Kneel and beg for the essay Childhood is not over Sa

Childhood doesn't end.

You're a big kid, stop fiddling with those things and go learn and learn! ”

Faced with my mother's urging, I walked out reluctantly.

However, she is right, it is rare for a junior high school student like me, who is more than 13 years old but still likes toys, and can hold a plush puppy for half a day. However, I still can't stop myself from liking those colorful things, like an ignorant child.

In my chair, I couldn't help but look boredly at the window, when suddenly a bubble fluttered up caught my attention, it looked colorful and dazzling in the sunlight. Looking downstairs, it turned out that a few little girls were shooting into the air with bubble guns, and their red faces were overflowing with smiles, and a few children ran towards the bubbles, popping the bubbles, and from time to time bursting into bursts of cheerful laughter like silver bells.

Seeing this scene, I can't help but remember the scene from my childhood. I often go to the windowsill with my younger brother, step on a small chair, hold bubble water in one hand and a bubble brush in the other, and blow out the window. At this time, in the sunlight, the bubble group is like a colorful transparent glass ball, slowly flying away, falling into the woods, falling in other people's yards, and disappearing.

We always like to lie on the windowsill and watch the bubbles fly away, and when they are all gone, we blow another group of bubbles and watch them fly into the sky. Sometimes, we will blow the bubble bigger than anyone else, staring at the bubble in front of us that is getting bigger, blowing carefully, for fear that it will burst suddenly, and when the huge bubble carrying our dreams flies into the air, we will jump and laugh, cheer and watch it float away - of course, it will often be burst in the air by the branches.

Is childhood like that bubble? Colorful and beautiful, but drifting farther and farther away, and finally shattering. When the bubble bursts, does it mean a childhood knot?

No, no, the broken bubble is irretrievable, but we can still blow another group of bubbles. And childlike innocence is that cup of soapy water, even if childhood is far away, we use childlike innocence to let it continue! Now that the bubbles have drifted away, don't spill the soapy water again.

As long as you have it, your childhood will not end with you, but will stay with you until you are old. Let the bubbles blow bigger and float farther, and let childhood never end the spell!

I hurried into the kitchen :

Mom, I'm going to blow bubbles. ”

I want to work my own.

Trust you.

The laughter of childhood, the tears of childhood, everything of childhood go with dreams:zhi

Childhood, what a delicate font; Childhood, what a wonderful memory; Childhood, what a vivid word......And now we all use silence, strangeness, and difficulty to miss childhood. Childhood, like the wind, is as absent as a trace; Childhood, like spilled water, is gone; Childhood, like time can no longer be turned back......

Those memories danced happily in my mind, but unfortunately all this was just memories.

Li Xinyi, Xu Lujing, and their two sisters are people I will never forget in my life. Remember, we danced in the high heels of adults and walked as models. We applied our makeup and got our nail polish ...... readyOur fingernails are colorful, our faces are cute, the dresses we wear, each with its own characteristics, we fly on the stage to show our style.

We do the same thing, as if we have been trained. first danced, and as soon as he came on stage, he won a thunderous applause, who filmed it? Haha, my sister and their two younger brothers applauded like crazy.

Then I walked the model, the first one on the stage was me, I wore exquisite high heels, walked on the stage, the first action won cheers, one hand half crossed the waist, the other did the rhythm of flying kisses, walked to the stage **, put on a pout, stopped. Next up is Jingjing's ......And then there's Xinyi......We got a thumbs up for our performance.

That good memory stopped at that time, that picture, the secret base we had agreed with - the small hillside. It was a spring with flowers all over the hills, lush foliage in summer, maple leaves paving the way in autumn, and snow-capped hillsides in winter. I miss you in the past, I miss the old time, I miss the old pictures, I miss the old birthday party, I miss the old dumplings, I miss the shoes and earrings I used to make, I miss the flowers I used to make, I miss the ......

How beautiful is childhood, Jingjing Xinyi I miss you, the disappearing childhood, are you in **?

Memories divided by time make up our past! When I keep looking for those unforgettable moments in my memory, childhood is undoubtedly one of the most important breakpoints. And what about my childhood?

I'm afraid my childhood has long been left behind in a corner of my time. The childhood next to the heart has also been rising in the mountains of memory over time, I don't know when it has become a tall mountain, clouds and mist, covered with green shade, looking from afar, more mysterious and hazy, the memory of childhood is becoming more and more blurred, just like an old and moldy **, although it can not be restored, but the taste of childhood, the freshness of childhood, the happiness of childhood is unforgettable.

The childhood bed was the biggest, and you could always turn back and forth on it. The stars in my childhood were the smallest, and I always felt that the sky was far away from me. The winters of childhood were the warmest, always playing non-stop in the snow.

The river water of childhood was the clearest, and now the human heart is the most turbid. The life of a childhood was simple and happy, but nowadays?

In today's ordinary life, sometimes I will look at the sky blankly, sometimes I will quietly stare at nature for a long time, and sometimes I will feel inexplicably sad about the passage of time. I am always being swayed by the environment and mood, and more often I am struggling in the torrent of life, sometimes I will struggle to meet the current, but more often it seems to go with the flow. Maybe life doesn't have that many rapids at all, but it still flows flat.

There are always branches and aquatic plants floating by, fish swimming by, the rain stops and the rain falls, the sun rises and sets, and no matter how many things are just rushing by in life!

I want to swim out of the flowing water of life, go to the shore, look for the childlike innocence that was submerged in the torrent, look for the long-forgotten, a touch of childhood!

In my memory, childhood is like the stars in the sky, and I can't count them. However, everyone has a childhood, and the anecdotes of childhood are like the various seashells on the seaside, sparkling in the company of the sea, exuding a colorful brilliance, and the list is endless.

We have all had a pure and beautiful childhood, which sculpts our beautiful life and interprets our innocent liveliness. In childhood, we are so happy, innocent and kind, we don't care about all kinds of sadness and melancholy around us, we don't need to set foot in the vicissitudes of the ocean, we only grow up healthy and happy under the wings of our parents, just frolicking and playing. But time is always so hurried and short, the once beautiful childhood has now come to naught, and now all we can do is to pursue the beautiful fragments of childhood, but we can't do it again.

Time flies, and there is no return. It's like our dying childhood will eventually pass away. In front of the sea of time, our childhood is like a drop of water, small but beautiful.

Almost everyone has a childhood, everyone's childhood is happy, everyone's childhood is innocent. But one day, we all have to grow up. You can no longer nest in the arms of your parents and be coquettish, you must learn to be independent; You can no longer cry when you encounter difficulties, you must learn to be strong; You can no longer play carefree all day long, you must learn to be serious.

However, we are about to leave our childhood, there are still many, many things that we have not learned, our wings may still be immature, but we still have to fly into the blue sky, struggle against unknown difficulties, one day, we can do without the protection of our parents. And leaving childhood also means that we have taken a small step in the path we want to take in the future.

I once said to my mother: We are now like caterpillars, only after the process of pupation can we fly into the blue sky and become beautiful butterflies. What we need to do now is to keep learning, keep exercising ourselves, and keep letting ourselves get rid of childishness and mature.

We are also like those green fruits on a big tree, only by constantly absorbing nutrients and relying on ourselves can we finally ripen.

For our dying childhood, we can't bend to keep, only cherish, cherish the now carefree, innocent every day, for a person, perhaps the most precious is his childhood, and we are currently in childhood, and after the last Children's Day, I think, then we are really grown up.

Reminiscing about the astringent childhood of the past, looking forward to the long road ahead.

I don't know if the word count is enough, wow! If it's 300 words, you may be a primary school student! I wrote my own articles, you can imitate the writing, don't copy the original at that time, if you want to improve your writing ability, you have to imitate more! Come on!