In our daily study, work or life, everyone has written compositions. With the help of compositions, we can improve our language organization skills. There are many things to note when writing an essay. Are you sure you know how to write it? The following is a collection of childhood ink paintings that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you. Childhood Ink Painting Essay Part 1

What is childhood? It is the flowers that bloom in spring, the bright sunshine in summer, the harvest fruits in autumn, the snowflakes flying in the sky in winter...

Everything in childhood is worth looking back and savoring. Now, I invite you to "taste" my childhood.

When I was 7 or 8 years old. The weather was very hot during the summer vacation that year. People held a fan in their hands and enjoyed the coolness under the shade of the trees. I couldn't bear the loneliness, so I went to my neighbor's house to play with my friends. The neighbor has a calf and we often visit it. When we arrived at the neighbor's house, the neighbor's grandmother took a large basket of leaves to feed the cows. We ran over, surrounded the neighbor's grandma and said, "Grandma, we also want to feed the cow." The neighbor's grandma said, "Of course you can, but you must be careful!" We picked up the leaves and ran to the calf impatiently.

The calf’s eyes are big, shining, dark, and round, and its mouth is constantly moving. I took the leaf and stretched my hand towards the calf. As soon as the calf bit the leaf, it wouldn't let go. I tried my best to suck it out, but it still couldn't be pulled out. The friends next to me cheered for me, and I simply played tug-of-war with Mavericks, but I still lost.

My friends saw me and came to feed the cows. I suddenly thought: "Cows are not scary at all. They are so small. How about I pull the cow's tail?" My friend said: "My mother said that cows can bark, and they are very fierce." But I didn't think so at all. He was so hungry that he was very docile.

I walked over gently, stretched out my hand, picked up the cow's tail, and pulled hard. The cow actually barked. The cow was going crazy. I was so panicked now that I followed the cow around. In order to stop the cow from walking away, I pulled harder, but the cow went crazy. I slipped and fell down, and my face was covered with dust. Dad saw it, picked me up quickly, and scolded me, but I ran out to play again as if nothing was wrong.

Every time I think about this incident, I can't help laughing. The cuteness of my childhood always makes me smile when I recall it.

There are many interesting things about childhood. We are still continuing to depict the ink paintings of childhood... Ink paintings of childhood, Part 2

Walking on the street, a little boy gently Sit on a chair on the side of the road. He picked up a book, "Water Margin". He opened the book and looked at it quietly. Cars were passing by at high speed on the road, but this did not affect the little boy. The radio on the street also rang, but the little boy didn't seem to hear it and still sat quietly. As the book turned page by page, smiles flashed across the little boy's lips from time to time. As time goes by, the sun slowly climbs from his toes to his knees. Take a look at the "black whirlwind", "water battle" and "white stripes in the waves"

Walking on By the stream, a weeping willow that has just sprouted is standing by the stream. At this time, the stream is as calm as a mirror, and the weeping willow is the girl holding the mirror. She is looking at the "mirror" and concentrating on herself. Putting on makeup, a fisherman with a fishing rod in his hand was sitting quietly by the stream. His tall figure fell on the green stream and seemed to turn emerald green. At this time, a red dragonfly flew over. It seemed to regard the fishing rod as a branch and slowly landed on the tip of the fishing rod. After a while, microwaves rippled on the surface of the water. The mirror seemed to be broken. A big silver fish jumped out of the water. The figure was also broken. Everything in the lake moved. The fish jumped on the grass. , man is smiling on the grass.

Walking along the riverside, a group of children were playing in the water. Pairs of small hands moved repeatedly, stirring up waves of waves, just like a group of ducks taking to the water, flapping their young wings and playing in the water. , one moment you splash water on me, and the next moment I do it to you. There were bursts of laughter.

Childhood Ink Painting Essay Part 3

Childhood is an ink painting that will become our precious and beautiful memories. Childhood is an ink painting, decorating our childhood life with colorful brushes. Now, let us open my childhood "ink paintings" together, savor them carefully, and slowly appreciate the pictures of my innocent and childish childhood life.

Look, look there. That’s a funny thing about my grandma’s orchard. I was 6 years old that year, and my mother took me to my grandma’s orchard to spend the summer vacation. Because it was summer and it was in the countryside, it was extremely hot. Every time my grandma would see me rolling on the ground in the heat, she would take me on a lounge chair under a cherry tree and let me eat cherries and slowly fall asleep. Once, I saw a caterpillar on the cherry leaf in my grandma’s hand. So I screamed in fright: "Ah! Ah!" "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Grandma was also shocked by me. "Grandma, there is a caterpillar on the leaf in your hand." I said timidly. Grandma looked at her hand and laughed loudly. This was not a caterpillar. It was just that the weather was too hot. The leaves of the cherry tree were rolled up. You can see that the back was empty. "Oh!" I let go a little at this time. A little snack, but I'm still scared to death when I see a caterpillar.

Grandma’s orchard is full of my innocent and childish childhood life, and it has also become a colorful stroke in my ink paintings. Classmates, your childhood, maybe your childhood was more colorful than mine! Childhood Ink Painting Essay 4

When the autumn girl brushes off the last withered leaves on the wild fruit trees, when the mountains are rendered colorful, the wild fruits hanging on the branches like lanterns will be enjoyed one by one. Their charm was blooming, so we started the picking battle again.

Behind the house is a mountain, which is full of greenery. In late summer and early autumn, the trees bear bright red fruits, which often fall down with a "snap", splashing red pulp on the ground. At this time, the wild fruits on the mountain are also ripe. Delicious wild fruits often grow in bushes full of sharp thorns. If you are not careful, you will have a "close contact" with the sharp thorns, but no matter what, you cannot stop them. Keep in mind the determination of foodies like us.

My friends and I came to the back mountain. At first glance, the wild fruits on the branches had been picked. But when you look closer, you can see that there are many wild fruits hidden deep in the branches and leaves, which are difficult to notice. We first pick the ones growing on the branches. They are all plump and look like mulberries. They are purple and red, making people drool. After picking the ones on the branches, I started to pick the ones in the depths. There are many thorns in the depths, so I can only pick them with gloves. I first put my hand into the bushes, grabbed the small tail of the wild fruit, and pulled it gently with my hands, and the wild fruit was picked. If it couldn't be pulled, I could just cut it with small scissors. Sometimes the spikes get stuck into the gloves. We endured the pain and picked them all at once. In the end, we picked a whole big bag. Mom looked at our achievements and only praised us for our greatness.

Look at these wild fruits, and then look at my hands. Although there are a few red blood stains scratched by the sharp thorns, I am still very happy. He took out a small wild fruit from the bag, put it into his mouth, and took a sip. Wow, even though it’s a small one, the sweet and cool juice explodes in your mouth. It’s like a walking juicer. It’s sweet from your mouth to your heart. Looking at the happy smiles on the faces of my companions, I also smiled happily. I ate too much, and the sides of my mouth were stained with juice. We didn't mind, we just enjoyed the sweetness and happiness that the wild fruits brought us. .

Autumn has passed, and the wild fruits are gone, but the sweet juice is always unforgettable for us. The scene of picking wild fruits is like a beautiful ink painting, deeply imprinted in my heart. Childhood Ink Painting Article 5

On a sunny afternoon, several naughty and cute children walked to the edge of the mountain carrying small buckets, a fishing rod, and a roll of blankets. Next to the creek, they began their "fishing trip".

A boy put the blanket on the ground, opened the bucket wrapped in a bag, placed it by the stream, and called a few other friends to start fishing. The remaining children were walking around and looking at the scenery.

Look, some willow trees on the shore, blown by the breeze, dipped their willow branches into the water and swayed, as if to see how beautiful they were. The lovely mountain stream is so green, as green as a jasper belt; it is so quiet, as quiet as a big mirror; it is also so clear, so clear that you can see the small fish and shrimps playing in the water. On the other side, several "anglers" have already arrived. An older child suggested: "We have to make something small to use as bait to lure fish to the bait." "Luring 'ears'? Are we using our ears to lure fish to the bait?" A child who looked five or six years old asked innocently. At this question, all the children bent over with laughter. After the explanation, the child immediately got into the bush, caught an earthworm, and threaded it on the fishhook. Everyone is holding fishing rods, looking forward to the little fish taking the bait. After a while, several children became impatient: "What kind of bait is this? It's been 15 minutes and I haven't even seen a fish!" The other children still held the fishing rods and waited patiently. After a while, the pole moved, and everyone's eyes quickly lit up. With a sudden flick - "snap" - the fish was thrown to the grass. Everyone looked at the fish being thrown out and laughed. Childhood Ink Painting Essay 6

"Crack——" The door of the vegetable garden opened, and we children took advantage of our parents to go out, carrying our own vegetable baskets to play in the vegetable garden planted by our parents. . Mimosa was so frightened that she quickly covered her face with leaves. A few of us had great fun in the garden. We picked a tomato, which was sour and sweet. It was so delicious. A butterfly flew over, and we dropped the tomato and chased the butterfly. When we got tired of chasing, we lay down on the grass next to us and looked at the white clouds floating in the sky. They seemed to be smiling at us. Before we knew it, we fell asleep. It wasn't until dusk when everyone came back from work that they found us in a hurry in the vegetable garden.

My childhood is gone forever, and all that is left to me is the innocence and joy of childhood. All I can do is bury them one by one in my heart. Childhood Ink Painting Essay Part 7

Childhood is like an ink painting, so pure, beautiful, colorful and clear.

Catching stones, throwing handkerchiefs, turning ropes, glass marbles, rolling hoops...these game materials are simple and easy to obtain, not restricted by the venue, but full of fun.

I don’t know who takes the lead. Throughout the year, the children invariably change the theme of the games with the seasons.

It’s June, summer vacation hasn’t started yet, and the weather has just become a little hot.

On the way out of school, the naughty boys were like a group of ducks, flapping their wings and jumping into the harbor branch one after another, playing to their heart's content.

Not good! The principal rode his dilapidated 28-model bicycle and arrived in front of the children in a blink of an eye from around the corner.

With one sudden move, all the children plunged into the water and disappeared.

But not long after, I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and came out of the water one after another, but the principal was still standing there!

Of course, reprimands and punishments from parents are indispensable when returning home, because the principal has already "complained" door to door.

Brother Fu, the barber who walks through the villages and alleys, although he has a kind smile on his face, he is the person I am most afraid of meeting.

Although he is forty or fifty years old, he is lower than me, so I can only call him Brother Fu.

His haircut does not feel clean; the comb is hard, which makes the scalp hurt when combing the hair; the clippers are also old-fashioned and often bite the hair.

If it weren’t for my mother’s coaxing and yelling, and holding a small stick, I wouldn’t have let Brother Fu give me a haircut, and it would have also delayed my time to play.

Summer vacation is finally here. The sky is very blue and the white clouds seem to be very cute. I got up at 5:30 in the morning. After helping my mother with her work, I immediately ran to Xiaoyong's house and started fighting happily on the chessboard with him.

Near noon, I heard my name ringing through the sky. It turned out to be my mother’s loud “soprano” calling me home for dinner.

I deliberately pretended not to hear, and after shouting about seven or eight times, I heard the lingering sound of my mother cursing.

After about two hours, I felt hungry, so I better go home. My mother had already put the food in the pot and kept it warm. My heart suddenly felt so warm. My mother knows me best!

In the vegetable garden, a hedgehog actually ran out; in autumn, I would take my two domestic dogs, Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai, to catch hares in the wheat field, but there was not a single one. Caught...

Time flies by and my hometown is no longer the original scenery. My childhood friends, where are you? Childhood Ink Painting Essay Part 8

It was quiet on the mountain, without any sound. The bird is lying on the nest and is motionless; the puppy is lying under the tree and is motionless; the insects are lying on the leaves and motionless. They are all slowly entering in this quiet and harmonious environment with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Falling asleep... The stream is as calm as a green jade belt, the shadows of the children fishing next to it are also dyed green, and the weeping willows in the west are combing their hair quietly. There is a red dragonfly standing on the child's fishing rod.

The fishing children held the fishing pole motionless and did not make any sound, as if the sound of a needle falling could be clearly heard. One minute passed, ten minutes passed, half an hour passed... He didn't move at all. I saw his eyes fixed on the fishing rod and his brows furrowed.

Suddenly there were waves on the water, the fishing rod began to shake, and a fish took the bait! The child hurriedly stood up, concentrated all his strength on his hands, and swung it hard, only to see a fish shining silver under the sun being thrown out by him, with water splashing everywhere, and the original quiet environment was broken. Birds flew out of their nests, chirping; puppies ran out from under the trees, barking; insects flew away from the leaves, buzzing incessantly, and the stream rippled. There were ripples, and the branches of the weeping willows kept swaying... everything became lively.

The child caught the lively fish on the grass, his face showed the joy of harvest, and he made a sound. The laughter started one after another. Ah, it was so lively! Childhood Ink Painting Article 9

The children took off their shoes and walked down the river. They waved their little hands and played in the water like a group of ducks.

He slapped the water hard, and the water splashed on my face. He immediately turned around. I quietly picked up the water, and with a "swish" sound, the water just poured on his head and washed his head.

"Haha..." Everyone laughed.

I thought: There is no way to mess with me.

He suddenly said: "How dare you laugh. My uncle, I want you to walk around without being able to eat. "

He originally wanted to fight back, but unexpectedly, his foot slipped and his body tilted, soaking a sister standing next to me. Now he has another "enemy". I We agreed with the sister that when he got up, we would splash him with water.

After a while, he slowly got up, and the others burst into laughter when they saw that half of his body was covered with dirt. But my sister and I made eye contact and prepared to launch. I poured water on him with the greatest strength and fastest speed. I saw him suddenly bow at 90 degrees and said: " Two heroes, spare your life, spare your life! "I stopped splashing water and asked him: "Aren't you very strong? "

His mind was spinning very fast, and he even found a step for himself to climb down: "A man, you can bend and stretch! "

Suddenly, a child got into the water. When he came out of the water, there was a splash of water, revealing two pairs of tiger teeth. Just when we diverted our attention, he disappeared... Childhood Ink Painting Article 10

The weather was sunny, and the sun shone on my face, which was hot and stinging.

I came to the pool, put on my swimsuit, put on my glasses, everything was ready and ready to get in the water!

Three minutes later, I was still standing on the escalator of the swimming pool. No matter how my friends tried to persuade me, I didn’t dare to go down. What if I go down and get flooded? What if the splash gets into my eyes? What if you choke while holding your breath? A series of questions were lingering in my mind, but watching them play, I really wanted to join in, so I mustered up the courage to put my feet into the water. When my feet were firm, I was half floating in the water. On the water. Yo! It’s quite simple! I'm so ashamed of my cowardice.

Next, there is a breath-holding competition. My teammates shouted to me to come on, so I worked hard, took a deep breath, and got into the water! 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... Wow, I came out of the water and took a big breath. In the end, my score was 35.0 seconds, which was more than ten seconds longer than the opponent! Because of this, I began to feel less scared, and instead felt a little proud!

"Chi!" Who poured a handful of water behind me. When I looked back, everyone was having a splashing battle! I also joined their team, you splashed me and I had a great time.

The sun sets in the west, and it’s time to go home. The other children have left, but I am still standing by the pool recalling the scene of playing... Childhood Ink Painting Article 11

Childhood is a beautiful song, the joyful laughter coming from the flowers, and a memory of playing and playing in the stream...

By the stream, there are many trees growing. Green grass. The stream is very quiet, as quiet as a mirror; the stream is very green, as green as a piece of jasper. The willow tree by the stream swayed with graceful figures, swaying its long smooth emerald hair, admiring its own beauty in front of the "mirror". Suddenly, the laughter of a group of children broke the silence here. The children were running and playing by the stream, and from time to time they would sit on the bank, slapping the water with their little feet. Their pants and skirts were covered with splashes of water. The shadows of the weeping willows and the smiling faces of the children were shattered, leaving behind a pool of water splashes. The children got tired of playing and started fishing by the stream. Silence returned to the stream, and the children stared blankly at the fishing rod. They were so focused that they didn't even notice a red dragonfly flying over and standing on the fishing rod. Suddenly, the fish took the bait, and with a "crash", a fish jumped out of the water. The shadows of the children were shattered, and the fish and the children's cheers danced on the grass.

What a beautiful scene! What a beautiful ink painting! Childhood Ink Painting Article 12

Childhood is an ink painting. Childhood is the spring of laughter and laughter. Childhood is a game of catch-up.

After school, I was surprised to find that my Chinese books were missing. I rummaged through my school bag but couldn't find it. When I went to bed later, I lay on the bed and thought about it, and I guessed that the book might have been left at school.

The next day, I went to school early in the morning. I rummaged through the seats and classrooms but couldn't find the Chinese language books. Before taking Chinese class, I could only beg my deskmate to let me read a Chinese book with him. My deskmate is a relatively introverted person. In the end, he couldn't stand my persistence. After glaring at me, he reluctantly moved the Chinese book over and asked me to read it with him.

After class, we do homework together. My deskmate’s Chinese book fell to the ground, and I hurriedly bent down to help him pick it up. When I picked up the Chinese language book, I found "Chen Qirui" written in the book. It turns out that the Chinese book I begged to read with him was mine.

I wonder if he took my book as a prank? Then I thought again, if he deliberately collected books, why did he agree to lend me Chinese to read together?

I held the Chinese language book in my hand and asked him: "Whose book is this?" He said definitely: "Mine." I turned the name over to him, and he was surprised. He hesitated and said: "This, this. Actually, where is my book?"

We both said in unison, laughing.

From then on, we became good friends.

In childhood, I still had a lot of happiness, hidden in the hide-and-seek game.

I remember one time, the hide-and-seek game was very interesting and funny. A playmate who had never been a "cat" finally became a cat for once and could be like the famous detective Ke?{. My classmates and I were scattered in every corner of the school. One hid behind the door of the classroom; one hid in the bushes on the playground; I also hid in the bushes; and there was another one who ran so fast that I didn’t know where he was hiding. The class bell rang and we all took our seats. However, there was another classmate who never returned to his seat. This made us anxious to look for him everywhere.

The last classmate who entered the classroom said that someone fell asleep in the men's room and was still drooling. We looked at each other and smiled. The head teacher criticized us in the whole class and said that we are not allowed to play hide and seek in school in the future.

Childhood is the poetic and happy growth, childhood is the laughter of running around. Childhood Ink Painting Essay Chapter 13

I can’t hear the noise of vehicles on the road, no matter how loud the street radio is. The pages of the book were turned gently on his knees, and there was an indelible smile on his lips. The sun creeps up from the toes to the knees, and I also think about the "black whirlwind" water battle and "white stripes in the waves".

The weeping willows use the stream as a dressing mirror, and the mountain stream is as calm as a green jade belt. The figure was dyed green in the stream, and a red dragonfly stood on the fishing rod. Suddenly there was a thump and the figure shattered, and there were fish and laughter jumping on the grass.

Like a flock of ducks that have just taken to the water, they flap their wings and play in the water. Pairs of small hands stirred the waves, making me laugh. The "water hyacinth" suddenly dived into the water, and when it came out of the water, there was only a splash of water and two pairs of tiger teeth.

Appreciation: In the first section, the children reading Water Margin are so focused. The author ignores the noise of vehicles and radios and has no idea that time has passed quietly, which highlights the children's concentration and forms a sharp contrast. In the second stanza, the rhetorical techniques of personification and metaphor are used. Children fishing are so happy.

The moment the fish took the bait, the silence was immediately broken. The stream moved, the human figure was broken, and the fish jumped for joy. In a few words, the image of a modern fishing child was outlined. In the third section, the children are compared to a group of ducks, splashing and splashing with each other in the water. During this play, a child got into the water and disappeared. Suddenly, there was a splash of water, and he appeared, smiling naughtily. .

The whole poem captures scenes of children's lives and expresses the happiness of children's childhood.