Everyone is born with a childlike innocence. As people say, children's world is the simplest and most colorful, because children don't have too many distractions and secular troubles in their hearts. They must be the happiest people in the world. They look up at the world with spotless childlike innocence. But with the slow growth, the young mind has matured, and the original simple things have gradually become complicated. At this moment, I can't help but sigh: how long can we have children?
In fact, adults are nothing, so what if they are eighteen? Children are children and should do what children should do. But every time I show my sincere innocence without reservation, I get such a result.
When I origami, my classmates laughed and said it was pediatrics; When I drink yogurt, I will ask how old I am and have I been weaned? I can't sleep at night. When I want to sleep with my mother, my mother will say, I'm so old, it's a shame to sleep with my mother.
Is this the childlike innocence we want to keep?
Adults always like to confiscate their waywardness, but they don't know that they have killed the last trace of innocence in their hearts. The rapid development of modern society is devouring their childlike innocence step by step, and they have been fragmented.
Time is like a running river, gone forever, too late to say goodbye, but only we are numb and have no innocence of that year. Life is like a ruthless meat cleaver, which changes our appearance. Where is the original innocence? It's still used as a souvenir? Let the years dry up our ideals, but we can never find the truest us. ...
Finally, we are eager to remain pure. (www.suilengea.com Suiling Education Information Network)
The second chapter is 800 words dedicated to the lost childhood
It is destined that those innocent times have gone away from me, and that peach-blossom smile is gone forever. Memories make me cry at any time, and my eyes are full of bitterness. I tried to suppress my sadness, but he poured into my heart along with my blood.
With the continuous growth of age, those simple and happy days have long since left us and will eventually be out of reach. Those innocent people don't know where they went, leaving only memories.
Never forget that when we jump rubber bands on the playground, that clever figure will never get tired, no matter how far we jump. Never forget that when we play "Pony Crossing the River" in the sand, the figures running and chasing push each other, fall down, get up and continue to play, and no one will cry or lose his temper; I can't forget it all the time. When we play hide-and-seek in the mountains around the school at noon, we are always glad that others can't find ourselves. We are always afraid that if we don't find ourselves for so long, we will forget ourselves and always play until we forget to attend class ... I have never forgotten all this, hiding in the deepest part of my heart and savoring it slowly. ...
I still remember when we were young, we always quarreled over trifles, always said loudly,' I will never talk to you again', and then made up the next day, completely forgetting what happened yesterday; I still remember when I was a child, we always chased each other on the way home from school. We always threw our schoolbags on the ridge of the field and jumped into the field to play with mud. It didn't matter if we were dirty all over. We are always happy. I still remember when I was a child, the teacher asked us to line up to go home. When we are in Grade One or Grade Two, we are always polite. We didn't leave the team until we got home. When we grow up, we are disobedient. All the naughty looks are exposed. Out of school, we all broke up. A group of people are crazy ... (www.suilengea.com Suiling Education Information Network)
But this is only once, and I can't go back. I remember reading a sentence,' What you hate now is that we want to go back and can't go back'. No matter how hard we try, it will never come back. I lost it. For my childhood, I only have memories, memories full of laughter.
We were naive in childhood, but now we are replaced by hypocrisy. The longer we grow up, the farther away we are from innocence. Suddenly, I want to say sorry to myself. It's a pity that I will never find my original self again.
Senior two: Tangdi
Chapter 3 800 words dedicated to our lost childhood.
To our lost childhood.
When the drifting snow in winter passes away with the wind, you are left with only a shabby photo and a faded childhood. -inscription
Dreams are lingering, people are haggard, how can I sleep tonight?
Ten years have passed, like quicksand in the palm of your hand At that time, we were innocent, as if we had grown up overnight, and the childhood that once brought us endless joy no longer existed. ...
Do you still remember our original dream: in a sunny place, all the houses are old houses? The town is small, the bluestone road is winding, the houses are strewn at random, the yard is full of flowers and plants, and the walls are covered with creepers. Cicada shouted with all her strength, and the stray cat yawned lazily. You and I are walking on the road with mottled shadows. At the end of the road, there is a "sea".
Now, I came to this "sea", followed by countless tests and experiences. When toys all over the sky become textbooks printed in type, when games become homework and cram schools again and again, I know very well that childhood has left us, and books with ink fragrance are my destination, which I want to study and pursue all my life.
Now, I have become a middle school student, and I am no longer a crying child. Now we have become strong, persevering and able to bear hardships, big and small. I don't bargain with my friends for trifles as before; I won't cry because of a little injury; I won't wander at the crossroads of life again and again because of a little setback ... the passing of my childhood is not a bad thing for me. I am no longer as simple, naive and naive as before, but gradually mature, steady and careful in my experience.
The great writer Turgenev once said: "It is always good to be out of reach, and the scenery in the distance is always more beautiful;" In the journey of life, you should also grasp what is around you and in front of you. "Although childhood is beautiful, because it carries the joy and good memories of a generation. But I will grow up eventually. It's like a boat, carrying your memory, drifting away and gradually blurring in your mind. But please don't be sad, look up, the future is waving to you brilliantly.
By the time of our lost childhood, those weathered buds have become budding flowers. Goodbye, childhood, unforgettable childhood; Goodbye, childhood, goodbye, remember!
Shouchun Middle School (Southland Campus), Luyang District, Anhui Province: Zhu Ruifeng.
The fourth article gives us the lost childhood 150 words
Give everything you have and change your life.
The sun and the moon suddenly changed dramatically.
Childhood has been deeply engraved on the rings of memory.
I've forgotten for a long time
Think back to our childhood
I can't help but feel deeply.
Nowadays, the green shoots that have been weathered by the sun and rain have become flowers in bud.
Now we are all slim and graceful.
Goodbye, childhood.
Unforgettable childhood
Goodbye, childhood.
Goodbye is also a memory!
Zheng Lin, Class Four, Grade Two, CoCo Lee Middle School
Chapter 5: 450 words give us a childhood that will eventually die.
Time is like sand between your fingers, it is fleeting, and everything has long since ceased to exist. It's like a bird flying away, never to be seen again, leaving the wind whistling. ...
Childhood is about to die, it is impossible to leave any traces, and it is impossible to leave any regrets ... nothing can be left, just to return to the original point.
The stars are shining brightly. After one night, there were no identical stars and no identical moon on the second night.
After one season has passed, there will be no identical leaves and dandelions in the next season.
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Childhood is a treasure chest decorated with pearls, which needs the key of happiness and treasure to open. After many years, the key can no longer open the treasure chest of childhood, but childhood has never rusted, it will not rust, and it will remain in our memory forever.
Childhood is the sweetest fruit left in memory, the most beautiful fairy tale, the brightest star ... a past that can never be returned, and a unique existence. When it is impossible to come back, you must remember, remember all the happiness and love, remember all the pain and growth.
Flowers bloom silently, flowers fall silently, and everything is silent.
Childhood is gone and there is no sound.
Let childhood pass quietly, and good memories remain in your heart and mine.
Goodbye.
Childhood that will eventually pass away.
Fourth grade: Li Nuo.
The sixth article gives us a childhood that will die 1200 words.
Like the childhood of a jewelry box, laughter and laughter are attached to the white pearl, and the cool jade is accompanied by faint sadness and regret. When the wail decorated with black agate was beaten, my parents' exhortations turned into pieces of glowing gold. It was my childhood, just like my childhood in a jewelry box.
Sometimes, I laugh when I recall it.
Sometimes I will burst into tears when I recall it.
Looking at the other me from a distance, she has short hair, short hair, medium build and a bright smile on her face. She told me gently that I grew up just like you. I smiled and she said:
I am very happy. I am your beautiful childhood. I like crying, laughing and jumping. Whenever I walk along a path, I always pick up pieces of grass and flowers and play with them, carefree. I can kick pebbles and whistle on the road. It was my free childhood. She also said:
I want to laugh, I can laugh loudly, I can cry if I want, and I don't have to pretend to be strong. Enjoying that simple and simple happiness.
After listening to her story, I stopped laughing and tears appeared in my eyes. How I want to go back to that carefree childhood, that short time, that happiest time. Now I have waved my wings and sang "The Story of Time" to say goodbye to me, how many times.
Childhood is the most wonderful stage of life. At that time, children were a flower and a fruit, a hazy intelligence, an endless activity and a strong desire. It is the sweetest candy in the world, the brightest rainbow in fairy tales, the brightest star in the night sky, the pink silhouette engraved in memory, the dew blooming on the water, and the rose roaring down with time. Goodbye, childhood.
Goodbye, childhood.
Laugh when you come.
Sometimes I will burst into tears when I recall it.
Looking at the other me from a distance, she has short hair, short hair, medium build and a bright smile on her face. She told me gently that I grew up just like you. I smiled and she said:
I am very happy. I am your beautiful childhood. I like crying, laughing and jumping. Whenever I walk along a path, I always pick up pieces of grass and flowers and play with them, carefree. I can kick pebbles and whistle on the road. It was my free childhood. She also said:
I want to laugh, I can laugh loudly, I can cry if I want, and I don't have to pretend to be strong. Enjoying that simple and simple happiness.
After listening to her story, I stopped laughing and tears appeared in my eyes. How I want to go back to that carefree childhood, that short time, that happiest time. Now I have waved my wings and sang "The Story of Time" to say goodbye to me, how many times.
Childhood is the most wonderful stage of life. At that time, children were a flower and a fruit, a hazy intelligence, an endless activity and a strong desire. It is the sweetest candy in the world, the brightest rainbow in fairy tales, the brightest star in the night sky, the pink silhouette engraved in memory, the dew blooming on the water, and the rose roaring down with time. Goodbye, childhood.
Goodbye, childhood.
Day 1: Xiangzi
Chapter VII 600 words of childhood that we will eventually die.
Childhood, a familiar word. Everyone's childhood is different, and some are happy and carefree; Some are very sad and full of sadness; Others are dull, without happiness or sadness, and a little naughty ~ only I am different, and my childhood can be said to be poor and helpless.
I am very happy when my mother is around. My mother loves me very much and loves me very much. Even if you take a shower yourself, let your mother do it. Until 2008, my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer and only had 8 months to live. My heart is completely broken. I'm not even seven years old, and I've lived without maternal love ever since. But my mother was very brave. She persisted to 20 10 and was cured. My whole family cheered, so did I, but it didn't last long. In June of 20 1 1, my mother had another attack, and all the happy relatives were preoccupied. On 20 13,165438+1October 23rd, my mother died. My grandmother cried for two days and nights, and her voice was speechless. After that, grandma often cried, causing heart blockage. She has been taking medicine and is in poor health.
Dad later found me a stepmother, and I went to Lacrimosa every day. Doesn't dad love mom? How can I stand being married for a hundred days? I don't even think about my feelings. Dad used to care about me and pour me tea, but now he cares about that person. Everyone's life is different, I admit it. I can only resign myself to fate.
I hate myself, why it's not me who gets sick, but my mother. Why! Why! Why! Why did God do this to me? Why?
Finally, I began to change. I used to be different from now. Once that smiling, innocent and lively cold language is gone. Now Leng Yuxi is cold and silent. Only in front of relatives and good friends will you show that expression. I can only pretend that my classmates at school are hot and cold to me. I can't stand it. Childhood has completely disappeared from my life since then.
Sixth grade: Sun Tuyue
Chapter 8 gives us 200 words of youth that is about to die.
Now we have nothing to do and no worries. However, when the final exam of the sixth grade is coming, we are always in a hurry. Waiting for the holiday. But we look forward to this day, but we hate it. Because of this day, we don't know when we can meet again. Even if we come, if some of the 49 students don't come, they can't come far away.
I feel how good it is to study now! Have fun with classmates or have a little joke. Although our last "June 1" was very simple, this simplicity reflected the innocence of our "Class 63".
Grade 6: Jiao Yi
Chapter 9 800 words for our dying childhood
Inadvertently, I will be in the sixth grade soon. I will never forget every bit of my childhood, every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch. I miss it very much: it turns out that everything in my childhood is the best memory, and the lost time is gone forever.
Although the world is big and time is fast, there is always a constant hometown dream in a corner of my heart: the bitterness of childhood, the joy of childhood, the footsteps of childhood, the smiling face of the red sun, the unknown childhood secret, flying sand and stones. On the road of growing up, childhood games are a landscape that will stay in my heart forever.
Recalling, recalling again, is like walking in a misty rain and fog. Everything in the past seems to be in front of you, vaguely emerging in front of you, trying to catch it, and then disappearing without a trace. ...
I have never felt the importance of class. For me, the class is just a place to study. The first time I felt the importance of the class was in the third grade: I learned that several students were going to transfer. Although they are not my good friends, it is inevitable that they will feel lost after being together for a long time. Since then, I have found that we spend less and less time together.
Suddenly, I understand the cruelty of time: it won't wait for you, and it won't give you a chance to mend. An exam, a joke, a sentence ... those "ones" are small, but you can't find a chance to make up for them. In the dark, there is a mysterious and terrible machine, which, like an hourglass, misses your time bit by bit; It is like a sieve, sifting out your time bit by bit like ice cream powder; It sucks up your time like a sponge, just as fast as water.
I am beginning to regret it! I shouldn't waste five years! In the past five years, although I have gained a lot of knowledge in and out of class, I have neglected the communication with my classmates: I have never been to my classmates' home as a guest; Never invite classmates to play at home; I don't even know my classmates' birthdays, nor have I said "Happy Birthday" to them! It could have been done in a few seconds, but I didn't do it once! I always say, nothing, anyway, there are many opportunities in the future. Now, I suddenly realize that there is really too little time for us!
Childhood is about to die, and the footsteps of chasing dreams are still moving forward. Raise the sail of confidence and March towards the beautiful dream island!
Grade 5: Cai Yuqing.
Article 10 is for our never-ending donkey friends 1500 words.
To our friends who will never die.
Once upon a time, when I entered junior high school, I found that my friends around me had changed. All my former good friends were accompanied. They have their own good friends, and my former friends have their own new friends. As a result, our friendship faded, because we were not in the same class, and even if we met, all we could think of was polite questions. It was really sad at that time. . I know, I don't blame anyone, because the environment has changed, the class has changed, so the friendship has changed, which is the only excuse I can think of. At that time, I naively thought that friendship was gone, gone. I naively thought that I really realized the taste of friendship, and put the past friendship in the corner of my heart, without touching it or moving out.
After a year of ignorance, I suddenly found that the friendship in the first day of junior high school faded in the end. I don't know why, but friendship has gone bad. I don't know if I haven't kept it well or if it's been too long. I was sunburned too much, and mold appeared in my friendship. At that time, the only person who celebrated her faith was Yu Jun, a chubby but lovely little girl. From elementary school to junior high school, her friendship has not changed, but has become stronger. Maybe it's the reason for the placement, or maybe it's true friendship. I don't understand and don't want to entangle this nonsense, because friendship can't stand doubt. Yu Jun, a chubby girl, has become a true friend of Lurun and me. Regardless of whether it is placed or not, everyone's friendship has been nailed down and engraved in a Christ-like heart. I still have friends.
On the second day of junior high school, a group of new friends appeared. Suddenly I found some primary school students back, including my monitor Zheng Yugan, Lu Run's old class and former good comrades. Zhang, my good friend, a member of Green Run, is a good mother; Zhu, my son, the son of Lu Run, used to be a small family; Qin Zheng, my best friend, Lu Run's close friend and ex-daughter-in-law; Zhou Yingying, my study partner, Lu Run's classmate and former donkey friend; And Zheng, the clever boy who used to go to primary school.
Now, I don't complain, because friendship can't be broken all the time, but it's still a new pot after cooking for a long time. I am lucky to have these friends. At the beginning of June 4th, now the second day of junior high school, people have grown up and cherish friendship more. I know that friendship will last forever, regardless of ranking or not. . At the beginning of primary school life, because of the company of these people and the competition of everyone, we have achieved what we are now. Thank them and remember me. And thank myself. It is not too late. I can still seize these friendships. Friendship is like a funnel, you don't have to mind how much it flows out, but you should be glad that there will never be less sand in the funnel. If you turn around, it will still be there.
Zheng Yugan, you must remember our agreement on the afternoon of 20131kloc-0/2, and I will definitely carry out what I said; Zhang Chenxi, you can't forget that the sports meeting is our inspiration; Yu Jun, you can't run either. We have to go together in the future You can't go wrong, remember! And Qin Zheng, you know, we have been walking together for many years; Son, Yu Yue, you have to know, oh, you have to work hard, and this trip will not leave you; Zhou Yingying, I know you will nod. Let's do the math. We have been classmates for 8 years. Zheng, who was outside the hospital, agreed from the beginning. At the beginning, you said that in three years, all of us would meet in the same place.
Five years of classmates, of course, friendship is not built. Yu, Zhang and Zheng Yutong, our agreement will be like Liang Xu's unbroken love, right? I believe so, because we still have the same wishes and ideals. There are still two years left in junior high school, and we should go hand in hand. As someone said, in this world, family ties will never change. However, I firmly believe that under the careful care of all of us, friendship will continue. Now, please do not doubt. There is no doubt on the road to friendship. We will always be ourselves, and primary school is the symbol of our purest feelings!
Yu, a sophomore in Fenkou Town, Chun 'an County, Hangzhou City, Zhejiang Province.
Article 1 1 to the primary school era when we will eventually die, 3,000 words.
Six years ago in September 1, I was in the first grade of primary school. Because I am one year younger than other students, I always can't sit still. I've always wanted to stand up and twist my ass. A few months have passed, and my grades in the class are ok. I was chosen by the teacher to read the speech on the flag-raising platform. Because I was too nervous, I changed the honorific title of "respecting teachers" to "Zun" and "teacher" to "Si" ... but I didn't agree. I read this speech in the laughter of all the teachers and students.
When I came down from the flag-raising platform, my classmates looked at me with strange eyes, because I was young and ignorant, so I didn't mind.
In the third grade, the school held a sports meeting because I ran fairly well, so the teacher asked me to run the 4× 100 relay race, and I came last. Bang, the first stick started to run, but it was too late, and then it was almost there: the third stick! I'm ready to get the stick. It's my turn! "come on Come on, Qiqi! " This is my mother cheering for me! Afterwards, my mother told my family that I twisted my ass while running. Later, my family made fun of me and said, "I don't know who twisted his ass and ran away." After listening to this sentence, I snorted and smiled. Slowly, my family forgot about it, but I will still remember it!
In a blink of an eye, I am in the sixth grade. Over the past six years, this big family has given me ups and downs, joys and sorrows. Members of this big family have different personalities, but we all love this family. I will remember every success, every joy, every harvest, every time. These will be my best memories in the future!
It was you who accompanied me through the ups and downs in the past two years; It was you who told me to be "strong" when I was injured and met with difficulties; You taught me Tim Woye taught you a subject so that we could "learn from each other". ...
Let's cherish the good times together!
Grade 6: Wang Wanqi
Give us 900 words of youth that will eventually die.
A song, though not very popular, has infected many people. The title of the song is old boys. When Chopsticks Brothers sang this song on the stage, many people in the film shed tears, and I believe many people left tears outside the film. These tears contain sadness for youth, nostalgia for school days, and perhaps more helplessness for youth. When they set foot on the society with their dreams, they realized how realistic the world is, how distant their dreams are and how unforgettable campus life is. Teenagers who once aspired to the four directions have been changed by the ruthless meat cleaver of life, and they no longer have the blood of that year, and their youth is slowly dying in the passage of time. ...
Youth is like a heavy rain. I want to take another shower even if I have a cold. Compared with those who came from youth, I am lucky. I don't have to be as sentimental as they are. Nostalgia may be mixed with some helplessness and regret. We always hope that the youth in which we star will be vigorous when we are young, but when we see those tearful people in old boys, we know that few people can say the words' Youth without regrets'. Perhaps this is youth. When we were young, we didn't know what youth was. Perhaps only when we can't even catch the tail of youth will we think about what youth is. Perhaps only in this way can we truly understand the meaning of youth, miss the campus separated by the red dust after the rain, and cherish the youth time. But what was left to us at that time was helplessness, sadness, regret and some fragmentary memories about youth.
When we are tired of repeating campus life, have you ever thought that in a few years, these most ordinary and dull lives will be our most unforgettable memories of youth? When we waste time in school every day, have you ever thought that time is passing and our youth is slowly passing away? When we lose confidence in our study and don't study as hard as before, have you ever thought that the senior high school entrance examination is approaching day by day and our academic performance is getting worse day by day? Youth can no longer stand our profligacy, and we must fight for those distant dreams. Maybe you need a voice to encourage you, then you can try to listen to BEYOND's songs. I like to watch Ka Kui Wong's sweaty singing on the stage, and I like to listen to the encouragement at the top of my lungs. That passionate singing made me find a ray of light on the road of lost life. Although he is gone, the classics he left behind have inspired generation after generation. His singing explains a truth of life for us: dreams can be far away, but they are never humble.
If you are still young, if you still have blood and passion in your body, if you still have dreams, then please fight for them. No matter what the result is, I'm sure you will smile when you recall your feelings as a teenager in a few years.
Golden Rooster Middle School Grade Three: Dancing Out of My Life
The word 13 650 tells the youth that we will all die.
Youth, vitality, happiness, impulsiveness and carefree. Happy or sad. In any case, the passing of youth makes everyone irretrievably settled in life, leaving only the brightest light in life. Since it is impossible to retain, why not impulsively indulge once?
When we were young, we were young. In retrospect, we were helpless and ridiculous. Unfortunately, we can never go back. Maybe it's not God's blessing. He always loves to leave irreparable scars on our faces and make us suffer once. From then on, he began to learn to wear a mask and smile. However, the mask has been worn for a long time, and when he wants to take it off, it is just like a mask.
Youth, we used to be happy, sad and happy, remember? We go shopping together, collude with answers in exams, occasionally play tricks on our classmates, and then laugh heartlessly? That's just, that's just the past tense. Some people say, "Life is like Gai Lou, every step should be precise, even if it is only one centimeter away." However, when this building is completed, you will find that what you have lost for this building is far greater than what you have gained. Let's ask ourselves: Why are you so unhappy when you get what you want? Do you like yourself now? Some people do things just to rush into your world, teach you a lesson, wave their sleeves and leave.
Looking up at the blue sky, won't the tears of livestock fall? Is it nostalgia for the past and helplessness to reality that will lead to blowing in the wind? Clouds are scattered in the air, just like a little sadness in this beautiful spring breeze. Although it will not erode the soul, it will still make people feel the pain of the flesh. We will be in this bit of sadness, a little bit of concern, maybe you will complain about all kinds of things that you shouldn't have when you were young, just don't forget, that was what you wanted, in short, four words-youth without regrets.
For us, for the youth we will eventually lose.