in the morning we went to the shop and bought a big cake. then we went to the market and bought some food that mother liked very much. after getting home, we began to prepare our presents. father went into the kitchen to prepare a big meal while i went into my room to make a birthday card. i drew three rabbits biggest one was eating grass while the other two were playing happily under a big tree. to tell you the truth, it was my family because all of us were born in the year of rabbit.it was almost 12 o'clock. the delicious food on the table made my mouth water. everything was ready. we seated ourselves at the table, waiting for my mother. when we heardthe sound of opening the door, we hid behind the door and cheered, "happy birthday!" as soon as mother came in.mother was seated at the table and i showed her my present. she looked at it and smiled. "have a taste of the delicious food. it was made by father himself."i said. mother looked at my father and me, picking up her chopsticks.

how happy we were!

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said the mother, everyone will write like this: "my mother is beautiful and gentle." like the same composition, the reader can also upset it at? who can write such a composition, not mother back to the hospital, in rainy day is mother wash clothes for himself in the middle of the night.

my mother is different, how different to feel my mother! my mother grows in general, short hair, and half is dyed color, half is golden, half is black, appear very different. my mom and dad divorced, i used to live with my mother, mother won't let me play computer, ready to hit people. now, my mother and i lived in one place, the mother is surprisingly gentle to me, every time go to mother there, mom let me play computer, no longer limit my freedom. mother is a women don't go out for a long time, only to work, or have something to go out, when eating it yourself, or make a take-away. clothes are all buy on the net, day and night to get to the internet. mother does not like to laugh, every time she looked at me, i will be afraid, my mother is the pursuit of fashion, she online shopping is very beautiful, but to buy me clothes is very ugly. this is my mother, a different mother; a like to play my mother; a fiery mother; a tender mother; a mum don't like to laugh; a love my mother!

回忆英文作文篇3

childhood, a memorable words to me;childhood, a reminds me of the total a little words.childhood ah, what a profound but innocence, childhood laughter, always so innocent;childhood behavior seems very childish, but the most sincere.when i think of my childhood time, mind, heart, always arise some light, little thoughts, light sadness.everything is so weak, but always with my thoughts, i can't forget;everything is so weak, but always quiet in my mind, i can't let go!

when i was tired, lie on the bed, inadvertently opened a childhood this "diary".in that instant, i seem to no longer tired, is happy childhood gave me the power of the spirit.i don't have the right to choose, i only stand on this has formed road continue to go on, i won't change anything, i don't want to change anything, because the importance of childhood, happiness, happiness may only in the memory can understand.

our childhood is full of love, the love of parents.they care about us, to dedicate everything to us: to prepare delicious breakfast for us in the morning and the evening and cover the quilt for us;in the summerfor us to drive midge fan for others,in the winterand remove cold for us.all in all, we are the apple of parents eye, they meet the requirements of any of our, done a lot for us...

our childhood is full of love --the teacherlove.the teacherlike the flashing eyesthe starslighting up my heart.whenever my grades, the teacher will be to me to admiring eyes, as if to say: "you are great!"whenever my grades step backwards, the teacher would have to take a blame me, and like to say: "what's the matter with you?strive to!"teacher will talk eyes deeply imprinted in my mind, in her eyes brimmed with her sincere love for us...

although childhood leave me, but i never leave it away.because this paragraph of memory will be i this life the most important memory, maybe to old i can savor the joy of childhood;maybe to old i can slowly understand the true meaning of childhood!

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my mother has a small frame, a few fine fine long wrinkles already climbed up her thin face, under the curved arch eyebrows with a pair of small eyes bright and clear, a cherry mouth smile is so sweet. it seems that you would think she is very tender! but this is not the case.

on one occasion, i write my homework in the evening at 10:00, mother saw, break into a furious rage, i just want to the past training, fortunately, mom, dad in a timely manner to prevent the quietly said to mother: "you will noisy to mary to learn." "call -" finally finished writing homework, i big sigh of relief, "yeah! you homework finished, but what time is it?" mother said angrily. hear this sentence, i quickly turned around and saw mom with a straight face, the fork wear a waist, the appearance of a pair of didn't good the spirit. 10:00. "what time is it? you look at other people's children, just finished your homework. what about you? want to again so, next time i never rao not you! go and wash your face, brush my teeth and sleep!" she said it also don't go back. the mother is not so tender. but when i test the high points, she smiled from ear to ear, also give me to eat eat.

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childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart or;childhood is like a cup of light tea, let you every aftertaste.childhood is like the rainbow after the storm, colorful;flowery and clinking, childhood is like a corner after sunset, so miss;also like the curved path, let you continue to thrive.the wind is not possible to the warm memories to blow away;rain is falling all it impossible to get this one moving melody.only a lovely, gentle sunshine would it have been preserved.

memories and ordinary things, things may be small, but the memories is so moved, because had these memories!can continue to progress, the pursuit, in this way can we grow up,

that year, is a heavy snow season.at that time, i was only 7 years old!

that day, in the morning, i just wake up, opened the eyes, and saw there was a haze of light snow, a short time later, the wind settle, snow slowly stopped.and ithe elder brotheropened the door and a white light made me feel dazzling, so i gave inthe elder brothersnow shovel, pushing up the snowman in the yard, the snowman is really beautiful around, the body of white, round head, made it a pair of big, black pebbles of big eyes, a carrot nose, i again with red paint for white snow man drew a cherry small mouth.

snowman heap is ready, then ushered in a "snow battle parade" and my brother's brother first prepared a snowball, throwing up to me, i am clever turned around, snowball and broke up on the wall.while my brother still don't respond to come over, i use a light snow ball and throw the past to elder brother!my brother had no time to escape."yes, yes, yes"!hee hee, in the middle of his brother's "big head" snowball on his head "opened a white flower" can put my belly laugh pain is dead!after again and again to compete.the laughter in the yard is more and more loud and clear.

the fun of childhood, both are like a colorful shells, hold up my colorful childhood.

回忆英文作文篇6

童年就像一个五彩斑斓的盒子，装满了糖果，装满了快乐，也装满了笑声，回想起来，每一件事就像一颗颗晶莹剔透的珍珠，连在一起就像一条美丽耀眼的项链，在我的记忆长河中闪烁。

记得那是阳光明媚的一天，我陪着婆婆去街上买东西。买狗不理包子咯！四元一笼，快来买咯！又是一阵刺耳的叫卖声传入我的耳朵里。婆婆，婆婆，我想试一下，行么？我拉着婆婆的衣角，满脸期待地看着她。婆婆二话不说答应了。买来以后，我离那包子远远的。天知道，我是买来给狗的。我兴高采烈地回到家，装模作样地说；好臭啊！怪不得叫狗不理呢！

其实，我闻过的，还不错！我对兰儿说：兰儿狗狗，我给你买了包子哦，快来吃吧！我以为它会闻都不闻地走开，理都不理那包子。可是，结果却大出我所料。兰儿满脸激动地看着我，摇摇它的小尾巴，像箭一般地飞到那包子面前，狼吞虎咽地吃了起来。

我很不理解，气愤地说：哼！骗我！什么狗不理嘛！狗明明就吃，这算什么呀！婆婆一听，还以为什么事呢，原来是为了那包子，赶紧跟我解释：好了好了，那包子呀，并非真正的.狗都不理，只不过，是一个名字而已。我脸一红，恍然大悟。

童年，似沙滩上的沙子。随便捡起一粒，都有一个故事，喜，怒，哀，乐每看一遍，都觉得焕然一新。

childhood is like a colorful box, filled with candy, full of joy, full of laughter, in retrospect, everything is like a sparkling pearl, together like a beautiful dazzling necklace, shining in my memory.

i remember that it was a sunny day. i went to the street with my mother-in-law to buy things. buy goubuli slightly! four yuan a cage, come to buy! it was another piercing cry in my ear. mother-in-law, mother-in-law, i want to try it, ok? i pulled her clothes, looking forward to see her face. mother promised without demur. after i bought it, i was far away from the bun. god knows, i bought it for the dog. i returned home in a gleam of gleam, pretending to say, well stinky! no wonder it is called the dog!

in fact, i have, but also good! i said: happy laner dog, i bought you a steamed bun, oh, come and get it! i thought it would smell away and ignore the bun. but the result was much more than i had expected. happy all over my face excitedly, shook his little tail, like an arrow flew to the front of the steamed stuffed bun, ate hungrily.

i didn't understand it, i said angrily, "hum!" deceive me! what goubuli! gou mingming will eat, what is it! why did the mother-in-law listen to it? why did it happen? it was originally for the buns, and quickly explained to me: ok, ok, that is not a real dog, but it is a name. my face was red and suddenly realized.

childhood, like sand on the beach. just pick up a grain, there is a story, happy, angry, sad, happy every time, all feel new.

回忆英文作文篇7

童年是我的百宝箱，回忆是它的钥匙，每次打开我的百宝箱，我都会收获很多快乐，珍惜我们的童年吧！昆明的冬天很少下雪，但今年的一个早上。我一觉醒来，拉开窗帘，花园里已铺着厚厚的雪，天空中还有白雪飘舞着，昆明下雪了。

我冲出房间，在这白色的世界里，那些曾风流的小草，此时像冬眠一般，躲在雪白的厚厚的毛毯下，很难看见它们的踪迹。我抓起一大把白胖胖的雪团，让它飞呀飞呀，飞到我身上，变成一掠清凉的水花，那飞舞的雪花，像是鹅毛铺在山上，像是蒲公英被撒向大地，又像是无数幼小而不可名状的生命，在茫茫的天空中沉浮，颤动，荡漾。

小雪花多美丽呀！然后我把我的小伙伴们叫来一起玩耍。我抓起一把雪，捏成圆形，往一个朋友身上扔去，他的背上立刻开了一朵白花，他也抓起一团雪扔了过去。我左闪右闪，躲过了他的攻击。我们打完雪仗之后，又来堆雪人，只见他把一个小雪球滚成了一个大雪球。

我们用这个做它的身子，然后我学着他的动作滚了一个小雪球，做成了它的头，我又从家里那来了一根胡萝卜当它的鼻子，再捡了两颗小石子做它的眼睛，雪人完工了，我们围着它转呀转，跳呀跳，似乎把它当成了我们的朋友。这场雪给我的童年留下了美好的回忆。

childhood is my treasure box, memory is its key, every time i open my hundred treasure box, i will harvest a lot of happiness, cherish our childhood! there is little snow in kunming in winter, but one morning this year. i woke up and opened the curtains, the garden has been covered with a thick layer of snow in the sky is fluttering snow, snow in kunming.

i rushed out of the room. in the white world, those once rushing grass were hibernating. it was hard to see their tracks under the thick blanket of snow and white. i picked up a handful of snow white fat, let it fly fly, fly to me, become a prey of cool water, the fluttering snowflakes, like a feather shop in the mountains, like the dandelion to be thrown into the earth, and like countless young indescribable life, in the boundless sky the ups and downs, trembling, rippling.

how beautiful the small snowflakes are! then i called my friends to play together. i grabbed a piece of snow, pinched it into a circle, threw it on a friend, and immediately opened a white flower on his back, and he grabbed a bunch of snow and threw it. i flicker to the left and dodged his attack. after we had finished the snow war, we came to the snowman and saw him rolling a small snowball into a big snowball.

we use this to do it himself, then i learned his movements roll a small snowball, made its head, i'm from home that came a carrot when its nose, and then picked up two pebbles as its eyes, the snowman finished, we turn it around. turn, jump, seem to regard it as our friend. the snow left a good memory for my childhood.

回忆英文作文篇8

"long, long ago, there was an island in the distant sea,where lived a fairy who was said be able to make a child lovely and bright. one day, " as the story went on, mumps voice grew fainter and fainter, when she gently looked down at me.then a melodious song came into my ear as if music made by the angels flying in the faraway sky. gradually, mom's smile dimmed, and her glittering eyes were just like the brightest stars on the dark blue curtain of night.

countless nights had passed in this way during my infancy. in my naive heart, mother's voice was deeper and softer than the nightingale. even now i still remember quite clearly that cradlesong she used to sing before i fell asleep. those old melodies still sound so good to me, as they melt the years away.to me, mother's companionship was the most important thing in my childhood.

mother is an incurable romantic, passionately in love with life and with the mystery of the universe. she taught me to open up all the channels of my senses to touch and feel what lies all a round me, and discovered with me the beauty of nature, the joy,excitement and mystery of the new and the unknown. she is quite at home in literature because of her active and imaginative mind. every new experience, every new discovery concerning the world could delight her.

i went off to college, but mum is still always in my memory. i could hear her voice every time i fell short in anything.from breast to cradle to reassuring hug, mum has shared all the happiness and depression of mine. however, she never expressed herself. upon my entry into university, when she and father were going back home, she hurriedly turned back to run along, even without a look at me. i knew she dared not, for fear that tears should fall down in my presence. this separation would last nearly five months during which she could not see me. she was just trying to stop me from seeing her crying. i was refraining myself, too, because the long time living with her had made me an exact person like her. later, father told me she kept wiping her eyes on the bus to the railway station. i knew that, because i love you, mum, and you already knew that too.

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