我又回到小学的作文【一】
记得一次，我的一个小表妹到我家来做客，妈妈热情地拿着我最爱吃的糖果给表妹吃，还把我最喜欢的玩具也拿出来给妹妹玩，可我眼看着妈妈把我的宝贝都贡献出来了，我心里很不是滋味，于是向妈妈哀求：“妈妈，这是我的，你给我留点点！”可可妈妈却严肃地说：“你是姐姐，要让着妹妹！”我嘟着最走开了，心想，妈妈只关心表妹了。表妹和我一起玩时，还对我说：“表姐，你妈妈真好！给我买了这么多好吃的东西！”我听了，心想，还好呢？还不是就对你好！我的妈妈真是奇怪，对自己的孩子没有对人家的孩子好！
那一次，我放学回家贪玩了，耽误了回家的时间。五点多了，我才背着书包回到家，还没跨进家门口，就听到妈妈在打电话：“老师，你说我女儿会到哪儿去了呢？我整条街都找遍了，可还是找不到啊，怎么办啊？……”之后，我就听到妈妈的抽泣声。我三步并作两步走进客厅，只见妈妈正推着电瓶车准备出去。妈妈看到我，激动得马上放下车子，冲过来紧紧抱着我，边哭边说：“你去哪儿了？你知道吗，妈妈找了你一个多小时了，整条街都找遍了，我好担心！”此时的妈妈已哭成了一个泪人，满脸的慈爱。我的妈妈这时真是一个慈祥的好妈妈。
可等了一会儿，妈妈平静了心情，脸上的慈爱消失了，一下子严肃起来，开始狠狠地批评我：“下次如果你再这样因贪玩忘了回家，我会打你一顿！再也不给买东西，不带你出去玩了！”看着严厉的'妈妈，我害怕地点点头。我的妈妈真是一个严厉的妈妈呀！
看，这就是我的妈妈，“橡皮泥妈妈”，有时只关心人家的孩子，不在乎自己的女儿；有时特别疼爱我，可有时又严厉得让我害怕！
（点评：妈妈是一个“橡皮泥”妈妈，题目较新颖，通过对妈妈三个方面的介绍，突出了妈妈关心人家的孩子、慈爱、严厉，这不同的特点，说明了妈妈是一个善变的妈妈，）
我又回到小学的作文【二】
If I were a boy again, I would practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was or inconvenient. If we want light, we must conquer darkness. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. There are only two creatures, says a proverb, Who can surmount the pyramids — the eagle and the snail.
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
我又回到小学的作文【三】
我回到了不会用火的时代。我感到浑身很冷，当睁开眼睛后，我惊讶地发现我的周围黑漆漆的，前方的尽头有一道光。突然，四、五个身影从光射进来的地方走进来。
他们慢慢朝我逼近，突然一只老虎“从天而降”，离我不远的人吓得大叫，向我飞奔而来。我借着亮光瞅一下那些人，他们一个个赤身裸体，只穿了用树藤和树叶编织成的内裤向洞口跑去。跑到洞口，我对他们说：“团结就是力！”那些不幸的.人们在我的带领下，一起向老虎冲了过去。乘着混乱我一个箭步冲到了他们的前面，一阵风似的朝老虎厮，洞窟里响起一遍喊声。
我狂奔到山下，接下来的二至三小时内，我围绕这座山走了一圈，发现这山上的洞大大小小一共有104个，里面都住有人，那些人冷的不得了，浑身冻得发抖，蜷缩着围着打来的猎物，有的用手撕着皮，有的抓着内脏吃，有的竟然还吸着动物的，它们个个满嘴满脸都是淋淋的。
“他们必须要有火！”我说。于是我到山顶上去找看有没有火石，我用来九牛二虎之力才爬上山顶，已经是傍晚了，我的肚子已经咕咕地叫着，饥饿威胁着我。我晕倒在山顶上。
一阵暴雨淋醒了我，我惊奇地看见山洞的外面有四五颗大树，于是，我跑到树下大喊大叫。突然，一道闪电从头顶劈打下来，正好打到了树木，绿油油的树瞬间变成红彤彤的火苗。看着那燃烧的树木我的心理不禁一阵惊喜！突然，周围的事物离我越来越远。“我的火，我的火！”我大声喊。
“火什么火？快点穿好衣服起来，我们到街上去买东西吧！”我的妈妈说。原来这是一场梦啊！
从此，我开始更加节约自然资源了。
我又回到小学的作文【四】
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
If I were a boy again, I would cultivate courage. Nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice, says a wise author.
We too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear. The fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear. Dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. Be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
我又回到小学的作文【五】
考场上一片安静，同学们都仔细的做着他们的数学题。而我，却被一道数学应用题给难住了，此时此刻，我脸上浮现出一丝烦躁的'表情。冤家路窄，应用题要我们根据题意列方程组并解答出来，虽然我会列方程组，但要我列，可就难倒我了。自言自语的我对着那道题小声地咒骂：“那么多个数字一道题，要我怎么列啊？”这道题想得我头都大了……突然耳边又想起他对我说的那句话“遇到困难，摔倒了，再一次站起来，重新去克服它。”秒钟嘀嗒嘀嗒地走了一圈又一圈，冥思苦想。终于，我成功的列出了并解出了最终答案，心里是那么地高兴……
提起那句话，可就得从我要上小学时的前两个月说起了。
那时候，我到了上学的年龄，因为学校离家远些，就想要骑自行车去。父亲便为我买了一辆崭新的自行车，但，我不会骑在一次父亲教我骑自行车的途中，他突然放开了车尾座，使骑在行车上的我从车背上摔下来父亲却站在旁边冷冷地对我说：“遇到困难，摔倒了，再一次站起来，重新去克服它”。后来……
直到现在，每当我遇到困难，耳边便萦绕着父亲曾经给我的那句话，这句话，总是激励着我不断前进。
我又回到小学的作文【六】
if i were a boy again, i would school myself into a habit of attention; i would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. i would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
the habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. i often hear grown up people say, “i could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although i wished to do so”, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
if i were to live my life over again, i would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. i wou
ld strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. it takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. it only needs early cultivation to become a power.
if i were a boy again, i would cultivate courage. “nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice,” says a wise author.
we too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear.” the fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear.” dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
if i were a boy again, i would look on the cheerful side. life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, i smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return.
inner sunshine warms
not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love.”
importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline.
if i were a boy again, i would school myself to say no more often. i might write pages on the doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.
if i were a boy again, i would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well. the smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.
finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, i would, if i were a boy again, i would still try harder to make others happy.
