No matter in study, work or life, everyone must come into contact with composition. Composition can be divided into time-limited composition and non-time-limited composition according to the different writing time limits. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is a collection of excellent children's compositions that I have compiled for reference only. Let's take a look. Excellent Children's Composition 1
"Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, flying into cauliflower and nowhere to be found." Perhaps, everyone who has been there knows the significance of childhood in life. A person who does not have childhood is like a bird that has lost Wings, the tree has lost its branches and leaves, which can never be restored.
We are all growing. Now that I have become a teenager, my childishness no longer exists. But those memories from childhood often echo in my mind.
I remember that when I was four years old, I made a good friend in the middle class of kindergarten. Although we no longer see each other, we had a very deep friendship when we were young. When we were sleeping at noon, when the teacher wasn't paying attention, we put our hands into each other's quilt and played finger games; we also put stickers sent by the teacher on our respective bedside as "decoration", making the bedside colorful and colorful. A large group of girls came over to watch the fun. Later, when kindergarten life ended, I had to say "goodbye" to him, but his smile was deeply remembered in my heart.
When I was a child, I didn’t like to fight like other boys, but I was very “quiet”. At that time, the boys in our class especially liked to tease girls. Every time they queued up to eat, they would jump in front of the girls. Normally, not to mention, one would pull a girl’s hair and another would pinch a girl’s face. But I never touch girls. I can play well with both boys and girls, so I am very popular. But I also make some jokes sometimes. Once, I asked the teacher a question that I think is very childish now. This question is: "Can the moon be eaten?" As soon as this question was uttered, the whole class started laughing. At that time, my face immediately turned into a "tomato".
Another time, I was playing "Transformers" with some boys, and a group of girls asked me to play "play house", saying that they still lacked a father. So, I followed the girls without hesitation. As a result, from then on, the boys all called me "Dad".
In fact, these past events are unforgettable for everyone, because they contain beautiful memories of everyone’s childhood.
There is only one childhood. Once it is gone, it will never come back. Therefore, we must cherish it, love it and pay attention to every bit of it.
However, no matter what, I firmly believe that although childhood is gone, innocence and childishness will never leave us. Excellent Children's Composition 2
Childhood is a painting, and the painting contains our colorful lives; childhood is a song, and the song contains our happiness and joy; childhood is a dream, and the dream contains us imagination and longing. Childhood was a beach, and I was looking for the most beautiful shell on the "beach".
I still remember when I was a child, I was so naive and cute. There is an interesting thing that I still can't forget. Thinking about it now, I can't help laughing. That day, the teacher asked us to go back and do handicrafts. After my mother took me home, she went out to buy groceries. I was very interested in this craft and couldn't wait to try it. However, before I started, I encountered difficulties: this craft required glue, but I was not ready. "Glue, where's the glue?" I muttered. I drew back and forth on the table, and finally remembered the word "glue" according to the teacher's instructions. So, I started rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for glue. After searching for a long time, there is still no trace of glue. Is the glue playing hide and seek with me? I have to find it out! I thought to myself.
I walked to the toilet and looked for glue on the shelf. Suddenly, I found a bottle with the word "glue" written on it. Is this glue? "My heart was full of doubts. I pressed the squeeze point and said, "This is quite sticky. It's just like what the teacher said. It seems like it is it! "A smile of victory and joy appeared on my face.
I was fiddling with it on the table, but I couldn't stick the paper and rolled it up. I looked at my failed experiment. Sadly She started crying. At this time, my mother came back. I hugged her, as if I had found support, and told her: "Mom, the glue you bought doesn't work, and the paper is all rolled up!" "Glue, I didn't buy it!" "My mother took the so-called glue with lightning speed. She couldn't laugh or cry immediately and said, "This is the collagen essence water imported from South Korea! "Isn't this just glue? It has the word "glue" on it, but there are some incomprehensible symbols in the middle!" "My mother sadly helped me clean up the "mess", muttering from time to time, "What a pity, this bottle of imported cosmetics hasn't been used for long. "
The ridiculous childhood, the childish childhood, shines with dazzling light. This "shell" is so beautiful, forming a gorgeous memory in my heart! Excellent Childlike Composition 3
Childhood is like a string of pearls, one thing is connected to another; childhood is like a jar of honey, with our sweet memories in it; childhood is like a gust of wind, the carefree days are fleeting. Childhood, what a perfect word. , which is full of our joy.
Everyone has their own childhood memories, and what I miss the most is the winding river in my hometown.
The river has no name, and the water is not deep. It is neither crystal clear nor turbid. My brother said that there are no fish in clear water and it is difficult to catch fish in muddy water. So we often catch fish, shrimp or play by this river.
One day during the summer vacation that year, my brother took me with a small bucket and a sun hat and asked me to catch fish by the river. When we got to the river, we rolled up our pants and went into the river. Suddenly, my foot seemed to be pinched by something. I raised my foot and saw that it was a little crab holding my foot with its pincers. It hurt me so much! My brother hurried over and caught the little crab, but it still waved its pair of pliers unwilling to admit defeat. It looked so cute!
There are some aquatic plants at the bottom of the creek. These aquatic plants are hiding places for small fish. But even if the small fish are hiding in the aquatic plants, we can still catch them: shake the aquatic plants with our hands, and the small fish will run out like a swarm, and then use a fishing net to collect the small fish in the fishing net.
My brother can also catch loaches. The loach is black and cunning, and often lies in the mud. The brother used his hands to break up the mud, then pinched its head, lifted it up and threw it into the small bucket. It climbed up and down in the bucket, and my brother had to scoop out half the bucket of water before it stopped moving.
In summer, my brother and I would splash water on each other in the river. We would smile at each other and prepare to "fight" to see who was wetter. As my brother splashed, he said: "Black girl, black girl, you don't know how to blush, shame! Shame! Shame!" Although I didn't say anything, I thought in my heart: You are not much better, because everyone in the village calls me brother. "Black boy".
After returning home, my brother and I gave all the fish, crabs, and loaches to our mother, and we drank delicious fish soup in the evening.
Childhood is like a little bird, flying here and there in a hurry. Childhood is full of laughter and joy! How I miss my childhood self and the happy me! Excellent Children's Composition 4
Childhood is like a box of paints. It is colorless. There are pinks that represent joy, grays that represent sadness, and red that represent warmth. Next, I will talk to you. Let’s recall the pink childhood that represents joy!
I remember that I was only five years old at that time and I liked eating steamed buns very much.
Once, my mother coaxed me to take a nap, but I refused to sleep and insisted on eating steamed buns. My mother had to go and knead noodles to help me make steamed buns. I knead a small ball of sticky stuff out of it and imitated my mother. I watched the dew-like sweat falling from my mother's forehead, and I really wanted to help her. Suddenly, the phone rang, and my mother went to answer the phone in three steps at a time. As for me, I saw the opportunity coming, I took off my little shoes, revealing my chubby little feet. Without hesitation, I stepped on my mother's half-filled flour, and started to happily help my mother "knead the noodles"! I kept jumping, jumping, jumping in the basin, watching the sticky unknown object in the basin gradually become smooth, and my heart was so happy, because I was finally able to eat steamed buns! After my mother came back from answering the phone, she saw me like this. My mouth turned into an O shape, and my eyes turned into bulging fish eyes, blinking from time to time. She was stunned. It was strange. Awesome! I was still young and ignorant at that time, and I blinked my eyes and kept giggling at my mother. When my mother saw this scene, she couldn't laugh or cry. She struggled to pull me out of the swamp-like basin, swallowed, forced a smile, then looked at me blankly and said, "Go take a bath!" But I But he refused to go, crying and clamoring for steamed buns.
My mother comforted me and said, "How can you make steamed buns if you ruined half of the noodles? Okay, mom will make them for you again next time, okay?" But I didn't Ken, I insisted that my mother continue to make steamed buns from the basin of flour that I had stepped on with my little feet. My mother was afraid that I would get sick from eating it, so she refused to do it. I was unwilling to do so, so I rolled on the ground and jumped around on the dining table. I was still filming randomly on TV. When my mother saw me like this, she had no choice but to make five steamed buns with the basin of flour. I saw the white and tender steamed buns and drooled a lot. I couldn't help but pick up a steamed bun and put it in my mouth. I put it away, ate one, and then another. Gradually, I finished all the steamed buns. According to my mother's description, when I went to bed, I kept saying: I want more steamed buns! ”
Although it has been a long time since this incident, I will smile happily every time I think of it. This kind of smile is not laughing at my stupidity at the time, but liking my innocence and cuteness at the time!
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How about pink paint? Excellent Children's Composition 5
The interesting things that happened in childhood are like the blue butterflies in the grass. Clusters, clusters, exuding an attractive smell, which makes people want to go up and take a look.
I remember that in the winter when I was 5 years old, my mother and I went to the countryside to visit my grandma. There are many little mice, they are all plump, round, and furry and very pleasing to me. It is very cold in the winter, so the little mice have no place to go, so they have to hide in my house because I am the only one who welcomes them and my mother and grandma do not let them come. But the clever little mice still found a good place - their mother's valuable down jacket. They worked together to bite a big hole in the down jacket, and the whole family hid in it without feeling cold at all.
A few days later, my mother will wear that dress.
I was a little worried that the little mice would be thrown away by their mother or eaten by big cats. But I can't find that down jacket no matter what. I only heard my mother yell "Ah——". After I heard it, I ran over quickly. My mother had already put on the down jacket. The little mice found something strange in their house, so they all ran out. It really scared my mother. Seeing that the mother was about to take the big cat out of the cage. I snatched the little mouse away at lightning speed and put it in my clothes, and stopped my mother's behavior. "Mom, the little mouse chewed up your clothes and you can no longer wear them. Then you can wear my clothes. I have a lot of clothes!" I said to my mother while protecting the little things in the clothes. The incident just went away, but in the days to come it became a joke for everyone every time they saw me.
There is another thing that makes me very happy and still fresh in my memory. It happened when I was 6 years old. At that time, I was keen on running out and playing alone. On a refreshing summer afternoon, I went to the park to play with my sister in order to find her. I told my mother a story first and put her to sleep. Then I quietly slipped out of the house and out of the community. I followed the crowd across the street in a familiar manner, shuttling between people and cars. As soon as I arrived at the park, I went straight to the pond and caught fish with my own small water cup. I had long forgotten that the purpose of this trip was to find my grandma and sister. I played until dark and then reluctantly returned home. My mother was so frightened by me that she almost called the police. Seeing them nervous, I found it particularly interesting. This became something I laughed at my mother from then on.
I am a playful and naughty child. Many such things happened in my childhood. Now that I think about it, I still find it very interesting. Sometimes I can’t help but laugh out loud. .
Childhood is so good! Excellent Children's Composition 6
"Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, happy songs; childhood footprints in a string; childhood stories in a pile." Can this song make people happy? Do you think back to your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, there were many things worth remembering...
Seeing the little ducks playing happily in the river reminded me of an interesting incident. I remember it was a sunny noon, and my mother said she would take me to my grandma’s house. I was dancing for joy. Because there is a crystal clear stream in front of my grandma’s house. The scenery to the west is pleasant and it is a good place for children to play. I look forward to that day coming.
Finally, my mother took me back to my grandma’s house. As soon as I arrived at my grandma's house, I couldn't wait to grab my cousin and ask her to play hide and seek with me by the stream. The two of us were like two happy birds, flying in the direction of the stream. The creek was very lively, the ducklings were chasing each other, and the fish were swimming happily... My sister and I also played a hide-and-seek game. My sister asked me to hide first, and she would come find her. I racked my brains to find a hiding place. I looked around and around, and finally Huang Tian paid off and I found a relatively secluded place. I ecstatically hid behind a big rock covered with greenery, imagining that my sister couldn't find me. That anxious feeling...
Suddenly, I found a small ball-like thing not far away from me catching my eye. I took a closer look, hey! Isn't that a little duck? I watched its body covered with yellow fluff trembling all the time. I was puzzled, thinking of a large group of ducks playing happily in the river, and then looking at this little guy, I couldn't help but wonder: Why is it here? Are your friends unwilling to play with it? Or it couldn't find its mother...
I thought about it and decided to help it and let it return to the creek to play happily. So, I picked it up carefully and put it into the stream. Unexpectedly, it kept struggling in the stream, and after a while it stopped moving. I was petrified, and my sister laughed so hard when she saw this. It turned out that I was wrong, that was not a duck, that was a chicken. I regretted it very much. If I had been able to identify and observe carefully at that time, that little life would not have been strangled. Feeling guilty, I buried the chick.
There are colorful dreams in childhood, happy songs in childhood, unforgettable stories in childhood, and childhood is full of fun! Excellent Children's Composition 7
Perhaps everyone has had a ridiculous memory. Now let me share with you some interesting things about my childhood.
In kindergarten, the children were all watching TV downstairs after school, waiting for their parents to pick us up and take us home. And I was so fascinated by it that I was immersed in the animation. Unknowingly, all the friends around me were picked up. I looked at the empty space around me and was very scared. Why was I alone?
Tears filled my eyes. The more I think about it, the sadder I feel. Does my father not want me anymore? Thinking of this, the tears kept falling down like falling golden beans, showing an unstoppable attitude. The teacher found me crying alone, so he comforted me and took me to the big class to play with other children. I cried and looked at them curiously. I felt very strange. I seemed to be squeezed out, and then I thought again, "Daddy doesn't seem to want me anymore." Then my cry sounded like a trumpet again. They laughed at me, which made me cry louder. The teacher was also at a loss, as anxious as an ant in a hot pot.
"Hello!" This is dad's voice! I followed the sound happily and saw that it was Dad! Like a little bird, I saw a friend I had lost for many years and fell into my father’s arms.
Along the way, my father said like a brother to me: "Hey, why are you crying just because of such a trivial matter? A man must be as invincible as Ultraman." I lowered my head shyly and said The sound was like a mosquito, and there was no movement at the end: "Well, I...I thought you didn't want..."
I was still young at that time, and I was always confused about what I had done. Don't know anything. I still remember one time when I was going to go downstairs to play, but it was getting dark, and I naturally thought that it was going to rain! I just planned to entertain myself on the second floor.
I was playing with the newly purchased Ultraman toys on the second floor corridor and accidentally kicked a pair of canvas shoes. It hurt so much that I covered my mouth and screamed. I thought angrily: "These shoes are really in the way." The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Finally, I became so angry that I did something stupid - I picked it up and threw it into the trash can. Then ignore it and continue playing with the toy. After playing enough, I looked back and realized that I had done a bad thing. What if the owner of the shoes finds me? The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. I lost my toy and ran home immediately. Panting and knocking on the door: "Dad! Mom! Help, help!"
Looking back now, I can't help but cover my mouth and chuckle. How could I be so stupid when I was a child? Of course, that was because I was ignorant when I was a child. I think everyone has their own interesting childhood stories that are worth recalling when they are bored, right? Excellent composition on childlike interest 8
Innocent childlike interest is the most glorious shell on the beach; innocent childlike interest is the most evocative memory in the long river of life; innocent childlike interest is the most evocative memory on the way to growth. The most brilliant brilliance.
When I was a child, I did a stupid thing at my grandma’s house: I brushed the dog’s teeth. My grandma’s family had a long-haired dog that was all white. The dog was given to my grandma to raise just a few days after the dog was born. The dog is white all over, has big eyes, and is very curious. He will nibble on everything he sees, which often destroys things at my grandma's house. Despite this, the work unit and grandma still like this puppy very much.
One time, when I was about to brush my teeth after getting up, I saw a dog running over happily. I looked at the dog, then at the toothbrush in my hand, and thought: Why do people brush their teeth? What about dogs? I racked my brains and thought for a long time, oh, my young mind finally figured out a reason: because the dog came to my grandma’s house a few days after it was born. It is only over a year old now. The dog is still young and doesn’t know how to brush its teeth. Someone else brushed his teeth... So, I picked up a toothbrush and wanted to brush my dog's teeth. Unexpectedly, as soon as the dog saw me chasing it with a toothbrush, it ran away quickly. The dog was running amok and I couldn't brush his teeth. I simply put down the toothbrush, moved a chair, brought a skipping rope, grabbed the dog and put it on the chair, and used the skipping rope to help the dog’s whole body. Then, I picked up the toothbrush and stretched it towards the dog’s head. In the mouth. The dog ate a little toothpaste and spit it out immediately, refusing to open its mouth. I put the toothbrush into the dog's mouth again. The dog struggled and refused to let me brush its teeth. In desperation, I Reach out and open the dog's mouth, thinking about it, put the toothbrush in. Unexpectedly, the dog didn’t want to brush its teeth, and the dog had the habit of chewing things since he was a child, so he bit me. I was bitten in pain and cried loudly. When grandma heard my cry, she hurriedly put down her work, ran over and asked anxiously: "Ah Yue, why are you crying?" When I saw my grandma, I gradually stopped crying and said sadly, "Grandma, grandma, The bad dog bit me." He extended his little hand to grandma. Grandma looked at it and said distressedly: "Ah Yue, don't cry. Fortunately, it didn't bite into the flesh, it just made a small mark on the skin." Grandma said. After taking the medicine, she helped me apply the medicine and asked me: "Why did the dog bite your hand?" I said angrily: "I wanted to help the dog brush his teeth, but the dog refused, so he bit me." Grandma He laughed loudly, and after he finished laughing, he said to me: "Silly boy, dogs don't need to brush their teeth." After saying that, he helped the dog untie the rope.
This is the stupidest and funniest thing in my childhood. Excellent Childlike Composition 9
I haven’t been to my grandma’s house for several years, but the apricot tree in front of her house is still in my memory.
Before I went to formal school, my parents sent me to my grandma’s house because they were busy with work. I spent a wonderful childhood there, and one of the witnesses was the almond tree.
When I was three years old, I went to my grandma’s house. Not long after arriving, my grandfather planted the apricot tree in front of the door. At that time, my cousin and I went there with small hoes. "help". Grandpa hurriedly said: "Put this thing down quickly, be careful not to touch your feet!" We laughed and held on to it, "How can this be done? If you get hurt, I can't take responsibility for it?" After my grandfather repeatedly begged us, we finally learned the lesson. So, two small benches were brought in, one for each person, and they sat and watched. "Can that little sapling survive? Look at how thin it is?" I asked my cousin in confusion. My cousin said: "Of course it can survive. Why not plant it?"
My cousin and I surrounded the small tree, jumping and laughing happily. The two of us grew up with the little tree and had great fun. I also used a pencil to mark the small trees. We have to compete to see who grows the fastest. A year later, the apricot tree was taller than the two of us and became the tallest and strongest one. We both laughed, and the apricot tree swayed its branches in the wind.
In spring, the apricot trees sprout new branches, glowing with youth and vitality. The two of us ran under the tree, raised our heads and hugged the trunk, singing happily to wake up our good brothers who had been sleeping all winter. In the summer, the branches were luxuriant, and we came to enjoy the shade under the tree. At that time, we were already five years old, but we asked our younger brother to shade us from the sun. Later, the apricot tree bore fruit, and the bright red color reflected the cuteness, making people reluctant to eat it. However, being naughty, we still took one, held it in our hands, and looked at it carefully. My cousin said, "Try it first and see if it tastes good." I took a bite and said, "Why is it so sour?" Seeing my painful expression, my cousin smiled and said, "It's not yet cooked." "After a while of sourness, I pursed my lips and said, "It's sour yet sweet! It's delicious!"
My cousin and I both hope that the apricots on the tree will ripen quickly and be delicious. What a pleasure! One day, my grandma came over with a small basin and said, "Come on, let's eat apricots!" My cousin and I rushed over immediately, taking two each, and laughing while eating. After eating, my cousin asked me to keep the apricot kernels, dry them in the sun and make them into toys.
The apricot tree has paid a lot for us, and we must repay it! In winter, my cousin and I dressed him in a straw coat, built snowmen under the trees, and had snowball fights to make him happy with us.
As spring passed and autumn came, after many severe cold and heat, the apricot tree became tall and straight from the small sapling it was back then, and my cousin and I also grew up slowly. The apricot tree not only brought us delicious food, but also brought us happy moments in our childhood. 10 Excellent Children's Compositions
This is the introduction I saw on my friend's Weibo some time ago. Maybe it was because of my peers, but I actually felt a kind of helplessness.
A child who is no longer a child seems contradictory, but if you taste it carefully, it has a different meaning. In a world where competition is unprecedentedly fierce, he is not the only child to sigh like this.
Sometimes, I wonder, what takes away the innocence and innocence that should belong to us? Is it time? Time ruthlessly slips through the fingertips, leaving no trace and mercilessly taking away the innocence. Taken from us. Is it pressure? Competition in society is becoming increasingly fierce. Schools that we thought would not be affected have now become a stage for us to compete. In the competition, we secretly compete with each other, putting all our thoughts and energy into it, and forgetting the original innocence in our hearts.
It is said that those who remain childish will never grow old. Even though he is actually very old, his childlike heart can always give people a fresh and lively feeling. Childhood is the catalyst for youth. Keeping a piece of innocence in your heart is equivalent to keeping a piece of youth.
Childhood is the purest and most beautiful thing in the world. It can make evil villains move to tears and change their ways. I have seen a movie that tells the story of a murderer who designs a trap to lure people in and then takes the opportunity to kill him. One day, the murderer saw a cute little boy and became evil towards the child. He gave the child a toy car and wanted to kill him while the child was playing. He didn't want to but was moved by the scene in front of him: the cute little boy was playing with the car carefree on the lawn, with a happy smile on his face... He approached the little boy, but there was a trace of hesitation in his heart. . "Uncle, thank you, it's really fun." The little boy said to the killer with a smile, a little sweat shining on his forehead. "Uncle, don't you like toy cars?" the little boy asked coquettishly, shaking the murderer's arm coquettishly. The murderer's eyes were moist. For the first time, he heard someone say "thank you" to him, and for the first time, he saw the loveliness of human beings. He gave up the evil thought in his heart. The little boy never expected that his innocence saved his life and at the same time saved a poor man who was about to embark on a road of no return...
Keeping some innocence in your heart means keeping a youth; keeping some innocence in your heart means keeping a feeling. How I wish that, a few years later, when our temples are already gray, we can write our personality declaration from the bottom of our hearts: a child who will always remain innocent. Excellent Children's Composition 11
"Childhood" is a beautiful word. Seeing these two words will bring back many memories for us. Among these memories, some are happy, some are sad, and some are filled with mixed emotions. These memories are all our precious treasures. Below, I will select a few interesting things from my childhood for your reference, so that you can see how "silly" I was when I was a child.
One day when I was 4 years old, my mother and I were walking in the park in the community. Suddenly, I pointed to the catkins flying in the sky and said to my mother: "Mom, who is so wicked that he leaves cotton everywhere?"
"This is not cotton, this is catkins, the seeds of willow trees. Oh," my mother covered her mouth and said to me with a smile, "If you keep talking, be careful and the catkins will float from your mouth to your belly, slowly sprout, and finally grow into a willow tree, haha!"
I believe it is true, I didn't dare to speak anymore, so I quickly covered my mouth with my hands. Unfortunately, a piece of catkin still got into my mouth.
The next day, the breakfast in the kindergarten was my favorite milk and hamburger. I was about to eat it, and suddenly I remembered the catkins in my belly. Fertilize and water? So, I had to hide aside and watch others eat. The teacher found me and asked me why I didn't eat. I answered truthfully.
She laughed loudly: "Hahaha, your mother was just teasing you! How could the catkins grow in the belly?" I blushed after hearing this.
Another time, my father and I went back to our hometown in the countryside to play. I looked at how many chickens my grandma had at home, and one of the roosters was particularly cute, so I started playing with him. When it was time to cook at 11 noon, my father said to kill the chicken and eat it, but I disagreed. Dad thought about it and said to me with a smile: "Okay, as long as it lays an egg within 10 minutes, let it live!"
I believed it and prayed that it would lay an egg quickly, 1 Minutes, 2 minutes... 9 minutes passed, and seeing that the time was almost up, I picked up an egg next to me and put it under the chicken's butt, and then shouted: "The chicken is laying eggs!"
Dad responded. Come, looking at the egg, he was at a loss, so he had to say: "Okay, let this chicken live, I will use this egg to make egg soup!" He cracked the egg open, but the egg white and egg yolk did not It flowed out, and upon closer inspection, it turned out that the egg was cooked. Later I learned that roosters cannot lay eggs!
Everyone’s childhood is colorful and is the wealth of our life! Excellent Childlike Composition 12
Let’s go away from the childlike fun of leaving, that summer, that summer full of sadness, the season of leaving and breaking up, saying goodbye to childhood. What an innocent time, holding hands and happily walking on your own fortress.
We live in our own fantasy world, watching the wind, rain and lightning in our own auditorium, and listening to the flowers falling due to our own hearing. My fantasy world is located in the countryside. I can't say that I lived in the countryside when I was a child. I can only say that most of my childhood happiness was in the countryside, not in kindergartens surrounded by iron fences. There is a hill behind the house. This hill is connected to several other hills. It has a good name "Phoenix Mountain". I have never seen a phoenix in the mountains, or even a pheasant. I remember there was a lot of bamboo on it and these bamboos gave me a long standing suspicion of bamboo in movies and books. These bamboos don't have that delicate feel. Some things are yellow, like the cry of time and the changing annual rings. And these bamboos are very strong. I remember that I took firewood and chopped the bamboos, even the thinnest branches were not chopped. Bamboo grows, of course, as bamboo shoots. I also dug up the bamboo shoots here and heard that they all grew very well and tasted very good, but I didn’t eat them all. At that time, I really hated the unique tongue feeling, sesame grains, uncomfortable. I can’t remember how the adults dug out the bamboo shoots. It looked like it had been split open with a woodcutter. I just held the basket of bamboo shoots excitedly. I want to peel the brown bamboo shoot skin with my hands, and there is a lot of brown skin embedded in my nails. It has been cut for a long time, and there are white, yellow, and special, indescribable smells inside. I didn't smell this fragrance in the bamboo shoots I bought from the vegetable garden. There are a few bayberry trees behind the bamboo forest. That is my home. I like to eat bayberry, but I don't like to pick it. I have been there several times and there are a lot of mosquitoes there. Just like a guard with a spear guarding the bayberry trees, he always returns with a big bag every time he comes. And cobwebs always make me uncomfortable. Most of the bayberries picked were eaten, and some were filled with wine. I stole the bayberry soaked in wine, picked it up with chopsticks, and stuffed it into my mouth with great difficulty. When I was picking up the bayberries, when the bayberries came out of the wine surface, I dropped them again and reached the bottom of the jar with my chopsticks.
After that, a "glass fiber reinforced plastic factory" was built on that mountain. The leaves were covered with white, the bayberries could no longer be eaten, and the bamboos were broken. After that, my childhood happiness disappeared.