One thing, although it has been more than half a year, is still fresh in my memory, as if it just happened yesterday.

I remember that it was a Sunday afternoon in a hot summer. The sun was scorching the earth, and my mother took me shopping in the mall. Pedestrians on the road have propped up umbrellas, and the cicadas keep screaming, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! "

It's really annoying.

I really don't know if I don't go in. I was shocked when I went in. There is a sea of people in the shopping mall, like a huge oven, which is "baked" in less than three minutes. I hold my mother's hand tightly and sweat a lot. After coming out, my mother saw that I was too hot to stand, so she bought me an ice cream to eat. I think, this is really a timely help! I ate while thinking, and an ice cream was "destroyed" by me, and the ice cream paper was casually thrown into a trash can. Just listen to "when"

With a bang, the ice cream stick rolled to the ground. I took a glance and walked on.

After a few steps, I heard a cry of milk: "Little sister, little sister!" " I turned around and saw an eight-or nine-year-old boy pointing at the ice cream stick on the ground, which was very dazzling on the clean road. "A little boy is in charge of one of my cadres."

I think. "Ignore him!" I never looked back, so I caught up with my mother in three steps and two steps.

"Little sister is not good, little sister is not good! The teacher said that SARS has just happened recently, so we should protect the environment and prevent SARS. " After he finished, he carefully picked up the ice cream stick and stuffed it into the trash can, then he safely ran to the side to play.

I looked up in amazement, from my neck to my ears: an eight-year-old boy has such a profound understanding of environmental protection, not to mention me, a fourth-grade brigade cadre!

A trifle.

This morning, I got another scar on my hand. How did this scar come from? If you say it, you will laugh at me. Well, if you don't spit it out, say it, and you can laugh if you like.

The thing is this: after we finished breakfast in the morning, the whole family went shopping together. On the way to the vegetable market, I was feeling very boring when there happened to be a burning plastic bag burning in front of me. I immediately ran over to put out the fire, because I knew that if the fire was too big, it would burn the nearby trees, which was very dangerous. But what can be put out with such a big fire? At this time, I saw a pile of old bricks along the road, and I wanted to put out the fire with bricks, so I lifted a brick and threw it at the fire. There was only a bang, and sparks flew everywhere, like a plastic bag exploded.

Ah, it hurts. My right hand hurts like a needle. When I touch it with my left hand, the back of my right hand is covered with hot liquid and plastic skin, and immediately blisters, large and small, appear. It turned out that there was a pool of water under the plastic bag that was already very hot by fire. When the brick was smashed, the water splashed together with the burnt plastic skin, just falling on my right hand. After a while, the scalded skin fell off, and the blisters on the hands were bigger than peanuts.

My hand has been hurting this morning, and I can't write. My mother took me to Wangjing Hospital. The doctor punctured the injured blister, put some medicine on it, and gave me an infusion. My mother looked at my painful face and said to me, look at you. I know you want to put out the fire, but it's not enough to have good ideas. You have to use your brains and scientific methods to do things. If you do this rashly, you will have an accident.

It seems that my mother is right. If I had observed carefully and used my head, this scar would not have fallen on me. Once learned, I will remember the lesson this time.