Prose on childhood memories

Childhood life-reminiscence prose 1 The years pass by like water. Childhood life is like a gurgling stream, interesting little things, like a small fish, not suitable for jumping out of the water ... among many interesting things, I will never forget this one.

Once, my friends and I were playing by the river in my hometown. Take a round and flat stone and throw it into the water by the river, and see who hits far, and whoever wins. The game has already started. The first thing: looking for stones. We are scrambling to find stones, as if looking for precious stones. The second thing: the stone was thrown out, high and far. The first contestant came on stage-it was me. I straightened up, took out my gem, threw it out and jumped in the water three times like a dancer. The second contestant came on stage, and I got a "reward" in ............................................................................................................................................................................ My friends walked to the river behind my back. I plopped into the river. My friends laughed and I became a "drowned rat". There is also a reward for the first place. The reward is that we take him home.

This is my childhood, happy and interesting.

Childhood life-recalling prose 2 childhood is like a painting, rich and colorful, and childhood is like a string of wind chimes. When the wind blows, the bell sounds sweet. I remember when I was four years old, I did a stupid thing, and I still regret it in retrospect.

At that time, my family had a cat named Mimi. Mimi is cute and her body is white. The tail is always stuck high, like a blooming chrysanthemum, and a pair of green eyes are tirelessly looking for it, vaguely revealing spirituality, like two green grapes. I like it very much. In my spare time, I often pick it up and study it carefully.

But the fly in the ointment is that Mimi has several white beards on her face. I thought to myself, "how can such beautiful Mimi have a white beard?" Only grandpa has it? " The more I watch it, the more uncomfortable it becomes. Mimi is a beauty embryo. These white beards make Mimi look ugly. So it occurred to me that I had the idea of cutting Mimi's beard.

That afternoon, I attracted Mimi, combed her soft hair and imagined how beautiful Mimi would be without a beard. I quickly got up to get the scissors. At this moment, Mimi doesn't seem to want to interrupt this beautiful afternoon leisure time. She followed me like a follower. I quickly put my arm around Mimi, picked up my hand scissors and scratched Mimi's face. There was only a click, and Mimi's beard fell on my foot. At that time, I was like a professional barber. Soon, you will be finished. "wow! It's perfect, it's a lovely and beautiful girl! " I studied it carefully. This is my only plan. I was excited all afternoon!

In the evening, my mother came back from work to see me so happy and asked me what to say. I'm happy to tell my mother my plan. My mother laughed and cried. She touched my head with her hand and said, "Silly girl, how can you cut a cat beard?" This kind of moustache is very useful for cats, especially when catching mice. A moustache can help cats control the size of mouse holes and help cats catch mice. Therefore, the beard instant cat detector is also a measuring instrument for cats, which can provide a lot of convenience for cats. This wound is not important. Is this cat still a cat? How does it catch mice? "After listening to my mother, I bowed my head in shame and regretted it.

Now, I am a fourth-grade primary school student, but I still feel very sorry whenever I think about it. I was so naive when I was a child.

Childhood life-reminiscence prose 3 I heard that my grandmother's house is going to be demolished, and I may never see her evergreen yard again when I go back this summer vacation. This news may not be important to others, but for me, my grandmother's yard has brought me many happy memories of my childhood.

Grandma's family has been living in a bungalow and has moved at least three or four times. No matter where I live, my grandmother always has a small yard, which is really evergreen all the year round. In order to eat the most natural vegetables for the family, the hardworking grandmother opened up a vegetable field in the yard. Although small, it is of great use. The fresh vegetables at home come from this field all the year round. In spring, there are leeks, parsley, spinach ... in summer, there are onions, eggplant and cucumbers ... in autumn, pumpkins and persimmons are ripe. There are also many scaffolding, grape racks and pumpkin racks in grandma's yard. In autumn, green grapes and purple grapes are crystal clear, and the pulp and juice are quite full. There is a pear tree in the innermost part of the yard. I planted it because I know that my sister and I love small pears. In autumn, we can feast our eyes. My sister and I also wrote a poem for grandma's pear, which is fragrant pear with yellow skin, crispy meat and sweet juice.

What brings me the greatest happiness is a nest of chickens at my grandmother's house. Hens have been laying eggs, so I can eat fresh eggs all year round. Grandma's eggs are different from those sold in the market. When the eggs are cooked, the yolk will shed yellow juice, so when I leave my grandmother, one thing I miss most is her eggs.

The most beautiful thing in the yard is summer. After the summer vacation, my sister and I want to go to grandma's house most, because grandma's house has a natural "gazebo", which is a grape trellis. Thick grape leaves block the sunshine, and grandma always moves the table out for dinner in summer. In the evening, my sister and I moved a small stool and sat under the grape trellis to see the dark blue sky and bright stars, and sat together to talk about our study. This is the happiest time in summer. I like the yard in summer.

The yard in winter is like a fairy tale world. After the snow, every corner of the yard was covered with a thin layer of snow, and occasionally one or two sparrows flew to play, adding a lot of vitality to the quiet yard. At this time, my sister and I will rush out of the house to play in the snow regardless of adults' obstacles. At the same time, I also like the yard in winter.

Yard! You are the cradle of four generations' childhood, and every inch of your land has our laughter. No matter where you go, I will always remember you!

Childhood Life-Memories Essay 4 In everyone's childhood memories, there will be beautiful memories, and I am no exception. In my memory, my childhood is rich and colorful, and there are many happy things that I will never forget!

People often say: As you sow, you reap. I think it is necessary to grow cookies, so I planted a small cookie in the flowerpot. I dug a hole first, then put the biscuits in and buried them in the soil. The first step of my biscuit planting plan was completed, and I came to see it every day after that. I think I will definitely get a lot of cookies. I am very happy to think of this. I water it every day and say to him every day, "cookies grow faster and longer." At that time, I was naive. I bought a bottle of coke and gave some biscuits every day. It's funny to think about it now. In this way, a few days later, my mother found out about it. My mother was angry and funny, and told me it wouldn't work out. But at that time, I was so stubborn that I wouldn't listen to anyone. I didn't believe my mother at all, but I did it according to my plan for a month. I have to believe what my mother said, so I don't know where to start my plan. My mother said that you can plant a seed and it will bear fruit, but just water it, not coke.

So my mother and I planted a bean, but I thought, what will it bear? I want to graft it, as the TV said, which will have unexpected effects. I will start with it, I will find another seed and bury it in the soil. That's good. But grafting is grafting branches or buds of one plant to stems or roots of another plant, so that the two parts connected together will grow into a complete plant. I thought there would be a strange result, but I didn't realize the difference until it blossomed and bore fruit. I was shocked to hear that my second plan failed.

This is my childhood memory. I think each of us has a wonderful childhood memory in our hearts. I hope all of us can share our childhood events and make everyone feel happy!

Childhood Life-Recalling Prose 5 Winter in childhood memory was spent with snow, which added endless colors to my childhood and a lot of happiness to our winter. Childhood is like snowflakes. I can't count them. I reached out and caught the biggest and most beautiful flower. This is my most interesting childhood story and the stupidest thing I have ever experienced.

I have owned and played dozens of the most classic toys and games. Among them, there are the best memories I have long forgotten.

Gyroscope To be honest, I don't like gyroscopes very much, because I can't play well. No matter how many times the cloth whip is carefully wrapped, and how hard it is to stand on the ground, the gyro always falls to the ground half dead as soon as it gets up, just like a fallen flower in late autumn. Once I finally became angry from embarrassment and threw the gyro to the ground. It twisted and rolled several times on the ground, lying lazily on the ground, laughing at me wantonly, not caring about my anger at all. But this annoying little thing can dance so carefree, beautiful and noble under her mother's whip. It proudly holds its head high and spins! Swirl and dance into a delicate and charming rose, as if it would never stop. So with a rather sacred belief, I put it in a drawer from now on, and never dare to profane this dance spirit at will. composition

Kaleidoscope I forgot whether the color of the barrel was monochrome or color, but I only remembered that the mirror in the barrel was silvery and shiny. If you put your eyes through the small hole at the top, you can see colorful patterns and colors. If you turn the protruding part at the bottom by hand, it can be changed infinitely. Just like the flowers in spring, the flowers in spring are always amazing.

Marbles. I like these shiny little things very much. At that time, it was always strange how the zigzag creamy thing in the middle of the beads got in, and I am still curious until now. I like the cleanest and smoothest beads, which can reflect seven colors of people. Bend your fingers, fix them with your index finger, and then hold them with your thumb. After you decide on your strength, send out the beads to beat each other, and they will all be yours. In the simple gameplay, with the victory or defeat and the trophy, the pale game adds fresh colors. The dissatisfaction and regret of the loser, the excitement and pride of the winner are intertwined into an interesting picture. Oh, what an innocent child. Time flies. The sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. I'm already a sixth-grade student, and those interesting things in my childhood. It has taken root in my memory and will never be erased!

Childhood life-recalling prose 6 childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, so bitter and so warm; Childhood is like a rainbow after a storm, so gorgeous and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable; Childhood is like that winding path, so intriguing. The wind can't blow away this warm memory, and the rain can't hide this moving melody. Only lovely sunshine can shine on it and save it.

Recalling the unremarkable childhood events, although small, those memories are so touching. Because of these memories, I can make continuous progress and pursue, and I can grow up healthily. Childhood always reminds people of colorful dreams, babbling, learning to walk, stepping on the stage for the first time, calling parents for the first time, remembering for the first time ... At that moment, all the shots came into your eyes.

For me, on the day when I took up my new schoolbag for the first time, I finally went to school like other children, which was a historic moment. My parents took pictures of the happiest and unforgettable moments with their cameras, which became the happiest thing for my parents and the happiest portrayal of my family. This unforgettable moment, so beautiful and sweet, has always appeared in my mind. But beauty is just the past. In the long days, after repeated tempering, I honed myself as strong and weak as steel. Everyone knows the pressure of studying, but no one will feel sad about it. In the autumn when all the leaves fall, there is only hard work and only lost happiness.

So far, in the face of the cruelty of reality, I will not shed a tear, my tears are covered by dark clouds. Childhood dreams are colorful, as beautiful as a hundred flowers. At that time, there was no trouble, no trouble, no pain. Childhood dreams are like being in the night sky, so wide and quiet. I think of countless stars in my childhood dreams. They just blink, can't talk, and are honest and calm. Countless stars, like countless dreams, poured into my little head. Since then, I have been thinking about countless problems.

Dreams in the night sky are like a small castle piled up on the beach; Just like imagining everything that can't happen in reality during the day; It's like looking up in the campus garden. When I was a child, I always liked dreaming. You can't find the exit maze if you walk in your dream. Being locked in the maze again and again, my heart is always so confused.

Memories make everything in the world quiet, relaxing, warm, reminiscent of distant but not distant dreams, reminiscent of rain, raindrops are beating melodies. When you fall, there is a force watching you, reminding you to fly the paper plane under the blue sky and the dream you expect.

Childhood is a thing of the past, but only by accumulating more experience can this road go further and wider; Dreams often change, but only by struggling and struggling can this dream become a dream and a reality.