I remember when I was 6 years old, I saw my mother's cooking was fragrant and crisp, and I wanted to be a little chef like my mother. Mom knows what I think and readily agrees!
The first dish I cooked that day was "cold cucumber". I patted the cucumber with a kitchen knife first. That guy is really heavy. It's hard for me to pick it up. I carefully put the knife in front of the cucumber. "Pa", a hard beat, the kitchen knife smashed the tender cucumber to pieces. I cut the cucumber into small pieces with a knife, happily put the cucumber on the plate, took out the seasoning and sprinkled it carefully like my mother, for fear that the mixed food would not taste good. After a while, the food was ready. After my mother tasted a piece of cucumber, she said to me, "My son is great. Cold cucumber is delicious! " It's just that the salt is a little less and the taste is a little weak. "After listening to my mother's words, I was both happy and puzzled: What is salt? How to put more, light dishes will be sweet and delicious, isn't it a magical "powder" ...
So I thought about the answer to this question in front of the little chef. Finally one day, I woke up from my dream and naively thought that salt was equal to the "essence" of food! With it, food will be sweet and delicious, with less salt and more salt! After reaching this conclusion, I jumped around happily, looking forward to coming to my mother early tomorrow to see how great her son is! But I can't let my mother know the secret. If my mother knew, her cooking would be as delicious as mine.
The next day I crept into the kitchen and prepared another cold cucumber, which was super delicious! I'm going to wash vegetables, shoot vegetables and put seasonings first, and then show my "cooking tips". I'll look around in case my mother sees me. I was ecstatic after confirming that everything was all right. I immediately took out the salt pot and put seven or eight spoonfuls of salt into the dish with a small spoon. This just contentedly clean up the kitchen and give the dishes to my mother.
My mother's eyes lit up when she saw my cooking. She picked up chopsticks and ate a cucumber. She is too salty. She just wants to drink water. She asked me strangely, "son, how did you prepare food today?" Why is it so salty? Didn't you mix well a few days ago? " After listening to my mother, I panicked. How did this happen? Wouldn't it be better to put more salt? I also picked up chopsticks and took a bite of cucumber. Wow, it's too salty! It's terrible. My tongue is numb. It turns out that salty dishes don't taste better. ...
Now, whenever I see mixed cucumbers, my face always turns red involuntarily. Through cooking, I gradually figured out a truth: no matter what you do, you must have a "degree". Too much or too little is not good. Only when it's just right can you do things well.
Yes! Childhood is like a string of beautiful pearls in your palm, each of which will make you laugh!
Everyone has a childhood, and interesting childhood stories are like all kinds of shells on the seashore, shining with colorful brilliance accompanied by seawater, and countless. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is also my most unforgettable childhood story.
I remember when I was a child, when I was born, there was an orange tree in my yard and it was with me. I often carve a mark on the trunk with a knife to measure whether I am growing taller every day. Looking at those horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to chickens. .......
Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things, such as bathing snow dolls and shaving eyebrows ... and so many interesting things. Silly things make up that colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not that stupid. I believe that childhood anecdotes will definitely become the best memories in my life.
Happy summer vacation life is like a flowing stream. This "stream" is singing cheerful songs all the time, among which "Catch Shrimp" is a very beautiful song.
It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon, and Grandpa Sun smiled and sprinkled his fiery red "Jin Jian" on the earth. The whole earth suddenly became a big stove. Under the leadership of the teacher, we rushed to the shrimp farm in the scorching sun. First, we saw an oval shrimp pond. This shrimp pond is like a piece of green jade. When a breeze blows, layers of ripples immediately appear on the water. It's beautiful. The uncle of the shrimp farm saw us "visiting", busy smiling, holding umbrellas, distributing bait and net bags ... The students sat in the ideal position with shrimp poles and stools, and the quiet shrimp pond suddenly became lively.
I took a shrimp fishing tool to a place where I thought it was easy to catch shrimp. I sat down and began to "work". I put the chicken heart on the shrimp hook and threw it into the water. Then I quietly waited for the shrimp to "patronize". About fifteen minutes later, the float fixed on the water jumped up and down several times, and my heart kept beating with the float. I held the shrimp pole tightly with both hands and pulled it up suddenly, but the bait I raised was gone, and even the shadow of the shrimp was gone. This guy is really cunning. I put on shrimp bait again and threw the shrimp hook into the water. After a while, the buoy jumped several times. This time, I'm not in a hurry. At this time, the buoy suddenly sank into the water. As soon as I saw the time was ripe, I suddenly lifted the pole. But who would have expected that the shrimp escaped with a trick of "golden cicada shelling" This time, I was so angry that I wanted to throw down the shrimp pole and stop fishing. It happened that the teacher came up to us and said, "Children, be patient in everything you do. This shrimp bite hook can be' tricky'! Drag the bait around first, and then drag it to a safe place to have a taste. Don't be impetuous. "
After listening to the "secret" spread by the teacher, I threw the shrimp hook down again. After a while, the shrimp was hooked. I slowly put the dying shrimp into the net. After winning the first battle, I threw the hook into the water again, waiting for the next "enemy" to attack. ...
Unconsciously, the day is approaching the zenith, and this seemingly simple thing that we return home with "trophies" tells us a truth: patience and perseverance are the "cornerstones" of our career, otherwise we will accomplish nothing.
Childhood fun
Childhood is a charming painting, outlining how many touching and interesting stories I have; Childhood, a melodious piccolo, played my pure and beautiful fantasy; Childhood is a bunch of beautiful flowers, childhood laughter is like the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, and beautiful petals are like memories. Childhood anecdotes are my most unforgettable thing.
I went back to my grandmother's house once when I was a child. At grandma's house, my favorite thing to do is to watch the little donkey eat hay every morning. This morning, I went to see the little donkey "eat breakfast". Before coming to the donkey shed, the little donkey has begun to "eat" leisurely. I stood on tiptoe, lying beside the hay rack with great interest, cocked my head and watched a simple and honest donkey chewing hay, which was particularly interesting. After watching it for a while, I felt a pain in my scalp. I looked left and right and found nothing. Suddenly, I found a black line stuck to the donkey's big die. I became curious and jumped back into the house to get to know my mother. Who knows, before I could speak, my mother opened her eyes in surprise, froze for a long time, and then burst out laughing. My second monk-puzzled, my mother smiled and pushed me to the mirror, pretending to be angry and saying, "Silly girl, see for yourself." I stood in front of the mirror in a daze. I really don't know. I was shocked when I saw it. I don't know when I lost a hair on my left side. "What the hell is going on?" My mother stared at me and asked me angrily and funny. So I faltered and told the story of watching donkeys eat grass. "No wonder," my mother patted my little head, "you must have hung your hair in the haystack for the donkey to eat?" . I suddenly realized: "No wonder my head ached when I was watching the donkey eat grass just now, and I saw black lines on the donkey's teeth!" " "Mother said helplessly," Forget it, I can't pick up my hair either. Stay like this, learn from a mistake, and don't be so stupid in the future. "I listened to my mother's words, looked at myself in the mirror and thought about what I had just done, but I couldn't help laughing.
This is my colorful childhood, the first step in my life, the first footprint of my growth and progress, and the first stop of my future journey. Childhood is my happiest time.
My childhood was colorful, and many interesting things happened in my childhood, such as the stars in the sky. The brightest and brightest one is that one.
One Sunday noon, my mother was sleeping soundly. I was only four years old then. I have no fun. I wandered around the room and somehow came to the mirror. Ah! Why is there a "person" who looks like me walking in front? It's okay if I don't touch it. I was shocked when I touched it. That "man" is actually flat, and he still holds out his hand as if to touch me. I quickly backed off. Ok, how dare you imitate me and see how I deal with you. I slapped, the "person" slapped, I slapped, and the "person" slapped. Oh, it hurts. I feel horrible. I am flat and can move. You can learn from me and hit people. It is broken. It must be a monster. I quickly ran to my mother's bed, grabbed her hand and shouted, "Mom, there is a strange thing over there. He hit me." My mother magically asked me what it was, but I kept pulling my mother in front of the mirror. Strange, there is another monster. I quickly hid behind my mother and couldn't help shivering. Mom looked at it and smiled. I asked, "Mom, what are you laughing at?" Aren't you afraid? "My mother turned to me and said," This is a mirror, not a monster at all. Look at that. "I saw my mother swaying from side to side, and the people in the mirror also swayed from side to side. After my mother told me, I realized that the mirror can "print" people, and people can see their own shadows in the mirror. No wonder it can do what I do!
Now whenever I think about it, I still laugh out loud!
There is a song that says: childhood is sunshine, childhood is like a dream ... indeed, childhood life is relaxed and happy, just like a wonderful turntable, which often turns out interesting things you didn't expect, with endless aftertaste, making people laugh when they want to.
I remember when I was young, I was still in kindergarten, and my mother always came to pick me up. Every day I get ready to go out, but my mother still wipes her face in the mirror. I urged impatiently, "alas! My good mother! What a waste of time you always wear makeup! Don't hurry! " My mother said slowly but seriously, "dear baby, makeup can make my mother beautiful." Do you think my mother looks much better now? " Don't say, the dressed mother is really radiant. So "make-up can make people beautiful" is deeply imprinted in my mind.
"Everyone loves beauty", and I also want to make myself beautiful. Finally, one day, when my parents are not at home, I can take the opportunity to become "beautiful". I came to the bathroom while thinking, wiped my face with a towel first, and then came to my mother's dresser with great interest. Wow! Lots of things! There are powder, lipstick, eyebrow pencil, perfume and some bottles and boxes I can't name. "What should I use?" I recall my mother's usual makeup steps, right! Powder first. I immediately picked up the compact, carefully opened it and wiped it on my face with a sponge pad, haha! There's nothing on my face. I was happy and nervous, so I kept rubbing it a few times. Finally, I took a closer look. When did I plant myself in a noodle jar? My hands, body and hair are covered with powder. Whatever, it will look good when it's finished, I think. So he grabbed the eyebrow pencil and carefully changed it according to his eyebrows. In a short time, two eyebrows became "loach", thick and big. Finally, I painted my mouth with lipstick over and over again until it looked like I had drunk watermelon juice. I proudly looked in the mirror, looking at me in the mirror beyond recognition, psychologically very proud. Think about my mother always praising me for being better than her. If she sees me more "beautiful" today, she will be unhappy.