1. A 500-word essay on those interesting past events. Childhood is like a string of colorful bubbles, filled with innocence and fun; childhood is like a colorful rainbow, weaving countless innocence and joy; childhood is a beautiful song,

Beating with lively and interesting notes.

Looking back now, I feel nostalgic and ridiculous at the same time.

When I was in first grade, I already knew a lot about animals.

Whether they are flying in the sky or crawling on the ground, I know a little bit about them, but it is the chicken that puzzles me the most.

Like other birds, it also has a pair of wings. However, I have seen that it cannot fly higher than the low wall in the yard.

So, I have always dreamed that one day it would spread its wings and fly high.

On Sunday, my parents both went to work overtime, which was like "a sparrow fell into a rice vat--lucky" for me.

I took out the majestic and high-spirited big rooster from the chicken coop in the yard and let it accept this plan A.

The plan began. I led the big rooster with the plumpest feathers to an uninhabited dead end, and then led out its fierce rival, the dog.

Sure enough, the temperament of the dog that had been chained in the yard all day changed drastically. He suddenly broke free from the chain in my hand, jumped forward, and stared at the big rooster eagerly, as if thinking about how to enjoy the "dinner" in front of him.

The chicken ran around in the dead end as if it had encountered a ghost.

How could a dog give up? It was like a tiger descending the mountain and pounced on the chicken.

In desperation, the miracle I had been waiting for finally happened - the chicken flapped its wings and flew up.

Just when I thought the chicken would fly in the sky like a swallow, who knows, it settled on the wall again like before.

It seems that my plan A is "the cactus blooms and turns yellow."

I was so angry that I wanted to immediately invent a potion that could make the chicken fly and let it drink it, so that my wish would come true as soon as possible.

Just as I was racking my brains to develop the second plan, the chicken was like a victorious general, holding his head high and pacing on the wall casually.

This really made me "add fuel to the fire", I thought to myself: "Humph, you ungrateful stinky rooster, dare to go against me, your intention is to 'light up a lantern and carry excrement - looking for excrement (death)'." I thought hard,

Finally came up with a perfect plan B.

I immediately grabbed a handful of millet from the kitchen and placed it on the ground not far from the chicken. Then I hid behind a big banyan tree to see what the chicken would do.

Haha, as expected, the chicken couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food. He jumped off the low wall and ran over to taste the delicious food delivered to his door.

You little thing is always so greedy. How about you, you got fooled this time!

I made a sneak attack from behind the chicken, caught it, and threw it up hard, making it "spread its wings" in the air.

"Long live Plan B!" "Long live Plan B!" Just as I was intoxicated with joy, the guy suddenly did a "180-degree somersault", spreading his wings side by side like a skydiver, and only heard "whoosh"

With a sound, the chicken landed safely on the ground again.

Seeing that it was so ignorant, I jumped on it again... Unknowingly, my parents came back. Seeing that I was panting from exhaustion and out of breath, they asked me what was going on, but I hesitated.

He told them the ins and outs of the matter, but what they got in return was laughter.

Dad stroked my head and said, "Silly boy, how can a chicken fly when its wings are degenerated?" Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from my house, and this laughter spread to every corner of my childhood.

This laughter is something I will never forget.

2. An interesting thing composition, about 400 words or more An interesting thing I remember last year, the sky was clear, my father and I happily went to fly a kite after breakfast.

When we arrived at Jiatianxia Square, there were already many people flying kites.

Look, how high the eagle flies!

There are also kites with many small goldfish and butterflies.

Seeing such a scene, I thought to myself: My kite must fly higher than them.

I asked my father to lift my dragonfly kite upright. I took the spool and stepped back against the wind while letting out the line. When I was more than ten meters away, I said loudly to my father: "Let it go!"

As soon as my father let go of the kite, I turned around and grabbed the kite and ran quickly.

While running, suddenly the kite fell to the ground.

I was very frustrated, but I was not discouraged. I went to a larger open space to fly the kite. This time I finally put the kite up. I put the line on while running and pulled the kite line from time to time. My kite flew higher and higher.

Look, how beautiful my big dragonfly is!

The wings flap around as if dancing in the sky.

My mood suddenly became better.

Although it is difficult to fly a kite, flying a kite is such a fun thing!

A fun thing: I think the most fun is making ravioli.

Making wontons is a folk tradition. During the Spring Festival, every household must make wontons and eat them to express joy and bring good luck.

The vegetables grown on the hillside in the school’s backyard were ripe, and Teacher Wu thought of letting us make wontons.

That night, several classmates and Teacher Wu went to the vegetable field to pull vegetables. We were sweating profusely, but we came back with a full load, so that we did not waste it. What made us even more happy was: we can pack and eat it tomorrow.

The wontons are cooked.