I remember when I was four or five years old. Once, my grandma gave Juju and I each a high-grade toffee that made people drool, which made us two "little greedy cats" really happy.
Neither of us can eat. I said, "Shall we eat?" "Ok, let's eat together!" Juju agreed. I was quick with my hands and feet, and I took it apart once or twice. I took out the sugar and craned my neck to look at the chrysanthemums. I have a look at her sugar, nasty:
"Yours is bigger than mine!"
"Where? I'm a little short here! "
"Hum, mine is dissolved!"
"You have a strong color and a lot of milk!"
"……"
We fought for nothing and felt that we were suffering. But when I said I wanted to change, I quickly turned around and no one wanted to. We started eating sugar, "1, 2, 3!" "We eat together. Wow! Too sweet, too fresh, too fragrant! After eating for a while, I said, "take it out and see if it's you or me!" """Good!" Juju said, stick sugar on the tip of your tongue like a pug. I stuck out my tongue like her at first sight. She said I couldn't see clearly, so I had to put the sugar on the tip of my tongue, half of it outside, and try my best to stick out my tongue. At this moment, a puppy just stood in my way, and I couldn't dodge. The candy on the tip of the tongue accidentally fell to the ground. As luck would have it, I rushed forward with my right foot facing the candy. Well, what should I do? It's too late to say now, but it's too soon. Before I came to my senses, my foot was already on the "baby". I am really anxious and angry: "you smelly dog, rotten dog, dead dog!" " "I kicked the dog in the stomach and the dog ran away in fear. I lifted my feet, broke off the sugar stuck to the soles of my shoes with my hands, looked around and was reluctant to throw it away. " Throw it away. Do you still want to eat? "Zhu Zhu sarcastically said to me. I can't help rubbing my hands full of candy and staring at Juju's mouth, just let me have a look at the butterscotch. I kept swallowing, hoping that she would spit out the sugar and give me half a bite. I couldn't help it any longer, but my nose was sour and tears flowed down like broken beads: "Mom, I want to eat … sugar … I want to eat … sugar …"
Now, the old man of time came and took away his childhood in a hurry. I won't haggle over a candy like before, and I won't cry. Thanks to the old time, because he printed his childhood into the purest, truest and most beautiful book in our hearts. ■
An interesting childhood story often haunts my childhood dreams. I really want to stay awake like a sleeping beauty. If I were to describe an interesting childhood story, I would compare it to a flower, a fragrant flower; A box, a box with many secrets; Grape racks, grape racks full of countless grapes ... let's enjoy fairy tales together!
I still remember when I was only eight years old. My family had a little dog named Yue Yue. It had big eyes like jewels. At that time, it was just one month old. I fed it every day, but later I found that it didn't like milk and began to chew bones. I don't understand, and I thought, "Is milk not as delicious as bones?" . Once, I found it didn't drink milk or chew bones. I was very angry and used it to scratch the bones. It couldn't catch me, so it bit me. I cried and told my mother. Mother said, "Dogs naturally love to chew bones. You robbed their bones, and they won't bite you! " ! "。 I remember seeing a dog gnawing at a bone, I would hide far away and secretly watch it greedy.
And when I swam in my childhood dreams, I really wanted to pick that fragrant little flower myself; Open a box full of secrets and take out a secret; Pick that lovely purple grape ... ah! Childhood anecdotes really make me memorable.
Childhood fun
Everyone has a childhood, and interesting childhood stories are like all kinds of seashells by the sea, accompanied by seawater, shining with colorful brilliance, 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 the snow doll and trimming my 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.
1. Wash the salt like rice, because you dropped it! )
2. I accidentally swallowed orange seeds in my stomach. Because I was young and ignorant, I thought the seeds would germinate in my stomach, but I was afraid to eat them. If you are afraid of eating, you will give it.
I grew up in the countryside.
At that time, my father worked as a casual laborer in the iron foundry in the county, and my mother and grandfather lived in the countryside, a place with mountains and water.
Most children in the mountains don't like learning, because mountains and water give them a wider world. There is too much fun in life, so I don't care about studying.
As long as I can remember, there have been farm work and housework that can never be done at home. Every time I come back from school, I have to do a lot of things my mother told me before I can play. At that time, my father was in the city, and occasionally he would bring me some toys and picture books when he came home. These things were luxuries for children in the countryside at that time. At that time, my friends were jealous and envious of me, but at the same time they had to borrow their own rare picture books and toys. At that time, I became their "leader", often leading friends to play various games, and often taking the lead. Under such an "advantage" condition, I have developed a character of never giving up and being a little arrogant, which has not been completely corrected until today.
At that time, the favorite thing to do was herding cattle, which was naturally a relaxing and interesting thing. Of course, I don't mean herding cattle. All we have to do is drive the cows to the hillside and play something else. There are so many interesting things in the mountains that every season has its own way of playing.
Spring is the best season of the year, and there are all kinds of nameless wild flowers everywhere. The most is azalea. Azalea is mainly red, but also white and yellow, but it is extremely rare. I often pick a big bunch, then carefully arrange it and put it on my windowsill. Sometimes I pinch the petals and eat them. They taste sour. There is also a white wild gardenia in the mountains, which can be used for cooking. Walking around in the mountains, you can often pick up a big basket. Grandpa never promised to make it for me. He said that eating things that bugs have crawled over will hurt his stomach. I don't care that much. I can cook it myself. It tastes sour. Honestly, it's not delicious. Many plants have sprouted in spring, and there is a kind of tender stem to eat. It tastes sweeter and you can choose it at will.
Swimming is the happiest thing in summer. But my family won't let me swim. When I was very young, my mother asked someone to tell my fortune and told me that I was afraid of water. So I am very careful at home and never let me swim in those "pot bottom" ponds. But at that time, I saw my peers swimming happily in the pond, so I secretly began to learn when I was herding cattle or cutting firewood up the mountain. I remember once my uncle saw me coming home and told my mother. In the evening, my mother made me kneel on the washboard. Mother was very sad and kept asking if she would go next time. Although I can still remember it the next day, on the third day, as long as I have a few fun companions together, I will forget my mother's instructions. It was after this secret study and constant punishment that I learned to swim.
There was no TV in the village at that time. On summer nights, when I am tired of playing, I will go to my uncle's house and listen to all kinds of ghost stories. In which year and month did they go to live in the wheat field in the east of the village late at night before the household quota was fixed? When someone took a hat from behind on the way back from drinking, it turned out that the hat was caught in a branch ... We were scared as usual, but we couldn't help listening.
Autumn is a harvest season, and many wild fruits in the mountains are ripe at this time. Picking wild fruits is our happiest thing. Wild chestnuts are all on tall trees, but we are not afraid of the tallest tree and can climb it without making mistakes; Wild berries grow in thorns, so we jump into thorns to pick them ... often when we enjoy the fruits of victory, we are already scarred. Another exciting thing is to steal peaches from the orchard in the neighboring village and run after stealing them. It doesn't matter if the master finds out. They can't catch up with us anyway. Actually, you're not really trying to arrest us. You're just scared. When we thieves run away, we will stand there and laugh. After understanding this, we are more and more courageous and often return home with a full load. The spoils must be eaten outside and never let the family know. If you know, you will be spanked.
In winter, especially when it snows heavily, we will go out and have a snowball fight. A face is red, whether the snow hits the face or the neck. You can't be angry if you are hurt. Anyone who is angry will be left out by his partner. When you finish, you will make a snowman, but it never looks like a snowman. It doesn't matter, just use carrots as your nose and two briquettes as your eyes. If you have fun, grab a stick and break the snowman into pieces, then show it off. It is also a good time to catch rabbits in the mountains when it snows. Rabbits like to hide in the lee of cemeteries. As long as you bring your dog, as soon as you find it, the dog will go crazy until you get the rabbit back. The taste of rabbits is really great, and they can only be eaten once or twice in snowy years. Adults sometimes pick up muskets to fight, but they seldom get anything.
At the age of eleven, my family was very worried about my study. My mother asked one of her cousins to transfer me to a primary school in the county. Although I came back every weekend when I was studying, my life in the mountains was over by then. Outside, I found more new things, more things I don't understand. They attract me to understand it with greater attraction. Then I went to college and worked in the city where I studied after graduation. From then on, I began to enter a school where I will never graduate, to study the life I will never learn.
Everyone's childhood has many interesting things, and I am no exception. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.
It was a hot summer. I am playing at my grandmother's house. My grandmother lives in the country. She keeps a lot of chickens. One day, grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought, how can they not take me out? There is nothing to do in the house. I want to go to the henhouse to see what those chickens are doing. Hardly had I entered when I heard a bang. A hen laid an egg. This is very interesting. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it's hot and wet. Here's an idea. I think chickens can lay eggs, so all the chickens in the henhouse can lay eggs. Why don't you dig out the eggs? Grandma won't praise me when she comes back and sees so many eggs, and maybe she will reward me. Yes, dig out the eggs! After thinking about it, I caught a chicken and pulled it out regardless of the willy-nilly. The chicken seems to know its fate, flapping its wings and trying to escape. For me, I hold the chicken feet tightly to see if it is good or bad. I haven't pulled it out for a long time. What's the matter? Why can't I pull it out and the reward is gone? I don't believe this can't be pulled out. I want to pull out the other one. I threw the chicken casually and went to catch other chickens. When the chickens saw me coming, they jumped up and down one by one, and started to run like mice saw cats. For me, I won't let go and keep catching chickens. No, I'm going to be a feather man in half an hour. I finally caught a chicken, and I began to dig. The chicken I dug out screamed "Wow", but I didn't take it out, and then I caught another chicken ... I dug up the chicken and it was foaming at the mouth. My ... grandma came back. When they saw my mess, they couldn't help laughing and asked why. Grandma not only didn't praise me, but also gave me a lecture. Later, I learned that except for the chicken coop.
This is an interesting thing when I was a child. Not only is it fun, but it also warns me from time to time: stealing chickens and not eating rice, don't do bad things with good intentions.
Childhood fun
My childhood was very happy, and the story that happened at that time is still fresh in my memory. There is one thing that always makes me happy whenever I think of it. Because it brings me endless fun.
One day, when school was over, I saw many students gathered in front of me. I walked over curiously and saw a lovely box of ducklings. I bought one and a half when I asked. I picked it up and held it in my hand. Its small eyes look at me like two black beans and bark at me from time to time. And it's swaying in a lovely way. When I crouched down to get the plastic bag, it waddled away from me. I caught it back, still chanting: "This little thing is really naughty." Then, I put it in a plastic bag and named it "Scampy".
When I got home, I put it in a shoe box and put it on the table, lest it run out. However, it is not obedient. It grabbed the box with its wings first, and then jumped out of the box hard. Then it ran forward in despair and fell on the chair. It jumped off the chair again. Stumbling to come over, Ji Ji called me. I think it's hungry. I took some vegetables out of the refrigerator, carefully cut them into pieces and put them on a small plate. As soon as I picked up the plate, the duckling waddled towards me, only to see it flapping its wings and craning its neck eagerly. Before I could put the plate steady, it greedily ate it with its yellow flat mouth, like a small clip. In a short time, its mouth ate all the dishes on the plate like a small clip. The way it eats vegetables is really cute. I like it even more when I see it so delicious.
In the evening, Dad came back and made a window for Naughty with a cardboard box. Mother cooks for it and I pour it water. Like a little guest in my house. Once, I held its flat mouth with my fingers and lifted it. Its little paws immediately pedaled around like riding a bicycle. At this time, my father saw it and said anxiously, "Put it down quickly." I asked strangely, "Why?" "If you pull its mouth, it will hurt." I put it down immediately. I asked again, "Why does it hurt?" Dad said: "Although the duckling's mouth is hard, its mouth is also connected with meat. It will definitely hurt if you pull its mouth." I am ashamed to say to the duckling, "I am really sorry." At this time, Scampy called me twice. It seems to forgive me.
Since this duckling came to my home, it has added a lot of fun to my life. I still miss the duckling when I think of it.
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Childhood fun-catching fish
When I was a child, what I remember most was catching fish. When I was a child, I liked birds very much, but birds can fly, which is too difficult to catch.
I had to turn my head to catch the flightless fish. Oh! The path in my hometown is surrounded by streams and crystal clear.
There are many kinds of small fish we want in the stream, but they all come from small fish. We are against big fish.
I don't like it, because we didn't catch it for food, but we caught it and raised it in small bottles, so we don't want it.
Say, after raising, put some beautiful small stones in the bottle, and then pick some fresh water plants and put them in.
Go, put the bottle on the window of Xiao Mu. It looks really beautiful. You can throw some mosquitoes soon.
If the fly goes in, the fish will eat it. ......
There are many ways to catch small fish and raise them, such as fishing, rubbing, driving, forcing ... oh, many kinds, for small fish to eat.
Fishing is not so good, it is too small to fish; Rubbing is rubbing on the grass by the stream with a dustpan.
Rubbing into the grass, messing around with your hands in the grass a few times, scaring the fish out, and naturally running into the dustpan when it comes out, this
There is a very effective method, which I use the most. Hey! It's almost like coercion, a little.
Yes, catch means that one person is at one end of the stream, another person is at the other end of the stream, and then, one person is from one side.
Drive the small fish to the other side, and people there will wait for the fish to come in with dustpans or small net bags. This is used in some apartments.
In the creek of the bay; Force, on the contrary, is used in DC with high and low directions, because there are
If it is high and low, the water will naturally flow down quickly. If it is straight, it will be smoother, so as long as it is high.
Cut off the water, and then cut off the water in a low place (that is, cut off the water with mud), which is the purpose of these two cuts.
Point the fish in the middle, as long as the low mud dam opens a small mouth, the water will naturally flow away, as long as it is in the current.
Put a dustpan on the ground, and people just sit there and wait for the water to run out, until the water is almost dry, and the fish can be self-sufficient.
But you can see clearly, and there is nowhere to go, so naturally it flows into the dustpan together. Is it very casual?
Now there is the most thorough method and the most effective method, but the manpower will be relatively large, oh, that.
It is a fish, and this "fish" is an action. In this case, it means pouring out the water one by one. Catch it.
Anyone who has tried fish will understand that this method is aimed at those still waters, and the water area is large and deep.
The local method is the same as the forced start method, which is to cut off the water flow at one end of the stream and then to the other end.
Build a mud dam, then use tiles, wood blocks, hands, feet, anything, once and for all.
Don't worry, fish are unlikely to let you carry water.
Wait, the fish will hide on the other side, then you are almost finished soaking in water, and the fish inside is what you have in your bag.
You can catch it easily, but if you want to catch loach, don't forget to catch it under the mud, because even if
No matter how dry the water is, you won't see the loach, because it will drill deep under the wet mud, so you must
Find it yourself, huh! My method of catching fish, although it will end up with muddy water,
Sometimes when you catch fish, you may cut your feet by underwater sharp objects. Oh, but when you catch fish and go home,
You will still be very happy and happy! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Childhood is gold without impurities, and interesting things in childhood are the most powerful testimony.
When I was a child, I was most afraid of snakes. My cousin, who is two years older than me in the country, likes to play with snakes. One summer, I went back to my hometown to visit my grandparents. One day, my cousin took me to a small pond to play. Suddenly, I saw a small snake and looked at me with vicious eyes. As soon as my red tongue came out, my legs trembled with fear. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that my grandmother once told me not to be afraid and not to run when encountering a snake. First, mess up your hair and never let her count; Second, scare her with your tongue, make her feel unsafe and run away. When I thought of this, I immediately took off my headdress, messed up my tied hair and spat out my tongue. The snake was really upset and turned around and ran away. At this time, I want to shout: snake! My cousin rushed over, but the snake disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then my heart gradually calmed down. When I got home, I looked in the mirror. God, my hair is a mess, like a haystack Grandma pulled my hair seriously and said, "Little ancestor, where did you get the eggs?" Hey, grandma used my hair as a chicken nest!
Another time, I chased pigs like my grandmother. The dirty old sow is groaning, and I proudly hold the whip. I thought to myself, if the pig wants to run, this young lady's whip will not spare you! Unexpectedly, this time the pig was very good and went back to the pigsty immediately after eating. My plan failed, and my hands are itchy. I made much ado about nothing and smoked at that pig. The old sow doesn't smoke, but she smokes on the little pig, and the little pig squeaks. At this moment, the old sow turned her head and rushed towards me. I was so scared that I threw down my whip and ran into the house, shouting desperately, "grandma!" " "Grandma hurried out of the room and saw my mess. She smiled and said, "honey, are you driving the pig or are the pigs driving you?" I was afraid and ashamed, and plunged into my grandmother's arms.
Childhood is like a starry sky, beautiful and secluded; Children's interest, like stars, illuminates the starry sky and makes the originally dark starry sky a little brighter.
Childhood fun
In real life, it is either too complicated or too dull. How long has it been since I saw the stars and scenery on the roadside? I just keep going and go to school. Graduation ceremony. I worked, got married, wanted to succeed, wanted a better life, and even left no memories, but what left a deep and beautiful memory was an ignorant childhood.
The pen pal sent a homemade childhood scene and asked, "Is your childhood like this?" I smiled and said that my childhood was better and happier than her. Yes, childhood is a pure land of my mind, but with the passage of time, the pressure of work is getting farther and farther away from me, but my memory is getting clearer and clearer in my mind. . . . . .
Those childhood playmates are the most precious part of memory. There are only seven or eight people about my age in the village, and they are free at night. The river to the east of the village has become our playground in summer. Boys naturally jumped in naked, while girls were timid only by the river, but they caught little loach frogs to scare us. So once, when they jumped into the river, I took their clothes, put them in the cornfield by the river, and then went to play. I didn't expect that when I was young, I forgot everything when I played. Later, for this matter, I was severely beaten by my mother. But since then, I have established my status as a ghost among my friends, and they all call me boss with confidence.
There is a big garden behind our hometown, which is full of all kinds of big trees. In summer, my friends and I go to the garden to enjoy the cool. Suddenly one day, I suddenly had an idea to build a hut, so that when the weather is cool, we will have a home. So under my command, many big branches are difficult to break off from the trees and become materials for building huts. When we were immersed in the excitement of having a cool home, the warning of the brigade secretary came from the village loudspeaker, because my mother was the director of the women's Federation in the village at that time and I was the first to be named. Of course, this time, my mother not only gave me a good beating, but also punished me to reflect in the yard until midnight 12. I remember that our yard was very big at that time, and I stood there alone, empty and scared as a rabbit. Now that I think about it, the feeling of fear at that time was like the end of the world, and I vowed never to make trouble again.
I smiled and remembered the absurd things I did when I was a child, and felt that time was really full of innocence, elegance and childishness. Once I talked to my mother and said that our sister was beaten with a stick when she was a child. Mom said, yes, think about it. You have so many sisters, your father works outside, and I'm exhausted from doing so much work alone. You are too naughty, you won't be punished if you make a mistake, you won't change, you can't remember, especially you, you don't behave like a boy, so you get the most beatings ~ ~ ~ ~ Now she has gone back to her hometown in the village, and my childhood partner is still there.
When I think back to my childhood, the river full of memories in my hometown, the mountain full of laughter, and the winding caves on the mountain, the smiling faces of my friends often sway in front of my eyes and always linger. . . . . .
I hope you are satisfied with my answer.
In the long river of my memory, there are countless past events, some happy, some sad, some surprising, some ridiculous ... They are like exquisite shells, which are treasured in my mind. To say that a shell is the most full of childhood happiness and interest, it is this one. ...
It was a summer day, and the unique warm wind in summer caressed everything, and there were crisp and pleasant insects singing from time to time. I got up early and walked alone in the Woods, humming the children's songs I just learned, and gradually merged with nature.
Suddenly, there was a rhythmic song in my ear. I stopped singing, held my breath and listened carefully, and the song gradually became clear. "cicada, cicada ...", ah! It turns out that cicadas are singing loudly!
I can't help but feel heartache at the thought of cicadas. A few days ago, Zhang, the little brother of my neighbor's family, caught a few cicadas and looked cute. I still won't let go after a long time. So, I ran home, prepared all kinds of tools one by one, and skipped back to the Woods.
At this time, the forest is so quiet, and the long cicada singing adds a little elegance to it. I took a step quietly and lurked under the tree.
I have long heard that cicadas are very alert, and they will run away at the slightest sign of trouble. Sure enough, I hugged the trunk and rose vertically, but the bamboo pole accidentally grazed the leaves, and the cicada had flown without a trace.
This time, I was more careful and climbed the tree quietly. While the cicada was enjoying the sunshine and breeze, I quickly put out the bamboo pole. As soon as the sticky gluten of the sugar juice touches the cicada, it sticks firmly to it, and no matter how it struggles, it can't escape. In this way, a small and lovely cicada came into my hand.
Ah, this is still a cicada that has just shed its skin! Soft and light wings, delicate body and black pearl-like eyes are simply a vivid elf! Holding it, I couldn't help singing happily: "Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..."
Time has passed, and I still remember it clearly. Whenever I think of the scene at that time, I always smile.
Childhood fun
In my childhood memory, when I mentioned my father, I couldn't help thinking of the word fishing. Dad is not good at sports, but he has a soft spot for fishing. He can make friends with fish: he often fishes and can catch fish. So in this atmosphere, I also like fishing.
I fished a dozen times when I was a child, but what I remember best is the time when a family of three went fishing in the suburbs.
The fish pond is very big and there are many kinds, but after picking and choosing, I chose a more affordable carp pond for camping. Every fishing is a contest between my father and me, so when we are ready, the game begins. I stared into the distance, convinced that I must have caught more fish than my father. So, I tried my best to suck up the milk and throw it away. With a whoosh, the fishing rod came out of its sheath like lightning and plopped into the water. That momentum scared a fish to death! Slowly, the float came up, and I thought to myself: which poor stupid fish will rush up? But ten minutes later, I didn't even see a bubble, so I raised my fishing rod in frustration-wrong! The bait is gone! Fish also has advanced weapons and improved equipment. Is it better than me? Or is the fish morally corrupt? The kind that can be done by deception and kidnapping? Hey! Give Yumen an ideological education lesson before going fishing next time. My mother saw that I was angry and looked at my father, who was also empty-handed. She didn't do anything until she started blowing, "Idiot! I haven't adjusted one for such a long time. If I were you, all the fish in this lake would take the bait! "
As a result, either dad was stimulated or he was lucky enough to catch a stupid fish (in short, it was not strength) and it was not small! Mom started the father-son relationship again, and as a result, we were both hit, but dad's hit played a positive role, and soon there were two or three more fish; The blow I received had a negative impact. I forgot what the fish looked like, and I didn't take the bait.
There must be something wrong with mom's watch. How can two hours be faster than blinking? I'm leaving. Take a look at dad's fish basket, five! This is a lie! It's absolutely a lie! (Actually, it's nothing.). I am looking at mine. No more. At the urging of my mother, my father began to close the pole. I still don't give up, clamoring for a job. So, in the eyes of my parents, I left my last job behind and had no hope at all. I almost fell asleep watching the floating fish because of the fluctuation of the lake. One minute-the water surface is as usual; Two minutes-the water is as usual; Three minutes-water is as good as ever-and so on! Suddenly, the floating object began to sink at a speed of 3000 light-years per second. I braced myself and subconsciously grabbed the fishing rod on the shelf. Half a second passed and the float was still sinking, so I decided it wasn't the fish testing the truth. I tried to mention: I thought it was a big fish, but the result was too hard. I lifted the fish directly out of the water and hung it in mid-air. That is a small crucian carp. Looking at it, I am stupid "two!" I called it out (anyone who has fished knows that there are two hooks in the handle). Kill two birds with one stone! This is the first time I have seen a pair of dumb fish. Mom and dad are also shocked, unprecedented and unheard of (at home)! Dad was shocked, too. It's really rare. At that time, I was flattered and kept exclaiming, and then I laughed to the sky and felt that I was too powerful. Although the total number of drops is not as good as dad's, it is definitely better than dad's. So I kept bragging about my genius all the way, and I was so happy that I got carried away. I still remember that fishing vividly. Although I once caught 22 crucian carp in one breath, the specific scene at that time has gradually forgotten, and this encounter will never be forgotten. I liked fishing when I was a child. I like it now and I will like it even more in the future. It seems that fish and my family have a deep friendship!