Essay on childhood and family, junior high school level is OK, 600 words?

When it comes to childhood anecdotes, it's like a seashell on the beach, too many to count, but the most laughable thing is the most beautiful one on the beach

I was deeply impressed by this anecdote When I was in kindergarten, when I heard adults compliment someone on being literate, they said, "Look at how talented people are, and their stomachs are full of ink!" When I heard this, I thought to myself:

What is Wencai? Maybe it's the neatness of the handwriting, maybe it's the good language, maybe it's the person who drinks too much ink, in short, the person who drinks a lot of ink is the one who can be praised So, an interesting thing happened

After listening to the adults, I thought about it again, and felt that drinking ink was a good thing, and suddenly I had an idea: find and drink the words used by my father, so that I can be praised! I was so happy that I couldn't wait for the ink to come, and when I opened the lid, a pungent smell dangled in front of my nose, and I thought:

Can you drink it if it smells so bad? Whatever! If others can drink it, so can I, and I gave it up in order to be praised

As a result, as soon as I closed my eyes, I swallowed a big gulp with a "grunt" After drinking the first sip, I immediately felt very disgusted and immediately called out: Mom! Immediately rushed to the bathroom, rinsed his mouth again and again, and the indescribable taste still remained in his mouth

My mother came over and hurriedly asked me, "What's wrong?" What's wrong?

I lowered my head and whispered to my mother, "I took a sip of ink," and my mother suddenly became angry and asked me, "What's going on?"

I told my mother what had happened, and my mother couldn't cry or laugh when she heard it, and when I saw my mother laughing, I laughed with a "flutter" sound

It makes me happy to remember my childhood memories I will keep this most beautiful seashell forever!

It's okay to write your own childhood story, plus the participation of your family, and the family is happy, or write that you did something wrong when you were a child, and were taught by your parents to be a human being, so that you can learn something from this childhood anecdote, so it's OK! Try it, I'm sure you can write it, come on.

Open the memoir and recall the bits and pieces from birth to the present, you can find how innocent and lovely you were when you were a child, free and free, living a carefree life like a bird, but there will also be times of sadness and paying the price for success. Listen to my story of growing up!

I remember it was a hot summer, and I was seven years old. One day, my sister and I were playing downstairs, and we were riding bicycles together, but how could I ride! So, I decided to learn to ride a bicycle on my own, and I wouldn't accept anyone's help (even if God came).

But as soon as I put one foot on the pedal, I began to worry about how to put the other foot on the pedal without falling and how to make myself able to ride a bicycle? So I thought about it and racked my brains to come up with a solution: I kicked hard with my foot that was still on the ground, and I took this opportunity to put the other foot on it, so that I could learn to ride a bicycle without falling!

But it's easier than thinking! When I put my feet on the ride, I didn't ride far, I couldn't keep my balance, and then I fell down with a "plop" I had no choice but to ask my sister who taught me to ride a bike: "Sister, I can't ride a bike, you teach me!"

When my sister heard this, she said, "Aren't you going to learn it yourself?" What's the matter, no!

So, she taught me how to put my feet up, how to keep my balance, how to ride, and I learned it on my own, and I kept falling and getting up, and finally, sweaty and bruised, I finally learned to ride a bike, and I jumped three feet high with joy because I had worked hard to get this success and joy

Through this incident, I learned that you should not give up on anything, as long as you persevere, you will eventually have results In the process of growth, there are winds and rains, and there are cold storms, and only by smiling at these setbacks can you grow better; In the process of growth, there are bitter tears, hesitation, and sometimes the idea of "seeing through the red dust", how can growth be satisfactory? Treat difficulties as challenges, treat difficulties with a positive attitude, as long as you persevere to the end, you will succeed and grow; There are traps and abysses in growth, we must always keep a clear head, do not panic, calm ourselves, and think twice, so that we will not cause the regret of "one misstep into a thousand hatreds", and we will be able to cope with all kinds of difficulties, and we will not be far from maturity. The growth of people is like a cold plum turui, "If it is not a cold bone, how can the plum blossoms be fragrant?"

Growth is happiness, and tribulation and happiness are twin sisters, always accompanying us every day of our growth.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and after dinner, I went for a walk in the park with my family.

Tonight is very cool, and the cool breeze is blowing towards us, yes, autumn is slowly approaching us. It was already dark, and the moon seemed to be shy, always reluctant to come out to meet people. The branches and leaves of the trees sway in the wind, and from time to time make a "rustling" sound, if there is another bright moon hanging in the sky, how poetic this scene will be!

The park is already very lively at this time, and everyone is leisurely walking, chatting, waiting for the moon to appear. Of course, the moon was reluctant to spoil everyone's interest, and finally got rid of her shyness and came out to meet everyone. I saw her slowly poking her head out of the clouds, casting a warm glow on the earth, and the trees, flowers, and grass on the earth were shrouded in the clear and transparent moonlight, and suddenly there was a hazy beauty.

The court is like stagnant water, empty and bright, ......I couldn't help but recite Su Dongpo's sentences. If Mr. Dongpo is still here, there will definitely be some famous sentences!

From time to time there was a burst of laughter in front of me, a group of innocent and lovely children, who were happily running after the sun, and kept shouting, "Look, the moon is following me!" "How familiar this scene is!

Oh, when I was a child, didn't I also chase the moon so innocently during the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Suddenly I went back to my childhood memories. At that time, I was just like these children, playing carefree. In the bright moonlight, there were shadows of me and my friends running.

My friends and I kept running on the open ground, looking at the sky and saying, "Look, the moon is running after me!" "No, it's following me.

Who said, she didn't run after you, she ran after me. So we all quarreled over what you said and what I said.

Grandma, who was sitting on the side, smiled, came over and stroked our heads, and said kindly, "Silly boy, the moon is not running after anyone." You see how round, so bright, so beautiful.

Wouldn't it be too selfish to belong to just one person. Moon was very fond of us, and she knew that if she belonged to one person, someone else would be sad. So she said:

Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing, laughing at my innocence, laughing at the good old days of my childhood, but laughing and laughing, I couldn't laugh anymore. Because this good old time is gone from me, and it doesn't belong to me anymore. It's a memory, and it's just for me now.

Ah, how I want to go back to those old days, how happy and carefree I was back then. I wish I could freeze time forever!

My youth, I call the shots.

Sixteen-year-old flowering season. The rainy season buries my laughter, my tears, my ideals. My flowering season. The rainy season is mine, and so is my youth. I have the right to dominate my youth.

Inscription. Occasionally flipping through the previous things, there will always be a thousand thoughts coming to me, and they will remain in the mind and continue to churn, and it will not go away for a long time. In the same way, I accidentally turned out the picture album of my childhood, and many of them came to mind. When I was a child, everyone was so innocent!

Naivety, of course, becomes the nature of children. Even children's drawings are no exception. Generally speaking, what arises spontaneously is a kind of childishness, a kind of temperament that adults and even teenagers cannot have.

Every stroke, wordlessly, sketches the blueprint in our hearts in our childhood - how beautiful! Every childish picture is our pure, innocent heart!

Thinking of this, I can't help but return to reality from that beautiful childhood. Nowadays, we have faded away from the innocence of childhood, and the blueprint in our hearts has disappeared with the passage of time, replaced by many constraints from our parents and our psychology of obeying our words! In the 21st century, we should have lofty ideals and ambitions, should have our own hobbies and interests, and should strive for a direction that belongs to us!

But the reality is the opposite: we have no thoughts, no opinions, no resistance, only obedience. As a result, we gradually form the deformed psychology of "what our parents and teachers say is right" and "whatever they do is just for us".

Can't we have the right to make our own decisions?

Life is a blank sheet of paper, and the future is drawn with our hands. Therefore, we should use colorful brushes to create a life of our own. My youth should be in my hands.

Can I express my heartfelt thoughts.