Please write a composition about happy childhood.

1. Please write a composition on the topic of a wonderful childhood. It has been 400 words for a long time. childhood

Childhood is beautiful, happy and sad in my heart. Recalling one night that summer, I was a child of eight or nine years old.

When I was in the fourth grade, my teacher went back because of something and hasn't come yet. We cried, so sad. . . . . . . .

However, we are so happy that he came back, and this time he left, maybe a year, maybe two years, maybe longer. ...

Once upon a time, I no longer liked the sky. The sky hurts me too much and leaves me too little happiness. The sky is just a forbidden area, which can never be opened with emotion. It's a sky, just a forgotten destination. A touch of purples in the evening is dotted with endless helplessness and loneliness.

Teacher, when will you come back? We miss you. We pray for your safety every day.

Childhood My childhood was like a breeze. So soon, I really want to go back to my childhood. . . . . . . . . .

On a dark night, sitting quietly in the night sky, looking at the shining stars, "One, two, three …" Grandma said that each star represents a person. I think the brightest one is me. I hope the first teacher can see me sitting on the windowsill.

My teacher has that tall figure, strong physique, natural and unrestrained movements … everything comes into my eyes.

2. Write a composition on the topic of "Happy Childhood Life". A wonderful childhood life is like a flash of lightning, which flashes before your 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!" I went into my little 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.

3. A wonderful childhood composition 600 words Interesting childhood Everyone has a childhood. Interesting childhood stories are like all kinds of shells on the seashore, accompanied by seawater, shining with colorful brilliance. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is my most unforgettable childhood story. I remember when I was a child, I planted an orange tree in my yard, which accompanied my birth. I often take a knife and carve a mark on the trunk to measure whether I am getting taller every day. Looking at the horizontal line, I wish I could grow taller quickly. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark.

Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to chickens.

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things, such as bathing snow dolls and shaving eyebrows ... and so many interesting things. Silly things make up that colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood.

Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not that stupid. I believe that childhood anecdotes will be the best memories in my life. "Ha ha ..." With the ringing sound like a silver bell, it reminds me of my childhood.

At that time, I was naive, cute, lively and naive. Among the many stars, choosing a bright star makes me remember it vividly.

When I was a child, the adults in the village called me a lawless little naughty boy. What you have done is enough to make you laugh.

There are still a few days before the Dragon Boat Festival. My family will cook for a while, sweep the floor for a while, and prepare materials for wrapping palm seeds for a while. They are too busy to breathe. And I, a naughty little boy, laughed at the side. When the adults saw the sigh, they all said, "Alas, there is nothing they can do about her."

The days slipped away when I was skipping. In a blink of an eye, the Dragon Boat Festival arrived, and the family took out reed leaves that had already been prepared, cooked them in a pot and began to make zongzi.

I, on the other hand, play by and hear laughter from time to time. Nothing escapes my watery eyes, doesn't it? I turned around and saw them making zongzi, talking and laughing.

I thought, why not join in the fun! ? So, I walked and ran, squatted by the basin and put my little hand into the green water in the basin. Wow, how comfortable! Touch me like a mother's hand.

Later, I played more and more vigorously, threw the "elf" out of the basin and shouted "It's raining, it's raining." The adults looked embarrassed on their grim faces and said, "Xiaxia, stop, or you will fight."

And I am stubborn, I just ignore his words and continue my game. Now I annoyed him. His slap on my smooth face made me blush like an apple.

Bang, a drop of crystal tears fell down. Then I covered my face and ran out.

My family has been looking for me all day, and I am in a hurry. In fact, I hid in the haystack next to my home and secretly shed tears.

In the evening, my family asked me if it hurt. I shook my head again and again. At first, I hated them a little. Now that I think about it, my dissatisfaction with them has completely disappeared, but I am still very happy because I know that they still love me.

Childhood events make me happy, unforgettable and unforgettable. It left a good memory in my memory door. Everyone has a childhood, and the fun of childhood is like all kinds of shells on the beach, accompanied by seawater, shining with colorful brilliance. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is my most unforgettable childhood fun. I remember when I was a child, when I was born, there was an orange tree in my yard and it was with me. I often take a knife and carve a mark on the trunk to measure whether I am getting taller every day. Looking at the horizontal line, I wish I could grow taller quickly. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark.

Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to chickens.

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things, such as bathing snow dolls and shaving eyebrows ... and so many interesting things. Silly things make up that 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. The fun of childhood is colorful, just like beautiful seashells by the sea; Childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, it reminds me of one thing.

4. How to write a beautiful childhood (composition) Childhood is a fragrant flower. Everyone has had a colorful time, a poetic story and many innocent dreams.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I dreamed that one day I could spread my wings in the blue sky like a bird and fly freely. With the increase of knowledge, I understand that this is just a dream, an ideal that can only be realized by studying hard and becoming a pilot or astronaut when I grow up. Therefore, I envy being a teacher. She instilled a lot of knowledge into her students and taught so many pilots, astronauts, scientists and calligraphers ... being a teacher can realize all her dreams through her students!

When I was a child, I was full of infinite admiration for my teacher. Whenever someone asks me, "What is your dream?" I always answer categorically: "I want to be a knowledgeable teacher when I grow up." When we only know that we have time to play, it is the teacher who tells us the importance of time and regulates our daily routine. When we look around and make small moves in class, it is the teacher who leads us into the hall of knowledge and swims in the ocean of knowledge; When we are sweating in class regardless of the collision between tables and chairs, it is the teacher who guides us to play games and teaches us to enjoy making friends; When we first picked up the pen, it was also the teacher who taught us the correct posture of holding the pen and the spelling of one stroke and one picture; When we came home from school, it was the teacher who told us again and again how to cross the road safely. ...

In class, I can't see their worries as mortals, only their enthusiasm for education; It is they who stand on the podium with a smile regardless of their illness, and they stand on the podium with enthusiasm regardless of their family difficulties. In their hearts, there are only students and only education. It is their selfless spirit that has created a batch of talents and filled one blank after another for the glory of the motherland.

For this dream, I must study hard, delve into scientific knowledge, become a qualified people's teacher, train more and better talents, and transport them to all fronts of the motherland to create a more prosperous future and realize more of our dreams!

5. Write an essay on "Happy Childhood Life". A wonderful childhood.

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.

6. Please help me write a composition about my wonderful childhood, happy childhood and so on. What do you have? You might say, I have nothing.

Then, you are wrong. Have you never been in love? Family, friendship, teacher-student relationship ... remember, you are not nothing. You should be proud of what you have and be happy.

I have the selfless love of my relatives, teachers and parrots. What I want to say is the parrot's love for me.

Her name is Sunflower. Feathers as white as snow; A pair of glittering and translucent jade eyes; A pair of small mouths as hard as diamonds.

She is very docile and never bites. Hee hee, she just kisses her master's little hand from time to time. I often play with her and play together.

She often does some very interesting actions to amuse me. She likes to help, but she always helps.

But I still like her. Whenever I come home from school, she is very happy! Song and dance with unique style.

She likes to rummage through my schoolbag to see if there is anything delicious. She can "comb her hair", and whenever I do, she always comes to join in the fun.

She would grab a comb and fly around me, combing my hair as carefully as I did. Before long, I became a "scarecrow".

She-likes to help. She is kind, greedy, intelligent and playful.

She likes cleanliness. Once, I came home from school and played with her as usual. An unexpected visitor came to me-a cockroach.

I am usually most afraid of cockroaches. When I was too scared to move, she came. She took advantage of the nature of birds: catching insects.

The cockroach was immediately subdued by her. In fact, she doesn't like black. She likes to be clean at ordinary times and doesn't like to meet dirty things like cockroaches.

She's not even afraid to get dirty for me. Her love for me is firmly engraved in my heart-unforgettable.

I will cherish it. I'm glad to have her love for me! I walked alone on the long road in the forest, breathing fresh air and feeling the happiness of life, so I began to think about what real happiness is ... Real happiness is the firmness and maturity of facing life, the calm smile after stepping over the bumps, the calmness after racking my brains to do an Olympic math problem, and the singing through the snow. Happiness is everywhere. Go for an outing in the suburbs with good friends on a sunny day. I am happy to argue with my opponent because of a problem; On a misty morning covered by dawn, I walked happily on campus; I am happy to make an appointment with my good friends and swim in the ocean of books; I am happy when the moonlight brings a soft aperture through the glass and the stars blink to listen to me tell my heart ... Happiness has different interpretations in different people's eyes. In the eyes of scholars, learning is happiness; In the eyes of scientists, scientific research results are happiness; In the eyes of writers, writing well-known works is happiness; In the eyes of corrupt officials, money is happiness; In the eyes of students, getting high marks is happiness ... Happiness is the laughter of urchins in the rain, the * * * of Ding Dong in front of the girl's window, a bunch of pale yellow carnations on Mother's Day, and a few blessings from friends ... Happiness is the true meaning of life, and no one lives for distress. Happy because of simplicity, happy because of innocence, happy because of beauty and even because of ignorance. Flower of life is gorgeous. Young hearts don't float too many clouds, only white clouds and rainbow stripes. One day, I will grow old, too. Time has covered up my enthusiasm, swallowed up my innocence and found my childlike interest, but it can't erase my happiness. My wish is: "be a happy girl now, a happy aunt in middle age and a happy old woman in old age-in short, have a happy life." I am happy-I have a young heart; I am very happy-I have sent warmth to others.

7. Everyone has a childhood, and the interesting things of childhood are like all kinds of shells on the seashore, accompanied by seawater, shining with colorful brilliance. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is the most unforgettable and interesting story of my childhood. I remember when I was a child, when I was born, I planted an orange tree in my yard and stayed with me. I often take a knife and carve a mark on the trunk to measure whether I am getting taller every day. Looking at the horizontal line, I wish I could grow taller quickly. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark.

Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to chickens.

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things, such as bathing snow dolls and shaving eyebrows ... and so many interesting things. Silly things make up that 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. The fun of childhood childhood is a charming painting; Sketch many touching and interesting stories about me; Childhood is a melodious music, which played my pure and beautiful fantasy; Childhood is a beautiful bunch of jasmine, the laughter of childhood exudes intoxicating fragrance like jasmine, and the white petals are like interesting memories.

I remember when I was five years old, my sister once said to my mother with a roll of black things, "I'm going to develop photos today, but this is a photo of our classmates' reunion." My mother nodded and said, "I see, you go. "My sister brought back a lot of photos this afternoon, which are very nice." These photos are really beautiful. I must wash more next time, "said my sister." I asked my sister curiously, "Is it the same as washing clothes?" My sister said mysteriously, "Hum ..." "Not much poor".

I think developing photos is as simple as washing clothes, so I will help my sister develop photos and surprise her. In the evening, my sister went to study for herself. I took those photos out of her drawer, put a pot of water in it and wiped them hard. After rubbing for a long time, the photos haven't changed at all. Suddenly, my chess mother appeared a lot of bubbles when washing clothes. By the way, they must have washed the clothes, but what will happen? Oh! It's beer! Dad has many bubbles every time he drinks beer.

I brought a bottle of beer and rubbed it in the water, but it still didn't change. I think it must be because I didn't spend enough time. After washing for a long time, my sister put the photos in the water and played with the building blocks by herself. When my sister came back at night, she found the photo in the water and exclaimed, "My photo!" " "After I heard my sister's voice, I ran over and said proudly," Look, sister! I developed your photos. "

My sister said to me in distress situation: "Silly sister, the photos are not developed like this." . I still remember when I was more than seven years old, I learned to cook fried eggs. One day, my father and I said, "Dad, let's see who cooks delicious fried eggs, shall we?" "Well, let's play now!" By comparison, I'm ... I'm not afraid of you.

The game has started, and my sister is the referee. The rule is fast and delicious! Doing it, I forgot what to do next, so I stayed there. My sister saw me standing there motionless and shouted, "Come on! Come on! " "Come on?" I picked up the oil drum and poured it into the pot. In a short time, my fried eggs will be ready. I almost laughed myself when I saw my fried eggs. It's fried eggs, and it's just fried eggs! Colorful childhood, happy childhood, nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time has slowly passed by me, I am no longer a stupid child at that time. I believe that the fun of childhood will be the most beautiful memory in my life! The book of childhood friends is the ladder of human progress, the friend of life, the golden key to open the door of human knowledge and the enduring fruit of human civilization.

I quite agree with these metaphors. Because books are my childhood friends.

Since I was six or seven years old and studied textbooks, I have studied entomology and love education now. Let me linger, and since then I have formed an indissoluble bond with the book.

I remember when I was in the first grade, I always liked to turn my books back. Whenever I turn to some interesting stories, I always like to stop and read them once or twice. Later, I felt something was missing, so I watched it again.

When I was eight or nine years old, I fell in love with Journey to the West, Andersen's fairy tales and Grimm's fairy tales. I like the Monkey King in Journey to the West best, because he is as afraid of nagging as I am.

I like Andersen's fairy tales. But unfortunately, some characters died in the end, which made me feel sorry.

But later, I felt that this ending made people have more room for daydreaming. Later, I watched fairy tales like Snow White and Cinderella, in which the queen and stepmother were so dirty.

That's disgusting. Whenever I am bored, I always recall their ending, which is so happy and happy.

In the third grade, the teacher always moved some comic books he read as a child out of the library management. I wasn't interested at first, because those books had fewer words and more pictures, which were similar to the comics now. Later, I took a random book "The True Story of Ah Q" and found it boring when I turned to the first page. Later, when I read it, I found that the author seemed to have written all kinds of lives.

So I fell in love with Lian.

Please write a composition on my childhood. If I were a boy again, I would never indulge my small mistakes and forgive my carelessness.

Liu Bei's posthumous edict said: "Don't do it with small evils, don't do it with small goodness." Every small mistake may lead to big mistakes in the future. The proverb "stealing needles when young, stealing gold when old" illustrates this point.

If I were a boy again, I would form a good habit of seeking truth from facts. In other words, I want to be more honest and trustworthy.

Honesty is the foundation of a person's life and a rare good quality, which will benefit me for life. If I were a boy again, I would learn from everyone and everything more modestly.

"A threesome must have my teacher." Sorghum bowed its noble head when it matured, and I want to be as modest as it; Stone painstakingly paves the way for people, and I will contribute to others like it; Plum blossoms have survived the silent winter and finally exude a fragrant atmosphere. I will suffer as hard as it does ... If I were a boy again, I would have the most precious perseverance.

"As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle." How many people in ancient and modern China and abroad chose to give up when they were only one step away from success, and missed the treasure they had been looking for for for many years. What happened in front of us is a lesson for future generations.

I want to be more persistent, otherwise I can't succeed. If I were a boy again, I would treat life optimistically.

There is a difference in tone, so what you say will have a rhythm. Music has high and low notes, so the most beautiful music always fluctuates.

Life also has peaks and valleys, otherwise it will be as tasteless as distilled water. Face life optimistically, including all successes and failures, so as to write the most beautiful melody! If I were a boy again, I would study tirelessly.

"Humanity is like wild flowers and weeds, and learning is like pruning leaves." Knowledge is power. Only with knowledge can we change our destiny.

If I were a boy again, I would often sing. I want to sing every candle that burns silently, every bird that flies by the window, every hardworking person, and this wonderful life.