Mom came back from work at night,the room will smell the house full of fragrance,asked: baby,you touch my mother's perfume? Mom,I just to give the flower fragrance. What? I put the perfume into a flower. Went to the mother looked at the flowers,flowers between has turned black. A few days later I will forget it. The potted flower I was not seen.

　　So slowly through the childhood,in the hands of the sand is also slowly passed,but those beautiful memories will be hidden in the heart forever.

　　Slowly and quietly,spring is ing towards us.The weather is getting warmer and warmer,branches of trees begin sprouting new leaves,and all kinds of birds fly merrily in the sky.A new year begins.

　　Looking at the tender green leaves of the trees out of the window,I can't help thinking of my childhood.When spring is ing,wheat begins to grow after a long winter,and its small and long leaves get greener,shaking with the wind.Rapes bloom with golden flower and give off a heavy scent.How beautiful and romantic the nature is!In this season.I used to carry a small basket in my arm,a small knife in my hand,and invite my little panions to the wheat field to dig edible wild herbs.We sang and laughed and talked and enjoyed ourselves.When we filled our baskets with wild vegetables,we began to play games.We also climbed the willows to break the tender branches and make them into flutes to blow.What a happy and lucky childhhood I had!

　　Spring is full of life and power.Spring is a lovely season.In the wind of spring we begin the new year.We ought to study hard and work well in order not to waste the springtime.

　　I remember once, at the awards midterm meeting.

　　I see, and after school, fail in an examination, I become dejected and despondent home, sat on the stool, the heart is feeling alone! What shall I do? I suddenly saw the cudgel thinking up the table with a glass plate under sister certificate. But a bright eyes, a stratagem comes to mind: why not put sister name blacked out, write my name? I gently closed the door and windows, carefully on the sister's name on the faded words, Ling, and workers, to write their own name immediately. Carefully looked at a few times, that the father can't see what the flaws, sit down and smugness book. Dad came home and asked, ldquo? Did you win this time? rdquo I have a guilty conscience; but on the surface it pretends to be calm, to get a certificate before father, also deliberately put his chest out, waiting for Dad's compliment. Suddenly, father's brows opened, and showed a happy look, said: ldquo is not easy! Children, in less than three years, won a certificate of high school! I am not good, my heart suddenly thump, this was found with ldquo certificate under the seal of the Chongshou middle school. Dad said paled. detection! I secretly cried, know something, just thirty-six meter is to withdraw, It's politic to leave., which know Dad immediately grabbed my left arm, right hand picked up a stick. Hey, - - ah, I yelled. I'll never dare again.

　　After this lesson, I learned that we must face the fact.

　　In my childhood memories, the man who gave me the first key to life was my father.

　　When I was seven years old, my father bought a small bike, and I was wild with joy. You know, bicycles have always been the plaything of my dreams! I yelled for Dad to teach me how to ride a bike, and dad agreed.

　　So I pushed my beloved little bike to practice in a clearing. A car cannot balance and fell several times. I slumped to the ground and shouted, ldquo, I'm not practicing.! rdquo then, never angry, Dad sank down and said, ldquo, my son isn't a coward.! Stand up again! rdquo. Finally, I learned how to ride a bike. Dad said: ldquo, failure is not terrible, terrible is that you do not stand up to the courage to fight the difficulties.

　　Late at night, I was absorbed in the work under the lamplight, and the fragrance of the ink in the book made me fascinated. I'm writing, the pen issued on paper Sasha sound, has become the main melody of my life in

　　At last I finished my math and wanted to stretch my tight nerves, so I paced to the balcony. The deep night sky, stars, like a huge magnetic field, attracted my eyes. The gates of childhood memories slowly opened

　　A scholarly gate, vaguely remember, mother took me walking in mother holding my hand, walking on the lake, willows on both sides, like a beautiful hair flowing in the wind, I will together with my mother to two Oriole Ming Cui Liu, a line of towers the blue sky. rdquo, mum told me the story of the mermaid. When I talked about the mermaid princess disappearing into the sea, my eyes were moist. Mother with a faint fragrance of the handkerchief to wipe my tears and said: the mermaid princess has always wanted to be a man, but she does not understand, when she for the happiness of others and give up their own life, she is the most beautiful in the world.

　　I grew up listening to my mother's story. After listening to my mother's story, I always went to the book to find more mysteries.

　　Looking up at the stars, thoughts rolling childhood life is really memorable. Time is running out of water. Since I can't feel my childhood again, please cherish it now. Don't let me regret it in the future.

　　Childhood is a boat full of many joys; childhood is a sweet candy; childhood is a beautiful secret garden. Childhood is a familiar name. Inadvertently, I can not help but miss the colorful childhood, I want to go back to childhood time ah!

　　Childhood, what a happy time; a childhood; an unforgettable time; a childhood; what an interesting time. It is the only way for everyone, but not necessarily everyone's childhood is happy, but I am glad that my childhood is very happy. Now, I have little time for the elderly complain, he too cruel, quickly walked every corner, let the childhood shadow quietly left, now every day I have to learn, learning, and learning. The burden of learning has been pressing me out of breath, and in my life, perhaps there is only learning, and I am helpless. I want to go back to my childhood.