Essays about children and teenagers

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I haven’t gone out for a long time, and I seem to be out of touch with the world. I was dragged out by fellow villagers last night, and suddenly I found many people smoking tops on the roadside. The dazzling light of the tops and the crisp sound of the whips complemented each other, which was so discordant. The small shops in the night market are extremely lively. The small toys that are usually piled up in the warehouse are put out, colorfully decorating the street. Various exclusive Children's Day activities are also put on the stage. Add some festive flair to the evening. Watching the cheerful and agile figures of the children shuttle in front of the small toys and activities that were put on the table, I suddenly realized: Children's Day is coming soon. I suddenly remembered that a few years ago, we also looked forward to the arrival of Children's Day. On Children's Day, we also asked our parents unscrupulously for things that we usually wouldn't dare to ask for. We could also throw away all our homework and studies on Children's Day. Go to the back of the head and let go of our nature.

The first time I celebrated Children’s Day was probably sixteen years ago. At six o'clock in the morning that day, my mother brought a brand new set of clothes to me and said to me: "Today is a special day. This special set of clothes is given to you, the special one." The breakfast that day was extremely rich. My mother made it for me with her own hands. When I eat it, the unprecedented fragrance hits my mouth. "Mom, why are you so good today?" "Because today is June 1st, which is the baby's Children's Day. Mom will take the baby out to play later!" It's hard to imagine that this is the usually unsmiling mother. I could tell the truth, so I was elated and laughed unbridled.

After breakfast, my mother really took me out to play. It was my first time to swim in the Three Gorges. We arrived at the pier very early, so we got a good seat. The cruise ship rowed slowly along the current of the Three Gorges, and the scenic spots on both sides of the Yangtze River slowly flashed back. From time to time, a mother and her son or a mother and daughter passed by us. Sometimes my mother would say: " You also spend Children's Day with your children, right?" And the other party will always reply: "Yes, the children have been waiting for a year!" And I watched the mountains and rivers flashing in front of me intently. When I am excited, I will shout loudly: "Mom, that big tree has passed by again." My mother always smiles lightly, and the people around me always burst into laughter.

I still remember that when I was in elementary school, I would often write articles about the reflections on Children’s Day. Each of us would write in the first sentence of the article: We look forward to the stars and the moon, and finally get the " Children's Day is here. Even when writing about Children’s Day in high school English practical writing, we will not hesitate to write in the first paragraph of the article: “Every day looking forward to the “61” Children has finally come. ”

Yes, we were indeed looking forward to Children’s Day at that time. Maybe it’s strange, but Children’s Day is the biggest festival in primary schools, and the school even holds the school anniversary and Children’s Day celebrations together. I was lucky enough to participate in several celebrations: we needed to start rehearsing two months in advance. Two hours of rehearsal every day was enough to make us lose all our patience when we were young, and it was also enough to transform us from a novice who didn’t understand anything. Become a stage elite. On Children's Day, our two months of hard work will finally be rewarded, but we know: we still have to use our best efforts to perform the most important one. I was not able to sit in the audience and watch other people's performances like other children, but I was countless times happier than them because I knew how to bring happiness to my companions on Children's Day.

The morning is the Children’s Day celebration performance, and the afternoon is the “Children’s Day Garden Party”. Teachers will prepare games such as marbles, table tennis throwing, bamboo ring frames, and brain teasers. As long as we follow certain steps according to the rules of the game, we can get extremely rich prizes, and the particularly friendly teacher will first give each contestant a candy or other gadgets.

The afternoon of Children’s Day is definitely the most popular afternoon in school. Children in the lower grades will bring their parents to the garden party, and a family of three will line up together. When the child comes on the field, the child will jump forward and run forward, while the parents will cheer for the child. When their children encounter difficulties, fathers yell, regardless of image: Baby, you can do it. The mothers pretended to be angry and complained to the teacher that the game was too difficult. At the end, they even asked the teacher for extra prizes on the grounds that the baby had tried their best. The teacher could only helplessly hand over the things the mothers asked for. He muttered: I'm afraid of you.

Children in higher grades will bring their little sisters from kindergarten, and the two of them chat while waiting for the person in front of them to play. When the person in front of him finishes, he will always say confidently : Little sister, let’s see my brother get all the prizes for you. The little sister raised her lips: This is what you said. If you can't get it, I will ask your mother to beat you. And this senior brother would habitually curl his lips. When he was done, he proudly placed the prize in front of his little sister.

It’s Children’s Day again every year, but we are no longer children, but I still retain that childlike innocence. I really hope to go back to the age of children and celebrate Children’s Day again. I thought: If I have the chance, I will definitely take a tourist boat trip to the Three Gorges again with my mother; I will wear the most beautiful clothes and perform for my friends on the stage of Children’s Day; I will also perform on the "Children's Day" Get lots of prizes at the garden party. Prose about Children and Teenagers 2

Today is Children’s Day, I wish all the children in the world happy! - Inscription

Today is the children’s festival, I have a lot to say, I want to say Tell your daughter, baby, I love you!

Time flies so fast. You are already in junior high school and your grades are not very good. I don’t blame you. You just need to do your best in studying. The key is, You should be happy and read happily!

Children nowadays have a lot of homework when reading. You may feel bored. Baby, don’t be afraid. Reading should be considered a hobby and interest, with a pleasant feeling. Reading in the mood will get twice the result with half the effort!

You must have a grateful heart. Don't think that it is natural for your parents to treat you well.

You have to live and study optimistically. Reading is not everything to you. Your future life is still very long.

You don’t want to be dissociated from the group, you have to mingle with your classmates, and bravely step out of yourself, only then will you be happy.

Don’t feel inferior, you are no worse than others, you are beautiful and quiet, although you don’t like to talk, but you have your own ideas, good, come on!

You To set your goals, what is your ideal? You have to work hard to move towards your ideal!

Your parents love you, but we are not by your side, let my love accompany you!

Today is your holiday. Maybe you want me to buy you nice new clothes; or delicious snacks. I just want to say to you: I love you! Give you all my love and let you grow in the embrace of love! Prose about children and adolescents 3

The sky after the thunderstorm is extraordinarily clear and the water is clear It is as clear blue as the white clouds like blossoming flowers, as pure as a childhood dream, with the lovely light of morning glow!

Among the green leaves in the distance, the joy of birds can be heard The melodious chirping, it has been a long time since I listened to the chirping of birds with my heart as calm as still water. The light moans are like the happy memorials of childhood.

Looking at this love and scene, I suddenly smiled. This heart that I don’t know when I was infected with the sorrow of dust, this heart that sighs that it is hard to keep the flowers withered, and pities the spring break of half a lifetime, is like a heart. The bright light and shadow passed by, retaining the delicate fragrance of the fragrant snowflakes.

Some people say that time is a flowing poem. It is like a tireless butterfly, flying from the depths of the ages, flying over childhood, flying over teenagers, and passing through the flowering and rainy seasons. , flew into our adolescence.

However, the road of life is long and long, and the morning glory on the way accidentally caught the fragile and transparent wings of the butterfly. When we are young, we no longer have the pure beauty like we did in childhood.

Opening the space, it seems that everyone is expressing the sadness of life, weaving the endless sadness of the years, the sorrow of the wind and moon when there is nothing to do, the sadness is like water, and listening to the sound of rain at night thick, and then sang "I Don't Want to Grow Up" with tears in his eyes.

As children, we would chase colorful butterflies in the spring when flowers bloom; in the lush green summer, we would play while the cicadas chirped; in the golden autumn, we would Watch the fallen leaves spinning and flying like angels; in the snow-covered winter, I would wear a thick coat and red gloves and run in the snow. When I was tired, I would huddle in my mother’s warm arms and listen to Listening to that intoxicating lullaby, falling asleep sweetly, it seems that happiness is eternal, and I will never know what it is to be drunk in a red building or dream about the end of the world.

At that time, we would share the Tang Monk meat with our friends for a dime, but we would never know the vicissitudes of life and the song would end. At that time, we would break off the wicker sticks and make a simple flute, Then we would play wildly and happily without caring whether others would laugh at our flute skills. At that time, we would draw big sunflowers on drawing paper and put them under the pillow, thinking that the sun would get in. In dreams, we play with ourselves; at that time, we would look at the boundless sky full of stars in the evening with gentle breeze, and naively thought that there was a white-haired Grandma Moon sitting in the moon, who would continue to watch her all year round. Cracking nuts to eat.

The fingers are entangled with the hazy past, striking beautiful notes, and interesting childhood stories are wandering on the fingertips. They are pictures that are bright or dark, dark or light, and they are pages or pages. Black or white, red or green plain paper. And these innocent books are like rusty scythes, cutting our memories over and over again; they are also like the mottled essence of a season, flying flowers and mist, never ending!

The fallen flowers are colorful, and the years are rushing back and forth. Here, we go from carefree happiness to the ups and downs of having to fight for life, from innocence as pure as snow to maturity that will never be with a pile of sand dunes again, from clear and white eyes to the end of the peach blossoms. Desolate and desolate.

Wandering in the neon flashes of the metropolis, like a helpless soul, floating around, leaning on the building with tearful eyes and talking to himself, either because of striving for the happiness that is out of reach, or because of a desire. Yue Qinghui's old dream of the mortal world, or the helplessness that the dream of agarwood has passed away because of the wind, or because the people left the building after cutting off the fireworks. That first smile, the first innocence, is like a piece of unfulfilled long-cherished wish settled in the sadness of a dream.

The childhood days of waiting for games after school seem to be missed. When we grow up, we always miss them, and miss those old days like flowers more and more. In the month before last, melancholy was like spring grass, densely packed in layers and strips, never diminishing or breaking its promise.

Have you not celebrated Children’s Day in a long time?

The days of chasing and playing in the morning light and singing and laughing in the dusk clouds are gone forever, right?

Has the desire to pluck the moon from the treetops and cherish the stars in the sky completely disappeared?

Are the bodies that are rolling and struggling in the world tired?

I saw a friend talking about his mood and wrote: I also want to celebrate Children’s Day. Is it as helpless and sad as the time has wrinkled our appearance and washed our black hair white?

That kind of innocence and that kind of happiness are gradually drifting away in the hourglass, like the fluttering moon in the mirror, and the petals of fragrant snowflakes are scattered in the wind, scattered in the distant years of ink and wine, and the fleeting dye. Trip, childhood is like a dream, standing on the tail of the stormy youth, this time, on June 1st in 20XX, with an innocent childlike heart, I want to say to all my friends and myself: June 1st Happy Children's Day!