Composition: Picking up the fun in childhood

The grass is green, and the spreading sadness interprets not only the footsteps of people leaving, but also the joyful footsteps of childhood.

The willows are green, and the flying flakes are not only decorated with the sentimentality of youth, but also the light longing of childhood.

The wild geese flew away, and the light wings took away an exquisite and clear childlike innocence.

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Recently, I read "Top Ten Classic Snacks of Childhood" which is widely circulated on the Internet, and I can't help but recall the beautiful childhood days. "The sound of spring is unforgettable, especially when returning from class in Jiangnan." The most unforgettable time is the time after school.

There was countless fun on the way out of school. I remember that there seemed to be an abandoned warehouse, but it was our paradise at that time. We have countless happy memories there, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is our "Disneyland".

There is a pile of white boulders piled here and there in the overgrown yard. That is our "maze". I have to walk on it several times every day, and every time I have to "find a unique path" and then show it off in front of the children. There is also a huge steel plate. Because there are wooden pads underneath, it wobbles when you step on it, just like the seesaw in the kindergarten today, which is endless fun. Especially at noon, the steel plate was heated by the sun and swaying on it. It was so comfortable. I really wished that time could stop at this moment. After school at noon, we can only wander around a few times reluctantly. Playing at night after school is the most enjoyable because there is no time limit. We always have to wait until the sunset casts its last light on the grass before we linger. The footsteps leave our paradise.

The stalls at the school gate are also a wonderful place. Those vendors are like magicians who always create various gadgets that make us salivate and tempt our poor little wallets.

Speaking of food, it is enough to make your mouth water and the scorpions swarm. The more classic ones include "Tangxi", "Kangleguo", "嗍喽米" (transliteration), "Rice Krispy Treats", "Tanghua", etc. I can't stop drooling as I write this.

Target syrup, it seems to be quite unhygienic now. It is made by boiling white sugar into a thin paste, adding some coloring and sesame seeds, and it becomes our delicacy. Put two wooden sticks in the syrup and stir it. , a small group formed, some were divided into five groups, and some were divided into two groups. It didn’t take much money to resolve the slander. In those days when sweets were a little scarce, it was "Oooh Milk Candy."

Kangle fruit, I still can’t figure out the origin of this name. Maybe eating it makes you healthy and happy. I agree more with the word "happy". At that time, the kangle fruit was yellow, crispy and sweet. It does bring us a lot of happiness. This kind of snack should belong to what is now called "crude fiber". It is made of corn. It is a large machine like a small train with a magical little mouth. Just put the corn and saccharin in, and there will be A steady stream of kangle fruit spits out from its small mouth. The bite is sweet and crispy, and the quality is definitely no worse than the current "Wangwang Snow Cake".

Sweet honey, I think it should be an evolution of sugar syrup. As long as you pour it into the mold when the sugar is about to solidify, something similar to fruit sugar will appear, but it is smaller than fruit sugar. The shape of the candy should be nice-looking, such as heart-shaped, animal-shaped, etc. There should be a small stick under the candy so that you can hold it in your hand easily. After buying one (5 cents per piece, quality is guaranteed), I always hold it in my hand and play with it for a while before licking it clean with my tongue to my satisfaction. This stuff is more durable and you can usually lick it. Seven or eight minutes.

Rice Krispy Treats can still be found in supermarkets, but they are already packaged. This kind of food is made of rice cornflakes glued together with sugar and cut into rectangular pieces. It is sweet and crispy when you bite it. The texture is really incredible.

Sugar painting, it is really gourmet art, it is no exaggeration to call it art. Before you do it, you have to hand over fifty cents (which is not a small amount for us), and then you are asked to dial a small pointer on a disk. There are various small animals drawn around the disk. There are naughty puppies, carps leaping over the dragon gate, phoenixes spreading their wings, and happy little pigs... What kind of candy seller's uncle would scoop out a piece of sugar from the steaming pot of sugar? Spooning the boiled sugar, his hand slowly tilts the small spoon, and the sugar juice will drip on the smooth "drawing board". As the "art master"'s pen moves, the small animal you selected will appear. You will jump on the "drawing board", and you will see someone using a thin knife to pry it, and the exquisite work of art can be handed over to you. Usually you are reluctant to eat it first, and always hold it in your hand slowly. Appreciate it slowly, then eliminate it one bite at a time. I remember once I drew a phoenix. It was very beautiful to make, and it was much bigger than those kittens and puppies. I didn’t want to eat it, so I carried it a long way to show it to my sister at home. After one look, the two happy little guys reluctantly ate it.

In addition to food, there is also a lot of fun to do. There are glass balls that boys are obsessed with (we call them Ryukyu, I don’t know if my writing is correct or not), rough cards (a rectangular card with a pattern printed on it), etc.

Of course, many times we cannot afford these "luxuries", so most of them can only use square things folded from waste paper. Everyone has to fold dozens of them, and they always have to compete with each other to see who has the most (what we called back then) "piaji").

In addition to these, there are also celebrity stickers that girls like. At that time, most of the celebrity stickers were Hong Kong and Taiwan stars. They always stuck their favorites into books or diaries, and had to take them during class. Come out and show off with your classmates and compare who is more beautiful and who is more beautiful.

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Such a happy time can only be described as "if you don't think about it, you will never forget it". My clumsy pen cannot reproduce the crystal-like time, but it will always be hidden deep in my heart. No matter how the years pass, it will never fade.

When I was a child, I was a veritable "stingy man". I listed the refrigerator at home as my personal property. The refrigerator is filled with chocolates, chicken feet, and other favorite foods, so I will defend my refrigerator to the death. My parents always tease me and say, "I'm going to the refrigerator to get something to eat!" When I hear this, I feel like a disaster is imminent, so I rush to the refrigerator, stretch out my hands, hug it, and don't let them get closer.

Although I am a girl, I really like playing with guns, so my father bought me a simulated revolver with plastic beads as bullets. It was great! After getting it, the first target I thought of was Old Man Liu. He is a lonely old man who always lives alone. He had a small garden where he planted some flowers and plants. My friends and I went to see it, but he kicked it out every time, so everyone disliked him very much. That day, I used my gun to hit the window of his house. Unexpectedly, the glass broke! Oh, God can understand me, who would have thought that plastic bullets are so powerful! Trouble came when he went to my mother and described the "crimes" I had committed. As a result, my mother paid for his glass and "killed" my gun.

What impressed me the most was my "personal concert" every weekend. Every weekend, my uncles and aunts would go back to my grandma's house for a reunion dinner. After dinner, I would stand on the "Simmons" bed and sing and dance for everyone. I remember there was a very popular song called "The Most Romantic Thing" at that time. Because it was easy to learn, it became one of my "hit songs". I didn't know much about reading at that time, so I didn't pay attention to the lyrics and always imitated them based on the general tone. When I sang this song to my family for the first time, they all laughed. I sang passionately: "The most romantic thing I can think of/is to sell computers with you..." I angrily asked them why they were laughing, but no one answered me - they all laughed so hard. Aha, actually I don’t understand why the most romantic thing is selling computers? This really bothered me!

Oh, childhood, what a beautiful and sacred word! You are the paradise that I will miss and cherish forever!

Here, I want to talk about pointing to the moon when I was a child. I still clearly remember that I was only five years old at the time. One summer night, my friends and I were enjoying the cool air on the platform. I looked at the silver disk-like moon in the sky and said, "How wonderful the moon is. If I could reach Just go up and play on the moon." "No, the moon is not good at all," said He Ming, who was only four years old. "Why?" I was confused. He Ming raised his mouth and pointed at his ears and said, "Look, this is what was cut by the moon after I pointed at it." When I saw it, He Ming's ears were "rotten", which was scary. From then on, I often looked away and stared at the moon in a daze. Is such a beautiful moon really so fierce?

It was another night with a bright moon in the sky. I really wanted to point at the moon, but having my ears cut off was no joke. I also thought that not much of what He Ming said was true, so don't believe him. Thinking of this, I could no longer hold back the desire that was pressing in my heart. I pointed at the moon with my hand, turned my back and lay on the bamboo bed. I pressed my hand on my chest that was beating "dong dong", and I closed my eyes. It's like the moon is cutting off my ears. "Hengzi, why are you covering your ears on such a hot day?" Mom asked me in surprise. I had no choice but to tell the truth to my mother. Unexpectedly, before I finished speaking, my mother laughed and said, "Silly thing, how can the moon cut off your ears? Look, mom also points to the moon. If her ears are going to fall off, let's do it together. Let's go to sleep." Right. "How can I sleep?" I’m really worried that my mother will lose her ears too! After a while, my ears still didn't fall off. I felt a little relieved, and then suddenly thought: The moon may not be cut until I fall asleep. My heart dropped again. I had to open my eyes wide. After a while, the ears did not fall off, but the eyes became blurry. "Maybe... Yue... Yue Yue won't... stop cutting my ears." I said intermittently, and immediately fell asleep as soon as I finished speaking. When I got up the next morning, I ran to the mirror and took a look. "My ears didn't fall off." I jumped three feet high with joy.

This incident still feels funny and ridiculous to this day, making me laugh at how naive I was in my childhood.

Childhood Fun

Opening the photo album, funny but childlike photos are displayed in front of you. Every bit of childhood has been frozen in these beautiful memories. There is a photo that I euphemistically call "Childhood Fun". I can't help but laugh every time I see it.

The old cat in this photo looks aggrieved; the younger brother has a sly smile, holding a pair of scissors in his left hand, and the old cat’s beard is “not even a whisker.” Huh? Could it be an old cat with a bald beard? Hey, actually it’s not.

If you want to know the truth, let me tell you slowly.

This year’s Mid-Autumn Festival, the family that had finally reunited was enjoying a midnight snack, but I, with my sharp eyes, discovered that my “little greedy brother” was missing! "That's great," I felt joyful in my heart, "I can have his share all to myself!" "Uh-huh, no, is that guy doing some damage again?" "No, I have to take a look!"< /p>

"Where are you going? Hmm... think about it, it's probably in the kitchen of my lair." I smiled mysteriously and tiptoed to the kitchen. As I expected, "Too bad luck! I caught the evidence of your crime. Hush, don't alert the snake yet!"

Look, the little brother is holding a magnifying glass and observing the old man who is having a sweet dream. The cat suddenly said: "Old cat, you shouldn't keep these beards! You should shave them like your father!" "No way!" I was worried for the old cat. It was too late, but it was too late. The little brother aimed the scissors at the target and made a "click". It was so tragic that he died! The vigilant old cat suddenly woke up and saw that his beard was gone, then he cried "meow meow" as if to say: Little master! Why did you disturb my sweet dream? I don't care about this, but you cut off my beard, which is my magic weapon to suppress rats! Without it, how will I live my life in the future? He really has the most naughty childish heart! Why should I leave my magic weapon piece intact and cut it off?

When the uncle heard the cat meowing, he knew it and ran into the kitchen. Then my father followed in, picked up the camera, pointed it at the old cat and his brother, and pressed the shutter. Childlike fun is frozen in an instant.

Dear friend, did you laugh after listening to my story? I wish you have laughter every day in your life!

1 When I think of my childhood, I can’t help but laugh. I was so naive at that time, and in my naivety I did so many stupid things that made people laugh or cry.

My grandma in the countryside had a fat and big rooster at home. It always stomped around among the chickens with its head bowed. It was very domineering and often bullied the hens. , and even compete for the chicken's food. I couldn't stand it, so I wanted to cure it. Looking at my grandma’s fishing rod, I had a good idea: catch roosters! I just did what I said. I dug up a fat and big earthworm and bought an extra-large fishhook. Hey, let’s see if I don’t kill you!

I made all preparations, went to the small stand upstairs at my grandma’s house, quietly lowered the hook, laid it flat on a piece of grass, then scattered two handfuls of shriveled grain, and called the big rooster over. But soon I was dumbfounded: the old hen and the chicks heard the sound and rushed over. In my hurry, I couldn't care whether the big rooster would see through my plan, so I picked up the fish regardless of the situation. . The big rooster didn't seem to pay attention to my conspiracy, let alone guess my psychology. He just turned around and drove away the hens and chicks, and then went to eat the flat grains in peace. I thought it must be completely stupid, yes, arrogant guys are stupid, so I put down the fishing with peace of mind. Haha, the gluttonous fool fell into the trap and bit the fish in one fell swoop. I covered my mouth and burst into laughter. The big rooster seemed to feel something was wrong, but the sharp hook had already pierced its mouth. It shook its head desperately, but the more it swayed, the deeper the hook penetrated. At this time, I thought it was time to close the pole, so I exerted force with both hands. Blood dripped from the corner of the chicken's mouth, and its mouth was wide open. The needle was stuck deep in the throat. It still fluttered for a long time, which frightened the hen that had already turned over and was freed. The chickens were flying around and croaking. Finally, the proud big cock could no longer be proud and died in the west.

I ate delicious local chicken in the evening. I didn’t seem to have any regrets in my heart. I even boasted to the adults about my rooster fishing with a playful smile, and drank the delicious chicken soup happily.

I miss my childhood and the crisp and ignorant laughter.

2 Childhood!

A flower in bud,

Childhood!

It’s the grass that is growing vigorously!

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Whenever I read this poem, it always reminds me of the fun of my childhood...

In the blink of an eye Suddenly, winter has arrived; Grandpa Beifeng strode over on snowflakes. He waved his long sleeves, exerted all his strength, and blew hard, and the sky-wide snowflakes fell from the sky and immediately covered the earth, as if Putting a thick cotton coat on the earth...

In the early morning, when I opened the window, I saw a vast white scene... so beautiful! There is snow everywhere, and the branches are covered with long and short, crystal clear "ice cream". People in twos and threes are enjoying this rare scenery and vying to stand in front of this beautiful snow scene. Taking pictures... Amidst the shouts of my friends, I ran downstairs quickly and prepared to play a snowman-making competition with them. When we were ready, the competition started immediately, and everyone quickly chose the site where they would build a snowman. , I found a good place and got busy happily, holding the white snow in my hands. I felt very cold at first, but after a while, my palms became warm and I didn’t feel cold at all. There were still beads of sweat oozing out, and steam was coming out... It took me a short time to pile up the snowman's body. At first, my snowman's body was not very strong, so I ran to the concierge to borrow it. I picked up a small shovel and patted the base hard. In this way, the base of the snowman became stronger. My companions were much slower than me, mainly because the base of their snowman was not strong and they failed when they were about to pile it up. They collapsed one after another, and everything had to start all over again... My snowman was quickly piled up. It was very beautiful. You see: it wore a red snow cap on its head, and above a pair of big eyes, I It has two fiery red eyebrows. It also has a round and pointed big nose. It also wears a floral cotton-padded jacket. Its smiling mouth and exaggerated expression will definitely make you laugh. ! I was the first to finish building the snowman, and my friends also completed the snowman one after another in the following time. In the end, the "referee" judged that I won the first place, and I felt very happy. It's like drinking honey water, so sweet!

Childhood, my memories.

Looking at the thick tree outside the window, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Gradually I felt that my childhood was slowly being eroded by time. The remaining glow reminded me of the locked-up days in the past, and even more Let my childhood be integrated with that big tree, divided into three parts: roots, stems and leaves.

When I took the first step in childhood, I always wanted to grow taller and grow up quickly. At that time I didn’t understand anything. I just wanted to be an adult, go to work, and earn money for my parents. Maybe it was because they loved me too much. When I was in the first grade of elementary school, I wasn’t used to school life. I wasn’t very used to it either. I like my classmates and teachers. I don’t even like the classmate who is twice as tall as me. I feel like they are all laughing at me, my appearance, my height, and me... In general, The school is like a prison, the classrooms are like moss-covered cells, and the class door that you can’t touch even with your hands is like a black railing. I was afraid of everything there, so this happened.

One morning, I had no choice but to come to the "prison". I finally waited until class started, and everyone was sitting in their seats. God always seemed to be against me. Why is this section so long? I was looking forward to the end of get out of class. get out of class was over, get out of class was over, but on the contrary, after waiting for a long time, I finally couldn't bear it anymore. I opened my voice and shouted: Mom, I want to get out of here." There was a little sob in my voice. Suddenly, hundreds of eyes were opened. Staring at me, I still remember this scene fresh. I smelled a damp smell, and the air was filled with cries. I heard the teacher's footsteps, approaching slowly, getting closer, and I felt itchy on my head. Yes, it seemed like there were thousands of insects crawling up.

The footsteps stopped and the teacher stopped beside me. Someone smiled, but the sound quickly disappeared again. I felt like laughing The sound blocked the teacher's gaze, and I looked at the classmate.

"Don't you really want to be an adult and make money for your parents?" "How can you make money if you don't study?" I still said I was silent for a moment. His words made sense. The crying disappeared. I wiped my tears with my thick fingers and nodded. A sincere smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the teacher's mouth. The whole class also started laughing. I also laughed. It was that day that made me understand the teacher's love, and also gave me more confidence to take a big step towards childhood and let my roots be more firmly inserted into the moist soil.

In the third grade , I have matured a lot, understood many things that I couldn't do, and I love school more. Now, the school is no longer a dark prison, the classroom is no longer a cell, and there is a door that is almost as tall as me. Class, I have a special feeling about it. It is my home. I have made a school friend there. Whenever I have a problem in my work class, he is like a teacher and patiently helps me. However, he likes it very much. He plays pranks and goes too far. Here is a story about him

"The hot summer is really annoying" "I agree too, this is the truth" He and I were walking after school On the way, facing this abominable weather, we were like food in an oven. "I can't help it anymore," he gritted his teeth and said angrily, while kicking an empty soda can five meters away. Hearing two "bang" sounds, he had already arrived at a cold drink shop, picked up a bottle of soda, and left. I couldn't hear what he and the cold drink owner were talking about at that time, and then the boss called me over.

The boss stretched out his greedy and fat palm, as if to remind me something. I knew he was hinting at me, asking me to give him money. I looked around, and there was no sign of that classmate. An ominous feeling invaded my brain, as if A huge wave rushed towards me.

"Six dollars, please," the boss said very gently. I didn't dare to speak, for fear that he would curse again in the next sentence.

I feel more and more lighthearted, and the boss’s unchanging expression makes me even more frightened

“Hey, why do I have money in my pocket?

"Ah, by the way, this guy is playing tricks on me again. No wonder I felt like this just now.

I took out the money and handed it to the fat boss.

I really want to beat him up.

Of course, I'm thirsty and tired now. It's like walking a long march, and I'm exhausted. , what’s the point, just blame yourself for being stupid.

That’s it, I just touched my friend. I know this is not a simple term, and I will have more intimate contact with it in the future. Tree stem. The part has come to an end

Time flies so fast. I am already a sixth grade student. I especially like to watch the birds and watch them return. That class door, I am taller than him. , this is why it is boring.

Look at the moss-covered walls, the short class gate, and the kind classmates. Thinking about the old past, I feel that everything has changed. Changed

This is the preciousness of friendship

That night, the school seemed particularly quiet, with the occasional chirping of a bird or two, and everyone in our dormitory fell asleep. .

"Yeah" I shouted and woke up from my dream. Suddenly my stomach felt like I had been kicked hard and the pain was unbearable.

Another classmate also woke up, It was probably because of me. I climbed out of bed with difficulty and was about to go to the infirmary. At this time, a hand stretched out to support me. "Wow" I cried out, "Shh, don't make any sound." I looked at him. , but he really scared me. I rubbed my numb hands, and he took me to the infirmary.

In the infirmary, he helped me inquire about my condition and helped me get the medicine. Medicine. On the way back, he supported me all the way to the dormitory.

I slept on the bed and thought about a lot of things. I finally truly understood friendship and the meaning of this term. I couldn’t bear it. I kept the salty tears and let them roll down my cheeks.

I don’t have much time with my classmates anymore. I look at the birds returning and feel thoughtful. Everything in the world is gone. The banquet will eventually be divided. Childhood is also here to say goodbye. The leaves have withered. The story of this dead tree is so wonderful and brilliant. So what, they are all dead. In the end, no one can know , disappeared into the misty rain.

The neighbor's music interrupted my thoughts, and I was awakened, "The day in a hurry has disappeared too quickly, my childhood has passed by like this, the day in a hurry, Gone too quickly, my childhood just passed by...