童年的记忆英语作文8篇

童年的趣事多多，它使我的童年世界变得美丽、动人起来。下面是小编收集整理的我童年的.记忆英语作文8篇，希望对您有所帮助！

　　Article one: the memory of childhood

There are so many things in my childhood, but there are a few things that make me forget.

I was a fool when I was a child. Remember that time, my brother came to my home for a new year, because it was the first day of the year, and we were eating noodles. A large bowl of noodles, with a small bowl of chilli sauce on the side, I nodded nodded with my brother, and poured a whole bowl of hot sauce on the noodles, and with a sum of it, it became a bowl of red noodles. I thought it was delicious, but I didn't think it would be too spicy to eat when I just ate a bite. We both drank a cup of cold tea, but still couldn't quench our thirst. We couldn't help it. We had to tell mom that our mother was very angry, but there was no alternative but to replace it.

Another time, Xu Han and I took a little cabbage from my garden to the downstairs, every day watering it, but it is dying, did not expect that one day, Xu Han and I saw a little boy in the dish next to the convenience, we are very angry, did not expect a few days later, Chinese cabbage was grown up, we felt so happy, thanks to the little boy.

A lot of fun in my childhood, it made my childhood world beautiful and moving.

　　Article two: the memory of childhood

The life of childhood is very interesting, because at that time young and ignorant, strong curiosity, done a lot of silly things, a lot of jokes.

That is I on the second grade when, in the campus and my buddy hide. Then we have to hide, I can't find my partner to make, I hide in the wall outside the school, at that moment I accidentally fell down, dropped eight white teeth. I cried, until the teacher heard me in the hospital. You say how childish I was in my childhood. Naughty.

I not only naughty, but very crazy, at the age of seven in the summer of that year, I and several buddy held a fan club, I was a nervous disease, I have hair unbrushed, then my mother painted with the goods all painted on the face, took the microphone to sing two tigers at home. I have been watching passersby smile, I also have as they think I sing very well and ran down to shake hands, and they don't care, I don't slip on a banana peel, put the old bag into a large red meat bun, did not feel what pain, but I use a hand to touch, pain I sat on the ground raise a hue and cry. It's really funny to think about it now.

I was naive and naive in my childhood, and the things of childhood were interesting and funny, and they always aroused my endless memories.

　　Article three: the memory of childhood

"People in the hidden fragrance, dream across the Coral Sea" -- Preface

The brick tiles before you promise: even apart, also miss each other.

In front of the carousel, you laugh: even if the lifetime residual decadent, smile and rotation.

Now, I miss and hold my head in the traces of time. I can't help letting tears wet my eyes. You never let me cry, because you love to laugh, you can tell your laughter to keep youthful forever, so you can laugh unnaturally and laugh unbridled. Are you still laughing on the other side of Biwa Ko? Is it still so unrestrained and unrestrained to laugh? I would like to engraved in my heart the smile of your smile, and let me remember you when I am sad, and then laugh.

Do you remember the old building that we walked together? That's the quietest corner of the world, you say. We keep laughter and sorrow in it. Now I pick up it and put it in my hand, gently touching its fragile crystal shell, which is condensed by tears. The yellow leaves in the wind dance, but could not see the leaf that is beautiful you.

The lively melody floated in, from the carousel from sorrow.

The golden footprints of childhood, in the rotation of the fleeting, the invariable Trojan horse, the childish companion you on the side of the horizon, is it OK?

I repeat on the memory footprint, to make it deep in here, Miss raging tide, flooded a lilt left up in the air of sadness, sobbing.

"Building a wind, sun shades of red"

Who have you got my picture, like ink thick turn pale paper painting, you have been hidden from the inky depths. I used to write Xingkai inscription, tears reflected misses you, hiding in the remotest corners of the globe to you, I give up the end of the game, please?

　　Article four: the memory of childhood

The wind bell of childhood is very good. The wind blows, with a trace of sadness. Childhood is a piece of cloth, the lantern is riotous with colour; childhood, childhood is a resplendent with variegated coloration; Campanula, tinkling.

On this day, I lay on the windowsill, looking up at the sky, looking at the scenery outside the window. I saw the children playing downstairs, playing, running, can not help but smile, tinkling voice sounded.

In the long river of memory, I found the door called childhood, a wave of hand, the long memory of memory again active. When I was young, my friends and I often gathered together to play and chased each other. The most interesting thing is to "grab the ghosts".

The act of grasping the ghost is the "Taoist" with the "sword" (foam board) on the eye to hit "ghost" hit which "ghost", which "ghost" becomes the "Taoist". After a round of draw, I became a "Taoist". I was very reluctant to blindfold my eyes. Suddenly I saw a dark, but I feel a ghost drifting away from me, I have been watching, finally got a chance: back, whip, slap. When the foam board was broken, I hurried off my eye mask to see that it was a penguin! I suddenly danced, and I was ready to see a good play.

When he was ready, he was so embarrassed that he had an eye mask, and I saw that his beeped face turned out to be a big one in a moment. Rdquo; word. Penguins are more fat and walk one swing, so "penguins" get their name. He plays the ghosts in a layman's layman. Because of how everyone can get him, he can't cut it down, so he is often set by us.

The game is close to the end, the penguins have not caught a "ghost", everyone implemented the final plan, put him down, the game can be finished. The penguins fell to the ground, and the penguins laughed, and the penguins were too embarrassed to laugh. This smile, how loud, this laugh, how happy!

At the thought of here, I laughed again, it was a bitter smile, and a little undetectable smile. Do not know happy laughter, will continue in the new school?

　　Article five: the memory of childhood

Childhood's past is like the water mark of the stone entering the blue water, far away and pale. The brook is the childhood of the sea, the flower is the fruit of childhood, the history is the future childhood, and the sweetness is. Naive, but no lack of naughty, that is my childhood. The sweet and sour things in childhood are all, but only one thing, just like a singing nursery rhyme, always haunts in my heart.

I am a young boy who loves to say love, laugh, sing, love, cry, love, love and play. I love all the wonderful things in the world, but I love it most. In my opinion, it is the most interesting and teaching truth, which is the synonym for understanding the society. So I'm always trying to get involved. Remember that time:

My sister is the cows, one carrying a pail of milk at only three cows walk, she put down the milk barrel, patted cow back, hands and even squeezed up rhythmically, saw the white milk squeezed out. I looked at the girl on the waving hands, fascinated, felt itchy, so the third sister said: "let me try?" I went to learn elder sister like patted the cattle back, squat down, holding the nipple, the other hand squeeze from the top down, but also has not seen a drop of milk. The faster I get it, the less it comes out. Third sister encouraged me: "the time! So you can come out of the milk which year!" I was suffocating, straining with one hand, and dragging down with one hand. I saw the cow suddenly raised his legs, kicked me to No time is allowed for explanation. a hoof in the mud, the pain I couldn't stand up. Third sister see me this confusion, with laughter: "who let you hurt, ha......"

I stand up, look at the hands of the pants, mud, himself "coughing" laugh. I came to the cattle side, carefully touched it back and said: "Oh," Aunt Cow 'cattle' aunt ', you should be "willing ox Bow Wow."! For the people to serve you, do not count on personal gains and losses, a little pain you have to bear it... " Third sister said with a smile: "is pure cast pearls before swine!"

The dream of childhood is a colorful River, the dream of childhood is a seven color road, the dream of childhood is a shining bridge, and the dream of childhood is a wonderful world.

　　Article six: the memory of childhood

In the memory of childhood, the mother's pot bottom porridge is most sweet.

A carefree life is full of sleep every day. Do not know the mother what time to get up, do not know how mother is busy in the morning, anyway, to hear her mother crust swish before I shovel rubbed his eyes climbed out from the warm quilt.

When I was washed out in a hurry, there was a bowl of porridge with a bowl of hot air at the table. Golden crisp crispy stands in thick white rice, Yamagata cone, erect and pointed, fragrant smell. I can't wait to pick up the chopsticks and eat it unpolitely. Soft and delicious porridge, eat in the mouth but in the snoring sound, smooth and refreshing; crispy soft and tough and chewy, bite in the mouth creak of crisp, unique taste. Breakfast, mother love with the pot bottom porridge warm the child's heart.

It was a delicious porridge in the bottom of the pot. My brother and sister drilled out of their mother's stomach, one by one, to snatch the food in my mouth. Only a bowl of porridge every day, the one and only the bottom of the pot, to eat, to the minimum, the other children had to stare at, pharynx slobber rumble sound, it is as one falls, another rises. "Sister, you have a Mount Lu waterfall in the corner of your mouth." The little sister told me to wipe the mouth water for me. "Ha ha ha," several children also issued a big laughter, smile on my face red a white, really want to draw their own bad mouth, to get rid of his kind of slander!

I did not expect that after school I ate the porridge of the pot bottom of my mother. One day, I helped my father take my slippers and walked to the door of my mother's house. I heard my mother and little sister talking in the room. They only heard their mother say, "big sister wants to read. After that, let her eat the porridge, and you will be better." "How can I do that?" The mother said, "I think of a way, then you eat a piece of crispy rice every day." "That's all right." Mother sighed, and then said, "your big sister's reading expenses, eat full, pot bottom porridge, more hungry." I saw her glowing gleenas, loving, pity, and a bit of uneasiness and thinking. I have a sour nose and run away.

Since then, I have a meal of porridge at the bottom of the pot every day. I don't need to go to school and starve. I am grateful and uneasy for my younger sister. The bottom of the pot porridge contains the mother's deep love, with love, reading years that burden and hardships, they were all in a state of ablation of clarity. The warmth of the porridge in the bottom of the pot has nourished the age of my whole student.

Children in the city will not understand that their economic conditions are getting better and better, and their mouths are becoming more and more Diao. The porridge at the bottom of the pot is natural. Even this name is unheard of. But I won't forget that our rural children won't forget, because we grew up eating the porridge of the pot cooked by the mother.

　　Article seven: the memory of childhood

Some people say that childhood is golden, because it is full of pleasant memories of childhood. Some people say that childhood is gray, because there are heartache memories in childhood, and others say childhood is colorful because childhood has gorgeous colors. And the childhood in my memory is blue, which records the special complex between me and the sea.

My hometown depends on the sea, and I spent my childhood in my hometown.

From the year three year old notes, parents always take me to the sea tide, play. Plus my grandfather is a glorious retired Navy soldier, all of which have made me have a great feeling of the sea.

Initially, the sea gave me the feeling is fresh and strange, quite a sense of change constantly. At the time, the sea is so calm. It is like a blue mirror, like a bridge through the sky, and ripples on the surface of the sea. A road, reflecting the sun light is shining; sometimes the sea; like a group is a roaring lion, like a somersault, surging, thousands upon thousands of horses and soldiers, even a wave wave, a wave impact on the rocks, splashes of white waves. All this made me feel scared and curious.

Gradually, I learned from my parents and the information they found that there was such a change in the sea. I have a deeper feeling with the sea. One time, I will go to the beach alone, to experience the feeling of change constantly. Gradually, I was no longer afraid, but I became more and more fond of the sea. Love it the sky blue; like its waves bursts of overwhelming momentum; love it; love hit the spoondrift...... In a word, I love everything that is related to the sea, because I love the blue and blue world.

Later, I became an inseparable friend with the sea. Almost every day, I have to go to the sea, to sea breeze blowing, to listen to the waves beat on the rock sound issued. In my opinion, this is a beautiful and spectacular seascape: Sea Teng small waves, a fishing boat at sea exercise, reflecting the sunlight, so soft. On the beach, the children in the "Castle", pick up shells, slapstick laughter, interwoven a piece, give people a feeling of harmony. Standing on the shore, I stayed. Only knowing that I was attracted by blue sky and blue sky was a blank, put all the troubles behind them, and let yourself be truly integrated into the sea view.

At the age of seven, I came to Guangzhou with my parents. From then on, I rarely see the sea, rarely go to listen to the sea Taosheng, rarely see the familiar waves. The feeling of the sea, indistinct, only to feel the feeling that a familiar. Now, as long as I have the opportunity to go home, I will always go near the sea, look back at the gentle, and look for the laughter and excitement of my childhood.

The memory of childhood is always beautiful, pure, and nostalgic. Unfortunately, I can't go back to my childhood and never have that innocence. Only the good memories are wandering in my dream... Until forever...

　　Article eight: the memory of childhood

Childhood is all there is, but everyone's childhood is different. A man's childhood is painful; it is bitter, happy, and sweet. And my childhood is happy and carefree.

I remember when I was eight years old, I listened to my family and told me that the mice in the field were very delicious. I have no ability to describe them as well, they say that description is not as if it were raining flowers. I heard them talk about my mouth water three thousand feet. I wanted to ask my brother and my brother to accompany me to the field to catch mice. I said dry, I ran to my brother and brother to repeat the words of the family, my brother immediately agreed to listen to the horse. But my brother's immunity is much stronger, so I add my own words, said the more he reluctantly agreed to as if it were raining flowers, down.

It's in the field. Brother DaTouZhen, brother in the middle, and I was in the back off. We walk in the field, and the rice is cut by the farmer's uncle. This is the time of the vole's arrogance. We catch the flag of the vole to catch the voles, in fact only for our "greed". I think it's ridiculous now.

In the field, the vole saw us running and didn't catch it at all, when we were ready to go home. I heard a sound, and I looked around and found that something was moving in a grass, and I didn't know what it was. My brother called in me to say that there might be snakes, and I didn't listen or walked past to satisfy my curiosity. When my brother saw me not listening, he caught up. However, he slipped. Hi, too poor. I have been to the grass, I carefully cleared bushes, ah, which is actually a wounded wing wild pheasant. Really pays off ah, God is too fair.

I grabbed the pheasant leg, walking on the way home, my brother and I like a triumphant generals, I only like a brother soaked through. "You're too sights," I said with my brother.

So three of our brothers began to talk about whether the chicken was baked or fried. But at home, mom just poured a pot of cold water to drink soup "." This is the three of us to say "what"

You see this is the memory of childhood, my memories are interesting, what about yours?