The composition of childhood is about 550 words.

In study, work and life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so you are familiar with it. We can gather our scattered thoughts together through composition. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is a 550-word sixth-grade composition about my childhood fun, for reference only. Welcome to reading. 1 Many things happened in my childhood, some made me sad, some embarrassed, and some made me smile through tears. I remember one noon in the third grade, my mother was cooking and I was reading carefully. Suddenly, my mother shouted, "Ah, Chen Siyu, come here." This voice brought me back to reality from my dream world. I ran to my mother like a gust of wind, looked at her body carefully and asked with concern, "Are you hurt?" I looked my mother up and down, and she wasn't hurt! Did mom lie to me? I asked doubtfully, "What happened to mom?" My mother was a little embarrassed and said, "I … I … also … just don't have any material." I went back to my room with peace of mind and said to myself, "It ruined people's dreams, but it doesn't matter, I can continue." Not for a few minutes. My mother ran to the door of my room again and said, "Will you go down and buy me a scarf?" I paused and said, "OK." My mother gave me some money. I took a walk while reading with money. I accidentally bumped into someone. I quickly said "sorry" and ran into the mall. I looked at the shopping mall and finally found a place to sell scarves. Why does my mother want me to buy a scarf at this time? I thought about it. Anyway, hurry home and read. I bought a scarf, came home panting and said loudly to my mother, "Mom gave it to you. What do you want to buy?" I put my scarf on the sofa and went back to my room to read. In less than three seconds, my mother came up angrily, and I thought, Is the color I bought inappropriate? Mom doesn't like it? She roared like a dinosaur: "I told you to buy monosodium glutamate, not a scarf." Hearing this, I couldn't help laughing, and my mother was amused by me. This incident when I was a child was really interesting! I will laugh when I grow up. In my colorful childhood, there are many unforgettable "firsts", such as making tea for the first time, singing Beijing opera for the first time, playing table tennis for the first time ... However, the most impressive thing is the first time to iron the book cover with an iron. I remember when I was in the first grade, my mother bought me some colorful plastic book covers with some pictures of Altman printed on them. You know, Altman was my favorite anime character at that time, because he was invincible. But after a few days, several clearly visible wrinkles appeared on the cover of the book, and I was very sad. I was depressed to see my mother ironing the wrinkled clothes with an electric iron. At this moment, I found a bright lamp in the dark. I thought: since the electric iron can iron clothes so smoothly, can't I iron the book cover? In this way, when my mother put the iron on the table, I quietly walked to the table, carefully picked up the iron and pressed it on the cover of the book, but at the same time I was afraid of making a noise to disturb my mother. I only heard a "cheep-cheep". I was stunned at first, and then I saw a big iron mark on the cover of the book. I cried with a loud "wow-". Then my mother ran over and asked, "What's the matter, son?" I said intermittently, "My Austria … Altman was eaten by … the iron monster!" " Then I burst into tears again. My mother smiled and said, "Silly boy, don't you know that plastic will melt when it meets high temperature?" Think about it, if the plastic book cover touches the electric iron, can it not burn iron marks? " Mom smiled again. So I stopped crying and nodded incredulously. Until now, I can't help laughing when I think of this ridiculous and interesting stupid thing. Forgive my youth and ignorance. But after laughing, I understand a truth: no matter what you do in the future, you should think twice and don't do such stupid things again. My mind is like the sea of Wang Yang, and the interesting things in it are like countless coral stones, big and small, grotesque and so on. Then I'll choose a big and beautiful coral stone for you to enjoy now! This "coral stone" records a thing that I remember vividly. I was only five years old that year, and I was very curious. I dared to play with anything and touch anything. I have no idea how to write the word "fear". Even so, there is one thing my parents say is hanging, and that is fire! Chai! Box! Mom said playing with matchboxes would wet the bed, which made my hair stand on end and gave me goose bumps all over the floor. However, driven by curiosity, I must get to the bottom of it. "Happiness" came so suddenly that my mother finally went out. I ran to the kitchen like lightning, and with lightning speed, I picked up the matchbox and ran to the open space. Then, carefully pinch out a match, aim it at the side of the box and wipe it gently. "Angry" ... "Little boy" was furious. I quickly blew it with my mouth, threw down the matchbox and ran away, feeling both happy and regretful. In a blink of an eye, it was already ten o'clock at night. My mother saw that I was absent-minded and asked, "What's the matter with you? Why don't you sleep? " I stammered out what had happened. "Mom, I won't really wet the bed, will I?" I asked piteously. My mother paused, then covered her stomach and laughed loudly. She said to me, "Silly child, this is a" white "lie that my parents have to tell, just to let you know the danger of fire ..." Laughter continued, and I also understood my parents' good intentions. It is because of these stupid things that I think of my childhood and think it is so beautiful and unforgettable! Childhood fun 550 words sixth grade composition 4 childhood is a small poem, childhood is a rainbow, childhood is a ray of sunshine. Grow up with me happily. There are many things in my memory, such as the stars in the sky, which are countless. Childhood slowly passed by, and the fine sand in my hands slowly passed away, but those beautiful memories and moments made me unforgettable. I will certainly enrich my childhood and let it start my beautiful life. Let childhood be like a golden field, filled with the joy of harvest, laughter and intoxicating fragrance. That year, I was 2 years old and often played in the stream near my home. One evening, I saw the moon reflected in the stream and thought it was a real moon, so I went down. Unexpectedly, the hand broke as soon as it touched the "moon". It took a while to recover. I am so angry! I thought: I was so kind to save you, but you didn't appreciate it! In this way, I spent several hours in the water. At this time, my father came back. He saw me and asked, "What are you doing, son?" "I'm saving the moon! I kindly saved it, but it didn't appreciate it. It will catch cold in the water! " Dad laughed when he got home, and his mother smiled when she knew it, and then said seriously, "You child, really!" " In fact, it is the projection of the moon, not the real moon! "Ha ha, I'm so stupid. Not only did I not "touch" the moon, but I also made myself sick. My childhood was like this, with many stupid things and many interesting things. It is so many interesting and stupid things that make up colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not that stupid. I believe that the fun of childhood will be the most beautiful memory in my life. Childhood is like a dream in heaven! Childhood fun 550 words sixth grade composition 5 What is childhood? It's a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a shepherd boy's short song, and a friend's company ... Speaking of childhood, I can't help but think of an interesting thing. I remember it was a sunny morning, and my family was going to a place called "Botanical Garden" by car. Ten minutes passed and we arrived at our destination. The powerful Chinese characters "Botanical Garden" appeared on the plaque, shining in the sun. We got off the bus, took things and walked into this place called "Botanical Garden". Walking, we saw a street sign that said "Fish Pond" and drew a straight arrow. I am puzzled in my heart: why should I call it a fish pond instead of a fish pond? Young I am full of curiosity, and it is this curiosity that led me there. Looking closely, it turned out to be just a small pond, and several small carp were playing and teasing happily in the water. The scene in front of me aroused my interest. I immediately took off my shoes and socks and jumped into the pond. Those little carp also started running around because of me. The water in the pond was not deep enough to reach my knees, so I crouched down, put two chubby little fresh meats into the water, and began to look for small carp by the touch of my hand. Those little carp are very naughty. They ran around and made me dizzy. I managed to catch a small carp. In order not to let it escape from my hands, I held it tightly with both hands, but the little carp was not obedient at all. It swayed violently and splashed water all over my face. Suddenly, with a cry of "flapping", I jumped up angrily, but the little carp took a sharp turn and hid in the reeds by the pond, which surprised me! By the time I knew it, it was already in the water, my clothes and pants had taken a bath, and I was a drowned rat myself. I had to climb ashore in frustration. My parents are even more distressed to see me like this, and I am also amused by their funny looks. That afternoon, the fish pond was full of laughter and laughter ... childhood fun 550 words Sixth grade composition 6 I remember being curious about everything when I was a child. When I was 5 years old, my father took me fishing by the river. It was a sunny day, and my father said it was a good time to fish. Dad is carrying a plastic bucket and a short iron bar. I took the iron bar and looked at the hole. Who knows, another stick in it was pulled out and hit me on the forehead. I screamed. Dad smiled and comforted: "Who told you not to be careful, don't cry. "Come to the river. Finding this river is really clear, and the return is much more than the river on my side. I saw my father's iron bar stretched very long, with a thin thread at the top and some red things. Dad pointed and said, "This is a fishing rod, this is a fishing line, and this is a drift. Let me show you something else. "Say that finish, I took out a plastic box from the plastic bucket and opened it. It's all mud. I asked my father, "Do fish like mud?" Dad smiled and dug up a bug from the soil, which was smooth and soft. Dad jumped the worm on the hook and said, "This is called earthworm." Then throw the hook into the middle of the river. I said to my father, "Fishing is as simple as that. Dad said seriously, "fishing depends on patience, not half-heartedness, but undivided attention." After that, the drift moved violently, and I shouted, "The fish is hooked, the fish is hooked ..." However, the drift calmed down again. Dad said softly, "don't fish too loudly, or you will scare the fish away." "I stared at the river, and suddenly it floated up and then shook violently. Finally, the whole thing floated and then shook violently. Finally, the whole thing floated into the water. I held my breath and saw my father pull the fishing rod back hard. A big fish of 30 centimeters flew over. " Haha, the fish is hooked. Let me hug it. "Dad handed me the fish, and the fish jumped around in my arms. I almost fell into the river because I was too young and the fish was too heavy. Fortunately, my father gave me a hand, but the fish fell into the river with a splash. When I got home, my mother looked at me in a mess, and we didn't bring any fish back. She comforted me and said, "Although there is no result, you know how to fish. We all ate marshmallows when we were children, but do you know what marshmallows are made of? I don't know, then I'll tell you in the following article! When I was in kindergarten, I especially liked sweets. Once during the Spring Festival, my parents and I went to the flower show to buy flowers. On the roadside, I saw a small shop selling cotton candy. My dad saw my mouth watering in thousands of feet, so he bought me a marshmallow. I was watching the employees in that store make marshmallows when they wanted to make them. I saw a tool like a pot inside, a small stove inside, and a layer of white sugar like frost was stained next to the edge of the pot. He poured sugar into the small stove, then turned a button, and a blue fire lit up under the small stove. I don't know what the chemical reaction is, just like a spider spinning silk, a small white silk thread rises in a small stove. The employee held a small stick in one hand and began to wrap marshmallows layer by layer with that stick. In the evening, I was still thinking about the delicious cotton candy, and suddenly I had an idea. While my mother was washing vegetables in the kitchen, I secretly took out some cotton from the quilt, zipped it up and put it back in place. Then I ran to the bathroom, soaked the cotton first, and then dipped it in sugar. I couldn't wait to eat it. But I have never bought anything delicious. Why doesn't cotton melt in your mouth? At this moment, my mother came in and asked me what I was doing. I told my mother everything, and my mother laughed after listening, which made me confused. Then my mother told the truth. It turns out that this cotton is not that "cotton", and I also secretly smiled. Although, several years have passed, this interesting story will always be remembered in my mind. Whenever my mother mentioned it, we would laugh. Childhood is a shining star, childhood is a colorful shell, childhood is a happy song that always echoes in our hearts ... When I think of childhood, many interesting things come to my mind. However, what I remember most is an interesting thing that happened when I was five years old. When I was a child, my mother often told me stories in bed. "The farmer's uncle planted peanuts in the field and harvested delicious fruits in autumn ..." At that time, I couldn't help thinking that if I planted toys in the field, I would definitely harvest more toys in autumn ... So, early the next morning, I put my optimistic thoughts into practice. I came to a clearing with many toys, picked up a hoe and dug several holes. I hesitated when planting toys, because many of them are my favorite toys. I'm selective and dazzled. Finally, I made up my mind to plant all the toys in the pit. I imagine that in autumn, I will harvest countless toys, which are more than those in the toy supermarket! I am diligent in watering the small mound where I grow toys every day, and I want to get some fertilizer or something ... My mother found that all my toys were gone and questioned me, so I told my mother that all my toys were kept in a place where no one could find them. My mother just thinks I'm too naughty. I am thinking that when I harvest more toys in autumn, I can give my mother a surprise. All I have to do is water the toys every few days, hoping that they will have a bumper harvest in autumn like peanuts. Toys don't grow seedlings like peanuts, but I believe that when I dig out the small mound, there will be a train of toys. Looking forward to, looking forward to, autumn has finally come. I dragged my mother with a hoe and dug up the mound. " The cat barks ... "I cried, and I have never been so sad. My mother knows everything and laughs badly, comforting me by saying, "Silly child, only plants can grow ..." Then she accompanied me to dig out all the toys I planted at the beginning and wash them clean ... Hee hee, this is an interesting thing in my childhood, and now I think about it, it also makes me laugh and cry. Childhood fun 550 words Grade 6 composition 9 Childhood is a colorful world, and many happy things are stored in this beautiful world, which is still fresh in my memory. I loved small animals when I was four years old, especially rabbits. Because rabbits have long ears and three mouths, I find it very interesting. One day, grandpa bought me two rabbits. I am so happy that my mother and I put them in a bigger cage. They are alive and kicking, so cute. In order to distract them, my mother and I took them to the water park of Xiaoling River, let them breathe fresh air, give them some fresh weeds and improve their lives. This is the first time I have seen a rabbit in the wild. I am so happy that I get carried away, just like a small animal. I was afraid that they would get lost, so I followed them all the time. I didn't expect these two little rabbits to be very good. They just stand by me, don't run far, sometimes stretch, sometimes jump, sometimes eat grass seriously, not to mention how cute they are. Suddenly I saw a pile of "chocolate beans" piled up next to a small white rabbit, which was my favorite snack when I was a child, although it was a bit bitter. At this moment, I saw a pile of "chocolate beans" next to another rabbit. I felt it was a pity to leave them there, so I immediately ran to pick up those "chocolate beans". Soon, I have picked up a small bag and prepared to put it in my mouth. My mother was watching the scenery when she suddenly saw me pick up something to eat. She rushed over and asked, "What are you eating? "By this time, I had eaten one and said," Great, rabbits can have a lot of "chocolate beans", so I won't have to spend money on them in the future, but why is this chocolate bean not as delicious as the one bought in the supermarket? "My mother looked at me with a bag full of' chocolate beans'-rabbit shit, and stood there in love. She stroked my head and said piteously, "Son, this is not Chocolate Bean. This is rabbit feces. How do you eat? ! "After hearing what my mother said, my face turned red at once, and then I burst into tears ... Now I'm grown up, but I can't help laughing for a while when I think of the stupid thing of eating rabbit dung as" chocolate beans "when I was four years old. Interesting childhood 550 words sixth grade composition 10 Everyone has his own happy and colorful childhood, and I am no exception. In my colorful childhood, many interesting things happened, among which the one that impressed me the most was the one that embarrassed me and made me successful. I remember that summer vacation, I just learned to swim, and my skills were not good. More often, I use swimming rings for activities. After some warm-up activities, I'm going to start marching into the swimming pool. Standing by the swimming pool, I couldn't wait to jump into the water with excitement. As a result, I pushed too hard and turned over directly in the water. My legs are on the floor, but my head is underwater. I suddenly felt dizzy and drank a few mouthfuls of water. I've been flopping about in the water. It's funny. Finally, with the help of my father and lifeguards, I was salvaged like a chicken in the water. When I went ashore, my father patted me on the back and squeezed the water out of my mouth. Just as I was spitting, my father gloated and took out his mobile phone, slapping me in the face happily and saying, "I'll leave you a souvenir and show it to you when you grow up." I suddenly blushed and felt embarrassed. At this time, my father seemed to see through my mind and said to me earnestly, "Don't rush in if you learn the same skill." You must lay a solid foundation step by step, and then deepen it step by step, just like building blocks. If the foundation is not solid, can it be built? "I think what my father said is very reasonable, so I humbly ask my father for experience. Under the patient guidance of my father, I finally learned a little fur; Encouraged by my father, I began to practice basic skills such as swinging my arms, holding my breath and kicking my legs. Accompanied by my father, I practiced in strict accordance with the requirements and really swam much better than before. Now that I have learned freestyle and backstroke, choking will never happen again, but my father taught in my heart forever. Every time I pick up the photo taken by my father, I will think of this interesting childhood story. Childhood fun 550 words sixth grade composition 1 1 Time flies, and a year has passed in a blink of an eye. But no matter how many years have passed, I will never forget this ridiculous thing. The thing is this: a year ago, my brother just learned to speak, and he was looking around for new words. One day, the mother who was washing clothes said to her father, "Dear, please make the bed." This sentence happened to be heard by my younger brother. He didn't know what "husband" meant. As a result, he parrots and says "husband" in a milk voice. Dad laughed at once when he heard this. The younger brother thought it was a very funny thing, that is, he drummed into the living room, hugged grandpa's leg, and then looked up and said to grandpa with a smile, "Husband." Grandpa paused for a moment, then smiled, smiling from ear to ear. Then, the younger brother ran to the kitchen, tugged at grandma's skirt and said, "Husband", "What did you say? "Grandma didn't hear you clearly." Old-male-",the younger brother drawled loudly. Alas, you little urchin ... "Grandma burst out laughing before she finished. Later, my brother ran to the bathroom and got into his mother's skirt. "Baby, what are you doing? "Before the mother could finish asking, the younger brother innocently shouted" Husband-",which made the mother cry. He even said "husband" solemnly with his little pet quail in his arms. I ran out to see what everyone was laughing at. My brother greeted me and said, "Husband." "Ha, ha, ha, you laugh me to death. "I can't keep my waist down with laughter. Laughter filled every corner of our house, even he giggled, even his little pet "Little Quail" giggled. Now whenever I hear my mother call my father "husband", I will think of this ridiculous thing, which makes me laugh. Unfortunately, now that my brother has grown up, he understands the true meaning of "husband" and will never make such jokes again. Childhood fun 550 words sixth grade composition 12 childhood is a colorful "ink painting", outlining a fascinating story; Childhood is a colorful rainbow, colorful; Childhood is a gorgeous lily with intoxicating fragrance and white petals; Like good memories ... I remember I was five years old that year. My sister always dresses up before going out. What eyebrow painting, lipstick, sunscreen ... can be described as "everything is ready." Many times, when watching her dress up, my heart will be full of wishful thinking. When can I be a beautician and help others make up? Oh! The opportunity came: it was sunny that day, and my sister and several classmates wanted to take advantage of the good weather to have a picnic outside. This is not, the students have come to rush. Sister, I dressed up in a hurry, changed into clean clothes and left in a hurry. I rushed to the door to see if my sister had left. After repeated confirmation, I slammed the door and ran to my sister's bedroom, moving all the cosmetics from the bedroom to the living room. He crept over and carried the kitten playing with wool balls to the sofa. I thought: Hehe, I can finally be a beautician. My kitten is pure white, which is too ordinary, so I drew one little red dot after another on the kitten with lipstick, and my eyebrows were too light, so I drew a "eight-character eyebrow" with my eyebrow pencil. My mouth is too small, so I always wear lipstick. Well, a beautiful "kitten" was born. Looking at his "masterpiece", my heart is full of joy. At this time, my mother suddenly came back and saw everything in front of me. She laughed and cried, but later she was reprimanded and her sister's cosmetics were ruined. Now, whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing. Childhood fun 550 words sixth grade composition 13 childhood is a charming painting, outlining an interesting story, childhood is a melodious song, playing a beautiful fantasy, childhood is a beautiful jasmine, childhood laughter exudes intoxicating fragrance like jasmine, white petals, just like memories. I vaguely remember growing vegetables in vegetable fields with my grandmother when I was a child. I saw countless flowers and trees along the way, including morning glory, forget-me-not, rape ... colorful. Although there are not so many kinds of trees, they have various shapes. Some trees are straight, some are curved, and some are inclined, as if they are going to fall down. In the vegetable field, I am like a lively rabbit running happily in the field. Grandma can't catch me anyway. Run for a while and then stop running. I went to other people's orchards to pick apples. I ran under the fruit tree and came back. I picked some big red apples and ran to grandma. Grandma saw the apple in my hand and knew it was stolen from someone else's orchard, so she said, "You are a clever boy. You can't do anything well, but you are good at it. " And I did something else with a look of indifference. After eating the apple for less than ten minutes, I saw a grasshopper jump past me, so I left the apple and pretended to be a grasshopper. How can I catch a grasshopper that jumps so far? Fortunately, I didn't deliberately catch grasshoppers, leaving them behind to catch butterflies flying in front of my eyes ... then I saw my grandmother sowing seeds, so I also learned to sow seeds like my grandmother. But not as serious as grandma. But just throw the seeds on the ground and step on them a few times. I'm still as simple as planting a seed in my mind. How can it be difficult to get me? Haha, interesting, my childhood was like this. There are many silly and interesting things. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I believe that the interesting things in my childhood will definitely become the best memories in my life. Childhood fun 550 words sixth grade composition 14 childhood, colorful, colorful. It was a sunny afternoon, and I just went to Grade One. I pointed to the calendar hanging on the wall and asked my mother, "Mom, why does a calendar have two languages, but there are more pages in black and fewer pages in red?" Mother replied, "Black means Monday to Friday, while red means Saturday and Sunday." There are five days in black and only two days in red! """Oh." I nodded doubtfully, took off my calendar and studied it carefully. I suddenly found a secret that I think is very important: black is school, and red two days are weekends, so I can rest. So, I came up with another trick: tear up the black calendar so that I can not go to school? Thought of here, I can't help but feel happy for my "great discovery", as if Columbus had discovered the new continent. Just do it. When my mother wasn't looking, I tore up some black parts of the calendar and finally slept! The next morning, the alarm clock still sounded on time. I remembered that the black calendar had been torn off, so I hid under the covers and snickered. After a long time, my mother came to urge me: "get up quickly, lazy child, you will be late for school!" " "I yawned and said," There is no school today. " "Today is not Wednesday? Why not! " "Look at the calendar! "Mom went to the front of the calendar, turned over the calendar carefully, and suddenly understood everything." So you did something good! "Mom in distress situation. She tore off my quilt and couldn't say, "get up and go to school at once!" Do you think you don't have to go to school if you tear up your calendar? "I looked at my mother and stared at her eyes like two bells. I was too scared to say a word … now, every time I think about it, I laugh! Childhood fun 550 words sixth grade composition 15 childhood is like a palette, which keeps turning, evoking my colorful memories: childhood is like a Rubik's cube, turning gently, turning out my joys and sorrows. I still remember that year, my father came back from a business trip and brought me a beautiful clay doll. This little clay doll has chocolate skin. A little sky blue coat, a little pink skirt and emerald shoes, not to mention how chic. A pair of big eyes are embedded in a delicate face, as if there are many beautiful stories to tell you. Under the upturned nose is a cherry-like mouth. Under the sunshine, the clay doll's hair also shines with the golden light of happiness. As long as I think of this lovely clay doll baby, I am happy from ear to ear. As the days passed, the clay doll was a little dirty. what can I do? When I was worried, I said to myself, "I can wash my clothes when they are dirty and my shoes when they are dirty ... Alas, it seems that I have to bathe the clay doll today! No way, who let me like her so much? "Just do it, while humming a ditty, I prepared all the tools for bathing the clay doll according to my mother's method of washing clothes. I washed and washed, carefully. Oh, my God, what's going on? Why is it getting dirty? I am so confused that I brush harder than before. As you can imagine, from then on, I will never see my inseparable good friend clay doll again. I am so sad that my eyes are swollen like walnuts. Slowly, I grew up and understood the truth. However, until now, I still feel stupid and cute. Dear friends, do you call me stupid?