Childhood fun third grade composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone is familiar with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. I believe many friends are very upset about writing compositions. The following are seven interesting essays about the third grade of childhood that I compiled for you. Welcome everyone to learn from and refer to. I hope it helps you.

1 I have always treasured a black and white photo at home. In the photo, there is a thin little girl with two horns, wearing a floral coat, dark eyes, full of curiosity and excitement, and a little shy, sitting on a small bench, ranking second on the right. This is me. This black-and-white photo is deeply imprinted in my mind and cannot be erased. This is the first photo in my memory, and it is also my most precious photo. At that time, I was smart, clever, cute, curious and kind.

I remember that I was very happy and free at that time, and sometimes I worked with my mother in the fields. My mother mowed the grass, I helped put it away, and then I carried it back to the big ditch in the field. My mother boasted to everyone, "My summer is so clever and obedient that she can help me with my work!" " "Listen to the people also give a thumbs-up and praise. I listened to it, and my heart was beautiful. Sweeter than eating honey. I work harder and I don't feel tired. I also hummed a song, very busy. Sometimes when I am tired, I stop and sit on the grass or in the field, watching butterflies dance, watching bees fly around, watching birds chirp in the trees and listening to frogs sing loudly in the ditch. My heart is beautiful! Of course, sometimes you will break out in a cold sweat when you meet terrible snakes and mice. Sometimes, in order to catch up with work, I go home too late and there will be mosquito bites. I remember once, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep on the ground. Mother finished her work and went home with the stars overhead. I will sleep till dawn. Although a little bitter, I feel very sweet in my heart and my childhood is full of fun. Compared with modern children, although I lack cute toys, delicious snacks and beautiful clothes, my childhood helped me to develop the good qualities of loving life and understanding my parents, which modern children do not have, and it is also difficult to cultivate, the most precious and beautiful thing in life.

I remember it was raining, which was my happiest time. Because of the rain, I can't work in the farmland, so I can make room for fishing in the surrounding pond. My grandfather, father and brother are all loyal fishing lovers. At that time, the village was surrounded by big and deep ponds with many fish in them. Usually I don't have time, and I'm embarrassed to go. "Shrimp fishing-delaying crops", at that time, people thought fishing was unprofessional, and people would laugh at it when they went there. Rainy days are different. I can go fishing with confidence. My father took my brother with a fishing net. Of course, he doesn't want to take me. Unable to withstand my repeated entreaties, I finally set off with me. I was so happy that I jumped three feet high, holding a fertilizer bag (for fish) in my hand, and followed my brother with a fart, and went fishing happily.

Dad is an expert in fishing. Sometimes he can catch a lot of fish, including snakehead, crucian carp, silver carp and sometimes crabs, but people at that time didn't like to eat crabs because they had too little meat. I prefer snakehead. Father pulled the fishing net ashore, and I was busy taking it off the net and putting it in a fertilizer bag. Sometimes the fish is too slippery to catch and will jump to the shore. I will jump on it, hug the fish tightly in my arms, carefully put the fish in the bag, carry the bag on my back, and be happy. At the end of the day, I visited all the ponds around the village and gained a lot. The happiest thing is that you can eat delicious fish soup when you get home. Although there is no seasoning, I think there is no more delicious food in the world. I always eat all the fish in the bowl. In order not to get caught by fishbone, my mother always picks fishbone carefully. It's always a meal, but I don't eat fish. I think it is too slow.

Speaking of food, I remember that I chewed corn buns first, and then I started eating steamed buns when conditions were better. Although there is no food (sometimes pickled radish strips by yourself occasionally), it is delicious to eat in your mouth.

Where do you live? Is it two crooked small earth houses or Westinghouse? The North House is where Grandpa lives in winter. The doors and windows are not closed tightly enough, and the whistling north wind can blow into the house. At that time, I hated winter very much. What impressed me deeply was that I copied my hands all day, put them in my sleeves, had no stove, and then kept stamping my feet. A little older, there was an early class after school (at that time, there were still two classes in the morning, three classes in the morning and three classes in the afternoon). After returning home, the greatest happiness is to put your hand under your father's bed to warm your hands. Father deliberately pretended to scream and asked me to pull his head and push him out of bed. I am also happy to pull my head and push him out of bed. Mom can cook for dinner. Eating steaming rice and drinking corn porridge cooked in a big pot soon warmed up and my hands and feet were not cold.

Dad gave me and my brother a nickname. My brother's name is Degreen, and my name is Doll. I like this nickname very much, especially when I hear my father's "very happy" and call me "doll" exaggeratedly. Sometimes, I can hear my father's "doll" screaming loudly and dragging a long tone in the yard. Sometimes I'm in front, my brother sits in the back, I climb on the bus, and I'm laughing. My younger brother plays "Dapeng spreads his wings" and "Monkey catches the moon" in the back seat, which is incomparable for modern children to play games in front of the computer.

Autumn is coming, and the sweet potatoes in the field are ripe. I followed my father to dig sweet potatoes in the field. At dawn in the morning, I was awakened by my mother, rubbed my sleepy eyes, skid up, took my bag, climbed into the cart and was pushed to the ground by my father. Dad first cut off the sweet potato vine with a sickle, skillfully rolled it into a roll like a summer mat, then rolled it to the ground, and then began to dig sweet potatoes. I saw my father holding a coat sleeve, exaggerating to spit in his hand, swinging and digging. Digging sweet potatoes is also a technical job. It's a pity to dig without digging well. Dad is an expert at digging sweet potatoes. Dad first found the root of the sweet potato vine exposed on the ground, then put the pickaxe about a foot away from the rhizome, dug around the stem root, and then pulled it hard with the stem root, and a nest of sweet potatoes came out. If you can't say it, pick up the sweet potato, clean it with your coat and eat it quickly. There is nothing more delicious in the world. After eating, I began to be busy again. By breakfast, I had just finished digging a piece of land and almost dug a car. Father pushed the sweet potato, then pushed me and went home for dinner. I only remember the beauty that I can't say in my heart. Digged sweet potatoes are buried in the sand at home and will not be bad all winter. When cooking corn porridge, put some sweet potatoes, which is the most delicious food in the world.

I went to school when I was older. I remember that on the first day of school, my mother sent me to the "Yuhong class" in the village. When I came to school and saw so many friends, I quickly became one with them. At that time, there was no need to pick up and drop off at school, and it was all in walking to school. However, you must pay the tuition. I remember paying 4 yuan for the first time. But for a family like me, it is also a big expense. I have been very sensible since I was a child. Knowing that life at home is very difficult, I made up my mind to live up to my parents' hopes and study hard. Soon I became the backbone of literature and art and a learning star in my class.

I remember that I was able to read story books by myself when I was in the second grade of primary school. It's nothing now, but it was great then. After class, my classmates gathered around me and listened to me read stories to them. My heart is full of happiness and pride. My literacy should benefit from my good friend Xinli's grandmother. Her grandmother is one of the few scholars in the village. She often teaches Xinli and her brothers to read when she is free. As an observer, I benefited from it. I think those Chinese characters are too interesting. Since then, I have been fascinated by Chinese characters and learning. I feel very good about grandma Xie Xinli and sincerely bow to her old man's house. My first teacher, I soon became the best student there. Then I pestered my brother to teach me. Although he is reluctant, he can't bear my repeated requests and can only teach me. As a result, my reading and writing ability has improved rapidly, and I can read fairy tales by myself soon. Moreover, I am often deeply fascinated by fairy tales, and every day is so simple, happy and full.

At that time, the games included throwing sandbags, kicking shuttlecock, picking up cloth bags, skipping rope and so on. I am a first-class master. At that time, although my childhood was so poor, it was full of happiness, self-confidence, friendliness, gratitude and filial piety, because people at that time were so sincere, simple and kind, without disguise and intrigue, and lived so relaxed and chic that modern society could not reach them.

Childhood is like a book with many stories to tell, and it is like a big ship full of laughter, sweat and tears.

Speaking of childhood, I talked a lot of interesting things. Do you believe me? I'll tell you.

When I was a child, I liked to eat. I am as fat as a meatball. My favorite food is spaghetti. It is essential to eat pasta every day. At that time, I was only a little over three years old, and I had a strong desire to hold chopsticks, but every time I held chopsticks, they seemed to be against me and wouldn't listen to me. In addition, the vermicelli in the bowl slides around like a loach, which worries me. It's great to eat a vermicelli, but a fierce "struggle" with chopsticks is a trophy. The whole family watched me winking at chopsticks, which made me almost laugh.

Later, grandpa saw that I was struggling to hold chopsticks, so he said to me, "Come on, baby, let grandpa feed you." I nodded again and again, thinking: Yes! Finally liberated, I can end my "struggle" with that annoying chopsticks. Grandpa seems to have magical hands. As soon as the chopsticks arrived in his hand, he was as gentle as a little girl and obedient to grandpa. Under grandpa's "command", Sister Chopsticks successfully "bit" a vermicelli out of the bowl. The fans are so long that I don't know where to put my mouth. I wanted to swallow it in one gulp, and suddenly I had a brainwave. I looked up and opened my mouth. Grandpa smiled and said, "Oh, here comes vermicelli!" " "In this way, a bowl of vermicelli was soon ruined by me.

What a wonderful childhood!

With the growth of age, childhood is gradually sealed in the corner of memory, and I don't know when it has been dusty. Still, opening it makes me feel warm …

We were innocent and carefree in childhood. I remember when I was a child, I was particularly keen on doing things smaller than myself. At that time, I slept with my grandmother. My grandmother's bed is a high wooden bed, which is an insurmountable height for me. At this time, grandma always carried me to the bed or moved a small stool to climb up. At that time, I was full of curiosity about the dark bed bottom. In the evening, I finally laid a mat and lay on it for a while. After all, I felt dirty and had to climb back into bed in frustration.

It is always hot in summer, but it doesn't exist in old houses. Even in the afternoon when the sun is so strong, it is only cool to enter the room. There is a folding sofa in the front hall. Every afternoon, grandpa always likes to lie there and take a nap. There is no noise in the city, no one comes and goes, only the sound of cicadas accompanies us. Although it is noisy, it looks quiet. When eating in the evening, grandpa always likes to eat in the small yard. A little later, the mosquitoes came out. At this time, I am always stung and very painful.

Autumn autumn is really a season that I love and hate. Rice has just been harvested in summer, and it will be sown in a blink of an eye. Autumn is not obvious in the south. Not as obvious as the sudden arrival of autumn in the north. It is quiet and even reveals a little vitality. I can't see a tree with all the leaves, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter. But I love those two holidays to buy autumn, Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day. But I often spend it with my grandparents, but my parents haven't spent it with me yet. Students all say that autumn is a reunion festival, but I don't think so, because I can't feel the same with them. But so what? I have my own fun, and I don't think it's a lack, because I still have grandparents.

It was not cold in winter when I was a child. When I was a child, my grandmother would plant vines of sweet potatoes in the fields and dig sweet potatoes in winter. Grandma always gets up early. She will pick out the sweet potatoes and wash them. Sometimes I get up early to wash with her. The water is not very cold, because it is a well in the yard. I have cooked a large pot of sweet potatoes, and I always like to take some to school for my friends to eat, but many people have them, and they are all better than mine. ...

Oh, and grandma's fire cage in winter, which is the carbon used to burn firewood when boiling water and taking a bath at night. Grandma put carbon in it, which is our "warm water bag" ... when I was a child, I really didn't feel cold in winter, but when I grew up, something changed. I should know I can't go back, but why do I feel colder and colder these winters? It's really unbearable.

Childhood fun 4. Childhood fun is like shining stars in the sky, countless. But I still remember two things that happened when I was five. It's funny to think about it now. Make "cement"

At the age of five, my family built a house and brought a lot of cement. At that time, I didn't know those gray powders were cement. One day, when I was playing on the construction site, I heard my father say that there was not enough cement and asked my mother to buy some. As soon as I heard it, I said, "Dad, why did you buy cement? Can't you do it yourself? " Dad smiled and said, "Can you do it?" What my father said made me unconvinced, and I thought, I must make cement.

I came to the ridge with a bucket, shoveled some mud in the bucket with a shovel, and then stirred it with a stick. After a while, the mud was stirred into mud by me. I am happy to show my work to my father. My dad said, "silly boy, cement is not cement." Cement is gray dry powder, not mud made of water and mud. " . "Oh!" I suddenly realized.

get an electric shock

One day, my mother went out, and I wanted to watch TV at home alone, so I wanted to plug in the power, but when I met the iron piece, I remembered what my mother said. Don't touch the iron piece on the plug, or you will get an electric shock. I was so scared that I wrote a suicide note.

Mom:

I touched the electricity and I'm going to die soon. You and dad should be careful. Don't think about me. This is my fault. I have to plug in the TV. I still have some lucky money in my piggy bank. You must take care, I will watch you in heaven.

Daughter: Lou

September 25(th)

Then I lay in bed waiting for "death". As a result, my mother came back and was shocked. She woke me up and made it clear before I understood.

This is the joy of my childhood.

From crying baby to slim girl, in this 15 years of ups and downs and colorful growth experience, the most unforgettable thing is an interesting thing that happened in childhood.

When I was a child, I liked grapefruit best. Whenever my mother buys grapefruit from the market, no matter how much it is, I will gobble it up in one breath, and sometimes even the grapefruit seeds will be swallowed. So my mother often scratches my little nose and face with her hands and calls me "grapefruit fan" with a smile.

One hot summer, my mother bought three big grapefruit. I was overjoyed when I saw it: there was something delicious to enjoy again. That good thing from Huang Chengcheng makes my mouth water! When I was ready to put them in my mouth as usual, I stood by and "admired" my mother. She warned me, "Aunt is coming, don't steal food." Oh, what a shame! It turns out that this kind of food is used to entertain guests. I can't help it My saliva can only be swallowed directly into my stomach.

"Ding-dong, Ding-dong", the doorbell rang and aunt finally came. I rushed out of the bedroom happily and saw menstruation sitting in the living room. I gave a deep cry: "Auntie!" As it happens, my mother came out of the kitchen with a cut grapefruit. She greeted my aunt and me with a smile: "Come and eat grapefruit." Hearing this, I rushed to my mother regardless of the fact that the guests were nearby. Before my mother put down the grapefruit, I eagerly grabbed it and sent it to my mouth. Aunt smiled and said, "Lili, don't eat too fast." Swallow grapefruit seeds carefully. In that case, the pomelo tree will grow on your head. " As soon as I heard this, I was a little scared and asked my aunt, "Is there really a grapefruit tree on my head?" Aunt continued to tease me and said, "Really! But this is exactly what you want. Plant a grapefruit tree on your head and eat as many grapefruit as you want in the future. This is called "self-production and self-marketing". I thought to myself, even if I like grapefruit again, it's scary that this grapefruit tree grows on my head. I won't do it! I quickly grabbed my throat with my hand and tried to take out the grapefruit seeds I had eaten. Naturally, it didn't help. Now I'm even more panicked. I can only say to my mother in tears: "Take me to the hospital quickly, I don't want pomelo trees on my head!" Mother stifled her laughter and said slowly, "Don't worry, don't worry, grapefruit trees won't grow so soon." "As long as you eat less grapefruit in the future, the grapefruit tree in your stomach will not grow up." After listening to my mother's words, my heart calmed down a little. I plan not to eat grapefruit in the future.

A few days later, my mother bought a few kilograms of grapefruit from the supermarket. I saw her watching TV leisurely, eating grapefruit with relish and drooling again. My mother smiled in surprise and said, "Lili, why don't you eat?" This grapefruit is very sweet. "I swallowed and said," I don't eat grapefruit anymore. "Otherwise, I really have a grapefruit tree on my head. What can I do? " Mother suddenly smiled and bent over: "You silly child, you are so silly and cute!" " Do you take the joke about menstruation seriously? Mom is very impressed with you. Ha ha ha ha ... "After listening to my mother's words, I immediately blushed: I can't be stupid myself, can I? I immediately picked up the grapefruit on the table and stuffed it into my mouth. ...

This funny story, when I recall it, I can't help but think of it. Now it is often shown in my mind like a movie. It can reflect my innocent and lovely personality and happy life when I was a child.

My childhood was beautiful and lovely; This is a colorful painting; What a naive life. Now let me tell you something about herding cattle!

On Saturday afternoon, my mother asked me to go to my uncle's house to put petunias (my uncle and I have a cow), so I went. I found it boring to go alone, so I went to my neighbor Zhou Shuai, who lives under my slope. We walked happily along the path to my uncle's house. When he saw me coming, he quickly understood what I meant. He untied the old buffalo tied to the cow post and gave it to me. Before leaving, the uncle also confessed: "Xiao Zhi, you have to eat the cow before it can work hard." I also said, "Well, uncle, don't worry!"

Tong Shuai and I led the lovely buffalo to a big lawn near our village abrasive factory, where there was much grass, long grass and large space, so we chose here.

Aside, Zhou Shuai suddenly said, "Let's ride a cow!" I said, "well, as long as you are not afraid!" " Say that finish, we began to climb the cow. First of all, Zhou Shuai went up. The cow is honest and carries him to eat grass. I saw him coming up and wanted to ride a horse, so I asked Zhou Shuai to come down and let me ride. After Zhou Shuai came down, I went up. But when Niu Yi waited for me to go up, it was dishonest and began to shake, trying to get rid of it. I said, "Zhou Shuai, come and help me!" "But the words didn't say that finish, I have been tackled by a cow and rolled away like a ball. Zhou Shuai stood by, laughing and laughing. I am angry, bored and want to laugh. Hi! How can I be so unlucky!

When I got home at night, I told my parents about it, and my parents smiled happily. Dad said, "Cows are usually very hard. If you ride it again, it won't be angry! " If you drive it, make sure it won't cause you any trouble. "

Yes! Dad's words woke me up. However, now that I think of the scene at that time, I can't help being happy. Ha ha.

My childhood was a golden beach, and all kinds of shells on the beach were funny and childish childhood stories. Now I'll pick a shell and tell you.

In the summer vacation when I was four years old, I went back to my grandmother's house in the country and stayed for more than ten days. It was my happiest day. Every day my friends ask me to go out to play. Someone called me again. A group of children talked and laughed all the way. Suddenly, there is a big tree in front of us, and there is a big rooster on the branch. The rooster is very proud there. It cackles. My friend and I both tried to get the rooster down and found a very high stick, but we couldn't get it down. Then the rooster gave us a contemptuous look and jumped down easily. Seeing us, he was dumbfounded: it's okay to jump so high. In our consternation, the rooster walked away with proud steps. I really want that powerful rooster. On the way home, I suddenly remembered what my grandmother once said: "No pains, no gains." My eyes lit up: I can plant eggs, and I can raise a mighty rooster after planting them. Back to my grandmother's house, I found an egg, found a vacant lot in my house that I could just see, took a small shovel, buried the egg in it and watered it with some water. So, in the days to come, I will lie on the window every day to watch the chicken grow up. No, I'm not going out to play either. I'm afraid the chickens won't find me after they go out and are born. Dad saw me so abnormal and asked me what was wrong, so I told him very grievance. Dad smiled and said, "Silly boy, the egg was hatched by the hen's body temperature, not planted." If you like, you can ask your grandmother's chicken to hatch your chicks. "At that time, I didn't quite understand what my father said. For a while, I was sad that I couldn't raise chickens.

Childhood is innocent, childhood is carefree, and childhood is full of happiness and laughter. This is my childhood, and it will remain in my beautiful memory forever.