童年的记忆英语作文8篇文档格式.docx

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　　Anothertime,XuHanandItookalittlecabbagefrommygardentothedownstairs,everydaywateringit,butitisdying,didnotexpectthatoneday,XuHanandIsawalittleboyinthedishnexttotheconvenience,weareveryangry,didnotexpectafewdayslater,Chinesecabbagewasgrownup,wefeltsohappy,thankstothelittleboy.

　　Alotoffuninmychildhood,itmademychildhoodworldbeautifulandmoving.

　　Thelifeofchildhoodisveryinteresting,becauseatthattimeyoungandignorant,strongcuriosity,donealotofsillythings,alotofjokes.

　　ThatisIonthesecondgradewhen,inthecampusandmybuddyhide.Thenwehavetohide,Ican'

tfindmypartnertomake,Ihideinthewalloutsidetheschool,atthatmomentIaidentallyfelldown,droppedeightwhiteteeth.Icried,untiltheteacherheardmeinthehospital.YousayhowchildishIwasinmychildhood.Naughty.

　　Inotonlynaughty,butverycrazy,attheageofseveninthesummerofthatyear,Iandseveralbuddyheldafanclub,Iwasanervousdisease,Ihavehairunbrushed,thenmymotherpaintedwiththegoodsallpaintedontheface,tookthemicrophonetosingtwotigersathome.Ihavebeenwatchingpassersbysmile,IalsohaveastheythinkIsingverywellandrandowntoshakehands,andtheydon'

tcare,Idon'

tsliponabananapeel,puttheoldbagintoalargeredmeatbun,didnotfeelwhatpain,butIuseahandtotouch,painIsatonthegroundraiseahueandcry.It'

sreallyfunnytothinkaboutitnow.

　　Iwasnaiveandnaiveinmychildhood,andthethingsofchildhoodwereinterestingandfunny,andtheyalwaysarousedmyendlessmemories.

　　"

Peopleinthehiddenfragrance,dreamacrosstheCoralSea"

--Preface

　　Thebricktilesbeforeyoupromise:

evenapart,alsomisseachother.

　　Infrontofthecarousel,youlaugh:

evenifthelifetimeresidualdecadent,smileandrotation.

　　Now,Imissandholdmyheadinthetracesoftime.Ican'

thelplettingtearswetmyeyes.Youneverletmecry,becauseyoulovetolaugh,youcantellyourlaughtertokeepyouthfulforever,soyoucanlaughunnaturallyandlaughunbridled.AreyoustilllaughingontheothersideofBiwaKo?

Isitstillsounrestrainedandunrestrainedtolaugh?

Iwouldliketoengravedinmyheartthesmileofyoursmile,andletmerememberyouwhenIamsad,andthenlaugh.

　　Doyouremembertheoldbuildingthatwewalkedtogether?

That'

sthequietestcorneroftheworld,yousay.Wekeeplaughterandsorrowinit.NowIpickupitandputitinmyhand,gentlytouchingitsfragilecrystalshell,whichiscondensedbytears.Theyellowleavesinthewinddance,butcouldnotseetheleafthatisbeautifulyou.

　　Thelivelymelodyfloatedin,fromthecarouselfromsorrow.

　　Thegoldenfootprintsofchildhood,intherotationofthefleeting,theinvariableTrojanhorse,thechildishpanionyouonthesideofthehorizon,isitOK?

　　Irepeatonthememoryfootprint,tomakeitdeepinhere,Missragingtide,floodedaliltleftupintheairofsadness,sobbing.

Buildingawind,sunshadesofred"

　　Whohaveyougotmypicture,likeinkthickturnpalepaperpainting,youhavebeenhiddenfromtheinkydepths.IusedtowriteXingkaiinscription,tearsreflectedmissesyou,hidingintheremotestcornersoftheglobetoyou,Igiveuptheendofthegame,please?

　　Thewindbellofchildhoodisverygood.Thewindblows,withatraceofsadness.Childhoodisapieceofcloth,thelanternisriotouswithcolour;

childhood,childhoodisaresplendentwithvariegatedcoloration;

Campanula,tinkling.

　　Onthisday,Ilayonthewindowsill,lookingupatthesky,lookingatthesceneryoutsidethewindow.Isawthechildrenplayingdownstairs,playing,running,cannothelpbutsmile,tinklingvoicesounded.

　　Inthelongriverofmemory,Ifoundthedoorcalledchildhood,awaveofhand,thelongmemoryofmemoryagainactive.WhenIwasyoung,myfriendsandIoftengatheredtogethertoplayandchasedeachother.Themostinterestingthingisto"

grabtheghosts"

.

　　Theactofgraspingtheghostisthe"

Taoist"

withthe"

sword"

（foamboard）ontheeyetohit"

ghost"

hitwhich"

which"

beesthe"

.Afteraroundofdraw,Ibecamea"

.Iwasveryreluctanttoblindfoldmyeyes.SuddenlyIsawadark,butIfeelaghostdriftingawayfromme,Ihavebeenwatching,finallygotachance:

back,whip,slap.Whenthefoamboardwasbroken,Ihurriedoffmyeyemasktoseethatitwasapenguin!

Isuddenlydanced,andIwasreadytoseeagoodplay.

　　Whenhewasready,hewassoembarrassedthathehadaneyemask,andIsawthathisbeepedfaceturnedouttobeabigoneinamoment.Rdquo;

word.Penguinsaremorefatandwalkoneswing,so"

penguins"

gettheirname.Heplaystheghostsinalayman'

slayman.Becauseofhoweveryonecangethim,hecan'

tcutitdown,soheisoftensetbyus.

　　Thegameisclosetotheend,thepenguinshavenotcaughta"

everyoneimplementedthefinalplan,puthimdown,thegamecanbefinished.Thepenguinsfelltotheground,andthepenguinslaughed,andthepenguinsweretooembarrassedtolaugh.Thissmile,howloud,thislaugh,howhappy!

　　Atthethoughtofhere,Ilaughedagain,itwasabittersmile,andalittleundetectablesmile.Donotknowhappylaughter,willcontinueinthenewschool?

　　Childhood'

spastislikethewatermarkofthestoneenteringthebluewater,farawayandpale.Thebrookisthechildhoodofthesea,thefloweristhefruitofchildhood,thehistoryisthefuturechildhood,andthesweetnessis.Naive,butnolackofnaughty,thatismychildhood.Thesweetandsourthingsinchildhoodareall,butonlyonething,justlikeasingingnurseryrhyme,alwayshauntsinmyheart.

　　Iamayoungboywholovestosaylove,laugh,sing,love,cry,love,loveandplay.Iloveallthewonderfulthingsintheworld,butIloveitmost.Inmyopinion,itisthemostinterestingandteachingtruth,whichisthesynonymforunderstandingthesociety.SoI'

malwaystryingtogetinvolved.Rememberthattime:

　　Mysisteristhecows,onecarryingapailofmilkatonlythreecowswalk,sheputdownthemilkbarrel,pattedcowback,handsandevensqueezeduprhythmically,sawthewhitemilksqueezedout.Ilookedatthegirlonthewavinghands,fascinated,feltitchy,sothethirdsistersaid:

"

letmetry?

"

Iwenttolearneldersisterlikepattedthecattleback,squatdown,holdingthenipple,theotherhandsqueezefromthetopdown,butalsohasnotseenadropofmilk.ThefasterIgetit,thelessitesout.Thirdsisterencouragedme:

thetime!

Soyoucaneoutofthemilkwhichyear!

Iwassuffocating,strainingwithonehand,anddraggingdownwithonehand.Isawthecowsuddenlyraisedhislegs,kickedmetoNotimeisallowedforexplanation.ahoofinthemud,thepainIcouldn'

tstandup.Thirdsisterseemethisconfusion,withlaughter:

wholetyouhurt,ha......"

　　Istandup,lookatthehandsofthepants,mud,himself"

coughing"

laugh.Icametothecattleside,carefullytoucheditbackandsaid:

Oh,"

AuntCow'

cattle'

aunt'

youshouldbe"

willingoxBowWow."

!

Forthepeopletoserveyou,donotcountonpersonalgainsandlosses,alittlepainyouhavetobearit..."

Thirdsistersaidwithasmile:

ispurecastpearlsbeforeswine!

　　ThedreamofchildhoodisacolorfulRiver,thedreamofchildhoodisasevencolorroad,thedreamofchildhoodisashiningbridge,andthedreamofchildhoodisawonderfulworld.

　　Inthememoryofchildhood,themother'

spotbottomporridgeismostsweet.

　　Acarefreelifeisfullofsleepeveryday.Donotknowthemotherwhattimetogetup,donotknowhowmotherisbusyinthemorning,anyway,tohearhermothercrustswishbeforeIshovelrubbedhiseyesclimbedoutfromthewarmquilt.

　　WhenIwaswashedoutinahurry,therewasabowlofporridgewithabowlofhotairatthetable.Goldencrispcrispystandsinthickwhiterice,Yamagatacone,erectandpointed,fragrantsmell.Ican'

twaittopickupthechopsticksandeatitunpolitely.Softanddeliciousporridge,eatinthemouthbutinthesnoringsound,smoothandrefreshing;

crispysoftandtoughandchewy,biteinthemouthcreakofcrisp,uniquetaste.Breakfast,motherlovewiththepotbottomporridgewarmthechild'

sheart.

　　Itwasadeliciousporridgeinthebottomofthepot.Mybrotherandsisterdrilledoutoftheirmother'

sstomach,onebyone,tosnatchthefoodinmymouth.Onlyabowlofporridgeeveryday,theoneandonlythebottomofthepot,toeat,totheminimum,theotherchildrenhadtostareat,pharynxslobberrumblesound,itisasonefalls,anotherrises."

Sister,youhaveaMountLuwaterfallinthecornerofyourmouth."

Thelittlesistertoldmetowipethemouthwaterforme."

Hahaha,"

severalchildrenalsoissuedabiglaughter,smileonmyfaceredawhite,reallywan