Looking for the footprint of childhood composition

Looking for the footprints of my childhood 1 20 years later, I have become a world-famous host. At the moment, I am hosting a children's program to sort out the behind-the-scenes things.

Turning it over, I suddenly saw a familiar photo. Ah, isn't this a photo taken by my mother in front of my house when I was a child? A strong feeling of homesickness gushed out like a spring. I really want to go home!

So, I flew back to my dear hometown-Linpu. Yo, Linpu also has an airport! I was so happy that I ran to the door in three steps and two steps Hey, is this my home? I am surprised that this house is tall and big, with colorful walls and beautiful. I knocked on the door with a grain of salt. Unexpectedly, a middle-aged man with several wrinkles opened the door. Ah, is this mom?

I ran to hold her. My mother is much older, not as radiant as before, but her face is tired and full of traces of years. When you saw me, you didn't seem to recognize me immediately. After watching it for a long time, you shouted, "You are Yue Yue!" "

Walking into the house, I searched carefully for traces of my childhood. Hanging on the wall is a photo of my parents and I traveling before. The family in the photo is very happy! Suddenly, I found a familiar book on a small table. When I opened it, it turned out to be a diary of my childhood! One page, two pages ... wrote down the joys and sorrows of childhood, full of childhood happiness. Rummaging through it, I found an address book in it, which turned out to be the address book of my classmates when I graduated from primary school. I opened it and found it was my best friend Shi Yuting's phone. I'm going to call her.

The phone rang, and I heard a voice, "Hello, is this Chen Yue?" I'm glad she remembers me. Her voice is full of practical jokes. I talked a lot with Shi Yuting. When I was in the fifth grade, I talked about Teacher Xie and Teacher Fu. She told me that Teacher Xie had retired and Teacher Fu was still in her old school. We invited several former close friends to visit the teacher together.

Childhood life is really hard to forget, I really want to experience it again!

Looking for the footprint of childhood composition 2, remember? That's a childhood song! Do you remember? It was the rain of childhood! Those are the footprints of childhood, walking in my heart bit by bit.

Maple leaves, rushing, swaying and growing. I don't know how many nights my mother held me in her arms and sang this song over and over again to put me to sleep. Her singing is not particularly pleasant, but it makes people feel particularly at ease. I lay in my mother's warm arms, with a shallow body fragrance, shaking my little head with the rhythm of simple songs and gradually falling asleep.

That ballad still seems to ring in my ears, remember? That's a childhood song!

The stars hold the shallow moon and rise into the night sky. There is a small puddle on the ground that has just rained, shining silver in the moonlight, adding a touch of quiet color to the summer night. The willow in front of the door fluttered gently with the warm night wind, and the vivid breath came to my face. Grow up a little, I hold the big doll, look at the twinkling little stars in the sky, smile sweetly, and don't forget to say hello: hello, stars!

The rain on the house fell on the ground, but it seemed to fall in my heart, remember? It was the rain of childhood.

Xiaoxi is my good friend. She lives in the forest behind my house. I often run and jump along the winding mountain road to see her with a big basket on my back and a small cane. Seeing me coming, she seemed to be happy at once, flowing and flowing to my feet, cool, wrapped in some tiny sand, and she felt no pain, only itchy touch. I crouched down to play with water and picked up some small flowers from time to time, which were particularly bright and beautiful under the soaking of water drops. I don't know where my naughty friend took them! At the end of the day, I couldn't count how many small flowers I caught, and even my hands were soaked with fragrance!

A spring breeze came and woke me up from my dream, remember? That's a childhood song! Do you remember? It was the rain of childhood!