Looking back, I was 17 years old, as if I was standing at the gate of the primary school yesterday. I took out a dime from my pocket to buy a little snack girl I like to eat. Quietly through year after year. Everything around us has changed and has run in their own vision.
Childhood is the sweetest sugar in the mouth. The sweet taste lingers in the mouth and heart. I only remember how happy I was when I was a child when I met a friend who could not be separated in my life. When I was a child, I was pure like an angel in my heart, and I would simply imitate the ancient Ba Ba Zi plot in TV. It's ridiculous. A man pulled out a hair and wrapped it tightly together. Then he carefully put it in a small bag and hung it under the evergreen tree in front of his home. It means that our friendship is long. Six years later. When from primary school students into junior high school students, the color of youth will cover us.
Those three years were really muddleheaded. I was really incompetent to think about myself. I have never made up my mind to do anything. Even if I write a plan with full confidence, I will forget it because of the cooling of my excited and excited heart. Muddleheaded, muddleheaded, year after year, year after year, even the most critical time of the third grade of junior high school was spent under the teacher's education. Sour, sweet, bitter, hot and sour, make complaints about the taste. Youth is to beautiful sadness, with the growth of age, the understanding of this sentence is really in-depth. What is beautiful but sad.
Only at the most critical juncture did I find that I needed to work hard. However, tianjiangda was still in the same place. I had to work hard first. What's more, I was exhausted by setbacks? hear nothing of. Youth, sadness. In this way, I stepped into my senior high school career. I had the same old problems as before. I prepared my study plan and forgot about it. I prepared my study materials. I was very tired. And then the final result, it can be imagined, they all become the waste collection master's 30 cents a catty. I don't know if it goes on like this. When I die, I will say that I've been muddleheaded all my life. It's funny and sad to think about it.
Yes, senior two. I choose the dream, there is no big goal, very real, want to walk down-to-earth by hard work, this life will not experience the lack of college entrance examination. In this way, to become an art student, there is such a better than others. I want to put myself into it. Also once said wantonly, I want to become an excellent designer, my brand will dominate the world, or as a child love fantasy. But in my heart, I really feel that the things I want to accomplish as long as I try hard are not things. Young people, if they have dreams and don't fight, how can I deserve the blood of youth? At this time, my heart is hot.
It's a real thing. After more than 17 years of painlessly, I am about to become an adult. Seeing the success or failure of senior students, I wake up my lazy and loose heart. Yes, I will be in senior three.
Youth or continue to warm blood, just in the flashy bustling corner of the world, there is a such me, still keep dreaming of their own future.
Yes, bright and sad. 300 words composition about childhood anecdotes: looking back on those things in childhood, 400 words looking back on childhood, many memories emerge in front of us. The scenes, though ridiculous on the surface, are meaningful; the vivid characters witness the historical footprints with me. I seem to see the leaves hanging on the tree of memory, recording my past, swaying in the wind, shaking & hellip; & hellip;
When I was 7 years old, it was an age full of curiosity about the surrounding things! With a curious heart, there will be a pair of curious hands. The touch of strange things affects my heart and even controls my breath.
In the early winter of that year, it was in an afternoon. The evening sun spared no effort to shine on the earth, but also on the busy mother. My mother is peeling bamboo shoots by the wall. There is a semi new electric car in front of her. My heart next happy, crept up to the electric car. 'ha ha! I've heard so much about it. Please take care of it for the first time! 'I said in secret. So I don't care who it is, like a little mouse to slip up. I don't know which Maha let me seize the opportunity. The electric car is not locked yet!
I just put my hand on the tap and learn from adults to twist the tap. But I didn't know that the tap on the right side was active. After a 90 degree turn, the car went straight to my mother and hit hellip; & hellip;
Mom did get hit by me. Although it's not a big problem - it's just a bruised nose, but it's also a shame for mom for a few days.
Although it has been a long time, but I will never forget that scene. How naughty I was as a child! It's really not easy for my parents to raise me to such a big age! Looking back on the 650 words of childhood, childhood is like a mussel shell, full of crystal pearls and sand; childhood is like an hourglass, taking away the sad past and the good time of childhood; the same year, like a breeze, blowing fresh and sand; looking back on childhood, one after another bitter, one smile, another pain & hellip; Every minute, every second of childhood & hellip; & hellip;
Clam shell like childhood. Score is the most common word heard in childhood. A small exam decides who will praise you. A big test decides a person's life. In one examination after another, there are the first, the second, and the tenth or the twentieth. Just like I go to the sea to find a mussel shell, open and count whether there are more pearls, more sand, or more pearls. But if there is no sand to make pearls, where can the dazzling pearls come from?
An hourglass like childhood. Childhood is like water, once gone, in the new year, that bitter, that cry & hellip; & hellip; will be thrown away. That joy, that smile & hellip; & hellip; is also thrown away. When I was a child, I liked to dig a piece of land, which is our construction site. I used my hands, sticks and glass pieces to build the bridge. I collapsed and repaired again and again. I cried and laughed and cried. How naive and carefree I was. But this wonderful time is far away from me, more and more far away & hellip; & hellip;
Childhood like a breeze. Picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelon is something I often do. Outside, I saw a square glass box beside the small mound. Inside, there was a steel spring with five cents. You know, at that time, in my eyes, fifty cents was a gold bar. I put it in and took it. My hand was stuck. I cried and ran home. My father opened the glass with a saw blade. But I couldn't bear to twist my hand. The glass broke and my hand was also hurt I made a cut, which was deeply chrome in my heart. For the gold bar in my eyes, I did not hesitate to scratch my hand. I was really stupid at that time!
Whether it's clam shells, hourglass, breeze. Will leave me, I silently think, slowly write, and saw the smile again and again, and saw the cry again and again. Childhood comes back to me.
Tutor: Tian Xuehua
Yinchuan city but a small Lake branch school The quiet starry sky and the moon smile gently. Suddenly, I can't escape and transform my thoughts. When I am mature, I look back to mourn for my childhood. The fresh and moist fragrance of spring is sweet and pure. I read 'spring sleep doesn't realize dawn' but my heart has already fluttered in butterflies to play and make fun of. I fly in Chuang Tzu's dream and annoy him how many new flowers there are? No hurry. Let's find it together. Summer night enchanting my sight, small fan fluttering fireflies lie to see who the cowherd is looking for? Listen to the frog sound a sleepless concert, mosquitoes buzzing also do not sleep with me running, chasing after the wind, rubs a pool of water, lotus fragrance, sweat on the forehead soaked in summer skirt tail, autumn leaves have circled autumn butterfly attentively, Xie chased cloud flying fruit fragrance filled the whole mouth is' Youth do not know the taste of sorrow 'we oh, carefree play in the shade of the road, crisp laughter with light Fragrant chrysanthemum pistil, autumn sleepless, winter's snow covered snow, quiet the whole world, also washed out the dust, but the cold temperature can not freeze our enthusiasm, a snow fight a snowman a sound of laughter in the clear show that our childhood does not need to be carved, is the most true water out of hibiscus, our imprint in the snow is very deep, spread a splash of ink is childhood childhood childhood Youth is still waiting for us, only wish the fragrance to carry forever our fleeting time
The second day of junior high school: Zhuang Xiaohan looks back on his childhood 450 words. Years lead his childhood dream into the rainy season. Time takes everything away and leaves it in his heart. The memory of childhood weaves the future into a picture. We walk step by step to realize it. Childhood is like quicksand falling, and it is no longer the main theme of life. So far, we have tried our best to shout: "how beautiful childhood is! '
In childhood, the owner let the dog run after us because he sneaked into the peach garden to steal peaches. In childhood, he was beaten by his mother because he didn't do his homework. When he had a cold and took medicine due to a water fight with his companion, he suddenly looked back and found that it was as graceful as a flower.
After that, he was praised by his mother in front of the teacher, and then went home to get praise from his mother. So far I think I feel like a fool, but all that is really and very fun, I am glad that I have a happy childhood.
In my childhood, because I wanted to make my classmates look at me differently, I had a big fight with the strong men in my class. As a result, I was beaten in tears and punished to read and review in public, which embarrassed me. Now I remember, I still smile brightly.
Looking back, we still remember the smiles in the past, and the joys and sorrows of childhood have become the focus of our youth. A childhood ballad has reached the end, but never forget its tone. When the trouble is more and more, glass beads are less and less, then we know that the fragments of childhood can only be swayed in the heart.
My friends, maybe one day we will gradually become mature and even grow old, but no matter when we are, please recall every freedom and carefree brought by childhood. I believe that we will laugh unconsciously. It will let us forget our worries and return our own natural and arrogant. The memory of childhood is planted in our heart and built into a castle in the future! Looking back on my childhood, I found my childhood in an old document which had been sealed for ten years. The latch was rusty and could not move. But the desire in my heart made me tear open the document and take out the memory which had been sealed for a long time.
It contains a large pile of certificates and certificates, some articles written when I was a child, and some fragmentary pieces. Childhood I, can be regarded as a good child, learning solid, but also love writing. Since I was a child, I have too much self-improvement. I need to strive for glory that does not belong to me. Naturally, I can't help laughing at the twelve three good student certificates. I think they are so vague, so small that I can't care about them. It seems that I can ignore them. They are the first and the best,