Composition: Recall the mistakes made in childhood.

Composition: Recall childhood mistakes.

Many things happened in my childhood, but once I made a mistake that I can't forget.

When I was in the second grade, in science class, the teacher asked me to plug in an electric toy car. I can't fit the wheels on my car. So I'm going to take my academic rival Yu Xin's car when she comes home for dinner.

After dinner, I came to Yuxin's seat. I first looked to see if anyone was watching me, and then I reached into Yu Xin's drawer involuntarily. Several classmates scared me into a cold sweat as soon as they turned around, and my heart was pounding like fifteen rabbits. In order to get a good grade from the teacher. Finally, I safely transferred the toy car to my drawer.

"Li Chun, you took someone else's things!" I said to myself. But another voice sounded from my heart: If you return Yuxin's car, what will others think when they see it? They will call you a thief! Besides, you returned the car. What else do you play in science class? In the end, the power of justice defeated the power of evil, and I intend to return the car to Yu Xin.

After a while, Yu Xin came back. She looked at her drawer and muttered to herself, "Strange, why is the car that was put here just now gone?" Hearing this sentence, I blushed a little. Then, Yu Xin called Hans and asked her to help him find it. But before she could find it, she shouted, "Who has seen my car?" My face became redder and hotter, and I became upset. I dare not change trains. Because I'm afraid people will call you a thief. But I was also afraid that Yu Xin would search my drawer. If I had admitted it at that time, the consequences would be unimaginable. Driven by my conscience, I quietly came to Yuxin's seat, put the car on her desk and said, "This is … I … I picked it up on the ground. Is it yours? " . ""Yes, thank you! " She looked at me doubtfully as she spoke. I quickly slipped back to my seat.

That afternoon, I was sour because I couldn't play with cars in science class, and I was comfortable because I got rid of that guilt.

Although it has been a long time, I can't forget it. Because the taste of taking other people's things is really bad! And the ease of overcoming myself has made me firmly remember the importance of honesty.

Recalling the delicious composition of 100 when I was a child, I was encouraged by my teacher in a Chinese class in the next semester of Grade Three.

A Chinese teacher asked us to talk about poetry, but I dared not say it when I knew it. I wonder if my classmates will laugh at me if I am wrong. By the time I realized it, the teacher had asked me to answer the question. I stood up and said, but I don't know why I can't. I looked at the teacher, as if I saw the teacher encouraging me from his eyes. I saw that the teacher was full of confidence in me and encouraged me. I don't want to live up to my teacher's hopes. So, I said the answer out loud!

Then the teacher asked the students to applaud me. I won't mention how happy I am!

Junior high school composition evokes childhood memories.

Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, childhood is like a cup of light tea, let you aftertaste; Childhood is like a rainbow of storms; Colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable; Just like that winding path, it makes you grow. The wind can't blow away this warm memory; Rain is falling all can't hide this moving melody, only the lovely sunshine shines and stores it. ....

Looking back on those unremarkable childhood events, although small, those memories are so touching, because with these memories, you can make continuous progress, keep pursuing and grow. Childhood is always reminiscent. Think back to that colorful dream, when Yaya was learning a language, when she just learned to walk, when she first stepped on the stage, when she called her parents for the first time, at that moment, all the shots came into your eyes.

It was an unforgettable memory, 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 my historic moment. My parents photographed this most happy and unforgettable appearance with a camera, which became the most gratifying thing for my parents. It has also become the happiest portrayal of my family. This unforgettable moment, so beautiful and sweet, has always appeared in my mind. However, beauty is only the past. In the long days, after repeated tempering, I honed myself as hard and weak as steel. No one will know the pressure of study, and no one will be pitiful. In the autumn when the leaves are falling, there is only hardship and only lost happiness. This is bitter. When I was a child, in the spring when a hundred flowers blossom, my childhood with beautiful dreams passed quickly.

So far, I will not shed tears in the face of the cruelty of reality, and my tears will be covered by that dark cloud. Childhood tears are so weak and stingy. Childhood dreams are colorful, as beautiful as a hundred flowers, unforgettable and unforgettable. 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; My son always likes to play under the banyan tree, and he also likes to sit there quietly and listen to the old story. At that time, the 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. I always liked dreaming when I was a child. Walking in the dream can't find the exit maze. Being locked in the maze again and again, I feel so confused. In real life, when my fighting spirit is aroused, dreams are the color of fire. ...

Memories make everything in the world quiet, relaxed and warm, remind you of distant but not distant dreams, remind you of the rain, which is a beating melody. 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. .....

Childhood has only memories, dreams have only creation, and the future has only struggle. .....

Childhood is a thing of the past. Only by remembering those little things and accumulating more experience can this road get wider and wider. Everyone has his colorful childhood. Childhood is the most precious thing in life. This is the beginning of your life. If you have it, you have a lifetime. We should cherish it.

Dreams often change. Dreams are the goal that people pursue all their lives. Only struggle, struggle, dreams can be realized, and that will become a reality.

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Only by remembering everything will you feel good. ...

Recalling my junior high school composition when I was a child, you came to my space to read it.

There is a kind of aftertaste.

The buckle is 805638677.

Memories of childhood My childhood was happy, colorful and full of joy. ......

Want to know something interesting that happened when I was a child? Next, let's listen!

When I was five years old, I saw my mother's mop with long hair, so I took action while my mother was sleeping. I struggled to pick up the mop and then took out scissors and tape. I first cut the strips of cloth on the mop with scissors, and then stuck them together with tape, and a wig was made. I proudly put my wig on my head. At this moment, my mother woke up. Kiki, what are you doing? My mother asked, scaring me into a cold sweat. I walked slowly to my mother. My mother burst into laughter when she saw me. ......

My mother smiled and asked me, "Why did you make such a wig?" I said shyly, "I-don't have long hair, but I-want to have long hair, so-"Somehow, I smiled, too. Now think about that day when I was a child. It was really cute.

Childhood memories composition! My childhood is like a colorful stream, flowing slowly, and the interesting things of my childhood are like waves, which will be treasured in my memory forever. Remember when I was five, Kurt?

I don't like playing with sand. As soon as I saw the beach, I quickly took off my little shoes and ran to its embrace. Crawling around on the beach, cheering. In the hands of my friends and I, the beach has become a cave, a hill and a big castle ... very interesting. But I always make myself look like a little eye inflammation. My mother told me not to get my clothes dirty in various ways, but I just wouldn't listen. Sometimes when I hear my mother calling me, I will say "A dangerous building is 100 feet high ...", which makes my mother angry and funny. Sometimes it's getting dark, and my mother tells me to go home, but I turn a deaf ear. My mother had to scare me with a bamboo stick: "Zi Ning, if you don't go home, I'll hit your little * * *!" As soon as my mother raised the bamboo stick, I quickly hugged my mother and said, "Stop fighting! Don't fight! Good mother, I'm going home! " Later, when my mother wasn't looking, I grabbed two handfuls of sand and stuffed them into my belt ... When I was in the second grade, one day in the summer vacation, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house in the country. It's almost noon. I found rhubarb dog panting at the door. I asked my father, "Why does it stick out its tongue?" Dad said, "Dogs have no sweat glands. They stick out their tongues to dissipate heat. " I ate a bowl of noodles at lunch, and I was so hot that I sweated, so I stuck my tongue out. Grandma asked, "Zi Ning, what are you doing?" I said, "I'm cooling down." Made the whole family laugh. In another composition class, the teacher asked the students to write an article about their favorite food, with special emphasis on the interpretation of the content. I thought for a long time, and finally made an article "Fried Rice with Eggs": Eating fried rice with eggs is my favorite. I eat fried rice with eggs every year, every month, every day, breakfast and dinner. I want to eat fried rice with eggs all the time. The teacher's comment at the back of my composition is: Be careful to burst your belly ... There are many interesting things about your childhood. How unforgettable!

I remember when I was a child, every year on this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father would take me to the grave. I always go to the grave happily, because as soon as my father burned paper money in front of the grave, I left it alone and played beside it until my father came to me. I don't know when I started to sweep graves. I stopped playing and making trouble, but observed each grave one by one.

With all the sacrificial objects ready, I can't wait to follow my father to the grave. On the way, I suddenly had a question, "Why did Qingming go to the grave?" So I asked my dad, and my dad also said. "April 5th is the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China, which started in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Qingming is a very important solar term. As soon as Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring ploughing and planting. Therefore, there are agricultural proverbs such as "plant melons and beans before and after Qingming" and "plant trees, don't live Qingming". But there is another custom in Tomb-Sweeping Day. On Qingming day, we don't move fireworks, but only eat cold food. " Dad paused, then said, "On the one hand, Tomb-Sweeping Day went to visit the grave to remember his deceased relatives, on the other hand, he offered sacrifices to his ancestors, hoping that their ancestors would bless the happiness and health of future generations of the family."

I saw people coming and going to the cemetery to help the old and the young. I looked and looked, and my father called me again. After a while, we returned home. I feel very tired. However, although I am very tired, I am very happy. I have learned knowledge and expressed my memory and respect for my ancestors with my own actions. I think it must be meaningful. Everyone must have gone to the grave, right? Tell me how you went to the grave!

Have you ever done anything stupid to recall your childhood? Eighteen stupid things I did.

Put your hand into the rice in the rice jar and insert it around.

2. When there are step bricks under the ground, walk every other grid (don't cross the line, completely within the grid).

3. Reflect the sunlight with a mirror and shine around.

4. Spread the paper on the coin, and then draw it with a pencil.

5. After eating the Swiss candy, wrap the candy paper back to the original square.

6. The supermarket is walking on the shopping cart.

7. Stick a note that says "I am * * *" on the back of my classmates.

8. Shoot others on the left and stand others on the right.

9. Step on someone else's shadow

10, throw other people's slippers downstairs.

1 1. Sit on the handrail and slide down when going down the stairs.

12. Take the elevator and go in the opposite direction.

13, oil nail with highlighter.

14. When it rains, you always turn that umbrella on purpose.

15. When no one is at home, learn to dance/act/sing in front of the mirror.

16. When you see a dog in the street, you will play with cat barking, and when you see a cat, you will play with dog barking.

17, when it rains, I picked up an umbrella and deliberately walked to a rainy place to listen to the sound of rain. It felt really good.

18, there are many bubble plastic films in the player's electric bag, and the bubbles are broken one by one.

I want to recall my childhood composition ~ ~ ~ ~ composition ~ ~ childhood, how cheerful and imaginative this word is. It contains many children's whimsy and laughter ... In short, childhood is a colorful collection box. It contains interesting things, happy things, stupid things ... all kinds of joys and sorrows. These all constitute a kaleidoscope of colorful memories.

I will never forget the story of my childhood.

From the beginning of being sensible, I can't forget one person in my memory, that is grandpa. Grandpa, this word is so close and warm to me. Every time grandpa comes to our house, we are very happy. Grandpa always brings seven or eight bubble gum back to share with us every time he travels abroad. After breaking up, we chewed hard!

"Hoo hoo …" Listen, grandpa is snoring. The voice is rough and powerful, and it has a sense of rhythm. A short beard must stand upright on grandpa's chin and rise and fall with snoring. Seeing grandpa sleeping so soundly, I don't want to disturb him. But looking at that short beard, it seems to say hello to me, and my heart itches. I really want to know. Generally, if you are tempted, you must act. If you don't act, you will be bored. So, I gently came to my grandfather's side and quietly extended my hand to the curious short beard. My hand shrank back as soon as I touched my short beard. Ah, it hurts! Not convinced, I "attacked" short beard again. I stretched out my hand to see if grandpa was awake. With the last "fight", I don't flinch when I meet a short beard now. I walk carefully on my short beard, which makes me very comfortable. Gradually, I became bold and fingered my grandfather's short beard. The more I play, the more interested I am. At this time, grandpa's "snoring" didn't have the rhythm just now, and grandpa seemed to wake up. As soon as I saw this situation, I immediately retracted my hand and stared at my grandfather to see what was going on.

Strangely, grandpa continued to sleep, and the voice of "snoring" gradually became rhythmic. I observed this phenomenon, and suddenly, I understood ... I confidently fiddled with Grandpa's short beard, once or twice ... Finally, Grandpa woke up. Grandpa woke up and saw me. He seemed to understand something and touched my head happily. I am also complacent, and I have come to a conclusion: fiddling with grandpa's short beard is the best way to wake him up in his sleep.

Childhood recorded my happy time with my grandfather, and I like to recall my childhood!

Last summer vacation, I stayed at my grandmother's house. It was almost noon 12. When my stomach was growling, I found everyone asleep. My family has the habit of taking a nap, but I can't bear to wake them all up. So at this time, I suddenly came up with a good idea: cooking by myself.

However, there is still a question before me: what should I do? Let me see, well, let's make the simplest fried rice with eggs!

First of all, get all the raw materials ready and start working! Dice the ham sausage and put it on a small plate; Then soak the green beans in a small bowl: fried rice (fortunately, my mother taught me a few tricks, otherwise I can only eat "ham and sausage mixed with cold rice" today). All right, get to the point. By this time, I had put the oil into the pot and heated it, making a "crackling" sound. Thought: it's time to put the eggs and intestines in! So I mashed the eggs and put them in the pot with ham and sausage. This is a terrible release. All the spilled oil stars fell on my arm, and a terrible pain immediately flowed all over my body. I let out a real cry, but I held back. Rinse with water and you can continue working.

Look into the pot again, wow! The bottom of the pot was a little burnt, so I quickly shoveled it out with a shovel. Then put the rice in. I shoveled for a while and thought, Great! So I took a bite. Honey, come on, I haven't added salt yet! So he quickly added salt.

Happy ... finally finished!

Although I was tired and hurt, I finally had my first meal. Although it is not very delicious, I believe that with this experience, I will do better next time!

How to write a composition recalling childhood?

Life is like a necklace full of jewels, and childhood is the brightest jewel; Memory is like the sea, and childhood is the most beautiful spray; Life is like a big tree, and childhood is the most dazzling green leaf … and I think childhood is a beach full of colorful shells, and I would like to share the most beautiful "shells" with you.

One night when I was seven or eight years old, there were moons and stars in the sky. I took an empty washbasin and ran to the yard to receive water and wash my face. The tap rattled, and I turned it off when the water in the basin was half full. I was about to pick it up when the water level in the washbasin calmed down and turned into a mirror, and a "white jade plate" moon appeared in the mirror! There are little stars around. I looked up at the sky. Isn't there a moon and stars? I think: Mother Moon's baby must be too naughty. Come to my house to play and bring her partner down. I hurried home and told my mother what I had found: "Mom, mom! Mother Moon's baby ran into my washbasin to play, and there were some little stars! " After that, she took her hand and ran into the yard, pointing to the washbasin to show her mother. After reading it, my mother beamed at me and said, "Well, go to sleep first and come to see the moon tomorrow!" " "The next morning, I went to fetch water again. There was nothing in the washbasin but blue sky and white clouds. Then I burst into tears: "I want the moon! I want the moon! "This stumped my mother. Where can I find the moon? Mother touched my head and said, "Don't cry. If you behave well today, I will find the moon for you. "I stopped crying immediately after listening. At night, my mother found the moon for me again. ...

Although it rained heavily last night, I remembered that I was worried about the disappearance of the moon, and I couldn't help laughing shyly.