A composition with many interesting childhood idioms?

(1) Idioms about interesting childhood stories

innocent

Naive and ignorant

young and ignorant

harmful

Naughty, hold your head high

hasty

(of infants) babbling

Dancing with knives and sticks

Love sth so much that you can't let it go.

give sb the glad eye

In a flash

be as happy as a lark

follow one's own inclinations

Weird, sharp, sharp breathing

merrymaking

Crying and howling

Snuff and tears

Smile with a cheeky smile

Spoiled and kind.

Run around

(2) The composition "Interesting Childhood" has eight idioms and four good sentences with main contents.

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

I am a girl from the north. When I was a child, 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.

⑶ There are 10 idioms describing interesting childhood stories.

Idioms describing interesting childhood stories

innocent

Naive and ignorant

young and ignorant

harmful

Naughty pranks

Chest out and abdomen in

hasty

(of infants) babbling

Dancing with knives and sticks

Can you write too many idioms in this composition?

Childhood is like a palette, which keeps turning and turning, bringing out my colorful memories: childhood is like a Rubik's cube, turning and turning gently, turning out my joys and sorrows.

I still remember that year, my father came back from a business trip and brought me a beautiful clay doll. This little clay doll has chocolate skin. A little sky blue coat, a little pink skirt and emerald shoes, not to mention how chic. A pair of big eyes are embedded in a delicate face, as if there are many beautiful stories to tell you. Under the upturned nose is a cherry-like mouth. Under the sunshine, the clay doll's hair also shines with the golden light of happiness.

As long as I think of this lovely clay doll baby, I am happy from ear to ear.

As the days passed, the clay doll was a little dirty. What should I do? While worrying, I said to myself, "clothes can be washed when they are dirty, and shoes can be washed when they are dirty ... alas, it seems that I have to bathe the clay doll today!" No, who made me like her so much? "

Doing this, humming a ditty, I prepared all the tools for bathing the clay doll according to my mother's method of washing clothes. I washed and washed, carefully. Oh, my God, what's going on? Why is it getting dirty? I'm confused. I brush harder than before.

As you can imagine, from then on, I will never see my inseparable good friend clay doll again. I am so sad that my eyes are swollen like walnuts. Slowly, I grew up and understood the truth.

However, until now, I still feel stupid and cute. Dear friends, do you call me stupid?

5. A composition with many idioms.

attend a class

The bell rang, the students marched into the classroom, and I (eagerly) returned to my seat. Everyone is waiting for the teacher to come to class. The students said (in chorus), "Hello, teacher!" The class began, and everyone listened to the teacher (intently). Ding finished class and the students rushed out of the classroom.

6. This 600-word children's anecdote composition contains 8 idioms and 3 rhetorical devices.

Childhood life is long and short, how many waves there are in memory! One of them is the most unforgettable, because it is the most interesting and naughty spray in my childhood.

I remember when I was only four years old. One day, my grandmother told me that it was not easy to have new money. I sat on the sofa and thought: Since it is not easy to have new money, I thought of a way, that is, "planting money." In this case, won't you get more lucky money next year? As soon as I got started, I immediately found a Qvanxian Zhang dollar bill and a shovel from home, ran to the yard and dug a fist-deep hole, then buried the money, spread the soil on it, and finally poured some water. A year later, I came to this place again and found that the money was rotten. Mom, dad and brother laughed when they knew. It's been a long time, but in my memory, beautiful and moving waves often roll up. My childhood is like a colorful box!

(7) A 500-word composition with psychological descriptions and idioms about interesting childhood stories.

Childhood fun

Everyone has an unforgettable childhood, and those interesting past events are as dazzling as the stars in the sky, often emitting charming brilliance. These interesting memories often come to my mind and make me unforgettable.

Childhood is childish and ridiculous. I remember that time, my mother was not at home because of something, and it was almost time for dinner, but I couldn't cook. I thought to myself, wouldn't my mother cook faster if I finished washing the dishes? So I had a brainwave and came up with a clever plan: doesn't mom usually wash clothes with a washing machine? Why can't I wash vegetables with a washing machine? It must be fast and labor-saving. So I poured a pot of dishes that my mother was going to cook into the washing machine. However, I still don't know how to use it, but I still understand the scale. As soon as I turned the button on the washing machine to the maximum, the washing machine started. I was ecstatic: "It's so easy to start, it's a piece of cake!" Then I burst out laughing again. After a while, the washing machine stopped. "Hey, what's the matter? Why are all the plates broken? " I was a little anxious and immediately called my mother: "Mom, I washed vegetables with the washing machine. Why are all the vegetables broken? " "ouch! My baby, the washing machine can only wash clothes, and washing vegetables will of course be bad. " My mother told me earnestly.

Childhood is childish and selfish. I remember one day, a guest came to my house, and my mother cut watermelons to receive the guests. I went to the kitchen and looked, "Wow, so many watermelons!" "My saliva can't help but flow out slowly. It's really "suspecting that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days". I secretly bit the watermelon tip into a crescent shape and thought to myself, "Who will eat it now?" Mom went to the kitchen and smiled and said to me, "Eating watermelon will kill people. "I was shocked and quickly said to my mother," No, will I die if I eat watermelon tips? " Mom hugged me: "You are all greedy!" I smiled strangely.

Ah, unforgettable childhood, happy childhood ... Everything in childhood is deeply engraved in my mind, flying with my childlike innocence and growing with me.

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. ......

In the old days, the adjustment time was the fastest. In the blink of an eye, my childhood life flashed before my eyes like a flash of lightning. However, the interesting things of my childhood seem to be engraved in my mind and cannot be erased. Every time I think of them, I can't help laughing. Once, my mother bought a big bag of vegetables and saw me lying on the sofa watching TV. She said, "Xiao Chun, go and help my mother wash the vegetables." "good!" I readily agreed. Mom said that and went to the living room to watch TV. I walked into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables, including cabbage, on the platform. There are eggplant, three; There are tomatoes, five or six. I'm so stupid. I was told to wash so many dishes when I was in kindergarten class, really. "Ah, yes!" I shouted, doesn't mom usually put so many clothes in the washing machine to wash together? Then I won't do the same thing? Wait a minute, maybe mom will praise me! Thinking of this, I picked up Chinese cabbage and came to the washing machine. I stood on tiptoe to open the lid of the washing machine, carefully put the vegetables in, then cover it again, and finally press the power button of 1. Listening to the sound of the washing machine starting, I sat there and thought with relish how smart I was. After a while, I thought, did you wash the dishes? Hey! These dishes don't need washing. After thinking about it, I got up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it. When I opened the lid of the washing machine, I looked, "Yeah!" It really surprised me. Where is the food? Look at the cabbage with "one army" left. Eggplant seems to have been bitten by a mouse, and it is black and blue. The tomatoes have disappeared ... I'm scared out in a cold sweat. what can I do? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, but I washed them like this. Really help me more and more! "Small alcohol, food ready? I want to cook. " Mother walked into the kitchen and shouted. I was silent. "Oil your feet-run!" I went into my little room and locked the door ... I couldn't help laughing at the thought of this interesting childhood story. How naive I was when I was a child! As I grow older, I gradually understand that different things need different methods to achieve good results; Otherwise, the consequences will often be counterproductive or even out of control.

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(8) Write interesting childhood stories of more than 800 words (write two things).

1. Interesting childhood story

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. ......

There are many interesting stories in my childhood.

In my memory, the interesting things of my childhood are like the stars in the sky, countless. As time goes by, some things fade away, while some things are printed in my mind but cannot be erased. Today, I want to write something to tell you!

I remember when I was six years old, I was in a big class in kindergarten. One Sunday, I was playing in the living room, with a plastic "golden hoop" in my hand and Sun Xue. For a while, I stood on the board and looked at it. For a while, I held a stick to learn how to play goblins. For a while, I learned how to destroy tribes with a wooden submachine gun. ...

My mother smelled the roar of the living room in the bathroom and asked me what I was doing. I didn't dare to say a word, so I stopped and crept to the bathroom. When I secretly looked, I saw my mother washing clothes. When she rubbed her clothes, many transparent bubbles appeared in the basin. The lights are colorful and look great. I thought it was very interesting, so I grabbed the bubble with my hand and grabbed it left and right, but when my finger touched the bubble, it broke, even if I grabbed it gently, even though I had been trying to catch it. I'm a little anxious. As soon as I turned around, the washtub under my feet turned over. Mom was angry and funny, so I had to run away in despair. ...

Later, my mother told me that bubbles can't be held by hand, but they can be seen. Through this incident, I understand that to do things, we must first understand the truth and not copy it mechanically, otherwise we will make jokes or even make mistakes.

This is the same as the above, but this is simpler than that.

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⑽ Composition containing many idioms

Once upon a time, a countryman lost an axe. He thought it was a neighbor's son who stole it, so he paid attention to what the man said and did everywhere. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that he looked like a thief stealing an axe. Later, the man who lost the axe found it. It turned out that he accidentally lost his way in the valley when he went up the mountain to cut wood the other day. After finding the axe, he met his neighbor's son again. Look at him again. He doesn't look like a thief. Suspecting neighbors and stealing axes: not paying attention to facts, being suspicious of people and things. 2. During the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a farmer in Song State. He always feels that the crops in the field grow too slowly. I went to see it today, and tomorrow I feel that the seedlings will never grow tall. He thought to himself: Is there any way to make them grow taller and faster? One day, he came to the field and pulled up the seedlings one by one. It took a lot of effort to pull up a large number of seedlings one by one. When he finished pulling out the seedlings, he was exhausted, but he was happy. When I got home, I boasted, "I'm exhausted today." I helped Miao Miao grow several inches! " "Hearing this, his son rushed to the field and found that all the seedlings in the field were dead. There was an incorrigible scholar named KATTO in the Zhou Dynasty. KATTO is not only talented in poetry, but also good at managing state affairs. Later, he was by Zhou Liwang's side to help handle state affairs. However, Zhou Liwang is arrogant and misinterprets the law. Treacherous court officials try their best to please. KATTO bluntly advised him and listed the disadvantages of state affairs, but the treacherous court official spoke ill of him in Zhou Liwang's ear. Zhou Liwang is very tired of KATTO. Since then, treacherous court officials have gone in and out, ignoring KATTO. KATTO was very angry and wrote a poem, which was later included in The Book of Songs. In the poem, he attacked the traitor and said, "There is no cure for evil!" "hopeless": terminally ill, there is no medicine to save. The latter metaphor is that things are hopelessly bad. During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there was a general named Zong Qiming in Song State. He was brave and ambitious since he was a child. One day, Zong Yi's uncle asked him what his ambition was, and Zong Yi replied, "I want to ride the wind and waves. "It means: I must break through all obstacles, go forward bravely and make a difference. After studying hard and working hard, Zong Yi finally became a general who can be good at fighting. Later, people used "riding the wind and breaking the waves" to describe the spirit of facing difficulties. During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Northern Zhou Dynasty in the north and the State of Chen in the south were bounded by the Yangtze River. Emperor Wendi of Sui Dynasty, Prime Minister of Northern Zhou Dynasty, abolished Emperor Jingdi of Zhou Dynasty, established Sui Dynasty on his own. Determined to destroy the State of Chen, he once said, "I am the parents of the whole country. Is it because there is a Yangtze River as narrow as a belt that I watch the people in the south suffer instead of saving them? Later, people used "only a strip of water" to describe two places that are very close apart. 6. In the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a man named Yu Boya, who was proficient in temperament and superb in piano skills. He was a famous pianist at that time. When Yu Boya was young, he was smart and eager to learn. He has learned from others and his piano skills have reached the level. But he always feels that he can't express his feelings about all kinds of things in a superb way. Boya's teacher knew his idea and took him to Penglai Island in the East China Sea by boat, so that he could enjoy the natural scenery and listen to the waves of the sea. Boya looked up and saw the waves surging and splashing; Seabirds are roaring and singing; The lush trees in the forest are like entering a fairyland. A wonderful feeling arises spontaneously, as if the harmonious and beautiful music of nature is playing in the ear. He couldn't help playing the piano, his voice turned at will, and the beauty of nature was integrated into the sound of the piano. Boya experienced an unprecedented realm. The teacher told him, "You have learned. "One night in Boya boating. Facing the cool breeze and bright moon, he was full of thoughts, so he played the piano again, and the sound of the piano was melodious and getting better. Suddenly I heard someone screaming on the shore. When Boya heard the sound, he got out of the boat and saw a woodcutter standing on the shore. Knowing that the man was a bosom friend, he immediately invited the woodcutter aboard and played for him with great interest. Boya played a tune praising the mountains, and the woodcutter said, "How wonderful! Magnificent and solemn, towering like Mount Tai! "When he played the surging waves, the woodcutter said," How wonderful! Vast and boundless, as if seeing rolling water and boundless sea! " Boya was very excited and said excitedly, "confidant! "You are really my bosom friend." This woodcutter is Zhong Ziqi. Since then, the two have become very good friends. This story comes from Liezi Tang Wen. The idiom "high mountains and flowing water" is a metaphor for bosom friends and wonderful music. 7. A word teacher refers to a teacher who corrects a very key word in an article. This language comes from Tao Yue's Supplement to the History of the Five Dynasties in the Song Dynasty. The Tang Dynasty was a very prosperous period in the development of feudal society in China, and literature and art were also very developed, among which poetry was the most representative. At that time, there were not only many poets but also many poems, and the level of art and content was very high. Among many poets at that time, there was a poet named Miracle. One winter, in vilen after the heavy snow, he saw the plum blossoms proudly blooming, so he wrote a poem "Early Plum" to recite the plum blossoms in full bloom in early winter. There are two lines in this poem: In the former village of Zita Law, several branches opened last night. He felt very satisfied after writing it. A man named Zheng Gu, after reading this poem written by Miracle, thinks that the meaning of this poem is not exhausted. So, after repeated thinking and deliberation, he changed these two poems into: In the old village of Zita Law, he opened a branch last night. Because he thinks that since there are several plum blossoms, it can't be considered as early plum blossoms. Zheng Gu's changes, although only changed the number into a word, only changed a word, but it made the theme of Morning Plum more appropriate and the artistic conception of the poem more perfect. Qi was very appreciative of this change in Zheng Gu. At that time, he called Zheng Gu his own lyricist.