In ordinary daily life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. So have you ever studied composition? The following is the composition I gave you when I was a child. Welcome to share. Childhood composition 1 childhood flows slowly through my heart like a stream. Childhood is like a photo album, leaving good memories in my memory. Childhood is like a piece of drawing paper, leaving beautiful pictures on the paper with the brush of memory ... In my childhood memory, I accompanied my grandmother to touch fish and shrimp and catch snails. That day, I turned the stone over like grandma. Wow, I have small fish and shrimp in my hand. Suddenly grandma told me to go ashore. I have no choice but to witness this thrilling scene on the shore. I saw a big water snake in my grandmother's hand. Grab it and pinch it. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. At this time, I should also go home. Childhood is like a piece of candy. It is sweet to think of it from time to time. Comments: Wen Neng is clear. The image written by the author's parallelism sentence about childhood is appropriate and reasonable, and his mental journey should be recorded with a positive attitude and delicate brushwork. The fly in the ointment is that there are two things before and after "grandma suddenly told me to go ashore". It is suggested that the middle part of the young author should be natural and split in two, so that the transition is natural and the event is clear. My father's childhood was different from mine. I sometimes envy my father's childhood, but my father says my childhood is much better than his. Dad said, "I used to walk to and from school, but now someone is coming to pick you up." I said, "Your childhood was much more interesting than I am now. You can make your own toys. I bought all mine. I can't appreciate the fun of making toys like you. " Dad said, "There used to be no lights at home, but now there are one or two lights on the ceiling everywhere." I said, "You can bake sweet potatoes and roast peanuts with your brother. We can also transplant rice seedlings together, plant peanuts and plant all kinds of beans, which is much more interesting than we are now. " Dad said, "We used to be miserable. You don't know, when we are hungry at night, where can we have snacks and snacks? We can only drink a few mouthfuls of water and go to bed. " Grandpa touched my head and said, "Son, in recent years, our life is getting better every day. You see, the original adobe houses and tile houses have become spacious and flat avenues, and every household has begun to run towards a well-off life. " After listening to these words, I thought about it carefully and found that my father's childhood was better than mine and worse than mine. How happy we are! ! Childhood composition 3 childhood is beautiful and happy in the eyes. Every time I recall my childhood, I listen to melodious songs. My childhood is gone forever. When I wanted to cherish it, it slipped away from my fingertips. Memories left behind. Hearing Pang Long's Friends, I recalled my childhood. When I was a child, I would talk big with my classmates or partners and always pretend to be my buddies or friends. He said he wanted to be together all his life, sharing weal and woe. There is a big fight over a trivial matter, and no one cares about anyone. I forgot my original oath. When I heard the song "You at the Same Table" by Lao Lang, I recalled my childhood. In primary school, there are people in each class, each with a desk, a man and a woman. The female deskmate always wants to make way for the male deskmate, but the male deskmate takes out male chauvinism to make the female deskmate afraid. When these two incompatible ideas are merged, there is an indelible mark-the 38th parallel. At that time, I was stingy and my deskmate decided that whenever someone crossed the line to buy a drink for the victim, I begged her to let me live every time I crossed the line. She ignored me and it was over. Childhood is the first step to fight the sky; Childhood is the time of youth; Childhood is the waltz of youth; Write a beautiful song. Childhood is different; Childhood is unforgettable. The song of childhood drifting away ... childhood composition 4 Dad said that he spent his childhood in the countryside. When I was a child, I flew to my field like a track and field athlete and began to help my parents with farm work. Because I am young and playful, I am sometimes attracted by small ants moving, sometimes I race with rabbits, but sometimes I am criticized by my mother. Every new year, you can only wear one new dress. Usually I always wear rags, and a piece of clothing is mended again and again. At that time, I ate a simple meal, no snacks, and no ice cream. Tell me more about my childhood. Now I am like a little emperor, reaching for clothes and opening my mouth to eat. My mother enrolled me in swimming and piano classes, and my parents played and chatted with me during the holidays. I usually have fashionable clothes to wear. I can eat in restaurants, visit places of interest, ride bicycles and skate with my friends ... These have increased my knowledge, broadened my horizons and given me a colorful after-school life and a beautiful, happy and unforgettable childhood. Compared with my father's childhood, I have obviously improved and perfected a lot from simple living in the past to the luxurious life now. I want to cherish my present life, and I can't be born without knowing happiness! My childhood friend was a kitten. That is a plush toy. The kitten is blue all over and has big eyes. I named it "big eyes". Big eyes belong to my mother's colleague. Big eyes and I are inseparable friends. I let it sit next to me when I eat. When I put something in its mouth, it looks alive and looks at me with big eyes. When watching TV, I also let it sit next to me and watch some interesting cartoons, movies and horror movies with me, as if it could understand. When I build a building block, let it lie aside and watch how I build a building block. After it was built, I put my work in front of it, and it seemed to say, "You built it well!" " ".I feel very happy after listening to it. Now my mother hides her big eyes because she doesn't want me to play anymore. I was sad, but my big eyes left me with good memories. They will always be my best friends in childhood. Childhood composition 6 childhood is like a white cloud, changeable and pure white; Childhood is like a treasure chest, full of many interesting and stupid things. I remember one time, I was clamoring for jiaozi. My mother had no choice but to promise me to buy dumpling wrappers on Saturday and then go home and teach me how to make jiaozi. Saturday came, and my mother kept her promise and taught me to pack jiaozi. When I got home, my mother said to me, "Wash your hands before wrapping jiaozi, and then wipe your hands with a clean cloth." "Why? "I asked inexplicably, and my mother replied," My hands are dirty, and it will not be clean if I stick to the dumpling skin in the future. "I still did as my mother told me ... I started to package jiaozi. I followed my mother's example-first take a dumpling wrapper, then put the stuffing in the middle of the wrapper, and finally wrap the wrapper tightly together. Ah. Show jiaozi's stuffing. But I am not discouraged. I'll pack another one if one is wrong, and I'll pack another one if the other is wrong. Finally, I succeeded! From then on, I will help my mother as long as she keeps jiaozi. Time flies, childhood is like a dream-nightmare, good dream. Childhood is innocent. Childhood composition 7 a touch of sunset clouds dispersed, and the dark sky was covered with a trace of complexity. They blinked naughtily and peeped into the secrets of the world. Occasionally, a meteor streaks across the night sky, adding some vitality to the silent night. A little boy was holding a moon in his hand, and the adults were curious and gradually leaned in. Slowly, the adults came to a small forest. As soon as they looked up, they saw a moon, as if someone had left the boat alone. Three, three, two people are sitting under the tree, and the small fan in their hands is like a flying butterfly, full of charm. The wind gently brushed people's faces, and the moonlight seemed brighter than those candlelight, and the child gradually held up his hand. The wind seems to know that it can't break the peace and stop breathing. The fallen leaves are still falling gently from the trees. Leaves drift with the wind, leaving behind thoughts; The sunset leaves with the night, leaving a touch of glow. I look back at my childhood photos, just like watching a movie. If you look back, what will you see? Childhood composition 8 childhood is colorful, it is like a painting, which is pleasing to the eye; It is like a poem, fascinating; It is like a song, slowly singing into people's hearts ... childhood is golden, and the friendship between classmates is like fiery sunshine, which warms my heart. When I am frustrated, some classmates comfort me; When encountering difficulties, there are classmates to help; When I have something happy, some classmates share with me ... childhood is pink, which is my favorite color. My parents bought me many pink things: sheets, pillowcases, toys, pajamas ... I have lived in the' pink world' since I was a child. Childhood is pure white. At that time, we were all pure and full of kindness. We live innocently and don't have to worry about our nonsense. Don't worry about your little temper. Childhood is sky blue, I am like a bird, flying freely in the sky, flying to my dream, flying to the distance, flying to the world I yearn for. Flying hard for your dreams, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, you will not stop moving forward. My childhood is orange, and I am full of energy. Every moment is like a little sun. Send out the first dazzling light, I want to let the whole world know: I am shining! Childhood is red, and I am full of vitality. As long as I have an idea, I will implement it immediately. Red is a vibrant color. Childhood composition 9 is a diary that can run; This is a talking picture; It's a flowing photo, it's childhood, it's all like a candy, sweet; Like an altar of vinegar, sour; It is still like a dose of medicine, bitter. In my memory, the thing that happened when I was a child will always come to my mind from time to time, and that is injection. I remember that morning, I was hot and weak. This made my parents very worried, so they put an antipyretic paste on their heads and went straight to Jingdezhen. Before I got to the hospital, I was sweating all over, but I felt much better. When I got to the hospital, the doctor said it was nothing serious, just an injection. Okay, I won't do it! I struggled to break free, like a fish caught ashore, trying to get back into the river. But my mother still held my little hand tightly. This is terrible. I cried. Mom was a little soft-hearted when she saw it. But dad was firm and said sternly that she was determined to fight, because she had healed the scar and forgotten the pain! Get rid of the root cause! Dad's words, like an aphrodisiac, made my mother feel the need to hit her again and pressed my hand harder than before. Seeing this, I cried even more. I saw my mother gently coax me: be good, just give me an injection, and I'll buy you sugar, potato chips, chocolate and biscuits after the injection. I stopped crying immediately after listening to it. I compromised for snacks, and now it seems quite funny. I love colorful childhood, which stores my ups and downs and gives me endless happiness. Childhood composition 10 childhood is like a colorful palette, full of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Childhood is like a five-flavor bottle with everything. Now I will take out a most beautiful story from the five-flavor bottle and share it with you. In a summer vacation, I went to the desert. I met an alpaca in the desert, which looks a bit like a sheep and a bit like a camel, so I named it alpaca. It has no hump, so it is also called a humpless camel. Its face is long, its eyes are always narrowed, and its fur is soft, especially where its face bulges. It yearns for freedom and has a good temper. When we arrived in the desert, we had a rest first. As soon as I got off the bus, I rushed to the alpaca. Alpacas graze leisurely. I thought it was simple and honest, so I looked at it carefully: it has been very leisurely, and its mouth has been chewing something, as if its stomach has been full of dissatisfaction. The alpaca looked at me stupidly when it saw me looking at it. After watching it for a long time, I felt that its cheeks were bulging, so I pressed both cheeks. Tragedy happened, and it immediately spit out a big mouthful of saliva and sprayed it on my face. I was also anxious and immediately kicked it. Mom found out and quickly pulled me away. My mother told me: "there is water on the alpaca's cheeks." If you tease it, it may spit in your face. " I nodded in confusion and went to play with alpacas again ... childhood was happy; Childhood is happy; Childhood is beautiful. Childhood is about to pass, but the memory of childhood will never pass. Childhood composition 1 1 is like a story book, and each page is a wonderful story; Childhood is like a palette, full of all kinds of colors; Childhood is like a photo album, recording our childhood memories. When I was 7 years old, my father accidentally found two more "uninvited guests" in my lower middle tooth-it turned out that two more teeth were inserted. This is too bad. These two new teeth will affect the normal growth of my original teeth. So, my father immediately decided to take me to the hospital for tooth extraction. I'm not afraid of pulling teeth, but my father is more nervous than me. He was worried that I would cry in pain and asked the doctor to gently pull it out. He still held my hand tightly and said to me, "it won't hurt, don't be afraid, just for a moment!" ""I comforted my father and said, "Dad, don't worry, I'm not afraid of pain and I won't cry!" "I started pulling teeth. I first lay down on the sofa, opened my mouth and gave a loud "ah". First, the doctor knocked on my teeth with a tool, and then began to rub things on my teeth. Suddenly, I felt a little nervous. I'm afraid it will hurt. I secretly told myself that I am a man and should be brave. So I closed my eyes tightly and opened my mouth wider, waiting for the doctor to pull it out. The doctor acted quickly, and before I felt pain, he said to me, "Pull it out, children are so brave!" " "This is my first childhood tooth extraction, and my father cheered for my bravery! Childhood composition 12 Everyone has a colorful childhood. Childhood is like a painting, recording our innocent memories. Many things happened in childhood, so let's open the door of memory and recall the perfect childhood fun. I remember one time when my mother was not at home and I was the only one at home. The puppy came to my side to play, and suddenly an idea came into his mind. The puppy's hair is so long, why not cut it for me? I cut the puppy's hair in a mess. My mother came back and asked me what was going on. I told my mother about it. My mother told me in distress situation that the fur on the puppy is used to keep warm in winter, just like people wear cotton-padded jackets in winter. In summer, people will take off their cotton-padded jackets and put on thin clothes, and so will dogs. They will take off their cotton-padded jackets in summer, and there is no need to cut them for him. There are many colorful things in childhood, which are often so naive. Childhood days are always so blue, childhood things are always so sweet, and childhood things will always be remembered in our hearts. Childhood composition 13 in my memory, it was the light from the moon. Back in the past ... in a small isolated village, the sun was shining during the day, but it was dark at night, just like a small village swallowed by a dark monster. People can't see their fingers in the dark. Finally, we decided to draw the moon. What shape should we draw? Everyone said noisily, "Draw a circle." "No, you should draw a semicircle." "You are all wrong. You should draw a curved one. " I said, "Then draw all three shapes and start our plan tomorrow!" " ""good! "The next day, everyone got up early and the sun just rose. I asked the sun, "Grandpa Sun, can you lend us some gold?" "What are you doing with it? "We are going to light and hang the moon tonight, but now we need your color to draw the moon." "Okay, no problem. "Grandpa Sun ran home like an arrow and immediately got a big bucket of gold paint. Everyone picked up a brush and began to draw the moon. At dusk, the moon was finally finished. People took the moon to the grove and found the tallest tree. The tree stands here like a giant. Everyone hangs the moon on it, so it won't be dark at night. There is always an eye on them ... childhood composition 14 childhood is beautiful, happy and unforgettable for everyone. Everyone's childhood is different. For example, my childhood was very happy, because I was a child in the countryside, where there were many unrestrained childhoods. Although the countryside is not as beautiful as the town, our childhood is certainly much happier than that of the children in the town. In spring, we work on the farm with our parents, sowing seeds while playing. We have been busy all day. Although our clothes are dirty, we are happy, so we put our troubles and troubles aside. In summer, some of our friends go to the river to play, such as water fights, throwing stones and other activities. After playing all day, we were all soaked. If we wait until the summer vacation, we will play even crazier. If we come back tonight, we need some big bags. This will not be scolded by parents. In autumn, we help our parents restore the land, one at a time, one at a time. Plants don't know which is which, but we are still very happy. In winter, we wear thick cotton-padded jackets to go out to play, have snowball fights in the snow and take a walk on the river. If we play another game on the snow, it will be more slippery. It's weird not to fall a few feet. Childhood is happy. Although we have grown up, we cherish the present and recall our wonderful childhood. On one occasion, my mother bought some crabs from the market. When I saw crabs were extremely ugly, I was curious and decided to play a joke on them. I decided to take them to the balcony by myself, but one of them was not obedient and struggled in my hand, accidentally grabbing my hand, causing me to scream. So I shook it hard, hoping to get rid of it, but it wouldn't shake off like a dog skin plaster. At that time, I was in a panic. I quickly called my father, and my father came to me and asked, What's the matter? I put my hand in front of my father and he immediately understood what was going on. My father took me to the swimming pool and asked me to put my hand in. Sure enough, the crab slowly released my hand. Dad squeezed the blood out of my hand first, in order to prevent the wound from being infected, then dad took out iodine from the bedroom to clean my wound, and finally put a band-aid on me. Looking back now, my hand is still sore from addiction. Alas! From then on, I never dared to provoke crabs again. Once bitten, twice shy!