When I recall my childhood, I can look at the sun with clear eyes and see those trivial things. We have to check its texture carefully, so it is sometimes interesting. Mosquitoes in summer turn into thunder, and they privately intend to dance in the air like a group of cranes. Heart to do, just thousands, hundreds. Sure enough, cranes will hold their heads high, and everything is very strong. They will also leave mosquitoes in plain tents and spray smoke on them to make them fly against the smoke; Fruit is like a crane in the cloud, and fruit is like a crane in the cloud, which makes me relaxed and happy. I often squat in the concave and convex parts of the earth wall and the grass in the flower bed, so that I can be in line with the table and I can look at it carefully. I take the grass as the forest, the insects and ants as the beasts, the earth and gravel as the hills, the hollow valleys as the valleys, and enjoy myself wandering among them. One day, I saw two insects fighting for grass.
* * * There are hundreds of words, which are easy to memorize. It is the author's reflection of interesting childhood stories, which is really interesting.