The blue dream sleeps in a quietly passing car.

The beautiful child got lost in the path.

This is an eternal and beautiful life.

No tears, no sadness.

-Wang Feng's Fireworks

I haven't touched this term for a long time, childhood.

Such an era of white and green. Perseveringly believe that tomato sauce dyed the sunset red; Under the old willow tree in Croknack, there lived a grandmother who could tell stories. Dolls will dance by themselves when no one is around; Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet in the sky every year. Grandma also said that if a grain of rice falls to the ground, the wolf will eat you in the middle of the night, and the dragon king who plays with the dough will come down to take you away. Therefore, we are always careful when eating. When adults wrapped jiaozi, they watched eagerly but never dared to take away the clean dough. They just expect the dumpling skin to fall to the ground and then pick it up with joy. They will also remember to run out and expose the dirty place to the sky, tell the dragon king that I am a good boy, and then play it from white to black.

Childhood dreams are always full of colorful colors, including the dreams of the Monkey King and Donald Duck-by the way, at that time, it was also called a robot cat, blue and round, with a big mouth when laughing and silly eyes when crying. That was my favorite cartoon in my childhood. Every afternoon at six o'clock, it's robot cat time that no one bothers, and CCTV seems to suddenly shine. The opening song of children's voice is so beautiful. It flies around in that song, with a small propeller on its head and a clear light ice blue sky in the background, which makes people want to laugh. At that time, there was always a drawer in the room, waiting for Doraemon to come inadvertently one day. No matter how careless you are, you will remember to open the drawer slightly when you sleep. Its head is so big that it hurts when you hit it.

Until now, when I close my eyes, I always feel that the sunshine at that time spread in the air, lazy but warm, wrapped me like syrup, and the whole person was brittle. When I take a bite, it sounds squeaky and smells heartbreaking. ...

When I was a child, my playmate was a girl named Xiaoman, with big and round eyes, slightly raised eyebrows, curly hair and a love of playing-this is quite right with me. At that time, the most played and equally popular game was probably house playing. We call it "cooking every house". At that time, we had a place that other children envied-her grandmother's vegetable garden. It is a garden full of green, wild flowers and weeds. Fold off a leaf and a rhizome, and milky juice will flow out from it. We treat it as milk and collect it carefully, but often we can't even collect a plastic bottle bottom, so we have to give up. In a corner of the vegetable garden, there is a pile of bricks left by grandma when she built the carport. That's our baby. Scrape bricks with sharp stones, collect red crumbs falling from them, and then soak them all in water to make red liquid. This is our "juice". After the rain, the flowers are in full bloom. We carefully pick the petals, carefully cut them into pieces of equal size with a knife, and add water to make the petal soup. At that time, we will ask grandma to give us a small spoon, and then feed it to the doll bite by bite-the doll is regarded as a princess by us, so we should be very careful when feeding it.

How many beautiful afternoons were spent in such bright green. At that time, it seemed that there would always be an inexhaustible sun shining, shining, bright and full of energy everywhere. It's really simple and shallow happiness. Rain is as wet as wind. Never forget, never forget.

Childhood books are always magical and imposing. The wolf will pretend to be sick, the tiger will play down a peg or two, the eaten lamb will be rescued from the belly of the black bear by the hunter, and Little Red Riding Hood will always be the winner. Because you are young, everything is brand new. Fairy tales of Snow White and Cinderella, stories of Mother Sheep and Rabbit. Watch it once, watch it twice, and you can never get tired of it. The end of things is always "everyone lives happily ever after", which makes people's mouth rise. I always liked Clamp at that time, so I firmly believe that when I find a four-leaf clover, I will be happy. Childhood books are the most colorful. The world shrinks into a piece of paper, with endless sweet secrets and heavy fragrance, wrapping the fallen people; Above is the wind blowing from the high sky, which has become the softest whisper when landing. It says that we can embrace each other across the world and tell our worries when we grow up. The invisible angel took away this little thought and blossomed everywhere all the time. This is the ordinary joy. -I believe that in this "ordinary", there is the deepest truth in life. Birds sing in the wind, flowers shine in the snow, and beautiful children have a quiet dream. Such an auspicious and stable dream needs to be believed and appreciated.

Childhood is really like this. Lying on the roof, the big man's cloud ate the little man's cloud; On the frolicking grass, crickets in summer are flapping their wings vigorously, which is a beautiful ballad; Little Square, which fought in the mud, has been paved with beautiful and hard tiles, but at that time it was full of green joy, or it was quietly issued from the depths of the earth's crust; In front of the demolished kindergarten, grandma's trolley full of popsicles still appears day after day, from which you can still find the familiar kind smile; In the sunset, there will be children who are sketched thin. They understand that delaying the setting of the sun is to let them go home in the light; Fairy tales tell every child without exception that the world is a happy paradise; The cartoon continues. Trees will be green every year like last year. Children will sing "Remember when I was a child, you loved to chat and I loved to laugh". There are flowers in spring, rain in summer, leaves in autumn and snow in winter.

Life, how beautiful.

And those good days, those good people, those non-stop jointing growth, have all passed. Because we can no longer spread our hair like deep grass and deep trees; Can't be moved by countless simple pleasures, but stop running; Can no longer "cry and forget"; You can't imagine flying into the sky in the ripples of a swing. Although we love the mellow and warm world, no one can live on the Neverland forever like Peter Pan. Behind us, there is already a ghost of reality. As we all know, people don't know where they are, but the green waves still flow eastward.

(2) Story writing in childhood.

Girls are suitable for:

Candy house

There is a fairy tale kingdom in a faraway place, and its residents are very strange: the wolf is the star here, with three little pigs starring him ... the little pig is his partner! Snow White's Palace, Cinderella's House, Flower Fairy's Cabin. ...

Suddenly, just visiting brought the candy house to the human world.

The door of this candy house is chocolate. Dark chocolate won't melt at such a high temperature, but it still glows. Cookies build roofs and sweets decorate huts. In a short time, there were children around, and some even climbed up boldly and ate the delicious food in the hut.

At this moment, the door opened and an old witch came out, wearing a robe and leaning on a cane. She said angrily, "Go away, who let you eat my house!" " "On hearing the reprimand, the children dispersed.

A little girl saw a little girl mopping the floor through the window made of sugar, and said with tears in her eyes, "Brother, where are you?" ! ! "This girl is Gleiter. Her brother is looking for her everywhere.

Xiao Ye, a little girl, is very pitiful to Gleiter. Help her find her brother in the morning and come and chat with her at night. So after a month, there is still no news, but Gleiter seems to have lost patience. He often loses his temper with the little girl, scaring Xiao Ye into silence and even rejecting her "thousands of miles away" ...

Once, Xiao Ye was walking on the road, thinking with his head down. As she walked, she was thinking in her mind, "What should I do?" Suddenly, a voice came: "Miss, do you know Gleiter? Is the candy house there? How to get there? " He asked three questions in one breath. Xiao Ye looked up at the strange boy in front of him. He is wearing a feathered hat and the same clothes as Gleiter. "Oh, you are her brother! I know her, come with me! " Xiao Ye said excitedly. At this point, the excitement filled their hearts.

"Gleiter, Gleiter! ! ! "Xiao Ye knocked on the door and shouted. At this time, they came back. It turns out that Gleiter and her brother are the grandsons and granddaughters of the old witch. The other day, the old witch was still sad! Now, she said happily, "We are going to open a candy store. Welcome back, son! " "

Soon, the happy candy house opened here, and the old witch was very happy, because now not only her grandchildren call her "grandma", but all the children in the village are calling her "grandma". It is conceivable that the Happy Candy House is so popular!

Boys are suitable for:

The king of the forest

One day, the lion went to the lake to drink water, and when he saw his old face, he couldn't help sighing: "Alas. I, the king of the forest, it's time to change. " The lion said.

The next day, the lion told everyone that "all animals take turns to be the king of the forest, and each animal lasts for ten days." Let those who do well do it. "Cheers rang out from below.

The first one is a tiger. The tiger ordered, "Any animal must bark day and night like a tiger." Ten days passed and the animals were hoarse.

The second mouse, it ordered: "From today on, every animal can only live in a hole and steal something to eat at night." Ten days later, the animals' dark circles came out.

The third is the Kangaroo Party. It immediately ordered, "Every animal jumps and walks like me." Ten days passed quickly and the animals were exhausted.

The fourth is a little bird when. Animals all want to: will they fly in the sky and live in a bird's nest every day? The bird said, "Every animal lives its own life." Cheers rang out below. The lion said, "Without wheels, birds are the king of the forest!" " "

Rats, tigers and kangaroos are not reconciled. The mice shouted, "why can birds be the king of the forest?" We have many advantages! " The tiger and kangaroo also said, "Yes, yes." "We have many advantages," said the lion. Don't you think animals are happy? "The mouse stammered," this, this is not our fault, but they are so stupid! "The bird retorted," It's not that they are stupid, but that you are hateful. Every animal has its own life. For example, swallows don't go to cold places, but polar bears like cold places! " Animals also booed: "That is, it is absolutely right to choose a bird as the king of the forest!" " Finally, the bird became the king of the forest. . . .

When I was young, my mother told me how to write a story composition.

[composition listening to my mother telling stories about my childhood] My mother often said that my childhood stories were funny and I did something that made my family laugh and cry. I heard my mother tell the story of my childhood. One sunny afternoon, my mother and I were at home. After a while, my mother came up to me and said softly, Daughter, my mother told you an interesting story when I was a child. At that time, you were only three or four years old, and an interesting thing happened in your grandmother's house about your childhood. Your grandfather made a bottle of yellow wine and put it in a coke bottle. You just walked into the room, and soon, you saw a bottle of Coca-Cola in a corner of the living room. You immediately picked up Coca-Cola and took a few sips. Later, you drank it and felt something was wrong, so you stopped and cried: Ah! Why ... bitter and sweet? What the hell is this? Your grandfather saw it, walked up to you and said kindly, silly boy, this is yellow wine, not coke. You can't drink it. Just smiled and said to grandpa: grandpa, I just thought this bottle of yellow wine was coke! So I took a few sips. Your words made your grandparents laugh on the spot. Through my mother's story about my childhood, I learned that I was really funny and cute when I was a child. Grade 5 of Shi Lan Primary School, Chancheng District, Foshan City, Guangdong Province: Yu Lirong

(4) Ask the composition of my childhood experience.

Childhood memories are like pearls in a treasure box, so beautiful, the biggest, brightest and most beautiful pearls are still fresh in my memory. I blush every time I think about it, because it is a very embarrassing thing. I went to my grandmother's house in the country for a holiday in kindergarten that year. I hate driving and want to fly. The scenery on the road is really beautiful. Rape flowers are golden, just like little Huang Die stopping on them. The air in the city is as fresh as a few rains. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I saw a lot of chickens and my heart moved. A plane? That is, people can fly by sitting on it. So I pay attention to chickens every day. The chicken seems to see my hostile eyes and run away. I want to fly "chicken", but I have been suffering from no chance. Until one day, grandma went out for a while and left me alone at home. I am very happy: I finally have a chance to fly the chicken. I have been waiting for a long time! As soon as grandma left, I ran into the yard, climbed onto the chicken's back with great effort and shouted, "fly, fly!" " "Soon, I was dumped by a chicken. The chicken seemed to panic and cry, but I managed to sit on the chicken and it fell softly. Seeing the chicken like this, I burst into tears. The pain of wrestling just now, accompanied by my "chicken" grandmother who can't cry, came back. When she saw me crying, she quickly comforted me. When she saw the chicken lying on the ground, she was very surprised and asked me what was going on. I told her off and on that I wanted to release a chicken. Grandma laughed and cried, so she had to say, "It's a plane, not a chicken. "This is just an embarrassing incident, and I will never forget it. My face is red again. |||

When I was a child, I heard my father tell the story of going to the grave in the past.

My father used to live in the countryside, and my grandfather drew a circle for him just like the Monkey King, so that he could only play near several neighbors' houses and could not go anywhere else. Going to the grave is like going hiking for him. Every time I go to the grave, I go happily and come back happily. My great-grandfather's grave used to be on a mountain near Tianducheng. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, as soon as the sun comes out in the morning, my father will ride that old bike and follow my grandfather to the grave. Every time I go, they put away the tributes first, and then light candles and incense to pay homage to my great-grandfather. Next, they will sit on the rocks and eat these tributes while listening to grandpa's story. In addition to the Qingming dumplings made by myself, the sugarcane I planted, the salted duck eggs that I usually can't bear to eat, boiled broad beans and a pot of yellow wine. This is their lunch. After eating, they will pick up pieces of stones and put them in front of grandpa's grave. Dad said he was repairing a grave that had been washed away by rain for a year. Then new soil will be covered on the mound. After finishing these activities, my father will go to the mountains to look for azaleas, and one of the collected azaleas will be left on the mound as a souvenir. Other azaleas will be taken home by dad, half of them will be put in bottles on the stove, and the rest will be taken by dad to show off among friends. They will share azaleas and eat them. According to my father, azaleas taste sweet. Dad said here, swallowed and burst out laughing. Dad's experience of going to the grave is so interesting! I also long for such a solemn experience. It's a pity that grandpa's grave has moved into the cemetery now, and I will never have such an opportunity again. |||

My reading experience

I remember when I was a child, my mother and I bought a comic book "Tortoise and Rabbit Race" in the bookstore. From then on, I began my reading experience.

When I was three or four years old, I often read story books. Those vivid pictures and cartoons are displayed in front of my eyes. There is another sentence below the picture. Although I don't understand it, I still read it with relish.

Gradually, I fell in love with reading. When I was five or six years old, I went to primary school. At this time, I came into contact with science and technology books. I'm not bored at all because of the pictures. At that time, I liked watching "100,000 Why" best. The above introduces the common sense of life and scientific knowledge. Whenever I finish reading it, I will proudly tell my parents. How happy I was then!

Two years later, I entered the third grade. At this time, I came into contact with the composition. There are more and more composition books at home. A wonderful article was presented to me, which made me feast my eyes. I often dream that I can write such an article myself. In the fifth grade, my family had a 17 composition book.

Now, my reading range is very wide, including science, history, novels, compositions, masterpieces and so on. Every weekend, I will go to Zhong Bai warehouse to read books, which lasts for more than two hours. Every weekend, I swim in the ocean of knowledge.

I love reading, and my reading experience continues. ...

I was very studious when I was a child.

When I was a child, I wanted to learn everything: I admired the puppy's sensitive sense of smell, so I smelled it all day, wanted to catch mice like a kitten, and wanted to run around like a rabbit ... For a while, I was fascinated by flying again.

Whenever I see birds flying freely in the sky, I envy them very much. I thought: When can I travel in the sky like a bird?

One Sunday morning, I was playing downstairs and saw some sparrows chirping in the tree. I picked up a small stone and threw it at them. The sparrow flew away with wings. It's no use jumping around like them and shaking your arms. I'm too heavy to fly. It suddenly occurred to me that when some planes take off, the propeller behind them turns faster and faster, and the plane runs faster and faster, and then "hoo" goes to heaven. I also follow the plane method. Can't you go to heaven?

So, I found a big tree and turned around it faster and faster. At this time, I was dizzy and could not tell the difference between east, west, north and south. I thought: it may be going to heaven. Hold on! However, after turning for a long time, my feet are still on the ground. By the way, I didn't let go. So I let go of the tree, but as soon as I let go, I fell to the ground I screamed in pain and it took me a long time to stand up. When I got home, my mother saw a big blue bag on my head and asked lovingly, "What's the matter?" I told this story once, and my mother laughed. ...

Until now, whenever I think of learning to fly as a child and those "studious" experiences, I can't help laughing back.