My childhood was red,
Running around with the kids,
know nothing at all
The importance of time.
My childhood was orange,
You can only do headaches,
know nothing at all
What does it mean to make a fool of yourself?
My childhood was yellow,
Watching TV carefree,
know nothing at all
Where did the time go?
My childhood was green,
Playing on the green grass,
Only know
I am very happy every day.
My childhood was blue,
Like an immature apple,
I don't know,
The distress of going to school.
My childhood was blue,
Dreaming of flying in the sky,
Only know
Thinking.
My childhood was purple,
Think that play is the most important thing,
in consideration of
The importance of learning.
My childhood
It's colorful,
also
Happy.
Colorful childhood
Author: Class 4, Grade 6, Chen reposted from: original hits on this site: 46
Colorful childhood
Chen, Class 4, Grade 6.
Childhood is like spring, and every story is a flower with falling branches.
The days when I was a child in the countryside were my most precious time.
Every child in our country likes climbing trees very much. Every one of them, whether boys or girls, is very flexible in climbing trees, and he can climb high after two or three strokes. So I like climbing trees since childhood, because when you are climbing trees, you will have a very exciting feeling; When you climb to the top, you will feel very successful, and the sweat you shed before is worth it; When you look at the distance from the highest place, when the breeze blows your hair, it feels as free as being isolated from the world! Just like a happy flying bird, how beautiful it is!
This day, this day, I will never forget. Several of our friends chose the tallest tree in their hometown to climb in a competition. Everyone tried their best to climb, and in the process of climbing, I felt what the true feelings of the world were. When they see their companions in trouble, they will almost fall or have insufficient strength to get up. Each of them will lend a helping hand to help them complete their tasks. In this way, we helped each other until we climbed to the top of the mountain.
Wow, that's great! We finally climbed up. After a short rest, we took out a roll of ribbon from our pocket. It's not an ordinary ribbon, it's transparent, it's a gift from my uncle. We pulled out all the ribbons, held them high and fluttered in the wind, forming our own rainbow and creating our colorful childhood. Lower your head, everyone is looking at our "rainbow", even the birds are happy for our "rainbow".
Now, the partner who accompanied me through my colorful childhood has lost the liveliness and innocence of childhood and the feeling of kindness and joy.
Climbing a tree, a pleasant note, embellished my colorful childhood and my life with simplicity and nature.
Colorful childhood
Niu Qian Wen, Class Two, Grade Four, Pangqi Primary School
Everyone has his own good memories, and most of these good memories come from childhood. My childhood was colorful.
Red is happiness. In my impression, there is laughter in our family every day. Everyone is happy for me when I recite 100 digits after the decimal point of pi. In my memory, the happiest thing is playing with ants. At that time, I blocked the big ants under the steps and drove them into the hole with a small stick. I had a hard time blocking the ant hole, and I blocked it wherever the ants came. It's really interesting to watch them running around.
Orange is passion. Whenever a guest comes, I politely call him (her) uncle or aunt. Once, my mother's colleague came and I had a good time with her daughter. My colleagues praised me as a young master.
Yellow is lively. I was lively when I was a child, but I was not overbearing. When I play with my friends, I always invent a very interesting game. I like skipping, but I don't like being angry. I always say a humorous thing when others are unhappy.
Green is quiet. My mother said that I was naughty when I was a child, but I especially loved listening to stories and fairy tales. The stories told by my mother are very meaningful, such as Sima Guang's broken jar. Dad tells interesting stories, such as Mr Meng. As soon as you listen to this story, you will be quiet.
Blue is imagination. I can tell my parents a complete fictional story when I am two and a half years old. My parents often marvel at the twists and turns, bold imagination and unexpected ending in the story.
Purple is my ideal. I want to be a postdoctoral fellow. My mother said that as long as I contribute to my motherland, I don't care about my education. Like Hua, he only has a primary school diploma, but he has actually reached the level of doctor. I think she's right, too.
Childhood is short, but beautiful. How I wish I could go back to my childhood.