I was curious when I was a child. When I see birds flying freely in the sky, I open my arms and fantasize about flying freely in the sky. Seeing fish swimming in the water, I jumped into the water and wanted to swim happily in the water.
That day, I saw adults strike matchboxes with matches, and the matches burned, and the orange flame jumped on the matches and finally gradually went out. I was thinking, why is the match burning instead of the matchbox? There must be something fireproof on the matchbox. So I struck a match myself and lit the matchbox. As a result, the matchbox was burned to ashes. But I still didn't give up. Then I lit the matchbox with a lighter, and the other matchbox burned to ashes. I told my family about it that day, which drew their laughter. ...
Later, with the growth of knowledge, I realized that there was nothing fireproof on the matchbox. It's just that there is phosphorus in the matchbox, and the phosphorus burns when it rubs the ash.
Childhood is worth remembering because she witnessed our growth.
Childhood will never happen again, but we can recall it. Those stupid children in those days are now flying high. Childhood anecdotes are as precious as pearls, and even more precious in childhood memories!
2. The beginning and end of childhood songs are ***200. Ok, "On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..." This lyric comes from.
Tayu Lo's childhood. This song tells us to cherish time with a light melody.
Don't waste time, so I like this song very much. The lyrics in it also make me
illusion ...
There is a line in the song, "Waiting for class, waiting for school, waiting for the childhood of the game."
I was particularly impressed. This lyric seems to express the author's nostalgia for childhood.
Love, but I think he wants us to cherish our childhood and not waste all our time.
In meaningless play and noise. This also reminds me of some of my own problems: doing
When you do your homework, sometimes you will look around and be absent-minded. After less than two minutes,
There are many processes to urinate and drink water, so my homework is particularly slow and I am reading a book.
I had a stomachache when I was reading, but I got over it as soon as I got to the TV. So dad.
My mother is very worried about my study! There is also a sentence in the song, "Just curious, that's all."
Fantasy, such a lonely childhood. "Give me a deep feeling. I am very happy.
People who grow up in society are happy every day. At home, sometimes they blow bubbles in the yard. have
Planting flowers with grandma; My parents also accompany me to play badminton and go outside to play with me.
Tourism; At school, under the guidance of teachers, I study and relax nervously with my classmates.
Play games happily. My childhood was really happy, so I must study consciously from now on.
Only by studying hard can I realize my dream.
Although this song is not as popular as Jay Chou, it is not as lively as her.
Strength, but whenever I sing this song, I always think that "the young don't work hard, and the old are sad."
"This famous saying. Time is gone forever, childhood is beautiful and childhood is precious.
Yes, so remember yesterday, seize today, create for the motherland, for the people and for yourself.
Create a better tomorrow.
Write a 400-word composition with childhood songs. I did a lot of ridiculous things in my childhood. They are like one small note after another, laughing and dancing. Looking back now, I still feel so cute.
I remember that I was 7 years old at that time, and I went back to my hometown Guangyuan that winter vacation. When I returned to Chengdu from school, there was a heavy snow. That was the first time I saw snow. I was so happy that I skipped around and played in the garden downstairs.
What a beautiful snow scene! Heavy snow is falling and flying all over the sky. Pieces, like fairy scattered flowers, beautiful and moving. Like pear flowers, like cotton wool, like goose feathers, white and flawless. After a while, heaven and earth were like hanging a white gauze curtain. Facing the building. Vaguely, as if in the fog, and as if in the clouds. After the snow stopped, houses, grasslands and Woods were covered with thick white cotton-padded jackets, and the small village became a world of powder and jade.
I was shocked because I had never seen snow before. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me. I put on gloves and ran downstairs with a plastic bag. Step on the snow and make a squeaking sound. I held the snowflake in my cold hands, took a look, put it in my bag, took another look, put it in my bag again, picked up a little residue and threw it on the ground. Soon, I made a bag of white snow flowers.
"Good boy"! "Good boy"! My mother-in-law called me loudly, so I had to go home helplessly.
As soon as I got back to everyone, my mother-in-law asked me what was in my pocket. I said it was snow. Great, my aunt heard it and told me it would melt. I didn't listen to my parents' advice, and the school disappeared for no reason the next day! I really don't know where they "ran" until the third grade, when the science teacher gave me the answer.
Now, whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing. Childhood is like a song, I grew up day by day in this interesting childhood …
4. Write a composition about the song "Childhood".
Childhood is golden, happy, happy and often childish. Those things are like shining shells on the beach, which are still unforgettable in retrospect and can't help laughing.
I remember when I was a child at my grandmother's house, I couldn't sleep at night. My grandmother told me a "celebrity story". When she said that Newton found gravity after being hit by an apple and became a world-famous scientist, I thought I would go to the apple orchard tomorrow and let the apple hit me and become a scientist. Ha, I fell asleep thinking about it.
The next day, I went to the apple orchard and sat under an apple tree, waiting for the apple to fall and hit me on the head. After a long wait, no apples fell. I was a little impatient, so I shook the apple tree in my arms, but my strength was too weak, and no apple fell. I was so angry that I picked an apple and threw it into the sky. Coincidentally, it hit me on the head. I have no time. I ran home. Then I couldn't help laughing loudly when I remembered it.
Another time, one morning, I saw grandma scattering cucumber seeds in the pit, so I asked grandma, "Why did you scatter them?" Grandma smiled and said, "Silly boy, you reap what you sow. If you sow melon seeds now, there will be many cucumbers in the near future. By then, we will have a lot of melons to eat. "
After listening to grandma's words, I suddenly had a brainwave and thought: since cucumber seeds can grow cucumbers, pencils should also produce many beautiful pencils. In this way, I don't have to go so far to buy pencils, and I will burn more pencils. Well done!
When I got home, I took out my shovel at once, dug two small holes in my garden, and took my pencil out of the pencil box and put it in. From then on, I learned from my grandmother, watering and fertilizing pencils every day and taking good care of them.
After several days, I couldn't help digging up the soil to see if it sprouted, but the pencil didn't grow at all. I was so disappointed that I had to fill the soil again, hoping that they would grow out soon. My mother seems to have found something. She asked me, "What did you grow in the garden?" "Oh, no, I didn't put anything," I stammered. My mother smiled and nodded my forehead when she saw me like this. "Ghost girl, what are you doing? "
After a while, I thought: the pencil should sprout. I quietly went to the garden to dig the soil while no one was around. I was shocked. The lower part of the pencil is black and I can't write. Why, the experiment failed, and I was sad for several days.
Later I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, why is my pencil not long?" Grandma Zhang Er is confused. I told her the story again. Grandma smiled and said, "Seeds are biological. They can germinate after being planted and nourished by soil. " Flowers bloom and bear fruit. Pencils are made by workers' uncles, not planted by themselves! "At this moment, I suddenly realized.
After elementary school, the teacher told us that Newton discovered gravity from the phenomenon of apples falling to the ground, and Watt developed a steam engine from steam and opened the lid. Although it is ridiculous for me to grow pencils, maybe my innovative spirit will make me an inventor in the future! Ha ha!
Childhood is short, but childhood ignorance and childhood yearning are endless. Ignorance is not ridiculous, but a kind of innocence and kindness. When I fail, it will inspire me The ancients said: "At the beginning of life, human nature is good." Yes, no one's mind is cleaner than that of a child. When people grow up, looking back on childhood stories, they will understand the preciousness of childhood. Childhood is gone forever.
5. How to write a composition with childhood as a song? 1 year children want to be free. I don't want to wander in the expectation of my parents and teachers, and I don't want to be bound by my parents.
I still clearly remember that afternoon when I was a child, I was bathed in the sun and was baptized by the sun. I seem to be covered with a shiny veil, and the crystal sweat slides across my cheeks and blends into this vibrant world.
At that time, how deeply I realized that the flame of life was burning and the vitality of youth was condensing bit by bit. My partner and I picked sour fruits in Shan Ye and played with water and fish in the mountain stream. It is so free and happy, but now we are caged birds. How I wish to be free! "I am a bird, but I can't fly high when I want to fly ..." Every time I hear this song, my heart is particularly heavy.
If nothing else, just because I am also a bird, I am a "caged bird" who lost my freedom! Whenever I finish my homework, my father will appear at my side in time, pretending to ask casually, "Where are my extracurricular books?" Have you finished writing it? ""it's over! " I replied, waiting for his sentence, "What about the fifty math problems assigned by my mother?" "Don't do it soon!" "Just go." I muttered reluctantly.
In this way, all the time in the evening was consumed. One weekend, I got up the courage and said, "Mom, let's go to play this weekend.
We haven't gone out together for a long time ... ""Play, and you will know how to play. What can I do besides playing? Don't go, review and do your homework! "Mom yelled at me face to face.
I had to walk into the room in dismay. In this way, I also spent a weekend.
Listen, am I free? How I long for freedom, eager to plug in the wings of freedom like a bird and fly to my heart's content; I am eager to ride my bike around on Sunday, and I will fall without my mother's nagging; I am eager to lie on the sofa and eat snacks and watch TV without the teacher asking me to finish my homework ... Let's tell interesting childhood stories, just like shells on the beach. However, the most hilarious one is the most beautiful one on the beach. This interesting story left a deep impression on me. That was when I was in kindergarten, when I heard adults praise someone for their literacy, I said, "Look at how many people there are." "As soon as I heard this, I thought to myself: What is literary talent? It may be neat handwriting, good language, or people who drink too much ink. In short, people who drink too much ink are the ones who can be praised. Then an interesting thing happened. After listening to the adults' words, I thought it was a good thing to drink ink, and suddenly I had an idea: find something my father used to practice Chinese, so that I can be praised! I am so happy that I can't wait to get the ink. When I opened the lid, a pungent smell dangled in front of my nose. I thought, Is it so bad to drink? Who cares! I can drink if others can, desperately trying to get praise. As a result, I closed my eyes and gulped it down. After taking the first sip, I felt sick. I immediately called out: Mom! " I immediately ran to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth over and over again, and the unspeakable taste remained in my mouth. My mother came over and quickly asked me, "What's the matter? What's wrong? " I lowered my head and whispered to my mother, "I took a sip of ink." My mother suddenly got angry and asked me, "What's the matter?" I told my mother the whole story. My mother laughed and cried after hearing this. I smiled when I saw my mother. Recalling my childhood really makes me happy. I will keep this most beautiful shell forever! 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. Eggplant seems to have been bitten by a mouse, and it is 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!" I went into my little 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. 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. A big court.
6. Childhood songs composition 450 words childhood songs
I have always been a music fan. Someone once asked me: What if there is no concert in my life? My answer is: my life will lack half the happiness.
I am a different child. When my peers are still listening to some so-called pop music, I like to listen to melodious "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" and heartbreaking "Liangzhu" alone in a corner.
I am also a lonely child. Every evening, I always like to look up at the sky on the windowsill and watch the birds fly by in the afterglow of the sunset. That feeling, that scene, seems to be an indispensable part of my childhood. I often can't help humming the old childhood song "Olive Tree": "Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away ..." The somewhat bleak and sad tone always reminds me of my childhood memories.
I am still a child who likes nostalgia. Maybe listening to Tayu Lo's songs is out of date for a child born in the 1990s, but I still stubbornly like Tayu Lo. He is not artificial, vulgar, hypocritical, ill, flat-headed and wears glasses. Too many pop songs are bubbles, which are completely lost in the wind with the loss of the singer's youthful appearance and are no longer remembered. Tayu Lo's songs should go beyond popular songs in general. A simple "Childhood" was sung into a classic by him, and whenever and wherever it sounded, it would strike a chord in my heart. "I'm so curious, I fantasize about such a lonely childhood." That is a true portrayal of my childhood life.
I always thought that I was a very strong child, and I would not be touched by anything casually, and I would not cry easily. But when that childhood song rang in my ear, my tears flowed out of my eyes, crossed my cheeks and slipped quietly. "The stars in the sky don't talk, and the dolls on the ground miss their mothers. Every night, I think of my mother's words, and my tears are flashing ... "As if I were a boy again, my mother took my little hand and leaned against the windowsill to count the stars ... Tears blurred my eyes. I thought I had been ground into a hard stone by the gravel on the road of growth, but now I find that there is always an extremely soft and sensitive place in people's hearts that can't stand touch. Don't laugh at my affectation When you really feel the sadness of bidding farewell to childhood, I think you can understand my mood at the moment. I am a homesick child. I like to eat the dishes fried by my mother, listen to the legendary stories told by my father, and smell the happy, sweet, warm and pleasant fragrance at home. I don't know if I can remember "mom's words" when I grow up. "Lu" gave me the simplest touch in my childhood-affection.
Years are like songs, and growth is like shedding. When I step into the adult world and bid farewell to my childhood, will I still remember the songs that accompanied me through my childhood on the road of growth? "Children who look forward to growing up day after day, year after year"-May we grow up in good songs and dreams.
7. Childhood is a song. My childhood, what is it? Is it a joke? Is it a color palette? Or a kaleidoscope of changes? Neither. This song is beautiful.
In that childlike age, I did many childish and interesting things. They danced as happily as the notes on the music, and it's hard to forget now.
There are too many interesting things in childhood. If it is a string of wind chimes, when the wind blows, it will make a crisp and cheerful sound. I remember when I was five or six years old, on a hot summer day, flames rose and sweat began to sweat. Mom and dad are out. People stay at home and watch cartoons. When I am excited, I can't help laughing. Suddenly, I remembered a mosquito buzzing in my ear. I frowned and glared, feeling a little angry, and continued to watch cartoons. Mosquitoes seem to see that I ignore it and become more presumptuous, so they fly to my eyes and turn around. As if to make me angry on purpose. I didn't care to step on it, but mosquitoes kept flying around. I finally couldn't help it, "Ha ha ha!" I can't help laughing. I slapped mozzie. My mind is as active as running water, and I continue to watch my favorite cartoons.
While I was watching TV with relish, two or three "blood ghosts" flew around me, as if to avenge the mosquitoes I killed. "Come on, take revenge, the more the better!" I am very happy. Unexpectedly, I was just joking, and several mosquitoes flew in. I am increasingly worried that there will be more mosquitoes. But I got up the courage again and wanted to kill these "troublemakers". Many thoughts are like sparks in my mind, generate, and then they go out one by one. The "troublemaker" kept coming at me, and I kept scratching, and the "small bags" kept crawling out. I am getting more and more angry, and my anger is churning in my chest, just like a boiler that is under too much pressure and is about to explode. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I rushed into my mother's room to get a can of insecticide aerosol. But I didn't know what kind it was, so I just took a can and sprayed it to the place where there were mosquitoes. "ah! It smells good! Hey! Mom buys insecticide aerosol and incense! This must be very expensive and effective! A few more sprays. Hum! You troublemakers will be defeated at my feet! Ha ha ha! " I just sprayed it, but somehow it didn't work and I yawned a few times. "Ha ... owe ..."
At this time, my mother came back. She walked into the house and yawned. "ah! It smells delicious. Ha ... I owe ... did my son cook delicious food? " "No ... no" I told my mother the whole story in detail. Mom smiled and bent down and said that the cans on my body were perfume. I laughed too.
Through this incident, I understand that no matter what you do, you should ask clearly, do it seriously, carefully and meticulously, and never be careless, so that you can do what you should do more perfectly.
My childhood was a song, a happy and interesting song. I grew up slowly in the songs of my childhood …
8. Composition "Childhood is a Song" Childhood is the simplest memory in everyone's heart. -inscription
I often write about my childhood, my youth and the dull years bathed in sunshine. They are like paper cranes, carrying me higher and higher, farther and farther.
Spin? childhood
Sitting on the merry-go-round, I watched a little girl happily jump on the merry-go-round, as if she had seen herself many years ago. At that time, I always thought that I could travel around the world on a merry-go-round, wander around and find my future.
"Gorgeous appearance, gorgeous lighting, I am a merry-go-round in this paradise, just to satisfy my children's dreams. . .. "The song" Spinning Wood "brought my thoughts back. Although the carousel can bring joy to children, it is actually very sad. Trojan horses can only look at each other, no matter how bumpy they are, no matter how hard they chase, they can't catch up. It seems that this childhood memory, no matter how it comes back, can't go back.
I cherish and have the childhood memories of the carousel.
Sea? childhood
The fortress on the beach is a symbol of childhood. Girls like to pick up Baker and blow the sea breeze; Boys like swimming and fishing, and then build sandcastles on the beach together.
Jump over the oncoming waves, and I will jump happily again until my mother calls me home in the sunset; I deliberately stepped on a string of footprints on the beach, watching the sea fill it up, and never found our sand castle, our footprints.
The waves came and brought us laughter; The waves went back and took away our laughter.
I cherish and have childhood memories of the sea.
Dandelion? childhood
When I was a child, I would pick a flower by the roadside and blow it gently, and it would fly all over the sky. My mother told me it was dandelion. When I was a child, I always thought dandelion was strong and brave. As long as I grow up, I can leave home with my bag and go sailing.
Dandelion carries too many dreams and expectations to fly together, but it often backfires. Is it a dream in front of dandelion? Where is the road? As a result, when I was a child, my naive dream was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery around me, and I was at a loss and disappeared. Dandelion has lost, hesitated, cried and had no choice, but it has always been my childhood dream.
I cherish and have dandelion's childhood memories.
Childhood, I cherish, I retain, I aftertaste, I trace back.
9. The songs of my childhood, 300 years of composing have flown by, and I have grown up gradually. In a Chinese class, the teacher let us listen to three songs: Childhood, Youth Story and Night Black. While listening to the song, I recalled my childhood in the song.
My childhood survival is like the childhood of "waiting for classes, waiting for schools, waiting for games" in "Childhood". I recalled that I tried to play happily, eulogize happily and live in peace of mind. However, my childhood passed quickly, and I lost my happy childhood when I grew up.
When I was a child, I finished all my homework almost every day before I went to school. I sometimes watch TV every night and visit my grandparents every week. I always spend 10 days to finish my homework on holidays, and I will indulge myself in the rest of the time. Now I have grown up and lost my happy life and relaxed study.
Now, my homework is increasing gradually. You can only finish one homework before going to school. I finish all my homework every night around 10. I went to bed immediately after finishing my homework. Every week, I have no time to visit my grandparents for half a day. During the holiday, I have little time to play, and the rest of the time is "immersed" in my homework. I do my homework in the homework pile all day, which makes me lose a lot of weight. When I grow up, my happy childhood no longer exists, and I will come into contact with a colorful society.
When I was a child, I lived on a pillow like a bird flying high, but now I am locked in a cage of homework piles, eating rice grains of knowledge and losing my freedom.
I recall my childhood in singing, and I recall my happy childhood. I have grown up and will start a new life. I grew up, my childhood no longer exists, and I went to the road of growth.
10. Write a composition with "childhood" "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. ...
I remember playing with my playmates when I was a child, so I yearned for that scene. Anyway, childhood is gone after all ... the sweetness of childhood has faded in my mouth, but the beauty at that time is still clearly engraved in my heart. I've grown up and grown taller. I used to pretend to play with my brain, and I have thought about the ups and downs of complex life and the ups and downs of learning.
I remember when I was upset, I liked to sit there alone and think quietly. I even want to stand in the heavy rain, let the rain wash away my unhappiness and let the autumn wind bring me confidence. There is still a long way ahead. It is full of ups and downs, but it will always move towards the light. Today, I am like a young eagle on a cliff, like a dragon churning in stormy waves, spreading my wings and flying. Tomorrow, I will stand in the downstream of the long river, summon up courage to run to the ideal upstream, raise my sails and ride the wind and waves.
I remember my childhood was simple, simple and almost transparent. But childhood is white-white is the simplest color, but it is not the primary color. It is a combination of many colors, a mysterious combination. I can't believe it. The threshold of youth reached my feet in the blink of an eye, and panic and trouble quietly followed me. The only thing I can do is to feel the wonderful time when I am about to leave in a hurry. How I miss my carefree and innocent childhood!
One step at a time, towards the road, perhaps the small footprints are still slightly vague and tortuous, but this is yesterday and today ... I am a little sad, a little silent and no longer naive. I slowly bid farewell to the silly and lovely self when I was a child, because I am going to grow up, I promise I will go deeper and straighter ... I will spend my childhood without regrets. Maybe when I am young, I will be proud of my youth! Childhood is the first step in life. Only by taking this first step can we take the second step. So I cherish you deeply and say to you, "I can't forget you, my childhood!" " "Maybe one day, I will think about it occasionally, which makes me moved alone. ...