Essay on reminiscing about childhood life 600 words with punctuation, a total of 600 .

Childhood is like a starry sky, blue and beautiful; Childlike, like stars, illuminates the starry sky, making the originally dark starry sky reveal a little light.

I remember the summer when I was very young, and it was very hot. My mother was sweating profusely, so she said to buy me a cold drink on the street. At that time, I was naïve and naïve, and I actually asked curiously:

Mom, what is a cold drink, is it the same as watermelon? "Well......It has a common feature with watermelon: it makes people very cool when eaten!

Mom explained it to me. I hurriedly shouted, "I'm going to eat cold too, I'm going to be cool too!"

My mother and I held hands all the way to a supermarket and bought a cold drink each. As soon as my mother got it, she gulped it down, and I thought of eating it at the hottest time, so I put the cold drink in my pocket. After a while, Mom went out on something.

I was watching cartoons at home alone, and for a while I was imitating the movements in the anime.

After I don't know how long, I felt wet in my pocket, so I took out the cold drink. Take a look: how is it softer than before, is it more delicious and cooler when it is dismantled and put in water?

So, I opened the lid of the grocery bag and put it in a basin filled with water. As soon as I put it down, I noticed that there was some sediment on the surface of the water. At this time, Mom returned.

I ran over to my mom and asked what had just happened. "Cold drinks melt, and it's so funny that you don't eat them early and open the food bag and put it in the water. Mom burst out laughing.

It's been a long time since that incident, but it still feels so ridiculous and funny to think about as if it happened yesterday.

This is my colorful childhood, it is the first step of my life, the first footprint of growth and progress, and the first stop of my future journey. Childhood was my happiest time.

The past time is gone, but what I am left with the most is the memory of time. I fantasized about turning back the clock, but I couldn't, so in my heart, my past life left me with only good memories ......

I reminisce about spring, the season of birds and flowers. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outings are the most attractive for children, but stir-frying, cooking, running and playing games are even more enjoyable.

We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky was blue, and under the blue sky, the branches of the trees had sprouted buds, and I seemed to see it thriving, bathing in the spring sun. Aren't those young shoots just us who are full of vitality?

I reminisce about summer, the season full of fresh greenery. In that small garden that belongs to me, there are countless small flowers and grasses growing. The grass is shining, and the flowers are blooming!

The scattered flowers are scattered in the small garden, although they do not have the delicate beauty of peonies, nor the fragrance of jasmine, but they are still so beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flew in, closer, closer! Oh, it turned out to be a bee, very small.

It lands on a wild chrysanthemum and sucks sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, and it makes its home with the bees. Isn't that bee our diligent gardener?

I recall autumn, with the harvest season. The fields, behold, were full of gold, rising and falling with the wind, like a tossing wave. In the orchard, apples and pears hung on the branches, and they were so beautiful that people coveted them.

Take a bite, the fragrance overflows, so that people can not forget it for a long time. On campus, we chattered non-stop, and we couldn't help but miss each other after a summer vacation. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot of things, and isn't that knowledge exactly what we gained?

I reminisce about winter, the season full of warmth. Although the leaves of the trees have fallen, birds can still be seen singing in the trees; Although the grass has withered and yellowed, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, the New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth. It entrusts a friendship, a sincerity, and a blessing from the students, isn't it the warmth that has lasted for a long time?

Childhood memories are innocent.

Images of evil floated out of my mind, and that silly smile rose at the corner of my mouth.

I remember when I was a child, by the pool, on the playground, there were strings of laughter that we played and frolicked, and the laughter was so full that I still can't erase the image that it stayed in my mind.

In the warm childhood, under the eyes was the heat from the clusters of roasted sweet potatoes, gently hooking the little roundworms in the stomach, swallowing saliva, and saying with a childish childish voice: "It's so fragrant."

Childhood memories are sometimes blurry and sometimes clear like dreams, transmitted back and forth in the brain through brain waves.

Childhood memories are innocent, lively, and splendid, with no worries, no worries, only cuteness and cleverness.

Childhood memories are dyed with the colors of spring, and everywhere is full of vitality and vigor.

The memories of childhood are the most unforgettable time in my life, confused and beautiful, imprinted in the whirlpool of laughter of the past.

Childhood is our best memory, and it is also the purest memory. Childhood reminds us of building snowmen, having snowball fights, and playing pranks with our friends. Maybe childhood is the happiest time of our lives, and the days of childhood are carefree, and we don't have to worry about not finishing our homework, and we don't have to worry about being scolded by our parents if we don't do well in exams.

When I think back to an interesting incident in my childhood, I always laugh out loud. Although I am a girl, I can never lose to a guy when I am mischievous. I remember that time, I was playing a prank with my friends, there was a boy, he was very naughty, and I wanted to fix him with my partner.

That day, his parents were working in the fields, and he was still asleep at home, so my partner and I took a few watercolor pens, and a boy caught a few caterpillars. When we saw that he was sleeping soundly, we began to scribble on his face, and put a few caterpillars on him, and when we were done with the bad things, we went back to our respective houses to find our own mothers, and the next day I had a new nickname, Little Devil. I still can't help but laugh when I think about it, childhood memories are the purest and most precious, childhood time is very short, so I want to keep this precious and joyful time.

Childhood is fortunate and beautiful, childhood is innocent, and childhood is endless.

When we were children, we used to wash salt and plant eggs and ......In childhood, we always do stupid things. These things are so innocent!

I once did a stupid thing. I remember one time, I went to my grandmother's house. I was only four years old and didn't know what a chicken was, so I asked my dad to take me to the coop to see the chickens.

I didn't want to go in because I smelled the disgusting smell in the chicken coop, so I asked my dad to bring me a chicken. I took one look at the chicken, and it immediately flew up to the chicken fence and flew down again, unharmed. So, I also learned to fly.

I climbed on top of the chicken coop, put my arms shut, closed my eyes, and "plopped" and "flew" down. The result was a blue nose and swollen face, but fortunately, the arms and legs were still intact.

This is something I will never forget.

The past is like a piece of paper, sealed in the "box" of my memory; Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy everything, open it, the past is vivid, and at the bottom of this "box", I have treasured it for many years, and it is also clearly presented in front of my eyes.

Reminiscing about childhood, let you indulge in sweet happiness, think about the cute and playful when you were a child. I remember when I was a kid, I was a playful and playful naughty child. I remember going to live with relatives for a while when I was a child.

There are many big brothers and sisters who live there to play with me. The game I often play is blowing bubbles, the big sister is blowing bubbles in front, I am chasing bubbles behind, when I use my hands to help bubbles, the bubbles stay in my hands for a while and then disappear silently. When I blew bubbles for the second time, I learned.

I first picked up a straw and picked up the other end of the straw to blow bubbles. But Bubbles was like a naughty child, hiding in a straw and not coming out, but I didn't lose heart. This time I was getting a little extra dish soap, and when I was blowing bubbles, I finally blew a few bubbles, and I shook them so hard that the bubbles floated in the air like balloons.

I looked at the bubbles flying in the air, and I felt as if I had become a bubble fluttering. I blew hard again, and I blew out a bunch of small bubbles. Look at!

Bubbles come in a variety of shapes. Some resemble balloons, some resemble rock sugar gourds, some resemble oranges, some resemble small marbles, and some resemble a string of crystal clear pearl necklaces. In the sunlight, the bubbles are colorful and sparkling.

I continued to blow hard and slowly. See! The bubbles floated into the sky, sometimes wearing invisibility cloaks, sometimes flying in the air, sometimes chasing me, happy and playing.

Childhood is a painting, and there is our colorful life in the painting; Childhood is a song, and in the song there is our happiness and joy; Childhood is a dream; Dreams contain our imaginations and longings.

I grew up.

The years have passed, like a white horse halfway through, I have changed from a babbling baby to a middle school student, and before I can savor it, my childhood abandoned me.

Migratory birds from the north are flying to the south again, and the grass on the banks of the river is once again put on.

Dressed in green. I looked up at the sky and seemed to feel that my childhood was getting farther and farther away from me.

I left the cradle with amazement and walked out of the greenhouse that my parents had built for me. I know I'm no longer a doll hugging all day, screaming"Mom, hug! "The delicate woman.

As the days passed, I was alone looking for the grown me.

As I grew up, I grew up with a wall between me and others, and I was no longer as ignorant or self-willed as I was a child, and as I grew older, I seemed to be tired of my parents' nagging, and I always hated them for chattering and reasoning in my ear, and I felt like a bird trapped in a cage, so unfree! Looking at their somewhat old faces, I felt that my parents knew me well, but they didn't quite understand what I was thinking.

I used to have a happy time saying goodbye to me, but now I am in junior high school, and I am under pressure.

I remember an outing where I went to play with many children of different ages, which made me feel very embarrassed, and I thought: I still need someone to take care of me, how can I deal with so many children! I'm in charge of all the food and drink, and I'm getting bored.

However, slowly, I learned how to face my troubles, overcome them, and put them out of my mind.

Because I realized that I am not a schoolboy now, and I have a lot of responsibilities to do!

I grew up. This is the call of the heart, this is the devotion of love, this is the true love of the world, this is the source of life. "With the touching song of love dedication, I stuffed a red envelope containing a full 1,000 yuan into the donation box.

It turned out that after I got the New Year's money from my grandmother's house last time, I just wanted to go home, and my father suggested that we go"Good and much"Shopping in the supermarket.

After a while, we went to the supermarket, bought some daily necessities, and were about to go home, when suddenly we saw a crowd of people on the open-air stage outside the supermarket. My father, who loves to beat up and be lively, immediately ran over, only to hear the host's lady say in a sweet voice"The donation ceremony begins now.

I saw a gray-haired old man take out a hundred yuan from his pocket and put it into the donation box. Seeing this scene, I thought: Many people are frugal and donate the money they save to the people in the disaster area, which is really a modern Lei Feng!

Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate to take out the red envelope and stuff it into the donation box, got a love sticker, and pulled my dad. Mom's hand came home happy.

Childhood is gone, it is really forever and ever, childhood is only once, and we have lost the most precious childhood time. It was a time without worries, if anything, maybe it was just because I was afraid of not being able to finish my homework and being criticized by the teacher, maybe it was just breaking my mother's beautiful vase, not my mother, maybe it was just because my beloved pet was sick and didn't go to school, but what are these worries compared to now?

It's a happiest and carefree time in the world, but as we grow up, it's just a memory.

When we look back at the past, we will find that we have grown up sadly.

When you grow up, there is no purity, and how much truth is left? Everyone has a mask of hypocrisy on their faces, and for us students, in this day and age, perhaps only the scores, are the most important. Stepping into the middle school gate means that we no longer have many days to speak the truth, it means that we are about to enter the society, and it means that we are slowly growing.

Looking at the brothers and sisters in the eighth and ninth grades, everyone has a more or less tired look on their faces, even if some of the laughter and scolding are only temporary. The high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination, these two mountains weigh heavily on us, so that we can experience the strong social competitiveness early.

Perhaps, only by being admitted to a good high school or a good university can we have a way out.

I really miss it - in the spring, a family of three went out to go green, even if they were accidentally stung by a bee, they couldn't bear to cry; In the summer, a few good friends went to the river to have a water fight, and even though everyone was soaked, the smiles still hung on our faces; In autumn, I went to my grandmother's house in the countryside to help my uncle harvest wheat; In winter, skating on the river, even if you fall, you still giggle and stand up&hllip;&hllip;

The four seasons of childhood were spent so innocently and happily. For childhood, there don't seem to be any sad memories, some are happy, happy, and sweet.

Are we not satisfied? Is it because we don't know what true happiness is? Or as a child, you didn't know anything at all?!

Hey, childhood!