In our ordinary daily life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down our mind, and think about our future direction. So have you ever understood composition? Below is a composition about my childhood that I compiled for you. You are welcome to share it. Childhood Composition 1 Childhood is like a stream slowly flowing through my heart. Childhood is like photo albums, leaving beautiful memories in my memory. Childhood is like a piece of drawing paper. Use the brush of memory to leave pictures on the paper. Beautiful pictures... In my childhood memories, I accompanied my grandmother to fish, shrimp and catch snails. That day, I followed my grandmother's example and turned over the stone. Wow, my hands were full of small fish and shrimps. Suddenly grandma called me ashore. I had no choice but to witness this thrilling scene on the shore. I saw grandma grabbing and pinching it with her hand, and a big water snake was in grandma's hand. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk. It was time for me to go home at this point. Childhood is like a piece of candy, it is very sweet to recall it from time to time. Comments: Wen Neng Yi Qing. The young author's parallelism about childhood is very realistic and realistic. He should record his own mental journey with a positive attitude and delicate writing style. The only fly in the ointment is that there are two different things after "Suddenly my grandma called me ashore" and the previous one. I suggest that the author make the transition in the middle part more natural and divide it into two paragraphs to make the transition natural and the events clear. Childhood Composition 2 My father’s childhood was different from my childhood. I sometimes envy my father's childhood, but my father says that my current childhood is much better than his. Dad said: "I used to have to walk by myself to and from school, but now you have someone to pick you up and drop you off." I said: "Your childhood was much more interesting than mine now. You could make your own toys, and mine were all I can’t experience the fun of making toys like you.” Dad said, “I didn’t have lights at home before. Unlike now, there are one or two lights on the ceiling everywhere.” Said: "You used to roast sweet potatoes and peanuts with your brother. You could also plant rice seedlings, plant peanuts, and grow various beans together. It was much more interesting than us now." Dad said: "We used to be bitter. It’s unspeakable, you don’t know, when we are hungry at night, there are no midnight snacks or snacks, so we can only drink a few more sips of water before going to sleep.” Grandpa listened and touched my head and said, “My child.” Well, in the past few years, our lives have been getting better day by day. You see, the original mud houses and tile houses have been transformed into spacious and flat roads, and every household has begun to strive for a well-off life. "After hearing these words, I thought carefully. After thinking about it, I realized that my father’s childhood was better than mine in some ways, but also not as good as mine in other ways. We are so happy!! Childhood Composition 3 Childhood is beautiful and happy in the eyes. Every time I recall my childhood, I listen to songs with beautiful melodies. My childhood time is gone forever. When I want to cherish it, it slips quietly through my fingertips. The memory left behind. When I heard Pang Long's song "Friends", I recalled my childhood. When I was a child, I would talk nonsense to my classmates or partners, always treating myself as a buddy or friend. They say they want to be together for the rest of their lives, sharing blessings and suffering together. God would fight over the slightest thing, and no one would pay attention to anyone. I have long forgotten my original oath. When I heard Lao Lang's song "You at the Same Table", I recalled my childhood. In primary school, there are always people in the class, one person per table, and there is one boy and one girl. The female deskmate always wants the male deskmate to give in, but the male deskmate comes up with machismo ideas that scare the female deskmate. And these two incompatible ideas merged together, creating a trace of erasure - the 38th parallel. I was stingy at the time and made a decision with my deskmate that whenever someone crossed the line, I would buy drinks for the injured party. But every time I crossed the line, I would beg her lazily to let me live, and she wouldn't care about me. , that’s it. Childhood is the first step to fight in the sky; childhood is the time of youth; childhood is the waltz of youth; compose beautiful songs. Childhood is different; childhood is evocative. The song of childhood fading away... Childhood Composition 4 Dad said that his childhood was spent in the countryside. When I was a child, when school was busy, I would rush to my family's fields like a track and field athlete and start helping my parents with farm work. Because he is very playful at a young age, he is sometimes attracted by the little ants moving around, sometimes he races with hares, but sometimes he is criticized by his mother. Every New Year, I can wear a new piece of clothing. I usually wear it in tatters, and every piece of clothing is patched again and again. The food we ate at that time was a simple meal, with no snacks or snacks, let alone ice cream. Let’s talk about my childhood.
Now I am like a little emperor, reaching out for clothes and opening my mouth for food. My mother enrolled me in swimming and piano classes, and my parents played and chatted with me during the holidays. I usually have new and fashionable clothes to wear, I can eat in restaurants, visit places of interest, and ride bicycles and skate with my friends... These have increased my knowledge, broadened my horizons, and given me a rich and colorful life. After-school life and a beautiful, happy and memorable childhood. From the simple meals of the past to the luxurious food and clothing of the present, my father and I have obviously made much progress and perfection in their childhoods. I want to cherish the life I have now, and cannot be born in the midst of blessings without knowing the blessings! Childhood Composition 5 My childhood friend was a kitten, which was a stuffed toy. The kitten is sky blue all over and has two big eyes, so I named it "Big Eyes". The big eyes were given to me by my mother’s colleague. Big eyes and I are inseparable good friends. When I eat, he sits next to me. When I put something in his mouth, he seems to be alive and looks at me with his big eyes; When I watch TV, I also let it sit aside and watch some interesting cartoons, movies, and horror movies with me, as if it can understand it; when I build Lego blocks, I let it lie aside and watch me. How to match it. After building it, I put the work in front of it, and it seemed to say: "You did a great job building it!". After listening to it, I felt very happy. Now my mother hides the big eyes because she doesn't want me to play with them anymore. I was sad, but Big Eyes left me with great memories and will always be my best friend from childhood. Childhood Composition 6 Childhood is like a white cloud, ever-changing, pure and flawless; childhood is like a treasure box, containing many interesting and silly things. I remember one time, I clamored to learn how to make dumplings, but my mother had no choice but to agree. I'm going to buy dumpling wrappers on Saturday and then teach me how to make dumplings when I get home. Saturday came, and my mother kept her promise and taught me how to make dumplings. When I got home, my mother said to me: "Before making dumplings, you must first wash your hands, and then wipe them with a clean cloth." "Why?" I asked puzzled, and my mother replied: "If your hands are dirty, , if it sticks to the dumpling skin, it will be dirty if you eat it. "I still followed my mother's instructions... I started to make dumplings, and I followed my mother's example - first take a piece of dumpling skin, and then put the filling. Place it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper, and finally, wrap the dumpling wrappers tightly together. "ah". The dumpling filling is exposed. But I am not discouraged. If one is wrong, I will pack another one, and if the other one is wrong, I will pack another one. Finally I succeeded! From then on, whenever my mother made dumplings, I would help her. Time flies, and childhood is like a dream - there are nightmares and good dreams. Childhood is innocent. Childhood Composition 7 A touch of sunset dispersed, and the dark sky was dotted with dots of flowers. They blinked mischievously, peeking into the secrets of the world. Occasionally, shooting stars streak across the night sky, adding a bit of vitality to the silent night. A little boy was holding a moon in his hand, and the adults gradually gathered together with great curiosity. Slowly, the adults came to a small forest. When they looked up, they saw a moon, as if someone had left a small boat drifting alone. People in groups of three or three sat under the tree, the small fans waving gently in their hands were like fluttering butterflies, full of charm. The wind gently blew over people's faces, and the moonlight seemed brighter than the candlelight. The children gradually raised their hands. The wind seemed to know that it could not break the tranquility and stopped breathing. The fallen leaves still fell gently from the trees. The leaves float into the distance with the wind, leaving behind a longing; the sunset leaves with the night, leaving behind a ray of glow. When I look back at those childhood pictures, it's like a movie. What do you see if you look upside down? Childhood Composition 8 Childhood is colorful, it is like a painting, pleasing to the eye; it is like a poem, fascinating; it is like a song, slowly sung into the heart... Childhood is golden, classmate The friendship between us is like the hot sunshine, which warms my heart. When I was frustrated, my classmates comforted me; when I encountered difficulties, my classmates helped me; when I had happy things, my classmates shared them with me... My childhood was pink, which is my favorite color. My parents bought me many pink things: sheets, pillowcases, toys, pajamas... I have lived in a 'pink world' since I was a child. Childhood is pure white. At that time, we were all very pure and our hearts were full of kindness. We live innocently and don't have to worry about our nonsense. Don't worry about your little temper.
My childhood was sky blue. I was like a little bird, flying freely in the sky, flying towards my dreams, flying into the distance, and flying towards the world I longed for. I work hard to fly for my dreams, and as long as I still have a glimmer of hope, I will never stop moving forward. My childhood was orange, full of energy, and I was like a little sun every moment. I want to let the whole world know that I am shining! My childhood was red and I was full of energy. As long as I have an idea, I will execute it immediately. Red is a color full of energy. Childhood Composition 9 It is a diary that can run; it is a picture that can speak; it is a photo that can flow. It is childhood, both like a sugar, sweet; and like a jar of vinegar, It's sour; it's also like a medicine, bitter. In the heart of my memory, that incident from my childhood will always come to mind from time to time, that is, getting an injection. I remember that morning, I felt hot and weak all over. This made my parents so anxious that they put an antipyretic patch on my head and went straight to Jingdezhen. Before I got to the hospital, I was covered in sweat, but I felt much better. When I got to the hospital, the doctor said it was nothing serious and just gave me an injection. I won't do this! I struggled to break free, like a fish caught ashore, trying to get back into the river. But my mother still held my little hand firmly. This time it was bad, I cried. When my mother saw it, she felt a little soft-hearted. But her father refused to give up and said sternly: She has healed her scar and forgot about the pain, so she is determined to beat her! The root of the disease must be eliminated! Dad's words, like an accelerant, made Mom want to have a beating again, and she held my hand harder than before. Seeing this, I cried even harder. I saw my mother coaxing her softly: Be good, just give me an injection. After the injection, I will buy you candy, potato chips, chocolate, and biscuits. After hearing this, I immediately stopped crying. I compromised for snacks, which is kind of funny now that I think about it. I love my colorful childhood, which stores my sour, sweet, bitter and spicy tastes and gives me endless happiness. Childhood Composition 10 Childhood is like a colorful palette, with a lot of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Childhood is like a five-flavor bottle, it has everything. Now I will take out the most beautiful story from the five-flavor bottle and share it with you. During one summer vacation, I went to the desert. In the desert, I got to know alpacas. Alpacas look a bit like sheep and a bit like camels, so they are called alpacas. It has no hump, so it is also called humpless camel. Its face is very long, its eyes are always squinted, and its fur is soft, especially the two bulging areas on its face. It yearns for freedom and has a good temper. When we arrived at the desert, we rested for a while. As soon as I got off the car, I happily ran to the alpaca. The alpaca was grazing leisurely. I thought it was very honest, so I took a closer look: it always looked leisurely. There is always something chewing in his mouth, as if his stomach is never full. When the alpaca saw me looking at it, it also looked at me stupidly. After looking at it for a long time, I felt that its cheeks were bulging, so I pressed its cheeks. Tragedy happened. It immediately spit out a large amount of water and sprayed it in my face. I was also anxious and kicked it immediately. My mother found out and hurriedly pulled me away. My mother told me: "Alpacas keep water on their cheeks. If you tease it, it may spit on your face." I nodded in understanding and ran to play with the alpaca again... Childhood is happy; childhood is happy; childhood is beautiful. Childhood is about to pass, but the memories of childhood will never pass away. Childhood Composition 11: Like a storybook, every page is a wonderful story; Childhood is like a palette, full of various colors; Childhood is like a photo album, recording our childhood memories. When I was 7 years old, my father accidentally discovered that there were two "uninvited guests" in the two middle teeth of my bottom - it turned out that two more teeth had been inserted. This is terrible. These two new teeth will affect the normal growth of my original teeth. So, my father immediately decided to take me to the hospital to have my tooth extracted. I was not afraid of tooth extraction at all, but my father was more nervous than me. He was worried that I would be afraid of pain and cry because I was still young, so he repeatedly told the doctor to pull it out gently. He also held my hand tightly and said to me: "It won't hurt, don't be afraid, it'll be fine in one go!" I comforted my father and said: "Dad, don't worry, I'm not afraid of pain, and I won't cry!" "The tooth extraction started. I lay down on the recliner first and opened my mouth with a "ah" sound. The doctor first tapped my teeth with a tool, and then started to put something on my teeth. Suddenly, I felt a little nervous. I was worried that it would hurt. I secretly told myself that I was a man and had to be brave.
So, I closed my eyes tightly, opened my mouth wider, and waited for the doctor to come and remove it. The doctor moved very quickly, and before I felt any pain, he said to me: "It's done, my kid is so brave!" This was the first time I had a tooth pulled out in my childhood, and my father applauded my bravery! 12 Compositions on Childhood Everyone has a colorful childhood. Childhood is like a painting, which records our flawless memories. There are many things that happened in childhood. Let us open the door of memory and recall the perfect childhood fun. I remember one time my mother was not at home and I was the only one at home. The puppy ran to me to play, and suddenly an idea came to my mind. The puppy's hair is so long, why not cut it? I cut the puppy's hair into a mess. My mother came back and asked me what was going on. I told her what had happened, and she told me in a dumbfounded voice: The hair on the puppy is for warmth in winter, just like people wear cotton-padded jackets in winter, and they have to take them off in summer. Cotton-padded jackets, wear thin clothes, the same goes for puppies, they will take off their cotton-padded jackets in summer, so there is no need to cut them. There are many colorful things in childhood, and these things are often so childish. The sky in childhood is always so blue, the things in childhood are always so sweet, and the things in childhood will always be remembered in our hearts. Childhood Composition 13 In my memory, it is the light emitted by the moon. Back in the past... In a small isolated village, the sun shines during the day, but it is pitch black at night, like a deserted village. The dark monster swallowed up the small village, and people could not see their fingers in the dark night. Finally, we decided to draw the moon. What shape should we draw? Everyone said at once: "Draw a circle." "No, we should draw a semicircle." "You are wrong to say this. We should draw a curved shape." I said, "Then draw all three shapes. Come out and start our plan tomorrow!" "Okay!" The next day, everyone got up very early and the sun had just risen. I asked the sun: "Father Sun, can you lend us some gold?" "What are you using it for?" "We want to light up tonight and hang the moon, but now we need your colors to paint the moon." "Okay, no problem." Father-in-law Sun ran home like an arrow, and immediately got a large bucket of golden paint. Everyone picked up their brushes and started painting the moon. At dusk, the moon was finally painted. People took the moon to the grove and found the tallest tree. This tree stood here like a giant. Everyone hung the moon up, and the night was no longer dark. There is always an eye looking at them... Childhood Composition 14 Childhood is beautiful, happy and unforgettable for everyone. Everyone's childhood is different. For example, I was very happy in my childhood because I was a child in a rural area where I had many unrestrained childhoods. Although the countryside is not as beautiful or wonderful as the towns, our childhood was certainly much happier than the children in the towns. In the spring, we worked on the farm with our parents, playing and planting seeds. We have been busy all day. Although our clothes were dirty, we were happy, so we put our worries and worries aside. In the summer, several of our friends go to the river to have fun, such as water fights, stone throwing and other activities. After playing for a day, our clothes were soaked through. If we wait until summer vacation, we will have even crazier fun. If we come back at night, we'll need a few big bags. This will not be scolded by parents. In the fall, we helped our parents restore the land, planting one plant at a time, one at a time, and the plants didn't know which was which, but we were still happy. In winter, we wore thick cotton-padded jackets and went out to play together, having snowball fights in the snow and sliding on the river. If we step on the snow and fight again, it will be even more slippery. It would be weird not to fall a few feet. Childhood is happy. Although we have grown up, we cherish the present and recall our wonderful childhood. Childhood Composition 15 Once, my mother bought some crabs from the market. I saw that the crabs were very ugly, so I was very curious and decided to play tricks on them. I decided to take them to the balcony myself, but one of them was not very obedient and kept struggling in my hand. It accidentally pinched my hand and made me scream in pain. So I shook it hard, hoping to shake it off, but it was like dog skin plaster and couldn't be shaken off. At this time, I felt very panicked. I quickly called my father, who came to me and asked: What's wrong? I put my hand in front of my father's eyes, and my father immediately understood what was going on. He took me to the pool and asked me to put my hand in. Sure enough, the crab slowly let go of my hand.
Dad first squeezed the blood out of my hand to prevent the wound from getting infected. Then he took out iodine from the bedroom to clean my wound, and finally put a band-aid on me. Looking back now, my hands are still aching from addiction. well! From now on, I never dare to provoke crabs again. Once bitten by a snake, I will be afraid of well ropes for ten years!