Miss the days when I was a child 1 Looking at the homework on the desk, it piled up like a mountain; I can't help sighing when I think that there are so many interest classes and the weekend is full. My mother's words floated in my heart again: "I am in the fourth grade and will soon enter the third year of high school." This is the golden age of primary school, so we should make good use of it. " Indeed, time flies. Three years ago, I was a little girl, and I haven't forgotten my life at that time until today. What a wonderful life.
Suddenly, an outline appeared in my mind: time machine! This is a time machine! I can enter the time machine, so I can go back in time. I jumped with excitement, but a big question pulled me back from my fantasy: Is there really a time machine in this world? Even if there is, where to find it? I sighed and continued to do my homework.
But a dream that night stuffed me into the world of memory:
The setting sun shines in the west of the city. I took Wenwen's hand and walked out of the kindergarten gate. My aunt saw it and called us to get on the bus. Wenwen shouted, "I'm starving! Is there anything to eat? " Aunt bought two sweet potatoes for us to eat in a tin bucket on the roadside. I blew straight into this hot sweet potato, but Wenwen took a big bite from the sweet potato skin, and it was full of delicious food. When I get home, I will go out to play with my brother and sister for a while, or read a book alone in my room. Then, when dinner begins, I will forget all the fatigue of the day when I taste a table of delicious food. I want to have a time machine, go back to the past, taste a sweet potato full of childhood breath, and walk through those sweet years with gentle hands. Childhood, carefree life, happy time: I like to have a time machine!
People say that the days of comfort are always fleeting, and you can't always get stuck in them. But I still depend on it involuntarily, just like my childhood. ...
Those comfortable little days in my childhood made me deeply dependent on them. Even catching crickets under the high wall of grandma's house is different.
Lying in the weeds, we children stared at the gaps between weeds, and there was silence in our ears. Suddenly, there was a clear sound from a distance, followed by a rustle of grass. After a long time, a little green thing appeared in front of us. Oh, it's a cricket We climbed slowly, then jumped, and when we looked again, the green cricket was already looking at us in the bottle.
The comfortable days of childhood are not only full of fun, but also full of fragrance, which makes my little glutton very dependent.
Every noon, when I come back from other places, the chimney of my hometown is always filled with smoke, and then I walk into the house, and an attractive aroma comes to my nose. I guess grandma must be cooking good food again. I quickly followed the aroma to the kitchen. Oh, it's shredded potatoes, and the soup is shiny and shiny, with slender shredded pork mixed in. It really makes my mouth water, thousands of feet!
My dependence on my childhood hometown, my grandmother's smile and my wife's help to braid my hair all make me very happy. Every time I rely on these things, there is always a thick paste in my heart, which was given to me on this comfortable day. What is this? I think it's warm.
I will always rely on this comfortable little day, forever, forever. ...
Miss childhood composition 3 childhood is like a melodious song, each note has its own story; Childhood is like a big clam shell, which contains countless noble and dazzling pearls. Childhood, I miss you!
I remember one winter in the fourth grade, there was a heavy snow. I am very happy, because this is the first snow I have ever seen. On my way to school, I was attracted by the surrounding snow and stopped every time I walked. Look! There is a lot of snow on that big tree, as if it were dressed in a white dress. Really beautiful! Looking at the snowy mountain in the distance, it looks like an iceberg. I watched all the way and got to school before I knew it.
At first glance, wow The school is even more snowy. Seeing some students having a snowball fight, I also want to put down my schoolbag and have a good time! But I must hurry into the classroom. These are just students from other classes, and students from my class are still in the classroom. Just as I entered the classroom, the teacher came at this time. I quickly sat down in my seat and saw that the students were all here before the teacher began to lecture. Although we are sitting in the classroom, our hearts have long been forgotten. Seeing that we were not listening carefully, the teacher said, "Since your hearts are not here, I will let you go out and have fun!" " Before the teacher went out, the students rushed out of the classroom to play with the snow.
I miss the days of childhood composition 4. In everyone's memory, there are many years of childhood.
In the depths of my memory, there is a song that accompanied my childhood. Everyone is familiar with this song, which is called childhood. In my childhood memory, my parents' nagging always makes me feel very uneasy. Every class is always chattering with my deskmate. When the teacher found out, he always said that we didn't listen to the class and made us stand outside the classroom. At that time, my ignorance made me feel ridiculous, but it was a memorable thing. Every time I go to the field, it reminds me of the days when I played with my friends. That summer, I made kites with Zhang, Zhang, Zhang and others, drove to the fields to fly kites, caught lobsters and fished by the river. I remember catching lobsters, which made me laugh. I wrapped my pants, took off my shoes and jumped into the river to catch it. I remember that Zhang and I saw an old lobster, but my foot was badly hurt by a stone. I picked up my feet, but it was still raining, so I pulled Zhang, but I didn't expect that she and I became a drowned rat.
Thinking of my childhood makes me feel extremely happy. Walking in the fields, I miss the incomparable happiness of my childhood. When I was a child, I was ignorant and bored until now. Now that I am a teenager, I really want to go back to my childhood ignorance and miss my childhood days.
Miss Childhood Composition 5 Childhood is like a colorful picture book, showing our growth bit by bit, showing the colorful pages of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Childhood is a jewel basin, and everything interesting is a dazzling gem, which radiates light and makes people dizzy. ...
When I was a child, I often regarded myself as a little adult, learning from every move of adults, and what I longed for most was to cook something for myself. When I was nine years old, I looked at a bunch of sweet potatoes at home and missed a fun thing-baking sweet potatoes.
That day, with the consent of our mother, we found a sandy baked sweet potato next to the house. We found dead branches and bark as fuel from all directions. Then I dug a hole in the sand, just enough for three sweet potatoes. Then put the sweet potato in, cover it with a layer of fine sand, and put a brick in each fine sand. The brick is placed on the side, and the other brick is laid flat on it to keep out the wind. We put a big branch in the brick pit and put some small branches next to it. First, we light the twig and let the twig light the bough. We will cook sweet potatoes with torches, which requires a lot of fuel. So, we left one person to light the fire and the other to find fuel. Dad wanted to see if it was safe for us to burn the fire, but he also won the bid for fuel. Here comes the activity. It is not easy to make a fire and find fuel. When the wind blows, the smoke will lean to one side, and if you are not careful, you will be choked to tears. You need to adjust the position of your fire according to the wind direction.
Tossing and turning, my eyes hurt when I get angry Sure enough, many things happen, and I finally smell the fragrance of sweet potatoes floating from the sand. We finally couldn't help it. Digging out the sweet potato, a fragrant smell came to the nose. I picked up a sweet potato and peeled it off. When I saw the meat inside, I took a gentle bite. I still remember the smell until now.
Now that I am in junior high school, I still miss the days when I cooked sweet potatoes as a child. I remember that sweet potatoes were really sweet at that time.
I often dream about the stroller when I was a child. Although it has long been rusty and lost its original style. ...
That stroller was a gift from my parents on my fourth birthday. At that time, all my friends in the community had their own strollers, but I didn't. I'm too greedy. I dream of owning my own stroller. Unexpectedly, on my fourth birthday, my parents magically gave me a stroller. Its fiery red background, shiny seats and black pedals make me excited. I can't wait to push the stroller to find my little friend. ...
Since then, the stroller has become my inseparable partner in my childhood. Every morning, I ride a stroller to find my little friend and ride home at night. Whenever wild vegetables grow wildly in Shan Ye, my friends and I go to the backyard and Xiaoxiling to dig wild vegetables. How many afternoons and evenings, we returned home with a full load, the afterglow of the sunset reflected the path, and the road was filled with our happy laughter. As I grew up, the stroller was no longer suitable for me. Slowly, the stroller was abandoned in the corner. Until one time, my brother came to my house and saw the stroller at a glance. When I left, my mother asked me to give the stroller to my brother, and I agreed without thinking. Since then, the stroller has disappeared from my sight.
I haven't thought about this stroller for a long time. Until a walk, in the chat of my parents, I got the origin of the stroller. I was shocked. It turned out that dad bought the stroller with cloth. When I was 4 years old, my father's company gave me welfare. No one used a piece of cloth to make clothes, but my father abandoned it. He traded this piece of cloth, which could have made himself a new dress, for a stroller. So I have a stroller.
From that day on, the stroller often appeared in my mind and dreams. ...
Miss the days of childhood composition 7 Our only wealth is that we have a lifetime.
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Childhood, an indispensable part of life, is happy, naive and limited.
Recalling the childhood scene, Sakyamuni happened yesterday, full of happiness, not only raised a smile on his face. I remember once, my mother bought me two chickens. Plush and lovely, don't mention how much you like them. I thought of them at dinner and gave them cookies. I didn't know what they ate at that time. I thought they were like me. I thought of them when I slept, so I put them under the bed for fear that they might catch cold. Unexpectedly, they died in a few days. For this, I was sad for a long time. I regard them as friends. Now that I think about it, it was stupid then.
When I was a child, I was very happy when I went to my grandparents' house to play. I catch insects in the village, climb trees with my friends in the same village, pick fruits from the trees together, and catch tadpoles in the pond together. At that time, I didn't have to worry about my homework. I just played carefree and stayed at home late. At that time, the first thing to do when I went home was to watch TV and play all day.
Now, with the growth of age, childhood has gradually left us. Countless homework, facing the pressure from parents and teachers, not only feel how happy childhood is. When we were young, we didn't want to leave our parents for a moment, and now we are strangers.
Childhood, it has disappeared, but it still haunts our minds deeply. It's like a movie, and it will be memorable after watching it.
Ah, childhood, it is naive, happy and carefree, it is our eternal wealth.
I miss my childhood. My childhood is picturesque, just like the scenery depicted by a colored pen. I miss my childhood days and write 500 words. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I am over 13 years old, but I still miss my childhood.
I remember once, the whole family went to work in the fields, leaving my little sister and me at home. I feel depressed, so I want to have some fun. Grandpa used to be a barber. I think it must be delicious. Suddenly, a cat meowed and caught my attention. I wrote an interesting composition about childhood, and a 500-word composition about missing childhood. I told my little sister what I thought, and she readily agreed.
But the cat was so vigilant that neither my little sister nor I could catch it. We are as angry as deflated balloons. I also have a good idea, that is, the temptation of food. As I expected, we caught the cat obediently. I began to work on my plan. I asked my sister to put the kitten on the stool and began to "beautify" the cat with scissors. After the beauty treatment, I was very satisfied with my masterpiece. My little sister and I clapped our hands to congratulate each other. A cat that can bear hardships has lost its beard, its hair has become uneven, like a chicken nest, and its nails on its claws have disappeared. Unexpectedly, the door slammed and grandpa came in. He must have heard the cat barking, but when he saw us, his face turned from cloudy to sunny. My sister and I are leaving generate. Grandpa stroked our heads and said, "How did the cat become like this?" I said, "You are idle. Let's go and cut the cat's hair." Grandpa smiled, and he no longer blamed us. Later, I learned that a cat's beard is used to measure the size of a mouse hole. Do you find it ridiculous?
It still bothers me to think of it. But now I have to face a mountain of homework every day, and I feel deeply unhappy at all
I really miss my childhood!
I miss my childhood. My childhood is like that five-flavor bottle, with happiness, trouble and sadness. What impressed me most was that my aunt took me to Beihai Silver Beach to find crabs.
When I arrived at Beihai Silver Beach, I couldn't wait to rush to the sea. One by one, the waves scratched my feet from time to time. When I chased them, they returned to the arms of mother sea with a smile. I laughed, and the naughty little waves amused me. Then we started looking for crabs at the seaside. Suddenly, an overbearing little thing jumped into my sight. I quickly reached for it, but when I saw the swinging pliers, I immediately shrank my hand back for fear of being caught. And this little crab took the opportunity to escape, and I went to find the target dejectedly. This time, I will use my "secret weapon". I stared at the ground tightly for fear of letting go of any "prey". After many troubles, I found a small hole-the crab's home. So I was determined, picked up a shovel and began to work, haha! Find the target! The little guy is drilling hard into the soil! This time, I won't miss the opportunity. I picked up a shovel, scooped up the little crab and put it in a small bucket with crabs. With the successful experience of catching crabs for the first time, I am not afraid of the second or third time. Soon, my bucket was full of crabs, and my heart was full of the joy of harvest. It's getting late, and I reluctantly bid farewell to the sea.
The fun of childhood is always unforgettable. My childhood is so happy!
I miss my childhood. 10 childhood is like a colorful box, which contains my happiness and my laughter. When I open the box, memory is a pearl in the box, which will shine forever in the long river of my memory.
As long as I can remember, I think the funniest thing is to go to my hometown for a summer vacation and come to the seaside happily.
At the seaside, rows of coconut trees, large and small, came into view. The sea here is clear, the sand is fine and soft, and the sun has just woken up. Mom and dad are sunbathing, and the sea breeze is blowing gently. I excitedly dug a hole in the beach with a small shovel. It took me a lot of effort to dig a big hole of 20 cm, and then I waited quietly by. After a while, a young man who was watching his mobile phone finally came over. I thought it was another "low-headed family" and was about to be caught. I saw him coming and stepping into the hole, and he fell down with a "ah". His mobile phone flew, and when he got up, his face was covered with sand. I secretly chuckled, I thought it was so obvious that I couldn't see it. I pretended to walk over and learn to see things. I looked around and fell on the beach with an empty "ah" and ate a big mouthful of sand. I really deserve it. If I knew, I wouldn't pretend.
Time is like an hourglass, and it goes by slowly. Those innocent childhood days are gone forever, and those childhood friends are scattered. When we grow up, we can only look up at the stars and miss the fun of childhood together.