My childhood, what is it? Is it laughter? A colorful palette? Or a ever-changing kaleidoscope? No, it's a beautiful song.
In that childlike era, I did a lot of childish and interesting things. They were like notes on a music score, jumping happily. When I think about it, they are still so unforgettable.
There are too many interesting things in childhood. If they were a string of wind chimes, they would make crisp, cheerful sounds when the wind blew. I remember when I was five or six years old, it was a hot summer day, with flames rising and sweat dripping down my face. Mom and dad are out. People stay at home and watch cartoons. When I watch them with great interest, I can't help but burst out laughing. Suddenly, I remembered a mosquito buzzing in my ear. I frowned and glared, feeling a little angry. I thought it was fine and continued watching the cartoon. The mosquito seemed to see that I was ignoring it, and became more aggressive, flying right in front of my eyes and spinning around. As if he was deliberately trying to make me angry. I ignored it again and stepped on it, but the mosquitoes kept flying around. I finally couldn't help it anymore, "Hahaha!" I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the mosquito was swatted away by me. My thoughts were as active as the splashing water, and I continued to watch my favorite cartoons.
While I was watching TV with great interest, two or three more "troublesome vampires" were flying around me, as if they wanted to avenge the mosquitoes I killed. "Come on, let's get revenge, the more the better!" I said proudly. Unexpectedly, I was just joking, and a few mosquitoes flew over. I am getting more and more nervous that there will be more mosquitoes. But I mustered up the courage to kill these "troublemakers." Many ideas exploded in my mind like sparks, and then went out one by one. But the "troublemakers" kept rushing towards me. I was so itchy that I scratched my head, and "little bags" kept crawling out one after another. I was getting angrier and angrier, and the anger was boiling in my chest, like a boiler that was about to explode due to excessive pressure. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I rushed into my mother's room to get a can of insecticide aerosol. But I didn't know which can was which, so I picked up a can and immediately sprayed it on areas with mosquitoes. "Ah! It smells so good! Hey! Mom bought the insecticide aerosol and also bought the scented one! It must be very expensive and very effective! Spray it a few more times. Hum! You 'troublemakers' will be defeated at my feet Come on! Hahaha!" I just sprayed it like this, but it didn't work for some reason and I even yawned a few times. "Ha...yeah..."
At this time, my mother came back. She entered the house and yawned. "Hey! Why does it smell so good? Ha...yeah...did my son cook something delicious?" "No...no." I told my mother the whole story in detail. After hearing this, my mother bent over with laughter and said that the bottle I sprayed was perfume. I laughed a lot too.
Through this incident, I understand that no matter what you do, you must ask clearly, do it carefully, carefully and meticulously, and never be careless in order to do what you should do. More perfect.
My childhood is a song, a happy and interesting song. In the singing of childhood, I slowly grow up...