Childhood (Poetry) In the warm sunshine, cuckoo twitters and laughs, poplar hands tremble with the wind, and childish songs wander in the running water. In this way, the happy years flow in the green birch forest, accompanied by the whispering of insects, the white dandelion exudes beautiful flower caps, and the gathering partners run in the wind, which is intoxicating. Waving gentle poems, screaming loudly, piercing the sky, childhood troubles, and so silently walking away ancient poems: childhood (poetry) in the warm sunshine, cuckoo crying and laughing, poplar hands trembling with the wind, childish songs wandering in the running water. In this way, the happy years flowed in the green birch forest, and the whispers of insects, white dandelions and beautiful flower caps gathered together. Our partners are running in the wind, and the intoxicating time is like this. There are fish playing by the gurgling stream, greasy aquatic plants swinging soft and lovely lines, screaming and piercing the sky, and the joy of childhood silently wandering ancient poems; "New Town Xugong Store" Yang Wanli's hedge is sparse and deep, and the trees are not shaded. The children hurried after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, but there was nowhere to be found. Essay "Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are here ..." When listening to the song "Childhood", I remembered an interesting story when I was a child. One summer afternoon when I was four years old, it was very hot. My mother took me to the street and bought a big round watermelon. When I got home, my mother just put the watermelon on the table of the Eight Immortals, and I couldn't wait to ask my mother, "When do I eat watermelon?" "You little greedy cat, my father is working in the field. It must be very hot. When he comes back, we will have dinner together. " Mother answered with a smile and went into the kitchen. I stared at the watermelon, licked my lips, and clamored for it with my mother. But my mother just didn't agree, so I pouted and moved my head. After a while, a good idea came to me. At that time, I was short and not as tall as a square table. So, I quietly moved the chair close to the square table, climbed into the chair carefully, and gently pushed the watermelon with my little hand, and the watermelon slowly rolled onto the table. At this time, I quickly jumped down from the chair and cried, "Mom, the watermelon is going to roll down!" " "The words sound just fell and before my mother walked out of the kitchen, the watermelon fell to the ground with a bang and broke into several petals. Mother picked up the watermelon, complaining and telling me to eat some quickly. I was so happy that I showed my pride while eating: my mother was fooled. I stole a look at my mother and found that she didn't find any flaws. So I grinned. "What are you laughing at? "Mom asked strangely." Watermelon is cool, sweet and delicious! "I answered naughtily. In fact, I know best. Looking back now, I really feel a little funny. When I was a child, I grew up in the countryside. As far as I'm concerned, children in rural areas live naughty lives. There is a saying in the village: at the age of seven or eight, dogs are unpleasant, and cats and dogs are rare. When I was a child, I was very naughty and got my father's board on my ass. It still hurts when I think about it. There is a haystack at Third Aunt's house. When spring is busy, she goes to work in the fields, leaving her son and me to look after the house. In order to harvest a nest of eggs laid by chickens from nowhere on the haystack, my brother and I stepped on several holes in the rain curtain on the haystack. If the rain seeps in, the grass will rot, and the materials for cooking at home for a year will be gone. Later, my brother stayed at my house for a week to avoid being beaten, and didn't dare to go home until her mother was angry. Of course, I also ate a meat board as always, but it was my mother and my third aunt who presided over the overall situation, just because I was an elder brother and didn't bring my younger brother. Sanyi's house is a tile house, and there are many sparrows nesting. She and her brother set up a ladder to climb up and uncover the tiles on the roof to catch sparrows and dig out sparrow eggs. As a result, a snake was pulled out, but it also scared my brother to fall off the ladder and suffered a slight fracture. It took him a month to fully recover. I also remember looking at my brother with a cast on his leg with regret, fearing that he would never be as alive and kicking as before. I don't know why, when I think of my childhood, I always think of this old story first. In other words, this is something I almost regretted in my childhood. Just like our life, when I look back on the past, I mostly put my bitterness on the surface first, which may be more unforgettable. Childhood is almost grown up under the temptation of bugs. I haven't been to McDonald's or KFC, and I don't know what pizza is, but children in rural areas have their own fun. The village is surrounded by mountains and seas, relying on mountains to eat mountains and relying on water to draw water. Small as children are, they understand this truth. A year's plan starts with spring. The busiest season in the countryside is also the season when friends start to be naughty. In the green rice fields, wow sounds come and go. I seem to have heard adults say that frog's thighs are delicious. Under the temptation of bugs, I can't help but consider the truth that frogs are beneficial insects. Find a small bamboo pole, pull a messenger wire and tie a live earthworm to the other end as bait. You are very knowledgeable when you get the bait, and you can't let the earthworm die, because the kindergarten book says that frogs can only see moving things; You can't let the earthworm slip off the rope. When the bait is gone, the frog can't be caught naturally. I made the best bait, so I became the king of children. Wandering around the small earth dam in the paddy field, after finding the target, we gently sent fishing tackle. The stupid frog jumped forward and opened its mouth to bite the earthworm. At this time, we should seize the opportunity, quickly lift the pole and throw it hard, and the frog will be thrown high. A little, and there will be a splash in the distance. After all, there are paddy fields all around. We just let the frog take a small air trip, and then change the position and use less. In my impression, I seem to have eaten frog's leg only once, tore off a small piece and forgot the taste, because it seemed cruel to see a frog's leg torn off alive, and then I stopped eating frogs. After all, the child's heart is kind. Fishing frogs is still fun, as if forgetting that we used to fish for food. At that time, there were many barren land in the village, with many waist-high weeds and blisters. There are many reeds and cattails in it, which is a good place for wild waterfowl. Spring is also the season for them to breed their next generation. Nesting, incubating eggs, molting chickens ... Birds' eggs are delicious, and these places around the village have left all my footprints accordingly. Weeds and shallow places in blisters have been swept away, and the rest are places with deep water. My friends are afraid to go in, because I am tall and courageous, so I dare to go in, so I have the richest harvest every time. Most of the time, I remember picking up almost a washbasin of bird eggs. There are two ways to eat bird eggs: one is to eat them on the spot, dig soft mud by the river, wrap them thinly on the eggs and burn them on the fire; Another way is to come up with it yourself, because we often see small shops selling canned quail eggs, and children who are short of money can only make a fuss about bird eggs. Boil the eggs in a pot, then break them, or add salt, pepper and fennel ... almost all the spices at home are added; Still keep cooking, just like cooking tea eggs now. Because I made it myself, it tastes as good as quail eggs in cans. About summer. Because of the heat, I was basically soaked in water and sugar, and more memories are the laughter of my naked little friend in the pond. In the autumn harvest season, we are also very busy. Huang Chengcheng corncob in the cornfield and full pods on soybean seedlings are our goals. The master broke off two ears and Hezekiah picked one. There is a rule among friends that you can't spoil crops. Although the children are young, they also know the hard work of farming. We have a kind of marine fish there, called blackhead fish. Every family will drown some, then dry them and leave them as a dish on the table in winter. Anyway, we know that dried fish will taste better when cooked. Every school holiday, we will get together, bring some dried fish, potatoes and sweet potatoes from home, break corn and pick some pods in the field, look for dead branches in trees and fields, light a fire and throw them in ... The smell still makes my mouth water. I went back to the countryside with my girlfriend two years ago and had a different taste. After all, childhood is irreplaceable! Winter in the north is a white world. It's nothing more than making a snowman, having a snowball fight, skating, sledding and playing ice gyro. There are almost no traces now, but one thing is quite interesting. I remember that there was a Felix Wong Yat Wa version of The Legend of the Condor Heroes on TV at that time, and beggar chickens were mentioned. We followed suit, stole our neighbor's chicken, knocked it out, and threw it into the snow to find firewood. When I came back, I found that the chicken was gone. We didn't know that the chicken woke up and ran away, so we looked for footprints and found more than 30 frozen eggs under a haystack. ..................................................................................................................................................................................'s childhood can only be in his own dreams.
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