Hi! Hello, I'm Zhao, and I'll tell you a little secret. Actually, my nickname is Zhao Qi, and I was born in Haidian District Hospital of Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine on October 20th, 20xx. At that time, my parents worked in Beijing According to my mother, I had a thrilling experience when I was a child. It was the sixth day after I was born. Aunt nurse pushed our newborn baby to the nursery to take a bath. My mother said there were four little guys in a car. When the nurse aunt gave us a bath and pushed us back to the delivery room, she called her parents according to the number plate on our clothes. But when the father took the child with him, he was shocked: Why did the big eyes turn into small eyes after the child took a shower? My mother also shouted anxiously: no, no, my girl's hair is black and long. The people in the delivery room also panicked. Dad looked into the car and saw a child kicking his calf and looking around with his eyes wide open. This is my girl! Dad said eagerly. Don't panic, don't panic, the number plate on the child's wrist won't be taken off in the shower. Aunt nurse said. Guess what? It turns out that the child with big eyes is really me. Hee hee, it's thrilling enough. Grade 3 of No.17 Primary School in Hongshan District, Chifeng City, Inner Mongolia: Zhao
Chapter 2: Listen to my mother's past stories.
The moon passes through the Bai Lianhua-like clouds, and the evening breeze blows waves of cheerful songs. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to our mother's stories about the past. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to our mother's stories about the past. At that time, my mother had no land, and all her life was in her hands. Sweat is flowing in the landlord's hot field, but my mother is eating wild vegetables and chaff. The winter wind howls like a snow wolf, but my mother is in rags. She went to sew a fox fur for the landlord and fell cold and hungry on the snow. After years of suffering, my mother is looking forward to today's good day. The moon passes through the Bai Lianhua-like clouds, and the evening breeze blows waves of cheerful songs. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to our mother's stories about the past. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to our mother's stories about the past.
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Chapter 3: Students practice "listening to mother's past stories"
On the afternoon of winter vacation, after my mother cleaned the kitchen, I pestered my mother to tell me about her childhood. My mother agreed and started talking. I sat on the bed and listened quietly.
When I was a child, my grandmother's family was in poor condition and had no money to buy toys for my mother, uncle and aunt. At that time, their favorite was mud. According to my mother, when she was a child, she often went to the inlet in the west of the village with her friends to dig some cement, and then came back to live with some water until it was soft. Then, they will use the mud to play the game of breaking bowls. They will knead the mud into the shape of a small bowl, then throw it hard on the ground, and finally see who falls the loudest is the winner. Mom smiled and said that she often won when she was a child.
At that time, because my family was poor, I was reluctant to buy a flashlight and went to school early, so my mother went to school in the dark. There is no money to buy a bike at home, so she walks back and forth every day. When I come back, the first thing is not to eat or do my homework, but to go to the fields. When I came back from the field, it was very late. At this time, I will have a quick meal and then stay up late to do my homework.
Although her family is not rich and she is always busy with her studies and farm work at home, she has a lot of happiness. At that time, working in the vegetable garden, she sometimes heard crickets chirping and would catch crickets. Hearing the cry of cricket, my mother followed the sound and walked slowly and quietly, holding her breath and not daring to make any noise. When she sees the cricket, she will pounce on it and cover it with her hand. Sometimes, cricket is very alert and will run away at that moment, so my mother has to continue to listen quietly and wait for the opportunity. To catch crickets, she sometimes has to pay the price of being bitten by mosquitoes.
Listening to my mother's story about the past, I seem to see a little girl running around in the dark night, doing farm work in the field and catching crickets in the vegetable garden. What happened at that time was really interesting, but it was really difficult!