When I was young, I was like an omnipotent princess, like a silly child. Now let you hear my embarrassing story! At that time, I was only four years old and was in the middle class. Once, my teacher said, "You are the flowers of the motherland. Only watering and fertilizing can grow up. "
I didn't understand what the teacher said, but my "obedient boy" took action: I first moved a big flowerpot to the balcony, dug a big hole in the soil with a spatula, took off my shoes, stood in, watered and fertilized it, but stood for a whole morning until my mother came home to "save me" from danger. Annoying episode ""Little boy, a lot of troubles, how hard it is to go out early and come home late ... "On the way home, I sang my own" Annoying Song "in a low voice.
I can't play as carefree as I did when I was a child. I am in grade five, and I know exactly what I should and should not do now.
On the day of the mid-term exam, I finished my homework and was about to watch TV to relax. My mother "floated" like a ghost and turned off the TV ... you can imagine what happened later. Childhood is a song, colorful and changeable. I want to give the most beautiful blueprint with colorful colors.
2. How to write a composition with childhood as a song and how to cherish it? I won't give you the beginning and end of the two model essays. Childhood memories have always been with us. There are many contents in this childhood memory, but the most important thing is friendship.
Friendship is sincere and pure love. It is friendship that makes us happy, it is friendship that makes us not feel lonely, it is friendship that makes us trust each other ... but friendship cannot be without friends, and friendship can only be achieved with friends. Then who is my friend? She is-Li Jiaxiang Jia Xiang is cheerful, extremely intelligent and absolutely lovely: she has a ponytail on her head, a round face, big eyes under thin eyebrows and a smooth tongue.
Of course, there is also a kind heart. Although Jia Xiang was my friend a long time ago, I remember everything she did for me, and the most profound thing is those two things.
I was a group leader in my previous class, and Jiaxiang was sitting next to me. I remember one time my classmates handed in their homework, and I was so busy that I kept spending money.
Just when I was in a hurry, she saw that I was so busy and said, "Shucheng, let me help you with your homework!" " ""oh, a lot! ! ! Chinese, art! ! ! Point the number, check it, and ... ""Don't worry, I'm not afraid! ! ！” Say, put away the exercise books one by one. I was very happy at that time, because I usually asked people for help, and they all thought it was too much trouble and didn't want to help me at all.
And Jia Xiang is ... Jia Xiang, you are really my good friend and classmate! ! ! I'm so touched! ! ! We work together, count the people, and I check my homework. Finally, the two of us took it to the office together. Then, holding hands and smiling, I went back to the classroom ... There is another thing I always remember clearly ... Once I quarreled with my other good friend Li Peixian, and Jiaxiang was also a good friend. She was not allowed to play with me, or she would break up with Jiaxiang.
Jia Xiang, afraid of my loneliness, sent me a note in the music class, which read: Shucheng, I'm playing with you secretly below, don't let Pei Xian know! ! ! I almost shed tears after reading it, and replied with a note: Thank you, Jiaxiang. She sent me another one: Are we good friends? I nodded at her, gently, for fear of being seen by Pei Xian.
After that, Pei-hyun didn't know every time, and the two of us secretly played underneath. Although it is secret, I am still very happy, because I have such a good friend as Jiaxiang.
Our friendship is like fragile jelly, which will break when you pinch it. So I carefully protected this fragile jelly and didn't want it to smash.
Has been protected until now. Although I transferred to another school, I believe that as long as we protect this jelly from each other, we will definitely meet again.
When I was a child, I thought that friends were partners who shared food and played with me, and I didn't know much about real friends. Later, I met Xiao D, and we lived together day and night, studied together, played together, felt the happiness and pain of growing up together, and became real good friends.
One noon last summer vacation, I was about to have lunch when the phone rang in a hurry. I quickly grabbed the receiver. It turned out to be little d, "I can't solve two math problems." Can you come to my house and tell me about them? " Little d said anxiously. My math score has always been better than that of junior D, so he always asks me some math questions.
"You don't know what time it is, man? Can you wait for me to finish my meal? " I rudely pinched him back. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm too busy to see the problem, didn't look at the time. Excuse me, can you come back after dinner? " Little D said shyly, "I see, let's do this first."
I said impatiently, then put down the phone and went to eat my lunch. To tell the truth, I don't want to go to his house at this time. It's noon, and it's hot outside, and the heat wave is rolling.
Besides, my family lives on the sixth floor, and his family lives on the fifth floor, which is the twenty-second floor with more than two hundred steps. If you don't heat me to death, you have to kill me. I ate my meal slowly and made up my mind to find an excuse not to go to his house.
The next morning, I was doing English homework at home. I can't answer a few questions I was in a hurry to turn over my notes and books, but I still couldn't understand them. I picked up the phone and called little d without thinking. "Hey, D, I can't do some English problems. Can you come to my house and tell me about them? " I said.
Little d hung up the phone without saying anything. My English is not as good as Xiao D. I always have to trouble Xiao D when I encounter problems that I can't do.
And he is always responsive and patiently teaches me. But what happened today? I feel confused.
Putting down the phone, I turned around and accidentally saw the watch on the wall. It's already eleven fifty, and I suddenly remembered what happened yesterday. I thought: this is really what I often say.
What happened to him yesterday reminds me again today. I went back to my room in frustration. I was about to sit down when the doorbell rang. who is it? Come at this time.
When I opened the door, it turned out to be little D. His round face was full of sweat and his big eyes were full of sincere apologies. "Are you anxious?" He panted, "No,no." You have a rest first. "
As I spoke, I quickly let him into the house and poured him a glass of water. I know, this 1 1 floor 100 multi-step flight is a lot of exercise for him who is much shorter and fatter than me! He picked up the cup and took two sips, then began to tell me the topic.
He explained it carefully and patiently. After a while, her mother called to urge him to go home for dinner, only to hear him tell her which is more important, eating or friends! Hearing this, my heart warmed up and I was really touched. The thought of what I did yesterday makes me ashamed to find a place to drill.
I blushed and said to him, "I'm really sorry about yesterday ..." "What are you talking about? Are we good friends? " He patted me on the arm and said. He doesn't hold a grudge against me. He still regards me as his best friend.
I was speechless, and my heart was filled with emotion. D, let me know more about my friends.
3. Composition Childhood is a song. 400-word childhood is a song, euphemistic and pleasant, sometimes rustling like leaves, full of joy; Sometimes it flows like a stream, like tears. This colorful song is life.
"Happy Theme"
When I was young, I was like an omnipotent princess, like a silly child. Now let you hear my embarrassing story! At that time, I was only four years old and was in the middle class. Once, my teacher said, "You are the flowers of the motherland. Only watering and fertilizing can grow up. " I didn't understand what the teacher said, but my "obedient boy" took action: I first moved a big flowerpot to the balcony, dug a big hole in the soil with a spatula, took off my shoes, stood in, watered and fertilized it, but stood for a whole morning until my mother came home to "save me" from danger.
Boring episode "
"Little boy, preoccupied, how hard it is to go out early and come home late ..." I sang my "troubled song" in a low voice on my way home. I can't play as carefree as I did when I was a child. I am in grade five, and I know exactly what I should and should not do now. On the day of the mid-term exam, I finished my homework and was about to watch TV to relax. My mother "floated" like a ghost and turned off the TV ... you can imagine what happened later.
Childhood is a song, colorful and changeable. I want to give the most beautiful blueprint with colorful colors.
4. Seeking "Childhood is a Song" composition Childhood wants freedom, does not want to linger in the expectations of parents and teachers, and does not want to be bound by parents. I still clearly remember that afternoon when I was a child, I was bathed in the sun and was baptized by the sun. I seem to be covered with a shiny veil, and the crystal sweat slides across my cheeks and blends into this vibrant world. At that time, I deeply realized how the flame of life burns. The vitality of youth is condensed bit by bit. My partner and I picked sour fruits in Shan Ye and played with water and fish in the mountain stream. We are so free and happy, but now we are caged birds. How I wish to be free! "I am a bird, but I can't fly high when I want to fly ..." Every time I hear this song, my heart is particularly heavy. If nothing else, I am just a bird, a "caged bird" that has lost its freedom! Whenever I finish my homework, my father will appear at my side in time, pretending to ask casually, "Where are my extracurricular books?" Have you finished writing it? ""it's over! " I replied, waiting for his sentence, "What about the fifty math problems assigned by my mother?" "Still not quick to do! "Let's go," I mumbled reluctantly. In this way, all the time in the evening was spent. One weekend, I got up the courage and said, "Mom, let's go to play this weekend. We haven't gone out together for a long time ... ""Play, and you will know how to play. What can I do besides playing? Don't go, review well and do your homework! " Mom yelled at me. I had to walk into the room in dismay. In this way, I got a weekend ride Do you think I am free? How I long for freedom, eager to plug in the wings of freedom like a bird and fly to my heart's content; I am eager to ride my bike around on Sunday, and I will fall without my mother's nagging; I am eager to lie on the sofa eating snacks and watching TV. No teacher asked me to finish my homework.
5. Childhood is a song. My childhood, what is it? Is it a joke? Is it a color palette? Or a kaleidoscope of changes? Neither. This song is beautiful.
In that childlike age, I did many childish and interesting things. They danced as happily as the notes on the music, and it's hard to forget now. There are too many interesting things in childhood.
If it is a string of wind chimes, when the wind blows, it will make a crisp and cheerful sound. I remember when I was five or six years old, on a hot summer day, flames rose and sweat began to sweat.
Mom and dad are out. People stay at home and watch cartoons. When I am excited, I can't help laughing.
Suddenly, I remembered a mosquito buzzing in my ear. I frowned and glared, feeling a little angry, and continued to watch cartoons.
Mosquitoes seem to see that I ignore it and become more presumptuous, so they fly to my eyes and turn around. As if to make me angry on purpose.
I didn't care to step on it, but mosquitoes kept flying around. I finally couldn't help it, "Ha ha ha!" I can't help laughing. I slapped mozzie.
My mind is as active as running water, and I continue to watch my favorite cartoons. While I was watching TV with relish, two or three "blood ghosts" flew around me, as if to avenge the mosquitoes I killed.
"Come on, take revenge, the more the better!" I am very happy. Unexpectedly, I was just joking, and several mosquitoes flew in.
I am increasingly worried that there will be more mosquitoes. But I got up the courage again and wanted to kill these "troublemakers".
Many thoughts are like sparks in my mind, generate, and then they go out one by one. The "troublemaker" kept coming at me, and I kept scratching, and the "small bags" kept crawling out.
I am getting more and more angry, and my anger is churning in my chest, just like a boiler that is under too much pressure and is about to explode. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I rushed into my mother's room to get a can of insecticide aerosol.
But I didn't know what kind it was, so I just took a can and sprayed it to the place where there were mosquitoes. "ah! It smells good! Hey! Mom buys insecticide aerosol and incense! This must be very expensive and effective! A few more sprays.
Hum! You troublemakers will be defeated at my feet! Hahaha! "I just sprayed it, but somehow it didn't work, and I yawned a few times." Ha ... grateful ... "。
6. Childhood is a 350-word song. Childhood is like a box full of sweets.
Childhood is like a string of colorful pearls, full of childlike interest. My childhood was very interesting. Let me tell you an interesting story.
That was when I was five years old. One day, I went to Chaoyang Art School to learn how to make a clay doll. The teacher taught us how to make clay dolls. I made a clay doll to show the teacher. After careful observation, the teacher gave me a thumbs-up and praised my clay doll for doing well. After class, I happily took it home. As soon as the clay doll got home, I put the "guests" in the cupboard.
Since then, the clay doll has become my inseparable partner. I often open the cupboard and play with clay dolls. The days passed day by day. One day, I opened the cupboard to find a clay doll to play with. I took it down and found it was dirty. I thought, "Mom usually washes socks and shoes.
I wash dolls. "So, I took the clay doll to the bathroom, took a bathtub, poured water, and I began to wash the clay doll. And sang the song "Wash and Brush".
I'm a little smug. I have no idea that the clay doll is melting bit by bit. When I woke up, I found that the mud had covered the clear water. Oh, no, my clay doll is almost gone. There is only a pool of mud left in the bathtub. I cried sadly. After that, I lost a partner. This is my childhood, an interesting childhood.
7. Composition "Childhood is a Song" Childhood is the simplest memory in everyone's heart. -inscription
I often write about my childhood, my youth and the dull years bathed in sunshine. They are like paper cranes, carrying me higher and higher, farther and farther.
Spin? childhood
Sitting on the merry-go-round, I watched a little girl happily jump on the merry-go-round, as if she had seen herself many years ago. At that time, I always thought that I could travel around the world on a merry-go-round, wander around and find my future.
"Gorgeous appearance, gorgeous lighting, I am a merry-go-round in this paradise, just to satisfy my children's dreams. . .. "The song" Spinning Wood "brought my thoughts back. Although the carousel can bring joy to children, it is actually very sad. Trojan horses can only look at each other, no matter how bumpy they are, no matter how hard they chase, they can't catch up. It seems that this childhood memory, no matter how it comes back, can't go back.
I cherish and have the childhood memories of the carousel.
Sea? childhood
The fortress on the beach is a symbol of childhood. Girls like to pick up Baker and blow the sea breeze; Boys like swimming and fishing, and then build sandcastles on the beach together.
Jump over the oncoming waves, and I will jump happily again until my mother calls me home in the sunset; I deliberately stepped on a string of footprints on the beach, watching the sea fill it up, and never found our sand castle, our footprints.
The waves came and brought us laughter; The waves went back and took away our laughter.
I cherish and have childhood memories of the sea.
Dandelion? childhood
When I was a child, I would pick a flower by the roadside and blow it gently, and it would fly all over the sky. My mother told me it was dandelion. When I was a child, I always thought dandelion was strong and brave. As long as I grow up, I can leave home with my bag and go sailing.
Dandelion carries too many dreams and expectations to fly together, but it often backfires. Is it a dream in front of dandelion? Where is the road? As a result, when I was a child, my naive dream was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery around me, and I was at a loss and disappeared. Dandelion has lost, hesitated, cried and had no choice, but it has always been my childhood dream.
I cherish and have dandelion's childhood memories.
Childhood, I cherish, I retain, I aftertaste, I trace back.
8. Childhood is a song. Childhood is like a box full of sweets. Childhood is like a string of colorful pearls, full of childlike interest. My childhood was very interesting. Let me tell you an interesting story.
That was when I was five years old. One day, I went to Chaoyang Art School to learn how to make a clay doll. The teacher taught us how to make clay dolls. I made a clay doll to show the teacher. After careful observation, the teacher gave me a thumbs-up and praised my clay doll for doing well. After class, I happily took it home.
As soon as the clay doll got home, I put the "guests" in the cupboard. Since then, the clay doll has become my inseparable partner. I often open the cupboard and play with clay dolls.
The days passed day by day. One day, I opened the cupboard to find a clay doll to play with. I took it down and found it was dirty. I thought, "Mom usually washes socks and shoes. I'll wash the dolls. " So, I took the clay doll to the bathroom, took a bathtub, poured water on it, and began to wash the clay doll. And sang the song "Wash and Brush". I'm a little smug. I have no idea that the clay doll is melting bit by bit. When I woke up, I found that the mud had covered the clear water. Oh, no, my clay doll is almost gone. There is only a pool of mud left in the bathtub. I cried sadly. After that, I lost a partner.
This is my childhood, an interesting childhood.