One Sunday noon, my mother was sleeping soundly. I was only four years old then. I have no fun. I wandered around the room and somehow came to the mirror. Ah! Why is there a "person" who looks like me walking in front? It's okay if I don't touch it. I was shocked when I touched it. That "man" is actually flat, and he still holds out his hand as if to touch me. I quickly backed off. Ok, how dare you imitate me and see how I deal with you. I slapped, the "person" slapped, I slapped, and the "person" slapped. Oh, it hurts. I feel horrible. I am flat and can move. You can learn from me and hit people. It is broken. It must be a monster. I quickly ran to my mother's bed, grabbed her hand and shouted, "Mom, there is a strange thing over there. He hit me." My mother magically asked me what it was, but I kept pulling my mother in front of the mirror. Strange, there is another monster. I quickly hid behind my mother and couldn't help shivering. Mom looked at it and smiled. I asked, "Mom, what are you laughing at?" Aren't you afraid? "My mother turned to me and said," This is a mirror, not a monster at all. Look at that. "I saw my mother swaying from side to side, and the people in the mirror also swayed from side to side. After my mother told me, I realized that the mirror can "print" people, and people can see their own shadows in the mirror. No wonder it can do what I do!
Now whenever I think about it, I still laugh out loud!
What is childhood? It is a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a companion's mystery. ...................... In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I vividly recall the interesting stories of my childhood, my face always glows with ruddy luster. After all, the past is like the murmur of running water in my heart. Once the generation is so eloquent. .....
When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Grandma lives in the country, so many people ride horses from this village to that village. I am envious and want to try riding, but Matthew is too tall for me to ride. I was just about to get on the bus when I saw my grandmother feeding the pigs. I thought pigs were small and easy to eat. As soon as I saw grandma feeding pigs, I went to the pigsty. The pig ran into grandma's garden. The cucumbers and persimmons in it were trampled by pigs. I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree. This time, grandma caught the pig. After she drove the pig into the nest, she said I was too naughty to even ride the pig.
Another time was when I was seven years old. I just learned to ride a bike. I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode bicycles to the square to play, where there was a lot of space. I got there by bike, riding faster and faster, and suddenly I saw an adult riding a bike in front of me. I couldn't stop because I rode too fast. I was about to hit it when my mother called me. I thought to myself, "I'll get hurt if I hit it, and I'm not good at riding." What if I tumble? " I don't know what to do. Then I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay to jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I wasn't hurt, but my car was hit by that man.
Whenever I recall these things, I always giggle, so sweet and so brilliant. It seems that all fascinating memories are vividly reproduced. I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons of youth ... I think childhood is a tree without rings, which will never grow old and will never disappear. ......
Childhood is beautiful. Although the past of childhood is a little childish, it is innocent, and it is memorable and unforgettable every time I think of it.
When I was eight years old. At that time, I lived in the countryside of my hometown. One day, my uncle asked me to go up the mountain with him to cut wood. I was glad to go with him. Halfway up the hill, my uncle suddenly stopped. I looked around and didn't know what had happened. I saw my uncle looking at the branches, and I looked in that direction. It turned out to be a black thing! I thought it was an ant nest! Then I leaned over and wanted to ask. Uncle told me that it was not an ant nest, but a bee nest, and the pupae in the nest could still be eaten! Then he asked me to help him find some dead branches, and I picked some for him. I saw him tie all the dead branches I picked up to one end of a stick with a rope, and then took out a match and lit it. He wants to burn the hive! He told me to find a place to hide, and then slowly moved the stick that lit the branches to the black bees. Bees buzzed around in circles, and my uncle took the opportunity to take down the hive, and then kept picking things from it to eat. That's probably what he called "bee pupa"! Seeing the way he eats with relish, I think it must be delicious! I also ran to share with him. After all, I helped pick the branches! Who knows my uncle actually said, "children can't eat, but bees will grow up if they eat!" " Adults can eat! "I thought, it must be delicious. My uncle is stingy, coaxing children! In that case, I will try to find my own food and stop arguing with him! My uncle seems to have read my mind and told me never to touch the hive by myself, it would be very dangerous! I didn't think so much at that time, I just wanted to taste the bee pupa.
As soon as I got back, I immediately "called" my friends and told them in detail how my uncle ate bee pupae, making them drool down their throats! So we decided to act in secret, and everyone went to the hive to eat bee pupae! We found some sticks, dead branches and matches and set off. We searched along the foot of the mountain, but we couldn't find the hive for a long time. Everyone is very disappointed, everyone is depressed. At this moment, I found a little bee. I think, since there are bees, there must be a hive. Follow it back and you will know! So we followed the bee carefully all the way, looking for it for a long time, and I really guessed right. We found their nest! My friends are very unhappy and dancing. At first, I was happy, but I was still a little worried, because I remembered my uncle's warning, but my mouth watered at the thought of my uncle eating bee pupae, and I ignored everything. I was so excited that I forgot to make a fire and poked the honeycomb with a stick. I regretted it at once. The bees inside are buzzing in the hive. A bee pointed directly at my nose is a sting and a sharp pain: "Run, everyone!" " I let out a cry, and all my friends began to cry loudly and ran around in fear. But it's too late. Bees seem to be irritated. Crowds of bees were circling around us, and everyone's hands, feet and face were stung, crying and shouting. Until finally, our parents came and we were all taken to the hospital. ...
From then on, I never dared to take my partner to take risks without permission, and I also understood a truth. When I don't quite understand it, it is wisest to listen to the advice of adults, otherwise I will always suffer.
There are many interesting things in childhood, but the most interesting thing is 4 years old.
It was a sunny afternoon, and my father and I went to the park to play. It took me about 30 minutes to get to the park because of the long journey. There are many people playing in the park. Some people are watching lanterns, some people are sitting in pavilions to rest, and some people are going to see grass dragons and take photos with them. I was young there, and the outside world was too big and attractive for me. I heard someone shout, "Come on, let's go fishing together." I heard it, and I felt very strange. Dad listened and said, "That's good!" So, my father and I went fishing with the crowd.
When I went to the fishing place, I saw a big lake surrounded by pebbles of all sizes. I didn't think much, so I strode into the water. My father grabbed me and said, "Where are you going? Be careful that you fall into the water. " I listened and said, "I'm not going to catch fish. The fish is in the water. I have to catch it in the water. " Dad said to me, "There are tools to catch fish. You can fish. If you are not careful ... ". Dad's sermon lasted nearly 20 minutes. Tired of listening, I said, "Let's buy fishing tools now." "good". My father and I went to the place where fishing rods and nets were sold. I picked a fishing net at random and left because I longed for fish. Back to the fishing place, I learned to fish in the water like other children. I didn't catch any fish for a long time, just a few leaves. My waiting has reached a certain limit, so I said to my father, "there are no fish here." Let's go somewhere else. " Dad said, "fishing should be patient." Don't you think those uncles are like this? " As soon as I saw it, it was true. I didn't want to fall behind and started fishing again. After a long time, I changed fishing to swimming. The sun is setting, and I haven't caught any fish. So I changed my strategy. I stopped fishing in one place and changed places. I walked up and down the shore. Here, I found a fish floating on the water. Cover the fish with grass and continue fishing. Who knows, the fish died. I didn't know at the time. When it was getting dark, my father asked me to go home. I have forgotten about the fish and left in a hurry with my father.
The next day, I clamored to go fishing again, but my father couldn't, so he took me again. When I was fishing, I suddenly remembered the fish I caught yesterday. I flew to the grass and saw the fish still there. I am happy to say to my father, "Dad, the fish I caught yesterday is still there." Dad also ran to see a dead fish floating in the water, giving off a bad smell. Now I know how stupid I was when I put the dead fish in the water and saw it still there.