Childhood memory composition

In our daily study, work or life, many people write compositions, which can improve our language organization ability. How to write a good composition? The following is my collection of essays about childhood memories, hoping to help everyone. Memories of childhood composition 1 My childhood was colorful. Recall childhood events, such as fish wandering in the deep sea; Smells like a flower. In my childhood, I was very naughty and dignified, and I was a little afraid of tigers. I remember when I was in kindergarten, once, I came to the kindergarten to play on the grass. Suddenly I saw a hornet's nest. I have heard adults say that "a hornet's nest cannot be poked". But I don't believe in this evil. I only know that there are tigers in the mountains, but I prefer to go to the mountains. Driven by this curiosity and indomitable psychology. My naughty heart has already been checked out. So I immediately found a long wooden stick, then pointed it at the hornet's nest and stabbed it with all my strength, causing great disaster! The hornet's nest was stabbed, but the hornet didn't flinch and began to attack me. They buzzed around me, almost a swarm of bees. Seeing this, I was shocked and thought: Thirty-six measures is the best policy, run! Suddenly, a wasp stung my head. I was in unbearable pain and had to lose my helmet and armor. I haven't run a few steps, there is a wall in front, there is no retreat before, and there are pursuers behind. A thought flashed through my mind: there is only one fierce battle! I closed my eyes and tried my best. This is a fierce battle. Several bags were stung on the face, and the wasp suffered heavy casualties. This is a lose-lose situation. I shook off the dust and touched the wound on my head. At that time, I still felt great and complacent. Because adults often say that bees change color, I dare to fight them as a child. When I got home, my grandparents knew I was in trouble when they saw me hanging flowers. I will tell you the truth. Grandpa said in surprise, "you boy, the person who was stung by a wasp had a fever, but he died!" " I really don't understand! "When I heard this, I was shocked and thought: It's so serious, I'd better not stir up hornets' nests in the future, and you should be careful! Memories of childhood composition 2 During the period of primary school, I met many people and got to know each other. I met Qi Qi, a smart person. Because of them, my childhood was more wonderful. Among these people, the most impressive one is my deskmate Zhong Meiling. I remember that time, she was ill and a pale face appeared in front of me. But she said there was nothing wrong with it at all, just turning on the air conditioner to cool off for one night. How uncomfortable it is to be sick, especially when I have a cold, but she still doesn't forget to make me happy. Because I didn't do well in the exam, I was called to talk by the teacher again. The teacher said I was heartless, which is probably true. Knowing that her deskmate was ill, she not only didn't care about greetings, but also joked with everyone that she blew air conditioning. Although my temper is careless, I have no meaning. I'm trying to make her smile more, exercise my nerves guarded by the virus and let my illness go to hell. Unexpectedly, kindness turned into a bad thing. She cried when she heard other students laughing at her "air-conditioned sleeping Meiling". It pains me to see her crying out of breath. Later, I apologized to her, and she said she didn't remember. After her illness, she became a chatterbox again. I'm wearing a short skirt and she keeps her hair. She wants to talk about what happened at home, and she wants to gossip ... especially after every exam, she always sticks to the wrong questions and insists on telling me the solution methods and ideas again. She is more and more like my teacher, which makes me love and hate. Although she got excellent grades and dumped others for several blocks, she was never proud or open-minded. Others run on her and play tricks on her, but she always wears a naive smile. I said she was stupid! She raised her smiling face and confidently said to me: A fool is blessed with a fool. It is such a seemingly silly and weak girl who brings endless fun to my primary school time. I will cherish these wonderful memories. Childhood Memories Composition 3 Childhood is the starting point of growth. In colorful childhood memories, there are happy memories, sad memories and helpless memories, but they are all good memories. In my childhood memory, what makes me most happy is the shooting competition in military training, which is an unusual competition. I'm actually very relaxed, because I often play ten ring, and it's easy to get full marks for ten bullets, but this time it's beyond my expectation. The game was held on Wednesday afternoon, when the wind was very strong, about 2m/s, and the bullet deviation would be very serious. This worries me. I thought about it and deliberately turned my eyes to the left, thus offsetting the wind direction. However, I still feel strange. I fired two bullets in a row. Although I won 20 points, I hit the edge. I'm sorry. I had a whim and walked around the bull's-eye. I shed tears of joy. It's not enough to finish all the bullets! I won the first place in this competition, and only I got full marks. I am so happy that I feel that the sky seems to be getting bluer and the grass on the ground is getting greener. At this time, the birds' songs become more pleasant. They seem to tell me, "Pay attention to details and be diligent in thinking." Childhood is like a colorful box containing many colorful and interesting memories. Childhood is beautiful, childhood is happy, and childhood is full of philosophy. Childhood Memories Composition 4 Everyone has a colorful childhood. In this childhood, memories are like diamonds, always flashing in our hearts. It's really ridiculous to think about it now. When I was five or six years old, I had a little hobby, and that was painting. One morning, my sister was reading a novel that was very popular recently. I couldn't help climbing onto the table to read it with her. I saw many beautiful girls painted on a page, "Wow! Such a beautiful girl, if only I could draw. " So that night, when my sister wasn't looking, she took the novel and ran back to the room softly. I found a lot of white paper in my room, and I took almost all the paper at home. I took a pen and drew this beautiful girl by imitating the appearance of a great painter. But look, my God! I drew her tall nose into a triangle, her smooth hair into several straight lines, her cherry-like mouth into a circle, and her arch eyebrows into a straight line. From a distance, she looked like a clown, but it was ugly. I couldn't bear to look straight! Keep drawing and drawing, and gradually the paper will be used up. I really couldn't find a piece of paper, so I picked up a pen, drew on the wall, and then spilled paint on the wall. The wall is a mess, especially a mess. Mother screamed as soon as she entered the room. She said angrily, "Why are the walls so messy and dirty?" I am very happy: "I am drawing." Mom turned away in anger. From then on, I like drawing more. Although it will be messy. Now that I think about it, it really makes me laugh and cry! Childhood Memories Composition 5 Childhood is a sweet chocolate; Childhood is a delicious cup of coffee; Childhood is a wonderful story. My childhood was different. When I was four years old, I often went to the river with my grandfather to catch small fish. Small fish swim happily in clear water. Grandpa and I took off our shoes and rolled up our trouser legs. The water is very cold, and several small fish and shrimps swim around my feet and chew my feet from time to time! I giggled and almost fell into the water several times. Then grandpa said, "OK, Hanhan, let's start catching fish!" " ""all right! " I quickly answered. Grandpa's. There are already some fish in the basket. The little fish jumped around as if to say, "Let me out! ""And in my basket, it is empty and there is nothing. I cried and told my grandfather, who smiled and said, "Hanhan, I'll teach you!" " "Say that finish, grandpa taught me hand in hand. Just when I was watching a small fish about 15 centimeters, my grandfather secretly put the small fish he caught in my basket, and I found it when the fish jumped in my basket. I looked at grandpa, and grandpa looked at me. Grandpa's gentle smiling face makes me feel very warm. When I was 6 years old, I grew vegetables in vegetable fields with my grandfather. When my grandfather watered the flowers, I caught a small snail beside him. Once I catch it, I will proudly show it to him, and grandpa will say, "Great, great! "I will jump for joy. Now, grandpa has left me, but I love him forever. Childhood Memories Composition 6 Hee hee ...! Tian Tian, I don't know if you remember. We didn't know anyone before, but in a "war", we met and became very, very good friends. That day was our first day of school, because your parents drove you there, and I just accompanied my mother. So, of course you came earlier than me. At that time, you had already moved the chair to the table, but you went to fetch water. At that time, I had just arrived I looked left and right and found there was no room. Then I told the teacher, and the teacher said, "... hey! Where there is an empty seat, just sit there! The teacher pointed to the chair that you moved but nobody made. But although I knew it was your chair, I sat down. After a while, you came back and found that I made the chair for you, so you had to move a chair angrily and helplessly. He also said to me angrily, "Hum! I tell you, next time you dare to sit in my chair, I'll be rude to you! ! ！” And gave you a hard look. After school, I went home and climbed the window sill of The Upper Terrace to look out. Just then, I saw you walking back. You suddenly say to your mother, "Mom, look! This is our classmate. "From then on, we went to school together every day, went home together every day, did our homework together, and even sometimes I went to your house for dinner, so we became very good friends. Hey! My tenth birthday is a special birthday, because it is the last birthday you gave me. That's what I don't understand and I don't know how to cherish. Now that you are in Urumqi, I can only see you two or three times a year, and I can't tell you some troubles now. In the past, you could work with me to solve difficulties. Tian Tian! Did you miss me? Memories of ...........................'s Childhood Composition 7 Childhood events are like countless stars in the sky. The most interesting one was one summer when I was six years old. It's very hot in the summer morning, and cicadas keep calling in the trees. I stayed alone in the yard, and my parents went out. So, I basked in the sun in the yard for a while and learned cicada singing for a while. Suddenly, an inconspicuous small pond appeared in the corner of the yard, which triggered my whimsy: I can play with mud by the pond. I mean what I say. I make mud into little people or animals. Suddenly, I found a piece of mud sticking to my nose. I used two dirty hands to do it, but it got dirtier and dirtier, even my whole face was covered with black mud. This is really like a black man from India! Forget it, forget it, my mind is always so naive. When I went back to play, I was shocked: what are those black things? What an ugly face! I wonder who piled it up with such a poor IQ. Really ugly. Let's speed up! After I stepped on it, it suddenly occurred to me that I haven't piled up the mud yet! At first, I thought it was the mud I had just piled! I scolded myself, too. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh at that time. I'm really in distress situation! In the days after that, whenever I think about it, I always giggle. Memories are always beautiful. Although my childhood has passed away from me, the carefree and happy time of my childhood will never disappear in my memory. Childhood memories still exude charming fragrance. Memories of childhood composition 8 I remember blowing bubbles when I was 4 years old. Find a bottle, pour in water, add a small amount of washing powder, and mix the water and washing powder evenly with a straw to make foam water. I came to the balcony, picked up the cup, dipped it in foam water with a straw, and blew it gently, blowing out thousands of bubbles. Some of them flew into the clouds like superman, enjoying the wonderful rivers and mountains in the world, and some greeted Grandpa Sun and talked about their worries. Others are full of courage, are not afraid of microbes disrupting the route, and work hard to fly to the moon to have a good time. The most interesting are those intimate and warm "lovers". Holding hands, they danced for a while and flew into space for a while, which dazzled me. All the bubbles glow red, blue and purple in the bright sunlight ... when the wind blows, they dance to realize their dreams. Sometimes, I am jealous that they can realize their dreams, but I can't. It takes a lot of strength. I remember one time, I was not convinced. I only blew a little bubble, so I blew hard. Unexpectedly, it was empty. Unfortunately, this is a thing of the past. Since then, I have never blown bubbles, except for the one I did during my holiday homework. However, this did not dispel my thoughts. Now, my ideal is not to blow bubbles. I want to study hard. I want to spend my time on reading, which is the source of knowledge. However, I will never forget the happiness of my childhood! Forever and ever ... I don't forget to move the book while humming a ditty. The sound of "pa" interrupted my melody. I turned around and found a yellow book lying on the ground, wanting to take a nap. I put the book in my arms, picked it up and patted the cover. The words "a hundred thousand why" caught my attention. Although it has lost its former glory, it can still feel a sacred glory. I am very excited. I think, at the beginning, I tried my best to find this book. Now, it is in front of my eyes, and my inner joy can't be described in words. I remember when I was a child, the first book my father gave me was this book "100,000 Why". I was very happy at that time, because it was my first book. I can't wait to open it and greedily appreciate the illustrations in the book, as if I had never touched the book before. Looking back now, I always feel that I was too naive and cute at that time. I can't help laughing at the corners of my mouth again. I opened the book carefully and turned pages. Perhaps the content is not rich, but it is full of the flavor of childhood, with childhood memories, as if returning to that naive, dirty little girl. What a beautiful book! It not only brings me knowledge, but also makes me cherish my childhood memories when I grow up. This is the most beautiful book in my life, because it carries the childhood memories that I will never forget. I thank it for helping me remember my childhood. Memories of Childhood Composition 10 My childhood was spent in menstruation's family in the countryside of Bayan County, and menstruation's family gave me infinite joy in my childhood. There is a mountain near my aunt's house, and there is a field at the foot of it. In spring, we children will also help adults transplant rice seedlings, fertilize and do some farm work. But we don't feel tired at all, because we help adults share some fatigue and feel very happy. In summer, we will go to the river on the side of the mountain to play. The river is as clear as a mirror and as green as jasper. It's so beautiful. Fish swim and play happily in the river. My friends and I learn to swim, have a water fight and catch small fish in the river ... There are bursts of laughter from time to time in the river. When we are tired of playing, we lie on the soft grass, listening to birds singing for us, watching the changing white clouds in the sky and breathing fresh air. Sometimes, we will go to the mountains to play and catch butterflies and dragonflies, but when we see their lovely appearance, we will let them go. Autumn is a harvest season. We will harvest rice fields with adults and enjoy the joy of harvest. Even in winter, our happiness is everywhere. The river froze in the cold winter. This is simply a ski resort, where we skate. Sometimes it snows. It brought happiness to my childhood. I like it here. Childhood Memories Composition 1 1 Childhood is a colorful candy, which is contained in your mouth, and a sweet aroma will diffuse into your heart. Today, I'm going to tell you something interesting about my childhood-bathing small animals with a washing machine! Today, my mother went to buy fruit. I play chicken at home alone. My body is clean, but the chicken is dirty. I began to sympathize with the chicken: I can take a hot bath comfortably, but the chicken can't. I decided to give the chicken a hot bath, so I opened the lid of the washing machine and put the chicken in. They thought it was a new home and kept chattering. I followed my mother's example, put some detergent in, closed the lid and started the washing machine. I am delighted to think that the chicken will be clean after taking a bath! Suddenly, there was a beep-the chicken was ready! But when I opened the lid, all the chickens died! I cried. At this time, my mother came back and saw me in distress situation. I told my mother everything. My mother smiled and said: chickens are different from clothes, so you can't use the washing machine! This is my childhood. I still feel sorry for those chickens when I think about it. My childhood was so naughty! Memories of childhood composition 12 The village horn is familiar to everyone, right? It's one of those big stupid horns with a dark appearance and a big head and a small head. On the way to the learning camp, I met a big horn. Have a look? I can't help falling into memories ... I remember going to my grandmother's house when I was a child. My grandmother's family is in the countryside. She is a doctor, so she has a big speaker at home, which is convenient for informing people. I did a lot of funny things because of that big horn. I remember one time, grandma broadcast to let everyone get vaccinated. Finished, forgot to turn off the microphone, just shout there. Haha, my voice rang all over the village at that time. I'll never forget the proud expression on my face, and then my mother beat me up. Later, when I grew up, I didn't often go back to the village. And there are many music listening devices and broadcasting devices. Now I have a small square speaker, I think. In fact, to be honest, I have long forgotten about the big speaker. Now that mobile phones are so developed, you can listen to music at any time by wearing headphones. But this time, when I saw the familiar speaker on the way to the learning camp, I suddenly understood that childhood memories are now technology and cannot be bought. No matter how advanced the technology is now, he is far less than the big horn that grew up with me and brought me happiness. Memories of childhood composition 13 I spent my childhood in my grandmother's house and grandmother's house. There are mountains and water, and the air is very fresh. Grandma keeps a large group of chickens and ducks, a cat and a dog. They are all my good friends. My grandmother has shrimps and crabs. My cousin Zheng Mingyu and I often catch it, and sometimes we can fry it if we catch too much. Grandma's family also has many memories. Let me tell you about it. I remember that time when I was 5 years old, my grandmother had a "Kubi", which was a puppy. There is also a kitten "Mido". Coopy always lies prone when he sees me, waiting for me to touch; The beauty is different. As soon as he saw me, he ran straight to me and let me hug him. I will pat his little head and say, "How old are you? Do you want me to hug you? "It will rub its two soft front paws on its face, as if it were still a little shy. Of course, there are many interesting things at grandma's house. A holiday, my cousin and I went to my grandmother's house to play. When we arrived at grandma's house, we put down our things, found a plastic bag, took a disposable paper cup, two sticks and three small pieces of raw pork and set off. Where are you going? Of course, I went to a nearby stream to catch crabs and lobsters! We whistled and rushed to the stream excitedly. We arrived and stopped suddenly. We took out the stick, tied the thread to the head of the stick, and tied a small piece of fat on the other end of the thread. Then we put the fat into the water and told my brother to watch, and I ran to catch crabs. I just put down a big stone. Wow! Two big crabs! Soon, I have found more than twenty; Besides, my cousin caught some lobsters. We will go home with trophies and prepare to burn them. Childhood life is really interesting, I think everyone's childhood is equally interesting! Childhood memory composition 14 childhood is a spring breeze, blowing on the earth of time; Childhood is a boat, crossing the ocean of memory. Childhood has come, bringing infinite joy. Childhood is gone, leaving behind the flowers of memories. I remember one day when I was a child, I had a whim and wanted to make fish eggs for my mother. Fish eggs, as the name implies, are eggs made of fish. First, I need a fish. It happened that my father bought a fish at home that day. I put the live fish on the chopping board and rolled it with a rolling pin. Now that I think about it, the lively fish was really unlucky to meet me. Then, I want to pull out all the fishbones, but I can't. What should I do? I remember my mother cut her nails the day before, so use it to cut them! I cut it for a long time, fiddled with the fish for a long time, and finally made it! Next, I'm going to roll it into a ball. The teacher said to save water to wash hands, so he washed his hands with rice washing water. After washing your hands, I'll rub the fish into a ball and you'll be done! However, there is no flour wrapped in it at home! Oh, by the way, there is a lot of yellow flour in the yard. I took back a basin of loess like stepping on hot wheels, wrapped it in fish balls and fried it in a pot. That scene is terrible! I have doubts about my childhood. When my mother came home from beauty treatment, she saw the "stew" on my hand, with loess, fishbone and fish blood in it. Look at the plate of fish wrapped in loess in my hand. I looked shocked and stunned ... My childhood was my swing, which carried me and shook me to the moment of sweet memories. Memories of childhood composition 15 "cicadas are chirping in the small tree next to Yanchi." On the horizontal bar of the playground ... "This is the truest portrayal of childhood life. The salt pond, bamboo forest and classroom that accompanied me to grow up have become the most sincere memories of my primary school life. But what I remember most is a wooden model staircase, which lies quietly on the exhibition platform of the school museum, witnessing the beauty of my childhood community life, and my nostalgia and thinking about my childhood community life often float out because of it ... It was still in the fourth grade, and one day, the teacher asked all of us to make a staircase ourselves. It is new for us to make stairs with wood. Everyone is interested in cutting plates with color paper cutters, splicing with glue guns and coloring finished products. Everyone is busy. But at this moment, a drop of deep red blood flowed from the thumb and cut it! I cut my hand under the board with a knife. Xiao Wang, a classmate, made a decisive decision and quickly pressed the wound on my hand with a paper towel. The students also put down their boards and ran up and down here. Some help me change the paper towel, and some go to the school hospital to buy a band-aid. It was not until the bleeding from my wound stopped that everyone returned to their seats and continued to cut their own boards. Finally, each of us made our own stairs. Although they look different, we have made some achievements. Looking at their works, we smiled at each other and put our works on the display shelf one after another. A classmate came over and asked me with concern, how is my hand? Although it has been several years since this incident, I feel warm every time I think about it. And everything in childhood, every sentence, is like a pearl, engraved with our friendship and sowing our dreams. Oh, unforgettable colorful childhood! Unforgettable true and friendly classmates! A teacher who never forgets his parents. ...