Childhood story student composition

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The best time in life is childhood. The joy brought by childhood is endless, but the most ridiculous things are the stupid things done in childhood.

When I was a kid, I loved looking in the mirror. I couldn’t get enough of myself in the mirror. But I always feel it’s not pretty enough.

Once, I was watching TV and heard my grandma praise: "Look at those two dimples of this girl, how beautiful and handsome she looks when she smiles!" "Grandma, what does "handsome" mean?" The little girl said I raised my head and asked grandma. "'Jun' means beautiful." "Oh." I nodded in understanding, thinking in my mind: "Grandma praised that person for having dimples and being beautiful, but I don't have dimples. No wonder no one praised me for being beautiful. "I touched my face, looked at the "beautiful girl" on TV, and entered the room.

Sitting on the chair, facing the big mirror in front of me, I looked at myself carefully. The face is as smooth as if an egg would roll down if placed on it. There is no "nest" anywhere! Hey, aren’t dimples just holes? You can’t get them out even if you try to twist them with chopsticks! I slipped into the kitchen, reached out on tiptoe for a pair of chopsticks, quickly returned to the room, locked the door, sat on a chair, and prepared to start the "dimple beauty project." I made gestures on my face, found the center point on the left cheek, used chopsticks to pick up a small piece of meat, and twisted it until a small piece of meat sank into my face. So simple! Really, then I will definitely become beautiful soon! I let go of the chopsticks and the "dimples" were gone! The place on the face where the chopsticks were caught was red. It must be too little energy and not enough strength! I used my chopsticks to pick up the small piece of meat in the center of my face again, and with a cruel twist, I twisted the chopsticks with great force, "Oh my God!" As soon as I exerted my strength, I screamed in pain, and tears almost fell from my eyes. I threw the chopsticks away angrily: "What a dimple, it hurts me so much!" I opened the door and went to find my mother.

My mother was very surprised when she saw me looking for her: "What's wrong?" "Mom, do I have dimples on my face?" "Dimples? When did you have dimples?" I pouted and asked Sitting on the bed, I cried sadly: "I'm not beautiful because I don't have dimples. Just now, I made my own dimples and pinched them with chopsticks, which hurt my face!"

My mother laughed when she heard what I said. He touched my head and pinched my face: "Little fool, who said you are not beautiful without dimples? But you really deserve this. Who told you to love beauty so much? I curled my lips and asked my mother to rub them for me. Face.

But since then I have understood: You must have a certain degree of beauty, and you cannot blindly pursue beauty and suffer the consequences. It is too inappropriate and too much. It’s not worth it!

Childhood is naturally interesting, there will be some small mistakes and some small jokes, but if you can grow from it, the memories will be beautiful. Childhood Story Student Composition 2

Childhood is colorful and colorful, and the stories that happen in childhood are as beautiful as the shells on the beach, which are remembered in people's hearts.

During the summer vacation of the first grade, my mother took me to my grandma's house in the countryside. I didn't know many animals at that time. I only knew chickens, ducks, fish and other small poultry. When I came to the cattle pen and saw a "monster" with long horns, I was immediately frightened and cried. He kept shouting: "Grandma - grandma -, woo hoo, there's a monster, there's a monster -"! Grandma and mother came over after hearing the sound, and they all burst into laughter when they saw this scene.

I was so angry with them that I muttered: "You are so bad! "I came to this big monster and touched it carefully with my hands. I found that this monster was not that scary at all. It only had a pair of long and sharp horns, big and scary eyes staring at me, and its nose was a little bit... It looks like a pig, with something like a "ring" attached to it, and its tail swings left and right like a rope to drive away flies.

Grandma said in a seductive tone: "Linlin!" As long as you accompany grandma to see this 'monster', grandma will sell you a lollipop when you come back. ''.I couldn't resist the temptation of food, so I agreed immediately.

I led the monster and set off to the large grassland on the back mountain. "This monster is too stupid, too heavy, and too slow!" I shouted, "With the monster At such a speed, it’s already dark by the time we get to the back mountain!” I said as I whipped it with a whip. "Moo-moo-!" I was so frightened that I quickly let go and ran behind my grandma. I grabbed my grandma's skirt with both hands, trembling all the time. Grandma smiled and said, "Little fool, this is a cow, and it won't eat you. There's no need to be so timid!" After hearing this, I pretended to be brave, and walked to the cow with a tremble, and led it to the cow. Walk up the mountain.

When I arrived at the back mountain grassland, I saw the monster that called itself a "cow" grazing on the grass. I was very curious, so I randomly grabbed a handful of grass and fed it to the cow's mouth. The cow ate it all at once, and even drooled on my hand. I was as excited as if I had discovered a new world, and I pulled my grandma along with surprise and joy: "Grandma, look, it's eaten!" Grandma laughed but didn't answer, and I continued to ask: "Isn't it a cannibal? Why do you eat grass?" Grandma said, "A cow eats grass and doesn't eat meat, so it's not a monster." I nodded in understanding. This reminded me of a sentence in "What I See" written by Yuan Mei: "The shepherd boy rides the ox, and his singing shakes the forest." After thinking of this, I rode on the ox and sang a sweet song.

Childhood stories are colorful and interesting, fascinating and will be remembered by people. Give us an innocent childhood and a beautiful memory.