Composition as a child

In daily life, everyone must have come into contact with composition. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is a collection of my childhood compositions for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Composition 1 when I was a child

1. Inaccurate pronunciation

My mother said that I could speak before I was one year old, but when I was four years old, I still had inaccurate pronunciation. I couldn't pronounce "g". . I heard from my mother that once my aunt came to my house to play, she picked me up and praised me: "Oh, the baby is so cute!" "Call aunt quickly," my mother said. "Dudu!" I raised my little face and said sweetly. "Haha!" Everyone laughed. I also smiled stupidly. "Read with me, auntie," grandma corrected. "Du--du--!" I said in a long tone, word by word. "Haha!" Everyone laughed even more. Now I feel funny when I hear it: "What's so difficult about reading, aunt? It's a piece of cake!" "How old are you now and how old were you then? It's not easy to compare!" My mother sarcastically said to me.

2. The kitten won’t sleep

It’s late at night, but under the age of two, I still make a fuss and refuse to sleep. "Sleep well!" My mother hugged me and sang a lullaby to coax me to sleep. One of the sentences is: It is late at night, and the cats and dogs are asleep. I opened my eyes wide in surprise as I listened, and asked in confusion: "Mom, no, no, the kitten can't sleep at night because it wants to catch mice." "Hey! You kid." Mom smiled. Hi! I was pretty smart at the time and could think of all of this!

3. Can’t eat sweets

When I was in kindergarten, I didn’t even know how to eat sweets. Once, I performed well and the teacher rewarded me with a candy. I quickly peeled off the candy wrapper, stuck out my little tongue, and licked the candy like a dragonfly dripping water, letting the sweet taste stay on the tip of my tongue and slowly spread. Then, throw the remaining candies into the trash can. The whole class laughed, and the teacher also smiled and said, "This child is so tender!" At that time, I thought that's how candy is eaten. However, now that I think about it, it’s okay to eat sweets like this. You can taste the sweetness and don’t have to worry about tooth decay. Composition 2 when I was a child

My father would always sigh when he saw me busy doing homework at home: "Oh, children nowadays have to do so much homework every day. We used to just play!"

This time, I went to interview my father specifically to learn about the fun he had playing when he was a child. I took my pen and notebook to find my father. I asked: "Dad, what fun did you have when you were a child?" Dad seemed to be still addicted to his own computer world and didn't listen. At this time, I got angry and shouted: "Dad, what fun did you have when you were a child?" At this time, my father seemed to have just woken up from a dream and shouted "Ah". I asked the question again.

Dad said happily: "In the past, I was happiest when I took your aunt and sister-in-law to swim in the river in front of my house!" I heard this and became envious. Ah! It was so cool for my dad when he was a kid. He could still go swimming. We have so much homework now, let alone go swimming, we don’t even have time to go out and play.

I asked again: "Has your family discovered it? Has your grandpa known about it?"

At this time, my father seemed shy and lowered his voice. As if there was some secret that no one should know: "Well... One time, we went swimming and was discovered by our grandpa, who told grandpa. Grandpa got angry, so he went to the river with a feather duster and yelled a few times. We We went ashore obediently and lined up, taking turns to be beaten. Because I was the oldest, my grandpa hit me the hardest. The second one was my aunt, who also took a few beatings. As for my sister-in-law, my grandfather had no strength at that time..." I listened, and my stomach hurt from laughing.

Ah, it was so fun when my father carried his grandfather to swim when he was a child! But now, the clear river has been filled in a lot, and the water is smelly. I will never be as happy as my father and aunt were when they were young.

Childhood Composition 3

When I was very young, my grandma was the closest to me...

At that time, I was just an ignorant child. Every day, I would pester my grandma to tell me interesting stories. There were countless stories that she told me. I only vaguely remembered some of them, but because there were too many, I really couldn’t remember them. But some of the things I remember vaguely are still so profound: "One, two, three, climb up the mountain, four, five, six, somersault, seven, eight, nine, shoot the ball..." "The crescent moon, the small Boat, a small boat with pointed ends..." Wait, there are countless rhyming children's songs.

I grew up slowly listening to my grandma’s nursery rhymes and ballads. I benefited a lot and gained a lot of knowledge. It was my grandma who allowed me to have so much knowledge of my own. After I went to school, I became even more proud, thinking that among my classmates, I could tell the most and the best stories, and my classmates also liked me very much!

You think, my grandma is not close to me, but she takes the trouble to tell me so many stories!

Ideal, when I was a child, when I grow up...

What is the ideal? The ideal is the spring breeze blowing on the face, the ideal is the nourishing nectar, the ideal is the source of life, and the ideal is what grandma said, "You will understand when you grow up." An ideal can be an unattainable dream, or it can be a simple step.

When a toddler, his ideal is to fly into space; when he is a little sensible, his ideal is to get good grades; when he is a child, his ideal is to have supreme power; as an adult, his ideal is to have a stable family with enough food and clothing. It is no longer the grand ambition that we once set.

However, when do ideals not accompany us? No matter the storm or thunder and lightning, your ideal is there, waiting for you. Composition 4 when I was a child

When I was a child, I loved to cry. A trivial matter would make me cry for most of the day. My family said that I had "developed tear ducts" and was a "good cryer".

When I first started school, I didn’t have much homework. I would sleep until midnight every weekend before getting up. I remember one time I woke up and shouted out of habit: "Mom——". After I shouted, my mother didn't come. I shouted again: "Mom——Mom——" and my mother still didn't show up. I shouted several times, but there was no sign of my mother. "Mom doesn't want me anymore." A terrible thought flashed through my young mind. So, when my nose became sore, my tears fell down. I grinned and burst into tears. The cry was "earth-shaking". When the neighbors heard my "wolf howling" cry, they thought something had happened and rushed to help. My mother heard my cry and hurriedly ran into the house, picked me up and said, "Baby, I'm sorry. My mother was washing clothes just now and didn't hear me...". It took a while of coaxing and persuasion to stabilize me.

At this time, the neighbors had arrived at my house and were banging on the door. My mother pulled me to open the door and saw so many people standing in front of the door. My mother was surprised. When I asked why, I found out that it was a false alarm. My mother breathed a sigh of relief. She said embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry for bothering you." Everyone." I hid behind my mother, feeling very scared because I had never seen so many people. "Wow--" I cried again. Within half an hour I had cried twice. It can be seen that I really love to cry.

Although my mother always said that I should be stronger and not cry over trivial things, I just can’t change my habit of crying. well! When I was a child, I loved to cry so much. Composition 5 when I was a child

Time passes, and twelve years have passed. I changed from a naive little girl to a sensible little adult. To this day, I still feel like I’m still stuck in my childhood.

From a doll to a little girl; from childish thoughts to being able to think independently, all of this is the result of time. As we age, we all grow up. In the cartoon "Xi Yangyang and Big Big Wolf", we feel that Xi Yangyang uses his intelligence to defeat Big Big Wolf time and time again. In the cartoon "Bear Bears", you can feel that Bear Big Bear Er protects his homeland in repeated battles with the bald man.

I felt it in the cartoon "Big-headed Son and Little-Headed Dad"...

Looking back, it seems that the girl in childhood was still so immature, so carefree and innocent. I don't understand everything, I'm just curious. There were moments of happiness and sadness in my childhood, and I was so confused as a child. Thinking back now, all the joys, sorrows and joys of childhood are like colorful watercolor paintings, which are endlessly memorable.

I looked through the photos of my childhood again and again, recalling the silly things I did in my childhood. When I looked back, I realized that my childhood seemed to have left me. The swallows have flown, but there is a time when they will come back; the willows have withered, but there is a time when they will be green again; the peach blossoms have withered, but there is a time when they will be green again, but childhood is gone forever. I don't know why, but I feel an inexplicable sadness in my heart.

Goodbye! As a child! My childhood went by so fast. During these 12 years, there was happiness, sadness, and happiness. Now, I have to say goodbye to it, and I feel a little reluctant to part with it, but I also look forward to the future! Composition 6 of my childhood

The teacher asked us to interview our parents about interesting things when they were young. As soon as we got home, I started interviewing my grandma.

"Grandma, let me ask you something. What fun things did you do when you were a child?" "When we were children, we were in a difficult situation. But sometimes we would go to the river to catch fish or crabs." Grandma explain. When I heard that this was interesting, I urged my grandma to say: "Speak in detail quickly, tell me in detail quickly!"

"In the past, several children from my neighbor's house and I went to help work in the fields. But we didn’t like it, so we sneaked out and went to the river to catch fish. The fish in the river were very small, so we made a net with grass and fished in the river. "Grandma stopped for a moment and said." Once, I caught a crab, and no one dared to take it. Finally, someone brave enough to catch it got his hand pinched, so he tied it with a straw..." "Grandma, then. Have you ever been scolded when you went home? "Not this time. It was really funny. I want to laugh just thinking about it now!"

"Which time? Tell me quickly." "That time, we went to catch fish in a pond full of mud. I heard that there were many and big fish there. When we went over to take a look, the water It was very turbid. I stood by the water and hesitated to go into the water. But someone pushed me from behind and I fell into the water. "Hahaha..." Before grandma could finish her sentence. , I already laughed so much that my stomach hurt. "I haven't finished speaking yet. Later, it was a cloudy day and I couldn't dry my clothes. I had no choice but to go home. My mother beat me when I got home."

Ha Haha, wasn’t it hard for grandma before? Even if it was hard, with these fun things, it can be regarded as happiness amidst the hardship. Childhood Composition 7

I like to say: "When I was a child..."

My mother smiled and said: "My baby, you are a child now."

In my mother’s eyes, I am still a child,

But in my long memory, there are already many interesting childhood stories,

Like the sky full of stars,

Like colorful shells on the beach.

When I was a child, I had many ideals:

The first ideal was to be a mother.

I asked my mother: "Is it difficult to be a mother?"

My mother said: "It is not difficult, but it is difficult."

Oh! Is it difficult or not?

We went to kindergarten.

The teacher took us to sing, dance and play games.

When we grow up, I want to be a kindergarten teacher.

When I went to elementary school, I found that being a primary school teacher is better than a kindergarten teacher.

The class teacher can take care of everything:

Queuing, arranging seats, collecting money...

Standing on the high podium,

The classmates listened obediently,

When I grow up, I want to be a primary school teacher.

Later,

I found that being a principal is better than a class teacher.

Teachers have to obey the principal obediently.

But The principal has too many things to take care of:

Teachers, students, decorating teaching buildings, cooking in the canteen...

Alas! It’s so annoying

I’d better be the head teacher!

This was my ideal when I was a child.

When I grow up,

I can proudly say: "When I was a child..." Childhood Composition 8

When Byron was in Aberdeen Primary School, he rarely exercised due to lameness. His body was bloated and it was difficult to walk.

One day, a few strong classmates were playing football on the playground, and Byron was watching in rapt attention. He has an amazing talent for imagination. While watching, he thinks in his mind: How should he intercept, grab the ball, and shoot. His face shows expressions of nervousness, regret, and joy from time to time.

A strong and naughty classmate Lang Si took him to play football. Byron refused, but Lang Si saw that he was fascinated by the performance, so he found a bamboo basket as a prank, forced Byron to put one foot in it, and "wear" the basket around the field. At that time Byron really wanted to pounce on Lang Si and punch him. But how could he defeat the tall and strong Lang Si? I had no choice but to swallow my anger, put the bamboo basket on my feet, and limped around the playground.

The students burst out laughing when they saw it, and Lang Si was so happy that he jumped on the ground with his feet.

Byron was publicly insulted by Lang Si, and he understood that it was because of his physical weakness. Later, this strong-willed man assiduously participated in various sports. A year and a half later, his physique has improved significantly, and the muscles in his arms have bulged. On the court, he can run continuously like a triple jumper.

Soon, he participated in the school sports meeting, and he happened to meet Lang Si in a boxing match. They fought fiercely for a long time. In the end, Byron hit Lang Si on the chin with a hook and knocked him down. On stage.

The audience applauded the victory of Byron's will, strength and endurance. Composition 9 when I was a child

Another dusk, but something different.

At this moment, I am eating corn while waiting to pick up my sister and my girl’s cousin. This Chinese Valentine's Day is the girl's third birthday, so they came, and I am very grateful for this. The news started that the plane was delayed and we had to wait for a while. I just added another message, the plane has a problem and I don’t know when it will take off.

Everything changes rapidly, but there is always an undercurrent under the glacier. Who can see the blood flowing through it? Who can measure the accurate speed of heartbeat? I vowed not to budget for another second.

Today I went to the kindergarten to pay and go through the formalities. It was a mess, but luckily everything went smoothly. The notice said that there will be a parent-teacher meeting next Saturday morning and that he will enter the kindergarten on September 1st. Parent-teacher conference, this thing has been missing for a long time. The roles had to be reversed over the years, and the former children were now parents.

Feeling lost, suddenly gained.

The days of running water. Deadly silence of the crowd.

Records are nothing but struggles. Trying to give my future self a chance to come back.

Give yourself another reason not to give up and believe that every bit of your transition has not been wasted. Fear of missing out. Missed it though.

Valuing time is not about valuing oneself. Who can cherish yourself more than yourself.

It is so fine and dense that there is no chance to breathe.

Facing the darkness of silence at night, I once felt uneasy, but now my face is calm.

It turns out there is no first thought. Composition 10 of Childhood

Whenever I drink scented tea, I always think of my childhood playmate, the gardenia tree in the corner of the community where I once lived.

When I was a child, because I was taciturn, I didn’t have many good friends. Even in kindergarten, I had very few friends. My best friend should be the gardenia tree.

Whenever the sunshine becomes warmer and even a bit hot, whenever the rain comes through and becomes a bit heavy, whenever the leaves turn green and even a little green, white flowers bloom among the leaves of Gardenia. . In the past, I always clamored for my mother to help me pick gardenias from branches that I could not reach, pin the gardenias on my head as hairpins, and turn the soft branches into It forms a corolla, decorated with white flowers, and is worn on the head, pretending to be a flower fairy. Occasionally, I will hold a fairy tale book and sit under the gardenia tree and read it quietly. When the breeze blows, the tree is full of flowers. The fragrance makes me indulge in the flowers; when the weather is hot, I always hold a fan and chat with my parents under the gardenia tree, touch my father’s beard, kiss my mother’s face, and wait until I’m tired from playing. I drank a large bottle of orange soda, and my laughter was filled with the sweet smell of oranges and gardenias.

Later, my parents and I moved, but the gardenia tree in my mind never disappeared. Every May, when the gardenia blooms, I see it standing so elegantly in the corner of the community, covered with flowers, and I can still smell the sweet smell in my nose... …

I don’t want to forget this gardenia tree, but maybe it’s not just this gardenia tree that I don’t want to forget... Composition 11 of my childhood

I don’t know if any of you have I noticed that many older brothers and older sisters were willing to play with us when we were in school, so let me talk about the older sisters we played with at that time!

At that time, I was only about five or six years old, and I was the youngest among our group of friends. That sister is very skillful with her hands and will teach us how to make many things.

Let me tell you about "salad oil".

Making salad oil is also very simple. First, we need to pick some flowers. The petals of these flowers can be torn off and placed on the forehead. We don’t know the name of this flower, so we can So he named it "cockscomb".

After collecting the "cockscombs", tear off its petals one by one, and then prepare a plastic cup. At that time, we used a cup for yogurt. Put the petals in, add a little water, and then use a wooden stick to pound it until it can be drawn.

The last step, I didn’t expect it, is already the last step. Filter out the petals from the pounded “salad oil”, and then pour the pounded “salad oil” into a clean empty space. You're done in the bottle.

This was one of our favorite games to play at that time. Unfortunately, the older sister is already in the second grade of junior high school and will be promoted to the third grade this year. Since she entered junior high school, she has never played the game again. Haven't played with us yet.

Now that I have grown up, I have discovered a problem, that is, the brothers and sisters who played best with you when you were young, when they grow up, they play games with their mobile phones at home every day, or ride their cars. Wandering around town.

Even my brother liked to play with me when he was a child. At that time, we played games and cooked together... But what about now? He was at home all day long, playing games on his mobile phone, and ignored me at all.

Alas! The joy of childhood can never be returned! Childhood Composition 12

Everyone has his own childhood, and I am no exception. Although I am quite strong, in fact, I was very timid when I was a child. Whether it was a snake, a mouse or even a small ant, I Scared of all, let alone the scary ghost.

At that time, I was only in the first grade of elementary school. My mother had to work overtime and would come back very late. When I got home from school, I was the only one left at home.

At night, although the home is bright and warm, it is very deserted. After 7 o'clock, there was a strong wind outside. The wind blew in through the crack in the door, whining loudly, like a little monster screaming outside. I didn't even dare to go to the toilet alone. I always felt like someone was watching me. I thought: Why hasn’t my mother come back yet? I was anxious and nervous, and I was thinking about ghost stories in my mind. It scared me so much that I got goosebumps all over my body, my legs were weak, my hands were shaking, and I couldn't even hold the pen steady.

Before I finished my homework, I ran directly into the room to watch TV. It happened that the TV was telling a ghost story. The more I watched, the more scared I became, so I had to turn it off. At this moment, there was another power outage. The house was completely dark and I couldn't see my fingers. Suddenly, I heard a loud bang. I was so frightened that I hid in bed and prayed for my mother to come back soon.

In order to adjust my fearful mentality, I reached out from the bed, opened the drawer, took out the headphones, put them on my ears, turned on the switch, and I gradually became immersed in the music. Just as I closed my eyes and listened to the music, the quilt was lifted and the music stopped. I was so scared that I opened my eyes and saw that my mother was back. Mom said, "The wind blew the vase outside to the ground and broke it. Why didn't you hear it?" Ah! It turns out that these strange noises are caused by the wind.

Now that I think back to my timid childhood, I feel so ridiculous! Composition 13 when I was a child

Several years passed by in such a hurry, why didn’t I search hard for them. When I was a child, I longed to grow up, but now I really want to go back to my childhood. Just like what Zhu Ziqing said in his essay "Hurry", I don't know where they are? Is it in the mud used to dress up the family's wine, or in the house made of small building blocks, or in the childish words of childhood? Who can tell me?

I used to have two cute little hamsters at home, one was milky white called Pudding, and the other was the color of pearl milk tea called Milk Tea. They were birthday gifts given to me by my uncle. I also like the two new members very much, so I often feed them some delicious food.

Later, because our family went on a long trip and did not prepare enough food for them, the two little hamsters starved to death. At that time, I innocently stayed with their corpses and passed out crying. When my grandfather, a retired teacher, found out, he laughed and said, "It's just an animal. There's nothing to cry about. I'll just buy it again!"

My cousin, who is 20 years older than me, also laughed. : "Yeah, at worst, I'll buy you another one next time!"

At that time, I glared at them angrily and said, "You don't understand anything at all!"

What they will never understand is my feelings for the little hamsters. They have been with me for so long, and to me they are like my relatives. But they laughed at me so much and looked at me with disdain. During that time, I hated them, even hated them.

Many people have told me: "You have grown up, and your childhood is far away from you!"

Now I want to know, how far is eternity? ? Composition 14 when I was a child

My mother always called me "bad girl", not because I was bad, but because I was naughty, so naughty that it makes people sad. I started to think about the past, and it was because my mother kept talking about "you before".

Before I was born, I was causing "turmoil" in my mother's belly and making all kinds of "dangerous actions". My mother also wondered why she gave birth to such a "naughty kid" like me. When I was playing around in my belly, how did I know it was my mother’s belly? Just play and kick, who knows what is covering you? have no idea. Don't know at all. When I was born, my mother had a difficult labor, so she reluctantly used a caesarean section to "dig out" my "preserved egg" from her belly.

When I was in kindergarten, my mother sent me to kindergarten. I thought she didn’t want me anymore, so I cried and made a fuss and refused to go in. Later, when I went there, forget about it, it was "heaven"! I gradually became familiar with the people in the kindergarten, but I had to transfer to another school. So, I transferred to a kindergarten and was in the middle class. Now I am already in third grade, and I can’t bear to look back on the past. I wonder if those friends still remember me? I forgot about them, sorry, everyone.

I had an accident on the first day of first grade. Why? When I went to school, I was climbing on the play railing, and fell off the railing with a "pop" sound, breaking my hand bones. As a result, I owed several days of classes just after school started, and I had to make up for it later. It's really sad that I started at a bad start and failed miserably. My mother was also extremely sad. Regarding my naughtiness, she could only sigh that she owed me everything in her previous life.

Composition 15 when I was a child

As the saying goes: "Everyone has a love for beauty." When I was a child, I was really ugly.

I remember when I was five years old, I saw my mother smelling good and beautiful after dressing up. At that time, I was still ignorant and thought: What my mother puts on every day must be good things. So, a naughty idea came to my mind, why not...

It was another lively weekend, with vendors on the roadside selling goods, and people passing by on the road. Mom and grandma went shopping together, and dad was sitting attentively in the small study playing on the computer. This is really a God-given opportunity, why don't I take advantage of this opportunity... Thinking of this, I tiptoed to the bathroom and quietly moved my mother's small box of cosmetics to my small bedroom. I first took a lipstick, smeared it on my lips, sipped it gently, and then looked in the mirror, oh, it looks so good. Then I picked up my mother’s day cream, eye cream, moisturizer, isolation cream... whatever Three-seven-twenty-one, apply them on your face according to their names. Inadvertently, I saw rouge powder and eye shadow again. My eyes glowed, so I quickly took them out and applied them on. I also used up a lot of eye shadow. Go take a look in front of the mirror, haha! Face turns pale to understand! The eyes are also beautiful. Hey, why does mom smell so good? Oh, come to think of it, she smelled so good because she sprayed something called perfume. I quickly picked out the perfume, sprayed a lot, and smelled it again, ah! So delicious. What else is missing? By the way, it's a bracelet and a necklace. I quickly rummaged through the box and took out the necklace and bracelet. Look at this, it’s beautiful, look at that, it’s beautiful too. Finally, I settled on a white set. "Ding dong" I quickly opened the door. Hey, my mother is back. I quickly asked: "Does it look good?" "Hey! This is obviously a little monster!"

In the evening, my mother sacrificed her facial cleanser and a long time to help me wash my face.