Recall seven compositions from the first day of childhood.

In real life or work and study, many people have had the experience of writing compositions, which can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions and college compositions (papers). I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. Next, I will bring you an essay recalling the first day of childhood. I hope you like it!

Recalling the composition of the first day of childhood 1

I don't know if you still remember learning 1+ 1=2 for the first time and writing "I love you and him" in Tian Zi. That is us, a new generation curious about school, curious about knowledge and full of illusions about the unknown world. Books are indeed an ocean of knowledge, and there is no end to learning. Through books, we learned a lot about science and technology, history, literature and great men. It was from books that we first learned about Marx, Engels, Sun Yat-sen and even Chairman Mao. It was under the guidance of the teacher that we learned to write our own names for the first time. We are very proud to see our names written in pencil like earthworms. When we got home, we announced loudly to our parents and grandparents: "I am no longer illiterate, at least I can write my own name."

Primary school has created too many firsts for us. The first time I slept in class, I was criticized by the teacher for the first time, praised by the teacher for the first time, won the "three good students" on the podium for the first time, the first time ... the first time ... countless firsts happened in the happy time of primary school. Experienced elementary school-junior high school-high school-university. If these four intervals are the horizontal axis and my happiness index is the vertical axis, it will be a decreasing curve. The older people get, the more unhappy they are, and the more worrying they are. I really hope to keep a childlike smile forever and keep childlike innocence.

I won too much glory in primary school. Teachers' preference and classmates' admiration make me feel really "excellent". Because I have a soft spot for mathematics since I was a child, I have a special feeling for numbers, so many final exams in mathematics are full marks. My head teacher (actually our math teacher) pays special attention to me, and several of my good friends even praise me, often saying that I will take the Tsinghua Peking University exam in the future. In retrospect, the road of my childhood was peaceful, and there were no thorns or even small thorns along the way. In fact, it is harmful to my future growth. People who have not experienced hardships do not know the taste of failure and how to maintain that persistent strength. When setbacks came, I was at my wit's end. Let him bomb and explode and disappear in an instant. That's what people do. You can't just sit back and watch the sky. Can't live too smoothly. You should have a sense of urgency. You are not the best. There are mountains outside the mountain, one mountain is high and the other is low.

Seeing that I have accomplished nothing now, all I can do is to find back my persistent strength and self-confidence when I was young. I hope self-confidence still exists in the world. The moment you see me, it can recognize me, and it still belongs to me.

Remembering the second composition of the first day of childhood

Childhood is an ocean of joy. On the seashore of memory, there are countless shells, some of which are gloomy and evoke a sad past; There are many wonderful stories about the poet's childhood. I look for beautiful shells in the ocean of memory.

"Yes!" I hopped on the bus, ready to go to the destination-West Lake. Grandma has just arrived in Hangzhou, and we are going to show her around.

Along the way, I excitedly introduced my grandmother to the top ten scenic spots in the West Lake. It's twelve o'clock. We went to eat and continue to play.

Unexpectedly, while waiting for the tour bus, it rained cats and dogs. Bean-sized raindrops fell naughtily from the sky, and we hurried to the eaves to hide from the rain. Seeing the downpour, I couldn't help reaching for water. Water slipped into my palm along my crooked fingers, smooth and soft, and fell into my palm like jelly.

As soon as I let go, the rain fell from my palm and hit the ground with a bang, splashing a lot. My pants are clean one second and wet the next. It was really uncomfortable for my pants to stick to my legs, so I rolled up my wet pants. As a result, the naughty rain ran out when I rolled my pants and landed on my beautiful little shoes.

My little feet are soaked, too. Fortunately, I'm wearing sandals. Now that I'm all wet, I have nothing to worry about. I played the game of treading water under the touch of my mother.

It rained for a long time, and many small puddles appeared on the ground. I stepped on the water and watched the water splash. I feel beautiful. Jump left and right, very happy! At that time, I was really carefree and unrestrained. My mother looked at me with a happy face and refrained from scolding me. I paddled with my feet in the water again, and layers of colorful ripples appeared on the water. I paused, and then kept moving, rippling and colorful.

Soon, dad came and took us back.

I will never do such a stupid thing again, and the fun of childhood will never go back. These will always become shells, hidden in my heart.

Recalling the composition of the first day of childhood 3

Childhood is like a colorful box, full of candy, happiness and laughter. In retrospect, everything is like a crystal pearl, like a beautiful and dazzling necklace, flashing in the long river of my memory.

I remember it was a sunny day and I went shopping with my mother-in-law. Buy Goubuli steamed stuffed bun! Four dollars a cage, come and buy it! Another sharp selling sound came to my ears. Grandma, grandma, I want to try, okay? I pulled my mother-in-law's skirt and looked at her expectantly. My mother-in-law agreed without saying anything. After buying it, I stayed away from steamed buns. God knows, I bought it for dogs. I came home in high spirits and pretended to say; It stinks! No wonder the dog ignored it!

In fact, everything I smell is not bad! I said to Laner: Laner Dog, I bought you steamed bread. Come and eat! I thought it would walk away without smelling it and ignore the steamed stuffed bun. However, the result is much bigger than I expected. Laner looked at me with a full face of excitement, wagging her small tail, flying like an arrow in front of the steamed stuffed bun and wolfing it down.

I didn't understand, so I said angrily, hum! Lie to me! What dog ignores it! Dogs obviously eat, which is nothing! Hearing this, the mother-in-law thought it was something. It turned out to be for steamed buns. She quickly explained to me: well, well, steamed stuffed bun is not really ignored by dogs. Just a name. I blushed and suddenly realized.

Childhood is like sand on the beach. Pick any one and you'll have a story. I feel brand-new every time I watch it.

Recall the composition of the first day of childhood 4

My childhood was spent in my beautiful hometown of Meizhou, which is surrounded by mountains, with a crystal clear river in the middle, surrounded by green vegetables and fresh fruits ... that was my childhood activity room, my favorite place, and there was endless happiness in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Whenever the morning approaches us slowly, I will follow my cousin and adults to the farmland to water and fertilize the plants. This is a very fun thing for me. When I am watering, I often chase and fight with my cousin in the fields, leaving small footprints on the wet soil, which has become one of the scenery here.

It's almost noon. After a busy morning, we finally watered the farmland. Looking at the moist and fertile land, everyone smiled happily. At this time, the fiery red sun hangs in the distant horizon, and the fierce sunshine shines on each of us. My cousin and I couldn't stand the fierce sunshine, so we went to the clear river and enjoyed the cool under the big tree. We often throw small stones picked up on the road into the water. The spray came out at once, impartial, and hit us right on the spot. Cool water hits our faces, which is very cool. The ripples caused by small stones go round and round, and gradually flow to the distant horizon. We kept throwing pebbles and were hit in the face by the river again and again, which was as cool and comfortable as taking a bath.

Whenever night comes, a bright full moon hangs on the horizon, and countless little stars blink and stare at the earth affectionately. At this time, we should eat fruit. Our family surrounded a big circle and quietly tasted the watermelon planted by grandpa. Watermelon is big and round, sweet and beautiful, cold and cold, and we are getting comfortable when we are tired. The fatigue slowly dissipated and gradually disappeared.

There are many sweet memories in my childhood, which have gradually become my favorite childhood memories.

Recalling the composition of the first day of childhood 5

Time flies, I look back at the ignorant youth in the lush years. I really feel that childhood is like a dream, with sweetness and longing; Childhood is like playing hide and seek. If you are not careful, you will lose track of her. Childhood is the best time in life! Childhood, pure as water, unconsciously, she slipped away.

The hourglass of time flows slowly under the clock of memory. Accompanied by the nursery rhyme "One, two, one, go to the street, buy a schoolbag, buy a pencil, go to school and be the first in the exam", I went through my childhood. That nursery rhyme is the footprint of my childhood. "Waiting for class, waiting for school, waiting for the childhood of games ... looking forward to holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growing up ...", Tayu Lo's "Childhood" really sang in my heart. Every time I sing this song, childhood games emerge from the ocean of memories.

"20, 19, 18 ...3, 2, 1, I'm finished, I want to catch cats! "This is one of the hide-and-seek games that our children often play. We all call it hide-and-seek This game needs to choose a loser as a cat catcher with scissors, stone and cloth, count where we can't see it, and the rest will find a hidden place to hide. The first person to be found is the loser in the next round. In this cycle, we enjoy it.

The wings of memory flew back to the hide-and-seek experience, and I hid in a vat full of food. It was early spring, the little cotton-padded jacket was still there, the weather was a little cold, but the jar was warm, and I could not help secretly enjoying the footsteps of friends from far and near. Unconsciously, there was no sound outside, and I fell asleep unconsciously. When I woke up, it was the time when my mother found me. When I got home, I was inevitably given a "stewed fish with dry wood". But my heart is extremely satisfied. Later, I learned that my friend was afraid that I would get lost. Looking for a period of time, still can't see me, so I have to bow my head to find my mother. ...

But the strange thing is that no matter where I hide, no matter how deep I hide, my mother can always find me accurately. For a time, I even wondered nervously whether my mother was possessed by a kind of "super power". Perhaps this is the so-called "mother and daughter holding a thread"! Oh, my childhood has been hidden in my mother's heart, only my mother can find it, just as I hid it cleverly at that time, and it will eventually be found by my mother.

Time flies, the footsteps of childhood are getting farther and farther, and the rest may be just memories, but the memories of childhood are enough for us to cherish. Let's take these memories to the next stage of our life journey, wave freely to our childhood and say goodbye!

Recalling the composition of the first day of childhood 6

Childhood is my most unforgettable and happiest day. Whenever I recall what happened at that time, I will laugh to tears. One of them is still fresh in my memory.

That year, I was in the second grade of primary school, and my grades were always average. I ate everything for this poor grade, but it was useless. One day, I walked up to my father in frustration and asked him in distress, "Dad, why don't my grades always improve?" Dad looked at the newspaper and said, "Drink more ink." Drink ink? I was stunned first, and then I believed it. No wonder dad threw so many ink boxes the other day. Wow! Dad really drinks ink!

So I made up my mind to drink ink, but I didn't dare to drink it in front of my father, for fear that my father would feel bad about ink. On this day, it happened that my parents were not at home. I sneaked into my father's study, rummaged around and finally found a bottle of ink. I'll smell it with my nose first. It smells good. Looks like blueberry. I stick out my tongue and added it. There is a strange smell that I can't say, but it tastes ok. In order to study, fight! I drank a bottle of black ink in one breath. I think: this time I am also a man with ink. I went back to my room, took out the questions I couldn't write, waved my hand, looked at the questions and began to do them. But I racked my brains and couldn't figure out the answer, but I obviously drank ink! Did I drink too little? I went to the study again and drank three bottles of ink. I am a talented person this time. My mind is full of ink.

At this moment, the door opened and dad came back. I packed my bags in a hurry. When dad came in, I found nothing, but I smiled at him. He smiled when he saw that my teeth were black. After laughing for a few minutes, my father said to me with a serious face: "Daughter, my father said that drinking ink is not really drinking, but studying hard, working hard and being diligent. Don't be playful, listen to the class carefully and complete the tasks assigned by the teacher seriously. " After listening to my father, I made up my mind to study hard.

Soon after, my grades really improved. Holding that satisfactory test paper, my heart is full of joy.

Recalling the composition of the first day of childhood 7

Childhood is like an ink painting, the most splendid fireworks in our life, a bright lamp suddenly lit in the darkness, a boat in the Wang Yang, an innocent time that can never be found, and a story that evokes people's lives. My childhood memory is simple, simple, naive, but beautiful.

I remember when I was four or five years old, I once did a big stupid thing. That day, my mother and I went to the river to wash clothes. Suddenly, a beautiful shadow flashed before my eyes. It turned out to be a fish. I was so excited when I saw it that I forgot my last name long ago. I rolled up my sleeves and trouser legs and walked carefully in the water, for fear of disturbing the fish in the water, and crept close to the fish. Pick up the bucket floating on the water, scoop it hard and scoop up a big bucket of fish. Pick up one, walk up to my mother and show off my glorious deeds in front of her. But she just smiled and didn't say much.

I thought she was too lazy to talk to me, so she ran away to play by herself. Suddenly I remembered my father's words-"As you sow, you reap." So I thought, "these small fish are really beautiful. If they are planted in the ground, they will certainly grow more small fish." From the beginning, I started to act. A few days later, I went to "harvest". Not only did the small fish not grow, but even the seeds were gone. I was so anxious that I sat on the ground and burst into tears. This is when my mother heard the voice and asked me why, so I told my mother what happened. But she burst out laughing.

Childhood is fleeting, but the simplicity and simplicity of children, like a bright light in the dark, always warms everyone's heart.