The story of the composition in the fourth grade of childhood

In study, work and life, everyone has written a composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. You always have no way to write a composition? The following are 10 essays on my childhood stories that I compiled for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Childhood stories 1 Open the photo album, most of which are photos of me since childhood. Some laughed, some frowned, some were reading, and some were playing football. I smiled when I looked at it. It was a photo taken a long time ago that attracted me and reminded me of an interesting thing.

I should be seven or eight years old by then. My mother gave me a glass of milk and bread for breakfast. I drank a spoonful of milk and was about to eat bread. Suddenly, my brother took my bread. I was just about to get it back. My brother ran after my mother. My mother said, "What's the matter? Hurry up and go to school after breakfast. " I can't help but get angry when I watch my brother hide behind my mother and laugh. After my mother left, my brother made a face at me and said, "You are so stupid, hahaha." Then I leisurely walked into the bedroom. I tried to chase him, but he had entered the bedroom and locked the door. When I saw his triumphant appearance, I immediately flew into a rage. Turning around, I suddenly saw the refrigerator, remembered the birthday cake left over from my last birthday, and suddenly thought of a revenge plan. I took the cake out of the refrigerator, walked to the door of my brother's bedroom, gulped it down and said, "It's a pity that my brother didn't eat such a delicious cake." Hearing this, my brother couldn't resist the temptation of the cake and opened the door, but just as he was about to go out, I covered the rest of the cake on his face, and my brother immediately became Xiaohua Mall. When my mother saw it, she quickly took out her mobile phone and took a photo for us. In the photo, my brother was very sad, but I smiled.

I was so naive and naughty at that time, and I will record all the interesting scenes in the future.

The story of childhood Childhood is beautiful, happy and colorful ... Childhood is like an endless prairie, and the flowers on the grassland are my childhood memories. Gray flowers are sad memories, red flowers are happy memories, and blue flowers are stupid memories. ...

What I remember most is playing with snow when I was a child:

On that day, heavy snow fell from the sky, and my friends and I ran wildly in the snow. Some danced after the snow, some reached out to pick it up, and suddenly, their hands were full of exquisite flowers, while others looked back and admired the painting they had just made in the snow: a series of deep and shallow crooked footprints. "pa!" A small snowball fell from the sky at lightning speed and landed on me impartially. I'm not showing weakness. I caught several snowballs in a row and attacked a target. The curtains are opened, and you come and go, "Bang!" "Ha ha!" Laughter and screams are endless. Although snowballs hurt when they hit you, they sometimes get into collars and shoes. It's freezing, but no one will shrink back until they are exhausted and lying in the snow panting. After the rest, I began to make a snowman again!

Let's roll a big snowball to make the snowman's body, then roll a small snowball to make the snowman's head, and then find two big buttons to make his eyes, a few small buttons to make buttons on his clothes, a carrot to make his nose and a red leaf to make his mouth. Finally, we put a hat and scarf on it, and a lifelike snowman appeared before our eyes.

Childhood is a happy train, full of my laughter and my every "footprint"

Childhood story 3 Childhood is like a thick book, which records many things that happened to me. Today, I will tell you something about learning to ride a bike.

At noon when I was seven years old. I finished my homework and went to play as usual, but as soon as I got home, I found my father riding a bike home. He said to me, "This bike is for you. Let your mother go to the square to teach you to ride in the afternoon. " I am ecstatic.

My mother and I went to the square and began to learn to ride a bike. At first I got on the stool, and my mother helped me hold the car. I grabbed the faucet with both hands and stepped on the pedal with both feet. When you are ready, start stepping on the gas pedal and let the car go forward. But the car keeps shaking like a naughty child, which makes me nervous. I'm afraid I'll fall. My mother seemed to read my mind and encouraged me to say, "Don't be nervous, as long as I ride seriously, I will." After listening to my mother's words, I got up the courage to look up and get serious, and the car stopped shaking. Slowly, I mastered the skills and rode more and more skillfully. My mother seems to have learned to ride a bike, so she let me ride it myself. Just after riding a few laps, the car began to shake again. Finally, a dog chewed on the mud and the car ran over me. As soon as my mother saw it, she ran over and helped me and the car up. My mother asked me if it hurt, and I said no. Although I said it didn't hurt, it did. I'm not trapped by a minor skin injury. I stood up and continued to practice cycling, and finally learned to ride.

From this story, I understand that no matter what kung fu one learns, he can do it well as long as he perseveres.

Childhood story My sister and brother took me to the river to play. How clear this river is! My brother also caught some lively little frogs in the grass by the river. At the little frog's pleading, my brother had to let them go. We started playing with water. I touched the river and asked uneasily, "Can you stand in?" Brother tossed his hair: "Trust me, that's right!" His humorous actions made me laugh. We are all standing in the water. The capable sister caught a few small fish with a bamboo basket and put them in. My brother took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of underwear. He was going to perform a "dragon wagging its tail". As a result, his fleshy body floats on the water like a big frog because of the buoyancy of fat. It's my turn to shine for everyone, but I feel thirsty. "Then we might as well pick peaches!" My brother's suggestion was warmly supported by my sister. I asked curiously, "Where did you get the peaches?" "It's right to follow us." My brother and sister answered.

Brother, they took me into a peach grove behind a yard. "Peaches? Where is it? " I can't wait to ask. "Open your eyes!" Brother said impatiently. I looked at him carefully again and again, only to see that the peach trees were densely covered with leaves. I didn't see any peaches either, or my sister opened green leaves: "Well, here!" " "Really, a Momo with red in the green is displayed in front of my eyes! The small one is as small as a millet, and the big one is as big as an orange ... "Prepare a wooden stick, which must be long, thick and strong! "My brother said. I saw my sister looking for peach trees, my brother looking under other big trees and I looking under fallen leaves. Soon, everyone found the right stick. I hit a few small green peaches, washed them with clear water and tasted them: "Not bad! "Oh, do you know where this peach grove belongs?" I voiced my doubts. "This ... this ..." My brother stuttered. Finally, my sister told the truth and pointed with her finger: "It's from the front yard." Just then, someone rushed out: "Stop thief, stop thief!" I used my quick wits to draw my sister away. Before my brother could react, the man grabbed his collar and my brother reacted. He shook off his hand and ran away. We ran to the river, where there was no road. I saw that man chasing me. I said to my brother and sister, "Let's go swimming there, hurry up!" " "I helped my sister pull up her trouser legs and swam in a hurry. To our surprise, that man can't swim! My sister and I laughed so hard that our stomachs ached: "Haha, you can't catch us! " "

Childhood is so interesting!

Childhood stories We all had a wonderful childhood, and there were many stories in childhood that made us sad, happy and interesting ... I remembered that interesting thing here.

One day, when my mother was cooking lunch, there was no salt. I thought to myself: I have grown up and should do something for my parents. So I went over to my mother and said, "Mom, let me help you buy salt." Mom said, "OK, here is the money. Don't run too fast on the road, or you will break the salt. " I took the money and went to the store happily.

When buying salt, I forgot my mother's warning and ran home. At this moment, I fell down, but the salt was also "killed". I quickly put it back, but the salt was dirty, so I became smart: since everything can be washed, so should the salt. I sneaked into the house and saw my mother still cooking. I went into the bathroom quietly, put all the salt in the basin away, and then turned on the tap. As a result, all the salt melted. I began to cry. My mother came when she heard crying. My mother asked me what was going on. I told my mother the whole story. My mother smiled and said, "Silly boy, salt melts as soon as it touches water. Ok, I'll give you money. " I bought it again, and this time I bought the salt home as my mother said.

Early in the morning, my mother and I came to my second grandma's house to play.

As soon as we got to the countryside, we saw endless fields. When the rice is ripe, it seems to be covered with a golden carpet. Sorghum blushed and smiled like a drunk. Corn holds red cherry blossoms; Cotton shows white teeth; The pods are also mature, revealing a few naughty green beans, which is very fun!

I walked carefully along Shi Zhuan Road, observing whether there were "mines". Suddenly, I saw bright flowers on the roadside: red like fire, white like snow, pink like chardonnay ... There were some small dewdrops on the petals, almost dripping down. Because I don't know what this flower is called, I named this wild flower "Mantianxing". We walked on and saw osmanthus trees. Osmanthus fragrans on the osmanthus tree is like a newborn baby, showing a yellow face and smiling at us!

When I arrived at the second grandma's house, there was a crystal clear river behind the house. There are many small fish in the river, some are playing hide-and-seek, some are spitting bubbles, and some are quietly listening to their mother's story ... There is a floating plant on the river, and her mother says it can filter sewage. There are many ducks on the river, looking for food under the guidance of their mother. The most interesting thing is that the geese there can also watch the door.

I was also interested for a while, lying on the wet ground, and began to catch the frog that cried but couldn't see a shadow. Be patient, I waited quietly on the ground, and suddenly I saw a jumping frog, so I shook my hand and saw it jump up and escape from my clutches. After this lesson, I probably learned some skills. Through unremitting efforts, with the help of my mother, I caught a live frog and watched the results. I jumped three feet in high spirits.

The country is really interesting, and the life in the country is really happy!

Childhood story 7 Childhood is like a colorful diary, and childhood is like a colorful shell, recording the joys and sorrows of my childhood. Open the door of memory, there are a lot of things flooding in. There is one thing I can't forget so far, which is funny in retrospect.

It was on a sunny afternoon. At that time, I was only four years old and walked into the classroom under the guidance of my teacher. The teacher gave each of us a small dish with a biscuit in it, which was a snack after our nap. Although it's only a little, it's good enough for a four-year-old child.

A cute and greedy mind can never satisfy this cookie. I ate my share of cookies in a small bowl, and my small eyes never stopped in the empty bowl, but stared at the cookie box held by the teacher. I really want to eat another biscuit. But I dare not tell the teacher.

I, a gluttonous person, finally can't sit still. I ran to the podium to get the rest of the cookies from the teacher. I was afraid of being scolded by the teacher. Unexpectedly, the teacher touched my little head kindly and said, "All the cookies have been distributed. Would you like some cookies? " I nodded and said loudly, "I want it." After that, the teacher put the cookies in my small plate. The children all cast envious eyes at me. Of course, I proudly returned to my seat. Now start eating cookies! But how eager I am to eat cookies. I ran to the podium again and asked the teacher if there was any tea. The teacher smiled and said, "No."I asked again, is there any broken tea? The teacher smiled and quickly explained to me that the biscuit was broken and there was no tea.

Everyone's childhood is naive, lively, interesting and happy, and it is full of colors. We all have a happy childhood! We can't let it lose its color.

The story of childhood Everyone has an interesting childhood. Childhood is beautiful, and everyone in childhood is lively, lovely and naive.

I remember once, I went to grandma's fish pond to touch snails. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I immediately rolled up my pants and went down to the water to touch the snails. Only a few people can touch for a long time, and they are very anxious. Just when I didn't want to touch it, my mother said, "Don't give up. Whatever you do, you should be single-minded. Persistence is victory. " After listening to my mother's words, I began to touch again. Really, I touched a place full of snails and touched a lot at once.

Just when I was happy, "Hey, what is this? Slippery. " Mother said, "It must be a fish!" "Let me pick it up and see. Wow, it's so long! Mother saw it and immediately said, "throw it away, it's a snake!" "I threw it away in horror and ran to the shore immediately, shouting," Mom, how can I touch that snake? " Mother picked up the basket carefully and said, "Look at you, you are timid and don't even want snails." I bowed my head in embarrassment, and my mother told me meaningfully that no matter what happens in the future, don't panic, face it calmly, so as to make the right choice to solve the problem. After listening to my mother, I think it's quite right. In the future, I will face the problem calmly, without panic or timidity, so that no matter what difficulties I encounter, I can solve them.

My mother gave me a happy childhood and let me grow up.

I remember one spring when I was six years old, two little swallows flew to my house. They built a home next to my house beam and soon hatched a nest of swallows. It's too noisy.

But not long after, as the swallows grew up day by day, their droppings became more and more. The eaves of our house have become the toilets for swallows. My mother has to clean it several times a day. Finally one day, my mother couldn't help it. She wants to drive the swallows away from our house. My mother picked up a bamboo pole and poked it at the nest. The swallow was so scared that she kept chirping, as if to say, "Help! Help, come and help us! " Hearing the crying, I quickly put down my homework and grabbed my mother. Mom, why did you hurt them? Do you know that they can eat many pests? My mother listened to my words and said angrily, "It's not that I don't know, what you said is very reasonable, but they shit everywhere, and I have to sweep it several times a day, which is really annoying." You can take them to the toilet to shit, or I will definitely drive them away. My mother left angrily. I looked at the swallow, alone in a daze.

My mother's words have been ringing in my ears. A good idea suddenly occurred to me. Although we can't send them to the toilet, we can make a special "toilet" for them! My heart is full of pride. So I found a useless plastic box, drilled holes around it, put on wire, tied the wire into a ball and bent it into a hook shape, and then hung the plastic box under the bird's nest with bamboo poles, so that I could catch the feces discharged by swallows at any time. Mom, look at the toilet I made for the swallow. I smiled smugly and praised me for being smart!

Swallows have lived in our house since then, and I am responsible for cleaning the toilet regularly. Swallow, no one will hurt you again.

Childhood stories 10 There are endless stories in childhood, but there are always a few interesting things that make you remember deeply.

I remember it was a Sunday, and my brother and I were at home. I am reading an interesting experiment book. One of the experimental articles said: sharpen the soap and draw a few lines on the mirror, and the traces of soap will be as realistic as cracks. Seeing this, I want to play a prank, play a joke with my parents, and let them relax and forget the fatigue of work. So, I told my brother about this "great" plan, and my brother readily agreed.

Then we started to split up: my brother brought half a bar of soap and I brought a fruit knife. Soon, we will sharpen our points. We immediately ran to the bathroom and began to draw the "poor" mirror. Soon, the mirror was "divided". After enjoying our "masterpiece", we went to the living room to watch TV with our younger brother, waiting for the drama to be staged.

After a while, the door clicked open. It turns out that my mother came back from work. We sat on the sofa and watched TV, secretly observing my mother's every move: I saw my mother changing clothes in the bedroom as usual, and then went to the bathroom to wash her hands. "ah!" Shit, a scream scared my brother and me. My brother and I rushed over and pretended to be puzzled and asked my mother, "Mom, what's the matter?" "Look! How did the glass break there? Did you do it? " Mother asked angrily.

"No, we didn't do anything," I said. "And we didn't hear the sound of broken glass." The younger brother echoed.

At this time, my father came back and my mother told my father about it. I saw my father hurried to the mirror, looked at it carefully and said with a smile, "You two naughty boys dare to make fun of your parents. I can see at a glance that everyone in this mirror is intact and undamaged, so you are made of soap, right? "

"oh! Dad is so smart! " My brother and I clapped our hands and shouted happily.

"Really?" Mother wiped the mirror with her hand in disbelief, and the broken ground easily recovered. "ah! It is really soap! Well, you two little villains lied to me together! " Mom pretended to be angry and came to get us. We ran away laughing.

What a wonderful childhood fun, what an unforgettable happy time ...