Childhood junior high school composition

In normal study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is the composition I collected for you in the first day of childhood, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Childhood composition 1 Childhood is colorful. There are many interesting things in childhood. They are fragrant flowers, like boxes full of many secrets, and like grape racks full of countless grapes. ...

Every time I go out to eat, I see adults drinking red wine with relish and turning red wine into "manna". Whenever I see adults talking and laughing while drinking red wine, I secretly think: red wine should be delicious! Why else do adults like to drink red wine? I really wanted to taste red wine at that time.

On a Saturday in the next semester of Grade Three, the three of us were invited to the Shangri-La Hotel for a wedding reception. The food at the wedding banquet was so rich that it makes my mouth water now. As soon as I sat in my seat, I found some rose-red liquid in the cup in front of everyone. At that time, I thought it was bayberry juice! The wedding has begun. When the bride and groom finished their toast, the master of ceremonies said, "Let's drink to the couple!" " "All the adults in the room stood up and raised their glasses on the table. I also raised my glass and asked my mother, "Mom, can I drink?" Mom replied, "Yes. "But my mother's eyes are always on the bride and groom. I suspect that my mother heard me wrong and asked again and again, but my mother always nodded. So, after the "cheers" sounded under the stage, I also learned to drink it off like an adult. " Ouch! This juice tastes so bad! "At this point, my tongue is as hot as eating a big red pepper. After a while, his face turned red, like a cooked prawn. Mom just came to her senses and said with a smile, "I thought you were asking me if I could drink orange juice!" " "Listen to my mother, I also burst out laughing.

Ah! The interesting stories of my childhood really left me with endless memories.

The first composition of childhood 2 "finished!" I clung to the tail of childhood and wouldn't let it slip away. But I fought with teenagers, and my childhood was full of injuries, but I still dragged its tail and left like a suit. "Damn it!" So, I stepped into a teenager from an early age.

It's really interesting to recall my childhood. I was so carefree all the time, but now my mother and grandmother are saying, "Liu Hao!" " Look at you, how big is the gap between your grades and primary school! I can't get the first place in every exam. What should I do if I get the first place in the exam? Not only that, even my hair can't escape their "universal magic sound": "Liu Hao, you see your hair has grown to your ears, so it's time to cut it, huh?" "No, I want to have long hair!" "hmm? Really? I think you haven't tasted being beaten for a long time. " That "gentle" voice stimulated my eardrum, and before long, my poor Jane's pride fell to the outside world when the barber's ruthless "scissors" fell. Hey! Who told us that we are not as old and tall as they are?

Not only that, there is also a famous "national Covenant" at home, which is to ban my right to watch TV and open conditions for me to read books. To put it bluntly, TV is not allowed to watch, only allowed to watch as a document, so TV is "out of favor".

In fact, I also know that these "supervisors" are all for our own good, and we "prisoners" who are locked up in "prisons" still have five years in prison. After these five years, we will be "out of prison". I will always remember: "Only after suffering can I become a master."

Childhood is like a boat, full of candy, toys and joy. Childhood is more like a golden river, and every wave of it contains our childhood past. This wave is close to danger, and that wave is extremely happy. In a word, this river carries my beautiful dream and sets me free. I am naive, but I still remember one thing.

It was when I was five years old, and there was a beautiful and colorful petal at home, which looked like an innocent butterfly from a distance. Sometimes, I will stand on a small bench and watch for a long time. But unconsciously, I found it a fly in the ointment-lack of fragrance, so I felt a little pity. If this potted flower has a charming fragrance, I don't know how good it is. Then I found some bottles of perfume on my mother's dresser, so I had a good idea.

One day, while my mother was away, I sneaked into her dressing table, carefully selected a charming bottle of perfume, carefully took it out and moved it to a small bench. I stood on a small bench, unscrewed the perfume lid effortlessly and poured it into the flowers. After a while, the smell of the room came to the nose.

When my mother came back in the afternoon and smelled a charming fragrance, she asked me. "Why is there a charming fragrance at home?" So, I told my mother in detail, and my mother smiled and said to me; "It's silly of you to pour the perfume into the flowerpot. Instead of helping it, you add salt and vinegar to the flowerpot, which eventually leads to the sacrifice of flowers in vain. "

The next day, the butterfly petals turned yellow, and a few days later, the flowers withered unfortunately. At this time, I know that I must think clearly, think carefully before doing it, and think twice before acting, otherwise I will make jokes or even make mistakes. You must understand everything first, and you can't copy it mechanically.

Childhood is colorful, warm and lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, but what about the fun of childhood?

I am a girl from the north. When I was young, I liked to play in the ice and snow, have snowball fights and make snowmen. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, one after another, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking forward to the world, I can only see snowflakes fluttering, like petals blowing to the ground, spinning in succession; Like the seven fairies scattered flowers, flying all over the sky. Standing in the snow is like squatting on a cotton gin. You can only see countless cotton flowers blowing towards you and covering you with white flowers.

When I got up in the morning, the wind stopped and the snow stopped. Open the door, a white cold light stung people dazzled. So, my brother and cousin and I picked up shovels and built a snowman in the yard, with a white body, a round head, black eyes made of coal balls and a cotton nose, and it was upturned! My cousin painted the snowman's mouth in red ink again. He is laughing at us! My brother made a beautiful hat for the snowman with a piece of red paper. The snowman suddenly became more arrogant! When the snowman piled up, it was another big fight. My cousin threw a snowball and attacked me when I was not looking. Fortunately, it's not big or medium. When I fought back, he was hit by my brother's snowball. Snowball was painted on my cousin's head, and the yard was full of laughter. Not convinced, my cousin picked up a snowball and hit his brother. After repeated attacks, the laughter in the yard grew louder.

How interesting childhood is! The fun of childhood brought me joy, and childhood was really good.

Use appearance description, action description, language description and psychological description to set off the vivid image of the characters and the appropriate environmental description. How interesting childhood is! The fun of childhood brought me joy, and childhood was really good.

The first composition of childhood 5 childhood life is always colorful, with red and yellow, blue and green; Childhood life is always delicious, with ups and downs; Childhood life is always worth remembering, with happiness and distress. My life is more colorful, let me introduce it to you!

The embarrassment of childhood

There is always an indelible smile on that tender face.

Just after June 1st, my father bought me a new skirt, which I always loathe to wear. After taking a shower that day, I put on that new skirt and went to the hill next to the house to show off to my friends. It just rained and the ground was particularly slippery. I accidentally fell from the mountain and was covered in mud.

I don't know where I got the courage. I didn't cry, but my mouth was covered with mud and I smiled stupidly. There is a hole in the new skirt I just put on, and my delicate skin is scratched. Even Lian Gang's washed body was covered with mud.

Looking at my embarrassment, my friends laughed.

The fun of learning in childhood

Childhood life is carefree, playing every day.

I loved studying at that time. I pestered my mother from the shop, bought storybooks, pens and notebooks, and began to copy fairy tales.

When I was a child, I couldn't write a word. I just write one by one. Now I think it's as interesting as painting. Although there was only one article, I copied it for a whole week.

After copying, I looked at my work and learned very comfortably. But now pick it up, this is really the ugliest word.

How time flies! A few years have passed in a blink of an eye. The gentle smile before is gone. Whenever I open the photo album of my memory, I always relive the fun of my childhood. There are too many short films in my memory, which are worth remembering.

Childhood is a dream, which brought me into the fantasy of the dream. Childhood is a flower, which shows me the world of flowers. Childhood is a clump of grass, which makes me see the tenacity of grass.

My hometown is in the countryside. I was at home that summer vacation. My mother said, "Today we are going to the countryside to accompany our grandparents." I read, "Good." We will go to the country as soon as we are ready.

Rural and rural friends go to the river to enjoy the cool. We sat by the river and felt very cool and comfortable. I saw a group of small fish swimming over. They are very happy, sometimes chasing and playing, sometimes looking for food, sometimes standing still, sometimes swimming slowly, naughtily spitting bubbles. How interesting! I can't help but go to the river to say hello to my friends and catch fish.

I rolled up my sleeves and couldn't wait to grab them because I was inexperienced. As soon as I reached out my hand, the little fish ran away. I didn't catch any fish, but the water splashed high and hit my face. Not to mention, because the center of gravity is in front, my hand is deeply stuck in the mud. When you look at the water, those two big black claws can't see any flesh color. Angry and funny, I had to find a new school of fish.

I walked slowly along the river and found a new goal. Hey! Headed by this group of fish is a big and fat carp, which looks very appetizing. This time I learned my lesson and didn't rush to do it. I crept up to the fish and gently reached into the water to catch it. The older the wiser. This big fish is really clever. As soon as its tail wagged, it left the dangerous area with a whoosh. Although it ran away, I was unwilling, and then I grabbed it with a jerk. Because I pushed too hard, I jumped into the water and shouted, "ouch!" " The dirty water in the river poured into his mouth. My friends on the shore looked at me in this mess and laughed their heads off. ...

Childhood is really interesting!

Childhood fantasies are full of innocence, innocence, innocence and interest, and it is these childlike interests that enrich my childhood life.

I watched a lot of TV plays when I was a child, but most of the content on TV was the high queen and the magic princess. So I imagined that one day, I was flying in the sky in beautiful clothes, my long shawl was swaying with the dance, standing on the clouds, watching many interesting and beautiful things and music in the world.

At that time, I was the best of my friends, including studying, playing games, skating and so on, all of which were my strengths. I taught them all, and every time I think about it, I can't help getting carried away. That time we skated together, and they all skated. I couldn't stand up and said to them, "I'd better pull you to skate." You can still skate by yourself! " "I taught them my skating skills, and they learned to skate according to my guidance. I dragged them on the ice and watched the beautiful sunset. " Shit, the sun is going down, and we slide home one by one. No one can compare with me. It took me a long time to get home before they sneaked home.

Among my friends, I have always been regarded as a queen, a powerful queen, a self-righteous, arrogant queen, and a queen full of fantasies. But now I know that I am not a high-ranking queen, but an ordinary girl, a girl whose dreams are shattered, a girl with many friends, a girl who is an equal with others, and an ordinary-looking girl.

My dream disappeared with the passage of time, disappeared in the long river of memory, disappeared in the rings of years, disappeared in the childhood that grew up day by day. Gradually forget.

I have lived in a mining area since I was a child, so my life is completely out of touch with rural life, and there is no paradise for childhood. If I have to say it reluctantly, it is the hillside behind grandma's yard.

It is not as big as Lu Xun's Herbal Garden, nor so many creatures and stories, but there are several trees, shrubs and flowers, which constitute my childhood paradise.

The tree is short and small, but its bark is funny, and a worker becomes a whistle. People in the tree generally call it "honey", and the sound it blows out is very nice, like the chirping of birds, like the sound of running water in a stream, like the sound of soft wind, crisp, euphemistic, intoxicating and loud, even better than Beethoven's Moonlight!

The grass is very short. The advantage is that grasshoppers have nowhere to run. I can catch a lot of grasshoppers without blowing off the dust, put them in a transparent glass jar, lie down with stationery in my hand, hold the bottle up to the sky and watch a few grasshoppers fight carefully. It tastes very special.

The flowers are small, beautiful and small. Often touched by my roots. It is yellow and white, and everything is so lovely, so small and so charming. Although it is not fragrant, it grows tenaciously on a hillside, which makes people feel deeply warm. It immediately turned into a small flower more fragrant than a rose.

I grew up little by little, and the hillside changed little by little. Gradually, it was finally leveled and paved with a long and difficult railway. My childhood dream was eradicated little by little until it was completely gone. Then I understood that I had embarked on the road of life.

"Well," the train came.

I was born a baby, and now it's almost 13 years. 13 years is not short in my life journey. How many years can my life have? More than 5,000 days passed by me like running water, never to return. The wonderful childhood has quietly passed away, and I can't help but sigh that time flies. The old saying "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly." It's true and it's for everyone.

In half a year, I will be admitted to the middle school, and every student will go his own way. Although a wonderful childhood can leave a mark on my life, I can't start over. This is the law of time. Nothing can change it. Time goes by endlessly, and nothing can stop it. Even if everything is destroyed, time is still turning.

In my opinion, life is long, because life has to go through many ups and downs; Life is short, because life always passes so quickly. Unconsciously, we have spent five years in primary school. If we don't cherish time and grasp every minute, our lives will be wasted and we will not be useful to society. Remember that time is too fast for you to think, time will not give you a choice, and you have no right to choose. In the face of time, everyone is weak, and you have various abilities.

I feel that its passage does not give people a chance to pass.

Childhood composition 10'' hoo, hoo ... "When I turned my head, I suddenly heard a voice. Who is that singing ... The naughty autumn wind is blowing my ears, and the annoying autumn wind is teasing me. It slapped my face with a little coolness. Maybe it wants to tell me that it's cold. Along the way, I met many old classmates. Although we have separated, our friendship is still there because it is in my heart. Autumn wind is a little sweet, so sweet! The autumn wind is bleak. I look at the rice on the roadside. A large piece is golden and fills your eyes. Rice swayed in the breeze, as if greeting Sister Qiu Feng. When Sister Qiu Feng is happy, she will paint them with gold, which will make them more eye-catching! Autumn is in our village, and that autumn is also walking under the eaves of others. What is she doing? You see, as long as you watch this scene, you will know that everyone is moving the cocoons of autumn silkworms under the eaves! The smell of cocoon is so strong that I seem to smell autumn. Autumn is everywhere at this time, and there are shadows of autumn in the fields and under the eaves of others. It is the aftermath of summer, the preparatory staff in winter and the busyness in autumn. After picking cocoons, farmers have to start carrying those golden and full rice home. Autumn represents the passing of warm season and the coming of calm season. Autumn is charity, which makes the faces of hard-working people full of a bitter experience, because they get their due harvest. Autumn, what a charming scenery, I want to use my heart paper to describe your beautiful face!

What is the relationship between the age of 1 1 and these two seemingly unrelated words? With the constant changes of the times and the continuous development of science and technology, high-rise buildings have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and the countryside seems to have left us. The pastoral scenery has also left us. We will never see any ponds, forests and peaks again. On the contrary, we just see that the higher the building is, the faster the car runs. We can't play the games that mom and dad played when they were children anymore. There are only more and more homework and heavier schoolbags every day.

What the elders told us about their lives and childhood can only be called "stories" because it can't happen in real society. My grandfather said that when they were young, they only had two books and several notebooks, wrapped in cloth and tied with a knot. Where can I find such a heavy schoolbag? An article by Lu Xun mentioned that his life in his hometown was much happier than that in a private school. You can catch shrimp, watch a play with friends, and you don't have to read complicated poems in the Book of Songs. In the previous farming era, people followed the law of sunrise and sunset, eating whole grains, and children herded cattle every day, which was very leisurely and their health was much better than that of people sitting in front of computers all day.

Elders often use some words to educate us, that is, "born without knowing happiness" and "don't study hard when conditions are good" But have you thought about it? Our family was not poor before, but now it is getting better with the changes of the times. There is no comparability between the two. Besides, in this era of good conditions, are we wrong? Should we lose our happy childhood? As the Chinese teacher said, our childhood was happy, but not happy.

The first composition of childhood 12 childhood is a small river, a negligible river in the sea of memory. However, what impresses me most is often this seemingly simple but unforgettable river.

I am an interesting child, although I am a girl. When I was a child, I either stopped playing and ran out after finishing my homework. Perhaps because of my cleverness, I can finish my homework as long as I listen carefully, and it is basically correct, with occasional mistakes. The results are not bad, and sometimes you can get into the top few without reviewing before the exam. However, I slowly began to realize that this was not enough.

I looked exhausted after a long English class. This is the last class today, and I can't help feeling excited. But the teacher still said something that bothered me: "Take Unit 8 tomorrow, go back and review, and don't fail the exam!" "I went home early to finish my homework and struggled internally:" Do I want to review? "! Still going to play! Today is a good time to play computer, but I am already a primary school student. I should review before the exam! "I picked up the English book and watched the words floating in front of my eyes. I can't help feeling disgusted and my mind is beginning to get confused. I thought, "Anyway, the more confused you are when you review, the worse you may do in the exam." Forget it! " "Finally, I put down my English book. ...

The test paper was handed out, and I glanced through it quickly. Oh, no, one of the questions in the written test is a phrase. I just didn't review and forgot how to spell it. I began to get nervous and my mind began to get confused. As a result, even the reading questions were wrong. I regret it. If I read more English books, I can get high marks. As I expected, I only got 85 points in this exam. The teacher also criticized me.

Fun is not a good thing! I finally understand that "diligence is meritorious and drama is useless"!

Childhood 13 childhood is like an ink painting, the most splendid fireworks in our life, the lamp that makes electricity for our dreams in the dark, a boat in Wang Yang, a piece of innocence that can never be found, and a story that people will remember all their lives.

My childhood memory is simple, simple, naive, but beautiful. I remember when I was four or five years old, I once did a big stupid thing. That day, my mother and I went to the river to wash clothes. Suddenly, a beautiful shadow flashed before my eyes. It turned out to be a fish. I was so excited when I saw it that I forgot my last name long ago. I rolled up my sleeves and trouser legs and walked carefully in the water, for fear of disturbing the fish in the water, and crept close to the fish. Pick up the bucket floating on the water, scoop it hard and scoop up a big bucket of fish. Pick up one, walk up to my mother and show off my glorious deeds in front of her. But she just smiled and didn't say much. I thought she was too lazy to talk to me, so she ran away to play by herself. Suddenly I remembered my father's words-"As you sow, you reap." So I thought, "these small fish are really beautiful. If they are planted in the ground, they will certainly grow more small fish." From the beginning, I started to act. A few days later, I went to "harvest". Not only did the small fish not grow, but even the seeds were gone. I was so anxious that I sat on the ground and burst into tears. This is when my mother heard the voice and asked me why, so I told my mother what happened. But she burst out laughing.

Childhood is fleeting, but the simplicity and simplicity of children, like a bright light in the dark, always warms everyone's heart.

I thought I would always live so carefree. I thought I could continue to grow under the care of my childhood. I thought I could still sleep peacefully in countless days and nights. I used to think so, I used to think so with beautiful ideals and youthful vitality. However, this is it. However, it makes my hopeful chest and body tremble, tremble and bleed in the days to come! I try to change, try to save, try to get rid of this chain-like bondage! However, it is this! What did I get? It is a cavity full of imprisoned blood and an irresistible bloody heart!

Youth, youth, youth is the sunrise in early spring, the grass that is about to drip, and the flowers that are in full bloom! Youth is free and unrestrained! Should youth be bound? Should youth be erased? Don't! Not at all! I never want it either! I don't want to step into the black swamp that ruined many children's childhood and dreams! I don't want me to cry helplessly there again!

I didn't object or resist at that time. According to my parents' wishes, I carry a tutorial bag through the crowd every Sunday, taking "Don't let your children lose at the starting line" as the slogan, absorbing various formulas and theorems in the school. The scenery outside the window is dazzling, but I have no time to take care of even a second of fireworks in the cycle of time. This time, I didn't get the grades my parents expected, but I got diseases and depression that most of my peers didn't want. If I had broken through the obstacles at that time, I would not have died young, disillusioned, made mistakes in my youth and had obstacles in my heart.

Now it's my turn to decide everything. I'm sure I won't make the same mistake and choose the previous road.

On my desk, there are two schoolbags, one is a brand-new schoolbag I just bought, and the other is a schoolbag that has been worn for four years, and the strap has been sewn countless times. ...

I changed my new schoolbag and ignored my old one. The old schoolbag that I usually take care of in every way is already air in my heart, and people will inevitably like the new and hate the old.

I remember once, I was bullied by my neighbor, who laughed at me for buying a new schoolbag and praised me. My anger rushed to my heart, but I was afraid to get even with my neighbors. When I got home, I saw the old schoolbag on my desk and wanted to take it out on me. I just waved my fist. Suddenly, I saw Mickey Mouse, a cartoon character on my schoolbag, sitting there smiling at me, and I hesitated. Every three days, I will bathe my schoolbag. At that time, I loved it wholeheartedly and didn't let it get any harm ... Now four years later, I still have to treat it with my fist. I immediately put down my fist and bathed my old schoolbag. Mickey Mouse on the schoolbag is still so clear. Suddenly, the old schoolbag seemed as brand-new as it was four years ago, and I suddenly understood something.

"Mom, I'm going to carry my old schoolbag back, and I won't carry a new schoolbag until the old schoolbag is completely worn out." I said to my mother.

So I went to school and went home with this childhood "friend" and experienced the wind and rain together.