of their dreams.

This is childhood, loved by my family, led by my dreams, spreading my wings for my dreams. Even if such a childhood can't realize that dream, I will tell myself that childhood is full, a happy country full of happy memories and brave pursuit, and a memory puzzle that will never fade in this life.

There are too many unexpected joys, too many beautiful moments and too many warm touches in our childhood. We use dreams to realize our existence and childhood to realize our dreams.

We all had a happy childhood, had a happy childhood of our own, and didn't regret the innocence at that time. We only care about the beauty of that time, not the brevity of happiness. Childhood is a dream, a dream that we don't want to wake up. Cherish childhood, let childhood have no regrets, no pain, no sadness, and let childhood be full of happiness forever. Our childhood is our own master.

Excellent childhood composition 12 with the rain dripping from time, make a cup of tea and taste the memories of the old days. Which moment fascinates you the most? Who broke that carefree summer?

Parents often say that childhood is a poetic topic, a nostalgic world, and the madness of shooting birds in trees and fishing in rivers after school ... Although we know astronomy and geography, we can't feel the shining light in their eyes.

A picture has become the object of hot discussion: the picture is divided into two parts. In the first half, a little boy wore tights and kept company with blue sky and white clouds. Everyone can read the happiness like a flower from his eyes. He is free and happy. He bloomed a different fragrance in his own world. In the second half, piles of books were scattered all over the floor, as if pulling Superman back to the ground.

Ma Yun said that the ideal is full and the reality is very skinny. Parents lead their children in the mountains and rivers of books, and every innocent face with glasses has become a praised Baidu encyclopedia.

A word that exploded on WeChat, son, I would rather owe you a happy childhood than see your miserable adulthood! I don't know how many parents I hit. In this era of knowledge explosion, manpower is getting cheaper and cheaper. If you want to survive in this seemingly unremarkable but turbulent society, you must have knowledge, otherwise no one will tell you.

I still like to hear a sentence: it is not intelligence that determines the fate between people, but "willpower"!

Thanks to the sweat soaked in my childhood, I can work hard and face it more calmly. I hope my childhood will not be wasted and I will not be timid. I am the only one who works hard-a time without regrets.

13 The interesting things that happened in childhood are like stars in the night sky, flashing. Now I will pick the biggest and brightest star, so that everyone can share the happiness of childhood with me!

When I was a child, my mouth was the most greedy at home. My parents often said that I was "full of bad water". Because of these two characteristics, I made a lot of jokes.

That time, I was enjoying my candy, but my father told me to go to bed. How can a father "push and pull"? I still hold the handle of the sofa. So, my father called his mother for help. I was shocked and quickly said, "OK, I'll go to bed now!" " Dad gave me a proud look. I made a face at him, stole an Alps while he was not looking, and then unwillingly "slept". I lay in bed, quietly tore open the wrapping paper and slowly put the sugar into my mouth. Wow, how sweet!

Just as I was immersed in sweet happiness, I slowly fell into a sweet dream. I dreamed that I came to a world of candy. Everything in it is made of sugar. I licked the houses, trees and grass here and took a bite there. Later, I felt a small ball in my stomach and felt uncomfortable all over. I was so anxious that I cried on the candy floor. I woke up and found it was a dream, so I lay down at ease. Suddenly, I felt something was missing from my mouth. Where is my candy?

My parents were awakened by me. Seeing me crying in bed, they asked me what had happened. I said hesitantly, "My candy, the candy I ate when I slept last night, is gone."

Hardly had I finished when my parents burst out laughing. "Silly boy, sugar will melt in your mouth!"

I think this is childlike interest! Every time I think about it, I can't help laughing for a while!

Excellent childhood composition 14 Everyone has a happy childhood, which is unforgettable. People often deal with numbers, and there are many numbers. What would it be like if childhood and numbers were combined? Yes! It is my digital childhood.

Don't get me wrong, everyone has a digital childhood, and every digital childhood is unforgettable and countless.

Age: 3 years old Quantity: 8

Digital expression: all-round prestige

I was in a small class in kindergarten at that time. Although I am so young, I am awesome in my class! I don't know why, I didn't do anything or bully others. But some children in my class are particularly afraid of me, and some even worship me. Another time, my father's friend Uncle Du Bing and my father were chatting happily. At that time, I was not sensible and thought that Du Bing was quarreling with my dad. I want to avenge my father. I picked up a brick and rushed over. Everyone around me was shocked. I ran to Uncle Du Bing, picked up a brick and was about to smash it, but my father stopped me.

Age: four years old Quantity: ten years old

Numbers stand for: very happy.

When I was four, I was really happy. I am very happy every day, as if the world has given me too much, and as if I were in paradise on earth. Just let me tease me, and I will laugh for one day. I am really a happy boy.

Age: eleven-Number: two

Digital representation: word for word.

As I get older, I become more generous and not as stingy as before. We have to bring cardboard in art class, but she won't give it. But she forgot something in a class not long after, so I lent it to her generously. I've helped many people, so I won't talk about them one by one.

This is my happy digital childhood. What was your digital childhood like?

When I was at school, I always had a bright smile on my face, but no one could understand the hidden pain in my heart.

When I was a child, I always felt like a poor child, and everything was always so unhappy. Fate always avoids me. On the contrary, jinx is always on call, even uninvited. Even my closest parents always hurt my self-esteem. Until later, when I was tortured to pieces, the best friend in my life-cartoonist He appeared in front of me, inspiring me to "climb" forward.

Adults always say that reading comics is not good, but in my opinion, there is no harm.

For example, my favorite book, Breaking the Sky. I often fantasize that I am a hero "Xiao Yan!" Because he has a father who cares about him in every way, a short but unforgettable maternal love, a sister who has been silently taking care of him behind his back, and a group of affectionate and righteous good brothers. Oh, by the way, there is also a highly skilled master who really teaches him.

With the support of this group of "strongest relatives and friends", the hero stood at the peak of the world.

However, like us, his life was not smooth sailing. When he was a child, he lost his favorite mother. Later, for some reason, he became a waste and suffered greatly. Later, through his continuous efforts, he was dubbed as a "genius".

After reading this book, I was filled with emotion. Although it's just a fantasy novel, it still benefits me a lot.

Among them, the hero's sentence: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and the poor!" It's more memorable to me

I will use this sentence to urge myself to look at the world optimistically, because I will always be unique and irreplaceable.