Childhood interesting composition 1
Childhood, like a steady stream of water, flows slowly in my heart. In this stream, there are both happy laughter and sad tears. But what I remember most is the funny stories when I was a child.
There is a stream near my hometown. In fact, it is not a real stream, but a small ditch formed by the confluence of ponds and mountains and rivers. We often go there to play during the summer vacation. Whenever I am free, I will ask my cousin and brother to go there to catch fish.
When we reached the stream, we jumped into the water before we could even roll up our trouser legs. We have tactics to catch fish, so we should pay attention to the division of labor and cooperation: I catch fish, my brother sets traps, and my cousin digs holes to release fish.
I kept stirring in the water with a fishing net, and the originally unclean water became more turbid. I fished hard and my brother stuck the fish card at the exit. The fish was frightened and swam along the current, but did not know that my brother had set a trap in front. I'm very proud, and I hope I can come home with a full load today.
Suddenly I heard the sound of falling into the water and looked up. My brother was pushed into the water by my cousin My brother climbed up with his eyes closed and saw his face covered with water. Looking at him, we couldn't help laughing.
After some efforts, we caught a lot of fish and went home happily. My parents scolded us when they saw us covered in muddy water, but we were still very happy, because the playful and naughty nature of children has occupied my young mind.
How happy childhood is!
Childhood interesting composition II
What's funny about my childhood? Don't worry, let me tell you slowly. As soon as you listen to the bag, you will definitely spray rice, haha ...
One day, my mother bought a fish to eat at night. I looked at the fish and thought: This fish has many black spots, so dirty, it is definitely not delicious. Or I'll brush it. My mother went out as soon as I set out. I first brought a washbasin, filled it with water and put it in the toilet. Find another brush and finally catch the fish in the toilet. Open the brush, "alas!" Fish always splashes water on me, so I hold it down hard, pick up the brush and say, "Fish, don't be afraid, my sister will brush it for you." "Brush, brush ..." I sing and brush fish.
After a while, I brushed the fish clean. At this time, my mother came back. "Son, what are you doing?" Mom asked me. I said, "I'm brushing fish, so it's clean." Mom squinted with a smile and said, "Silly boy, the color of fish is like this." I suddenly understood that there are still snakeheads in the world.
Although it's been a long time, it's interesting to think about it.