The fifth grade childhood composition article 1 "childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; Childhood stories are piled up. "This song is my father's favorite. Whenever this music plays, my father can't help but recall his childhood life that can't be erased from his memory. Now, I feel different when I walk into my father's childhood story. Father's childhood is happy. Dad told me that when he was very young, one summer came and he privately asked his friends to catch small fish and crabs and swim in the river. Whenever grandpa comes to visit the river, his friends dive into the water, but in the end they can't hold their breath and start spitting bubbles. Grandpa looked intently, plopped into the water and picked up his father's waist. After he grabbed it on the shore, he grabbed his father's ear and made him cry in pain. Then grandpa glared and shouted "Go home!" Dad followed in dismay.
Dad's childhood was very difficult. Dad told me that when he was very young, his life was very poor. Meat and fruit are delicious in dreams, and only rich children can eat them. Every time I see someone eating, my mouth water. Sometimes I am really greedy, so I secretly climb over the high wall and pick two pears in someone else's yard to eat. I don't want to be found by the owner's house. The master copied the guy while chasing and cursing. At this time, dad ran as fast as he could ... leaving only the owner behind to curse, "This guy who got a thousand knives will break your dog's leg next time." I asked my father, "Nothing-if you run fast, will you still steal?" "Steal", dad paused, and then said, "Steal, how can you buy fruit without stealing!" I stole the fruit again and was about to be caught by the fruit farmer. Dad had a brainwave and threw the fruit at the fruit farmer. The fruit grower panicked, picked it up, didn't follow, and broke it all over the floor. I saw the fruit farmer crouching down to pick up the fruit, rubbing the sand on it with his sleeves and muttering, "What a good fruit! It's too useless to sell. " Afterwards, my father realized that it was my uncle's fruit that was "stolen", and my aunt's illness depended on selling fruit to see a doctor. Since then, no matter how hungry my father was, he never took a stitch or thread from others. Dad's childhood was full of creativity. Dad told me that all the toys were made by himself when he was a child. All of their boys share the same ideal of becoming a soldier. Soldiers have guns, so they go up the mountain to cut wood. When chopping wood, cut bamboo for guns, pick wild fruits for bullets, and then divide into two teams for guerrilla warfare. Whoever has more prisoners of war wins, and the loser is responsible for moving the other party's wood down the mountain. Sometimes, they find it difficult to go downhill and do skateboarding by themselves. Cut down the big log, bind it with vines and grass, then bind the firewood tightly and push it down the mountain. Often people have not reached the mountain, and firewood has already arrived at the destination.
Dad's childhood was hard and self-reliant, self-reliant and enterprising. He is learning and growing through constant accumulation and progress. Same childhood, different stories. In those colorful years, many things happened. Although they are not as bright as stars, they have influenced generations as brightly as gems.
Interesting Childhood Everyone has a wonderful childhood of their own, and I am no exception. My childhood is a string of colorful pearls, full of innocence and childlike interest.
When I was a child, I was very naughty and liked small animals very much. I remember one day, I saw a black and white kitten in the hands of a neighbor's child who was similar to me. It looks cute. I envy it and want to have a kitten. So I hurried home and said to my grandfather in a pleading tone, "Grandfather with great compassion, buy me a kitten, too." I didn't expect my grandfather, who has always been obedient to me, to flatly refuse me. I had no choice but to go downstairs and play with the kitten all morning.
I went home at noon and ate a big plate of jiaozi, which made me burp. I saw grandpa taking a lunch break in my spare time. I had a brainwave. "Since you won't buy me a kitten, I'll draw one!" So I took out my crayon, sneaked into grandpa's room and drew a "cat face" on his face. A few beards, dark eyes, a few beautiful plum blossoms that only bloom in winter, a small and exquisite, black and shiny nose ... I want to laugh while painting, and my hands are shaking all the time. Soon I will paint grandpa's face as a cute kitten! "Haha, I have a kitten, meow!" I thought happily to myself. At this time, grandpa was still snoring and sleeping soundly, unaware of it. After a long time, grandpa finally woke up with confused eyes and came to the living room. When he saw grandpa's appearance, grandma and mom froze and burst out laughing. Only grandpa Zhang and two monks don't understand. Finally, my mother said, "Your face was painted as a cat's face by Yu Yu." Grandpa hurried to the bathroom, and then grandpa's laughter came from the bathroom.
Now, I will never be as naughty as before, but I miss my childhood very much, because there are fewer and fewer carefree days!
Childhood is so interesting and beautiful, unforgettable!
My childhood was like a dream, which made me extremely happy. My childhood was like a bird flying in the sky. Freedom, in childhood, I have my innocence, cuteness, naughty, happiness, loss, and my stupidity.
It was one night. I stood on the balcony and counted the stars. I want to sleep. I went downstairs to have a look. Suddenly, my drowsiness disappeared. I jumped downstairs because I saw a moon in the pool downstairs. I looked at the moon in the pool and then at the moon in the sky. I thought: The moon in the pool must be fake. I want to take it back as a fake and hand it over to the police uncle. So I jumped into the water. As soon as I jumped in, my clothes got wet and I sneezed from time to time. My father, who just got back from work, saw me like this, and quickly ran over and carried me out.
"Why are you playing in it? You will catch a cold. " Dad said anxiously. "Don't play like this in the future."
"Dad, don't you know?" I said, "The moon is fake. I want it back."
Dad leaned over and said with a smile, "silly boy!" " "
I asked inexplicably, "Why do you call me stupid?"
After dad told me, we went back.
That kind of childhood, so naive, lovely and silly, is really hard to forget!
Grade 5: Xiong Zuping
Fifth grade childhood composition 4 childhood is as sweet as candy; Childhood is bitter, just like a sad tear in your mouth; Childhood, like a bird flying in the blue sky, has freedom; Childhood, like ...
The childhood I spent was sweet, happy and happy. That morning, I was walking and found a button. Later, I asked many classmates and finally found the owner of the button. This event is extremely unforgettable for me. At noon that day, the teacher asked us to write a proposition composition "An Unforgettable Event". I was very confident and immediately wrote an article about buttons ... Soon, my composition was read as a model essay in class. I was surprised, happy and very happy ... Later, my composition was published in the newspaper Colorful Campus. At that time, I was so happy that I finally understood a truth: writing should be true, and I should write my inner feelings and experiences. An extremely simple thing can also be written into a composition, which can be wonderful. When I got home, I told everyone at home over and over again. If someone doesn't believe me, I take out the newspaper and let them open their eyes ... Every time I hear the praise from my family, my heart is as sweet as honey. I can't remember how many times I've said it. Every time I see an acquaintance, I can't help feeling happy. I always come forward to mention it. That composition is the most unforgettable in my childhood, and I will always remember this happy moment! I will try my best to go forward bravely and "attack" the composition again!
Childhood is sweet, bitter, free, happy and unforgettable ... We are in childhood now, so let's cherish this lost time!
Everyone has a childhood, and the interesting things of childhood are like all kinds of shells on the seashore, which are accompanied by the colorful brilliance of the sea. I grew from a tender seedling to a strong seedling, from childish to mature. Childhood fun seems to be engraved in my mind and can't be erased. Every time I think of them, I can't help laughing. There's one thing I can't forget.
One Sunday in the second grade, I got together with some close friends to talk about the future. I asked, "What is your dream?"
"My dream is to be an artist!" Blue Ocean said.
"Why?"
"Because what you draw can decorate everything."
"My dream is to be a martial arts teacher, because it can continue to spread China martial arts." Xiao Yan said.
"Then what is your dream?" Tingting asked.
"I, my dream is to be a music teacher."
"Why?"
"Because music can make people intoxicated and feel comfortable." I said with confidence.
"In fact, we are like a boat, carrying our dreams and sailing hard."
"yes! We must fight for our dreams! "
Open your innocent childlike innocence and let the breeze blow your face. Then, I heard a few happy laughter, which was so simple, echoing in the air, echoing. ...
Time flies, time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the golden childhood passed away like a beautiful dream. It's unforgettable, it's unforgettable!
When people are young, they all have the same crazy dreams. Some people dream of becoming brave soldiers; Some people dream of becoming an elegant princess; Others dream of being an omnipotent fairy … I am no exception. My childhood dream was to be a magician. Is it funny? But for me, this is a must!
I often think of myself as a magical exorcist. I can play with a stick as a wand. I'm holding a wand, my feet are jumping around, my hands are waving around, and I'm still chanting some spells that I don't even understand. Do you know what I'm doing? Haha, at that time I was casting a spell of "happiness and well-being" on ordinary people!
I remember one time, I was watching "",and when I changed, I also learned to change. Turn, turn, jump, jump ...
When I was addicted to this dance step, I broke my fantasy with a bang and hit my head on the door! I rubbed my head and thought, hee hee, I am really good. I can bump my head when I change my body! Ouch! The TV is on! I continued to indulge in fantasy, completely forgetting that I hit my head!
When I grow up, I will never fantasize about such wild things again, because it has been regarded as childish behavior by me.
But fantasy these things perfectly show the justice and beauty of children when they were young, because no child will like those villains, and the role of justice is always the best in children's hearts! Childhood is the purest and most sincere time for people, and it is also the most innocent time for the heart!
The fifth grade 7 childhood is like a long and short journey, and it has quietly passed away in a trance. But the ups and downs of the world that it brought me to appreciate made us linger. There is sweetness in reading in "sweetness". Gorky once said, "Books are the ladder of human progress". As a child, I am very worried.
The earliest intimate contact between me and the newspaper was when my mother bought me a series of Qiao Hu CDs when I was four or five years old. There are some story books attached to it, from which I realized the taste of reading and knew the infinite fun that stories bring to people. When I arrived at the kindergarten teacher's class, I began to read some phonetic books, and I was often immersed in them and couldn't extricate myself. Because of this, it almost led to a "lost child case"!
Once, I was addicted to reading. I am "stationed" alone in the corner of the library area, like a soldier guarding the frontier, and I will never return the book until I finish reading it. Because I was too serious, I forgot to eat lunch. Maybe I forgot to eat and sleep. But the kindergarten teacher found that I didn't have lunch with my classmates and didn't see me around the canteen, which really worried her! Under the cover of books, I am deeply hidden. Who would have thought that this child who is still in kindergarten would "lurk" in the library area at noon? Later, the teacher kept looking and looking, but she couldn't find me. She had to call my parents in despair. It was not until grandpa who watered the flowers outside the door found a small figure on the edge of the curtain that everyone realized that I was not eating bread, but "eating books"! Later, a classmate told me, "If that uncle doesn't call you, the teacher will call the police!" " "I'm so happy to hear that. It's hard to imagine that the police uncle captured my scene because I was too addicted to reading.
I grew up and went to primary school. Short story books can't satisfy my extensive reading, so I began to read some newspapers, such as King of Intelligence, Animal World, Exploring Nature, Children's Story Painting and so on. Because these books are really interesting, I naturally want to read them. My reading ability has improved, but many embarrassing things have happened.
I remember once at school, I was watching a strange theft of insect fossils in Little Sherlock Holmes: in the Potter Museum, it was really an eye-opener because there were many rare insect specimens here. Joe took a magnifying glass and saw strange insect fossils ... Just as I was wandering in the magical Potter Museum, a voice came from my ear: "Christine, come out and play together!" It turned out that a classmate suddenly called me. "Oh ..." I answered softly. One minute, two minutes ... more than ten minutes later, I was still immersed in the sea of books. My classmate called me again. As soon as he entered the classroom, he saw that I was still reading eagerly, as if nothing had happened. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Oh, what a nerd."
Another time, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and I, a bookworm, was still reading "Pupils' Time" with relish, with no intention of letting go. Naturally, my mother kept urging me to "put down the book and go to bed quickly". I don't know how many times my mother said this sentence, but I still watched it like no one was watching. Mother was impatient, so she turned off the light and slammed the door. I was shocked, but I was still thinking about the story in the book, so I turned on the light again and continued reading. But never expected, mantis catches cicada, yellowbird is behind, after a while, my mother came in and took a look, and found that I was still reading with the light on. I don't know what to do with you! "My mother was so angry that I didn't know what to say. Finally, I unplugged the socket of the desk lamp, and I ended this reading trip.
I did a lot of stupid things and interesting things when I was a child, which will be the mark of my growth. Thank the old man for giving us a colorful childhood, and thank the books for making us knowledgeable and providing us with another colorful world. To enter the third year of high school, you should work hard. The world is so big and there are so many newspapers and periodicals. I want to have a look.
Grandma said, I still remember when you were less than one year old, when you were learning to walk, you staggered like a drunken stork in a cartoon.
I said, I remember your fluttering white hair, kind smile and beautiful nursery rhymes at the cradle, where there are the most beautiful legends and dreams in my hometown.
Dad said, I still remember the first time I sent you to kindergarten. You are like a mimosa with dew, making a loud noise in the cry of "I want to go home";
I said, I remember your warm embrace, reluctant eyes and your thumbs-up every day, encouraging me to be a strong and confident little hero.
The teacher said, I still remember you skipping into the campus. The golden sun shone on your smiling face, and you were a happy and beautiful elf like a sunflower.
I said, I remember the first word you taught me to write, the first song you sang, and the way we were intoxicated with knowledge when reciting poems together.
In the arms of childhood, we are like buds and buds in spring, and we can feel deep affection every day and every move; My happy growth is inseparable from Nanchang, a magical and beautiful land. It is the massiness of my hometown that moistens my life and gives me wisdom and spirituality that has been passed down for thousands of years.
In deep affection, childhood is full of longing, and dreams begin to shine; I know what responsibility, dedication and responsibility are. I know I have to fly high even against the wind. I know that only love is the best belief. I have learned to love my parents, teachers and classmates, and my motherland and hometown!
At this moment, I really want to say to my friends: Come on, let's remember this little bit of love and growth with our clear eyes when we first met; Let's light the ideal torch with love and wisdom and leave a long way in the long voyage!
Childhood is like a string of beautiful pearls, and the interesting things in childhood make this string of pearls more dazzling. Just let me choose a big round one to make you laugh!
I remember when I was 6 years old, I saw my mother's cooking was fragrant and crisp, and I wanted to be a little chef like my mother. Mom knows what I think and readily agrees!
The first dish I cooked that day was "cold cucumber". I patted the cucumber with a kitchen knife first. That guy is really heavy. It's hard for me to pick it up. I carefully put the knife in front of the cucumber. "Pa", a hard beat, the kitchen knife smashed the tender cucumber to pieces. I cut the cucumber into small pieces with a knife, happily put the cucumber on the plate, took out the seasoning and sprinkled it carefully like my mother, for fear that the mixed food would not taste good. After a while, the food was ready. After my mother tasted a piece of cucumber, she said to me, "My son is great. Cold cucumber is delicious! " It's just that the salt is a little less and the taste is a little weak. "After listening to my mother's words, I was both happy and puzzled: What is salt? How to put more, light dishes will be sweet and delicious, isn't it a magical "powder" ...
So I thought about the answer to this question in front of the little chef. Finally, one day, I woke up from my dream and naively thought that salt was equal to the "essence" of food! With it, food will be sweet and delicious, with less salt and more salt! After reaching this conclusion, I jumped around happily, looking forward to coming to my mother early tomorrow to see how great her son is! But I can't let my mother know the secret. If my mother knew, her cooking would be as delicious as mine.