Someone asked: "What does childhood taste like?"

I said: "Childhood has many flavors." Sometimes it is like lemon, sour; sometimes it is like candy, sweet; Sometimes it's like hot sauce, spicy; sometimes it's like Chinese medicine, bitter.

Childhood is a sour lemon. I remember one time, my homework was not handed out, but the teacher scolded me, saying that I had lied about not doing it, and that I had to do it again. I felt sour at the time, it was really unpleasant and I had no choice but to do it again. The next day, the teacher found the homework book on her desk, took it to me, and left without even saying "I'm sorry." After I returned home, I felt really wronged, so I cried bitterly, leaving a sentence in my young heart: "I will never be a teacher when I grow up."

Childhood is a sweet candy. Every "Children's Day", my parents always take me to play and buy gifts. Those shining musical crystal balls, soft plush toys, exquisite electronic watches... every gift is Contains the love and hope of parents. And every Christmas, I always make a wish or write a small note and stick it on the Christmas stocking. When I wake up the next day, there must be a gift I want. At this time, I will show a sweet smile, which is better than eating honey. I always think naively: Wow! Santa Claus is really good and gives you whatever you want. Now I know that "Santa Claus" is mom and dad.

Childhood is hot sauce. One time when I was queuing up after school, someone pointed at me behind my back and said bad things about me. I "hated" my classmates who told rumors. In the class, there are often students who "make trouble", and there are often "incompatible" phenomena. In my mind, my pure childhood is gone.

Childhood is an extremely bitter Chinese medicine.

In my impression, I started learning piano when I was in the middle class of kindergarten. It was “all smooth sailing” at first and I liked it very much