It was a summer day, and the unique warm wind in summer caressed everything, and there were crisp and pleasant insects singing from time to time. I got up early and walked alone in the Woods, humming the children's songs I just learned, and gradually merged with nature.
Suddenly, there was a rhythmic song in my ear. I stopped singing, held my breath and listened carefully, and the song gradually became clear. "cicada, cicada ...", ah! It turns out that cicadas are singing loudly!
I can't help but feel heartache at the thought of cicadas. A few days ago, Zhang, the little brother of my neighbor's family, caught a few cicadas and looked cute. I still won't let go after a long time. So, I ran home, prepared all kinds of tools one by one, and skipped back to the Woods.
At this time, the forest is so quiet, and the long cicada singing adds a little elegance to it. I took a step quietly and lurked under the tree.
I have long heard that cicadas are very alert, and they will run away at the slightest sign of trouble. Sure enough, I hugged the trunk and rose vertically, but the bamboo pole accidentally grazed the leaves, and the cicada had flown without a trace.
This time, I was more careful and climbed the tree quietly. While the cicada was enjoying the sunshine and breeze, I quickly put out the bamboo pole. As soon as the sticky gluten of the sugar juice touches the cicada, it sticks firmly to it, and no matter how it struggles, it can't escape. In this way, a small and lovely cicada came into my hand.
Ah, this is still a cicada that has just shed its skin! Soft and light wings, delicate body and black pearl-like eyes are simply a vivid elf! Holding it, I couldn't help singing happily: "Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..."
Time has passed, and I still remember it clearly. Whenever I think of the scene at that time, I always smile. References:
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The discovery of childhood
My childhood is like a box, full of colorful and interesting things. There are some wonderful things in the box, and some "stupid things"-small "discoveries"!
One of my "great discoveries" happened in my yard. It's a sunny morning. I was playing in the yard when suddenly a little yellow dog ran in. I jumped up in fright and shouted, "Wolf, help!" My parents ran out when they heard the news, but what they saw was a puppy running around me. I was scared to death. But instead of helping me, my parents laughed and said to me, "That's not a wolf, it's a little yellow dog. It doesn't bite. It's cute." With this, I became interested in the little dog. I watched it carefully and played with it. I found it running. If I want to run fast, why not land on all fours? I'm glad of my discovery. I thought I wouldn't tell anyone. I heard that, please go to smile happily, it won't bring you disaster anyway. Unlike you, my "discovery" actually cost me dearly.
The next day in physical education class, the teacher said that running in this class can make me happy, so I thought: My "discovery" can be used now!
"Run" With the teacher's shouts, I tried my best to run on the ground. Suddenly, my face fell to the ground with a bang, and it was a big bag that hit me on the head. I was in tears with pain, and the most important thing was that two white front teeth were "gloriously laid off". The teacher hurried to help me. I don't know what to do.
I still want to laugh when I think about it now. How naive I was at that time. This incident filled my life with laughter and lit up my childhood like a bright lamp. Agree 10| Comment (10-3-2817: 49 9782778)
Hard-working spider
Everyone has his own childhood discoveries. In my memory, what impressed me the most was a little spider. Spider is an industrious insect. I didn't think so at first. ...
Spider webs are everywhere Every time I see a spider "sleeping" on it, a small butterfly bumps into a spider web because it doesn't look at the road. At this time, the spider immediately woke up and walked towards the food step by step. No matter how hard the butterfly struggled, it was finally sent to the spider's mouth. At this time, I thought: why can spiders eat delicious food without spending any time, unlike us, and they have to work hard to make money to eat it? So every time I see spiders eating delicious food, I think of spiders' laziness. One night, I don't know what sound woke me up. I turned on the light and saw that the spider web was gone overhead. I thought the spider had moved, so I fell asleep, and no one noticed ... The next day, I saw a spider web appeared overhead. What happened? So I decided to find out that night. Night has finally arrived. I put my flashlight by the bed, so I fell asleep. At 2 o'clock in the morning, I opened my eyes and took a flashlight to shine on the wall. I saw a spider eating its own web. What is this? Spiders actually ate their own webs, so why will there be a new one tomorrow? In order to solve this series of puzzles, I must finish reading it. After the spider finished eating the web, it took several hours to make a web with the silk spit out from the back of her abdomen. From then on, I changed my impression of spiders.
From the industriousness of spiders, I know that there will be no pie in the sky. Only by doing it with your own efforts will you have your own fruits.
Absolutely genuine, if there is plagiarism, it is absolutely pirated.
My hands are sore. Agree 17| Comment 20 12-3-3 08:58 Enthusiastic users.
I agree 14| Comments are in the long river of my memory (2) 2012-3-411:51enthusiastic netizens.
Hard-working spider
Everyone has his own childhood discoveries. In my memory, what impressed me the most was a little spider. Spider is an industrious insect. I didn't think so at first. ...
Spider webs are everywhere Every time I see a spider "sleeping" on it, a small butterfly bumps into a spider web because it doesn't look at the road. At this time, the spider immediately woke up and walked towards the food step by step. No matter how hard the butterfly struggled, it was finally sent to the spider's mouth. At this time, I thought: why can spiders eat delicious food without spending any time, unlike us, and they have to work hard to make money to eat it? So every time I see spiders eating delicious food, I think of spiders' laziness. One night, I don't know what sound woke me up. I turned on the light and saw that the spider web was gone overhead. I thought the spider had moved, so I fell asleep, and no one noticed ... The next day, I saw a spider web appeared overhead. What happened? So I decided to find out that night. Night has finally arrived. I put my flashlight by the bed, so I fell asleep. At 2 o'clock in the morning, I opened my eyes and took a flashlight to shine on the wall. I saw a spider eating its own web. What is this? Spiders actually ate their own webs, so why will there be a new one tomorrow? In order to solve this series of puzzles, I must finish reading it. After the spider finished eating the web, it took several hours to make a web with the silk spit out from the back of her abdomen. From then on, I changed my impression of spiders.
From the industriousness of spiders, I know that there will be no pie in the sky. Only by doing it with your own efforts will you have your own fruits.
Absolutely genuine, if there is plagiarism, it is absolutely pirated.
My hands are sore. Agree 14| Comments (3) 2012-3-521:51enthusiastic users.
In the long river of my memory, there are countless past events, some happy, some sad, some surprising, some ridiculous ... They are like exquisite shells, which are treasured in my mind. To say that a shell is the most full of childhood happiness and interest, it is this one. ...
It was a summer day, and the unique warm wind in summer caressed everything, and there were crisp and pleasant insects singing from time to time. I got up early and walked alone in the Woods, humming the children's songs I just learned, and gradually merged with nature.
Suddenly, there was a rhythmic song in my ear. I stopped singing, held my breath and listened carefully, and the song gradually became clear. "cicada, cicada ...", ah! It turns out that cicadas are singing loudly!
I can't help but feel heartache at the thought of cicadas. A few days ago, Zhang, the little brother of my neighbor's family, caught a few cicadas and looked cute. I still won't let go after a long time. So, I ran home, prepared all kinds of tools one by one, and skipped back to the Woods.
At this time, the forest is so quiet, and the long cicada singing adds a little elegance to it. I took a step quietly and lurked under the tree.
I have long heard that cicadas are very alert, and they will run away at the slightest sign of trouble. Sure enough, I hugged the trunk and rose vertically, but the bamboo pole accidentally grazed the leaves, and the cicada had flown without a trace.
This time, I was more careful and climbed the tree quietly. While the cicada was enjoying the sunshine and breeze, I quickly put out the bamboo pole. As soon as the sticky gluten of the sugar juice touches the cicada, it sticks firmly to it, and no matter how it struggles, it can't escape. In this way, a small and lovely cicada came into my hand.
Ah, this is still a cicada that has just shed its skin! Soft and light wings, delicate body and black pearl-like eyes are simply a vivid elf! Holding it, I couldn't help singing happily: "Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..."
Time has passed, and I still remember it clearly. Whenever I think of the scene at that time, I always smile. References:
Okay？
Childhood is beautiful, childhood is colorful, childhood is a beautiful song, childhood is a beautiful fairyland ... My childhood is like a shell on the beach, both beautiful and ugly. Now I will choose an "interesting shell" to show you!
It's very hot these days. The sun is blazing wildly on the earth, and it's as hot as a steamer around, which is going to evaporate people alive. I kept shaking the fan, and suddenly the power went out. It was so hot that I could hardly breathe. Suddenly I saw something black in front of me. Out of curiosity, I took a closer look. Ah! This is a "small group"-actually a group of ants. They blocked the mouth of the cave with a "huge" stone. People said, "Ants blocked the mouth of the cave, and heavy rain is coming." As I expected, it rained heavily.
After the rain, the ants began to block the hole again, but this time it didn't rain. After this time, I found that the ants made fake holes after the rain. At the same time, I also understand that nothing should be confused by appearances! Agree 10| Comment 20 12-3-6 18:22 Enthusiastic users.
Childhood is beautiful, childhood is colorful, childhood is a beautiful song, childhood is a beautiful fairyland ... My childhood is like a shell on the beach, both beautiful and ugly. Now I will choose an "interesting shell" to show you!
It's very hot these days. The sun is blazing wildly on the earth, and it's as hot as a steamer around, which is going to evaporate people alive. I kept shaking the fan, and suddenly the power went out. It was so hot that I could hardly breathe. Suddenly I saw something black in front of me. Out of curiosity, I took a closer look. Ah! This is a "small group"-actually a group of ants. They blocked the mouth of the cave with a "huge" stone. People said, "Ants blocked the mouth of the cave, and heavy rain is coming." As I expected, it rained heavily.
After the rain, the ants began to block the hole again, but this time it didn't rain. After this time, I found that the ants made fake holes after the rain. At the same time, I also understand that nothing should be confused by appearances! Agree with 9| Comment 2012-3-913: 071336131040 | Level 3.
Everyone's childhood has many interesting things, and I am no exception. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.
It was a hot summer. I am playing at my grandmother's house. My grandmother lives in the country. She keeps a lot of chickens. One day, grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought, how can they not take me out? There is nothing to do in the house. I want to go to the henhouse to see what those chickens are doing. Hardly had I entered when I heard a bang. A hen laid an egg. This is very interesting. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it's hot and wet. Here's an idea. I think chickens can lay eggs, so all the chickens in the henhouse can lay eggs. Why don't you dig out the eggs? Grandma won't praise me when she comes back and sees so many eggs, and maybe she will reward me. Yes, dig out the eggs! After thinking about it, I caught a chicken and pulled it out regardless of the willy-nilly. The chicken seems to know its fate, flapping its wings and trying to escape. For me, I hold the chicken feet tightly to see if it is good or bad. I haven't pulled it out for a long time. What's the matter? Why can't I pull it out and the reward is gone? I don't believe this can't be pulled out. I want to pull out the other one. I threw the chicken casually and went to catch other chickens. When the chickens saw me coming, they jumped up and down one by one, and started to run like mice saw cats. For me, I won't let go and keep catching chickens. No, I'm going to be a feather man in half an hour. I finally caught a chicken, and I began to dig. The chicken I dug out screamed "Wow", but I didn't take it out, and then I caught another chicken ... I dug up the chicken and it was foaming at the mouth. My ... grandma came back. When they saw my mess, they couldn't help laughing and asked why. Grandma not only didn't praise me, but also gave me a lecture. Later, I learned that except for the chicken coop.
This is an interesting thing when I was a child. Not only is it fun, but it also warns me from time to time: stealing chickens and not eating rice, don't do bad things with good intentions. References: