导语：童年是田垄阡陌里流淌的小渠，在麦苗破土而出的暮春里，载着心爱的纸船把梦想流淌延伸；以下是小编整理高中童年趣事作文的资料，欢迎阅读参考。
Childhood, like water, is gone forever, but the interesting childhood memories will never be forgotten.
Remember one afternoon when I was seven, I a person sitting on the sofa reading a book, in the "little magic" this book I see an interesting game: with sharpened soap, can draw the "crack" on the mirror. I also want to experiment and scare my parents.
Then dad came back. He listened to his mother, looked at the mirror carefully, then turned back, then laughed. "What are you laughing at? I asked. "You little rogue, you have a lot of ideas, and your mother has been cheated." "Dad said. I had to be honest with you when I saw the truth. My mother smiled as she listened and gave me a gentle twist on my cheek and said I was naughty. I asked dad, "how did you see the truth?" Father said, "you only know painting line like a rift with soap, can you don't know if the mirror is broken, can according to the portrait is stagger, I took a few times mirror, as is normal. Remember this principle, don't be naughty any more.
I was so naughty when I was a child, and now I grow up, and when I think about it, I can't help laughing.
童年记忆的作文2Childhood is a mystery, the beginning of chaos, young and undramatic. Look back on that childhood, how much laughter, how much innocence. Those childhood memories that warm your heart.
Another thing happened during the winter vacation in the first grade. I was not careful because I played all day, and my grades were not satisfactory. His parents said, you look at other people's children all day play with you all the way, the examination can test good, that's because somebody else is a kung fu, which be like you, a day to play, has not serious study, multiple point ink you end is good in your stomach. I hear, the ink is in my stomach? Quickly come to my study, open an inkpot, all drink down. Parents see my exception into a study, like to rush and find I'm HeMoShui, hence yell, you stem what, spit it out, I follow my parents talk spit it out, resentment, not you call me much point ink in the belly, how don't allow me to drink again. The parents laughed, and the ink stood for knowledge, which meant that you learned more, and that your child did not think, and this was poisonous.
Childhood is a bit in the heart of a corner of the room, and every time I think back, there are more smiles on the face.
童年记忆的作文3When I was a child, I could look into the sun and see the small things. This is the first piece of classical Chinese literature that I learned in junior high school, which is called "tong qu", and now I still remember yuxin, which is really valuable.
I remember a lot of interesting things happened in my childhood. I remember once I caught fish in the river with my classmates.
It was a sunny morning, and my classmates and I caught fish in the stream across from the school. The water in the river was not deep enough for our knees. We copy to copy to put the fish in the river to scare away, we stretch out our hands felt around in the river, from time to time can try to have fish from my fingers across, the slippery feel now remember. We spent half a day also did not catch fish in the river, we all lost interest, to finally I took head first caught a, this time inspired their will to fight, go crazy felt around in the river, at that time I didn't know what they are go luck had caught fish. Now I can't figure out that their luck is not "covered".
This is an interesting thing that I experienced when I was a child. It is my precious memory. I will take it with me. When I am old, I will think of the time when I was young and young.
童年记忆的'作文4Each person has his own childhood, the childhood thing is often full of youthful interest, the aftertaste is endless. There is one thing I still remember vividly.
It's been five or six years since I was five years old. I love to eat shrimp very much. Every Saturday weekend, my mother always makes one or two shrimp for me. Every time I eat it with relish, and mom? Every time he eats the bitter shrimp, he always gives me the delicious shrimp. Because I was young, I always thought my mother liked to eat prawns. Then a funny and childish thing happened.
"Oh? What is it? Mother said as gently as usual.
"Go outside and tell you." My mysterious wink.
Outside, I let my mother close your eyes, and said, "3, 2, 1", when I use the hand holding the three dry shrimp head, mother laughed, I seemed to feel the mother's smile is not sweet, smile very reluctantly, very embarrassed, eyes seemed to flash with a trace of tears. She kissed me and stroked my head and said, "silly child, how can mom love prawns?" Then, with a gentle voice, "thank you!" I listened to, like the understanding of the smile, puzzled look at mother, mother since do not like to eat shrimp head, but why every time...
When I grow up, I gradually become sensible, and when I think of it, I feel funny and guilty about my childish behavior. I deeply feel my mother's love to me, I also love mother more!
童年记忆的作文5I spent my summer vacation in my hometown in guangdong. At that time, in the small square not far away from my home, there were people in the opera, and the elderly were mostly elderly. Our siblings because have nothing to do with the neighbor's a few children also went to, the theatre, in fact, most of the time is for those elder brother elder sister to sell Popsicle, oneself also have "chan addiction", by the way. The weather was dull and hot at the end of July, and we were wiping the sweat from our brow. The small square is crowded with people. Both men and women, young and old, are waiting for the play to begin.
Gradually, the play comes to an end, which is the climax of the period -- the question of Chen shimei. At this moment, all the people are silent, staring at the stage, we children are no exception, as if afraid of missing this important stage. The noise of the token thrown down by the officer, the sound of an unusually clear sound, was gripping everyone's heartstrings. At this moment, the executioner wielded a large knife, and the silver light flashed through my eyes, followed by the terrible scream of Chen shimei, and then the curtain went up.
So far, that scene has often come to my mind...
童年记忆的作文6When I was six years old, I lived in a country grandma's home. There are so many lovely little animals in the huge courtyard. Among them, my favorite is a small donkey, a suit of black hair is not very smooth, like that, a pair of big, pointy ears upright, stare big eyes of black grapes, wide white die chewing up hay, rub moves from left to right, four raven hoof to walk with rhythm, the beat of dry land, beep audible beep click straight ring, also dragged behind a thick braid tail like, very likeable.
Who knows that I haven't opened my mouth, my mother is surprised to stare big eyes, leng for a long time, then suddenly belly laugh. I am two I stood in front of the mirror in a fog, I really didn't know what to do. I didn't know when the hair on my left was missing. "What the hell is going on here? My mother looked at me, and asked me, in an angry, funny way. So I stammered and told me how the donkey ate the grass. "No wonder," said my mother, knocking on my little head. "you must have your hair down in the hay, and let the donkey eat it?" . I suddenly realized: "no wonder I was watching a donkey eating grass, my head felt a pain, and I saw a black line on the teeth of the donkey!" . Mother said helplessly: "forget, the hair also can't catch up, you first so stay, eat a fall, grow wise, don't be so silly again later". I listened to my mother's words and looked at myself in the mirror, thinking about what I had done, and I couldn't help laughing.
This is my colorful childhood, it is the first step of my life, the first step of growth and progress, the first site of the journey of the future. Childhood is my happiest time.
童年记忆的作文7On a hot afternoon, the sky the enormous fireball will last in the human body strength is evaporated. Dad is no exception, he lay on the sofa and command me: "son, to help your father get the lighters." I thought to myself, "hen don't lack food tonight, my home dozen do hen" go!" What are you doing there? "my father looked at me with a sharp look. I was surprised, and I was in a hurry to get to the back yard.
Has been, I carry my stick panted heavily as he ran to her daddy, I'm still pretended to look, say with smile: "dad, this kind of low-level tasks also let me to do, it's anti-aircraft gun fight mosquitoes - overqualified!" Then he laughed, dad looked at me hands down in the dumps, stare big eyes: "how about lighters lighters into a hen" I solemnly replied: "because of my family didn't have a Turkey, so I only take the hen who sucks!" Dad was even angrier. "I'm going to smoke a cigarette lighter! It's not for you to beat the hen! I'm really defeated by you!"
"It's not the first time. What's the fuss?"
"Alas! We can only eat chicken tonight."
I can't help thinking about it now. I know from this incident that I need to listen clearly and do it again, otherwise I will make a big joke!
童年记忆的作文8Some people say that childhood is a sky, waiting for you to use soaring wings to adorn, also some people say childhood a sketch paper waiting for you to use the heart of the brush to depict. As time goes by, the golden dream of childhood is gone. Now, close the eyes of the golden dream of childhood. As if I resound in the golden dream of my childhood.
The sound of spring, the rain of summer, the fruit of autumn, the frost of winter. I have experienced how many ups and downs of spring and autumn, let the long season with my childhood and happy.
The sound of spring, my friends and I play on the river bank. For there is the sound of joyful water, the song of the birds, and the joyful laughter without sorrow. There we were like a bird locked in a cage, and suddenly free and free, in the spring's footsteps, on the wide beach, the best place to fly was a kite. Remember once we flew a kite, the kite flew high and high like an eagle. Suddenly the line broke and we jumped like a rabbit. We didn't know what to do. Looking at the distant kite, our hearts also seem to be taken away by him, maybe he will take our dreams to the success of the distance. It's gone. Spring has gone. Summer followed.
Summer rain, summer rain like father to me love, although strict, but can tolerate, the summer rain is turbulent. No mercy. The rain beat on the faces like needles. I remember one time I was in the sun, the hot summer made me very uncomfortable, suddenly the sky sank down, my father said "fast wheat" suddenly there was a heavy rain. The big rain fell on my body, and though I was comfortable, the wheat in my house was damaged. The water in the street didn't cross the foot. Looking at the heavy rain, I cried happily, but my father sighed the harvest of the year, the rain washed my heart, and let me understand the love of the father. The summer is gone. Autumn followed.
The fruit of autumn. Autumn is the harvest season, autumn is the season of fruits, in elementary school, the school early in the afternoon, we discuss several friend to go to the beach to steal to eat fruit, we in the floodplain have melon peaches, apricots, sweet potatoes, apples. He slipped into the orchard after school. Conveniently picked a peach, you heard someone say behind "stem what, whose children", heard the sound we run, a place where we have to steal to eat, childhood is our these "thief" in the world, carefree. The autumn has passed quietly. Winter follows
The frost of winter, my hometown is very cold in the winter, the temperature is very low, our hands are frost crack lines gap is really want to god for our punishment, this is I remembered that I fall did bad things, ah! People shout. Never do something bad or you will be punished. In winter I can only live in pain, in hibernation, when the firecracker sounds, spring is in my side.
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