Composition My favorite song from my childhood

One of my favorite songs is - although the song "Childhood" is not as fast as Jay Chou's song, nor as energetic as S.H.E's song, it is gentle and elegant, but whenever I think of it, an indescribable feeling rises spontaneously, and I think of it a lot.

The teacher's chalk was writing on the blackboard, waiting for the end of class, waiting for the end of school, waiting for my childhood ......Listening to this pleasant song, I can't help but think of my childhood, the time and money I wasted, and there is really a bit of "young and strong don't work hard, and the boss is sad"!

When I was young, I often had no intention of studying, I was very playful, and I would leave my homework behind and go out with my friends to have fun and frolic at every turn. At that time, I thought that it didn't matter if I spent some money as long as I was happy, but I never thought about how my parents earned the money. Although I'm not the "boss" yet, I'm no longer a naïve and romantic little girl who doesn't know anything, maybe I can work harder, but I wasted so much time before, sometimes it's really heart-wrenching to think about it!

To cherish time is to cherish life. This is a phrase that many people often say, but who really gets it? Maybe a lot of people can't really do it, let alone those of us who are shousheng?

But we can't really do it, but we just need to live each day well and make every day fulfilling. This is also a tip for me to always be optimistic, I always eat when it's time to eat, play when it's time to play, learn when it's time to learn, sleep when it's time to sleep, put aside all the unpleasantness, don't think about them, go with the flow, it's good, isn't it?

The song "Childhood" not only gave me visual enjoyment, but it also gave me a lot of inspiration and made me understand a lot. It also made me realize that time is not infinite, life is short, but there are many things to do in this short time. So, I love this song and I love listening to it even more ......It reminds me of my ignorant childhood ...... of wasting timeResources.

My childhood, what was it? Is it a burst of laughter? A colourful palette? Or is it a kaleidoscope of change? Neither, it's a beautiful song.

In that childlike era, I did a lot of childish and interesting things, they were like notes on the score, jumping happily, and I still remember it so unforgettable.

There are so many interesting things about childhood. If they are a string of wind chimes, they will make a crisp, cheerful sound when the wind blows. I remember when I was five or six years old, one hot summer, the flames were rising and the sweat was dripping.

Mom and Dad are out. People stay at home and watch cartoons, and when I watch them, I can't help but laugh. Suddenly, I remembered a mosquito buzzing in my ear.

I frowned, glared, and was a little angry, but the bento was nothing, and I continued to watch the cartoon. The mosquito seemed to see that I was ignoring it, and became more presumptuous, so it flew in front of my eyes and spun around. As if he was trying to make me angry.

I ignored it again, but the mosquitoes kept flying around. I finally couldn't help it, "Hahaha! "I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and I flattened the mosquito.

My mind was as active as the splashing water, and I continued to watch my favorite cartoons.

While I was watching TV with relish, two or three more "mischievous bloodies" flew around me, as if trying to avenge the mosquitoes I had killed. "Come on, revenge, the more the merrier! "I'm beaming.

Unexpectedly, I was just talking about playing, and a few mosquitoes flew in. I'm getting more and more nervous that there will be more mosquitoes. But I mustered up the courage to kill these "troublemakers."

Many thoughts exploded in my head like sparks, and then they went out one by one. The "troublemaker" kept pounced on me, and I itched so much that I kept crawling out of the "packets". I was getting more and more angry, and anger was churning in my chest, like a boiler that was overstressed and about to be **.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I rushed into my mother's room to get a can of insecticidal aerosol. But I didn't know which one it was, so I took a random can and immediately sprayed it where there were mosquitoes. "Ahh

It smells so good! Ay! Mom buys insecticidal aerosols and buys fragrant!

It's expensive, but it's effective! Squirt a few more times. Hum!

You 'troublemakers' will be defeated at my feet! Hahaha! "I just sprayed like that, somehow it didn't work, and yawned a few times.

Ha ............ owed”

At this time, Mom returned, she entered the house, and yawned. Ay! Why is it so fragrant.

Ha ............ owedCould it be that my son cooked something delicious? "No......No, I don't. "I told my mom the whole story.

Mom laughed and bent over, saying that the jar I sprayed was perfume. I laughed too.

Through this incident, I have learned that no matter what you do, you must ask for clarity, do it carefully, carefully, and meticulously, and there must be no sloppiness in order to do what you should do more perfectly.

My childhood was a song, a happy and funny song, and in the song of childhood, I grew up slowly....

The golden childhood is like a song, and it will be interesting to taste it carefully. If you don't believe me, I'll sing it to you. During the summer vacation of the first grade, my brother and I in the sixth grade came to Jida Kindergarten to play.

As soon as I entered the door, I was greeted by a cherry orchard, remembering that the teacher used to give us a small cherry, and thinking that when I put this little cherry in my mouth, the sweet juice rushed out, and I couldn't help but drool out. I pulled my brother and asked him to pick a few cherries for me, my brother is an older brother after all, and he knew that he would be criticized after picking it, so he didn't agree. After my repeated requests, my brother was a little annoyed, so he had to pick a few for me.

My brother went to steal it, and my task was to keep a sentry, and after a while I saw a man coming, and hurriedly took a small stone and threw it at my brother. When my brother saw that I had thrown a small pebble, he knew that there was an "enemy situation", so he quickly hid behind the cherry tree. I hid behind a big tree.

As soon as the man entered the cherry grove, he saw his brother at a glance, and was taken aback, and hurriedly ran to the mailroom, where he was so frightened that he climbed out of the wall of the cherry orchard. When I was looking for my brother, a pair of heads fell on my shoulder, and I was so startled that I almost didn't scream, and when I looked back, it was my brother. After the elder brother climbed over the wall from that side, he climbed back from the other side of the wall.

He led me out of the orchard through the side door, and we were out of the danger zone. I ran home in a puff of smoke. When we got home, we saw that our "trophies" cherries were all broken in the pocket of my brother's white shirt, and although I was angry, I thought it was funny because my brother's clothes were all dyed red.

The golden childhood is like a song, and this song can never be sung......

Haha, I'm learning the guitar notation for this song, strumming the strings.