Write a composition on the topic of "childhood", with more than 600 words.

Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart; Childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you memorable; Childhood is like a rainbow after a storm, colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow after sunset, so unforgettable. The wind can't blow away this warm memory, and the rain can't hide this moving melody. Only the lovely sunshine shines on it and preserves it. Looking back on those unremarkable childhood events, although the events are small, the memories are so touching, because with these memories, you can make continuous progress, pursue and grow.

Childhood is always memorable. Think back to that colorful dream. When you were learning English, when you first stepped on the stage, for the first time ... at that moment, those shots suddenly appeared in front of your eyes.

It was an unforgettable childhood. On the day when I first took up my new schoolbag and went to school, I was finally able to go to school like other children. For me, this is a historic moment. My parents photographed the happiest and unforgettable appearance with a camera, which became the most gratifying thing for my parents and the happiest portrayal of my family. This unforgettable moment, so beautiful and sweet, has always appeared in my mind. But beauty is just the past. In the long days, after repeated tempering, I honed myself as hard and weak as steel.

Childhood is the spring of a hundred flowers, and childhood with beautiful dreams is fleeting. Childhood dreams are colorful and beautiful, with endless aftertaste and lingering. At that time, there was no worry or worry. Childhood dreams are like the night sky, so broad and quiet. Childhood dreams are like countless stars. They only blink, can't talk, honest and calm ... countless stars, like countless dreams, flooded into my little head. Since then, I have been thinking about countless problems.

Growing up under the blue sky, dreams in the night sky are like small castles piled up on the beach and dreams by the blue sea. When I was a child, I always liked to play under the banyan tree, and I liked to sit there quietly and listen to the old people telling old stories. At that time, my dream was green. When I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown and enjoy the golden leaves flying all over the sky in the autumn when the leaves were falling. At that time, my dream was golden. When I was a child, I always liked dreaming. Walking in the dream can't find the exit of the maze. I was locked in the maze again and again, and I was so confused. ...

Memories make everything in the world quiet, relaxed and warm, remind you of distant and unreachable dreams, and remind you of the melody beating in the rain. When you fall, there is a force watching you, reminding you to fly the paper plane under the blue sky and the dream you expect.

The clock can only go forward, not backward. Childhood has only aftertaste and memories. ...

Get your childhood back.

The old days were really an "old urchin" who stole our childhood when we finally began to understand.

If childhood is a clear spring, we are gathered into the rain and dew of this spring; If childhood is a painting, we are Ma Liang with a magic pen; If childhood is music, we are the notes that make up the score. ...

In short, if childhood is a blank sheet of paper, then we are designers. We naively draw a stroke here and a little there. Although it's a bit messy, all the joy overflows on the paper.

I spent my childhood in the country.

The sky in the country is particularly blue and the trees are particularly lush, so children who grow up in the country are as "wild" as the nature there, and I am the most typical representative of these wild children.

Spring is my happiest season. Every March or so, I will bring something to eat and have a picnic with my friends on the mountain without telling my family. This activity was kept secret until one day when we were sharing the fruits of our labor, a rainstorm suddenly came. Unprepared, we got wet. Needless to say, if you go back, you will definitely be beaten by K. Even so, we often sneak out for picnics, which is really the same!

Summer is my most active moment. My horoscope is similar to water, so my family hates me playing with water. But I am not afraid of death. I often organize friends to catch crabs and go swimming in the river. "Bad things" will always be exposed. Once, my eldest brother who went with me to look for Heyuan accidentally slipped into the water and hit the rocks at the bottom of the river, and his forehead kept pouring blood. "This is a disaster." We children gave up the "water search plan" in a hurry and quickly sent the players who hung flowers home. Of course, you will still be punished if you get into trouble. I still clearly remember the scene when my grandmother picked up a broom and chased me all over the village after hearing the news.

Although the "earth-shattering" things I did when I was a child were always criticized and punished, I still look forward to that fearless life. But as time goes on, our happiness is overwhelmed by a mountain of homework.

"Where was our childhood?" I question old people's time.

"Son, when you grow up, you must learn to be mature." The old man's time has taught me.

"Is that really the case? When people grow up, they no longer have childhood, and even happiness flies away? " I have questions about the answer of the time old man. I decided to break the law of human growth and look for a youthful childhood.

I made it!

Youth childhood is the "boredom" of chatting with classmates during recess; Youth childhood is a "tense state" of laughing with classmates for no reason after dinner; Youth childhood is the happiness of solving math problems after "going through thousands of difficulties and dangers"! It turns out that childhood has always been with me, but the youthful childhood lacks that licentiousness and ignorance.

My mother often laughs that I still like to hide in her arms like a child. I am not ashamed of this, because my childhood is also hidden in my mother's arms!