The grass is green, and the spread of sadness shows not only the footsteps of leaving people, but the footsteps of childhood.

The willows are green, and the floating catkins are dotted with not only the sadness of youth, but also the faint longing of childhood.

Wild geese fly, and their light wings take away a delicate childlike innocence.

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Recently, I saw the "Ten Classic Snacks in Childhood" widely circulated on the Internet, which can't help but remind people of a wonderful childhood. "A kind of spring sound is unforgettable, and the most unforgettable thing is when the Jiangnan class returns." The most unforgettable thing is the time after school.

There are countless fun on the way after school. I remember it seemed to be an abandoned warehouse, but it was our paradise at that time. There have been countless beautiful memories here. It is no exaggeration to say that this is our "Disneyland".

There is a pile of white boulders in the overgrown yard, which is our "maze". Walk on it several times a day and "find your own way" every time, and then show it to the children. There is also a huge steel plate, because there is a cushion below, dangling on it, just like the seesaw in kindergarten now, which is endless fun. Especially at noon, the steel plate is basked in the sun, so lying on it is very comfortable. I really hope that time can stop at this moment. After school at noon, you can only linger a few times, and playing after school at night is the most enjoyable, because there is no time limit. You always have to wait until the sunset casts the last light on the weeds, then you will leave our paradise with lingering steps.

The stall at the school gate is also a great place. Those vendors will always change all kinds of gadgets that make us drool like magicians and seduce our poor little wallets.

When it comes to food, it's enough to make your mouth water and worms are ready to move. Classic works include Syrup, Locust, Rice on the First Floor, Rice Candy, Tang Hua and so on. I can't stop drooling when I write here.

Sugar water, now it seems really unsanitary, is to boil white sugar into a thin paste, add some pigment and sesame seeds, and it becomes our delicious food. Two sticks are stirred into a small ball in sugar water, one fifth and one half, which can be solved without too much money. In that era when candy was a little scarce, it was "whoa, whoa, butterscotch".

I still don't understand the origin of this name. Maybe eating it will make me healthy and happy. I agree with the word "le". At that time, the yellow, crisp and sweet Lekang really brought us a lot of happiness. This snack should belong to the so-called "crude fiber" now. It is made of corn. A big machine like a small train has a magical little mouth. As long as corn and saccharin are added, there will be a steady stream of leisure fruits spit out from its small mouth. It is sweet and crisp in one bite, and the quality is definitely not worse than the current "Want Want Snow Cake".

Honey, I think it should be the evolution of syrup. As long as the sugar is poured into the mold when it is about to solidify, something similar to fruit candy will appear, but more beautiful than fruit candy, such as heart-shaped and animal-shaped. There is a small stick under the candy for you to hold in your hand. After buying one (one fifth, quality guaranteed), always play with it in your hand for a while, and then lick it with your tongue. This stuff is palatable, and you can always lick it for seven or eight minutes.

You can still see rice candy in the supermarket now, but it has been packaged. This kind of food is made by sticking popcorn made of rice and sugar together and cutting it into rectangular pieces, which are sweet and crisp to bite. The taste is really unspeakable.

Tang Hua, this is really the art of food. It's no exaggeration to call it art. Before you do it, you have to pay 50 cents (which is not a small sum for us), and then you can dial a small pointer on a disk. There are all kinds of small animals around the disc, including naughty dogs, carp in yue longmen, phoenix with wings spread, and coquettish pigs ... What did you ask for help? Which uncle selling sugar would scoop a spoonful from a steaming sugar pot? Sugar juice will drip on the smooth "drawing board". With the pen of the "master artist", the small animals you selected will jump on the "drawing board". Only when someone pries it open with a thin knife can beautiful works of art be handed over to you. Generally, I can't bear to eat it first. You always have to hold it in your hand and appreciate it slowly before you destroy it bit by bit. I remember once drawing a phoenix, which was beautiful and much bigger than a kitten or a puppy. I don't want to eat it. I carried it a long way to show it to my sister at home, and then the two happy little people could not bear to eat it.

Besides delicious food, playing Dongdong is also a cinch. There are glass balls that boys are obsessed with (we call it Ryukyu, I don't know if my spelling is correct) and pornography (a rectangular card with patterns printed on it). Of course, many times we can't afford these "luxury goods", and most of them can only be replaced by square things piled up with waste paper. Everyone has to fold dozens of them, and we always compare them with each other (we called them "Piaget" at that time).

In addition to these, there are star stickers that girls like. At that time, most of the star stickers were from Hong Kong and Taiwan. They always post what they like in books or diaries, and show off with their deskmates in class to see who is more beautiful.

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Such a happy time can only be described as "unforgettable without thinking". My clumsy pen can't reproduce the crystal-like exquisite time, but it will always be hidden in my heart, no matter how the years pass, it will never fade.

When I was a child, I was a veritable "miser". I list the refrigerator at home as my personal property. There are chocolates, chicken feet and other favorite foods in the refrigerator, so I will defend my refrigerator to the death. Mom and dad always tease me and say, "I'll get food in the refrigerator!" " "As soon as I heard this, I rushed to the front of the refrigerator and held it with both hands, not letting them near at all.

Although I am a girl, I like playing with guns very much, so my father bought me a simulated revolver with plastic beads as bullets. It's great! After I got it, my first target was Mr. Hyde. He is a lonely old man who always lives alone. He has a small garden with some flowers and plants. I went to see it with my friends, and he blew it out every time, so everyone disliked him. That day, I hit his window with a gun, but the glass was broken! Oh, God can understand me, who would have thought that plastic bullets were so powerful! Trouble came, he went to his mother and described the "crime" I committed. As a result, my mother lost his glass and "destroyed" my gun.

What impressed me most was my "solo concert" every weekend. Every weekend, uncles and aunts will go back to grandma's house for a reunion dinner. After dinner, I stood on the "Simmons" bed, singing and dancing, and performed for everyone. I remember there was a very popular song called "The Most Romantic Thing". Because it is easy to learn, it has become one of my "title songs". At that time, I couldn't read very well, so I didn't pay attention to the lyrics and always imitated them according to the approximate tone. When I first sang this song for my family, they all laughed. I sang emotionally: "The most romantic thing I can think of/is to sell computers with you ..." I asked them angrily what they were laughing at, but no one answered me-they all laughed their heads off. Aha, actually I don't understand why the most romantic thing is to sell computers. This really bothers me!

Ah, childhood, what a beautiful and sacred word! You are a paradise that I will always miss and cherish!

Here, I want to talk about referring to the moon when I was a child. Now I still remember clearly that I was only five years old. One summer night, my friends and I enjoyed the cool on the platform. I looked at the moon in the sky like a silver plate and said, "How nice the moon is! If only I could play on it. " "No, the moon is not good at all." He Ming, who is only four years old, said. "Why?" I'm confused. He Ming cocked his mouth and pointed at his ear and said, "Look, this was cut by the moon after I pointed at it." When I saw it, alas, He Ming's ears were "rotten", which was so scary. Since then, I have often looked at the moon in a daze. Is such a beautiful moon really so fierce?

Another bright moon night. I'd like to point at the moon, but it's no joke to have my ears cut off. I also want to say that He Ming's speech doesn't make much sense. Don't trust him. Thought of here, I can't resist the pressure in my heart. I pointed my finger at the moon, turned my back and lay on the bamboo bed. I put my hand on my chest and closed my eyes, as if the moon were cutting my ear. "Yoko, why are you covering your ears on such a hot day?" My mother asked me in surprise. I have to tell my mother the truth. Unexpectedly, before I finished, my mother smiled and said, "Silly thing, how can the moon cut its ears?" Look, mom is still pointing at the moon, trying to lose her ear. Let's put them down and go to sleep together. " How can I sleep? I'm really worried that mom will lose her ears, too! After a while, my ears didn't fall off, and my heart relaxed a little. It suddenly occurred to me that the moon might not be cut until I fell asleep. The falling heart rises again. I have to keep my eyes open. After a while, my ears didn't drop and my eyes blurred. "Maybe ... the moon won't ... cut my ear." I spoke off and on, and soon fell asleep. When I got up the next morning, I ran to the mirror and looked. "I didn't lose my ear." I jumped three feet for joy.

This matter has been very interesting and ridiculous until now, laughing at my innocence as a child.

Childhood fun

Open the photo album, funny but childlike photos are displayed in front of you, and the bits and pieces of childhood are fixed in this beautiful memory. There is a photo, which I call "an interesting childhood story". I can't help laughing when I see it.

The old cat in this photo looks aggrieved; My brother has a sly smile and a pair of scissors in his left hand. The old cat has no beard left. Huh? Is it an old bald cat? Hey, hey, it's not. If you want to know the truth, wait for me to take my time

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, a family that finally got together was having a midnight snack, but I found my "little greedy brother" missing! "Great," I was filled with joy. "You can have his share!" "Oh, no, his guy, did he sabotage it again?" "No, I have to go and see!"

"Where have you been? Ok ... think about it, probably in the kitchen of the lair. " I smiled mysteriously and crept into the kitchen. Sure enough, as I expected, "bad luck! I got your evidence. Hush, don't startle him! "

Look, the little brother was looking at the old cat with a magnifying glass in his hand, and suddenly said, "Old cat, these beards should not be left!" " You should shave like dad! ""no way! "I'm worried about the old cat. At that moment, my little brother pointed the scissors at the target and clicked. What a tragedy! He is dead! The vigilant old cat suddenly woke up, saw that the beard was gone, and began to cry, as if to say, little master! How did you disturb my dream? I don't care, but you cut off my moustache, which is my magic weapon to kill mice! How can I live without it in the future? What a naughty child's heart! Why do you want to keep my magic stone for cutting?

When my uncle heard the cat meowing, he knew and ran into the kitchen. Then dad followed, picked up the camera, pointed it at the old cat and brother, and pressed the shutter. Childishness is instantly frozen.

Dear friend, did you laugh after listening to my story? May every day of your life be filled with laughter!

When I think of my childhood, I can't help laughing. How naive I was at that time and how many stupid things I did that made people laugh and cry.

A fat and big rooster was fed to grandma's house in the country. It always holds its head high and stomps proudly among the chickens. Especially bullying people, often bullying hens, and even fighting for food for chickens. I don't like it, so I want to treat it. Looking at grandma's fishing rod, I had a good idea: fishing cock! Do it. I dug a big, fat earthworm and bought an extra-large fishhook. Hey, hey, don't think I'll kill you!

I made all the preparations, went upstairs to grandma's stall, quietly put down the hook, laid it flat on a piece of grass, and then scattered two shriveled valleys to call the rooster, but soon I was dumbfounded: the old hen and the chicken heard the news, and I was anxious, and I didn't care whether the rooster would see through my plan, so I lifted the fish regardless of the willy-nilly. The rooster didn't seem to care about my plot, let alone guess my psychology. He just turned around and drove away the hens and chickens, and then went to eat the withered valley with peace of mind. I think it must be stupid, yes, arrogant guys are stupid, so I put down fishing with peace of mind. Haha, the greedy fool really fell for it and suddenly hooked the fish. I covered my mouth and burst out laughing. The rooster seems to feel a little bad, but the sharp hook has got stuck in its mouth. It shook its head desperately, but the more it shook, the deeper the hook got stuck. At this time, I thought I could close the pole, so I hit it hard with my hand. The chicken's mouth is bleeding, its mouth is wide open and the needle is stuck deep in its throat. I also fluttered for a long time, scaring the hens and chickens that turned over and liberated. Finally, the arrogant cock could no longer be arrogant and died in the west.

I ate delicious chicken at night, and I didn't seem to have any remorse in my heart. I also had the cheek to brag to adults that my cock fished and drank a delicious chicken soup.

Miss childhood, miss the crisp and ignorant laughter.

2 childhood!

Flowers in bud,

Childhood!

Which one is it?

Thriving grass!

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Whenever I read this poem, it always reminds me of my childhood fun. ...

In a blink of an eye, winter is coming; Grandpa Beifeng strode on snowflakes, only to see him waving long sleeves and blowing hard with all his strength. Snowflakes fell from the sky and immediately covered the earth, as if to put on a thick cotton-padded coat for the earth. ...

In the morning, when I opened the window, I saw a white scene ... how beautiful! Everywhere is white, and the branches are covered with long, short and crystal clear "ice cream". People in twos and threes are enjoying this rare scenery and scrambling to take pictures in front of this beautiful snow scene ... amid the shouts of my friends, I quickly ran downstairs and prepared to play snowman games with them. When we are ready, the game will begin at once. Everyone quickly chose their own venue to make a snowman. I found a good place and got busy happily. At first, I felt cold with snow in my hand, but after a while, my palms warmed up and I didn't feel cold at all. My head still oozed sweat, and I steamed it out ... It took me a short time to put the snowman's body. My companions are much slower than me, mainly because their snowman base is not solid, but it collapsed when it was about to be piled up, so everything had to start all over again ... My snowman was piled up soon, and it was very beautiful. You see: it wore a red snow hat and had big eyes, and I drew two red eyebrows on it. It also has a round and pointed nose. I was the first to make a snowman, and my friends made snowmen one after another. Finally, the "referee" awarded me the first prize, and my heart suddenly filled with joy, just like drinking honey water. That's great.

Childhood, my memory.

Looking at the thick-stemmed tree outside the window, I couldn't help thinking deeply. I gradually feel that my childhood is slowly eroded by time, and the residual afterglow reminds me of the old days when I was locked up, so that my childhood is integrated with that tree and divided into three parts.

When I entered the first step of my childhood, I always wanted to grow tall and grow up. At that time, I knew nothing. I just wanted to be an adult, go to work, work and earn money back to my parents. Maybe it's because they love me so much. In the first grade of primary school, I was not used to school life. I don't like my classmates and teachers very much. I don't like the class door that is twice as tall as me. I thought they were all laughing at me. The school is like a prison, the classroom is like a cell covered with moss, and the class door that can't be touched with hands is like a black railing. I was afraid of everything there, so this happened.

One morning, I had to go to the prison. Finally, when the class started, everyone sat in their seats. It seems that God is always against me. Why is this section so long? I am looking forward to class. The class was over. On the contrary, I waited for a long time. I can't stand it at last. I opened my voice and shouted, "Mom, I want to get out of here." My voice is a little choked up. Suddenly. I still remember this scene vividly. I smelled a damp smell, and the air covered my crying. I heard the teacher's footsteps approaching. I feel itchy on my head, as if thousands of bugs have climbed up.

The footsteps stopped and the teacher stopped beside me. Someone laughed, but the sound soon disappeared. I felt that laughter blocked the teacher's sight, so I looked at the classmate.

"Don't you really want to grow up and make money for your parents?" "Don't learn how to make money?" I don't move. I was silent for a while, and what he said was very reasonable. The crying died away. I wiped my tears with my thick fingers and nodded. The teacher's mouth suddenly showed a sincere smile. The whole class laughed, and so did I. It was that angel who made me understand the teacher's love, made me more confident, took a big step towards my childhood, and planted my roots more firmly in the wet soil.

By the third day, I had matured a lot, understood many things I couldn't do, and fell in love with studying more. Now, the school is no longer a dark prison, the classroom is no longer a cell, and there is a class door that is almost as high as me. I have a special feeling about it. That's my home. Where is it? I made an academic friend. If there is a problem in the engineering class, he helps me patiently like a teacher. However, he is like a teacher.

"It's so hot in summer." "I agree with you, it's true." I walked with him on the way after school. In the face of this hateful weather, we are like food in the oven. "No way." He gritted his teeth and said angrily, kicking an empty soda can five meters away. Only heard a "crash", he has come to a cold drink shop and picked up a bottle of soda.

The boss held out his greedy and fat palm as if to remind me of something. I know he is hinting at me and asking me to give him money. I looked around, there was no sign of that classmate, and an ominous feeling invaded my brain, like a huge wave coming at me.

"Please give me six dollars," the boss said very gently. I dare not speak, for fear that his next sentence will be crazy.

I feel more and more high, and the boss's unchanging face makes me more afraid.

"Hey, why do I have money in my pocket?

"Oh, by the way, this boy played me again, no wonder I just felt this way.

I took out my money and handed it to the fat boss.

I really want to beat him up.

Of course, I am thirsty and tired now. On the way home, it's like walking on the Long March, exhausted. Hey, what's up? Blame yourself for being stupid.

In this way, I touched my friend. I know this is not a simple term. I will have closer contact with it in the future. The trunk of the tree will end.

How time flies! I am a student in grade six. I especially like watching birds and watching them come back. I am taller than him in that class. That's why I'm bored.

Look at the mossy wall, short class door, kind classmates. Thinking about the past, I think everything has changed.

This is the preciousness of friendship, right?

That night, the school was quiet, and occasionally there were one or two birds chirping. Everyone fell asleep in our dormitory.

I let out a cry and woke up from my dream. Suddenly my stomach seemed to be kicked hard, and the pain was unbearable.

Another classmate woke up, probably because of me. I struggled out of bed, ready to go to the infirmary. At this moment, a hand reached out to help me. "Wow" I called out. "Shh, don't make any noise." I looked at him, but he really scared me. I rubbed my paralyzed hand and he took me to the infirmary.

In the infirmary, he asked me about my illness and gave me medicine. On the way back, he carried me all the way to the dormitory.

I slept in bed and thought a lot. I finally really know friendship and understand the meaning of this term. I can't help salty tears and let them roll down my cheeks.

I don't spend much time with my classmates. Watching the birds return, I have some ideas. All good things must come to an end, and eventually we will all go to different parts of the world. Childhood has also come to this place, and the leaves have withered. How wonderful and brilliant the story of this dead tree is. So what? They're all dead. Finally, no one knew, and disappeared in the misty rain.

My neighbor's music interrupted my train of thought and I was awakened. "The days in a hurry passed too fast, so in childhood, the days in a hurry passed too fast, so in childhood. ...