Childhood is colorful, just like beautiful seashells by the sea; Childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll who plays all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, it reminds me of an interesting thing.

Our family has a father who is known as "the ever-victorious general" and a mother who is "a master of family". At that time, I also earned the title of "knowing many stars". At that time, at my grandmother's house, I had nothing to do, so my mother suggested that our whole family come to a painting competition. After listening to this, I nodded again and again. Painting is my strong point, so I quickly invited my aunt to be the referee. And he said with great pride, "Mom, if I lose this competition, I will do the dishes next week!" "

My mother smiled and said nothing, and promised that if I could win the first prize this time, I would buy me a plush bear that I had long admired. I'm dancing, and even better, the paint brush is ready.

Unexpectedly, before the start of the game, my mother spoke again: "The key to winning this competition is not whether the painting is good or not, but the method and wisdom. We can't do it ourselves, we have to rely on animals to do it. "I was puzzled, and the spirit of winning just now was poked away by half. My mother looked at my distress and even laughed, and my father also embellished and laughed at me. No, we can't lose momentum first. I winked at my aunt and she smiled.

The game started, and my mother wanted to be a pioneer and caught a chicken from the chicken coop next door. I was curious to see what my mother had done and was puzzled. I saw my mother mixed the paint, spread white paper on the floor, sprinkled a few grains of rice, and put the chicken's claws in the paint to get wet. Oh, I see. Mom deserves to be a mother. It's a wonderful plan. After a while, the green bamboo leaves are presented on the paper. My mother proudly said, "This painting is called' Bamboo Branch Drawing'". Just after my mother's words were finished, the full-fledged chicken took a shit on the paper. I immediately burst out laughing, and my father also laughed, rubbing his stomach and saying, "Pride makes people fall behind. You can't count ... when will this chicken painter take a shit?" Aunt scored 60 points after her mother's name.

It's dad's turn to draw. With a wave of his hand, dad came, and he is a good chess player. This painting is hard to say. I watched doubtfully as my father drew a word "He" on the paper with a small spoon. Hey, hey, dad didn't even forget to argue about painting, and even moved out the "home and everything" that he was nagging about. After a while, a word "He" composed of ants appeared on the white paper. Alas, the word was moving, and I squatted on the ground, laughing. Dad forgot that ants are going to move food into the ant nest. Aunt gave 6 1 point after her father's name.

But it's my turn. There are no unattainable goals, only unexpected ways. Like my father, I drew a word "big" on the paper with sugar, but I used glue before. Sugar attracts ants, and glue sticks to ants, which is a clever lesson. Sure enough, the ant came and put a word "big", so mom and dad were dumbfounded. I proudly took photos with my mobile phone, and my aunt gave me a hundred points.

I won the fluffy bear, and also won the title of "intelligent multi-star" at home. Now I finally understand that there is no unattainable goal in this world, only unexpected methods.

Second: there is a kind of warmth, always there.

We are in the prime of life and are used to explaining our growth with rebellion in the rings of youth. And those youths have always been more or less indifferent to us for a warm period of time. Always, I feel that we have full wings enough to soar; Always, I feel that the generation gap with my parents is insurmountable; Always, quietly refuse the warmth from home.

Every time I go home, I will find that the white hair on my mother's temples is more and more arrogant, and I feel a fierce sadness in my heart. Those so-called rebellions that youth should have will have no place to be placed. Every time I get a call from my father, his voice becomes more and more muddy, but it always contains slow expectations. He believes in his daughter. Dad's back has become rickety in the passing of time, and I can't squander those good times.

Someone once said that there will always be a kind of warmth that will make us suddenly wake up. I had a rude quarrel with them, and then I didn't go home for a month in anger ... My brother said, Sister, my mother will cook dinner for you every Saturday afternoon, but the phone you call back always makes an excuse not to go home, and my mother's eyes are cold, sister, you know? My younger brother also said that my father is always worried that you can't keep up with your studies, and he said that he would give you more living expenses every month, so that you must keep up with your nutrition ... and I ... actually ... I am in good health, so that I get fat.

I always think of my father's hard work in earning money to support his family in the middle of the night, but he always smiles at everything. In front of me, he is still calm; I always think of my strong back in the face of suffering and misfortune when I am lost. She still grits her teeth and overcomes everything ... Behind these, a hidden warmth will make me learn to be strong. I know that there is a kind of warmth that will always be there, and that is from home, a hidden warm place.

There is a kind of warmth, always there.

I hope it helps you.

Please adopt o(≧v≦)o~~