Childhood is a boat full of many joys; childhood is a sweet candy; childhood is a beautiful secret garden. Childhood is a familiar name. Inadvertently, I can not help but miss the colorful childhood, I want to go back to childhood time ah!
Childhood, what a happy time; a childhood; an unforgettable time; a childhood; what an interesting time. It is the only way for everyone, but not necessarily everyone's childhood is happy, but I am glad that my childhood is very happy. Now, I have little time for the elderly complain, he too cruel, quickly walked every corner, let the childhood shadow quietly left, now every day I have to learn, learning, and learning. The burden of learning has been pressing me out of breath, and in my life, perhaps there is only learning, and I am helpless. I want to go back to my childhood.
Childhood memories can not be wiped out, everything in childhood is very clear to me, I can not forget my childhood, childhood, I was innocent.
Remember that time, mom went to the supermarket to buy some snacks, of course, the world's best gourmet — — ice cream. When I saw it, I fell in love with it at first sight and blinked my eyes. I'm dancing holding ice cream treasure, almost to the point of past hope. I just want to import the ice cream into the entrance, but her mother was called, and she said in an ordered tone: "&ldquo, it's about to eat, you're not allowed to eat ice cream.". ” “ tick tick. &rdquo, the tears of the big bean flowed down with mom's refusal, so I could not help it. &ldquo. I'll take two or three bites. Wait a minute. I'll definitely have a big bowl of rice. OK? My dear mother. "&rdquo," I begged as I played a spoiled brat. “ is not impossible, and can you take my words as unheeded advice ah, you this child more and more outrageous. ” my mother did not leave some feelings, listening to her refusal, I never spoke, I was speechless, my throat is like what stopped like, eyes full of tears, I only know a great cry. No wonder I was only six years old. It was really a June day. The face of a baby said it would change. &ldquo, don't cry. If you insist on eating, then I won't give you a meal. "&rdquo, mom's finally hurt me," she said. The sun came out, tears immediately dry, and I immediately nodded, promised, happy jump three feet high. I really didn't eat one meal that day. For my childhood, ice cream can really be a meal.
Childhood I was so naive, childhood I was so interesting, childhood, I was so that two people monk — — confused. Childhood I made a joke, childhood I made a lot of stupid things, but I was happy childhood, or very popular with everyone. I want to go back to the happy days of my childhood and return to the world where there is no burden to study, forever happy, and forever ignorant. The angel appeared soon, let me get it! There is a meteor across the sky. I hope my wish will not be like this meteor.我的童年回忆作文5
In my childhood memories, the man who gave me the first key to life was my father.
When I was seven years old, my father bought a small bike, and I was wild with joy. You know, bicycles have always been the plaything of my dreams! I yelled for Dad to teach me how to ride a bike, and dad agreed.
So I pushed my beloved little bike to practice in a clearing. A car cannot balance and fell several times. I slumped to the ground and shouted, "&ldquo, I'm not practicing."! &rdquo then, never angry, Dad sank down and said, "&ldquo, my son isn't a coward."! Stand up again! &rdquo. Finally, I learned how to ride a bike. Dad said: &ldquo, failure is not terrible, terrible is that you do not stand up to the courage to fight the difficulties. ”
Late at night, I was absorbed in the work under the lamplight, and the fragrance of the ink in the book made me fascinated. I'm writing, the pen issued on paper “ Sasha ” sound, has become the main melody of my life in … …
At last I finished my math and wanted to stretch my tight nerves, so I paced to the balcony. The deep night sky, stars, like a huge magnetic field, attracted my eyes. The gates of childhood memories slowly opened … …
A scholarly gate, vaguely remember, mother took me walking in … … mother holding my hand, walking on the lake, willows on both sides, like a beautiful hair flowing in the wind, I will together with my mother to “ two Oriole Ming Cui Liu, a line of towers the blue sky. &rdquo, mum told me the story of the mermaid. When I talked about the mermaid princess disappearing into the sea, my eyes were moist. Mother with a faint fragrance of the handkerchief to wipe my tears and said: “ the mermaid princess has always wanted to be a man, but she does not understand, when she for the happiness of others and give up their own life, she is the most beautiful in the world. ”
I grew up listening to my mother's story. After listening to my mother's story, I always went to the book to find more mysteries.
Looking up at the stars, thoughts rolling … … childhood life is really memorable. Time is running out of water. Since I can't feel my childhood again, please cherish it now. Don't let me regret it in the future.我的童年回忆作文10
The steps of the years are walking on and on. In the twinkling of an eye, I have spent more than a dozen spring, summer, autumn and winter, but the memories of each season is unique, unique, and eternal.
Spring, the spring in my memory, is flying kites in the fields. On the soft, loose ground, with a reel of thread in one hand, a kite in one hand, and who is the tallest. Look at your kite and fly up to the sky. Don't mention how happy you are! I cheered and danced. The kites of big and small are more colorful in the spring sky and sunshine.
In summer, the summer I remember is swimming in the sea. That summer vacation, I came to the seaside. Although it is swimming, just holding the buoy to the sea frolic. Be basked in by the sun, be soaked by the sea water, very comfortable! A wave came, I was carried to the shore, and then playing in the sand on the shore of the beach, sand castle … …
Autumn, my memory of autumn, is collecting leaves between trees. Autumn wind blowing, leaves, and then the ground was covered with a layer of golden carpet, thick, soft. The leaves are already withered and yellow, and their veins are dimly visible. Some are straight, some are bent, others are thick and some are thin; &hellip is … they realize that human life is also so.
In winter, in my memory is winter in the snow and make a snowman, snowball fights buddy. We patiently piled up plump, vivid snowman, looks very cute! Suddenly, a snowball hit over, I do not know who put this just pile snowman broke, so a &ldquo battle began; ” — — meal time, screaming, laughter woven into a shuttle, snowball chase figure, constitute a &ldquo snow; figure &rdquo play;. It's cold, but we're hot, &hellip. …
The footsteps of the years are walking on and on, passing away, the memories of my childhood are so wonderful! ~ it is like a boat, carrying my dream, traveling in the years. At this time, Bing Xin's &ldquo, childhood ah! It is a true dream, a real dream, a tearful smile. ” always ringing in my ear; … …