1.童年趣事英语作文 篇一
Everyone has a childhood song, and everyone has a wonderful life, which is childhood. I also had a wonderful childhood.When my mother was young, my grandmother said to her, "Whatever you eat, you should wash it." After I was born, my mother also said to me, "Whatever you eat, you must wash it before you can eat." I deeply remember my mother's words.
Summer has arrived, and everyone likes to eat ice cream. Watching others eat it, I couldn't help but drool. I also asked my mother to buy me an ice cream. As I was about to eat tempting ice cream, I suddenly remembered my mother's words: "Whatever you eat, you have to wash it first before you can eat." I immediately ran home to wash the ice cream, but I didn't expect it to be gone. I cried and went to my mother, asking, "Why is ice cream missing?" My mother replied, "Silly child, not everything needs to be washed. You have to use your brain to think about everything, not just rely on experience to do things, and apply them mechanically. Special situations require special treatment." I finally understood this truth, and I will never cry again in the future.
My mother's words have accompanied me through a long learning journey, enabling me to overcome difficult problems with my diligence and wisdom on the road of learning, and achieve fruitful results. In life, I have learned many principles of being a good person and doing things.
Now that I am a fifth grade student, recalling this incident makes me burst into laughter. Year after year has passed, but childhood is gone forever. I won't do the foolish thing of washing ice cream at home anymore. I slowly recall the fun stories of my childhood, feeling that everything has not gone far, and that childhood has come back to me.
2.童年趣事英语作文 篇二
Everyone must have had many interesting things in their childhood, and I also have many interesting things like everyone else. Let me tell you the most interesting thing that happened to me!I remember that year, just after my fourth birthday, I drank my father's Baijiu in a drink bottle as a drink... Do you want to know the story? So please continue reading!
That day, my grandma looked at me. She had planned to hum a song to lull me and Huang Enhao (my nephew who is one year younger than me) to sleep, but my grandma became increasingly tired, while I became more and more energetic - my grandma's singing was really out of tune! I looked at my grandmother with her eyes open and closed for a while, and then I learned how she patted me while I was sleeping. I gently patted my grandmother, and in a moment, I "patted" her to sleep. I woke up Huang Enhao and quietly turned on the TV. As I watched, I suddenly felt a little thirsty, but I didn't want to drink plain water. So I opened the fridge and found a bottle of Sprite! This really makes me ecstatic! I love carbonated drinks the most! Huang Enhao saw Sprite and stopped watching TV programs. He ran over and competed with me for drinks. After all, being one year older and eating an extra year of salt, Huang Enhao never snatched me away. He looked at me pitifully, waiting for me to give him a little.
I struggled to open the bottle cap and swallowed it excitedly and fiercely - ah! My throat quickly became uncomfortable - this is not Sprite! It's Dad's Baijiu! The spicy taste of Baijiu fills my nose and numbs my tongue! I spat it out with a "wow" sound, and the wine spilled all over the ground, smelling extremely unpleasant; And I, on the other hand, burst into tears. At this moment, the despicable Huang Enhao finally understood what was going on, and he laughed until tears streamed down his face. While laughing, he clapped his hands and called out "Greedy Auntie" and "Greedy Auntie"!
Later, I told my mom about this, and she burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but laugh.
This is very interesting, isn't it! This is my childhood anecdote. Could you please tell me your interesting stories?
3.童年趣事英语作文 篇三
Childhood is like a colorful picture book, which contains many beautiful pictures. Some pictures record sadness, while others record happiness. But what I love the most are the pictures that record my interesting things. These interesting things are deeply imprinted in my heart.I still remember that when I was in the junior grade, my father took me back to my hometown for a Spring Festival. Coincidentally, a hen raised by my grandmother hatched a litter of chicks. When I found out, I was very happy and ran towards the chicken coop.
I quickly walked through a small path with sheep intestines, and not far away was a small wooden house. Inside and outside the house were covered with some thatch, and the surroundings were very quiet. Apart from the rustling of leaves and the singing of birds, no sound could be heard. I quickly walked towards the small wooden house - yes, that was the chicken coop. The coop was filled with the smell of chicken droppings, and I quickly covered my nose with my hands. I swept into the chicken coop, my gaze fixed on a sleeping hen and its children. I thought to myself: they must be those newly hatched chicks. They were fluffy, like fluffy balls, with their little heads resting on their mother's belly. I gently picked up a chick with both hands. Its light yellow fur was tender and cute, and its small mouth was also light yellow, Eyes slightly closed, little wings pressed against the body. As I was carefully examining the chick, I suddenly let out a loud roar, followed by a sharp object piercing my body. I screamed in pain, "Wow." I turned my head and saw that it was the adult hen who was angry. I held the chick and ran away, while the hen chased closely behind, even barking loudly, as if warning me to put down its child. As I ran and turned around, I saw it spread its wings and stretched its neck, glaring angrily towards me. It seemed to be threatening me, "If you don't give me the child anymore, you'll have something to look at!" I put down the chick and ran forward desperately, seeing several figures in front of me. It turned out that my parents and grandparents had all come. Fortunately, they arrived in time, otherwise I would have suffered a lot. Afterwards, they asked me why the hen would chase after me. After I explained, they laughed and I laughed along.
Thinking of this now, everyone finds it interesting. These childhood memories are my most precious memories, and they will forever be imprinted in the ocean of my memories.
4.童年趣事英语作文 篇四
When I was a child, happy things happened every day.One morning, I just got out of the warm quilt. In the morning, the sun was shining brightly on the vast land. I got up and rinsed my mouth, washed my face, and then ran outside. I ran to the chicken cage, released all the chickens and looked at their lovely faces. I couldn't help but want them to sleep with me, I chased the chickens all over the yard. After a while, I was full of big men, sweat penetrated my clothes, and the chickens jumped up and shouted, as if to say: we won.
I said to them: I won't give up, and then I went after the chickens. Finally, I caught them all, and I said to them loudly; Now you lose, so I'm the real winner.
The chickens were dejected, and then I said to them: don't give up. You also won a game just now, so both sides drew and have another game.
So we had another game, and finally I ended up losing, as if to say: we are. This is the happiest part of my childhood.
My childhood was very happy and interesting.
5.童年趣事英语作文 篇五
Childhood, as we grow up, quietly passes away in sadness and happiness. Childhood is like a beautiful butterfly, flying in the sky. Many interesting things have happened in my childhood!I remember it was a hot summer afternoon when I was 5 years old, and we kids played for a while! I felt like the sky was a little dark, so I separated and went back home! When I got home, neither my parents nor my brother were at home. The door was locked, so I pushed it hard but couldn't open it. I said sternly to the door, "If I don't open it again, I'll call the police!" But I couldn't open it. I cried loudly, and after crying for a while, I remembered my second door. Sure enough, I pushed it open right away! After entering, I immediately went to the living room. After playing and crying for a while, I was already very thirsty. I saw a few cups on the coffee table, and I started drinking heavily, ah! I have a feeling that it's really spicy!, I thought, "What's so spicy!" Oh! I remembered that it was the Baijiu my father had drunk in the morning! That! Why is it so spicy! I don't want to, anyway, as the saying goes, "eat everything, gain wisdom." You won't be "spicy" again in the future!
Childhood things are really interesting! What foolish things do you think of? I can always remember them now, and I burst out laughing when I think about them! But the happy moments of childhood are gone forever!
6.童年趣事英语作文 篇六
Childhood, like a colorful pen, depicts the yearning childhood life. And childhood colored pens are in our hands during childhood, waiting for us to create interesting stories. Childhood is so free, without constraints, without worries. Accompanying us are only laughter and joy, excitement and innocence.My mother often says that when I was a child, it made my family laugh uncontrollably. When I was five years old, a small car parked at our doorstep and I rolled around inside. At this moment, my neighbor Xiaofeng came to play with me, and we soon had a lively time. Playing and playing, he suddenly gazed at the car with great interest, with a sinister smile on his face. He asked me to bring two pens and then secretly led me around to the other side of the car, took one pen, opened the pen cap, and started creating. I learned from him to doodle on it.
In no time, a primitive mural appeared. Xiaofeng is not satisfied yet and keeps adding oil and vinegar, while I continue to follow him blindly. A nearby person was drinking tea with his friend. The person's eyes swept over and as soon as they caught a glimpse of the mural, their cheeks bulged instantly, and the tea in their mouth pounced wildly on their friend's face. His friend finished washing his face in no time. The owner of the small car was coming back, and Xiaofeng immediately pulled me to escape. He ran behind the wall and nervously watched the car drift away. The next day, this matter spread and became widely known, almost every household was discussing our "great achievements!" We became the center of attention on that street for a while, and we were proud.
Childhood is often happy and fast-paced. Childhood colored pens will eventually run out of water. If you don't grasp them well, you will regret it!
7.童年趣事英语作文 篇七
Childhood is a painting, in which our colors are colorful; Childhood is a song, with our laughter and joy in it; Childhood is a dream, in which we have our imagination and longing. Many interesting things happened in my colorful childhood. Whenever I see a doll, I can't help but think of that hilarious thing.When I was six years old, I got a Barbie doll with long flowing hair, blonde hair, and blue eyes. I couldn't put it down and kept playing with it like a treasure all day, even calling her Little Bi. But in that summer, my mother cut my hair hard and hard for me. Although it was for the sake of coolness, I still regretted it. So, as soon as I saw Xiaobi's long hair, I was furious. Why can't you keep it long? Anyway, hair can grow even longer. Let me help you change your hairstyle!
I took the scissors when the adult was not paying attention and tiptoed into the room carrying Little Bi. I have no regard for a barber, what a simple job. I grabbed Xiaobi's long hair and used scissors to "click" it. Oh my, why is it so ugly? Tsk tsk, I'll fix it there. Hmm - I haven't cut it yet, give it a try. "Huh, finally good." Neat and neat "short hair. I let go of my hand, and Xiaobi's hair immediately stood up, becoming a fashionable explosive head. I specifically used a wet comb to comb back, but it became increasingly unsightly and turned into a bird's nest. It was so ugly! I am like a deflated ball, crying loudly. As soon as my mother came in, she saw Xiaobi in a mess and me at a loss. She understood the instructions I had been given to tidy up the room and left. I was dumbfounded and thought, when will Xiaobi's hair grow longer
Memories are always beautiful. Although childhood has passed away, those carefree days will never fade in my heart. Now when I see Barbie dolls, I can't help but think of it.
8.童年趣事英语作文 篇八
Childhood is like a blue sky, and every thing in childhood is like stars in the sky. I have chosen the brightest star to share with everyone.When I was in kindergarten, the teacher led us and let each of us touch the clay. That mud is constantly sliding on my little hands, it's incredibly comfortable! From then on, my interest in clay became unstoppable.
Finally, under my persistent struggle, my mother finally agreed.
When I arrived at Tao Bar and sat in the staff seat, I only saw an iron plate with a pile of mud on it. I looked around and couldn't figure it out, so I pretended to put my hand on the clay and kneaded it. It was like playing with mud, and in the end, it turned into a pile of rotten mud.
I casually rubbed my own mud while reading other people's works. I was also very anxious when I saw that those who came later than me had already been made to look like vases. But I am also unwilling to be outdone, continuing to pick on my mud while imitating others. I didn't finish the bottle and flipped the mud all over my face. I pretended to be proud while stirring the mud and holding my head high.
But not long after being proud, I saw my mother and the others laughing uncontrollably on the side. I'm curious: what's going on? Why are everyone laughing? I glanced at the clay in my hand and suddenly realized it. I couldn't help but chuckle.
I watched the mud getting smaller and smaller, so I had to ask the staff for help. I saw them skillfully turning the mud around, and soon a "unique" vase appeared before my eyes. I pinched a few lace pieces on the vase using the same method as before. Although it wasn't very delicate, I was already satisfied.
Childhood is like an ordinary painting, only by experiencing it with heart can one discover its beauty; Childhood is like a home cooked dish. Only by savoring it with heart can one taste its sweetness.
9.童年趣事英语作文 篇九
Childhood is colorful, like seashells by the sea; Childhood is carefree, like a playful doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like the clear spring water in a mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, I can't help but think of an interesting thing.I remember when I was in third grade, my teacher said that if I cut open half of a live earthworm, the other half could still live. After listening to my teacher's words, I was skeptical and wanted to give it a try.
I look forward to rain every day thereafter. One day, the heavens finally showed mercy and it rained cats and dogs. After the rain, I quickly ran to the grass, breathing fresh air while carefully searching for earthworms. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I found an earthworm that had just emerged from the soil on the grass. Its body is soft and sticky, like a brown hadron. I took it back home and placed it on a piece of paper. Earthworms crawled back and forth on the paper, leaving me at a loss. I think: Where should I cut it from? Suddenly, I saw the most obvious spot on the earthworm - the ring. I think earthworms should be cut from the ring. I picked up the knife and, with a feeling of unease, carefully cut off the ring. As a result, everything turned into two pieces for me. I thought to myself: these are the two earthworms that the teacher mentioned. But after struggling for a while, these two earthworms left the world motionless. A pool of red blood also flowed out of its wound. I was suddenly shocked and thought to myself: they should have come to life, how could they all have died? Looking at the earthworm that I killed, I was very sad.
The next day, I hurriedly arrived at the school and asked the teacher in confusion, "The earthworm has been cut in half, but why did it die? Teacher, you're not lying to me, are you!" The teacher gently said to me, "Where did you cut it from?" I said wrongly, "I cut it from the ring, and it's bleeding!" The teacher thought for a while and said seriously to me, "You should cut it from behind the ring, so that I can come back to life." Only then did I suddenly realize that I had done something foolish and killed innocent earthworms!
My childhood was so innocent and lovely, and looking back now, it still leaves a deep impression on me.
10.童年趣事英语作文 篇十
Childhood is a ticking alarm clock, memories often ring the heart clock; Childhood is a colorful bubble that blooms in the bright sunshine; Childhood, or a string of Tomatoes on sticks, sour sweet; Childhood is more like a pink candy box covered in dust in the corner of memory - representing sweetness, innocence, and happiness. I am just like that. But what highlights the fun of childhood more is the foolish things we did wrong in our childhood.It's midsummer, and cicadas are chirping incessantly with the heat of cicadas. The big yellow dog on the roadside was sneering and sticking out its pink flat tongue. The willow trees by the roadside drooped their heads, their green hair limping from the warm sun. No wind ever blew. Breath - hot, really hot. My mother saw that I was so hot, so she took two ice creams. I took one and hurriedly opened the packaging, wanting to swallow it in one gulp. Just as it was delivered to my mouth, she suddenly remembered that I had eaten an unwashed apple last time, and as a result, my stomach was hurting to death. Since then, I have never dared to eat unwashed food again. This ice cream... forget it, for safety's sake, wash it! I walked to the bathroom, opened the water valve, and rinsed it carefully. It's strange, why is it getting smaller and smaller? Forget it, don't worry about him. It's clean this time. I ate the ice cream in three bites and two bites. Oh, why did I eat it so fast? I don't think about it anymore, it's exhausting. When I went back to tell my mother, she laughed so hard that she couldn't stand . What's going on! But Mom is laughing so happily, let me laugh along too! So I laughed heartily. My mother also smiled at me and was taken aback. "You, this is a little ghost!" "Hahaha..." The joyful laughter spread out the window, and the cicadas stopped barking. The yellow dog looked up here, and the willow tree seemed to have regained its energy when it heard our hearty laughter... really good!
Childhood is so wonderful!
