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Childhood Memories Composition (1);

Life is like a necklace full of jewels, and childhood is the brightest jewel; Memory is like the sea, and childhood is the most beautiful spray; Life is like a tree, and childhood is the most dazzling green leaf. I think childhood is a beach full of colorful shells, and I would like to share the most beautiful "shells" with you.

One night when I was seven or eight years old, there were moons and stars in the sky. I took an empty washbasin and ran to the yard to receive water and wash my face. The tap rattled, and I turned it off when the water in the basin was half full. I was about to pick it up when the water level in the washbasin calmed down and turned into a mirror, and a "white jade plate" moon appeared in the mirror! There are little stars around. I looked up at the sky. Isn't there a moon and stars? I think: it must be that the baby of mother moon is too naughty to come to my house and bring her partner down. I hurried home and told my mother what I had found: "Mom, mom! Mother Moon's baby ran into my washbasin to play, and there were some little stars! " Say that finish, took her hand and ran into the yard, pointing to the washbasin to show her mother. After reading it, my mother beamed at me and said, "Well, go to sleep first and come to see the moon tomorrow!" " "The next morning, I went to fetch water again. There was nothing in the washbasin but blue sky and white clouds. Then I burst into tears: "I want the moon! I want the moon! "This stumped my mother. Where can I find the moon? Mother touched my head and said, "Don't cry. If you behave well today, I will find the moon for you. "I stopped crying immediately after listening. In the evening, my mother found the moon for me again.

Although it rained heavily last night, I remembered it again. I couldn't help laughing shyly when I was worried about the disappearance of the moon.

Childhood Memories Composition (2);

childhood memories

"Ah, it smells good!" When I passed the hotpot restaurant, the smell seemed to take you back to your perfect childhood, reminding me of the barbecue in the yard before.

This afternoon, our friends in the yard got together to prepare for the barbecue in the evening. After everyone agrees, they begin to allocate who will bring oil, salt, vinegar, monosodium glutamate and so on. Who brings vegetables, sausages, etc. I brought some flammable materials and lighters.

The long dinner is finally over. It's getting dark. Go downstairs and meet on time. Everyone is almost here. We came to the backyard and set up a shelf with the firewood I brought, with newspapers stuffed under it. Then we washed our hands and strung Chinese cabbage, potatoes, ham and sausages with bamboo. After the fire rose, everyone baked a bunch and waited for a delicious dinner.

In winter, you can brush some oil while baking to keep warm. After a while, Zeng Yanting said, "Oh, my mouth is watering. I will eat this ham sausage first! " Say that finish, she suddenly went in: "Well, it tastes good!" "The boss Chen Ke said," hum, mine is not ripe yet. Maybe mine is more delicious than yours. As he spoke, the bamboo pole "snapped" and the food fell on the kang. Chen Ke paused, swallowed again, and had to bake it again. And mine is ripe, and the bamboo is not broken. I was secretly happy for a long time. As a result, I picked it up and found it was burnt. " Oh, my God! "Partners also smiled for a while.

After many failures, we tasted many delicious foods. Besides, we held hands and danced around the fire. The fire is reflected on our happy faces, shining in our sparkling eyes, which are full of joy.

At this moment, everyone has no time to barbecue for self-study. I don't know when our fragrance will be fragrant. . . .

Childhood Memories Composition (3);

childhood memories

Love is the essence of life, understanding is the source of love, and giving is the soul of love. Any understanding and dedication is the edification and sublimation of emotion.

I went to the summer camp during the summer vacation and fully realized its profound meaning in a few days-

I was new here and lived in a dormitory with a fat girl. Looking at each other, I frowned and almost scoffed. She volunteered. She was really cute and enviable that day.

Life in the camp is very good, except for the thermos. I look reluctant ― who wants to run around in hot weather? But the next morning, I was surprised. Three thermos bottles are full. Is that her? Whether I like it or not, I use it carelessly and rudely Who told her to mind her own business? I will anyway, but someone beat me to it. I put the remaining third thermos on her bed with a loud "ou dang"

In the next few days, I waited and worked, enjoying the fruits of her efforts unceremoniously and understanding more comfortably, but she still smiled naively.

One day in the competition, she accidentally sprained her foot. I thought about it: it's my turn to fill up the boiling water, but, but this young lady is so delicate, how can she do such rough work! Unexpectedly, the next day, three thermos bottles were still neatly arranged in front of the bed. Looking at the chubby figure lying in bed at this time, my head is very low, because I almost understand the kindness she gave me, and she is working hard. A simple act exposed the lock of my soul. I feel ashamed and feel like an overturned cruet.

Some people say that giving is equivalent to understanding, and it is an emotional savings. Blindly asking for it, waiting for only the destruction of feelings. I want to say: "giving and understanding are two-way, what we need is sincere giving from each other's hearts."

Childhood memories are perfect!

Childhood Memories Composition (4);

childhood memories

Happy days pass like running water. Spring breeze meets people's expectations, but it always flies away in a hurry.

Childhood, like this warm spring breeze, flashed by, but left the most perfect memories in the chapter of life.

Although I didn't like the sun when I was a child, I was not interested in the outside, but I was still so colorful.

It is raining. I plunged into the rain and played. I don't care about being soaked in chicken, running on the muddy path, regardless of the splashing raindrops and mud that wet my clean clothes and pants.

Once, on my way home, a big dog suddenly came. The so-called "good dog is out of the way" I decided that it must not be a good dog when I was seven years old, and I knew it was doomed. Since fate is predestined, I decided to fight it. I clenched my fist tightly and saw that the dog was aggressive, really not inferior to the tiger in Jingyanggang! But I'm not as drunk as Song Wu. I picked up the bricks around me and threw them hard. The hateful dog seemed to have expected this move long ago and rushed at me like lightning. Shit, I was at a loss, so I took a 360-degree turn and ran away. And the dog immediately followed. From the appearance, it won't let Liu Bang go as Xiang Yu did. I hurried home. Thanks to God's mercy, my father appeared in front of me like a savior, and I ran to my father's arms with my last strength. Fierce rhubarb dog saw a slow soldier, then gently barked, ready to leave. As soon as I quit, I quickly picked up a small stone and threw it at the dog's head. Poor rhubarb dog didn't dare to answer blows with blows, and ran away with injustice. Dad called me naughty, but I cocked my head and giggled.

Childhood is always a clean stream. Looking up at the dark night sky, attached to the sweetness of childhood. Yes, golden childhood! You can't erase it from my memory I will lock you all in a pink diary and put you in the deepest part of my memory.

Childhood Memories Composition (5);

childhood memories

Behind my mother's office, there is a duty room. Behind the duty room, there is a big carport. Although these houses were not gorgeous, they were my paradise at that time.

Needless to say, the yard in front of the duty room, all kinds of cars in the carport, a fence next to the carport, and the once high stone wall behind the carport are infinitely interesting.

As soon as spring comes, all the plants on the wall begin to sprout, and there are vibrant scenes everywhere. The moss grew into a shape unconsciously. I ran to the edge of the moss with joy and pressed it hard with my hand. I found my fingerprints on the moss. I was even happier when I realized that Moss could print things. I ran back to the duty room, took all the seals of mother Cai to the stone wall and pressed them one by one.

Green bristlegrass grows wildly on the stone wall. When it is ripe, I will take it off and break its stem, and the milky juice like milk will flow out. At this time, I will pick up a leaf, fold it into a cuboid and collect its juice. When I have collected enough, I will pick a few small leaves to play house.

A dog, a snake, only matures in summer. I remember when I first discovered it, my heart was full of surprises. I looked at it carefully. It looks a bit like a mulberry tree, bright red. I tore open its meat, which was hollow and had long white hairs on it. I even took a bold bite, but I didn't swallow it because it was sour and astringent. I just took a bite and spit it out.

On the stone wall, there are many plants I can't name. I remember I found a long, thin and bright green leaf, which looked like bamboo leaves. In addition, I put it in my mouth and it can make a sound, so I named it Zhushao, and I am very happy to put it in my mouth all day.

The high stone wall in the carport accompanied me through a spring, summer, autumn and winter, which became my eternal childhood memory.