Five 800-word essays on childhood for the senior year of high school
"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer loudly." Whenever the familiar song of "Childhood" sounds in my ears, When playing the melody, there is always a kind of deep melancholy and longing. Below are 800-word examples of childhood high school compositions that I collected for everyone. I hope you like them.
Childhood Essay for High School Senior 800 Words (Selected Part 1)
Speaking of childhood, everyone can think of interesting things in their childhood. But I am different from you. My childhood was a beautiful, vast, free, and fascinating universe. You might be wondering: What does your universe look like? Just listen to me slowly.
There are many beautiful planets in my universe: the bright sun, the bright moon, the shining North Star, and of course the most difficult to deal with, the black hole, the overlord of the universe. The suction force of a black hole is extremely powerful. But I was not sucked into the powerful "bottomless pit". One midterm exam, I scored over 80 points in math. When I got home, I looked at the paper dejectedly, and soon I was "flying down three thousand feet." I was about to sink to the bottom of the "black hole". I suddenly woke up and thought to myself: "What does it mean if I didn't do well in this exam? I will face many setbacks and blows in my life in the future. I must learn to be strong and climb out of failure." Get up!" So I broke free from the black hole.
The temptation of black holes is even greater. Colorful cartoon books, stimulating games, occasional lies, and mischief every time I can successfully break away from the temptation of the black hole and run on my own track.
After getting rid of the "black hole" of childhood, there are times when I am confused, but I am not afraid. There is a North Star in my universe. The North Star is Dad, guiding me in the right direction. I still remember that my father enrolled me in a Go class when I was in second grade in order to train my thinking. Because I was still young and didn’t have the willpower to persevere. After studying for less than half a year, I felt boring. No matter how my father persuaded me, I was indifferent, so I chose to give up. But my father has never given up. He often tells me some principles of life, letting me understand that no matter what a person does, he must have the spirit of perseverance and perseverance in order to finally achieve success. Now I not only insist on learning Go, but I have also been promoted from level 20 to level 10. In the universe of my childhood, I walked more firmly because of the North Star.
Of course, the most dazzling thing in my universe is the sun. Whenever I am sick, my parents' meticulous care is like sunshine, keeping me warm. In school, the teacher's care and encouragement made me have a strong interest in learning. I learned new things confidently every day, hungry and thirsty, as tireless as a bird learning to fly. My good friends always help me when I am in trouble. My childhood was illuminated by these rays of sunshine.
The universe of childhood is full of novelties and adventures. As long as my heart is pointed towards the sun, the warm sunshine will always appear.
My childhood was like this vast, beautiful, and bright universe, which allowed me to spread my wings, strengthen my confidence, be optimistic, and soar freely in the vast sky. 800-word composition for the senior year of high school in childhood (selected part 2)
When I was a child, I always had endless silly things to do and endless interesting things to tell. Among them, there is one interesting thing that I still can’t forget, and that is giving The matter of "Guida" building a "villa".
At the end of last year, I took my little cutie Guida (a turtle I raised) and my parents back to my hometown in Jiangxi to celebrate the Spring Festival. On the morning of New Year’s Eve, my father led us juniors up the mountain to visit the graves. We walked along the path, climbed a stone staircase, and arrived at the cemetery in the forest.
When we were preparing to go down the mountain after sweeping the tomb in the forest, my cousin suddenly said: "Yaqing, look at the beautiful mountains and green waters here and the charming scenery. It would be great to build a "villa" for Guida here! Like this From now on, Guida can come back to live during the Spring Festival every year.” I was very excited when I heard that, and I readily agreed.
Just do it, we will start taking action after the adults leave. We first found a kind of plant pole that we were not famous for to make the frame of the villa because they are tough and strong. We broke it into many parts, first inserted four poles of the same length into the ground to form four pillars, and then found some long grass and tied the remaining ones into a net shape and fixed it on the four sides. On the pillars, the roof frame is ready! We then find some large leaves and cover them on the frame one by one, and the villa roof is ready. Then we found some larger stones and piled them in the gaps between the four pillars, and then dug some moss and stuffed them into the gaps between the stones. In a blink of an eye, the turtle-sized "villa" was ready. "Haha - it's really good! It's a pity that it's a little small." My cousin said happily. I happily agreed: "Yes, yes! It's just a little small." Suddenly I had a new idea - to build a "path" and a "lawn" at the entrance of the turtle-sized villa. My cousin and I found a lot of big stones to build a path... It wasn't until we started mowing the lawn that my aunt came up and asked us to go to dinner, and we reluctantly left. On the way, my cousin and I also agreed to find time to come back and finish the work.
A few days later, I had the opportunity to come here again to continue building a villa for Guida.
I took my cousin's hand and ran quickly to the mountain to repair the damage and continue the work. While working, my aunt found two more "little helpers": my two cousins. They found a lot of small stones, which saved us a lot of time... Soon, the "path" and "lawn" were finally completed. I put Guida at the door of the villa and said to him: "Guida, your villa is ready. Come in and have a look." Unexpectedly, Guida was unwilling to go in and take a look. Instead, he went to sleep on the "lawn" , made us laugh. It turns out that there are two or three layers of moss on the "lawn". The moss is like a "quilt" for him. It is very comfortable to sleep in it...
Before going back to Shenzhen, my cousin and I still took it with us. Guida went to the mountain to tidy up his villa, and brought his iPad to take photos of the "villa". This way, when he returns to his hometown next year, he can check the photos to see what changes have been made.
This is the turtle-sized "villa" in the mountains. This is one of the fun childhood stories that I will never forget. 800-word essay on childhood in senior high school (selected part 3)
Childhood is like a condiment plate. It is adjusted and adjusted to create sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty! Let’s take a look at what flavors I have mixed up in my condiment plate!
When I was three years old, my grandmother cooked spicy tofu and stir-fried spicy pork to entertain guests. Seeing the fragrant spicy meat coming out of the pot, and seeing my grandma and the others eating it with gusto, I couldn't help but salivate! I forgot my mother's request that I couldn't eat too spicy food and went to beg my grandma. Grandma said, "You are too young now. Eating too spicy food is not good for your stomach. You will get sick. You can't eat it." I went to beg my mother again, and my mother said: " Grandma is right, you can't eat something so spicy. I'll help you make your favorite fried meatballs tonight!" I had no choice but to walk away aggrievedly. After the guests left, mother and the others went to the fields to pick vegetables. I thought to myself: I am the only one at home, God help me, it is a good time for me to "commit a crime", haha! I took a small bowl and put a piece of spicy tofu and a few slices of spicy meat. Smelling the fragrant spicy meat, I was worried that my mother and the others would come back soon, so I picked up the spicy meat and ate it quickly. By the time I felt it was spicy, I had already eaten several mouthfuls, and tears were streaming down my face. At this moment, my mother and the others came back. Seeing me like this, they couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “My dear, don’t tell me.” You have to eat what you want, okay, now you know how powerful it is, quickly come and drink some cold water to rinse your mouth.” I will laugh out loud when I think about this now.
When I was five years old, my father was raising bamboo civets at home. One day when my mother was not at home, my father went to help the bamboo civets clean the house. He was afraid that I would not be safe at home alone, so he took me to the bamboo civet shed. inside. Before my dad cleaned the house, he told me: "Just look aside and don't catch the bamboo civet, it will bite you, you know?" "Yeah"! I looked around and saw the little bamboo civet was fluffy and round. They are very cute, so I am not afraid of them anymore. I looked at the pond where the bamboo civets were kept and found that there was a small hole underneath. I thought that the bamboo civets are so cute, they shouldn't bite people! Thinking of this, I stretched my fingers out of the small hole to play with them. I was bitten by the bamboo civet with a "squeak" sound. It was very painful and bleeding. I was afraid that my father would find out and scold me for being ignorant, so I pressed it with another finger. It wasn't until my mother came back that she discovered my secret! After my mother scolded my father, she turned to me and said with a smile: "Are you still a child if you don't tell me that you are injured?" My father was still smiling next to him with his lips pursed! It makes me so embarrassed!
I grew up in the mountains with my parents. It can be said that mountains are my friends, water is my partner, flowers, plants, stones, and wooden sticks are all my toys, although I also have a Barbie doll. toys, but being with nature makes me feel closer! There is happiness and sadness, happiness and sadness, this is my childhood! I love my unique childhood! 800-word essay on childhood for senior high school students (selected articles 4)
Childhood is a thing worth remembering. Many things may happen to you in your childhood, but many times you will forget them.
My childhood was happy and happy.
I remember when I was a child, I often asked my parents to hold my hands and let my parents stand next to the stairs. As for me, I flew happily on the slide in the middle of the stairs relying on my parents’ strength... Damn it, kid, slow down! Be careful! Don't be careless, what if you hurt the child? I know, you are not yet... And I am smiling happily next to you. To this day, when I see the slide there, I get a sore nose and cry without even realizing it. When I went home one day, I talked to my classmates about my happy childhood. I thought of the slide in my mind, and tears filled my eyes. My classmates asked me: "What's wrong?" I said: Oh, it's okay, it's just too windy and sandy. "It's big." However, the wind was very small that day. It seemed that God would not give me face and would not let me lie!
The slide, riding my age, slid down and came to the second Third grade. At this time, my childhood was boring
I was always so lonely when I went from home to school, and when I came home from school, my parents were busy with their own things, and I was still 3:1 Apart from playing games with my classmates and having fun occasionally, during this period, I was suddenly trapped in the hospital due to a serious illness - lymphadenitis. A bottle of drip, time slips away little by little.
In a twinkling of an eye, the promotion exam came. My mother specially brought books and gave me homework. I listened attentively on the hospital bed, treating the disease and studying at the same time. It's almost done, the exam is coming. My mother insisted that I come to school to review. This year, I did not give up and was promoted to the third grade as a straight-A student.
In this way, this disease took me through the second grade, and the third grade passed by in the blink of an eye. Those who greeted me were the fourth and fifth grade students, so they were seniors. I really wished that I could reach the senior grade as soon as possible so that I could be called a big brother or a big sister. Then, my childhood was bitter
Homework became more and more every day; knowledge became more and more difficult every day; exams became closer and closer every day; games became less and less every day...Dad did not have a day When I come back, I am always confused by my homework; I am always working hard; I am always piled in homework. The homework is like a hill, more like a light rainy day, it stretches on and on, and when it is finished, it comes again. There is less and less time to play, and there are more and more competitions to participate in.
My childhood was happy, boring, and bitter. It is like a book, but it is richer than a book and has something worth thinking about. 800-word composition for senior high school students on childhood (5 selected articles)
Childhood is a stream, pure and fast, childhood is a paintbrush, beautiful and magical, childhood is a painting, deep and Mysterious, my childhood is like a small box filled with many secrets and stories that belong to me.
It was winter, and I returned to my hometown as in previous years. The mountains had already been covered with snow, and the snow covered everything. The naughty snow elves covered everything with a thick layer of cotton. The whole world is full of mystery and unknown. The snow is falling heavily in the sky, and the biting wind blows across my cheek, which hurts like a knife scratching my cheek. On such a cold day, I actually still have the urge to play in my heart. With my parents' permission, they let me out of the house very uneasily.
When they came to a wheat field, they had already been bent down by the heavy snow, and the cold wind blew wildly, causing them to swing from side to side. In front of them was a river, which had long been frozen into a glacial lake. I wanted to play on it for a while, but as soon as I took one foot out, I suddenly remembered that my father had told me not to go near the river, otherwise I might fall. But the devil in my heart said: "Hey, it won't matter if you play for a while. Come on, it's very interesting." So I walked onto the "skating rink" calmly. On the "skating rink", I He is a dancer, taking brisk steps, and like a bird, waving his weak wings.
When I was having fun, a sudden "click, click" sound came to my ears. I immediately stopped and thought: Could it be that the ice has cracked? How is it possible. After a while, I realized that something was wrong. It couldn’t really crack. If it cracked, would I fall? If I fell, would I freeze to death or drown? I was too scared to move forward, and crystal tears flowed from my eyes, dripping on the ice. I was afraid of melting the ice, so I wiped away my tears. Accepting the worst possible outcome I was done.
Just when I felt helpless, I heard a burst of laughter. No matter how dangerous it was, I kept walking forward to see who was laughing. When we got to the shore, it turned out to be my good friends. They were holding egg shells to scare me. Then I looked at the ice surface, which was intact. They laughed and I giggled along with them. It feels ridiculous to think about it now.
When I was a child, I made many unforgivable but always forgiven mistakes, incomprehensible but always understood mistakes, did many ridiculous stupid things, and had many bizarre thoughts and wishes. Let childhood become a colorful dream.
In short, there are too many things worth remembering in my childhood. They are like a cup of sweet clear spring, which makes me fascinated. My childhood was happy and joyful.