If life is a cocktail, then childhood is the sweetest part; if life is a small river, then childhood is the golden sand at the bottom of the river; if life is a bunch of candied haws, then childhood is the icing on the outside. My childhood was spent as sweet as wine, as bright as gold, and as sweet as sugar. Among them, the two ridiculous stupid things that impressed me the most.

That was when I was 8 years old. That summer, I read that cactus has a strong vitality. As long as it is planted in the ground, it can live without roots. So I folded a piece from someone else's door, just then my good friend came to play with me, so I put the cactus in my back pocket and played with my friends. Playing and playing, my friend was tired, so I sat on the steps, and I was tired. I sat down on the ground and suddenly felt a burning pain in my ass. I thought it was an ant, so I spanked it, but it hurt more and more. Later, my hand hurt, and a few drops of green water flowed out of my ass. I just thought it was a cactus, so I took it out. At first glance, ah, it has already broken me! At this time, I felt a lot of small thorns on my ass. I shouted and rushed into the house to let my mother have a clip to clip the thorns. It took a whole afternoon to clip them, and my eyes were swollen with tears.

at night, I lay in bed, motionless, because my mother said that the more I move, the more painful it is, and the slower I get better. A mosquito flew to my face and ate a snack. I wanted to hit it, but I thought of my mother's words, so I didn't move. After a while, my face was swollen with a big bag, which tickled to death. My mother heard it and was very surprised. She asked me why, and I said, "Mosquito … mosquito bites … itch to death." Mom said in distress situation: "I only want to keep your ass still ...".

childhood memories are so sweet, just like flashing candy, and the sweet taste will haunt my heart forever.

What is childhood? It's a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a companion's mystery ...................... In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I vividly recall the interesting things of my childhood, my face always glows with ruddy luster. After all, the past was like the gurgling sound of running water in my heart. Once generate was so gushing .......

When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Grandma lived in the country, so there were many people riding horses from this village to that village. I was envious and wanted to try riding, but the horse was too high for me to get on, and I was trying to get on. I think the pig is small, and it is easy to go up. As soon as I saw grandma feeding the pig and entering the room, I went to the pigsty, opened the door, went in and chose a pig to ride on, and ran out. Grandma saw it and rushed out to call me. I saw grandma and wanted to stop the pig, but I couldn't. The pig ran into grandma's garden. The cucumbers and persimmons in it were all trampled by the pig. I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree. This time, grandma caught the pig. After she drove the pig into the nest, she said that I was too naughty to ride even the pig.

another time, when I was seven years old, I just learned to ride a bike. At that time, I was not very good at riding. My mother and I rode bicycles to play in the square, where there was a lot of space. I rode my bike there, and the faster I rode, the faster I suddenly saw an adult riding a bike from the front. Because I rode too fast, I couldn't stop the car. I was about to hit it, and my mother was calling me. I thought, "If I hit it, I will be injured, and I am not good at riding. What if I turn over and fall?" I don't know what to do. At this moment, I suddenly remembered: "It must be all right to jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I was not injured, but my car was hit by that man.

whenever I recall these things, I always giggle, so sweetly and brilliantly. It's as if all the fascinating memories are vividly reappeared. I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons when I was young ... I think childhood is a tree without rings, which will never grow old and disappear ...

Childhood is beautiful, and some childish and ridiculous things always happen at that time, and I am no exception.

One summer, I lived at my grandfather's house, and that day, my grandfather said; "The grass in the field is going to be hoed, and it grows quite deep." I have never seen weeding, and I want to see it, so I clamored to go. My grandfather couldn't help my "golden tongue" and had to agree. I happily followed my grandfather down the field.

The noon sun was a hot stove, and he was sweating after hoeing for a while. With a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other, his eyes narrowed into a line, and as soon as he inhaled and vomited in his mouth, he sang a song: "Take a cigarette in hot weather, and be happy with the gods." I saw my grandfather leaning on the ridge of the field and "exerting his strength" to let him tell stories again, but he fell asleep. Looking at his naive appearance, I felt a little less. I started to help grandpa wear glasses. I first drew a big circle outside grandpa's eyes as a frame, and then drew a black line on both sides to hang it on my ears as a frame. After painting, I looked carefully and found that my right eye was small, so I wiped it with saliva. Unexpectedly, the watercolor pen made grandpa's right eye become a "panda eye". I couldn't help laughing out loud and woke grandpa up. Grandpa saw me smile, "Zhang Er monk. I also burst out laughing.

Grandpa packed up and went home when he saw it getting late. People on the road couldn't help smiling while covering their mouths when they saw Grandpa. Grandpa was even more confused, but he also smiled stupidly. Just when he got home, my uncle saw it and smiled from ear to ear. My aunt couldn't help laughing, but my little aunt simply hid in the kitchen, and my grandmother also laughed with tears. I couldn't help hiding behind my grandmother. "You ... you ... naughty ghost!" I also lowered my head and secretly smiled. At this moment, my grandfather looked in the mirror and found out that it was like this. Later, he burst out laughing, and laughter spread all over the family.

It has been a long time, and I still remember it clearly. Whenever I think of the scenes at that time, I always smile.

Childhood is colorful, childish and interesting. There are countless interesting things about childhood, like the stars in the sky. Pink clothes adorn it, which is particularly beautiful. While I was admiring it, I found that it had a fly in the ointment-no attractive fragrance. I studied it carefully and finally came up with a wonderful plan.

In the afternoon, after my parents went out, I began to implement my best laid plans. I closed the door like a thief, ran to my mother's dresser as fast as lightning, and took a bottle of the best smell on the dresser. I unscrewed the bottle cap and sprayed a little on the petals like an adult's perfume. I was afraid that the fragrance was not strong, so I unscrewed the lid and poured some on the roots, which made the fragrance stronger. From the flower roots to the stamens, it was tempting. Everything comes to him who waits! I smiled at my masterpiece. I thought: Who could be so smart as me and come up with such a perfect way?

When it got dark, all the adults came back and smelled the perfume in the room, they asked me what was going on. I patted my chest and told the whole process ostentatiously, and my mother was in distress: "Oh, you little fool, you will torture the flowers to death like this." All the flowers hung their heads, and I sighed and said, "It's really a good intention to do bad things."

Time flies, and I grew up gradually, and learned that things must be based on facts, and don't do them blindly, otherwise it will backfire.

Childhood is the starry sky in the midsummer night, and the memories of childhood that shine like stars are either sad or happy. They lie quietly in the night sky of childhood, or shine or dim. They exude their beauty.

When I was a child, I liked snow best. In winter, I would look up at the sky with a small head and look forward to the spectacular and beautiful scene after the arrival of Ruixue.

I still remember that one winter, the snow came very early. The glittering and translucent snowflakes danced in the air like scattered flowers, and finally fell to the ground gently, covering the earth with a silvery gauze. I was so excited that I rushed out of my house. I stood in the snow and watched the pure and beautiful snowflakes flying like elves in all directions. I seemed to hear them like innocent children, emitting a burst of sweet laughter like a bell, as if they were like a heavenly sound.

Just as I was intoxicated with this intoxicating beauty, I suddenly heard a "pa" and a snowball blossomed on my face. I wiped my face at random, squinting to find the man who dared to break the ground on the lion's den. Not far from me, several friends were snickering while covering their mouths, among them, my cousin smiled the happiest. He seems to have a sunflower on his face now, and I can't help but want people to wave a few punches at his smiling face. I dumped my hands and showed an unfathomable sly smile on his face. I walked slowly to my cousin, who didn't seem to feel the dangerous smell from me, but just glanced at me contemptuously. At that moment, I grabbed a handful of snow in lightning speed and threw it at my cousin. Yeah, I jumped up with joy and threw a proud look at my cousin.

My flustered cousin glared at me and grabbed two from the ground. He walked away with a smile. Not to be outdone, several boys next to him grabbed snowballs and greeted the "enemy". For a time, snowballs were flying all over the snow, which were mixed with our cheerful laughter, annoyed curses and cries of shock and pain. These voices have wings of angels and have been flying far and far.

Childhood memories are always beautiful and pure, just like that one wrapped in silver. The winter of laughter and laughter will be hidden in my heart forever.

On a hot afternoon, the huge fireball in the sky evaporated the last strength in the human body. Dad was no exception. He lay on the sofa and called me, "Son, come and help your dad with the lighter." I thought to myself, "I don't lack food at home tonight, so what are we doing?" "Go! Why are you still standing there? "My father's fierce eyes swept away at me, and I was shocked. The sacred orders were inviolable, and I hurried to the backyard.

I came to the chicken coop and saw that a group of chickens were busy grabbing food, which was a golden opportunity! I closed the door and swung a wooden stick at the chickens. Unfortunately, I didn't hit any of them. The chickens clucked and scattered. They flew everywhere, so I had to run around with them, chasing one and chasing the other. As a result, the bamboo basket drew water with nothing. I was sweating profusely and thought, "This can't be done. If the chickens didn't hit me, I'll be exhausted first." As soon as I lifted the stick, it jumped up and down. I was surprised and missed. It flew to a short tree. I stood under the tree and looked. It shook its wings and looked at me as if laughing at me: "You can't catch me, it's useless!" I was furious at the thought of it, and I shook the dwarf tree desperately, and the chicken stumbled and fell. I took the opportunity to give it a blow, "No! Missed! " The stick just grazed it, and a few feathers floated down, and its speed obviously became slower. I forced it into a dead corner again, and I beat it as soon as I could. Finally, everything pays off, and I beat it to the ground with a stick! I laughed and said, "I am better than you! Chickens are not as good as people. "I look like a dog, but I can't care so much. In a word, the task is completed.

I carried the defeated soldier with my stick and panted in front of my father. I also pretended to look and smiled:" Dad, I'm also asked to do this low-level task. It's really an anti-aircraft gun to kill mosquitoes-it's overqualified! " After that, I burst out laughing. My father looked at the dejected chicken in my hand and stared wide-eyed: "Where's the lighter? How did the lighter become a hen?" I solemnly replied: "Because my family doesn't have a turkey, so I have to take the hen as a substitute!" Dad was even more annoyed after hearing this. "I want a lighter for smoking! I'm not asking you to shoot hens! I'm really defeated by you! "

"It's not the first time anyway, what's the fuss?"

"Alas! My father and I can only eat chicken tonight. "

I still can't help laughing when I think about it now. From this incident, I understand that you should listen carefully before you do it, or you will make a big joke!

1. Interesting childhood

My childhood was colorful, and the interesting things happened in my childhood were as numerous as the stars in the sky. The brightest and most dazzling one is that one.

At noon that Sunday, my mother was fast asleep. At that time, I was only four years old. I had no fun. I wandered around the room and somehow came to the mirror. Ah! Why is there a "person" who looks the same as me coming in front? It's okay if I don't touch it. When I touched it, I was shocked. The "person" was actually flat, and he also reached out as if he wanted to touch me. I quickly stepped back. Well, how dare you imitate me and see how I deal with you. I slapped, and the "man" slapped, and when I hit, the "man" hit, too. Oh, it hurts. I'm scared. I'm flat and can move. I can learn from me and hit people. It's broken. It must be a monster. I hurried to my mother's bed, grabbed her hand and shouted, "Mom, there's a strange thing over there, and he hit me." My mother magically asked me what it was, but I kept pulling my mother to the mirror. Strange, there is another monster. I quickly hid behind my mother and couldn't help shaking. Mom looked at it and smiled. I asked, "Mom, what are you laughing at?" Aren't you afraid of it? " My mother turned to me and said, "This is a mirror, not a monster at all. Look." I saw my mother swinging left and right, and the people in the mirror also swung left and right. After my mother's talk, I realized that the mirror can "print" people in, and people can see their own shadows in the mirror. No wonder it does what I do!

I still laugh when I think about it now!

2. Interesting things about childhood

What is childhood? It's a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a companion's mystery ...................... In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I vividly recall the interesting things of my childhood, my face always glows with ruddy luster. After all, the past was like the gurgling sound of running water in my heart. Once generate was so gushing .......

When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Grandma lived in the country, so there were many people riding horses from this village to that village. I was envious and wanted to try riding, but the horse was too high for me to get on, and I was trying to get on. I think the pig is small, and it is easy to go up. As soon as I saw grandma feeding the pig and entering the room, I went to the pigsty, opened the door, went in and chose a pig to ride on, and ran out. Grandma saw it and rushed out to call me. I saw grandma and wanted to stop the pig, but I couldn't.