Everyone has an unforgettable childhood, and those interesting past events are as dazzling as the stars in the sky, often emitting charming brilliance. These interesting memories often come to my mind and make me unforgettable.

Childhood is childish and ridiculous. I remember that time, my mother was not at home because of something, and it was almost time for dinner, but I couldn't cook. I thought: if I finish washing the dishes, won't my mother cook faster? So I had a brainwave and came up with a clever plan: doesn't mom usually wash clothes with a washing machine? Why can't I wash vegetables with a washing machine? It must be fast and labor-saving. So I poured a pot of dishes that my mother was going to cook into the washing machine. However, I still don't know how to use it, but I still understand the scale. I just turned all the buttons on the washing machine to the maximum and the washing machine started. I was ecstatic: "It's a piece of cake to start so easily!" Then I laughed again. After a while, the washing machine stopped. "Hey, what's the matter? Why are all the plates broken? " I was a little anxious and immediately called my mother: "Mom, I washed vegetables with the washing machine. Why are all the vegetables broken? " "ouch! My baby, the washing machine can only wash clothes, of course, washing vegetables will be bad. " My mother told me earnestly.

Childhood is naive and selfish. I remember one day, a guest came to my house, and my mother cut watermelons to receive the guests. I went to the kitchen and looked, "Wow, so many watermelons!" "My saliva can't help but flow out slowly. It's really "suspecting that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days". I secretly bit the watermelon tip into a crescent shape and thought to myself, "Who will eat it now?" "My mother went to the kitchen and told me with a smile that eating watermelon tips would kill people. "I was shocked and quickly said to my mother," No, will I die if I eat watermelon tips? " Mom hugged me: "You are all greedy!" I smiled strangely.

Ah, unforgettable childhood, happy childhood ... Everything in childhood is deeply engraved in my mind, flying with my childlike innocence and growing with me.

Teacher's comment: This exercise is lively and interesting. It describes the naive childhood of the little author through two events. The whole exercise is ingenious in conception, rigorous in structure, rich in imagination, humorous in language and flexible in thinking, and the innocent childlike innocence of children is beating between the lines, which reflects the humorous childlike interest of children. After reading it, people feel the yearning and nostalgia of the young author for childhood. The whole exercise echoed from beginning to end, and pointed out the center at the end.

I wrote it, I hope it will help you, and there is a teacher's comment.

1. Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I have gradually grown from a childish urchin to a vibrant and energetic teenager. I am about to graduate and enter middle school. My alma mater gave me too much. When I am about to leave, when I look at my alma mater, the cradle of my growth, I can't help feeling deeply. Campus life is like a treasure chest to me, which contains many treasures, although some of them have been gradually hidden.

I remember that time, it was a spectacular firefly party held to celebrate the "June 1" Festival. On the stage, balloons of various colors are dotted among them, which is really dazzling. With the enthusiastic voice of the host, the party kicked off. The program is wonderful, with laughter, shouts and applause, which is very lively! Everyone handfuls of fluorescent light, like twinkling stars, lit up the big playground covered by night against the raging bonfire. It's our turn to perform the four finales of the fifth grade. When singing, the days of hard rehearsal before the performance have long been beautiful memories, and everyone devoted themselves to the performance. So, when singing "can we not break up", use. What we want to say most is: "Alma Mater, can you not break up!" At the end of the song, the audience applauded. This is everyone's affirmation of our graduating class students. How could I forget?

The most exciting thing is the lighting ceremony. Teachers and representatives of young pioneers led us to shout slogans, and several energetic young pioneers started the torch relay ceremony, which pushed the party to * * *. The torch burns brightly in the night, blushing everyone's face and surging everyone's emotions ... Listening to the high-pitched recitations of teachers and classmates, I understand that the flame of revolution needs to be passed down from generation to generation ... when the music begins. Performing group dances around fireflies, some in pairs, some in a small circle ... The whole playground was infected by this atmosphere, and everyone was boiling and started a carnival. ...

What an unforgettable night! In the depths of my memory, this beautiful memory, with colorful customs, is like a surging song, which is often sung in my heart. ...

childhood memories

Speaking of childhood, I think of a happy childhood. There were many happy things in my childhood. I don't know which one. I can't count it!

When I was in kindergarten, it was a wonderful time, with interesting play and innocent movements. Because there was no homework and no burden, only one day's happiness was a day's victory.

But there is one thing that I will never forget. It is deeply imprinted in my mind. Here's the thing. On a sunny afternoon, some of our children are playing on the trampoline and some are playing on the slide. When the children were having a hot fight, the aunts asked the children to give apples in the teacher's room. Just as the children were scrambling to pile up at the door, I happened to run over. Just arrived at the door, a child ran into the field. He said I pushed it, but I was afraid to speak. I stood by and watched. The teacher talked about this and that around him. I contacted my parents. I was so scared that I kept crying. After that,

I didn't like going to kindergarten the next day, and I was particularly afraid. I didn't push it From then on, I went to kindergarten every day without crying. I can't help it if I don't want to go, because my parents are at work and there is no one at home, so I have to go to kindergarten. At the door, my tears blurred my eyes and looked at my mother's back. I'm afraid someone will say, "I pushed him."

Memories of childhood 3 1 1 My childhood is full of colorful stories, one of which I will never forget.

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When I was in the second grade, I was very greedy at that time. Seeing others eating ice cream makes my mouth water and I always want to buy an ice cream to satisfy my hunger. Finally, I couldn't help it. One day, I secretly took two yuan in the piggy bank.

Money, I'm afraid my parents will see the flaw. After lunch, I will go to bed soon. If it's normal, I have to dawdle for a long time before I can sleep. Mom and Dad are saying, "Why did Yu Meng go to bed so soon today? What a good performance! "

Good boy! "After school, I quickly bought two ice creams, one for my good friend. My good friend and I ate ice cream with relish, which was very gratifying. Mom heard from others in class that many children buy stalls.

Eat west. Mother said, "My children will never buy food in front of the stall." Mom was still a little uneasy, so she opened my piggy bank and checked it. I found that I was short of two yuan. At this time, I happened to go home. mother

My mother asked me, "Did you tell me the truth with two yuan?" I said with trepidation and hesitation, "I ... I ... took two yuan to buy ice cream." Mother suddenly flew into a rage and said, "I'm with you."

How many times have I told you not to buy things in front of the booth? Unsanitary, you just won't listen! "Mom flew into a rage and smashed my piggy bank in a rage. I burst into tears with a "wow", and then I regretted it.

But my beloved piggy bank, if I had listened to my mother, my mother would not have broken my piggy bank. If I know this, why should I know it?

I decided not to buy snacks without my parents' permission from now on. Since then, I have never made a similar mistake.

Childhood memories 500 words Everyone has a beautiful memory, a golden childhood, and all the ups and downs are indispensable. I also had a wonderful childhood, and the ups and downs of childhood were deeper than anyone else.

I remember when I was a child, once, when I was eating, I held my rice bowl with my head in my hands and tried my best to cook with a spoon. My aunt saw it and said, "Oh, eat quickly."

I had to force myself to eat a few mouthfuls of rice, menstruation coaxed me to say; "Eat quickly, and I'll invite you to McDonald's after eating, okay?" I don't know. My aunt told me it wasn't very good. I just stuffed a few mouthfuls of rice into my mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and managed to swallow it, alas!

The feeling at that time was really hard. "Aunt, I don't want this bowl. Can I have another bowl? " I told my aunt coquetry. Aunt paused and immediately said, "Good, good!" I saw my aunt pick up my work and go to the kitchen. After a while, he came out and said, "Come on, it's time for dinner."

I said, "Auntie, are you feeding me?" "Yes, yes." Aunt gave me a few mouthfuls, and I said to her, "Aunt, I don't want this bowl!" " "Aunt back to the kitchen, and come out to feed me.

In this way, I went back and forth three times. The fourth time, I quietly went back to the kitchen with my aunt to scare her. Unexpectedly, I saw my aunt put her rice bowl on the table and gave me some rice. She doesn't pour rice at all. She gives me bowls after bowls. Hum! I was really angry! However, after thinking about it, I seem to be wrong!

Childhood memories are really beautiful and ridiculous!

2. The composition of Memories of Childhood is 500 words.

Childhood is like a colorful box, full of candy, happiness and laughter. In retrospect, everything is like a crystal pearl, like a beautiful and dazzling necklace, flashing in the long river of my memory.

I remember it was a sunny day and I went shopping with my mother-in-law. Buy Goubuli steamed stuffed bun! Four dollars a cage, come and buy it! Another sharp selling sound came to my ears. Grandma, grandma, I want to try, okay? I pulled my mother-in-law's skirt and looked at her expectantly. My mother-in-law agreed without saying anything. After buying it, I stayed away from steamed buns. God knows, I bought it for dogs. I came home in high spirits and pretended to say; It stinks! No wonder the dog ignored it!

In fact, everything I smell is not bad! I said to Laner: Laner Dog, I bought you steamed bread. Come and eat! I thought it would walk away without smelling it and ignore the steamed stuffed bun. However, the result is much bigger than I expected. Laner looked at me with a full face of excitement, wagging her small tail, flying like an arrow in front of the steamed stuffed bun and wolfing it down.

I didn't understand, so I said angrily, hum! Lie to me! What dog ignores it! Dogs obviously eat, which is nothing! Hearing this, the mother-in-law thought it was something. It turned out to be for steamed buns. She quickly explained to me: well, well, steamed stuffed bun is not really ignored by dogs. Just a name. I blushed and suddenly realized.

Childhood is like sand on the beach. Pick any one and you'll have a story. I feel brand-new every time I watch it.

3. The composition of Memories of Childhood is 500 words.

Childhood is my treasure chest, and memory is its key. Every time I open my treasure chest, I will gain a lot of happiness. Treasure our childhood! It seldom snows in Kunming in winter, but one morning this year. I woke up and opened the curtains. The garden is covered with thick snow and snowflakes are floating in the sky. It snows in Kunming.

I rushed out of the room. In this white world, those once romantic grasses are like hibernating at this time, hiding under a thick snow-white blanket, and it is difficult to see their traces. I grabbed a handful of chubby snow and let it fly around me, turning it into a cool spray. Snowflakes flying all over the sky spread on the mountains like goose feathers, scattered on the earth like dandelions, and floated, quivered and rippled in the boundless sky like countless young and indescribable lives.

What a beautiful snowflake! Then invite friends to play together. I grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it into a circle and threw it at a friend. A white flower immediately opened on his back, and he also grabbed a mass of snow and threw it at him. I dodged from side to side and escaped his attack. After the snowball fight, we came to make a snowman, only to see him roll a small snowball into a big snowball.

We use this as its body, and then I roll a small snowball to make its head like his movements. I brought a carrot from home as its nose and picked up two pebbles as its eyes. When the snowman was finished, we wandered around it, skipping around as if we regarded it as our friend. This snow has left a good memory for my childhood.

4. The composition of Memories of Childhood is 500 words.

Childhood is a pure and unforgettable time. In childhood, we weave beautiful stories every day. An insect, a toy, a discovery and an argument seem insignificant, but they contain our happiness, dreams and pursuits. Now I am no longer a child, and I no longer have an innocent smile when I was a child; Recalling the innocent fun when I was a child, there is always a feeling of deep attachment, which makes people unable to speak in their dreams.

My home is in the north. When I was a child, I liked to have snowball fights and make snowmen in the ice and snow. 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 blown to the ground by the wind, spinning in succession; Like the seven fairies scattered flowers, flying all over the sky.

I remember making a snowman when I was ten years old. It snowed heavily the night before, and 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 I picked up a shovel 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 brother 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! The snowman made a pile and we laughed happily.

Childhood is a painting, which contains our colorful life; Childhood is a song that sings our happiness and happiness; Childhood is a dream, which contains our imagination and longing. I can't save my childhood, I just want to cherish this wonderful time.

5. The composition of Memories of Childhood is 500 words.

Childhood brings me many memories. In a memory, there are bitter, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Memories swirled in my mind one after another. Some are engraved in my heart like a brand, and some have been fragmented, leaving only a little memory.

Some have long been forgotten. That bitter memory is that regretful friendship. In the eyes of many people, they are naughty children, unruly and willful, and will never grow up. I regret not changing my personality and not admitting that I did something wrong. That sweet memory is the warm love my parents gave me. When I succeed, I always say by the side, I will continue to work hard and don't be proud. It's a little sour every time I listen to it. I made it. You should bless me well.

How did this happen? Perhaps, this is a sweet memory. Really sweet to the heart. That painful memory is that hard work. I was flattered that someone once said that my writing was good. However, in retrospect, I would have achieved such success without that teacher and his unremitting efforts.

It is worthwhile to do whatever you want now and work hard at the beginning. That bitter memory is bad behavior. I always see floating garbage on the road, and I see traces of copying homework in school. Didn't we get muddy?

Seeing someone throwing garbage, is it learning, correcting or criticizing? When you see someone copying homework, do you report it to the teacher, or do you like him, or turn a blind eye? These are all childhood troubles. That salty memory doesn't sound good. After all, good medicine tastes bitter. If it's useful to you, which one is better? Good words are called flattery. I will remember these words, but I will never hear them again. Childhood memories, but never go back.

6. The composition of Memories of Childhood is 500 words.

When I think of my childhood, I can't help talking about unforgettable things in the past. I remember that in the summer when I was 8 years old, my parents and I went swimming at the seaside with my menstruating family.

Ah! The sea is very big, and at first glance it is really boundless. The blue sky is reflected on the sea, and the sea becomes blue and clear. When I first saw the sea, I was scared. The waves saw us and came to us gently, as if to say, "Welcome to this beautiful place." It scratched my little foot, and I became bolder. Barefoot, I put on my swimming trunks and a ring-shaped life buoy. I was admitted. It helped me learn to swim and protected my safety at the same time. I can't wait to dive into the water.

I swam around me imitating my father's posture. I paddle with my hands in the water, pedal around and swim forward. I said, it's too late to turn back now. The waves beat against me and drowned my head. I just took a breath and took a sip of water, which really scared me!

I saw my parents swimming happily in various postures. I really admire them. But when I think about myself, I am very depressed. My father swam over and taught me, "Take a breath first, then exhale. Don't be nervous. " I have no basis for swimming. I breathe and exhale, I get water. My father's hopeful eyes and words that constantly encourage me, what can I say? I have to continue my studies. ...

After repeated practice, I finally learned to swim. I can swim about 4 meters. I am so happy that I don't know how to describe my mood at this time. I can't help but think of a famous saying: nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind. I really climbed this time!

Memories of childhood: 35o-word candy.

Childhood is like a colorful kaleidoscope, and there are many beautiful things worth remembering. Having said that, I remembered an interesting thing that happened when I was a child-"growing candy".

I was only four years old then. My grandfather came to the city from the countryside and saw a vacant lot in my backyard. Grandpa decided to order food, so he asked me to help him. He used a hoe to dig the soil, and I picked up stones with my hands; He fixed the shelf and I helped him pull the thread. Grandpa taught me while doing things: "As you sow, you reap."

Hearing this, I remembered that my aunt brought me some sweets when she came the other day. I thought, "If you plant candy, you can get candy?" From the beginning, I took candy and shovel, went to grandpa's flat clearing, dug a hole and put candy in it excitedly. Then fill in the hole and pray: candy! Candy! You grow very fast, so I will harvest a lot of candy. Thinking about it, I entered the house hopefully.

After that, I went to see it every day and watered it, hoping it would sprout soon. In this way, day by day passed, watching grandpa's vegetables sprout and grow leaves, while my candy didn't move at all. Is it because I don't have the balls? I need to find out. So I took a shovel and opened it. The candy is moldy. I cried and ran into the house and shouted, "Grandpa lied! Grandpa lies! " Grandpa said inexplicably, "My dear grandson, what's the matter?" I said angrily, "You liar! Grandpa was stumped by me, so I told him the whole story in detail. Grandpa said in distress situation: "Son, how can you grow candy?"

I retorted, "Didn't you say,' As you sow, you reap'?" "But candy is lifeless!" Grandpa said earnestly.

I nodded incredulously, but when I thought of the moldy candy, I burst into tears. Grandpa quickly said, "don't cry, I'll buy you candy!" " "I just stopped crying and had a sweet smile on my face.

"Childhood dreams, colorful dreams. Childhood songs, happy songs. The footprint of childhood is a string, and the story of childhood is piled up. "

Ah! My childhood is really hard to forget!

Memories of childhood 170 words "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures." Yes, in others' eyes, mother is an angel in children's hearts, but in my heart, grandma is the most inseparable person in my life.

When I was very young, my mother left me early because of illness, and my father was away for many years, so I had to live alone with my sick grandmother. With grandma's meager pension, our life is very difficult. Nevertheless, grandma always tries to cook something delicious for me. Once at lunch, I put a piece of meat for my grandma, and grandma put the meat in my bowl and said to me, "Teng Er, grandma doesn't like meat, please eat it!" " Grandma just wants you to study hard. "Listen to grandma, looking at grandma's kind face, my nose hurts and I cry on grandma's body.

Childhood Memories 700 words Everyone has his own colorful childhood, which is like a colorful painting, fascinating and unforgettable.

In the bubble of my memory, I liked going to the park best when I was a child. Wear beautiful clothes and follow my parents to the park. I will say hello to the idle fish by the river to see if they have grown up. I will dance on the lawn to attract people to stop and watch. Tired of jumping, I will sit on the lawn and have a rest, quietly listening to the birds singing happily on the branches, and the crows come and go like a fresh symphony penetrating my heart. I will go to see the delicate magnolia again and smell its elegant fragrance, which makes me relaxed and happy. Lying on the lawn, I will see the blue sky, and several white clouds float on it like thin cotton wool. I feel happy like a little princess.

I like flying kites. Flying in the wide square with a long kite, the kite slowly lifted off in my hand and rose higher and higher. Kite is so happy. It can see so many places and things in the sky. I envy it. It is because of kites that I have hoped to fly into the sky one day and enjoy the feeling of overlooking the earth since I was a child.

I also like flying butterflies. Among flowers, butterflies like to stay on bright petals. I'll get closer, left and right. Although I seldom catch butterflies, I will still run around to catch that beautiful butterfly, just like a happy little rabbit.

Everything is changing, just like unpredictable weather. Time will not go backwards, we can only move forward, not go back to the past, and happy childhood can only be recalled. ...

Memories of childhood composition 600 words childhood fun.

Everyone has an unforgettable childhood, and those interesting past events are as dazzling as the stars in the sky, often emitting charming brilliance. These interesting memories often come to my mind and make me unforgettable.

Childhood is childish and ridiculous. I remember that time, my mother was not at home because of something, and it was almost time for dinner, but I couldn't cook. I thought to myself, wouldn't my mother cook faster if I finished washing the dishes? So I had a brainwave and came up with a clever plan: doesn't mom usually wash clothes with a washing machine? Why can't I wash vegetables with a washing machine? It must be fast and labor-saving. So I poured a pot of dishes that my mother was going to cook into the washing machine. However, I still don't know how to use it, but I still understand the scale. As soon as I turned the button on the washing machine to the maximum, the washing machine started. I was ecstatic: "It's so easy to start, it's a piece of cake!" Then I burst out laughing again. After a while, the washing machine stopped. "Hey, what's the matter? Why are all the plates broken? " I was a little anxious and immediately called my mother: "Mom, I washed vegetables with the washing machine. Why are all the vegetables broken? " "ouch! My baby, the washing machine can only wash clothes, and washing vegetables will of course be bad. " My mother told me earnestly.

Childhood is childish and selfish. I remember one day, a guest came to my house, and my mother cut watermelons to receive the guests. I went to the kitchen and looked, "Wow, so many watermelons!" "My saliva can't help but flow out slowly. It's really "suspecting that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days". I secretly bit the watermelon tip into a crescent shape and thought to myself, "Who will eat it now?" Mom went to the kitchen and smiled and said to me, "Eating watermelon will kill people. "I was shocked and quickly said to my mother," No, will I die if I eat watermelon tips? " Mom hugged me: "You are all greedy!" I smiled strangely.

Ah, unforgettable childhood, happy childhood ... Everything in childhood is deeply engraved in my mind, flying with my childlike innocence and growing with me.

Teacher's comment: This exercise is lively and interesting. It describes the naive childhood of the little author through two events. The full text is ingenious in conception, rigorous in structure, imaginative, humorous in language and flexible in thinking. Children's innocent childlike innocence beats between the lines, which reflects children's humorous childlike interest. After reading it, people feel the yearning and nostalgia of the young author for childhood. The whole exercise echoed from beginning to end, and pointed out the center at the end.

I wrote it, I hope it will help you, and there is a teacher's comment.

Composition: Memories of Childhood 800 words Open an old book and childhood memories come to mind. ...

I remember it was a winter. ...

I was only seven years old at that time, and I was very playful. Looking at the snow outside the window, I want to go out to play. Of course, mom won't let me because it's still snowing. When the snow stops, mom will take me out to play. I walk a few steps back, a few steps back, what are you looking at? Footprints, of course, I looked at my own footprints and then at my mother's footprints. I asked inexplicably, "Mom, why are your footprints so much deeper than mine?"

"Because I am an adult."

"Will my footprints be so deep when I grow up?"

"yes."

"Oh, then I want to grow up quickly."

My mother and I made a snowman at the door. Of course, most of them are made by my mother, but the decorations on them are all my "masterpieces". Two stones of different sizes and colors are snowman's eyes, a thick branch is his nose, and that weird cloth is his mouth. Two branches turned into snowman's arms, and the whole snowman looked innocent and lovely. Passers-by all laughed when they saw it, but I stupidly continued to decorate the snowman.

Now think about it, it was really cute at that time, and the footprints were not necessarily adults'. But yes, I was only seven years old at that time, and it was natural that I didn't understand. I think of that snowman again, and now I want to laugh. That's weird.

Remember that autumn? ...

My classmates and I were walking in the Woods, and the yellow leaves fell with the wind, like graceful elves. A gust of wind blew, and the sound of "rushing" sounded, which was particularly clear in the quiet Woods. I walked with my classmates for a while and felt bored. Even if the scenery is beautiful, it is the same, nothing new. I had an idea: "xxx, why don't we compare who found more kinds of leaves?" She nodded at once, and the two of us looked at each other and tacitly picked up the leaves. I don't know what to ask, but it seems that someone designed it. We both found a leaf at the same time Neither of us would let anyone, so we were deadlocked for three minutes. Finally, I gave up and we started looking again. After a while, we all came back. Why? Because it's getting dark. We counted the leaves and were surprised to find that all the leaves we found were the same! We both laughed and said, "This is God's intention to play tricks on us." The two of us paused, and I said, "It's getting dark, go home." She nodded her head. We went home separately.

Although it is just a game, it shows our stubbornness and tacit understanding. Now that I think about it, we really have a destiny, hehe.

Childhood bits and pieces slowly gathered in my mind, and more and more memories were excavated. Now I find that I am so naive and lovely. ...

Memories of childhood 70 words Memories of childhood

I vaguely remember when I was a child,

That vague memory.

Singing and laughing in the morning glow,

Chasing and frolicking on the grass.

Always trying to pick the moon from the treetops,

Always want to treasure the stars in the sky,

What a strange idea I had when I was a child.