10 A short essay of more than 600 words about childhood fun.

My childhood was beautiful, and there were many interesting things in my childhood, but one thing remained fresh in my memory. The following is the composition of 10 600 words that I brought to you. I hope you like them!

Interesting composition of childhood I

Childhood is colorful, just like beautiful seashells by the sea; Childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream. In the memory of the heart, the key to childhood opens the heart full of childhood.

At noon that day, at the age of six, I was playing on my grandfather's farm, taking out the candy from my pocket and enjoying the rural scenery while eating. Suddenly, my eyes turned to an old man who was burying something. I ran over and asked, "Grandpa, what are you doing?" Grandpa looked up with a kind smile on his face and said, "Little sister, I am sowing! I will harvest a lot of delicious food after autumn! " Hearing this, I had a brainwave. I went home and ran to the farm with my toy shovel. I was digging in a clearing. Digging almost, I took out colorful candy, peeled off the candy paper, put it in the dug soil, gently covered it with soil, and buried the candy paper in the soil next to the candy I could see. Then I dug it again with a toy shovel, peeled off the candy, covered it with soil and made a candy paper mark. You're screwed.. After I "planted" candy, I proudly fantasized: "I won't worry about not having candy in the future! I will have two candy trees in autumn, and then I can eat candy every day without buying it! Ha ha ha! " I watered and fertilized it for several days.

In autumn, I went to grandpa's farm again. I excitedly ran to the place with the candy paper and looked at it excitedly. The result is very disappointing. There is no candy tree at all, and it has not sprouted. I turned the soil gloomily, and there was no candy at all. I cried! I didn't even eat or sleep when I got home. My mother saw me like this and asked me, "What's the matter, Xiaoyan? You've been moping since you came back from the farm. " I told my mother the whole story. Mother smiled and said, "silly child, candy has melted in the soil, and candy is already a sweet finished product of sugarcane." How can it grow? " After listening to my mother's words, I nodded stupidly.

When I was a child, "growing candy", after my mother's teaching, my candy dream disappeared and my fantasy disappeared. Although it has disappeared, my childhood candy memory seems to have just happened.

Childhood fun composition II

Childhood is a colorful river, with beautiful waves, interesting things, joys, hardships and stupid things. Among them, I now think of a stupid thing. ...

I remember when I was very young, I used to plant many grasses in Kobanawa. One day, I watered them as usual. Suddenly, I saw a cat walking towards the garage with something in its mouth. "Don't run!" "Meow!" I drove the cat away. "Hey, what is this?" On closer inspection, it turned out to be a small fish. This should have been dropped when the kitten escaped. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind: "Adults often say,' As you sow, you reap'. "If I grow small fish in the field, I can grow a lot of fish!" I love fish, and I cried, "I'm so smart!" " "

Start raising fish! I also follow the steps of planting flowers and grass: first, dig up the soil; Step 2, put the fish into the soil; Step three, step on the soil; Step four, water. "Well, just wait for the long fish." I cried with excitement.

Since then, I have come to see my flowers and grass and my "fish tree" every day and watered them. This lasted for more than a month. A month has passed, and my flowers and grass have grown, but I haven't seen the "fish tree" grow. In desperation, I cried on the sofa. "What's the matter?" Mom asked. "My flowers and grass have grown up, but I didn't see the trees I planted grow up," I cried. "Oh, I see." Mother smiled and said, "It will take a year for the young trees to grow well." "Oh," a stone in my heart finally fell. "Son, what kind of tree are you planting?" "Fish tree" I answered. My mother smiled and said to me, "Alas, fish can't be planted." Fish come from the mother who lays eggs and then hatch. "After listening to my mother's explanation, I suddenly realized.

There are too many interesting things in childhood. If they are a string of wind chimes, then memories are a breeze. When they are gently blown, they will ring a crisp and happy bell. ...

Childhood fun 3

Childhood is happy and colorful; Childhood is interesting and beautiful; In childhood, everyone must have had a wonderful and happy life, and naturally there are interesting things that make people laugh. So today I'm going to tell an interesting thing I did when I was a child.

It was a morning when I was four years old. My grandparents are coming to our house for a day, and my mother specially bought beef for my grandparents. In the morning, I did an arithmetic problem in my room. Suddenly, a smell came to my nose. As a representative of "kitten", I naturally gave up the temptation, immediately surrendered, put down my pen, and finally found the source of the fragrance. It turned out that my mother stewed the beef and put it in a small pot on the dining table, but because the pot was uncovered, it gave off a fragrance. At this time, I looked around alert, immediately picked up chopsticks, put a piece of beef in my mouth, and instantly showed an expression of enjoyment on my face. "Well, it's delicious. It's really delicious." I silently praised it in my heart. And when I wanted to eat another piece of beef, my fleshy little hand was gently hit by my mother. I was shocked and thought; When did my mother come to me? Is my mother Spider-Man? How can I walk silently? And my mother seemed to know what I was thinking, and immediately said to me; "Dear daughter, I have just stood by your side for a long time. What's the matter with you? Look at your hungry eyes looking at beef. What a greedy cat. " After being finished by my mother, I smiled shyly. "I'm going out to do some shopping now, and then I'll pick up your grandparents with your father. During my stay, you must be obedient and don't steal beef, or you will become an old ox. " I nodded my head. At this time, the sound of "closing the door" pulled me back to eating beef. I started eating beef again and forgot what my mother said.

After a while, there was not much beef left, and I suddenly remembered what my mother had told me. Thought; Shit, I'm going to be a cow. After I become a cow, my parents won't know me. I will be dragged into the field to work and move things. No, I don't want it. At the thought of this, my tears fell like broken pearls, and I just wanted to spit out all the beef I just ate.

After a while, my parents took my grandparents home. As soon as they got home, they saw my eyes were red and asked me what was wrong. I told them everything. They laughed as soon as they heard it. Mom laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. Dad laughed so hard that her glasses almost fell off. Even grandpa, who has always been serious, smiled. Finally, my grandmother said to me. "Your mother is teasing you."

Now that I am in the sixth grade, I will never do such a stupid thing again, but whenever I think about it, I always chuckle to myself.

Childhood fun composition iv

In our childhood, many things happened, some exciting and some sad, but what impressed us must be those happy and interesting things.

I remember an interesting thing in my childhood. On a rest day afternoon, my father took me fishing in Beiguwan Wetland Park. We chose a clearing on the water and took out fishing rods, buckets and baits. I imitated my father's actions, put the bait on the hook in a strange way, and then threw the hook into the water in front of me. After a while, my father standing by quietly called me, "Look, son, my fish is floating." I saw my father gently shaking the fishing rod left and right, driving the fishing line to move left and right. After several trips, my father suddenly lifted the fishing rod high. Wow, a fish was released from the water. Dad threw the fishing rod to the shore, and the fish fell to the ground and flapped its wings. I threw down the fishing rod and ran to see my father take the hook out of the fish mouth. I carefully grabbed the fish and put it in the bucket. When the fish swam around in the water in the bucket, my little heart seemed to fall from my throat to my stomach.

My father and I continued to fish, and my father became more and more handy, catching some fish from time to time. And my fish didn't move, so I was anxious. I pick up my hook from time to time to see if there is any bait, and then I throw it into the water. However, those fish seem to play tricks on me on purpose and ignore my bait. Dad looked at me impatiently and reminded me to be calm and not to always check the bait with the fishing line. "Yes, you must be calm to catch fish." I remind myself. Take a deep breath and spit it out. I stood firmly on the shore, holding the fishing rod firmly with both hands and staring at the float tightly ... Time passed quietly, just like the slow and silent river flowing in front of me.

Suddenly I feel that the fishing rod in my hand seems to have been pulled and suddenly swayed. Then I saw the fish floating on the water in front of me quickly sinking into the water. I was so nervous that I quickly lifted the fishing rod and the front end of the fishing rod arched. "Don't worry about lifting the fishing rod, shake it left and right, and then lift the fishing rod when you drag the fish out of strength to swim." My father soon taught me these tips, and my nervousness was calmed down by my father. Then, as my father said, I shook the fishing rod leisurely from side to side, and I could vaguely see the fish being dragged under the water line, swimming back and forth with my fishing rod. After a while, I felt I was shaking without any difficulty. I thought the fish was exhausted and had no strength to swim. I quickly lifted the fishing rod, but my strength was not as strong as my father's. I didn't throw the fishing line ashore, but I threw it into the water in front of me. The fish just lifted, attached to the fishing line, fell into the water in front of me. It seems unwilling to give in easily, flopping about in the water on the shore and running away. I'm in a hurry and don't know what to do. Fortunately, my father arrived in time, stood on the shore, grabbed the fish with his big hand and held it firmly. I cheered, took my first fish from my father and observed it carefully. I saw its flat body, less than ten centimeters long, covered with faint blue-black fish scales, and a small white belly, struggling uneasily in my hands. I asked my father, "Dad, what kind of fish is this?" Dad told me that it was a small crucian carp, not too big. "Not big? Is that a baby crucian carp? " I muttered to myself and walked to the fish bucket. When I was about to put the little fish in the bucket, an idea suddenly occurred to me. "Dad, can I put this little fish back in the river?" Dad replied cheerfully, "Of course, a small fish can only grow into a big fish if it is put back into the river. The bigger the fish, the smaller the fish, so you can catch more fish. " After listening to my father's words, I happily ran to the water's edge and carefully put the small crucian carp in my hand into the water. When I want to touch it again and say goodbye to it, it won't let me touch it at all, and as soon as it wags its tail, it sinks into the water and disappears. I'm a little disappointed, but I imagine that the little fish gave birth to a little fish. I felt full of hope and happiness when a large group of fish swam happily in the river.

At sunset, my father and I put away the fishing rod, lifted the fish bucket, and went home happily with the harvest in the afternoon. But fishing, a little funny thing in life, has made me understand a lot: only calm, patient and persistent can there be hope of success; Be good at observing, use your head, get what you want from your heart, and change the way of dealing with problems flexibly with the changes of things in order to succeed; Only by fishing without exhaustion can we live in better harmony with nature ... These interesting things in life and their enlightenment will stay in my mind for a long time and guide me to the future.

Interesting composition at the age of five in childhood.

Childhood is like a bunch of colorful flowers, bright and gorgeous. Childhood is like a kaleidoscope full of fantasies and miracles. Looking back on my childhood, that carefree life, that silly fun, sometimes I can't help laughing.

One day a few years ago, my mother was doing housework on the balcony and asked me to play with toys in the living room. But what's so interesting about toys? I got tired of playing at once. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother would take out some colorful things from the drawer on the dresser in the bathroom every day and put them on her face. It's really beautiful. I also want to paint it as beautiful as Snow White in fairy tales. I moved to a small stool, stood on the stool, opened the drawer, took out my mother's "treasure" and began to get busy. I dressed up carefully, thinking to myself: When I am dressed up, let my mother put on the most beautiful princess dress for me, and then go outside for a walk, the children will definitely envy me to death.

Just as I was rubbing and painting with longing, my mother's voice suddenly came: "Sun Huayang, where are you?" What are you doing? Why haven't you heard your voice for a long time? Have you done something bad again? " I don't have time to talk to her and continue my serious business. Mother came to the bathroom and saw the dresser in a mess. Her "baby" has all been "heroically sacrificed": her eyebrow pencil is broken, her lipstick is broken, and rouge is spilled all over the table, which is simply terrible. My mother was so angry that she raised her hand to hit me, only to find a "Xiaohua Mall" standing in front of her. She couldn't help laughing and said, "Look at you. What is it like?"? Ha ha ha ... "I looked at my mother inexplicably, not knowing what had happened. She picked me up and let me look in the mirror. Oh, my God, this is Snow White. She is a terrible witch: her face is as white as a piece of paper, and she keeps brushing off powder. There are two black "bugs" lying on the eyebrows, and the eyes become.

The most ridiculous thing about panda eyes is that their mouths are painted as two thick sausages. I was so scared that I quickly closed my eyes and fell on my mother and said, "Mom, I don't want to be a witch, I want to be Snow White ..."

Time passed day by day. Now, I can't help laughing when I think about it. It is this interesting thing that filled my childhood with joy and happiness and made me grow up day by day.

Interesting composition of childhood VI

It's late at night, and the classroom lights are still on. Looking out of the window, there are thousands of lights and an unfinished tall building in the distance. Looking at all this, I can't help but think of an incident when I was a child.

I don't know why I always had a special complex about tall buildings when I was a child. I am eager to build high-rise buildings that make people live and work in peace and contentment, to build towering towers, and to capture the clouds of dreams. So there are always a few rotten bricks on the small mound at home, which is my dream city.

Later, when I moved to a new home, Otsuka left me. But there is still a pile of sand upstairs, so I continue to build my dream city there. First flatten the sand pile, and build a wall with sand and some water around the flattened sand pile. Facing the sun, I saw a door. There are many high platforms in the wall, which are quite royal. This is Miyagi. Under Miyagi, I built a road and put some bricks beside it. At the end of the road, I built a modern stadium with several large tiles, where people can hold various sports events and keep fit. I want to build a park in the south, so I dug a pit in the south, covered it with waterproof film, put some small fish in the water, inserted some weeping willows by the lake, and built some forest paths so that the old people can dance square dance in it without worrying about disturbing others. Children can have fun from it.

A financial center is indispensable in any city, so a new district called "Manhattan" has sprung up in the north, and a triangular pyramid TV station has been built. From then on, people can watch TV and build a first-class office building where people can work. In other parts of the city, commercial buildings have been built one after another, and the city has begun to be full of vitality, with bright lights every night. Under the financial city, subway lines crisscross, making it convenient for people to commute. The ground railway network is becoming more and more perfect. Behind the financial city, an airport was built. The city began to connect with the world. Expressway also extends in all directions, connecting every place. When a city is built, it must have a name. A city built on the beach is called Shacheng.

Later, Shacheng gradually left me, but it stayed in my heart forever. It is often said that there is a lack of warmth in the reinforced concrete jungle, and everyone is in a hurry. But in my city, everyone is like a friend. People are in no hurry. On the contrary, everyone will slow down and experience the beauty of life. I believe this dream city will become a real city sooner or later!

Interesting composition of childhood VII

In my childhood, many interesting things happened, such as planting candy and painting on my father's face ... They held up my colorful childhood like a dream. Among them, what impressed me the most was making toothpaste sandwich biscuits.

In the preschool year, we happened to have a spring outing on April Fool's Day. Students fool each other, not when you put two rabbit ears on his head when taking pictures, but when he puts a bug on your head. In short, we have thought of all the tricks that can tease people.

Back home, we are still wanting more, just thinking about how to talk to my sister Doby's parents. After careful consideration, we finally made up our mind to make toothpaste sandwich biscuits. Just do it. While the adults were taking a nap, I sneaked into the kitchen and tried to open the cupboard above, because the biscuits were in it. I stood on tiptoe and tried to make progress, but I couldn't reach it. Hey, what should I do? Looking at the stove, I chuckled. I climbed onto the table and got the biscuits easily. I crept back to my room with a trophy in my hand. My sister rummaged through the closet in the bathroom and finally found a white toothpaste. She rushed at me in ecstasy. I took out a biscuit and she squeezed some toothpaste on it. I carefully spread it out evenly with my hands, and then covered it with a biscuit, and a sandwich biscuit was ready. It looks no different from ordinary cream-filled biscuits. Smell it. It smells like mint. We made a few in the same way and put them on a plate. If I didn't know there was toothpaste in it, I would wipe it all off like a breeze.

We took the biscuit tray to the room and shouted, "Mom and Dad, come and try this sandwich biscuit and see how it tastes?" Mom took one and took a bite: "Well, it tastes good, and it has the cool taste of mint." After listening to mother's words, we snickered to ourselves. Hearing this, Dad also took a piece. "This tastes a bit special!" We couldn't help laughing. My sister ran out and quickly brought a glass of water. She said dutifully, "Dad, the cookies are too dry. Drink some water! " ""Look, how filial my daughter is! "Dad just took a sip, and bubbles came out of his mouth. Only then did he know that the toothpaste was in it, which made him laugh and cry. We finally burst out laughing and ran out of the room at a speed of 100 meters. ...

In retrospect, it still makes people laugh. This interesting childhood story will be engraved in my mind forever!

Interesting composition of childhood VIII

Everyone has a childhood, and the fun of childhood is like all kinds of shells on the beach, shining in the sun and shining with colorful light. The brightest one is the most unforgettable thing in my childhood.

Father Sun smiles in the blue sky, giving light and heat to human beings. In the stream, small fish are playing hide and seek, and weeping willows by the stream are dancing with the wind. The picture is so harmonious that people can't help but look at it more. Suddenly, a few little feet broke the peace. Who is it? Me and my childhood friends, of course. "Fish, don't run." I said while chasing. "Stop chasing, I must have caught more small fish than any of you!" One person said proudly. "That's not certain, just wait and see!" I said I was not convinced. Hey! The little fish is gone again. I have to think of a way. Here it is. I rushed home like an arrow. I first found a small basket, tied a knot on it with a thick long rope to make sure it wouldn't fall, then put some rice in the basket, and finally put a small stone to make the basket sink. Everything is ready, I came to the bridge. My friends all asked me curiously, "What is this?" I said confidently, "Look!" I slowly put the basket at the bottom of the stream and asked someone to help me pull the rope. I also found a stone to press on the rope, scattered rice grains around the basket, and waited for the fish to "trap themselves".

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the temperature is getting higher and higher. Seeing more and more small fish caught by others, I can't help worrying. At this time, a small fish entered the basket like a walk. I lifted it hard and caught it. My lost confidence has come back. I put it back, and in a short time, I pulled up a small fish that fell into a trap and wanted to escape home. Gradually, I caught more and more small fish. Before you know it, it's dusk. It's time to catch fish. We are scrambling to show you our "harvest" and prepare to decide the final champion, but only if we know how many fish to catch first. Ten minutes later, everyone began to count. Many things happen. My final score is eighteen. The first place is naturally mine, and I am elated. However, the person who laughed at me before has long since disappeared.

Just as I was talking with my partner about how I caught so many fish, my mother came. She said to me angrily, "didn't I ask you to write a word?" I went to Shanghai and you forgot all about it? Also, it is your fault that there is a big bowl of rice missing at home. " "I ..." I was just about to explain that my mother dragged me home at once, so I had to "eat Rhizoma Coptidis-it's too bitter to say", leaving a group of silly "audience" and "Zhang Er monks-puzzled"

After so many years, I have long forgotten what happened when I was a child. Only this incident is still fresh in my mind.

Childhood fun composition 9

Childhood is a song, and childhood songs are beautiful.

Just like Gorky wrote about childhood, Gorky wrote about childhood and his poverty. He did his "college". But our childhood is different, and ours is happy.

This is the best music of all songs.

Song 1:

When I was a child, I was always naughty and never wanted to go to kindergarten. In order not to attend class, the teacher can only ask me to sleep for a while.

That's about it. I don't like this, but I've been here a few times before.

If I can't remember clearly, I can only say this: I forgot again.

Song 2:

When I grew up, I went to primary school. It's a pity that I didn't start the first grade until I was 8 years old. It's the fourth grade now, but there are many people who study late like me. Still, I don't want to care.

The reason why I don't want to take care of it is annoyance. A few days after the first year of school, I peed my pants. This kind of thing makes me ashamed to death ... some men call me beard man and want to throw them away. There is really no way out now, and I want to transfer. Unfortunately, I don't know if my parents can agree with me. I want to go to Hangzhou to study most. I don't know which school is better ... alas, it's so difficult. Let's talk about it after the exam.

Now it's Unit 8. Compared with other semesters, this semester is really too fast. Time is fast, not slow. I especially want to say something. ...

Song 3:

Sometimes I get good grades and bad grades. However, life in the fourth grade is bitter.

It's my male teacher. The teacher is a strict teacher and sometimes punishes others. We can't stand it any longer, but unfortunately, we have to live like this.

Another male teacher is actually from Huanggang, Hubei, but he doesn't teach well. Once in class, he chewed gum and said, I don't want to live this life because I don't like it.

Compared with these two teachers, the teachers in our school are better. The teachers in Huaxing school are all rubbish, because they can't teach, they just teach indiscriminately. Although the teacher is strict, I am better. And that teacher not only made me take a lot of steps back, but also wrote some dreams that I never thought about.

All in all, I still find these three songs unforgettable. Everyone is similar to me, which is the same thing. ...

Interesting composition of childhood 10

Childhood is a beautiful song deep in the alley; Childhood is a fragile paper plane in the sky; Childhood is the warm sunshine in memory; Childhood is a new starting point of life; Childhood is a wild flower that has not yet opened in the breeze. In my memory, childhood brought me joy and sadness, and also made me laugh and cry. Is it everyone's unforgettable childhood experience?

When I was looking for something, I accidentally dug out a photo of my childhood from the drawer. The girl in the photo is so familiar, but a little strange. Holding the photo tightly, I ran to the living room. "Mom, that's me in this photo!" "Of course it's you, silly boy!" My mother touched my head gently, and I reluctantly smiled and walked back to the room. The girl in the photo, chubby face, big clear eyes, grinning, smiling brightly, revealing eight white teeth. When this photo was taken, she was running, her hair was floating in the wind, and she was holding a half-eaten roasted corn cob with a little residue in her mouth. Seeing this, I snorted and smiled. How innocent and lovely! Thinking of kindergarten, I really want to go back to childhood! I leaned down and stared at the photo, and I could clearly hear the sound of the second hand "Didi" on my watch. Watching, I can't help but think of when I was a child:

When I was young, I liked to play with colorful building blocks. When my friend and I were piling wood, we knocked it down on purpose. I actually began to cry loudly, holding the building blocks that had fallen apart and putting them back bit by bit. I sobbed, tears crossed my cheeks and fell to the ground, leaving deep tears on my white face. My friends saw this joke and felt sorry, but they also helped me build blocks. They laughed after me.

I began to learn piano when I was in kindergarten, but I was naughty, but I always liked to run. The piano teacher has a habit of going to the next classroom for a cup of tea in the middle of class. Every time I take this time, I run away. In the second class, the teacher seemed to forget that it was the same this time, and she never got rid of this habit and didn't bring tea to the piano room to drink, so I always fish in troubled waters. Now that I think about it, it's both regrettable and interesting!

When I was a child, there was one thing I could never forget. During my nap, I dreamed that a crocodile ate me and scared me to pee my pants. The children's shoes in kindergarten began to smell. "What stinks!" Everyone covered their noses, followed the smell and looked at me in surprise. I can't help it. I have to go out to take shelter from the rain. When the teacher heard the news, he immediately washed the quilt and my pants and gave me a new pair of kindergarten pants. I blushed and went back to my sleeping place. My classmates didn't laugh at me either, as if they had forgotten about it. They also had a good chat with me and said they would do the same. Looking at my classmates, I feel a little warm in my heart.

My childhood brought me the best memories.

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