Memories of childhood composition

In ordinary daily life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can vent their emotions and adjust their mood. How to write a good composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition of childhood memories. Welcome to read the collection.

Memories of childhood composition 1 The horn in the village is familiar to everyone, right? It's one of those big stupid horns with a dark appearance and a big head and a small head. On the way to the learning camp, I met a big horn. Have a look? I can't help falling into memories. ...

I remember when I was a child, I often went to my grandmother's house to play. My grandmother's family is in the countryside, and she is a doctor, so I have a big speaker at home, which is very convenient to inform people. I did a lot of funny things because of that big horn.

I remember one time, grandma called everyone for vaccination, and I forgot to turn off the microphone after I finished speaking, so I shouted there. Haha, my voice rang all over the village, and I will never forget the proud expression on my face and my mother's beating.

Later, when I grew up, I didn't often go back to the village. And now there are many music listening devices and broadcasting devices. Now I have a small square trumpet. I think many people don't remember the size that might have brought me a lot of happiness when I was a child. In fact, to be honest, I have long forgotten about the big speaker. Now that mobile phones are so developed, you can listen to music at any time by wearing headphones. But this time, when I saw the familiar speaker on the way to the learning camp, I suddenly understood that childhood memories are now technology and cannot be bought.

No matter how advanced the technology is now, he is far less than the big horn that grew up with me and brought me happiness.

Memories of childhood composition 2 I remember that year, my family went to my grandmother's house for a holiday. Bake sweet potatoes, roast potatoes and roast purple potatoes, and take out all the good dishes planted in the previous year and bake them together. This is a custom in the village. Relatively speaking, I like baked sweet potatoes best.

First, we need to pluck the hair. After the sweet potato is picked and left for a long time, a little hair will appear on the skin, and the short hair will be pulled out. Then, carefully put the sweet potato on the stove. We need to wait patiently for the next step.

I looked at the sparks on the stove, and between them, I recalled the scene of playing in the small yard in front of my grandmother's house when I was a little girl five years ago. The tall reeds surrounded me, and I ran left and right, as if I were in a maze with no exit. At that time, I was like a tiny bug and frog at the bottom of the well, and I could only see the blue sky the size of the wellhead. A scent pulled me back from my good memories. Look! The sweet potato is half cooked, so it's time to bake the other side.

I began to think again, as if I saw a cold winter, my sister and I were having a snowball fight happily, watching the little match girl sitting in front of the board in the corner, rubbing it gently with cold hands, feeling the warmth and light brought by matches, and listening to the encouragement given by her kind grandmother.

Suddenly, my mother patted me and said, "Son, the sweet potato is ripe." I suddenly came to my senses and tasted the delicious sweet potato carefully, but I was thinking about the memories just now. ...

Memories of childhood Composition 3 Childhood is a poem, in which we are wonderful; Childhood is a movie, which contains our joy; Childhood is a wonderful dream in which our imagination plays back.

I remember when I was five years old, I ate apples while watching TV. I accidentally ate an apple core and took a quick sip of water. At this time, I remembered the fairy tale book: There was a little monkey who accidentally ate a peach pit and drank water. A few days later, a small seedling grew on his navel.

I couldn't help shivering and immediately ran to ask my mother, "I accidentally swallowed the apple core and drank water." Will there be an apple tree in my stomach? " Mother smiled and said, "Little fool, how can it be?" I said with a grain of salt, "But the fairy tale book says ..." My mother squatted down and touched my head and said, "The fairy tale book is just telling a story. Don't be afraid."

My mother's words calmed my nervous heart, but I then asked my mother, "Why did that little tree sprout as soon as it was sown and watered?" "That's because there is sunshine."

So, I thought: Then I open my mouth to bask in the sun, and I will plant apple trees. Then mom won't have to spend money on apples!

The more I think about it, the more proud I feel. I ran out to open my mouth to bask in the sun, and I couldn't stand it for about a few minutes. Hey! Bud didn't grow up, but my face was a lot darker. My friend gave me a nickname: Little Africa.

Childhood is colorful, colorful, and we all miss it!

Memories of childhood composition 4 I remember that my family went back to their hometown in the summer vacation when I was six years old. At that time, my hometown had not changed the gas, but used firewood.

One day after I returned to my hometown, I got up early, but I was not the first one to get up early. My grandmother gets up earlier than me. Grandma saw me and told me to burn firewood. I can't burn wood, but I dare not ignore what grandma said. If I don't listen, breakfast will be terrible.

I have no experience in the first fire. The first ignition, not a minute, went out. I didn't give up. I tried it the second time, the third time, and it didn't take long for it to burn and go out. Grandma came over and I thought he was going to scold me! Unexpectedly, grandma touched my head and said, "Silly boy, why do you only put corn husks instead of wood?" In this case, as soon as the corn husk is burned, the fire goes out, but if wood is put, the fire on the corn husk will spread to the wood, so that it can continue to burn. " I did as grandma said, and sure enough, my skills have been earned from the rookie level to the great god level. Since then, I have helped my grandmother burn firewood in my hometown every day. It is also called a small expert in firewood burning by villagers, but the technology always needs to be developed. Every household in the village has switched to gas, including our family.

I can't make firewood when I was a child. Miss the worry-free at that time, and want to help grandma light another fire.

Childhood Memories Composition 5 Childhood, everyone has their own childhood, and of course there are memories. Tell me about my memory!

It was a sunny morning, and I got up early as usual. Mom is still cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and dad is still sleeping. Close the window. Wow! The sober air came at me. The warm sunshine shines on my head. Mother always tries her best to do housework. Although I want to help, my mother always says, "study hard and do your homework." It helps me. "yes! It is worthwhile to study hard. I thought to myself

Once, I got sick. It's raining hard outside. My mother picked me up in a raincoat and rushed me to the hospital. I can see how anxious my mother is. I hope the hospital is closer to me. At that time, I saw my mother's deep love for me. Whose mother didn't? How can we repay them? They have you, they have you, they have you to study, and they have you to live.

Motherly love is warm and great. Motherly love can't be bought back and can't be kept. That was the most familiar love in my childhood. Do you understand the greatness of maternal love?

Memories of childhood Composition 6 Memories are endless, which bring us joy and longing. I left my hometown and remembered my childhood. I remember when I was 6 years old, I flew kites on the grass with some children.

It is good for us to fly kites. When the kite flies high into the sky, we run happily. The endless grassland seems to be our world. We shouted, very happy! Until dusk, we stopped and looked at the sun. We look to the future and hope that the boundless grassland will be better tomorrow.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival when I was 5 years old, my relatives and I made teak lanterns by the sea. My relatives and I first collected more teak skins, then tied the four corners of teak skins with iron wires, inserted candles in teak skins and lit a fire. Finally, put teak lanterns on the sea. Teak lanterns symbolize my prayers and blessings for the bright moon with my relatives.

At that moment, teak lamp lit up my heart! Childhood memories make me happy! The footprint of growing up in my memory makes me grow up day by day! Although my future is beautiful, my childhood memory is the most beautiful in my heart! I love my childhood!

Childhood Memories Composition 7 Childhood is colorful. There are happy things, sad things and things that make people grow up at once. There is one thing that I will never forget.

When I was in grade one, I had a holiday on Saturday and Sunday. My parents took me back to the country. I saw my dog as soon as I got home. There are two dogs, one is called Xiaobai, and the other is called Xiaohei. Xiaohei is named after their own coat color.

I played with them there for a long time. I find that puppies always scratch their heads with their own feet. They look lovely. I'm beginning to wonder. I sat on the bed and scratched their feet. But after a long time, I helped them with my hands. I folded my foot to the left and then my hand to the right ... At this moment, my father came over and was wondering when he saw me. I asked him, "Dad, I am." Dad smiled, and his mind was full of greetings.

I'll understand when I grow up. It turns out that puppies have their own habits. A puppy's hand is its foot, but human hands and feet have a division of labor.

This is my childhood memory, which is particularly interesting. I like my childhood.

I still clearly remember the day of my eighth birthday.

This is a birthday present from my parents. I think my eighth birthday is the happiest day since I was born. Because my parents forgot my birthday on the morning of my birthday. Just at lunch time, my door was opened and the dog was barking loudly. My mother let me have a look. who is it? I went out to have a look. It turned out to be grandma. I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, are you there?" What are you doing here? " . Grandma said, "Today is your birthday. Grandma will come to celebrate your birthday. " Hearing that today is my birthday, I jumped for joy. Grandma and I went to the living room. Mom and dad are here. I will tell my mother that today is my birthday. Mom just reacted. Mother said to father, "How shall we spend our daughter's birthday today?" Grandma said it was just a big dinner. But mom and dad said, "How can this be done?" .

After a while, my father put on his coat and said to me, "Dad is going out. What do you want to eat? Just say to dad, "Dad, don't go out because it's too hot now. "Anyway, dad has gone out.

Dad went out and didn't come back until late at night. Holding a cake in his hand. It looks lovely. I can't wait to eat the box. Dad said to me, "Happy birthday!" Now let's celebrate our birthdays together! My eighth birthday was my happiest day.

My childhood was spent in menstruation's home in the countryside of Bayan County, and menstruation's home gave me infinite joy in my childhood. There is a mountain near my aunt's house, and there is a field at the foot of it.

In spring, we children will also help adults transplant seedlings, sow seeds, fertilize and do some farm work. But we are not tired at all, because we share some fatigue with adults and feel very happy.

In summer, we will go to the river on the side of the mountain to play. The river is as clear as a mirror and as green as jasper. It's so beautiful. Fish swim and play happily in the river. My friends and I learned to swim, fight and catch small fish in the river ... There were bursts of laughter from time to time in the river. When we are tired of playing, we lie on the soft grass, listening to birds singing for us and watching the changes in the sky. Sometimes, we will go to the mountains to play and catch some butterflies and dragonflies playing on the mountains, but when we see their lovely appearance, we will let them go.

Autumn is the harvest season. We will harvest rice fields with adults and enjoy a bumper harvest.

Even in winter, our happiness is everywhere. The river froze in the cold winter. This place has become a ski resort, where we skate. Sometimes it snows, and we still make snowmen and have snowball fights here ... really happy.

Ah! It brought happiness to my childhood. I like it here.

Childhood Memories Composition 10 Childhood is like a fireworks, it is so short, childhood is like mud, it contains our happiness, childhood is like a photo, it remembers our innocence, innocence and liveliness.

I remember doing a stupid thing when I was young. I saw my father shaving, so I asked him, "Why do you shave and I can't?" My dad said, "Because my dad is an adult, you didn't shave when you were young." Then my dad went to work, and I wondered why I didn't have a beard. Then in the afternoon, my father came back from work and worked all day. Dad went to his room to sleep, and then I went to dad's room carefully and climbed into bed. I pulled out some beards and stuck them on my face. Just as my mother came downstairs, I saw a beard on my face. I'll check in Baidu immediately how to pull out the child's beard. Baidu has no choice but to pull it hard. Finally, my mother pulled out these harmful beards, and my mother told me that I would not pull them out later.

This is my happy, naive and naive childhood. Although it has been a long time, it still lingers.

Childhood Memories Composition 1 1 Before I remember, there were several people who made popcorn at my door. With my mother's permission, I scooped a small bag of rice, asked for a few dollars and went downstairs to eat popcorn. Popcorn's uncle stood up the cannon-like pot with his mouth up, poured rice into the pot and put some saccharin in it. Then tighten the lid and put the pot on the stove. Uncle took a small shovel and added some coal to the stove. Then I sat on the stool, slowly shook the drum-like pot, added some coal from time to time, and poked it in the stove with a hook. So you can make delicious popcorn? I can't help wondering.

It took about ten minutes. Uncle felt the pressure and stopped. Put the spout in a big pocket and put an iron pipe on the lid. I quickly covered my ears. Just listen to "bang" and the fragrant and crisp popcorn comes out! The fragrance suddenly spread. I packed the popcorn, paid the processing fee and went home. When I got home, I grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it in my mouth. Ah, that white fat popcorn melts as soon as you put it in your mouth. It smells good, crisp and sweet! I don't know when my eyes narrowed into a crack. ...

I love colorful childhood, and I love childhood popcorn.

Memories of Childhood Composition 12 My childhood was spent in Zhao Jiaxiang, Baibiji, Anyang County, Henan Province. There are no mountains and rivers in my hometown, only a field in Ma Pingchuan.

My yard is very big, and it can be built with four seats and five rooms. However, due to economic reasons, only five east houses were built in the yard when they were separated. There is a small adobe house next to the East House, which is used as a kitchen. There is a brick Little Square in front of the kitchen, and a slightly larger square cement board is placed on it, which is my dining table. Usually, as long as the weather is not too bad, my mother, sister and brother will sit around the table and eat. Dad only has one month's family leave every year, usually at home during the New Year. ) Breakfast and dinner are generally not cooked. You eat pickled vegetables at home and have a stir-fry for lunch. Not far from the dining table, there are two jujube trees with thin trunks that can only bear small dates. I dug a well in the yard and rolled myself when I used water. There are many trees planted in the yard, with the same thickness. I remember there seems to be a pepper tree, and it really bears pepper. There is also a soft jujube tree that never bears fruit. The rest are mostly Toona sinensis and Sophora japonica. There is a small mound with a slightly longer shape at the root of the south wall of the courtyard, which is the commanding height for me to climb and watch. There is a small toilet in the northwest corner of the yard. There is an earth wall around the yard, which is about one meter high. The gate of the courtyard is made of some thick wooden sticks and is generally unlocked. There is a paulownia tree at the door.

Memories of childhood composition 13 My childhood was happy, happy and beautiful … like a colorful balloon, like a colorful rainbow! But I think it's more like my mother's delicious food, which makes people memorable. Next, I want to be sweet with you!

This is a short story when I was less than three years old. It is also in such a crisp autumn season that mom and grandma are going to harvest corn in the fields. I was very uneasy at home alone, so my mother brought a sun umbrella, Wahaha milk, biscuits ... a small stool pushed me to the ground. Mom and grandma teased me while breaking corn. I was a little boy at that time, and I was gradually dumped for a short distance. I sat on a stool and watched ants move, grasshoppers dance … and I saw the big caterpillar on the corn cob! It's really not funny. I sat on the stool, holding the corn stalks on both sides with my hands, and shouted, "Mom, mom, I took the bus to the street to buy delicious food." Are you going or not? " Grandma and her mother looked back at my demo and laughed! Until now, it will be a little fun to think about it. At that time, I was too young to understand the hardships of labor and the eyes of adults.

Now think carefully about the scene at that time to understand that mom and grandma's eyes are full of comfort and praise. It is this look that gives me invisible strength and courage to face setbacks! Such eyes make me unforgettable!

Childhood Memories Composition 14 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and I am now in Grade 5. It's really interesting to recall my childhood.

I remember that when I was a child, I was a child who loved to play small temper and always had a hard time with my family. They can't wait to buy this today and that tomorrow. If they don't buy it for me, well, I'll roll on the ground and see what they do. They had to give in easily. When I was in kindergarten, I was a naughty child, laughing and laughing all day, and the teacher couldn't help me. Also, to tell you a secret, I used to like Altman best, and kindergarten teachers said I liked Altman best. When I was a child, I played whatever I wanted. Now, I don't worry about eating and drinking. But the rest time at school is not long, and I feel too bored at home. Might as well be a child. I really want to go back to that life. But it's not bad now, and I don't have to cause too much trouble for adults to worry about

Childhood, why did it disappear so quickly? I know I will cherish my childhood. From the beginning, I will cherish my childhood. As the saying goes, "an inch of time and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time."

Memories of childhood composition 15 In my memory, childhood is like a mountain and an ocean, full of joy and laughter. Today, I want to tell you something interesting about my childhood.

That day, it was very hot. In my mother's school, there are several tall and big mulberry trees. Mulberry granules are black and full, sweet and sour, very attractive. When parents are in class, a group of children will pick mulberries. Mulberry is very high, so we have to shake the tree. When the mulberries fall, we will run away from each other and pick up the good mulberries that fall on the ground. Because there were many of us, we picked up a big bag after a while. Everyone is thinking about how to deal with this matter. I said, "Don't divide it. Let's wash and share this! " "Everyone nodded in agreement, so we went to the bathroom, but there was no basin. The most important thing is that there is no hole in our bag. We turned on the tap and got a big bag of water. The water turned black at once and we didn't know what to do. At this time, a partner suddenly said: "hole! With this hole, black water can flow out. "But the hole is too big, and a big bag of good mulberries all fell into the pool. Later, when adults asked why there were many mulberries in the pool, we all blushed and bowed our heads.

Although it has been so long, I will never forget it, because the innocence of my childhood has been unforgettable for many years.