Discovery of childhood. This composition is 200 words.

Looking at the thick-stemmed tree outside the window, I couldn't help thinking deeply. I gradually feel that my childhood is slowly eroded by time, and the residual afterglow reminds me of the old days when I was locked up, so that my childhood is integrated with that tree and divided into three parts.

When I entered the first step of my childhood, I always wanted to grow tall and grow up. At that time, I knew nothing. I just wanted to be an adult, go to work, work and earn money back to my parents. Maybe it's because they love me so much. In the first grade of primary school, I was not used to school life. I don't like my classmates and teachers very much. I don't like the class door that is twice as tall as me. I thought they were all laughing at me. The school is like a prison, the classroom is like a cell covered with moss, and the class door that can't be touched with hands is like a black railing. I was afraid of everything there, so this happened.

One morning, I had to go to the prison. Finally, when the class started, everyone sat in their seats. It seems that God is always against me. Why is this section so long? I am looking forward to class. The class was over. On the contrary, I waited for a long time. I can't stand it at last. I opened my voice and shouted, "Mom, I want to get out of here." My voice is a little choked up. Suddenly. I still remember this scene vividly. I smelled a damp smell, and the air covered my crying. I heard the teacher's footsteps approaching. I feel itchy on my head, as if thousands of bugs have climbed up.

The footsteps stopped and the teacher stopped beside me. Someone laughed, but the sound soon disappeared. I felt that laughter blocked the teacher's sight, so I looked at the classmate.

"Don't you really want to grow up and make money for your parents?" "Don't learn how to make money?" I don't move. I was silent for a while, and what he said was very reasonable. The crying died away. I wiped my tears with my thick fingers and nodded. The teacher's mouth suddenly showed a sincere smile. The whole class laughed, and so did I. It was that angel who made me understand the teacher's love, made me more confident, took a big step towards my childhood, and planted my roots more firmly in the wet soil.

By the third day, I had matured a lot, understood many things I couldn't do, and fell in love with studying more. Now, the school is no longer a dark prison, the classroom is no longer a cell, and there is a class door that is almost as high as me. I have a special feeling about it. That's my home. Where is it? I made an academic friend. If there is a problem in the engineering class, he helps me patiently like a teacher. However, he is like a teacher.

"It's so hot in summer." "I agree with you, it's true." I walked with him on the way after school. In the face of this hateful weather, we are like food in the oven. "No way." He gritted his teeth and said angrily, kicking an empty soda can five meters away. Only heard a "crash", he has come to a cold drink shop and picked up a bottle of soda.

The boss held out his greedy and fat palm as if to remind me of something. I know he is hinting at me and asking me to give him money. I looked around, there was no sign of that classmate, and an ominous feeling invaded my brain, like a huge wave coming at me.

"Please give me six dollars," the boss said very gently. I dare not speak, for fear that his next sentence will be crazy.

I feel more and more high, and the boss's unchanging face makes me more afraid.

"Hey, why do I have money in my pocket?

"Oh, by the way, this boy played me again, no wonder I just felt this way.

I took out my money and handed it to the fat boss.

I really want to beat him up.

Of course, I am thirsty and tired now. On the way home, it's like walking on the Long March, exhausted. Hey, what's up? Blame yourself for being stupid.

In this way, I touched my friend. I know this is not a simple term. I will have closer contact with it in the future. The trunk of the tree will end.

How time flies! I am a student in grade six. I especially like watching birds and watching them come back. I am taller than him in that class. That's why I'm bored.

Look at the mossy wall, short class door, kind classmates. Thinking about the past, I think everything has changed.

This is the preciousness of friendship, right?

That night, the school was quiet, and occasionally there were one or two birds chirping. Everyone fell asleep in our dormitory.

I let out a cry and woke up from my dream. Suddenly my stomach seemed to be kicked hard, and the pain was unbearable.

Another classmate woke up, probably because of me. I struggled out of bed, ready to go to the infirmary. At this moment, a hand reached out to help me. "Wow" I called out. "Shh, don't make any noise." I looked at him, but he really scared me. I rubbed my paralyzed hand and he took me to the infirmary.

In the infirmary, he asked me about my illness and gave me medicine. On the way back, he carried me all the way to the dormitory.

I slept in bed and thought a lot. I finally really know friendship and understand the meaning of this term. I can't help salty tears and let them roll down my cheeks.

I don't spend much time with my classmates. Watching the birds return, I have some ideas. Everything must come to an end, and eventually we will all go to different parts of the world. Childhood has also come to this place, and the leaves have withered. How wonderful and brilliant the story of this dead tree is. So what? They're all dead. Finally, no one knew, and disappeared in the misty rain.

My neighbor's music interrupted my train of thought and I was awakened. "The days in a hurry passed too fast, so in childhood, the days in a hurry passed too fast, so in childhood. ...

This is a poem. ...

Childhood is a notebook with crooked fonts.

Childhood is a font, and workers write with pens.

Childhood is a pen, and mistakes can be erased with an eraser.

Childhood is an eraser, which can't erase the good memories of the past.

In wartime, childhood was a luxury,

In poverty, childhood is scarce,

In the era of food and clothing, childhood is universal.

Prosperous times, childhood is indispensable.

Rainbow on the horizon,

Is the embodiment of childhood,

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple,

Are indispensable to childhood.

Say goodbye to childhood

People say, "there is always an unforgettable time in the web of life, whether it is melancholy or melancholy, I finally have it."

When the East turned white, it continued to dream at night. In a trance, all the sensory organs suddenly boiled-as if to lose something. However, obviously, what will be lost is the last day of this "particularly unforgettable year", even a childhood.

Everyone knows that this day will come. People can't spend their whole lives in the warmth of their parents. Looking back at myself in the mirror, I seem to have grown up again. I still clearly remember what I looked like when I was a toddler. I got up and fell down, fell down and got up again, and my face was full of tears. How ridiculous!

When I was wiping my ass, my partner gave me a box of candy as a birthday present, which was safely locked in my treasure chest. I never remember it, and I can't bear to eat it. They all maintained it like God until it was moldy, and their regret and heartache seemed to be a feeling of disloyalty. Probably too immature to know what can be grasped in the world. But big, at least now, all this is no longer concerned. Do older children have a new world that they pursue and admire, and understand that the kindness between them can't be locked by a small pagoda of kindness?

In a moment of deep thought, another scene emerged in my mind: my parents' backs trembled with pain, surprise and anger, and suddenly they seemed to know what they had done and what they had done wrong, but they were suddenly swallowed up by the trembling in front of me ... This excitement after loss, the loss after excitement, I wonder if it will continue in the future? I certainly hope the answer is "no", but I don't know if I can tolerate my natural strange temper.

The faint feeling is still in my dream, but I no longer dream of those messy things, but the smell is simple and refreshing. I dreamed of the arrival of spring, followed by summer, followed by a rich autumn night and a frosty winter night. I also dreamed of blue lakes, pure green grasslands, cattle and horses looking back and looking forward through my eyes ... but the dream became more and more uncomfortable and gradually stopped. I probably realized it was getting clearer. Although there is still the residual heat of parents in my palm, everything has passed and the new ones have been taken over.

"There is always an unforgettable time in the net of life, whether it is melancholy or melancholy, I finally have it." People say.

Childhood fun

Childhood is colorful and happy, like a cradle. Whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing.

At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I loved doing what others did. Every time I see my mother's makeup from the outside, I envy myself as well as myself. It happened that once my mother was going to work and I was alone at home. I am bored at home and want to find something to do. Suddenly, my dog barked. Let's play together. Mom wasn't home, so we just ...! I'm going to use cosmetics to imitate my mother's makeup. It must be fun. The "Wang Wang" puppy seems to want to make up, too. "Come on, puppy, let me help you with your makeup." I am ecstatic. But the puppy seems reluctant. I just grabbed the puppy and wanted to make up. At first, it was quite obedient, but soon, it was tossing and turning, bared its teeth. But I didn't give up and wanted to help him apply lipstick ... I didn't know what lipstick could do, so I drew a circle around the puppy's eyes and applied cigarette grease to his little face. Ah, how lovely! The puppy is tired of playing. He doesn't want me to make it up to him. He struggled desperately and then ran away. Coward, don't play with such fun things. I looked in the mirror without using an eyebrow painter … I think I look great. The chubby little face has two red faces and thick eyebrows, but it gradually gathers towards me, and I fell asleep. ...

The next morning, "puppy, how did you become a big face?" Early in the morning, my mother's crying reached my ears. Out of curiosity, I rubbed my sleepy eyes to see what was going on. "Who did this to it!" Mom said it again. "Li, wake up, have you seen the puppy ...? If the words are not finished, my mother will haha. " How did you, how did you, like this? Did you play the clown last night? Look, the dog followed you to the show. I don't understand what my mother is saying. I looked in the mirror and seemed to understand a little, because the girl in the mirror didn't even recognize me. Haha, I smiled. ...

Childhood is full of fun, and that laughter often gets into my heart. How can I not forget it? How can I not laugh?