Memories of childhood stories are 400 words.

A 400-word composition about interesting childhood stories

Childhood fun

Everyone's childhood has many funny things, and I am no exception. Now let me open the video of my childhood and watch this hilarious moment!

That was when I learned to ride a bike in my hometown. As soon as I got on the bike, I asked my father to help me first. Under the guidance of my father, I made progress bit by bit. In two hours, I will ride a bike. I thought I was already riding very well, so I used grandma's big bike to ride. At first, it went well, so I got on the village bridge, but I fell halfway and cried on the way. Fortunately, I met my neighbor's uncle because he wanted to come to my house for tea and chat with my father. Uncle said, "you can't ride your grandmother's big bike because you just learned to ride it." You should ride a small bike that suits you so that you don't fall. " After listening to my uncle, I bowed my head in shame. So I asked my uncle to take me home by bike. On the way, I thought; What happened today is too dangerous. When I got home, I looked at my bike and said to myself

: "Why don't you listen? It caused me to fall a lot and made me lose confidence in my cycling skills! "

Although this matter has passed, it is not only interesting to think of it now, but also a truth: what is suitable for others may not be suitable for yourself. And learn things slowly, step by step, don't worry, so as to learn well.

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I wrote it myself. Can it be the best? LZ can see for himself.

"Second" childhood teacher memories, about 400 words.

1. Some people say, "Many teachers are greedy for fame and wealth, many teachers are snobbish, and many teachers only care about themselves and ignore others." But I said that my teacher is not only a beautiful person in appearance, but also a beautiful person in heart.

She has been teaching me since my first grade in primary school. In the six years in this primary school, the teachers are the same every day. That is to devote himself wholeheartedly to his daily energy, teach every lesson well, and never covet money.

Her surname is Geng, in her early thirties, with long hair, big eyes, small nose, cherry mouth and white skin. She is beautiful and amiable.

She faces us with a smile every day. She is very serious in class, but she often makes us happy. We are best friends after class; When encountering difficulties, it is a lifesaver; Usually like another mother who loves us.

She is my Chinese teacher and head teacher. Every day, she is always the first to come and the last to leave. She will give us lessons every day and take care of her family when she gets home. She never complains about anyone, hard-working, diligent, humorous and smiling at others.

I am very happy every day with him. Teacher, you are like a candle, burning yourself to illuminate others; You are like an ocean of knowledge, a long bridge leading to the coast of knowledge; You are a towering tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain; You are a diligent gardener, and you have nurtured us with sweat. Every achievement of ours contains your hard work and sweat.

When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.

Teacher, every time I think of you, I can't help but feel a warm current in my heart, and my mood can't help but wave. You are a lovely and respectable teacher in my heart.

Teacher, without your care, encouragement and understanding, I am like that falling yellow leaf. Teacher, I will live up to your expectations, study hard, make contributions to society and repay you when I grow up.

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In the wonderful four years, I met a Chinese teacher. She still appears in my mind from time to time,

Smile at me. She has bright eyes, long curly hair wrapped around her chest, medium build, and often wears a black and white skirt. This is my second-grade Chinese teacher-

Miss Wang.

The teacher is very responsible for us. I remember one time, I was absorbed in practicing calligraphy stroke by stroke. Unconsciously, the teacher came to my side with light steps. She leaned down and stared at my handwriting. At this time, I just finished practicing calligraphy, and my hands are a little sore. I am looking for a teacher's evaluation. I looked up to meet the kind eyes of the teacher, and my heart was warm. The teacher bent down and said kindly, "Liang, your handwriting is really beautiful." It is the word' forehead', and the left half is a bit big. " I immediately realized my mistake, read the book carefully and found the shortcomings. The teacher took my hand and propped it on my back. Her long fluttering hair slipped from my head, so soft that I couldn't help feeling a warm current. Then, the teacher wrote one carefully in my Tian Zige.

The word "forehead", and then patted me on the back, as if telling me to pay attention to the structure of each word in the future. Since then, whenever I play, I often recall that warm scene, so that I have learned a good word now.

Teachers are also very strict. Once, when I was doing an exercise, I made a mistake. The teacher severely criticized me and told me with stern eyes that it is never right to make careless mistakes. Now, I have formed a serious habit. No matter what homework I do, I will check it carefully, so that I will never make mistakes in the exam because of carelessness again. I know this is inseparable from the strict requirements of our teachers at ordinary times. I thank my teacher.

Teachers are like a bright lighthouse, guiding us to the confusion of out of the dark and the success of sunshine.

I love my teacher.

The famous saying "Teachers are engineers of human soul" was put forward by Gary Ning, who said: "Many teachers often forget that they should be educators, and educators are engineers of human soul." The meaning of soul here refers to thought and spirit, not morality, or at least it is not morality yet, or at least society is not qualified to accuse teachers of not being the embodiment of morality. On the occasion of Teacher's Day, New Oriental specially collected a large number of essays about Teacher's Day. I hope all teachers will have a happy holiday and good health.

They played an extremely important role in my growth; They, when I made a little success, even if it was only progress, showed a gratified smile; They, when I was frustrated or depressed, encouraged me with that kind words; They helped me to succeed step by step. ...

They are hard-working teachers.

Since I was six or seven years old, my teacher has become another important person in my life. In my vague memory, I saw countless beloved, dear and lovely teachers. Yes, teachers are the most glorious profession under the sun, and I love them! What impressed me the most was Mr. Shen, the head teacher of my sixth grade primary school.

Miss Shen is a very young female teacher who teaches mathematics. In mathematics, what Mr. Shen requires is understanding.

Teacher Shen is not only beautiful, but also beautiful in heart.

I was sick that time, but I didn't realize it until I got up in the morning, so I didn't have time to ask for leave. Going to class the next day, she asked me why, and I answered truthfully. She didn't blame me for not taking time off from school, but also asked me about my physical condition with concern.

When I was in the sixth grade, I was the monitor, and I had to take care of all the big and small things in my class, even the trivial ones. Because of the rush of time, I am often too busy to attend to one thing and lose sight of another, and the class work is not handled very well. Teacher Shen doesn't blame me for not being good at managing the class, but patiently tutored me and taught me how to do the class work step by step.

On that occasion, Mr. Shen received the notice of the election of the brigade members from the school and informed me as soon as possible, so that I could be prepared. Because I didn't have much experience at that time, I was in a hurry and didn't even introduce myself. Later, of course, Mr. Shen came forward to help. After I entered the highest level of Young Pioneers in our school, I got along well with my teammates in different grades and classes (all squad leaders in the class), and asked if I didn't understand ... In the brigade department, I not only made good friends, but also improved my working ability. And these are inseparable from Mr. Shen.

Teacher Shen has given me so much, so much, how can I finish it in a few words? ! No matter in school, life or work, Mr. Shen is my pillar.

There are thousands of words to say. Miss Shen-Thank you!

400 words of childhood memory happened at home.

What a memorable childhood, full of innocence and joy! That interesting past made me laugh with endless aftertaste!

When I was 6 years old. One day, my father bought a fish. In the evening, dad cooks fish to eat. I took a bite, ah! It is really delicious! It's delicious on earth! After eating this fish, I thought: Although the fish is delicious, it is just too expensive. As the saying goes: As you sow, you reap what you sow, and that kind of fish will also reap! Do it.

The next day, I said to my friend Xiaoming, "Xiaoming, let's raise fish together!" " "Xiao Ming agreed." Well, let's go to the hillside to raise fish. "You dig a hole and I raise fish. "I command xiao Ming, while out of the bag.

A fishbone came out. I put the fishbone in the hole dug by Xiaoming. Xiao Ming said doubtfully, "Can fish really be planted?" "Of course!" I said with great knowledge. Say that finish, I confidently poured water into the pit, and then high.

Run home happily.

Later, I went to see my fish every day. I didn't know it was impossible to raise fish in this way, but I waited naively day after day. I didn't know what was going on until I grew up.

Ah, childhood is gone forever. Everyone has only one childhood. If a miracle happens, I want to go back to that childhood full of innocence and joy.

The content of childhood is about 400 words.

A brief introduction to childhood;

Alisha is three years old. Since he lost his father, his mother varvara gave him to his grandfather Kashlin for support. When Aletha came to grandpa's house, grandpa's possessions had begun to decline, and grandpa became more and more overbearing and grumpy.

His mother abandoned him and left home because she couldn't stand such a life. But in this dirty environment, there is another kind of person, another kind of life. There are optimistic, simple little Zokan and upright old worker Gregory. All this made Alisha happy and sad.

Mother taught alessa to read, but the torture of life gradually made her careless, and she often lost her temper and pulled a long face. Later, when his mother remarried, Aletha lost interest in everything around him and tried to avoid adults and wanted to live alone.

Due to disagreement with her stepfather, Aletha returned to her grandpa's house, and grandpa went bankrupt completely! Their lives are getting harder and harder. In order to make ends meet, Aletha and his neighbor's children teamed up to collect junk and sell it after school.

At the same time, I also felt friendship and sympathy. But it also attracted criticism from the school. He finished the third grade with honors and left the classroom of the school forever. At this time, Alisha's mother died. After he buried his mother, he soon went to the "human world" to make a living.

"Wu" wrote about 400 words of childhood memories.

Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, childhood is like a cup of light tea, let you aftertaste; Childhood is like a rainbow of storms; Colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable; Just like that winding path, it makes you grow. The wind can't blow away this warm memory; Rain is falling all can't hide this moving melody, only the lovely sunshine shines and is preserved. ....

Looking back on those unremarkable childhood events, although small, those memories are so touching, because with these memories, you can make continuous progress, keep pursuing and grow. Childhood is always reminiscent. Recalling the colorful dream, recalling the time when Yaya learned the language, recalling the time when she just learned to walk, the first time when she stepped onto the stage, the first time when she called her parents, the first time ..... that moment,

That shot suddenly appeared in front of your eyes.

It was an unforgettable memory, an unforgettable childhood. On the day when I first took up my new schoolbag and went to school, I was finally able to go to school like other children. For me, this is my historic moment. My parents photographed this most happy and unforgettable appearance with a camera, which became the most gratifying thing for my parents. It has also become the happiest portrayal of my family. This unforgettable moment, so beautiful and sweet, has always appeared in my mind. However, beauty is only the past. In the long days, after repeated tempering, I honed myself as hard and weak as steel. No one will know the pressure of study, and no one will be pitiful. In the autumn when the leaves are falling, there is only hardship and only lost happiness. This is bitter. When I was a child, in the spring when a hundred flowers blossom, my childhood with beautiful dreams passed quickly.

So far, I will not shed tears in the face of the cruelty of reality, and my tears will be covered by that dark cloud. Childhood tears are so weak and stingy. Childhood dreams are colorful, as beautiful as a hundred flowers, unforgettable and unforgettable. At that time, there was no worry or worry. Childhood dreams are like the night sky, so broad and quiet. Childhood dreams are like countless stars. They can only blink, can't talk, are honest and calm ... countless stars are like countless dreams.

Pour it into a little head,

Since then, I have been thinking about countless problems.

Lantianxia

Growing up, dreams in the night sky are like small castles piled on the beach, piled in blue.

Dream by the sea

; My son always likes to play under the banyan tree, and he also likes to sit there quietly and listen to the old man.

An old story.

At that time, the dream was green; When I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown and enjoy the golden leaves flying all over the sky in the autumn when the leaves were falling.

The dream at that time was golden. I always liked dreaming when I was a child. Walking in the dream can't find the exit maze. Being locked in the maze again and again, I feel so confused. In real life, when my fighting spirit is aroused, dreams are the color of fire. ...

Memories make everything in the world quiet, relaxing, warm and remind you of the distance.

Distant dream

, remind you.

in the rain

Rain is falling is a beating melody. When you fall, there is a force watching you, reminding you to fly the paper plane under the blue sky and the dream you expect.

The clock can only go forward, not backward. Childhood has only aftertaste and memories. .....

Childhood has only memories, dreams have only creation, and the future has only struggle. .....

Childhood is a thing of the past. Only by remembering those little things and accumulating more experience can this road get wider and wider. Everyone has his colorful childhood.

Childhood is the most precious thing in life. This is the beginning of your life. If you have it, you have a lifetime. We should cherish it.

Dreams often change. Dreams are the goal that people pursue all their lives. Only struggle, struggle, dreams can be realized, and that will become a reality.

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Only by remembering everything will you feel good …

"Lu" childhood fun composition 400 words.

Author: Lv Qi | School: Luyuan Central Primary School, Zhangjiagang City, Suzhou, Jiangsu Province | Time: 20 13-02-04

"Mom, mom, turn me into a cute little white rabbit."

"Is it like a white rabbit?"

"Ha ha, it's so similar, it's really interesting!" This home is full of laughter and joy of our whole family. Do you want to know what this is about? Then listen to me slowly!

Growing up, I hated washing my hair the most. I cry every time I wash my hair. But one morning, my mother mysteriously said to me, "Baby, shall we have a pattern shampoo today?"

I stare big eyes and look puzzled: I have only heard of synchronized swimming and figure skating, but I have never heard of synchronized shampoo. So I became curious and asked my mother, "What is pattern shampoo?"

"Don't you just try?"

I walked into the bathroom in fear and trembling and stood on the small bench. Mom opened the bottle cap of shampoo, and white shampoo was deposited in my head like the cream I usually eat. Later, my mother sprinkled some water on my little head and wiped my hair with shampoo. Suddenly, there is a small white snowball on my big head, like a crystal clear snowman. I put my hand over my mouth and giggled.

My mother asked me, "What animals do you usually like?"

I thought about it and replied, "I like the white rabbit."

As soon as my voice fell, my mother turned me into a lively little white rabbit with her dexterous hands. I'm so excited. I want my mother to exchange this one with the one next to my mother. My mother is like a magician. The foam on my head is in her hand, and all kinds of shapes are changing. Sometimes like a majestic polar bear, sometimes like a Xiaohua Mall with sharp ears, sometimes like an onion with bright red inside.

This is, naughty father drew white bubbles on my eyebrows, nose and chin. Look, I look like a naive Santa Claus. Dad picked up the camera and only heard a "click" and recorded this wonderful moment. I like patterned shampoo, which can expand my imagination. Now I'm not afraid to wash my hair anymore.

You can cut it appropriately (* _ _ *)

The composition of Interesting Childhood of Qi is about 400 words.

My childhood was colorful, and many interesting things happened in my childhood, such as the stars in the sky. The brightest and brightest one is that one.

One Sunday noon, my mother was sleeping soundly. I was only four years old then. I have no fun. I wandered around the room and somehow came to the mirror. Ah! Why is there a "person" who looks like me walking in front? It's okay if I don't touch it. I was shocked when I touched it. That "man" is actually flat, and he still holds out his hand as if to touch me. I quickly backed off. Ok, how dare you imitate me and see how I deal with you. I slapped, the "person" slapped, I slapped, and the "person" slapped. Oh, it hurts. I feel horrible. I am flat and can move. You can learn from me and hit people. It is broken. It must be a monster. I quickly ran to my mother's bed, grabbed her hand and shouted, "Mom, there is a strange thing over there. He hit me." My mother magically asked me what it was, but I kept pulling my mother in front of the mirror. Strange, there is another monster. I quickly hid behind my mother and couldn't help shivering. Mom looked at it and smiled. I asked, "Mom, what are you laughing at?" Aren't you afraid? "My mother turned to me and said," This is a mirror, not a monster at all. Look at that. "I saw my mother swaying from side to side, and the people in the mirror also swayed from side to side. After my mother told me, I realized that the mirror can "print" people, and people can see their own shadows in the mirror. No wonder * * * what, this also do!

Now whenever I think about it, I still laugh out loud!

2. Interesting childhood stories

What is childhood? It is a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a companion's mystery. ...................... In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I vividly recall the interesting stories of my childhood, my face always glows with ruddy luster. After all, the past is like the murmur of running water in my heart. Once the generation is so eloquent. .....

When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Grandma lives in the country, so many people ride horses from this village to that village. I am envious and want to try riding, but Matthew is too tall for me to ride. I was just about to get on the bus when I saw my grandmother feeding the pigs. I thought pigs were small and easy to eat. As soon as I saw grandma feeding pigs, I went to the pigsty. The pig ran into grandma's garden. The cucumbers and persimmons in it were trampled by pigs. I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree. This time, grandma caught the pig. After she drove the pig into the nest, she said I was too naughty to even ride the pig.

Another time was when I was seven years old. I just learned to ride a bike. I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode bicycles to the square to play, where there was a lot of space. I got there by bike, riding faster and faster, and suddenly I saw an adult riding a bike in front of me. I couldn't stop because I rode too fast. I was about to hit it when my mother called me. I thought to myself, "I'll get hurt if I hit it, and I'm not good at riding." What if I tumble? " I don't know what to do. Then I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay to jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I wasn't hurt, but my car was hit by that man.

Whenever I recall these things, I always giggle, so sweet and so brilliant. It seems that all fascinating memories are vividly reproduced. I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons of youth ... I think childhood is a tree without rings, which will never grow old and will never disappear. ......

3. Interesting childhood stories

When I was a child, I was very naughty. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.

I remember one time I went home and saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly came to my little head, that is, drawing "Facebook", not on paper, but on my father's face. I first found out the paint, pen and water, and then carefully drew a big "king" on my father's forehead, and then used khaki. This is a majestic tiger. After painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and felt sorry for my father's face being painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this. Just as I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him blankly. I burst out laughing. Father looked at me inexplicably. Seeing the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looking at my malicious smile, my father rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found his face painted by me, he ran away without watercolor paint on his face. But I still remember.

Look! How naughty I was when I was a child! It's interesting to think of it until now!

"Ba" recalls 400 words of childhood composition.

Students, you must have played the game of grabbing chairs since you were young! Maybe you have forgotten; Maybe you still remember this game deeply. Today, you followed me to this game that you are familiar with and sometimes forget! Let's feel the happy smile of childhood again!

The first chair grab game began. I went to the playground with my brothers and sisters. With the drums, we turned around quickly. Yes, keep a close eye on the chair, for fear that if you are not careful, the chair will not sit down, but it will be empty; Yes, stride confidently and turn around the chair; As for me, I've been glued to the chair for fear that I can't sit still accidentally. "hey!" It stopped. Luckily, there happened to be a chair next to me. I quickly sat down and saw my brother and sister pushing and shoving there. Suddenly, somehow, my brother sat down on the ground. The game has started again.

As time went by, there was only one chair left. My sister and I also made it to the finals. As the drums sounded, we went up. I stared at the chair intently and touched it from time to time. When I am not leaning against the chair, I fly like an arrow, and when I am leaning against the chair, I tiptoe. My sister seems to be very happy and has been waving her hand. Suddenly, the drums stopped suddenly. Somehow, my sister carefully sat me in the treasure seat of the champion. At that moment, I was really happy! Grandma announced that I won the championship this time. My sister's face is still full of smiles as if nothing had happened.

The second scene also brought us happy laughter.

This game reminds us of childhood and relives the world of laughter.