Childhood is like a pocket. When the pocket of childhood is about to be closed, I realize that there are many interesting things worth remembering in childhood. And there was a sparkling pearl in my pocket——

At that time, I was 5 years old and was not yet sensible. My mother bought some salted duck eggs from the market for me to try. I sat at the table, excited and curious, and yelled at my mother to peel it for me to eat. The first bite of salted duck eggs made me fall in love with it.

So I looked forward to my mother buying salted duck eggs for me to eat every day. I couldn’t help but think: Can’t I just do it myself? I quickly asked my mother to take me to the market to buy a little duck. My mother was confused and asked me: "Why do you want a little duck?" I blinked mysteriously: "I won't tell you!" My mother had no choice but to buy me a little duck.

As soon as I got home, I got "busy". I soaked the ducks in salt water, thinking that if the ducklings were soaked in salt water, they would lay salted duck eggs. As a result, the little duck was quacking desperately on the side. When I heard it, I was happy. I thought: when a chicken lays an egg and cries "quack!", then the little duck cries "quack" to lay an egg too! I immediately put my hand under the duck's butt, and then... the duck pooped on my hand without any courtesy!

At this time, my mother came over. When she saw how embarrassed I was and the two-foot-old monk was confused, she asked me what was going on. I told my mother everything. She was stunned for a while, and then she laughed so hard. I stood nearby and didn't know what my mother was laughing at, so I started laughing along with my mother in a daze. My mother stroked my head and said, "Silly boy, ducklings have to grow up to lay eggs. Besides, salted duck eggs are only salted like this after the ducks are born." I listened to my mother's explanation, but I seemed to understand the location. nodded.

Of course, I am no longer as ignorant as I used to be.

After closing the gate of memory, I can’t help but feel a little concerned about my childhood...