900 Words Essay on Childhood 20

There are some things that you can't forget, just like childhood ......

Inscription. About buses.

When I was a child, I liked to take the bus, sit in the last row, kneel on the chair, look at the scenery behind me, as if sitting on the back of a big bird, and take me back and ...... backThe streets followed suit, and finally shrank to a point. And the house, and the tree, I kept waving to them, talking to them, but it was like saying goodbye to them. I accidentally turned out Cui Jian's tape treasured by my parents, and heard this sentence: "I want to go from south to north, I want to go from east to west, I want to .......""Now, **is it my south, **is it my north?

Everything was very confused, the mood was sour, and I remembered that I could no longer kneel in the last row of the bus, and I could no longer look at the houses and trees in a carefree manner.

About cacti.

There are a lot of cacti in the house, and it is said that my father went to the flower market to buy them after watching a certain TV series and wanted to have a life that is no different from the protagonist. Maybe it's because I'm used to the presence of this guy covered in thorns, and gradually I have an attachment. Every time I go out, I always think about it.

The one who is close to Zhu is red, the one who is close to ink is black, and most of my friends are very fond of cacti. One day I went to water the cactus, and I remembered the past: at that time, I had just moved, and suddenly there were so many cacti in the house, and I was very curious, and every night when my mother was asleep, I sneaked out to see it, and sometimes I even touched it.

I didn't know much about cacti when I was young, but I thought that those things that stood upright were the same as the fur of the neighbor's puppy, and they were naturally pricked many times. Seeing that the other flowers in the house were blooming, but the cactus did not move. One day, two days, three days......A month, two months, three months, I have been patiently waiting, but it still does not bloom.

Finally, I went to ask my mother, who touched my head and said, "When you grow up, it will open." "Now that I'm older, it's still not blooming.

About tears. I'm not a person who likes to cry, but sometimes, tears flow down my own. When I was young, I could shed tears for a piece of candy, a skirt, or a toy.

But as soon as I cried, my mother would let me go to the balcony to sunbathe with the cactus, and when I was tired of standing, I wiped away my tears and went back to playing on my own. No matter how old it is, for the sake of academic performance, the teacher's criticism cries, but the result is to be accompanied by cacti. When I grew up, I found that tears became more and more useless.

It only shows more about your weakness and incompetence ......Gradually, I cried less, but I often saw many people persuading others to cry, of course, in books or songs. Some people say, "If you want to cry, cry, it's not good for your health." Some say, "Weeping is not a sin, and everyone has the right to grieve."

When I was a child, I didn't let people cry, but when I grew up, I persuaded people to cry, and the world is always so incomprehensible.

How long later, I still remember that with the afternoon noise of the cicadas, I can't figure out whether I have grown ......up or notAt that time, when we were children, although it was very plain, it was very real, and I miss my childhood.

What stage?

High school? Junior high school?

Childhood, everyone has experienced, but it is a wonderful time that will not be forgotten for a long time. Childhood contains innocence and childlike fun, and contains our smiles and happiness. Everyone's childhood is colorful.

Let me share my childhood!

There are many interesting stories from my childhood, and one of them is still in my memory. It was a sunny Sunday, and a few of our friends were bored, so they took a few slingshots and "crossed the river."

Lake", everywhere "chivalrous and righteous", we walked and walked. Suddenly, I found a huge "ball" hanging on a tree, and there was no bird's nest in a radius of about a mile around the "ball". We had a huge question mark in our heads: "We're going to shoot birds."

Well, why did you meet such a big guy, did it drive away the birds around it? So how capable is it? We got together to discuss the ...... of "countermeasures in the military."We each assigned the work. So we crawled around the mountain.

I advanced and attacked fiercely from east, west, north and south. "Bah, boom" gunshots broke the silence of the woods. The big guy was caught off guard by bullets coming from all directions, and one bullet hit the big one.

The fork of the tree where the ball was, the big guy shook violently. Just when we were complacent, the big guys sent out mini "fighter planes" and attacked us one after another. We were in a hurry, covered ourselves with weeds, and "war."

The "fighter" is still flying forward. We stood up and triumphantly looked in the direction the "fighters" had gone. I ordered to concentrate fire and shoot at the target. The ball was trembling all the time, and batches of "fighters" flew out of it one after another.

I saw that the situation was not good, and told them that they must hold on, and I went back to prepare the new style**. So I went back and got a grid shot, and by the way, I got a few gadgets. I held the grid racket in my hand and fended off waves of attacks. Our fire.

The force obviously had an effect, and the big dick was shaky. We had to shoot again, and we found that we were running out of ammunition. So the rubber was tied to the fork of the tree, and a stone was prepared, and with a sharp shot, the big guy fell, and we didn't dare to act rashly.

I threw a spark in the ......After a fire, there was only one thing on the ground struggling, and when we ran over to take a look, we realized that it was all the ghost of a hornet.

Although the experiences of "mini fighter", "wandering the rivers and lakes" and "doing chivalrous deeds" are far away from me, whenever I think about them, I feel that my childhood was full of fun.

You can recall the interesting things you grew up and write them down, write more idioms and figurative sentences, and you will have 800 words.

1. Childhood is beautiful. Although the past events that happened when I was a child were somewhat innocent, they were innocent, and they were mostly nostalgic and unforgettable when I thought about them. When I was eight years old. At that time, I was living in the countryside of my hometown, and one day my uncle asked me to follow

Reminiscing about the watery childhood bursts of laughter, slowly flowing by the pond in the village; A string of footprints is deeply imprinted in the orchard of his hometown; The twinkling lights will always sway in my heart......In our childhood, we were just like a group of happy elves, picking lotus leaves and picking lotus pods in the pond of our hometown, rowing oars, supporting the fisherman's small wooden boat, humming hometown songs, not to mention how pleasant! Sometimes, a group of mischievous little boys will inevitably lead to a water fight. If I had splashed him with a gourd that I had prepared, he would have struck back at me, hooked our wooden boat with his oars, approached us, and threw us into a soup chicken.

After the "lose-lose" incident, everyone will laugh "haha". Bursts of laughter flowed slowly by the village's pond. In childhood, we were like a group of happy deer, shuttling through the orchard of our hometown all day long, picking up the fallen fruits and playing house games.

When they were thirsty, the boys climbed up the tree like little monkeys to pick sweet fruits to eat. Under the fruit trees, swarms of ants are busy. The birds sing softly in the trees, as if to accompany our game.

After the rain, we made footprints on the ground, comparing whose feet were bigger. A string of footprints is deeply imprinted in the orchard of his hometown; In our childhood, we were like a flock of cute birds.

As night falls, the sky dresses up in a purple and red dress for the night. Smoke curls from every house, and the lights flicker. We strolled along the path of our hometown, counting the lights of the fishermen's ......The night sky echoed with our childish voices.

The twinkling lights will always sway in my heart......Scenes from childhood, like a spring breeze, add some color to the summer leaves; Give the sky an extra memory like the morning glow. Happy childhood, like a year of water.

In the blink of an eye, I have become a middle school student who is busy with my studies, but these beautiful childhood memories have been fixed in my heart: slow water, string of footprints, flashing lights......I love, I reminisce, I miss this beautiful childhood!

Played very hard I hope to agree more o( o thank you.

Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, and childhood is like a cup of light tea, making you reminisce; Childhood is like a stormy rainbow; Colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow after the sunset, so nostalgic ......Thinking back to the inconspicuous things of that hour, although the things are small, but those memories make you feel ridiculous, so far there is one thing that happened to me when I was a child, which makes me unforgettable, and now I still laugh when I think about it.

Once, my mother bought a large bag of vegetables, and when she saw me lying on the sofa watching TV, she said, "Dandan, you can go and help my mother wash the dishes." "Good!

I readily agreed. After my mother finished speaking, she went to the living room to watch TV, and I went into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables on the platform, including cabbage, a handful; There are eggplants, three major roots; There are tomatoes, five or six ....... I was stupid, so many dishes, I was asked to wash them in the kindergarten class, really.

Ah, there you have it! "I shouted, doesn't my mother usually stuff so many clothes into the washing machine and wash them together? So I won't do the same?

Wait a minute, maybe my mother will praise me! Thinking of this, I picked up the big bag of vegetables and went to the washing machine, tiptoed to lift the lid of the washing machine, carefully put the dishes in, then closed the lid again, and finally pressed the power button. Listen to "boom......I sat on the sidelines and thought with relish how smart I was.

After a while, I thought, the dishes are cleaned, right? Hey! I got up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it, and when I lifted the lid of the washing machine, I said, "Ah!

I was amazed, what about the dishes? Look at the cabbage left with the "Commander of the Light Pole", and the eggplant seems to have been gnawed by a mouse, and it is covered in scaly wounds; And the tomatoes are gone......I was scared into a cold sweat, what should I do? Mom spent so much money to buy so many vegetables, but I washed it like this, and I really helped more and more!

Dandan, is the dish washed? I'm going to stir-fry. Mom walked into the kitchen and shouted.

I was silent, "Grease the soles of your feet - slip away!" So he went into his little room and locked the door ......

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 is my happiest time!