My childhood was happy with my mother's love. In my young heart, my mother was strong and healthy, and never got sick. She took me to the kindergarten and home every day, in spite of rain and wind.
But one day, after we got home from the kindergarten, my mother went into the bedroom and stayed in bed. I didn't know what had happened. I sat beside her and wanted to cry. My mother said to me, "It doesn't matter, mum has only a stomachache. I will be all right after a while." Although mother said so, I found tears in her eyes because of pain. At that time I knew adults also got ill and cried. I decided I would take care of my mother from then on.英语作文童年记忆篇(二)
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 play from morning 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 season, 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 spend some time I study. Now, remembering it, I feel much happy rather than upset.
Everyone has their own childhood memory. -- -- -- -- -- words， childhood is hazy poetry， is the picture of quietly elegant， classic songs... The childhood I naive， clever and lively; My childhood， I imagine rich， optimistic and cheerful.
In the past years， I am a simple and happy. Just don‘t say looking at the sky stunned the relaxed， not to mention the hiding in bed sleeping in， also don’t have to say to imitate the excitement of shooting stars alone is sucking the sorbet watching cartoons wandering in the street the incomparable simple happiness， can let me memorable.
In the past years， I feel the something called “love”. May be the teacher take a disease has continued to our class; Maybe mom brings to me is dry in the rain and comfort; Perhaps the students take the initiative to help me clean the classroom health scene... What sort of scene touched my sensitive heart， is impossible. But one thing is for sure， in the “love”， “love”， “love” and “love” in the endless sea， I raise the sails of hope， efforts to move forward.
In the past years， the time like an arrow， just leave me alone XingChanYingGu wandering in the memory of the island. That each shining pearl， is I the same as when you giggle? That only white gulls heron， the same as when you are my fantasy? That hits the tall trees， is the appearance of when I was growing up... Petals gently picked up a piece of mind， I want to make it into a chic bookmarks， let it forever in the world of words its fragrance， forever......