This interesting story left a deep impression on me. It was when I was in a kindergarten class, when I heard adults praise someone for their literacy, they said, "Look at how talented they are, and their bellies are full of ink! "As soon as I heard this, I thought to myself: What is literary talent? Maybe the handwriting is neat, maybe the Chinese is good, maybe the people who drink too much ink. In short, the people who drink too much ink are the people who can be praised. So, an interesting thing happened.
After listening to the adults, I thought it was a good thing to drink ink, and suddenly I had an idea: find and drink what my father used to practice calligraphy, so that I can be praised! I was so happy that I couldn't wait to get the ink. When I opened the lid, a pungent smell was dangling in front of my nose, and I thought: Is it so bad to drink? Who cares! If others can drink it, so can I, and I'm desperate for praise.
As a result, as soon as I closed my eyes, I swallowed a big gulp. After drinking the first mouthful, I felt very sick. I immediately called out: Mom! "I immediately ran to the bathroom, gargled again and again, and the unspeakable taste still remained in my mouth.
My mother came over and quickly asked me, "What's the matter? What's the matter? "I whispered to my mother with my head down," I took a sip of ink. "My mother suddenly became angry and asked me," What's going on? "I told my mother the whole story. My mother was in distress situation after hearing it. I saw my mother smile, and I also smiled" sloped ".
It really makes me happy to recall my childhood. I will keep this most beautiful shell forever!
Old Time adjusted the time fastest, and in a blink of an eye, childhood life flashed before my eyes like a bolt of lightning. However, the interesting stories of my childhood seem to be engraved in my mind, and I can't erase them. I can't help laughing when I think about them often.
Once, my mother bought a big bag of vegetables, and when she saw me lying on the sofa watching TV, she said, "Xiaochun, why don't you go and help my mother wash the vegetables?" "good!" I readily agreed. Mom said that and went to the living room to watch TV. I went into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables, including cabbage, on the platform. There are eggplant, three roots; There are tomatoes, five or six. I'm stupid, so many dishes, I'm told to wash them when I'm in the kindergarten class, really. "Ah, yes!" I shouted, doesn't mom usually put so many clothes into the washing machine to wash them together? Then I won't do the same? Wait a minute, maybe mom will praise me! Thinking of this, I picked up the big cabbage and came to the front of the washing machine. I stood on tiptoe and lifted the lid of the washing machine, put the vegetables in carefully, then covered it again, and finally pressed the power button. Listening to the sound of the washing machine starting, I sat there and thought with relish how smart I was. After a while, I thought, have you washed the dishes? Hey! The dishes don't need to be rinsed dry. After thinking about it, I stood up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it. When I opened the lid of the washing machine, I looked, "Yeah!" It really surprised me. Where's the food? Look at the cabbage with "army of one" left, and the eggplant seems to have been bitten by a mouse, black and blue; And tomatoes have disappeared ... I'm scared out in a cold sweat. What can I do? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, but I washed it like this. It really helped me more and more! "Small alcohol, food ready? I want to cook. " Mother walked into the kitchen and shouted. I was silent. "Grease your feet-run away!" He got into his little room and locked the door ...
I couldn't help laughing at the thought of this interesting childhood story. How innocent I was as a child! As I grow older, I gradually understand that different things need different methods to achieve good results; Otherwise, the consequences will often be counterproductive or even out of control.
Childhood is a charming painting, which outlines how many touching and interesting stories I have; Childhood, a melodious piccolo, played my pure and beautiful fantasy; Childhood is a bunch of gorgeous jasmine, childhood laughter is like the intoxicating fragrance of jasmine, and white petals are like memories. Childhood anecdotes are the most unforgettable things for me. Today, I will talk about the one that impressed me the most.
I remember when I was six years old, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. There are many lovely animals in the big courtyard. Among them, my favorite is a little donkey: its black hair is not smooth, as if it were curled, a pair of big, pointed ears stand upright, staring at big eyes like black grapes, and its broad, white die chews hay and rubs it from side to side. Four raven hooves start to beat the hard ground rhythmically, clattering straight, and dragging a thick braid-like tail behind them.
And my biggest hobby is watching little donkeys eat hay every morning. This morning, just before dawn, I couldn't lie still. A slippery green land got out of bed, didn't brush my teeth and wash my face, and didn't comb my hair, so I went to see the little donkey "eat breakfast". Before coming to the donkey shed, the little donkey has started to "eat" leisurely. I stood on tiptoe, lying beside the hay frame with great interest, cocked my head, and looked at a simple and honest donkey chewing hay, which was particularly interesting. After reading it for a while, I felt a pain in my scalp. I looked left and right and found nothing. Suddenly, I found a little bit of black thread stuck on the donkey's big die. I became curious and jumped back to the house to find out from my mother. Who knows, before I spoke, my mother widened her eyes in surprise, froze for a long time, and then burst into laughter. My second monk couldn't figure it out. My mother smiled and pushed me to the mirror, pretending to be angry and saying, "Silly girl, look for yourself." I stood in front of the mirror in a daze. I really didn't know. When I saw it, I was shocked. I didn't know when a piece of hair on my left side was missing. "What the hell is going on?" My mother stared at me and asked me angrily and funny. So I faltered and told the story of watching donkeys eat grass. "No wonder," my mother said, tapping my little head, "you must have hung your hair in the haystack and let the donkey eat it?" . It suddenly dawned on me: "No wonder when I was watching the donkey eat grass just now, my head felt a twinge of pain, and I saw black lines on the donkey's teeth!" " . Mother said helplessly, "Forget it, I can't pick up my hair. Just stay like this, learn from a mistake, and don't be so stupid in the future." I listened to my mother's words, looked at myself in the mirror and thought about what I had just done, but I couldn't help laughing.
This is my colorful childhood, which is the first step of my life, the first footprint of my growth and progress, and the first stop of my future journey. Childhood is my happiest time.
"Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; The stories of childhood are piled up. " Can this song remind you of your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as bright as the stars. My childhood was wonderful, and there are many things worth remembering ...
As long as I can remember, my aunt's class has kept two chickens. I went to see the chickens whenever I had time. I don't know how long it took. After a long time, the hens laid eggs, and the chickens were going to hatch in the eggs. After 2 1 day, I heard a cry of chickens. When I saw this situation, I heard the sound. I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home. Opportunity, finally came ...
That day, the hen went to find food for the chick, and the naughty rooster was not at home and ran out to play. When my aunt was not paying attention, she picked up an egg, held it in her hand and stroked it gently. She said solemnly, "Don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to the world soon." After that, I didn't hesitate any more. I peeled an egg, and a chicken with residual heat and no eyes was born. It looked at me and cried twice as if to say, "Thank you, let me come to this world as soon as possible." I was so happy that I peeled off the second one. When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw that I was "bullying" the baby snake, she gave me a bite, and suddenly blood flowed out. I went to my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything about me, but said in distress situation: "silly goose, the chicken won't be born until a certain time! You will die if you deliver them like this. " After listening to it, I hurried to see the chickens. Sure enough, all the chickens I "delivered" were dying, but all the ones I didn't "deliver" survived. I regret it, but it's too late ...
Although it's been a long time, and although I'm still young and ignorant there, it has been urging me to go forward and never retreat.
Childhood is an ocean of joy. On the seashore of memories, there are countless shells, some gloomy, which evoke a sad past; There are brilliant interesting stories that remind people of their childhood. I searched for the most beautiful shells on the coast of memories, ah, I found them ...
At that time, I was only six years old, and I had a soft spot for birthdays. I like birthdays, because I will eat big cakes, and that time, an interesting thing happened:
After a busy morning, I can finally eat the cake I have been looking forward to for a long time! Look, the cake is big and round, covered with pure white cream, and covered with all kinds of creamy flowers. It seems to be smiling at me, so cute! The cake also says "Happy Birthday" with red jam. Against the candlelight, the cake really makes my mouth water! I can't wait to eat it.
Finally got it I held a big cake in my hand. I took a big bite, ah, it's delicious! My sister suddenly smiled, which puzzled me. When I looked in the mirror, I rubbed a piece of cream on my nose, like a clown! I couldn't help laughing myself. My sister doesn't like cream, and she was thinking about what to do. Suddenly, she saw the cream on my nose, her eyes flashed, and she said with a smile, "Sister, come here!" Without thinking, I strode over. My sister asked me to sit down, but she brought me a plate with my favorite cream in it. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I quickly opened my mouth. "Pa", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, followed by my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stretched my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. Look in front of the mirror, ha! A Xiaohua Mall appeared in the mirror! A full face of cream, one in the east and one in the west. My face is painted like a Peking Opera mask by this "advanced" cosmetic. No, the color of Peking Opera facial makeup is not so single. Pure white cream looks like Xiaohua Mall's hair in the mirror. Why not lick the cream like a greedy cat? I laughed, too, out of breath. I, suddenly, turned into a greedy Xiaohua Mall!
Childhood fun, everything is like a colorful shell, these colorful shells, hold up my colorful childhood!