我的童年记忆英语作文

2024年3月8日发(作者：蓝荣玉)

我的童年记忆英语作文

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我的童年记忆英语作文 篇1

When I was a child, my father told me that the first batch of

people who hung red scarves were good children and my

childhood memories. At that time, I do not know the small, red

scarf in batches already by age. When I saw the first batch of

students in the name of hang red scarf without me, crying sadly.

I dont think Im a good kid. At that time, I saw tho hanging a

bright red scarf of a small part of the students, I really envy. Half

a year later, I became the cond batch of students hang red scarf.

In the military academy, I hung up the red scarf I had been

looking forward to. In this way, my dear red scarf, spent 6 years

with me. I am very careless little, always lo or forget to bring

red scarf, so, one piece of another, I kept buying red scarf, and

kept losing. Until 9 years old, I broke my bad habits, that piece of

cloth is very good red scarf, when I was like a baby, hung for 2

years, and finally in a play, lost. The red scarf - - you are inspired

by the birth of the peoples Republic of China, generation after

generation. Now youre going to say goodbye to me. Youve been

with me for 6 years, and now I feel youre in trouble. But that

doesnt keep me from thinking about you. 6 years, what

happened to the middle, you have spent with me, now, I want to

leave you, into the group, but also did not retreat team, this dual

identity, let me have a wonderful feeling, as if I were the first team

to no crying child children dont grow up -- yes, you, for me, is a

symbol of purity. Let this article become my last memory for you.

After pressing "submit", I should also learn how mature. Red scarf,

bye.

Oh, I got you!" Outside the door there are still children

chasing, only the man has changed. While their faces look

actually touched the light of heart from care, my heart has

already been lost memory, let me through the long time, let me

recall that period of time.

Only with a pacifier creak time is always unknown. Why? Can

only let us recall a few years later that a little time.

"Ah!"! I got you! "

Always a single gulp after dinner, rushed to the glades, began

wild action.

Over the railing, climbing walls, martial arts drama fantasy

let us realize; twist ants pick crickets, all in front of the mysteries

of nature; fly kites, fold planes, beautiful dreams unlimited leap!

The game belongs to childhood, and it is often crazy. The

excellent composition of primary school students, my childhood

memory composition. A quiet pond in summer, a circle of ripples

rippling floating afternoon quiet; the rickety dragonfly is drunk,

and quiet afternoon years added a dash tipsy.

Suddenly, out of the window, there was no noi, so as to

look out, the children in the yard were huddled in a shady little

corner. Everyones eyes were focud on a small comic book. The

ups and downs of the plot, so that each persons face is ever-changing. What is more, constantly pointing his fist, ems to

want to personally go into battle.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak. "

Summer cicada always rest, tired, buddies are on the tree sat

a hundred years old longan tree trunk.

People began to fiddle with their pockets.

"Ill change this for you."!"

"Im pretty."! Change with me, plea!"

In our spare time, we like to show off and exchange cartoon

paper and glittering candy paper from every corner. I do not

know, they are only cheap, but at that time, just becau of the

longing for happiness.

Now, I still retain the paper of that year, although the pieces

of paper are multifarious now, they do not have the flavor of that

year.

The thick sun down from the blade gap pouring longan trees

swaying, flow to tho pieces of paper. And the reflection is the

ballad that sang then.

Searching hard on the ground, looking for the discarded

chalk heads, drawing a grid on the thick cement floor, and then

playing "jump the plane"".

"One, two, three, Alas!"

"You lost."!" "Ha ha ha."......"

Once in a while, the birds of a tree stand by us, and the

ignorant, naive heart always says, "Eagle!"!"

Then look at the little tree on the old tree and watch the birds

fly away.

At that time we said, "I want to be a boss, a scientist, a writer,

a doctor."......"

Now, I said, "I want to be a child, forever and ever."."

The hourglass of time flowing relentlessly, the time has not

come. The old tree still sits there, but its a pity to leave it alone.

"Ah!"! I got you!"

Not me. After all, my childhood bubble burst, but fortunately,

there was that dream.

我的童年记忆英语作文 篇2

I was born in a small county which is poor. Therefore, there

were no beautiful clothes or many toys. Before I went to school

at six, I only played with my peers nearby. It was such a wonderful

period that I would never forget. We always made our toys

independently, which cost no money at all. Sometimes, parents

would help making toys as well. We could playfrommorning to

night until parents told us to go home for dinner. However, as a

rural child, I must help my parents doing farm work in the busy

ason, such as planting and harvesting. Besides, my mother is a

teacher. Therefore, she began to teach me to read and count

when I was three, so I had to spendsome time I study. Now,

remembering it, I feel much happy rather than upt.