Introduction: Childhood is like a cup of light tea that makes you reminisce. The following is a 500-word essay describing unforgettable memories of childhood. Welcome to refer to it. Chapter 1: A 500-word essay describing unforgettable memories of childhood

Those beautiful moments in childhood are like a long chain strung with crystal clear pearls, large and small, and the chain is getting longer and longer. , I have more and more childhood memories? The first day of kindergarten. Do you know what I remember most about my childhood? That was my first day of kindergarten.

That day, my mother sent me to kindergarten early. As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw many parents and strange children. The classroom was full of crying. When I thought that my mother was about to leave me, my heart dropped. I cried loudly and sadly, clamoring to go home with my mother. My mother comforted me and said that there are many teachers, aunts and children here, and there are many fun games. Gradually, my crying became quieter and my heart calmed down. After a while, my mother was about to leave, and I was reluctant to leave, holding back tears and sobbing softly, and waved to her. My first day in kindergarten was like this, what about you? In the physical education class of the second grade, we played a PK game between two people. Sun Jiayu and I were in a group, and we competed against classmates from other groups. The two of us cooperated tacitly and won all the way, eliminating many opponents and entering the finals. At the beginning of the final, we were still far ahead, but not long after, I looked back: Oh, the situation is not good, the opponent is indeed not weak, and is about to overtake us! I quickly reminded my partner, she realized it, and we hurriedly speed up pace. ?The loud sound of one, two, one, two echoed over the playground. ?Yeah! We won first place!? Sun Jiayu danced happily. My face was covered with sweat, but my heart was filled with the joy of victory! When I started to learn the piano, I was very helpless and didn't want to learn because I felt dizzy when I saw those jumping notes. Every night, my mother would force me to play, otherwise I would not be allowed to sleep. Many times I almost gave up. It was so uncomfortable, but my mother forced me to come back again and again.

Just like this, I persisted and gradually became interested in playing the piano, which became my specialty. At the campus art festival, I participated in the performance of the musical instrument group. I played a beautiful movement with my classmates on the stage and won endless applause. It’s great to learn the piano! There are countless stories about childhood! Childhood is like soap bubbles blown one after another under the sun, colorful, sparkling and transparent, full of infinite memories and reveries? Part 2: A 500-word essay describing unforgettable memories of childhood

Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart; childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you reminisce; childhood is like a stormy rainbow, colorful and gorgeous; childhood is like the afterglow after the sunset. Light is so nostalgic; it is also like the winding road that allows us to grow. It is impossible for the wind to blow away these warm memories; it is impossible for the rain to cover up these touching melodies. Only the lovely sunshine can preserve them?

I remember when I was a child, my mother often taught me I said: "If you sow melons, you will reap melons; if you sow beans, you will reap beans." ?Every time my mother says this, I will naively ask her: ?Is it true? Of course it is true. ?My mother said to me kindly. Then I thought, I must try it. So what should I plant? I suddenly had an idea. Oh, by the way, honey can also be used, and I like eating honey very much. When the honey tree grows, I can pick and eat it as I please. It’s great, I thought beautifully. Just do it, I dug a small hole first, then poured the jar of honey that my mother bought me today into the soil, and then buried it in the soil. Then, I went home with a sense of accomplishment and thought, what will the honey tree look like? After returning home, I finished my meal quickly and wanted to dream about my honey tree in my dream.

Honey tree, here I come!

The next day, early in the morning, I went to see if my honey tree had grown. When I got there, I dug up the soil and saw that there was a lot of black inside. Hums and slimy things were crawling around. When I got closer, I saw they were ants. The ants must be very happy today. They are having a party. I almost cried. Why is this happening? When I got home, I sobbed and asked my mother, "Mom, you lied to me." ?Mom Zhanger Monk was confused and said: ?What did I lie to you? ?Then, I told my mother everything that happened. She laughed uproariously, and then said: ?Honey, honey is collected by bees from flowers, not grown like you. ?After I heard this, I suddenly realized.

Now, Father Time has arrived and has taken childhood away in a hurry. I won't get ants from growing honey like before, let alone cry a lot. Thanks to Father Time, because he compiled my childhood into the purest, truest and most beautiful book and printed it in my heart! Chapter 3: A 500-word essay describing unforgettable memories of childhood

In the treasure box of my memory There are many colorful pictures in it, and each picture records every bit of my childhood. There are bright smiles when you succeed, and sad tears when you fail. Among the many pictures, the one with rows of muddy footprints is so special and unforgettable.

In the lush grass, butterflies and bees play with each other, adding vitality to the hot summer. Next to the grass, the creek sang happily, bringing a bit of coolness. In the scorching summer, this place has undoubtedly become a paradise for children to play. When I was only seven years old, under the leadership of my brother, I and my friends came to play by the stream. It was this play that added a beautiful touch to my childhood memories. It was a hot afternoon. My brother and I met with our friends and came to the creek. The green grass immediately attracted us who were playful. We played with each other on the grass, chasing skills and playing. After a while, we were having fun. Sweating profusely. So, my brother suggested that we all go to the creek to catch fish together. Catching fish? It’s so new. I’ve never tried it before. Being always curious about new things, I immediately agreed with my brother’s suggestion, and my friends also agreed. So, under the leadership of my brother, we came to the creek with a small fishing net and a small bucket. The creek was not very clear, and small fish could be vaguely seen swimming in the water. My friends took the fishing nets and ran to the middle of the creek eagerly. As soon as they arrived in the middle of the creek, they were dumbfounded when faced with a fishing net that was almost as tall as themselves. After a while, they decided to imitate the actions of the adults to catch fish. The short figure used the "eat" method to swing the fishing net. The strength of her breasts made her face covered with sweat. His movements were clumsy and funny. Sometimes he swung the net to catch fish, but instead of catching the fish, the muddy water spilled over his fellow students. Sometimes he used too much force and when he swung the net out, he also fell down, causing a splash. Splash. It didn't take long for us to become "little tabby cats". You looked at my nose, I looked at your face, and let out a loud laugh that echoed throughout the field.

Time passed by with laughter, and it was already evening before I knew it. We went ashore and printed rows of muddy feet on the shore with our muddy feet. The muddy footprints sparkled against the setting sun. It is these rows of muddy footprints that have become a precious page in my memory box.