Ding Cong s comic Childhood composition

LZ's ** is not very clear, I roughly comprehended it. Deliberately written to compare children, it should be the level of the sixth grade.

I hope that LZ will complete it by himself next time, and this time it can be used as a reference ......

Topic: Childhood.

Text: What is childhood? Isn't it a blue sky and golden birds? Isn't it the blue sea and colorful swimming rings? Isn't it lush forests and colorful flowers? It's still white paper and black lead lettering......

Childhood is the place where dreams and ideals are planted, the season when happy smiles bloom, and the most relaxed and carefree fragment of all our memories.

Dad's childhood was spent in the fields and kites. Whenever the spring breeze blows into the classroom window, whenever the spring flowers open to the morning sun, whenever the green is paved with grass, the teacher will take his childhood father and his children to go on outings. Dad knew a lot of flowers, a lot of trees, a lot of birds, and a ...... of small animals that I had never seen beforeDad's childhood was colorful.

Mom's childhood was spent with children at the mouth of the alley. Whenever I go home with my classmates after school, whenever the shouts of my friends sound in front of my window after my homework is written, and whenever I jump rubber bands, kick shuttlecocks, and hide and seek in the alley, my mother's childhood memories begin. Mom would play a lot of games that I hadn't seen before, talk a lot of tongue-twisting and playful slips, and do a lot of beautiful and magical little handicrafts ......Mom's childhood was colorful.

What was my childhood, the childhood of my generation of students? Without the blue sky and the golden birds, I have forgotten how long I have not had time to admire the sky. Without the blue sea and colorful swimming rings, the holidays are always full of cram school schedules.

Without lush forests and colorful flowers, we don't have time to "waste" on hiking and hiking. We are slaves of learning, slaves of time......Our childhood was spent in white books, black lead letters, heavy school bags, long scrolls, and gray colors.

We have only seen all kinds of exotic flowers and plants in books, because we have not had the opportunity to touch them in the wild; We've only seen all sorts of animals in zoos because there's no chance of escaping from the textbooks. We don't have time to play all kinds of games, we have endless homework and test questions; We don't have the time to memorize those interesting slips, we have to look at the poetry of the Tang Dynasty and the words of the Song Dynasty; We are not allowed to do manual work because the exam papers will not test how we stack airplanes.

However, despite this, we still have to face life positively and optimistically. We need to use our own wisdom to liberate our childhood from the gray! Please teachers and parents give us a chance to appreciate the blue sky and give us a chance to have a dream!

Giving up some unnecessary tutoring, we can get more in nature, giving up some books in our school bags, and we may grow faster. We want to crawl out of the shell of the turtle, and we want to be a free new generation!

When we have the opportunity to appreciate the blue sky, we want to prove to the world with a smile that our childhood is just as wonderful!

Write it yourself to write it well.

It's ......I won't, it's a bit difficult.

Sorry, I don't know.

It's not good for someone else to write it for you. To think about yourself, think about the interesting things of your childhood, even if it is a small thing, as long as you write a sense of reality, the use of beautiful words and sentences accumulated in ordinary times must be a perfect composition, because everyone's childhood is different, interesting, or other, you can write, don't think that your childhood is boring all day long, there is nothing to write, sometimes what you do with your friends is also childhood. Come on, I believe you will write well, and I write my essays like this.

Thin stature, timidity towards strangers, bad temper to come and go, playful and competitive personality, and dependence on adults. At home, I was willful and rebellious; Outside, I was shy and restrained; In front of the teacher, I am quiet and cute; Among my classmates, I was lively and cheerful.

I heard from my mother that I was a caesarean section baby, and it was on a winter night, because the air conditioning in the operating room was not good, I was born with pneumonia, so my father and mother paid special attention to my health, and I also learned that peace is a blessing.

I am a compassionate girl. I will build a warm nest for stray cats, and I will also put the pocket money given by adults into the beggar's money bank. I like to raise small chickens, ducks, dogs, turtles, etc., because only in front of them can I be worthy of the role of a patron saint.

I'm a girl who loves stinky beauty. In your own cottage at home, you will dress yourself up with colorful colors. She will also match her with outfits for fashion dolls and design a fairy tale world for her.

The most rewarding thing for me was that once I secretly cut my long hair that I had kept for more than ten years, and instead of being blamed, I was praised by my parents.

I'm a stay-at-home girl. I like to read books, listen to **, draw, practice erhu, play games and ...... aloneBut I am also a girl who loves nature, and I never miss every opportunity to go back to my grandmother's house in the countryside, where there is no noise, only the rustic atmosphere, clear mountain streams, and the intoxicating fragrance of birds and flowers.

I was a kid who shed tears easily. Cry when you are wronged, cry when you are sad, cry when you regret, and have tears in your eyes when you are happy. I washed the past with tears and perfected myself, until one day my parents burst into tears for my progress.

It's a vacation, and I know that this is the last summer vacation in elementary school, and the new semester will turn a new page. In the days to come, perhaps because of the pressure of study, we will be breathless, or because maturity will bring us many troubles, but if we remember the virginity and those carefree happy times, I believe that the sky will turn blue for us, and the sun and breath will be more transparent.

Write a narrative essay to recall the story with your partner that happened in the old house, and finally connect with reality to reminisce about the past.

A childhood full of love.

Like a bud with morning dew, like a rainbow shining with seven colors, my childhood was full of love.

Fragment 1: The sky is gray, and the raindrops are like a stuffy gourd, hiding in the thick clouds, giving people a depressing feeling. I was young and ignorant, I didn't know how to take care of my body, so I casually wore a thin shirt and hurried to school. Unexpectedly, as soon as I went out, I was tightly surrounded by a cold wind.

I shivered, pulled the corners of my clothes with my almost numb hands, gritted my teeth and endured the cold, but I couldn't go home. I felt my way into the pocket where the keys were kept, and it was empty and full of cold air.

I rubbed my hands together, and my mouth was breathing. Suddenly, a wide palm gently landed on my shoulder. I turned my head and it was my father, his palms smelling of labor, and it seemed to be a little fragrant and seductive.

I looked up and saw him looking at me with an orange coat in his hand. In my suspicious stomach, my father said to me kindly: "Son, it's cold today, wear more clothes, don't catch a cold."

With that, my father put on my coat for me. Inadvertently, the smell of Dad's sweat filled the air again, and compared with the cold wind, it seemed so warm, so familiar, and full of infinite love.

Fragment 2: When I was a child, I was so playful. Running wildly, catching crabs, and playing in the mud are all my strengths.

I remember it was a hot summer day, and I slipped out as usual, taking in the "wind and sun" on the hillside, and then getting tanned again. In the end, he ran home excitedly, showing off his "achievements" to his grandmother all day. Of course, in the end, it was inevitable that my grandmother would "hard" knock two "nail shells", and then be escorted into the bathtub to take a bath.

From time to time, after helping me take a bath, my grandmother would pick up my clothes, bring up the worn-out reading glasses, and look carefully up and down. Once, my grandmother screamed as if she had discovered a new world, and it turned out that my clothes had a big hole. Immediately my grandmother took out the needle and thread from the cupboard, sat down on the small bench, and sewed it up with a clear eye.

I saw my grandmother pick up a needle, put the thread in her mouth and sipped it, then squinted her eyes, carefully threaded the thread through the needle's hole, and tied a strong knot. Then I started sewing it up stitch by stitch. After a while, the hole "succumbed" to my grandmother's skillful skills.

My gaze inadvertently fell there

The soft light reflected my grandmother's kind face and witnessed her deep love for me.

My beautiful childhood, full of warmth and love.

It's original.

Uh, don't you know that so many words can be written**? And the question is that you can't enter so many words, have you been kissed by a pig.