Tell a story composition about children's childhood.

Girls are suitable for:

Candy house

There is a fairy tale kingdom in a faraway place, and its residents are very strange: the wolf is the star here, with three little pigs starring him ... the little pig is his partner! Snow White's Palace, Cinderella's House, Flower Fairy's Cabin. ...

Suddenly, just visiting brought the candy house to the human world.

The door of this candy house is chocolate. Dark chocolate won't melt at such a high temperature, but it still glows. Cookies build roofs and sweets decorate huts. In a short time, there were children around, and some even climbed up boldly and ate the delicious food in the hut.

At this moment, the door opened and an old witch came out, wearing a robe and leaning on a cane. She said angrily, "Go away, who let you eat my house!" " "On hearing the reprimand, the children dispersed.

A little girl saw a little girl mopping the floor through the window made of sugar, and said with tears in her eyes, "Brother, where are you?" ! ! "This girl is Gleiter. Her brother is looking for her everywhere.

Xiao Ye, a little girl, is very pitiful to Gleiter. Help her find her brother in the morning and come and chat with her at night. So after a month, there is still no news, but Gleiter seems to have lost patience. He often loses his temper with the little girl, scaring Xiao Ye into silence and even rejecting her "thousands of miles away" ...

Once, Xiao Ye was walking on the road, thinking with his head down. As she walked, she was thinking in her mind, "What should I do?" Suddenly, a voice came: "Miss, do you know Gleiter? Is the candy house there? How to get there? " He asked three questions in one breath. Xiao Ye looked up at the strange boy in front of him. He is wearing a feathered hat and the same clothes as Gleiter. "Oh, you are her brother! I know her, come with me! " Xiao Ye said excitedly. At this point, the excitement filled their hearts.

"Gleiter, Gleiter! ! ! "Xiao Ye knocked on the door and shouted. At this time, they came back. It turns out that Gleiter and her brother are the grandsons and granddaughters of the old witch. The other day, the old witch was still sad! Now, she said happily, "We are going to open a candy store. Welcome back, son! " "

Soon, the happy candy house opened here, and the old witch was very happy, because now not only her grandchildren call her "grandma", but all the children in the village are calling her "grandma". It is conceivable that the Happy Candy House is so popular!

Boys are suitable for:

The king of the forest

One day, the lion went to the lake to drink water, and when he saw his old face, he couldn't help sighing: "Alas. I, the king of the forest, it's time to change. " The lion said.

The next day, the lion told everyone that "all animals take turns to be the king of the forest, and each animal lasts for ten days." Let those who do well do it. "Cheers rang out from below.

The first one is a tiger. The tiger ordered, "Any animal must bark day and night like a tiger." Ten days passed and the animals were hoarse.

The second mouse, it ordered: "From today on, every animal can only live in a hole and steal something to eat at night." Ten days later, the animals' dark circles came out.

The third is the Kangaroo Party. It immediately ordered, "Every animal jumps and walks like me." Ten days passed quickly and the animals were exhausted.

The fourth is a little bird when. Animals all want to: will they fly in the sky and live in a bird's nest every day? The bird said, "Every animal lives its own life." Cheers rang out below. The lion said, "Without wheels, birds are the king of the forest!" " "

Rats, tigers and kangaroos are not reconciled. The mice shouted, "why can birds be the king of the forest?" We have many advantages! " The tiger and kangaroo also said, "Yes, yes." "We have many advantages," said the lion. Don't you think animals are happy? "The mouse stammered," this, this is not our fault, but they are so stupid! "The bird retorted," It's not that they are stupid, but that you are hateful. Every animal has its own life. For example, swallows don't go to cold places, but polar bears like cold places! " Animals also booed: "That is, it is absolutely right to choose a bird as the king of the forest!" " Finally, the bird became the king of the forest. . . .

Listen to my mother tell me stories about my childhood.

[composition listening to my mother's childhood story] hey! Hello, I'm Zhao. I'll tell you a little secret. In fact, my childhood name was Zhao Qi. I was born in Haidian District Hospital of Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine on June 20th, 2003. At that time, my parents were both working in Beijing, and I listened to my mother's childhood stories.

According to my mother, I had a thrilling experience when I was a child. It was the sixth day after I was born. Aunt nurse pushed our newborn baby to the nursery to take a bath. My mother said there were four little guys in a car. When the nurse aunt gave us a bath and pushed us back to the delivery room, she called her parents according to the number plate on our clothes. But when the father took the child with him, he was shocked: Why did the big eyes turn into small eyes after the child took a shower? My mother also shouted anxiously: no, no, my girl's hair is black and long. In the third grade of primary school, she wrote "Writing and Listening to Mom's Stories about My Childhood". The people in the delivery room also panicked. Dad looked into the car and saw a child kicking his calf and looking around with his eyes wide open. This is my girl! Dad said eagerly. Don't panic, don't panic, the number plate on the child's wrist won't be taken off in the shower. Aunt nurse said. Guess what? It turns out that the child with big eyes is really me. Hee hee, it's thrilling enough.

Grade 3 of No.17 Primary School in Hongshan District, Chifeng City, Inner Mongolia: Zhao

Story composition of parents when they were young.

The mother did not remarry, but took pains to pull her son. At that time, there was no electricity in the village My son reads, writes and draws loudly under the oil lamp every night. My mother took a needle and thread and gently and carefully sewed maternal love into her son's clothes. Day after day, year after year, when the awards were hung on two colorful walls, my son grew up like bamboo in spring. Looking at his son who is half a head taller than himself, the wrinkles in his eyes are full of smiles.

The trees all over the mountains are in autumn, and my son was admitted to the county key no.1 middle school. My mother suffers from severe rheumatism, so she can't do farm work, and sometimes she doesn't even have enough to eat. At that time, in No.1 Middle School, students took 30 kilograms of rice to the canteen every month. Knowing that his mother couldn't figure it out, the son said, "Mom, I want to quit school and help you with farm work." The mother touched her son's head and said lovingly, "My mother is really happy that you have this heart, but you have to study." Don't worry, your mother will have a way to support you when she gives birth. You go to school to register first, and I'll deliver rice later. "The son stubbornly said no, the mother said no, and the son still saidno. The mother waved a rough slap and actually hit her in the face. This is the first time that a 16-year-old son was beaten. ...

My son finally went to school. Looking at his distant back, my mother was silently meditating.

When I was young, my mother told me how to write a story composition.

[composition listening to my mother telling stories about my childhood] My mother often said that my childhood stories were funny and I did something that made my family laugh and cry. I heard my mother tell the story of my childhood. One sunny afternoon, my mother and I were at home. After a while, my mother came up to me and said softly, Daughter, my mother told you an interesting story when I was a child. At that time, you were only three or four years old, and an interesting thing happened in your grandmother's house about your childhood. Your grandfather made a bottle of yellow wine and put it in a coke bottle. You just walked into the room, and soon, you saw a bottle of Coca-Cola in a corner of the living room. You immediately picked up Coca-Cola and took a few sips. Later, you drank it and felt something was wrong, so you stopped and cried: Ah! Why ... bitter and sweet? What the hell is this? Your grandfather saw it, walked up to you and said kindly, silly boy, this is yellow wine, not coke. You can't drink it. Just smiled and said to grandpa: grandpa, I just thought this bottle of yellow wine was coke! So I took a few sips. Your words made your grandparents laugh on the spot. Through my mother's story about my childhood, I learned that I was really funny and cute when I was a child. Grade 5 of Shi Lan Primary School, Chancheng District, Foshan City, Guangdong Province: Yu Lirong

When I was a child, I listened to my mother's story composition.

Looking back on the past eleven years, the person who has had the greatest influence on me is undoubtedly my mother.

My mother is no different from ordinary people, but what affects me the most is her tolerance, understanding, openness and silent love. Since I was just sensible, she often said to me, "Mom wants you to be happy all your life. Learning how to survive is not the whole of life. I hope you learn to enjoy life. " Although I didn't quite understand what my mother meant at that time, now I find that she has been working hard for it. Since I was very young, my mother has been deliberately cultivating my reading habits. From the beginning, she read and I listened, and now I tell her about my reading experience, from which I feel a sense of accomplishment and pride. Therefore, learning is happy for me. For my hobbies, my mother never interferes, and I am naturally very happy to study through the interest class I choose. She also chose sports for me that I am not good at to temper my will and give me the courage to face setbacks and failures. What surprised me most was that my mother asked me to learn Latin dance. At first, I felt very depressed. But now I understand what it means to enjoy life. When I stand on the stage like a star, I want to say to my mother, "Mom, thank you for giving me a stage to show myself." Many parents think that their children are "pro-Zhu Zhechi, and those who get close to Mexico are black", so they don't let their children associate with students with poor grades, but their mothers don't agree with this view. She thinks that since people who are close to "ink" will be black, why not let others be close to "Zhu" and become red? She is very much in favor of my association with the "problem" children in my class and expresses great appreciation for my help and encouragement to them. In the fourth grade, there was a particularly naughty classmate in our class. He regards me as his only intimate friend and tells me the truth. With my sincere help and encouragement, he has made great progress, which makes me very pleased. Mom always said that learning is our own business, and each of us should be responsible for what we do. So she cares about my study process, but she doesn't care about my exam results. My mother won't reward me easily because I did well in the exam. If I fail in the exam, she will encourage me and help me analyze the reasons. When I am depressed because of failure, she will gently touch my head and say, "Son, failure once or twice doesn't mean failure forever. Mom believes that you will be better tomorrow than today. " Her words, like a ray of warm sunshine, melted the melancholy in my heart and allowed me to face any setbacks with a normal heart.

Many students in my class like to visit my home, and their feelings can be summed up in one sentence-"Your mother is so enthusiastic!" As everyone said, any classmate, regardless of his grades or family background, is equally hospitable. What she did made me feel that my friend enjoyed the same treatment as her friend. My mother's words and deeds and actions have educated me and taught me to be tolerant, understanding, broad-minded and considerate of others.

In my life, my mother has always been my closest and favorite person, asking me questions and warming me up. She has done so much for me, but she never asks for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is! It is this love that has given me so many things that I cannot forget.

My mother, like a loyal navigator, set the right course for my life boat. At the same time, she let me stand the test of rainstorm and storm, tempered my will, and enabled me to fly freely in the vast sea. Motherly love is like a mountain, like the sea. There are thousands of waters in Qian Shan, but it can't compare with her love for me.

If I learn a little care and gratitude, and learn a little confidence and persistence in getting along with others, I will thank the person who has the greatest influence on me in my life-my mother.

Listen to my mother's story about my childhood.

A woman who has become a mother probably has more surprises than those who have not, especially the novelty of being a mother when a child is in infancy, and a little change of a young child will always bring her feelings that she has never had before, so many things are deeply recorded by her so that she can tell her when the child grows up in the future.

Story 1: I am the first child born in my family. When the doctor told grandpa with some regret that it was a girl, grandpa smiled brightly: What happened to the girl? I like that girl, and I'm satisfied. My nickname was named Xiao Ju by my grandfather. In fact, outsiders don't know that "feet" and "chrysanthemum" are homophones in our hometown dialect, so my nickname is actually "feet".

Story 2: My mother said that I could speak when I was seven months old, and the first word that popped out of my delicate mouth was: grandma. I think any mother wants her child to call her mother first. However, the seven-month-old baby can make a tone like "grandma", which is probably forgotten. Big surprise exceeds all feelings.

My mother said that when I was a child, I showed some liberal arts ability. When I didn't go far, I was lying in bed, clutching a brand of cream called "Friendship" and reading a book.

Story 3: I was admitted to the hospital when I was one and a half years old. At that time, my mother gave birth to a younger brother, who was in confinement. It was my father who accompanied me in the hospital. Every time I arrive at dinner, my father goes to the hospital in Sacido for dinner. At that time, my young father was a careless man. He thought I didn't have to eat every time I infused so much, so he didn't buy me food. I was a very sensible child since I was a child, and I never asked others for something to eat. There is an aunt living in my ward. She ate noodles that day. She saw that I kept looking at her mouth, so she brought me noodles to eat. My father was very modest because he thought others were not very hygienic. However, I am the most reserved person, and I cry when I open my mouth. Finally I ate my aunt's noodles.

My mother was sorry when she told this story: I can't help it, and I can't accompany you. You are hungry.

Story 4: When I was a child, I had a big rooster at home. It was very beautiful, especially with a long tail and colorful feathers. He walked with his head held high like a general. I like this occasion very much. At that time, my grandfather put peanuts in my small mouth bag every day, and fried peanuts was just right. How delicious! I gave the peanuts to the rooster, and then shouted after it: Eat my peanuts and give me an egg! Give me a peanut and an egg! However, I didn't see the shadow of the egg until one day it was served on the table.

Story 5: It's still related to peanuts. My neighbor has an empress (aunt) who likes to tease me. Once she reached out and said to me, can I have a peanut? At that time, although I was young, I had a big heart until the adults were testing me. If I give them peanuts, they will praise me if they don't eat them, so I will give them generously. Who would have thought that the queen had eaten peanuts? I am a good boy. I didn't have a watch at that time, but when I got home, I said to my mother very grievance: Niangniang is a glutton, and she will eat peanuts if she gives it to her. From then on, I will never give anything to the queen again.

Story 6: The last story was also told by my mother. My brother was very naughty when he was a child and often got into trouble. Dad often hits him after getting into trouble. Whenever this time, I will run to my dad and say, you can hit me if you want. My brother is still a child. So everyone in the family is happy, and dad can't do it. However, after reading junior high school, my brother was beaten again, and I gloated. My brother is always full of longing: I miss my sister as a child.

This is the story my mother told me when I was a child, and there are many, many more. When my mother tells these stories, her face is full of happiness. I am the happiest child in the world.

When I was a child, I listened to my mother telling stories and writing.

"People are strangers in a foreign land, and they miss their relatives every festive season". Mother's Day is coming, but I am very helpless when I am studying in a foreign land. But I can't wait for my mother who brought me up with hard work, and I can't wait for my mother to wash her silver hair abandoned by years.

At this point, it is near dusk. It's raining cats and dogs outside the window, and the deafening thunder is endless, and lightning has pierced the sky. At this time, the weather is like my mood I am full of thoughts, thinking of my distant relatives and my great mother. I dialed the telephone, and there was only a beep on the phone, but there was no response. I am in a hurry. Why can't I get through? Did mom change her number? While I was still thinking deeply, the familiar voice interrupted my train of thought: "Happy holidays, mom." Mother thanked me, and her voice was more vicissitudes than before. I seem to see another wrinkle on her face. It's windy outside, and I quietly listen to my mother talking about my childhood.

"Wei, do you remember when you were a child, you were naughty and willful? No matter what your mother teaches you and says about you, you are indifferent. Whenever I play basketball with my friends, I get dirty as soon as I come back, and I take a bath for free with sweat on my body. You have no good temper and say to your mother, "You want a cold drink. "I don't agree with you, but you are more embarrassed with me. In fact, mom is also for your health. Later, you went to your menstrual home for a few days to avoid me. Apologize to your mother as soon as you come back. This is the most amazing thing you have ever given me. You were silent for a while. Ask me: "mom, am I a bad boy?" Will you love me and hurt me as before? "Silly child, you will always be mother's' baby'. No matter what you do wrong, no one can change our mother-child relationship. "

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and it has been raining. Only my mother and I can't finish talking in this dormitory, which adds a little warmth to this storm.

Time can wash away any of my memories, but it can't wash away my thoughts of my mother.

My childhood story is 500 words, online, etc.

I remember when I was five years old, my parents decided to take me to the hospital for flu vaccination because I often caught a cold.

When I got to the hospital, I asked my mother, "Is it my arm or * * *?" Mom said, "Of course, the arm is vaccinated." I listened to it and thought: fortunately, it's not * * *, otherwise I won't be able to "touch" the chair tomorrow.

I arrived at the injection room and waited for about 10 minutes. It's my turn A nurse aunt wearing a white coat and a swallow-tailed hat gently said to me, "Little sister, don't be afraid. Injection is painless. " After listening to the nurse, I felt a little calmer. I saw the nurse's aunt skillfully put the needle into the medicine bottle to suck medicine, but when I saw the nurse's aunt holding a sharp needle, my newly calmed heart suddenly rushed to my throat again.

The injection started, and my aunt stuck the needle in my shoulder. "ouch!" I let out a scream at once. The nurse said to me; "Nothing, it will be fine in a minute." The nurse hurriedly finished the water and asked me to press the "small wound" with a cotton swab. Although the wound still hurts, I finally relaxed.

It turns out that the injection is not as terrible as I thought. When I walked out of the hospital, I felt that the sun seemed brighter.

Story writing in childhood

[Childhood Story Composition]

Today is the first day of winter vacation, a story composition when I was a child. Walking into the farmer's market in Donggang, I feel so familiar. This is where my childish steps began. Every booth here is where I play and study, which is also the source of my famous stupidity. I was brought up by my grandmother Sihong in the countryside from zero to three years old. The first thing I want to say is grandma! In the past three years, I have met an old woman named grandma! They all say I'm so smart and sensible. After three years old, I came to Suzhou. My activity environment is the farmers' market. When I see my grandma who collects money in the market, I also call them grandma affectionately. They said, no, you have to call grandma. They taught me the pronunciation of the word "grandma" and made me learn it twice before letting me go. When I went to the market the next day, I saw that the grandmothers who collected money were called grandmothers again. Grandma corrected me again. On the third day, I still didn't correct my grandmother's name ... After a week of correction, I finally learned to call my grandmother an old woman. I learned the word grandma too slowly, so the market gave me this stupid name. People are strangers in a foreign land, and they always miss their loved ones on holidays. Mother's Day is coming, but I am very helpless when I am studying in a foreign land. But I can't wait for my mother who brought me up with hard work, and I can't wait for my mother to wash her silver hair abandoned by years. At this point, it is near dusk. It's raining cats and dogs outside the window, and the deafening thunder is endless, and lightning has pierced the sky. At this time, the weather is like my mood I am full of thoughts, thinking of my distant relatives and my great mother. I dialed the phone and only heard a beep, but there was no response. I am in a hurry. Why can't I get through? Did mom change her number? While I was still thinking deeply, the familiar voice interrupted my train of thought: Happy holidays, mom, middle school students write "The Story Composition of Childhood". Mother thanked me, and her voice was more vicissitudes than before. I seem to see another wrinkle on her face. It's windy outside, and I quietly listen to my mother talking about my childhood. Xiao Wei, do you remember when you were a child? No matter what your mother teaches you and says about you, you are indifferent. Whenever I play basketball with my friends, I get dirty as soon as I come back, and I take a bath for free with sweat on my body. You haven't said to your mother angrily: you want a cold drink. I don't agree with you, but you are more embarrassed with me. In fact, mom is also for your health. Later, you went to your menstrual home for a few days to avoid me. Apologize to your mother as soon as you come back. This is the most amazing thing you have ever given me. You were silent for a while. Ask me: Mom, am I a bad boy? Will you love me and hurt me as before? Silly child, you will always be mom's baby. No matter what you have done wrong, no one can change our mother-child relationship. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and it has been raining. Only my mother and I can't finish talking in this dormitory, which adds a little warmth to this storm. Time can wash away any of my memories, but it can't wash away my thoughts of my mother. Childhood stories She had many stories when she was a child. In the eyes of adults, she is such a headache and her naughty behavior is frightening. She is my mother. Born in the countryside, she was only six or seven years old, so she had to herd cattle, cut pig grass and drive ducks. Grandma has many children. She is the youngest. Generally, my sisters and brothers do the heavier farm work. For her, the easier job is herding cattle. Take this job to the fields twice a day to feed it. Be careful not to eat rice. Otherwise, neighbors will complain and have to play after work. It was a warm afternoon, and I took my cows to the field, surrounded by open grass. The cow is eating grass. She counted the peppers bored, red and green, and her mouth watered. The basket she brought immediately contained some fresh peppers, and the stalks with buds beside them also entered the basket, as well as sweet potatoes and radishes. When leaves are used as food for cows, cows are full of joy. As for her, put the sweet potato washed out of the ditch in her mouth and eat it with relish. When peeling the stem by hand, take a bite, bite by bite, and the sound is pleasant. At that time, Niu Er went home with her full stomach. After returning home, she secretly grabbed some from the salt bowl, pulled out the seeds in the pepper, completely picked them out, and put salt in them. It was delicious ... However, adults could not know about it, otherwise they would have to be popular. It's freezing, and every household in the countryside has reserved radishes and sweet potatoes. I ate heavily when I visited my relatives, and no one said anything.

Listen to my mother's story about my childhood and write 700 words.

"People are strangers in a foreign land, and they miss their relatives every festive season". Mother's Day is coming, but I am very helpless when I am studying in a foreign land. But I can't wait for my mother who brought me up with hard work, and I can't wait for my mother to wash her silver hair abandoned by years.

At this point, it is near dusk. It's raining cats and dogs outside the window, and the deafening thunder is endless, and lightning has pierced the sky. At this time, the weather is like my mood I am full of thoughts, thinking of my distant relatives and my great mother. I dialed the telephone, and there was only a beep on the phone, but there was no response. I am in a hurry. Why can't I get through? Did mom change her number? While I was still thinking deeply, the familiar voice interrupted my train of thought: "Happy holidays, mom." Mother thanked me, and her voice was more vicissitudes than before. I seem to see another wrinkle on her face. It's windy outside, and I quietly listen to my mother talking about my childhood.

"Wei, do you remember when you were a child, you were naughty and willful? No matter what your mother teaches you and says about you, you are indifferent. Whenever I play basketball with my friends, I get dirty as soon as I come back, and I take a bath for free with sweat on my body. You have no good temper and say to your mother, "You want a cold drink. "I don't agree with you, but you are more embarrassed with me. In fact, mom is also for your health. Later, you went to your menstrual home for a few days to avoid me. Apologize to your mother as soon as you come back. This is the most amazing thing you have ever given me. You were silent for a while. Ask me: "mom, am I a bad boy?" Will you love me and hurt me as before? "Silly child, you will always be mother's' baby'. No matter what you do wrong, no one can change our mother-child relationship. "

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and it has been raining. Only my mother and I can't finish talking in this dormitory, which adds a little warmth to this storm.

Time can wash away any of my memories, but it can't wash away my thoughts of my mother.

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