It happened when I was five years old, and it has been five or six years. I like shrimp very much. My mother always cooks shrimp for me once or twice on Saturday and Sunday. I eat it with relish every time. Where's my mother? She always eats bitter shrimp heads and always gives me delicious shrimp meat. At that time, when I was young, I always thought my mother loved shrimp heads. Then, a ridiculous and childish thing happened.
Once, my father bought three grilled shrimps from outside and told me to go to the kindergarten to eat them in the morning. Ah! How delicious this shrimp is! How charming the color is! On the way to the kindergarten, I couldn't help but be tempted and was about to eat. At this moment, I thought of my mother. My mother usually gives me the best food. This time, I want to give my mother the best food! What does mom like best? I thought about it, and finally came up with a shrimp head, a shrimp head. Because my mother only eats shrimp heads every time she eats shrimp, she doesn't eat shrimp bodies, so I conclude that my mother likes shrimp heads best. I plucked the first of the three shrimps and ate them with relish.
When I was sleeping in kindergarten at noon, I was afraid that three shrimp heads would be found by the teacher, so I took them out of my pocket and pressed them under my pillow. When I was sleeping, I also had a dream. I dreamed that when my mother took me home, I took out three shrimp heads for her to eat. When my mother saw it, she happily praised me for being sensible and rewarded me with a large piece of chocolate. Therefore, I am very eager to see my mother pick me up early.
Finally, my mother came to pick me up after school in the afternoon. I was ecstatic and ran to my mother in three or two steps. "mom! Look what good things I brought you! " Say happily.
"Oh, what is it?" Mother said gently as usual.
"I'll show you outside." I blinked mysteriously.
Outside, I asked my mother to close her eyes and count "3,2, 1". Mother smiled when I held three dried shrimp heads in my hand. I seem to feel that my mother's smile is not sweet, and I smiled reluctantly and awkwardly, and my eyes seemed to be shining with tears. She kissed me, touched my head and said, "Silly child, how can mother love to eat her head?" Then he said softly, "Thank you!" I listened, smiled and looked at my mother in confusion. Since my mother doesn't like shrimp heads, why does she always? ...
When I grow up, I gradually understand. I feel funny when I think about it, and I feel guilty for my childish behavior. I deeply realized my mother's love for me, and I love my mother even more!
Farewell, my beautiful childhood, the childhood with colorful pebbles; Farewell, my wonderful childhood, the pure childhood of games; Goodbye, my wonderful childhood, my childhood with free kites, but people always have to grow up. We bid farewell to childhood and walked towards our youth. It was just a very attached childhood, just-farewell, my wonderful childhood was full of joy.