Primary school composition

At that time, I often followed my friends to the mountains to collect firewood. I remember one time when we went up the mountain, everyone was drilling in the firewood. Some check pine cones, others check branches. Everyone was shouting and making noise on the mountain, and our cries and laughter echoed throughout the valley. Birds fly wherever we make trouble. We noisy ghosts broke the peace in the mountains.

Just as we were having fun, I suddenly saw a group of chickens. It should be said that a hen ran away with a group of chickens. I was shocked at that time. How could there be chickens here? I see this hen is a bit like grandma's Lu Hua chicken, but it is smaller, about the size of a broiler. Followed by six or seven chickens. My mouth is too excited to speak. I just kept shouting, "Chicken" and "Chicken".

Cousin rushed over and asked, "What is it?" . I pointed to the chicken that fled far away and said, "There are chickens there." . My brother ran over and caught only one chicken in three steps and two steps. Tell me to take it, and don't let the chicken get away. I nodded and looked at the chicken in my hand, not to mention how happy I was. This chick is so cute, its small body is only the size of an egg, with a little gray fluff. It's in my hand, struggling and singing. I was afraid that the chicken would escape from my hand, so I held on to it tightly. Who knows that there is not much time, the chicken will not move and its eyes will be closed. The chicken died? ! Suddenly this idea came to me. I quickly put the chicken on the ground and began to cry.

My brother came to me again and asked me what it was. I said the chicken is dead. "Dead? Where is it? " I pointed to where I put the chicken. "hey!" Brother looks pleasing to the eye, where is the chicken? "Strange! I just put it here, how can it be gone at once? " We looked everywhere, but there was no sign of the chicken. I'm depressed.

Looking back now, in fact, any animal has a desire to survive. By playing dead, it not only found its own life, but also found its freedom.

Example 1:

Childhood is like shells on the beach and white feathers on swans. Among them, there is one thing that I still remember, and that is red cherry and pepper. It records embarrassing and interesting things.

I remember one day, my mother took me shopping and passed a fruit shop. There were all kinds of fruits in it: purple grapes, red apples … I was dazzled, but the lovely red cherry attracted me the most. My mouth is watering. At this time, my mother seemed to read my mind and bought some. When I got home, my mother washed the cherry and saw "crystal clear". Not to mention food, I love all of them, and I can't wait to take one to my mouth. A sweet juice has been sweet to my heart. "It's delicious!" I said. It didn't take long to eat all the cherries.

Soon after, grandma bought red peppers from the flower and bird market for people to watch. Just like a "red lantern" hung high in a festival, it is beautiful against the green leaves! I thought: Why are peppers so red? It must be as delicious as cherry. When grandma wasn't looking, I picked one, washed it like my mother and sent it to my mouth. I just bit pepper seeds and pepper juice. Suddenly, I cried. "Hey, what's the matter with you?" Grandma asked. But I'm too hot to speak. At this time, my grandmother nagged again: "Why do you eat everything, but also treat Chili as …" I listened to my grandmother's nagging and suffered from this Chili. Really annoying

In the evening, when mom and dad came back from work, they couldn't help laughing. ...

Looking back now, I think I was really stupid!

Example 2

When I was a child, I did many silly and interesting things. Every time I think about it, I can't help laughing.

I remember when I was six years old. Grandma is still farming. She grows a lot of vegetables. When she can't finish eating, she will put them in a big bucket and pickle them with salt. After adding salt, they become pickles. I was curious and thought, "I'm going to cook this dish, too, to scare the adults!" " "

I found a vat like my grandmother, but it is too heavy for me to carry. As soon as my eyes lit up, I thought, "Why not make a small pot out of an empty flowerpot?" So I found an empty flowerpot and washed it with water. I found the container, but where can I find the food? I walked to the roadside and saw some weeds. I don't know what weeds are and what vegetables are. I picked a wild vegetable as usual. I stole some more salt from the kitchen.

The material has been found. It's time to start. I'll put the so-called dishes in my little jar first. Then sprinkle some salt in it. Finally, I found a board just the right size to plug the cylinder mouth. I proudly praised my "masterpiece" and said, "Kimchi? This is really easy to do. "

A month later, grandma's pickles were pickled. I proudly took out my "masterpiece" and said, "Come and see my pickles!" Grandma came over and said, "Can you cook pickles, too?" As soon as I opened the lid, a strange smell came to my face. Grandma was so angry that she cried and laughed and said, "You really know how to pickle stinky grass! It suddenly dawned on me that I picked smelly grass that day, not what we usually eat!

Up to now, my history of pickles has made people breathless when they hear others laughing.

My childhood was ridiculous and the happiest time of my life.

Example 3

In the old days, the adjustment time was the fastest. In the blink of an eye, my childhood life flashed before my eyes like a flash of lightning. However, the interesting things of my childhood seem to be engraved in my mind and cannot be erased. Every time I think of them, I can't help laughing.

Once, my mother bought a big bag of vegetables and saw me lying on the sofa watching TV. She said, "Xiao Chun, go and help my mother wash the vegetables." "good!" I readily agreed. Mom said that and went to the living room to watch TV. I walked into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables, including cabbage, on the platform. There are eggplant, three; There are tomatoes, five or six. I'm so stupid. I was told to wash so many dishes when I was in kindergarten class, really. "Ah, yes!" I shouted, doesn't mom usually put so many clothes in the washing machine to wash together? Then I won't do the same thing? Wait a minute, maybe mom will praise me! Thinking of this, I picked up Chinese cabbage and came to the washing machine. I stood on tiptoe to open the lid of the washing machine, carefully put the vegetables in, then cover it again, and finally press the power button. Listening to the sound of the washing machine starting, I sat there and thought with relish how smart I was. After a while, I thought, did you wash the dishes? Hey! These dishes don't need washing. After thinking about it, I got up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it. When I opened the lid of the washing machine, I looked, "Yeah!" It really surprised me. Where is the food? Look at the cabbage with "one army" left, and the eggplant seems to have been bitten by a mouse, black and blue; The tomatoes have disappeared ... I'm scared out in a cold sweat. what can I do? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, but I washed them like this. Really help me more and more! "Small alcohol, food ready? I want to cook. " Mother walked into the kitchen and shouted. I was silent. "Oil your feet-run!" He went into his small room and locked the door. ...

I couldn't help laughing at the thought of this interesting childhood story. How naive I was when I was a child! As I grow older, I gradually understand that different things need different methods to achieve good results; Otherwise, the consequences will often be counterproductive or even out of control.

Example 4

Childhood is a charming painting, outlining how many touching and interesting stories I have; Childhood, a melodious piccolo, played my pure and beautiful fantasy; Childhood is a gorgeous bunch of jasmine, the laughter of childhood is like the intoxicating fragrance of jasmine, and the white petals are like memories. Childhood anecdotes are my most unforgettable thing. Today I'm going to talk about the one that impressed me the most.

I remember when I was six years old, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. There are many lovely animals in the compound. Among them, my favorite is a little donkey: its black hair is not smooth, it seems to be curly, a pair of big, pointed ears stand upright, staring at big eyes like black grapes, and its broad, white die is chewing hay and rubbing left and right. The hooves of four crows began to beat the hard ground rhythmically, making a straight clicking sound, dragging a thick braid-like tail behind them.

And my biggest hobby is watching little donkeys eat hay every morning. This morning, just before dawn, I couldn't lie still. As soon as I slipped out of bed, I didn't brush my teeth and wash my face or comb my hair, so I went to see the little donkey "eat breakfast". Before coming to the donkey shed, the little donkey has begun to "eat" leisurely. I stood on tiptoe, lying beside the hay rack with great interest, cocked my head and watched a simple and honest donkey chewing hay, which was particularly interesting. After watching it for a while, I felt a pain in my scalp. I looked left and right and found nothing. Suddenly, I found a little black line stuck on the donkey's big die. I became curious and jumped back into the house to get to know my mother. Who knows, before I could speak, my mother opened her eyes in surprise, froze for a long time, and then burst out laughing. I two monks can't figure it out. My mother smiled and pushed me to the mirror, pretending to be angry and saying, "Silly girl, see for yourself." I stood in front of the mirror in a daze. I really don't know. I was shocked when I saw it. I don't know when I lost a hair on my left side. "What the hell is going on?" My mother stared at me and asked me angrily and funny. So I faltered and told the story of watching donkeys eat grass. "No wonder," my mother patted my little head, "you must have hung your hair in the haystack for the donkey to eat?" . I suddenly realized: "No wonder my head ached when I was watching the donkey eat grass just now, and I saw black lines on the donkey's teeth!" " "Mother said helplessly," Forget it, I can't pick up my hair either. Stay like this, learn from a mistake, and don't be so stupid in the future. "I listened to my mother's words, looked at myself in the mirror and thought about what I had just done, but I couldn't help laughing.

This is my colorful childhood, the first step in my life, the first footprint of my growth and progress, and the first stop of my future journey. Childhood is my happiest time.

"Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; The stories of childhood are piled up. " Can this song remind you of a wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as brilliant as the stars. My childhood was wonderful and there were many things worth remembering. ...

As long as I can remember, my sister's class has kept two chickens. I go to see chickens as soon as I have time. I don't know how long it took. After a long time, hens lay eggs and chicks will hatch in them. 2 1 days later, I heard a cock crow. Seeing this, I heard voices. I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home. The opportunity has finally come. ...

That day, the hen went to find food for the chicken. The naughty cock was not at home and ran out to play. Take advantage of aunt's inattention, pick up an egg, hold it in your hand and gently touch it. She said solemnly, "Don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to the world soon." After that, I never hesitated. I peeled an egg, and a chicken with no eyes was born before the heat disappeared. It looked at me and cried twice, as if to say, "Thank you for letting me come to this world as soon as possible." I was so happy that I peeled the second one, too When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw me bullying the little snake, she bit me, and suddenly her blood flowed. I went to my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything about me, but said sadly, "Little fool, the chicken won't be born until a certain time!" " If you send them like this, you will die. "Hearing this, I hurried to see the chicken. Sure enough, all the chickens I "delivered" were dying, and all those who didn't "delivered" survived. I regretted it, but it was too late. ...

Although it has been a long time, although I was still young and ignorant there, it has been urging me to forge ahead, never back down.

Childhood is an ocean of joy. On the seashore of memory, there are countless shells, some of which are gloomy and evoke a sad past; There are wonderful and interesting stories that remind people of their childhood. I'm looking for the most beautiful shell on the coast of memory. Ah, I found it. ...

At that time, I was only six years old and had a soft spot for birthdays. I like birthdays, because I will eat big cakes, and that time, an interesting thing happened:

After a busy morning, I can finally eat the long-awaited cake! You see, the cake is big and round, with pure white cream on it and all kinds of cream-colored flowers on it. It seems to be smiling at me, so cute! The cake also says "Happy Birthday" with red jam. By candlelight, the cake really made my mouth water! I can't wait to eat.

Finally, I understand. I have a big cake in my hand. I took a big bite, ah, delicious! My sister suddenly laughed, which puzzled me. I put a cream on my nose when I looked in the mirror, like a clown! I couldn't help laughing myself. My sister doesn't like cream. She is thinking about what to do. Suddenly, when she saw the cream on my nose, her eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Sister, come here!" " I strode past without thinking. My sister asked me to sit down, but she brought me a plate of my favorite cream. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I quickly spoke. "Pa", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, followed by my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stuck out my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. Look in the mirror, ha! A Xiaohua Mall appears in the mirror! A full face of cream, one east and one west. My face is painted like a Peking Opera mask by this "advanced" cosmetic. No, the color of Peking Opera facial makeup is not that single. Pure white cream looks like Xiaohua Mall's hair in the mirror. Why not lick the cream like a greedy cat? I laughed, too, out of breath. I suddenly became a greedy Xiaohua Mall!

The fun of childhood, everything is like a colorful shell, these colorful shells hold up my colorful childhood!

When I was a child, I was very naughty. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.

I remember one time I went home and saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly came to my little head, that is, drawing "Facebook", not on paper, but on my father's face. I first found out the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully drew a big "king" on my father's forehead, and then I used khaki. This is a majestic tiger. After painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and felt sorry for my father's face being painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this. Just as I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him blankly. I burst out laughing. Father looked at me inexplicably. Seeing the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looking at my malicious smile, my father rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found his face painted by me, he ran away without watercolor paint on his face. But I still remember.

Look! How naughty I was when I was a child! It's interesting to think of it until now!

Everyone's childhood has many interesting things, and I am no exception. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.

It was a hot summer. I am playing at my grandmother's house. My grandmother lives in the country. She keeps a lot of chickens. One day, grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought, how can they not take me out? There is nothing to do in the house. I want to go to the henhouse to see what those chickens are doing. Hardly had I entered when I heard a bang. A hen laid an egg. This is very interesting. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it's hot and wet. Here's an idea. I think chickens can lay eggs, so all the chickens in the henhouse can lay eggs. Why don't you dig out the eggs? Grandma won't praise me when she comes back and sees so many eggs, and maybe she will reward me. Yes, dig out the eggs! After thinking about it, I caught a chicken and pulled it out regardless of the willy-nilly. The chicken seems to know its fate, flapping its wings and trying to escape. For me, I hold the chicken feet tightly to see if it is good or bad. I haven't pulled it out for a long time. What's the matter? Why can't I pull it out and the reward is gone? I don't believe this can't be pulled out. I want to pull out the other one. I threw the chicken casually and went to catch other chickens. When the chickens saw me coming, they jumped up and down one by one, and started to run like mice saw cats. For me, I won't let go and keep catching chickens. No, I'm going to be a feather man in half an hour. I finally caught a chicken, and I began to dig. The chicken I dug out screamed "Wow", but I didn't take it out, and then I caught another chicken ... I dug up the chicken and it was foaming at the mouth. My ... grandma came back. When they saw my mess, they couldn't help laughing and asked why. Grandma not only didn't praise me, but also gave me a lecture. Later, I learned that except for the chicken coop.

This is an interesting thing when I was a child. Not only is it fun, but it also warns me from time to time: stealing chickens and not eating rice, don't do bad things with good intentions.

Childhood is colorful, passionate and lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, but what about the fun of childhood?

I am a girl from the north. When I was young, I liked to play in the ice and snow, have snowball fights and make snowmen. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, one after another, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking forward to the world, I can only see snowflakes fluttering, like petals blowing to the ground, spinning in succession; Like the seven fairies scattered flowers, flying all over the sky. Standing in the snow is like squatting on a cotton gin. You can only see countless cotton flowers blowing towards you and covering you with white flowers.

When I got up in the morning, the wind stopped and the snow stopped. Open the door, a white cold light stung people dazzled. So, my brother and cousin and I picked up shovels and built a snowman in the yard, with a white body, a round head, black eyes made of coal balls and a cotton nose, and it was upturned! My cousin painted the snowman's mouth in red ink again. He is laughing at us! My brother made a beautiful hat for the snowman with a piece of red paper. The snowman suddenly became more arrogant! When the snowman piled up, it was another big fight. My cousin threw a snowball and attacked me when I was not looking. Fortunately, it's not big or medium. When I fought back, he was hit by my brother's snowball. Snowball was painted on my cousin's head, and the yard was full of laughter. Not convinced, my cousin picked up a snowball and hit his brother. After repeated attacks, the laughter in the yard grew louder.

How interesting childhood is! The fun of childhood brought me joy, and childhood was really good.

Childhood fun

Childhood is colorful, just like beautiful seashells by the sea; Childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, it reminds me of an interesting thing.

I remember when I was four or five years old. Once, my grandma gave Juju and I each a high-grade toffee that made people drool, which made us two "little greedy cats" really happy.

Neither of us can eat. I said, "Shall we eat?" "Ok, let's eat together!" Juju agreed. I was quick with my hands and feet, and I took it apart once or twice. I took out the sugar and craned my neck to look at the chrysanthemums. I have a look at her sugar, nasty:

"Yours is bigger than mine!"

"Where? I'm a little short here! "

"Hum, mine is dissolved!"

"You have a strong color and a lot of milk!"

"……"

We fought for nothing and felt that we were suffering. But when I said I wanted to change, I quickly turned around and no one wanted to. We started eating sugar, "1, 2, 3!" "We eat together. Wow! Too sweet, too fresh, too fragrant! After eating for a while, I said, "take it out and see if it's you or me!" """Good!" Juju said, stick sugar on the tip of your tongue like a pug. I stuck out my tongue like her at first sight. She said I couldn't see clearly, so I had to put the sugar on the tip of my tongue, half of it outside, and try my best to stick out my tongue. At this moment, a puppy just stood in my way, and I couldn't dodge. The candy on the tip of the tongue accidentally fell to the ground. As luck would have it, I rushed forward with my right foot facing the candy. Well, what should I do? It's too late to say now, but it's too soon. Before I came to my senses, my foot was already on the "baby". I am really anxious and angry: "you smelly dog, rotten dog, dead dog!" " "I kicked the dog in the stomach and the dog ran away in fear. I lifted my feet, broke off the sugar stuck to the soles of my shoes with my hands, looked around and was reluctant to throw it away. " Throw it away. Do you still want to eat? "Zhu Zhu sarcastically said to me. I can't help rubbing my hands full of candy and staring at Juju's mouth, just let me have a look at the butterscotch. I kept swallowing, hoping that she would spit out the sugar and give me half a bite. I couldn't help it any longer, but my nose was sour and tears flowed down like broken beads: "Mom, I want to eat … sugar … I want to eat … sugar …"

Now, the old man of time came and took away his childhood in a hurry. I won't haggle over a candy like before, and I won't cry. Thanks to the old time, because he printed his childhood into the purest, truest and most beautiful book in our hearts.