Content of childhood handwritten newspaper

Childhood, some people say that childhood is happy, some people say that childhood has just become our memories, some people say that those childhood things always float in my mind, and some people say that those childhood things are gradually forgotten. Moreover, I think I had joys and sorrows in my childhood, but those joys are now memories.

I remember that time when I was very young, I played and ate bubbles with you. I unscrewed the bottle cap, took out the tool for eating bubbles, put it in my mouth and blew it gently. Look at it! Some blow with their heads tilted, some blow with their heads upturned, some dance and laugh and chase soap bubbles, some urchins in colorful clothes chase and play in the air, some three or four want to whisper together, and some fall slowly in droves like paratroopers. You see, everyone plays so well, and I am not to be outdone. I dipped the blowpipe in soapy water and blew it gently. Sure enough, a small colored ball appeared at the nozzle, which became bigger and bigger. It turned around at the edge of the nozzle and became a "big gourd". I carefully blew the "Dabao gourd" on the table, and then blew two small bubbles on it, and it became "Mickey Mouse"! But these are just memories!

Now I feel depressed, as if I have walked into a maze-like narrow lane, and I will never find a way out. And every worry, like silk in a spider's stomach, entangles my heart and makes me flustered. I won't cry every time I am wronged, but I always keep it in my heart. I don't want too many people to know. . My heart seems to have been closed by me for a long time. I don't want anyone to know my heart, even if it is only a little. The odds and ends of my childhood are not worth remembering, and I have no strength to recall the past that will only make me sad. When it rains, I want to stand in the pouring rain and get wet. I want to run on the playground in the drizzle forever. When it rains, I will gawk at the scene of rain outside the window.

We can't be in childhood forever, but there will always be people in childhood. We can recall our childhood, but some people don't want to recall it, because it is just a vague memory, which passed in an instant. What happened? Those are just broken and I don't want to put them together again.

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"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..." Whenever I hear this song, my heart is like the wind blowing across the lake, which makes ripples, and I unconsciously recall my colorful childhood. ...

Childhood is full of innocence and laughter; Childhood is full of playfulness and happiness; Childhood is full of challenges and competitions, which makes it more attractive, but it is also accompanied by sadness and regret.

Looking back, it seems that from primary school to junior high school, the task and pressure of learning have increased and the happiness and freedom of childhood have been abandoned. It increases the maturity and grace of a teenager, but lacks the childishness and playfulness of primary school students. Think carefully, the rise of this stage adds color to our growth, but the innocence and joy of childhood fly away like a butterfly and never come back. ...

Childhood is not only laughter, but also sadness. The conflict with classmates is still fresh in my memory, and the friction with teachers is also recognized. The teacher's contribution to our education, no matter how sad it is, has become an important experience to hone oneself! Childhood always pays for us.

Everyone has a childhood, and the interesting things in childhood are like all kinds of seashells on the seashore, with the colorful brilliance of the seawater, which is countless. And now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is my most unforgettable childhood fun.

I remember when I was a child, when I was born, there was an orange tree in my yard and it was with me. I often take a knife and carve a mark on the trunk every day to measure my height. Looking at the horizontal line, I wish I could grow taller quickly. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped down from the chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. After listening to my words, my mother looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst out laughing for no reason. She couldn't help laughing until tears came out. She patted me on the head, looked at her stupidly and said, "Fool, it's not that you are short, it's that the tree is tall. Don't do such stupid things in the future. " I suddenly understood that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I don't know what stupid thing I would do to a chicken.

I love my childhood, my classmates, my teachers, all those who taught me, cared about me and blamed me, and I also love the joy and sadness my childhood brought me. ...

"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..." I love my childhood.