Childhood is getting farther and farther away from us. Every time the second hand on the clock moves a small space, childhood will take a big space. Do you remember your childhood? The following is an example of how to write a composition in my childhood senior two. I hope you like it.

I have a happy family. I was born in beautiful and vast Canada. I love Canadian, but I love China more. When I was a baby, my parents customized a fetal writing brush for me as a souvenir, engraved with the words "Love Canadian, Rooted in China"-this is my parents' expectation.

Since I was born, my parents have always said: children are the best gift from God, and we should let the baby have a healthy and happy childhood. When I was just two years old, my mother taught me how to hold scissors and learn how to make handicrafts. My grandparents taught me how to use chopsticks. They also taught me how to count and know Chinese characters, and told me all kinds of stories and life truths at home and abroad. ...

In Canada, my parents and I visited Nicaragua Waterfall, picked up maple leaves, had snowball fights and practiced swimming. In Japan, my mother took me to eat Japanese food, take the Shinkansen high-speed train and visit Disneyland. After returning home, my parents accompanied me to the Summer Palace, Yuanmingyuan, Science and Technology Museum, Planetarium ... countless interesting places, and I grew up in the arms of love. In order to know more about China's profound culture, my parents let me choose to study in the motherland since I was a child, and they also returned to work in the motherland.

What makes me happy is that my father and I are still "alumni"! I like Xiyuan Primary School and our teacher. I learned a lot of cultural knowledge, folk songs, ancient poems, songs, dances and so on. I am very happy here. Besides attending classes, I also compete with my classmates to jump rope, throw sandbags and draw mazes. Doing duty cleaning together, I learned to help my classmates and care about the group. I love my childhood, and I love my motherland even more.

Grass will not give up the praise of spring because of the height of poplar, and wild flowers will not give up the right to fragrance because of the delicate and charming roses; People won't forget my childhood because of the colorful future.

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This night, I accidentally looked through the past photo albums, and the memories implicated in the photos reminded me of my childhood. ...

"Ok, ok, go to sleep!" At that time, my grandmother was over 70 years old, but her body was still strong. "No, I won't sleep. Tell me stories, tell stories. " I looked at grandma with tears in my eyes. "Well, tell me about my grandmother when she was young." Grandma paused and then said, "It was really hard at that time. At that time, you didn't have enough food and clothes. What do you want after 90? ... Alas, food and clothing have become a problem. Needless to say, there is something wrong with the TV and even the electricity. There was a TV in the village at that time, which was fresh. Now computers have entered the homes of ordinary people. People use tap water now. At that time, they will go up the mountain to pick it. " New story? Great, I fell asleep with this expectation.

Gently close the photo album, recalling the story told by my grandmother when I was a child. Grandma changed my mind step by step with her own life experience, which made me form a good habit of thrift and made me understand that I should cherish the good life now.

Yes, the grass will thrive with the encouragement of poplar, and the wild flowers will bloom with the company of roses; And we will cherish every day because of the good past and add more and better memories for the years to come.

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How to write a composition for senior two in childhood? This week, we learned Song of the Yangtze River. The word "Yangtze River" reminds me of the rivers in my hometown. Although the river in my hometown is just an ordinary and unremarkable river, it has neither the long history of the Yangtze River nor the surging Yellow River, nor the quiet beauty of the West Lake. However, it is such an ordinary and unremarkable river that makes my childhood colorful and enriches people's horizons because it is beautiful.

How many folk singers eulogize the rivers in their hometown and how many poets have written poems praising the rivers in their hometown. Although I am not a singer or a poet, I am just an ordinary pupil, but the most beautiful river in my heart is also in my hometown. I also want to write a masterpiece about the beauty of rivers in my hometown.

Although the river in my hometown is unknown, it is only a small tributary. But I still want to eulogize it, praise it and write down its beauty.

In spring, when the river is crystal clear, small fish and shrimp swim around like urchins, throw a stone and immediately scatter around. The river bank is full of flowers. Some flowers fell into the river, and the fragrance immediately spread all over the body. The whole river was filled with fragrance at once. The river is full of colorful and delicious' petal fish'.

In summer, swimming friends swim in the river. I even envy them for exploring underwater. What an exciting and magnificent trip this will be! Along the way, you will see many unexpected beautiful scenery.

In autumn, gold leaves fall. Small sailboats in the river, taking our dreams away. Looking at the sailboat in the distance, we silently pray in our hearts that our future dreams will come true.

In winter, the river freezes. You can catch fish with a hammer with your friends at night. There are many unexpected gains.

This is the river in my hometown and the most beautiful river in my heart. This reminds me of my childhood memories. Isn't it beautiful? It also brings us happiness and innocence that only belongs to childhood.

How to write a composition in my childhood sophomore year? Childhood is unforgettable, how sweet and beautiful it is. Let me talk about my happy childhood!

Look at my gluttony first!

I will never forget it at a birthday party when I was five years old. That day, my mother bought a big cake with chocolate flavor, and even the air smelled of chocolate. My saliva kept dripping, dripping on the bright table and smooth floor. "It smells good!" I can't take it anymore. I went straight to the cake and no one could stop me. I just heard a bang. My face fell on the cake, and I didn't even insert a candle or make a wish. This is a tragedy. My face is covered with chocolate. When I was about to wash, my tongue licked around my mouth and shouted, "delicious!" " I also ate with relish on my face, and everyone laughed, but I didn't know what my mother was laughing at. Now I know what they are laughing at. What a pity!

It's about seven-year-old naughty!

That year, I was very naughty In my hand, nothing is not bad. One day, I slipped from the escalator on the third floor of our house to the second floor, then from the escalator on the second floor to the first floor, shouting "drive ~ drive ~ drive" while sliding, and then from the second floor to the sofa on the first floor, only to hear a bang, and then my father jumped out of the sofa.

This is my wonderful and happy childhood, what a wonderful dream. I want to cherish it. Just once for everyone. I will always love it, my childhood.

Everyone has his own interesting childhood story, and so do I.

I believe that if I tell you funny stories about my childhood, you will laugh until the roof collapses, but you can laugh as much as you like, because it won't bring you any harm.

When I was 7 years old, I loved drinking very much. Whenever my parents go out, I always ask them to buy me drinks. I remember once, I was watching TV. Mom and dad are going out, so I told them to buy me a bottle of drink. They left without saying a word. I watched. I'm a little thirsty. Go to the kitchen to drink water. On the way, I came across a bottle of green bottled liquid. I thought about it and drank it desperately. Look at the trademark when you feel bitter. I don't understand. It should be "poison" Then I wrote a "will" and said:

"Mom and dad, I bought your māI yāo, I'm going to si. When you go to Fé n, please buy me more Y and NLià o. After writing, I lay in bed ready to die. At that time, my heart was on fire, fearing that I would die.

Who knows, when mom and dad came back, they brought a bottle of real drink and woke me up after reading the will. I said, "Hello, where are we going?" Mom said; "We're not going anywhere, we're staying at home." I opened my eyes and saw, "Ah! It turns out that I am not dead, I am at home! "

The three of us looked at each other and smiled happily.

How to write a composition in the second year of childhood? Everyone has their own happy childhood, so do I, such as burying turtles, eating soap bubbles and so on. What do you want to hear? If I don't know, I'll just talk about eating soap bubbles!

I was naughty and curious when I was a child. I often see my father drinking beer there. Every time he fills it, there will be foam. He takes a sip and says it's delicious. Every time I want to drink, my father doesn't agree, so I often pretend to drink beer behind my parents' backs.

Once, my mother was washing clothes. I saw a lot of bubbles and thought it was beer, so I tricked my mother out, picked up a cup and drank it like my father. When I took the first sip, I felt sour, not as delicious as my father said, so I ran to my mother and cried, "Dad lied to me that beer was not good, but he said it was good." Mother felt strange and said to herself, "There is no beer at home. What can she drink?" I happened to hear this sentence. I dragged my mother to the bathroom and said, "Isn't this beer?" My mother saw all this and hugged me and said, "My little ancestor!" " "But I don't know what happened. My mother laughs and I laugh.

Now that I think about it, it's really funny. I feel stupid. Friends, what do you think of me? Would you like to be friends with me?

My childhood was a happy river; Childhood is a ray of golden sunshine; Childhood is a vast green space; Childhood is a white sail in the sea of Wang Yang; Childhood is a happy story; Childhood is the beginning of a long road.

This rushing river embeds my childhood pursuit of dreams, which makes me run forward forever like this river. I can pay for my dream. Let's join hands, overcome any difficulties and move forward forever.

This ray of warm sunshine illuminates my way forward. It is like a bright lamp, flying in front of me forever, shining for me. Under its illumination, I thrive and move forward bravely.

This vast green space! This growing green space! This free green land! It is the combination of laughter and laughter in childhood, which gives me room to play and grow, and makes me feel happy and joyful. On this vast green land, I drew small trees with colorful pictures-it was growing and drawing sheep-they were playing and drawing a family of birds-they were happy and drawing boats-they were sailing. Draw the Milky Way-fly to the sky!

Childhood is always happy, but it will be spent after all. In the past days, I will still remember her-time passed and my memory stayed.