"Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, joyful songs; Childhood footprints in bunches; Childhood stories in stacks." Does this song bring back memories of a wonderful childhood? Many things happened in those colorful years, not as bright as the stars. My childhood was wonderful, there are many things to remember ......
From the time I can remember, my great-aunt's class raised two chicks, as soon as there is time I went to my great-aunt's class to see the chicks, I do not know how long, the two chicks gradually grew up, and after a long time, the hens laid eggs, the eggs are going to hatch out the chicks, 21 days later, the smell of the sound can be Listen to a chick's cry, see this situation, hear this sound. I feel so sorry for the chicks, to help them when the hen and the rooster are not at home. The opportunity, finally came ......
That day, the hen went to find food for the little chicks, and the naughty rooster was not at home and ran out to play. Taking advantage of the great aunt did not pay attention to pick up an egg by hand, holding in the heart of the hand gently caressing, a serious said: "Chickens do not be afraid, a moment you will come to the world." Said, I no longer hesitate, peeled an egg, a with residual heat, not open eyes of the chicken "born", it looked at me, called twice as if to say: "Thank you, so that I come to the world as soon as possible." I can be happy, and peeled open the second, when I peeled to the fourth when the hen came back, saw me being "bullied" the snake's baby on the fierce cut me a mouth, and suddenly the blood flowed out, I cried and cried to find the aunt, aunt did not say I, but instead of laughing and crying, said: "Little fool, the chicken will not be born until a certain time. Chickens won't be born until a certain time! You will die if you deliver them like this." After hearing this, I rushed to look at the chickens. Sure enough, the ones I had just delivered were dying, while the ones I hadn't delivered were alive. I regretted it, but it was too late ......
While it was a long time ago, although I was still young and ignorant, but this incident has always spurred me on, let me go forward, never backward.
Childhood is a sea of joy. In the sea of memories, there are countless shells, some gray, evoking a sad past; some brilliant, reminding people of childhood fun. I was on that shore of memories, searching for the most beautiful shells, ah, found ......
At that time, I was only six years old, is the age of obsession with having a birthday. I like to have a birthday, because I will eat a big cake, and that time, a funny thing happened:
Busy all morning, I can finally eat the long-awaited cake! Look, the cake was big and round, covered with pure white cream, and piled with all kinds of cream flowers, as if smiling at me, lovely! The cake had "Happy Birthday" written on it in red jam. With the candlelight, the cake was so mouth-watering! I couldn't wait to eat it.
Finally, it's here! A large piece of cake was in my hands. I took a big bite, ah, it was really delicious! Sister suddenly laughed, this laugh makes me puzzled, a look in the mirror, heh, I rubbed a piece of cream on the nose, living like a clown! I couldn't help but laugh myself. Sister does not like to eat cream, is thinking about what to do, suddenly saw the cream on my nose, eyes bright, smiling, said "sister, come here!" I didn't even think about it and took a big step over. My sister told me to sit down, and she brought me a plate with my favorite cream on it. I thought she was going to give it to me and opened my mouth wide. "Splat", a cool piece of something stuck to my head, then my face, my chin, I knew it was cream, so I stuck my tongue out to lick it, but I heard a loud laugh. Went to the mirror and ha! In the mirror appeared a little fancy cat! My face was covered in cream, in one piece and in the other. My face was painted like a Peking Opera face paint by this "high class" cosmetic. No, the color of Peking Opera face is not so single, pure white cream in the mirror looks like a kitten's fur, I licked the cream, why not like a greedy cat! I laughed, too, and couldn't catch my breath. I, in a flash, turned into a greedy kitten!
Childhood anecdotes, pieces are like a colorful shell, these colorful shells, holding up my colorful childhood!
Hourly I am particularly naughty and mischievous, the following I will tell you about my childhood a funny thing.
Remember once home, I saw my father is lying in bed asleep, so my little head suddenly came up with a "bad" idea, is to paint "face", of course, not on paper, but ----- in the face of my father, painting. I first find out the pigment, pen and water, and then I carefully painted a big "king" word on the forehead of my father, and then use the yellow color of the earth in the face of my father around a bunch of golden spots, so that it is a tiger full of might, after the painting I was happy for my own "masterpiece" and also for my father. After the painting, I felt happy for my "masterpiece" and sorry for my dad's face because it was a pity that my dad's beautiful face was painted like this. I am happy to look at their own "masterpiece" when, suddenly dad woke up, looking at his face, I laughed loudly, dad looked at me inexplicably, when he saw the watercolor paint and water all over the place, looking at me that do not mean to laugh, dad rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror, when he found his face, has been painted by me into a line. When he found that his face had been painted by me, he did not care about the watercolor paint on his face, he flew into the house, grabbed me is a beating, beating me is a cooing and screaming, although this incident has been a long time past; but I still remember it in my heart.
You see! I was so naughty when I was young! Until now I think of it all feel funny!
Everyone's childhood there are many interesting things, of course, I am no exception, the following I will tell you about an interesting thing in my childhood.
It was a hot summer day when I was playing at my grandma's house, which is in the countryside, and she raised a lot of chickens. One day, my grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought, "Why are they like this, they go out without me. I had nothing to do in the house, so I wanted to go to the chicken coop to see what the chickens were doing. Just as I entered, I heard a "bang" and a hen laid an egg. I touched the egg curiously, it was hot and wet. A thought came to me. I thought, chickens can lay eggs, then all the chickens in the coop must be laying, let's dig out the eggs, grandma came back and saw so many eggs, won't praise me, maybe even reward me, right dig out the eggs! After thinking about it, I don't care how, grabbed a chicken to pull out, the chicken seems to know its own destiny as if, vigorously flapped its wings, want to escape, I'm, dead grasp of the chicken claws do not let go, to see whether it is powerful or I'm powerful, pulling out half a day did not pull it out, what's going on, how to pull out, difficult to pull out, is it my reward is gone? I don't believe it, this one can't pull out in pulling out another one, I casually throw the chicken, and go to catch other chickens, those chickens see me coming, one by one, jumping up and down, as if the mouse sees the cat, pulling legs and run, I, I don't let go, one by one, go to catch the chicken, this is not, not even half an hour, I'm about to turn into the chicken hair people. It was not easy to catch a chicken, I got on the hand to pull out, pulling out the chicken "ow" screaming, and did not pull out, and then grabbed a ...... pulling out this chicken straight foam, I also ...... grandma! They came back, saw my mess, can not help but laugh, asked the reason, not only did not praise me, but also trained me a meal, and later, I realized that in addition to the hen in the chicken coop, the rest are all roosters.
This is an interesting incident in my childhood, which is not only fun, but also reminds me that I should never do bad things with good intentions, because I can't steal chickens without picking up rice.
Childhood is seven colors, is enthusiastic, lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, that childhood anecdotes are like this?
I am a girl in the north, hourly I like to play in the ice and snow, snowball fights, pile snowman. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snow falls from the sky, one by one, a cluster, like silver flowers, like white butterflies. Looking between heaven and earth, the only thing you can see are snowflakes, like petals blowing to the ground, fluttering in succession; like the seven fairies scattering flowers, fluttering in the sky. People standing in the snow, like squatting in the gin, only to see countless cotton wool flowers whisked to you, to give you a cover of white flowers.
When I got up in the morning, the wind settled and the snow stopped. When I opened the door, a cold white light pierced my eyes. So my brother, cousin and I picked up a shovel and piled up a snowman in the yard, white body, round head, cinder blocks for black eyes, cotton pinched nose, and upward! Cousin painted the snowman's mouth with red ink, and it was grinning and laughing at us! My brother used a piece of red paper to make a beautiful hat for the snowman. The snowman became much more graceful! After the snowman was built, there was another big battle. My cousin threw a good snowball and attacked me when I wasn't looking, but luckily I missed. When I counterattacked my cousin, he had already been hit by my brother's snowball, which opened up a picture on top of his head, which filled the yard with laughter. Cousin was not convinced and picked up the snowball and attacked his brother, after one attack after another the laughter in the yard became even louder.
Childhood is so much fun! Childhood anecdotes bring me joy, childhood is so good.
Childhood anecdotes
Childhood is colorful, like the beautiful seashells on the beach; childhood is carefree, like the wave dolls all day long heckling; childhood is innocent and sweet, like a mountain stream in the clear spring water. Speaking of childhood, I can't help but think of a funny thing.
I remember that I was four or five years old, once, Grandma gave me and Ju Ju each a grain of high-grade milk candy that makes people drool at first sight, which can be our two "little greedy cat" to the bad, really happy.
The two of us couldn't bear to eat it. I said, "Let's eat it, okay?" "Okay, let's eat it together!" Juju agreed. I was quick on my feet and unwrapped it in two sittings, I took out the candy and stretched my neck to see Ju Ju's. I took one look at her candy and got anxious:
"Yours is bigger than mine!"
"Where? Mine's missing a bit here!"
"Hmph, mine dissolved!"
"Yours is rich in color and milk!"
"......"
We argued and argued to no avail, both feeling at a disadvantage. But as soon as we said we were going to switch, we turned around in a hurry, and no one wanted to. We started eating the candy, "1, 2, 3!" and we ate it together. Wow! It was so sweet, fresh and flavorful! After eating for a while, I said, "Take it out and see if you're bigger or I am!" "Yes!" Juju said, sticking out the candy on the tip of her tongue like a pug. When I saw it, I also stuck out my tongue like her, but she said she couldn't see it clearly, so I had to put the candy on the tip of my tongue, with half of it on the outside, and tried my best to stick my tongue outward. At this time, just a small dog to my feet, I can not dodge, the sugar on the tip of the tongue accidentally fell to the ground, really no coincidence, my whole body forward, my right foot right on the sugar, alas, how to do? It was too late, too soon, I didn't have time to come back to my senses, and my foot had already stepped on the "baby". I was so angry and furious: "You stinking dog, rotten dog, dead dog!" I aimed my foot at the dog's stomach, and the dog fled in fear. I lifted up my foot, broke off the sugar stuck on the sole with my hand, looked left and right, and couldn't throw it away. "Throw it away, do you still want to eat it?" Juju said sarcastically. I rubbed my two sticky candy-covered hands involuntarily, and my two eyes stared at Ju Ju's mouth, that is, let me look at the milk candy or not. I kept gagging, wishing she would spit out the candy and bite half of it for me. I couldn't look at it anymore, I just felt my nose sour, and my tears flowed down like broken beads: "Mom, I want to eat ...... sugar ...... I want to eat... ...Sugar ......"
Now, the old man of time has come and taken away childhood in a hurry. I wouldn't be as catty as I used to be for a grain of sugar, much less cry. Thanks to the old man of time, because he compiled childhood into a book of the purest, truest and most beautiful printed in our hearts.