Create a children's poem with "childhood interest"

Childhood memory is a beautiful wooden box. Open it gently. Some have been beaten more vividly by the wind, frost and rain as time goes by, and some have been hidden in your heart all the time. ...

When I was a child, I saw my mother make up every day. As soon as she saw me, she sent me away. "Leave me alone!" I thought to myself. Mom went to work, and my plan began. I took out Hong Kong and began to draw. Shut up and draw. Draw your chin. Open your mouth and paint your teeth. I took another bite, "Tianshan Tongliao! It's killing me! " I don't care! Rub hard on your face. After painting, I went to sleep again.

At noon, I was awakened by a sound of 200 decibels. My mother yelled, "Where can I get red?" "Mom, it's me!" Mom looked at me carefully and smiled! I thought, "This can break the world record."

I remember there were many interesting things in the box! Come and listen if you like! I'll tell you at any time.