In daily study, work and life, many people have written compositions. Writing compositions can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down our minds, and think about our future direction. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? The following is a composition about my childhood that I compiled. You are welcome to share it. Composition of My Childhood 1
As the saying goes, "Books have their own golden houses, and books have their own words like jade." I have been a "little bookworm" since I was a child. My mother said that as a child, as long as there is slow painting I won't make any noise when reading, and read quietly. It seems that there are always secrets in the book that attract me to discover. Wilson once said: "Books are windows to observe the world through the soul. A house without books is like a room without windows." Books have become my companions, and they have been by my side, accompanying me as I grew up.
Chairman Mao said: "You can go a day without eating, you can go a day without sleeping, and you can't go a day without reading books." As long as I have free time, I can't help but read books. Such as: "Encyclopedia", "Dad in the Pocket", "Robinson Crusoe" and so on. The world of books always makes me forget to eat and sleep. At the same time, it also makes me feel deeply and feel close to it. At home, only books are inseparable. They are on the desk, on the bedside, and in the cabinet. Books are a vast unfolding world, a vast ocean, and a vast universe, which can always guide me.
Reading not only increased my knowledge, but also broadened my horizons. For example: "Encyclopedia" made me understand the wonders of the world, and "Charlotte's Web" made me feel the innocent friendship. "Robinson Crusoe" made me know how difficult it is to survive on a desert island, and "Dad in the Pocket" made me understand that a child can also save the world.
Liu Xiang once said: Books are like medicine, and reading them well can cure stupidity. Reading makes me progress, reading makes me grow, and reading stays with me forever! My Childhood Composition 2
When I was a child, I spent most of my life at my grandparents’ house. In that small village, I was filled with laughter and laughter everywhere.
At that time, I was just a little kid who had just turned three years old, but walking, running, jumping and jumping in the small countryside was an indispensable part of me. There were melons, vines, bamboos, flowers, plants and trees everywhere in front of and behind my grandma’s house. Grandma told me that if there were melons and vines in the backyard, I would trip over them, so I’d better not go there! I just didn't listen. I just wanted to pick melons on the vines and catch butterflies on the flowers. I fell down again and again. As a kid, I was always naughty and liked challenges. Even though I couldn't pick or catch the butterflies, I couldn't help it. Happy!
In the bamboo forest, next to a few big rocks, I often go to see the chickens foraging. The hens lay eggs and the roosters crow. Over time, those chickens have become my friends. Whenever I bring food When I walk into the bamboo forest, roosters, hens, and chicks will come around and ask for food. If I don't let them go hungry, I will give them all the food I eat. They eat and squawk as if Thank me, don't mention how happy I am!
In the woods, there is a cherry tree planted by grandma. During the Grain Rain season, when the cherries turn red, I will be held by my grandma, standing under the cherry tree, and we will reach out to pick cherries and eat them together. The cherries are big and red, like little red lanterns hanging on the treetops. Because they are picked by themselves, they taste more sour and sweet.
My figure often appears in the flowers, because grandma likes to plant flowers, and I like to water the flowers. These flowers of different shapes bloom in different seasons, red, green, and pink. , purple is fascinating.
Now that I have grown up, small villages have been transformed into high-rise buildings, and my grandparents’ homes have been moved into units. Now I often think of the small village where my grandparents lived when I was a child, the melons and vines there, the chickens there, and the cherry trees there. Because these things are interesting things to me, there is no sadness in them, and happiness becomes Childhood endorsement. My Childhood Composition 3
In my colorful childhood, I had many toy friends who accompanied me. The most unforgettable thing for me is the cute plush toy - the little white rabbit.
When I was three years old, I spotted it at first glance among the dazzling array of dolls.
It was dressed in a white velvet coat, with long ears, its body was swung forward, and its three-petal mouth was tilted up, as if it was chewing grass with relish. What's more conspicuous is the red little nose above the mouth, which is particularly interesting. The round face is embedded with a pair of big red agate-like eyes, which are round and round, giving people a feeling of intelligence and gentleness.
From then on, the little white rabbit became my good friend. I take it with me everywhere. I was afraid that it would be hungry when I was eating, so I fed it spoonfuls of food. When I put something on its face, its little face became very cute, as if it was alive. I also let it lie next to me when I sleep. When I told a story to its long ears, I found that its bright eyes were looking at me intently without blinking. I love it. For it, I'm willing to do anything.
It can share joys and sorrows with me and share my sorrows. It smiles at me every day. As soon as I see it, I have no worries at all. When I am sad, it is like a psychological counselor to comfort me and persuade me; when I am happy, it looks at me with a smile, as if it is applauding me.
This is my childhood friend, a lovely friend, a good friend who is inseparable from me.
Composition 4 of My Childhood
Everyone’s childhood is interesting, and my childhood is the same, colorful, carefree, both happy and sad. Now, let me tell you an interesting childhood story!
When I was five years old, I wanted to play with a lighter, but my parents wouldn’t let me.
One day, everyone in the family went out, and only my cousin and I were at home, and the lighter was placed on the low table. I thought: This is a good opportunity, mom, dad, grandparents We were not at home, and the lighter was right in front of me, which just satisfied my wish to play with the lighter! Ask my cousin to play with me! I ran to my cousin and asked with a silly smile: "Cousin, do you want to play with something? Very Interesting!" My cousin listened and asked curiously: "What is it?" "Lighter," I said loudly. When my cousin heard this, he snickered and replied: "Great!"
The two of us ran over, took the lighter in one hand, ran back to the room, and started playing with it, not to mention how happy we were. But as I played, I got bored. I had a sudden idea: use a lighter to burn other things. In the room, the first thing we thought of was the mosquito net. We pressed the button and slowly approached the mosquito net. As soon as the fire touched the mosquito net, a small hole was instantly pierced in the mosquito net. My watch and I The brothers took turns to burn, and several holes were burned out at once. We thought about burning paper towels again. We burned almost half of a roll of paper towels. When we were tired, we stopped this "crazy" move and quietly put the lighter back in place.
After a while, grandma came back. As soon as she entered the door, she smelled a burning smell. She looked around and found that the mosquito net had several holes and half of the paper towels were missing. Grandma Suddenly, I became furious and immediately found us two naughty eggs. We had to confess honestly. After hearing this, grandma gave us a meal of "rattan fried pork".
My childhood is so interesting! Composition 5 of my childhood
Childhood is like a blue ocean, and the interesting things in childhood are like the sparkling and glorious things on the beach Eye-catching shells, I was looking for the most beautiful shells on the shore of memories, ah, I found it... I remember one time, I saw my father sleeping in bed, and a thought suddenly popped up in my little head. The "bad" idea is to draw, of course not on paper, but ----- on dad's face.
I first found paint, pens and water, then I carefully drew a big word "王" on my father's forehead, and then used earthy yellow to draw a bunch of golden colors around my father's face. stripes, this is a majestic tiger. After finishing the painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and at the same time felt sorry that my father's face was painted like this. I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily. "At that time, my father suddenly woke up and looked at his confused look. I burst out laughing. My father looked at me inexplicably. When he saw the watercolor paints and water on the floor, and my ill-intentioned smile.
He quickly ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found that his face had been painted into stripes by me, he didn’t even care about the watercolor paint on his face, so he quickly ran into the house to chase me. Me, I hurried to the kitchen and hid behind my mother. My mother didn't know what happened yet, but when she saw her father's face, she laughed too. How interesting childhood is, I like my colorful childhood! My Childhood Composition 6
Everyone has his own happy childhood, and so do I. Such as burying the little turtle, eating soap suds, etc. Which thing do you want to hear? If you don’t know, then I’ll talk about eating soap suds!
I was very naughty and curious when I was a child. I often see my father drinking beer there. Every time it is filled, there will be foam. My father will take a sip and say it is very delicious. I want to drink it every time, but my father does not agree, so I often pretend to drink beer with my father behind my parents’ back. drink.
One time, when my mother was washing clothes, I saw a lot of foam and thought it was beer, so I tricked my mother into going out. I took a cup and gently scooped a cup and drank it like my father did. When I took my first sip, I felt it was sour and not as delicious as my father said. I ran to my mother and cried loudly, saying, "Dad lied to me when he said the beer didn't taste good." My mother felt that the beer didn't taste good. She strangely said to herself: "There is no beer at home, what can she drink?" I happened to hear this sentence, I pulled my mother to the bathroom and said: "Isn't this beer?" Mom understood everything after seeing it. He hugged me and said, "My little ancestor!" But I didn't know what was going on. My mother smiled, and I laughed too!
Now that I think about it, it’s really funny, and I feel quite stupid. Friends, what do you think of me? Do you want to be friends with me? My Childhood Composition 7
Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by. Those silly and interesting things in childhood and all kinds of happiness were strung together into a sparkling necklace...
Today, that silly thing in childhood is still vivid in my mind. One day when I was four years old, my father and I went to my grandma’s house. It just so happened that the neighbor was also going out. Suddenly, the little boy next door jumped forward in three squares. Seeing how happy he was, I couldn't help but want to do the same. At this time, my father took my hand and said, "Don't imitate him! It would be strange if you don't break a bone when you jump like this!" I gave up the idea. He curled his lips and said, "I won't do such stupid things.
"
However, I still couldn't resist the temptation. In the afternoon, I walked out of the door and came downstairs to "try my skills." I jumped two squares and two squares first - it's okay! I thought: Four I must be able to jump over the squares, so let my friends come and see my "unparalleled magic"! So, I called the friends upstairs and downstairs to come. It doesn't matter if I jump two or three squares, I can jump four squares. At that time, I accidentally slipped - and two of my front teeth fell out! I fell to the ground and cried loudly.
My mother heard me and quickly helped me up and said, "Silly boy, daddy." Didn’t I tell you not to jump? ! "After listening to my mother's words, I no longer dare to jump forward in three squares.
These silly things in the past six years have become beautiful memories. My childhood composition 8
I have a happy and happy family. I was born in the beautiful and vast Canada. I love Canada, but I love China even more. When I was a baby, my parents ordered a gift for me as a souvenir. A fetal writing brush engraved with the words "Love the country, roots are in China" - this is my parents' expectations for me.
From the time I was born, my parents always said: Children are the best gifts from God. We want our babies to have a healthy and happy childhood. When I was just two years old, my mother taught me how to hold scissors and do handicrafts. My grandparents taught me how to use chopsticks and count. , recognize Chinese characters, and tell me various stories and life principles from ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign...
In Canada, my parents and I visited the Nicaragua Falls, picked up maple leaves, had snowball fights, and practiced swimming; in Japan, my mother took me I ate Japanese food, took the Shinkansen high-speed train, and visited Disneyland. After returning to China, my parents accompanied me to the Summer Palace, Old Summer Palace, Science and Technology Museum, Planetarium... countless fun places. I gradually grew up in the embrace of love. In order to learn more about the profound Chinese culture, my parents made me choose to study in the motherland since I was a child. They also returned to work in the motherland. What makes me happy is that my father and I are still "alumni"! I like Xiyuan Primary School and our teachers. I have learned a lot of cultural knowledge, ballads, ancient poems, songs, dances, etc. here. In addition to attending classes, I also compete with my classmates in rope skipping, throwing sandbags, and drawing mazes; We did daily cleaning together, and learned to help classmates and care about the collective. I love my childhood, and I love my motherland even more. My Childhood Composition 9
People often say that some childhoods are happy; People say childhood is bitter. In fact, childhood has sourness, sweetness, bitterness and joy. Let me talk about my childhood!
My childhood was very bitter. Place - Tengya New Village. You probably haven't heard of it, haha! My mother took me to tutoring since I was in second grade. The teacher was super fierce, and since I was sitting opposite her every time! When you make a mistake, you scold me - Grandma! I also know that the teacher is doing it for my own good, but I still hate him! That teacher is also my school teacher, and she always beats people up when she is angry. Me! Ninety-nine percent of the students in this school hate that teacher. The teacher herself said she should speak softly, but she didn’t speak softly. As the saying goes: “You want others to be nice.” , you have to get better yourself. "The teacher always said that we should follow her as an example, so we should follow her as an example! Haha. I still remember that every time after class, the teacher asked us to sit still for a long time, which made our feet sore to death! We all hope that that person The teacher can transfer to another school. Another thing is that the principal has nothing to do with our studies. He has always taught dancing! It doesn't matter if I am chosen by the principal to dance; it doesn't matter if I am not good at dancing and is scolded. I learned how to do it, but the principal didn’t choose me to dance on stage, but chose the younger students who had just entered.
Alas, my childhood was so miserable! What about my childhood? Composition 10 of my childhood
Childhood is like a palette, which I keep adjusting and adjusting to bring out my colorful memories: childhood is like a Rubik's Cube, which turns and turns gently. It expresses my emotions; childhood is like a cradle of memories, filled with happiness; childhood is a cup of fragrant coffee, a colorful photo album, and sweet maltose that makes people stay in the aftertaste for a long time.
< p>My childhood was carefree and happy. When I was a child, I lived in a small courtyard, where my family, two generations of my family, often gathered together. Eat.When I was two years old, I entered kindergarten. I was often praised by teachers and rewarded by the school for my hard work, but my parents were happy for my setbacks. My failed parents also gave me great encouragement. When I was disobedient, my father would criticize me severely and reason with me; when I was unhappy and crying, my mother would quietly let me sit in her arms. I cried. I didn’t understand why my father was so strict at the time, but I later understood his painstaking efforts when I grew up.
I became a first-grade primary school student, and my mother has been helping me solve my problems. , so my grades have always been among the best, and I have been praised by my teachers. I gradually learned many life experiences and understood many life principles under the guidance of my mother and teachers.
This is my childhood. , my childhood was so ordinary, it didn’t have fine clothes and food, it didn’t have cars or buildings, but it will always be my treasure.
It will encourage me when I am in difficulty and help me always maintain a childlike heart. It will be a shining stroke of my life! My Childhood Composition 11
Every child has a beautiful dream. These dreams grow with us and fill our hearts with hope forever. I also had a beautiful dream, which left an indelible mark on my childhood.
When I was a child, I often played with literacy cards. There were many pictures of Chinese tourist attractions in the cards, such as the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, the Great Wall, the Qin Terracotta Warriors... so majestic! Looking at the pictures, I imagined that I was standing in front of the Tiananmen Gate; I imagined that I had climbed the Great Wall; I imagined that I was admiring the exquisite murals of the Mogao Grottoes... how wonderful this would be! I really want to visit all the tourist attractions in China. Thus, this dream sowed seeds in my childhood.
I was amazed that the Lushan Waterfall "flows down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way has fallen into the sky", the West Lake in Hangzhou "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is better to put on heavy makeup and light makeup", and the East Lake Yue Taishan's "The top of the mountain is so high that you can see all the small mountains at a glance", that of Dongting Lake's "Looking at the color of Dongting Mountain and Water in the distance, a green snail in the silver plate", that of Mount Emei's "The half-moon in Emei Mountain, its shadow is reflected in the water of Pingqiang River", "The peak of Liupan Mountain, the red flag rolls in the west wind"; I look forward to the red vermillion Dantong of the sunset in Sanya, the winding and undulating of the Great Wall, the lifelikeness of the Qin Terracotta Warriors, the exquisiteness of the Mogao Grottoes, the cloth The breath of Dala Palace reaches the sky... I look forward to fulfilling my travel dream every day.
Finally, in the summer when I was 11 years old, my classmates and I went to Beijing, the capital, for the first time. We climbed the Badaling Great Wall and visited Tiananmen Square, the Forbidden City, Prince Gong's Mansion, Wangfujing Street, the Summer Palace, the Bird's Nest, Tsinghua University... This time, I really appreciated China's long history and the beauty of China's tourist attractions!
My travel dream is in progress. Accompanied by the dream, I am growing little by little... My Childhood Composition 12
When I was young, My parents were busy with business, so they often left me at home and asked the retired Uncle Liu next door to take care of me. Now that so many years have passed, the chess set given to me by Uncle Liu is still at home. However, due to the move, I left the original city and lost contact with Uncle Liu. But whenever I think about this also I always have mixed feelings in my heart about my childhood friend who is also my mentor.
I remember that Uncle Liu first taught me how to play chess. He had a set of ancestral jade chess hidden in his home, with a sandalwood chessboard and white jade chess pieces. When I caressed this chess set, I could always feel Until the years pass by at the fingertips. Uncle Liu not only taught me how to play chess, but also taught me many principles of life through playing chess. Whenever I think about it, I can always benefit a lot. He told me: "Life is like a game of chess. You are still young and you don't know." Whatever you will encounter in the future, you must make every choice you make at the moment and think carefully about every decision you make, so as not to regret your current choices in the future.” I was still young at that time, and I always blinked and listened to every word Uncle Liu said to me. His calm and elegant style, his cautious actions and his no-regret general style left a lasting impression on my childhood heart. Deep impression.
To this day, I have always been grateful for the opportunity to meet my childhood friend, Uncle Liu, who was both a teacher and a friend when I was most ignorant. His sincere teachings to me have made me unforgettable forever. Composition 13 of my childhood
My childhood is a string of bubbles, each bubble is a story, childhood is a string of notes, singing a happy song!
When I was young, my mother always liked to take my cousin and me to the countryside to visit my grandma. Grandma told us that she didn’t have much to play with when she was a child, she just liked playing ball. So, we also started playing. We first found a piece of land, then we found some and wandered over, and finally dug a hole.
We started to play. I crawled on the ground and traced the small hole accurately. With one flick, Liuliu couldn't help but roll forward slowly, and finally came close to the hole with a thud. When the cousin arrived, I saw that he was busy, swinging for a while, tracing accurately for a while, and after a while, he finally started to bounce, and rolled forward quickly, and it crossed the pit, haha! I won! My cousin reluctantly gave me Liu Liu.
We played another round. This time my cousin served first. He flicked his hand, rolled down and fell into the pit. I didn’t show off and fired the ball. Unexpectedly, , Yoyo was crooked, so I had to reluctantly give Yoyo to him.
The third round started. This time I flicked the yoyo in with one flick. But my cousin was not so lucky. His yoyo also bounced crookedly. I was very happy that he put it in. Yoyo gave it to me.
After a few rounds, I won a lot, but he didn’t win any. I was very proactive! I once experienced a toy that my grandma played with when she was a child, and it was very fun.
I love this game!
As if colorful colors illuminate my life! Composition of My Childhood 14
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have said goodbye to my colorful childhood, but I still remember the bright smiles of my childhood friends.
Xiao Xixi is a close friend of mine since childhood. We are inseparable all day long and can be regarded as good buddies. It was him who changed my life and brought happiness to my life.
When I was a child, I was relatively introverted and didn’t like to play around. The boring childhood life made me tired. But since I met Xiao Xixi, my perspective on life has changed greatly. . He took me to play outside and took the trouble to tell me all kinds of interesting things. It seemed that I was infected by him, and the introverted me became a lot more cheerful. It was he who let me know that life is rich and colorful. As long as I pay more attention, I will find out. Life is so wonderful.
Once, Xiao Xixi and I went fishing. By a small ditch, he took off his clothes and hat, rolled up his trouser legs, and without saying a word, he started looking for targets in the ditch. I was watching the wind. , and after a while, I caught a basket of fish. I persuaded him to leave, but he seemed not satisfied yet and regarded my words as "turning a deaf ear". It was really unpredictable. Something unexpected happened. His toe was accidentally scratched by the glass, and bright red blood kept flowing out. When I saw him like this, I broke out in a cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth. , squeezed out a painful smile, told me that he was fine, stumbled up, and walked home with difficulty. I can't imagine how he held back the pain at that time. Just a smile made all the pain go away. Buried. Indeed, people living in this world will inevitably have twists and turns and difficulties. If you can face all kinds of difficulties in life with a smile, then the pain will be halved and life will be more valuable.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by. Time flies by, but it cannot take away our strong friendship. It will become a part of my memory. Composition 15 of My Childhood
My childhood is like a beautiful string of pearl necklaces. The story of my childhood is the crystal clear pearls, so pure and flawless. When I look for the purest and most beautiful one, I always show a hint of shyness.
When I was five years old, my mother bought me a porcelain doll. I fell in love with her when I first saw her. She is so beautiful: big watery eyes, red mouth, and black hair flowing down like a waterfall. I couldn't put it down, I held her all day long, held her to eat, held her to sleep, held her to play, my friends were very envious of me.
After some days, I suddenly found that the porcelain doll was a little dirty: the black hair had more "colorful flowers", the big eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of black clouds, and the small mouth seemed to say: "Master, I'm so dirty." What should I do? I had an idea. Why don't I give the porcelain doll a bath?
Just do it. I immediately took the porcelain doll to the bathroom, put it in the basin, and then put some water in it. Then I picked up the brush and started brushing hard. But I found that the more I brushed the doll, the dirtier it became. In the end, it turned into a gray thing, and the head and body could not be distinguished. I cried sadly...
After my mother came home from get off work , saw me crying under the siege of the "bubble" in the bathroom, and anxiously asked me why. I choked with sobs and told my mother the cause and effect of the incident intermittently. After hearing this, my mother burst out laughing and said, "Silly boy, the porcelain doll is painted with paint, so of course it will fade." After I knew the truth, I burst into tears and laughed together with my mother.
Looking back now, I can’t help but laugh.
Yes, childhood stories are childish and beautiful. It is precisely because of these beautiful stories that my childhood will be colorful, and that beautiful childlike innocence will let my dreams fly. With dreams, I don’t know what to do in the long journey of life. Unconsciously growing...