What was your first impression of childhood?

Gray memories.

People should live in reality and not think about things in the past.

A good childhood is certainly worth recalling, but it is sad to be immersed in it and reminisce.

I wish you a happy and happy life.

When I was young, I played with my brother and brother, but now that I'm older, I almost don't have any time together, and I'm busy with my own work and career, and my parents are arguing and getting along, and now I think about it, it's so cute, but I can't see it anymore.

I think there are many people who will miss their childhood, carefree, everything in childhood is beautiful, but after all, people have to grow up to face this unfair world, get out of their parents' world, meet their own world, and now I want to work hard to give my baby a happier and warmer childhood!

Childhood is a long time

It grew so long that I forgot to eat.

The sky was blue in childhood

Looking up, the sky is endless.

Childhood snacks are delicious

I can be happy for a dollar for a long, long time.

In childhood, I liked to pick up rags

Glowing beads, strange stones, and lost puppies.

Childhood has superpowers

Able to talk to animals and plants.

The world of childhood has a lot of animals

Ants, butterflies, and strange insects the size of rice grains.

Childhood was wonderful

Living in the gap between light and darkness in the general sense, tearing, twisting, and chipping.

An incident in my youth planted the seed of evil, and the first rays of the morning sun hinted at a hundred years of loneliness.

Thanks to him, I have become a two-faced man.

Benevolence and cruelty coexist, grace and savagery coexist.

But after all, I miss it, and I am very grateful for the cruel growth, I died and was born.

Impression: It is a picture, in autumn, looking up from under a large tree, the withered yellow leaves swaying with the wind, revealing the dazzling sunlight.

Nostalgic or not: Yes.

Every time I turn over the house and smell the familiar Karma smell, I feel so kind, I can't tell what it is, it is a smell from childhood to adulthood. I miss all the people I used to go to school with and be classmates, and I hope you're all doing well.

Carefree Always want to go back to old age and turn back the clock!

The warmth of my childhood mother, but now I can't go back, because my mother is no longer there!

Alone. But the beauty and happiness of each bit will make people remember and miss it more and more.

There is no feeling, but it is very touching.

Thunderstorms. I want to go back to 10 years old.

I'm very small. Can't think of anything.

One day, out of curiosity and at the instigation of his cousin, he threw a white tablecloth into a dye vat and dyed it blue, only to be beaten unconscious by his grandfather and suffer a serious illness.

Since then, Alyosha.

He began to observe the people around him with uneasiness, and felt unbearable humiliation and pain for himself and others. Unable to bear this life, his mother left him and left the family.

Childhood is by the Soviet writer Maxim Gorky.

Based on his own experience, he created the first part of the autobiographical ** trilogy. The work tells the story of Alyosha's childhood from the age of three to ten.

Brother Fight", "**'s maternal grandfather", "Grigory was fired by his uncle for blindness", etc.

Alyosha does not feel warmth at home, and is discriminated against and harassed at school. Therefore, in Alyosha's heart, the emotion of "love" was gradually replaced by hatred for everything. Due to a disagreement with his stepfather, Alyosha returned to his maternal grandfather's house, which by this time was completely bankrupt!

Their lives are also becoming more and more difficult.

In order to make ends meet, Alyosha worked with the neighbor's children after school to pick and sell scraps. At the same time, I also felt friendship and compassion. But this has also attracted criticism from the school. He finished the third grade with honors and left the school classroom for good.

It tells the childhood life of Alyosha from the age of three to ten, vividly reproduces the living conditions of the lower class people in Tsarist Russia in the seventies and eighties of the 19th century, and writes about Gorky's understanding of suffering and his unique views on social life.

Our story is like a thick storybook, recording many interesting things that may make us sad; Maybe let us rejoice; Perhaps it puts us to shame. But the important thing is that these big and small things make our childhood more wonderful and beautiful. What impressed me the most was something that made me feel ashamed.

At that time, I was 10 years old, and I enrolled in cram school during the summer. Once, I stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus as usual. The sky was gloomy, and my mood was getting more and more dull.

At this time, an old man came up to me with a bowl. I looked him up and down: he had dry gray hair, small eyes that made me wonder if he had opened them at all, and his face was carved with wrinkles.

Dressed in dirty, patched clothes, with a pair of black feet, and a notch in the bowl he served, there was a five-dime coin in it. I thought to myself: this man must be an old beggar, and now he must be asking me for money.

Sure enough, in a hoarse voice, he asked me, "Little girl, do you have any money on you?" "I think:

I still have to use my pocket money to buy something to eat, so I don't have anything to share with him. So, impatiently, I said, "No."

Who knows, he actually took out three one-yuan bills from the bowl, stuffed them into my hand, and said to me: "Little girl, it looks like it's about to rain this day, I just saw that you seem to be very anxious here, so I came to ask if you brought any money, sure enough, you just didn't bring it, you just use the three dollars to hurry home in the car, ah, otherwise your family should be in a hurry." The old man turned and walked away.

My face flushed, "Grandpa! I shouted, and the old man heard it, but he just turned his head and smiled at me, and went on again. I looked at the back of the old man who had gone away, and looked at the crumpled three dollars, it turned out that it was my villain.

I still record the three yuan, and it always reminds me to be willing to help others, to be loving, to respect the old and love the young. The most impressive and profound things brought me the most profound understanding.

Childhood left me with good memories, and the day I went on a spring outing in elementary school was the happiest day in my childhood memory. ......The reason why I said that this day was the happiest day was because it was the farthest away from home, the happiest thing I experienced on that spring outing, and the most delicious food I ate on that day made me very satisfied.

1. That day was the farthest I walked from home, leaving me with good memories.

Before that spring outing, I had never been too far from home. ......But on that day, he left home and walked far, far away, a few hours by car. This experience left me with the best memories and made me feel the happiest.

2. On that day, I experienced the happiest and happiest thing.

On that day, I experienced the happiest and happiest thing, and regarded that day as the happiest day of my childhood. ......On that day's spring outing, I saw the scenery that I had never seen before, and I had a very happy time, and I never felt so happy. ......It is precisely because of this that I will regard that day as the happiest day of my childhood.

3. On that day, I ate the most delicious food during the spring outing, and I felt very satisfied.

When I was a child, I felt the most beautiful thing about being able to eat delicious food. ......In the spring outing that day, my parents prepared delicious food for myself, and the school also prepared a sumptuous meal, and the food I ate on this day was the most delicious in my memory, so I felt that that day was the happiest day in my childhood, and I was deeply impressed.

Gorky once said, "Books are the ladder of human progress." ”

Childhood is a fairly famous work written by Gorky, it is the first part of Gorky's autobiographical ** trilogy, written between 1913 and 1916. This book mainly writes about Gorky's childhood life in Russia, and gives us an idea of how difficult and bumpy the writer's childhood was.

There are many happy things, sad things, and unforgettable things written in this book. One of the most impressive episodes for me is: Alyosha was beaten by his grandfather.

Here's how it happened: Alyosha took the tablecloth and dyed it for playfulness, and got into trouble. After my grandmother found out, she planned to block Sasha, who knew about it, with a little money, to hide the matter but the paper couldn't hold the fire, and finally let my grandfather know.

So the grandfather first beat the informant Sasha, and then Alyosha so hard that Alyosha was finally knocked unconscious. I felt that my grandfather was a very ruthless cold-blooded animal, and he didn't miss family affection at all. It makes people want to teach him, a hateful stinky old man, a hard lesson.

What impressed me the most was my grandfather. The withered and thin figure, the tiny hands dyed with dye, the fiery red hair, the green Scrooge's eyes, the shrill voice, and of course the image that impressed me the most was the "weasel-like face" that Alexei often said. The language of "Childhood" is very vivid, and when you read it, the characters in it seem to be right in front of you.

My grandfather was not confused when he was young, but my grandfather was not spared from the ugly petty burgher habits of Russian society at that time. The older you get, the more stingy and stupid you become. He treats money as his life, grants usurious loans, and treats his former business partner, Master Grigory, a current employee.

He also brutally whipped his grandson and grandson for a little thing. And treating his maternal grandmother is also a typical image of a tyrant. Husbands and wives who have lived all their lives are balanced, and in the end they end up living under the same roof and living their own lives.

The stinginess and greed for money have also developed to the point of no return. It can be said that in the body of my maternal grandfather, we can see the ugly side of Russian society at that time. To discourage the social habits of the time, we can glimpse the gloom of the Russians at that time in the figure of the grandfather.