It turns out that this is the font of childhood composition 400.

Childhood is like a starry sky, beautiful and secluded; The fun of childhood, like stars, illuminates the starry sky and makes the deep starry sky emit colorful light. Although it has been a long time since that funny thing happened, I still think it is so funny and interesting, as if it happened yesterday.

When I was five years old, my parents and I lived in Princeton, New Jersey, USA. Every night after dinner, we will go for a walk in the nearby park, where there are my favorite zoos and there are not many kinds of animals: ostriches, zebras, sika deer, and my favorite "four elephants"-elk. Every time I lie on the railing and watch the elk walk gracefully, play happily or look around warily. There is a large meadow in the zoo. There are all kinds of birds singing on the grass, and geese flock to feed on the grass in winter. The geese here are used to getting along with people and are not afraid of people at all. Even the car must stop until it waddles across the road.

Once, I was silently thinking about the "four unlike" characteristics my mother told me: "The head is not a horse, the hoof is not an ox, the horn is not a deer, and the tail is not a donkey." Suddenly I felt my heel hit by something. At first, I thought my mother told me to go home, but I ignored it. However, the more you hit, the more you can't help looking back. Oh, my God! That's a huge goose patting my heel with its mouth! It treats me as its food? I was so scared that I started to run, but the geese chased me without weakness, craning their necks and screaming, as if threatening me: "Don't run, I'll catch up with you!" " "On the grass, I don't know whether I tripped over the grass roots or I was afraid. My legs went soft and I fell with a bang. I kept my face down, my hand stretched forward and I didn't dare to move. I cried.

Mom and dad are finally here! It turned out that when they were hiding to take pictures of me, they just caught this interesting "Goose Chaser". Later, every time I visited the zoo and saw geese, I was a little scared and shy.

This is my colorful childhood, the first step in my life, the first footprint of my growth and progress, and the first stop of my future journey. Childhood is my happiest time!

Absolutely original

Childhood fun

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. ......