? --Childhood Companion
? I could smell the scent of fried chestnuts. I saw Jingjing squatting alone in front of the broken school building, holding a paper bag. Her small hands were shelling the chestnuts. The scent of fried chestnuts from Jingjing's little hands spread out, and the air was filled with a tantalizing smell of gluttony.
? During class time, Mr. Jiang was teaching in the classroom. Mr. Jiang is the best teacher in our village, but also the most strict. People in the village used to say that only students who were well educated could attend Mr. Kang's class.
? Jingjing is Mr. Jiang's only daughter. When Ms. Jiang was teaching the fourth graders, there was no one to play with Jingjing, so she squatted by herself in front of the classroom. At that time, I was not yet old enough to go to kindergarten. I often took my brother to the school to listen to other people's lessons. My brother and I walked hand in hand through the schoolyard, listening to the sound of reading from the classrooms. Smelling the tantalizing smell of chestnuts in the air. We looked at Jing Jing from a distance. She was wearing a pretty little dress, a pair of red shoes, and a pair of soft hair covering her round face, just like a beautiful princess in a fairy tale. I know that many people like to play with Jing Jing. As soon as she got out of class, a lot of people would gather around her. They would call her Jing Jing, Jing Jing, Jing Jing, Jing Jing, Jing Jing, Jing Jing, Jing Jing, Jing Jing, Jing Jing, Jing Jing, Jing Jing, Jing Jing, Jing Jing. People like her not only because she is a pretty little princess, but also because she is Mr. Jiang's baby girl.
? I like Jing Jing too. But I've never been close to her. Sometimes she would hold a beautiful candy paper in her hand, and she smelled like cream. But that day, she smelled like chestnuts. I don't know why Jingjing always had so many appetizing scents on her body.
? We finally couldn't resist walking towards the sweet-smelling Jingjing. I didn't want to talk to her, I just wanted to smell the chestnuts a little closer. All this time, we and Jingjing had been looking at each other, never speaking. Sometimes, she sat in front of the classroom and watched my brother and I play; sometimes, my brother and I wandered around the campus, looking at her beautiful clothes from afar. Or we envied the red shoes on her feet. In our village, there is no child who can wear leather shoes.
? The paper bag Jingjing was holding was a little flat, and the shells of chestnuts were all around her. When I got close to her, the scent of chestnuts became stronger. In addition to chestnuts, Jingjing also smelled like snow cream. Jingjing looked at us and then turned her head to focus on her chestnuts. I heard my brother's throat gurgling and swallowing. I whispered in my brother's ear that I would ask my mom to fry chestnuts for us when we get home. My brother nodded his head. Then we leaned against the same wall with Jingjing. I wanted to say a word, or call her Jingjing like everyone else, but I couldn't say a word. In addition to the smell of chestnuts, the air is Jingjing good smell of snow cream.
? When I finally opened my mouth to call her Jingjing, the end of class *** rang. Many people rushed out from the classroom and surrounded her, fighting to talk to her. She gave her mom the chestnuts she hadn't eaten yet. Mrs. Kang took them back to the office. Everyone praised Jingjing's beautiful dress. Some people asked Jing Jing if Mr. Jiang bought her red shoes. The campus was full of people. My brother took my hand and asked me to go home with him.
? Then for a while, I rarely went to school. I was called by my mother to do some light farm work. Occasionally, when my brother and I went to school, we didn't see Jing Jing. The school didn't allow people to look around the classroom door, and the teacher said that people standing in front of the classroom door would affect the students' learning. I didn't dare to play for too long, so I took my brother home.
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After that, I heard from my cousin that Jing Jing had gone to the town to study. When I saw Jingjing again, she was already a big girl. Mr. Jiang transferred to the town to teach. Jingjing's father, Mr. Ke, moved to our village's elementary school. Mr. Ke has been my homeroom teacher since I started elementary school.
"Oh, it smells so good!" When I passed by the hot pot restaurant, the smell seemed to take you back to my childhood, and it reminded me of the time when I used to barbecue in the yard.
The afternoon of this day, our yard friends gathered together, ready to copy the evening barbecue. After all agreed, it began to allocate who bring oil, salt, vinegar, monosodium glutamate, etc.; who bring vegetables, ham sausage, etc.. And I, on the other hand, will bring some combustible materials and lighters.
The long dinner was finally over, and when it was dark, we went downstairs on time *** . When everyone was almost there, we went to the backyard and used the firewood I had brought to build a shelf and stuffed newspapers underneath it. Then, we washed our hands, put cabbage, potatoes, ham sausage and so on with bamboo Qian string, set up a fire, everyone grilled a string, waiting for a delicious meal.
It was winter, so we roasted and brushed some oil on the side, and then roasted the fire. After a while, Zeng Yanting said: "Oops, the saliva is flowing out, I eat this ham sausage first!" After that, she took a bite into it: "En, it tastes good!" Boss Chen Ke said: "Humph, mine is not yet cooked, maybe mine is better than yours." Said, his bamboo Qian "click" burned off, the dish also fell into the fire. Chen Ke froze, and gulped, had to roast again. And my it, already cooked, and bamboo Qian did not break, I secretly happy for a long time, but the results picked up a look, found that has been roasted a piece of charred "ouch my mother!" The other side of the table, the other side of the table, the other side of the table, the other side of the table, the other side of the table.
After many failures, we tasted a lot of good food, and, holding hands, we danced around the fire. The light of the fire reflected on our happy faces, flickered and shone in our sparkling eyes, which were full of joy.
Now, we have to study for our own, there is no time to barbecue. We don't know when the smell of our barbecue will spread for ten miles.
Everyone has a childhood, your childhood may be happy, maybe boring, maybe sad, but our childhood is unforgettable. When I was very young, I got sick once. This illness made me feel the complete love of my mother. I remember one winter night, I had a terrible fever. My father wasn't home, so it was just me and my mom. My house was about two or three kilometers from the hospital. There were hardly any people or cars on the road. Mom didn't know what to do. Finally she made a decision to carry me on her back and run to the hospital.
Mom carried me on her back and kept running. The wind was blowing, and it was so cold that it cut my face. I lay on my mother's back, the surrounding seems to be so quiet, and my mother's breath is so loud; footsteps are so light and strong; heartbeat is so rhythmic. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, my mom was afraid that I would get hurt, so she put me down, took off her coat and put it on me, and continued to carry me to the hospital. On the way, she kept encouraging me to be strong and brave, and not to be afraid, with my mom, she will help and support you.
Suddenly my mom tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. She immediately got up and ran over to me and asked; "Did you fall, are you injured." "No," I said. She picked me up again and started to run. While running, I felt that my mom's foot seemed to be hurt, and when we got to the hospital, she asked the doctor to see me quickly. But the doctor saw that her foot was bleeding and asked to see her wound first. She refused and said; "The child is small and has been burning for a while, you can show her first! I am fine with a small wound."
This is not a big thing, but it is one of the most memorable things in my childhood. I will never forget this.
Childhood memories
Walking gently on the path of life, I look back and realize that I have come a long way. The beautiful childhood is quietly passed from the fingers, it played "tick tock" music, in the heart of singing a happy melody, so that people do not ignore its gorgeous ......
Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, joyful songs; childhood footprints a string; childhood, the most important thing is that you have a good time, you will not have to worry about the future. The footprints of childhood are a string; the stories of childhood are a pile of stacks.
Uncovering the yellow veil of childhood, there are joys and sorrows, anger and happiness, all at once, we are overwhelmed, recalling the past, sad memories are always short-lived, on the contrary, happy is always retained in the mind for a long time.
When I was a kid, I loved to eat fruit, no matter what kind of fruit, I can be swept away.
I remember one time, my mom came home from work and took a big bag of lychees out of the car, which made me drool. Mom put the lychee on the table, I immediately glazed over, staring at the bag, thinking about how to get the delicious lychee from mom. I looked at my mother with a smile on my face, while playing a bad idea while gently said: "Mom, I ......" not waiting for me to finish, a loud cell phone *** interrupted me. Mom took out the cell phone from the bag, and the other party said a few words, and then hurried out the door. I was so happy that I jumped up three feet high and laughed out loud with excitement, saying "I can eat lychee again"!
I climbed on a stool, from the high table to hold down a bag of lychee, and then tiptoe back to my room, lock the door, and then sit on the floor to unlock a large bag, reddish-brown lychee on the beads of water, exuding luster, has been stuffed with a bulging plastic bag can not be loaded with large lychee, there are two or three grains fell to the ground, I grabbed a handful of haphazardly, casually rubbed a few times in the clothes, and hastily peeled open a, and I was very pleased to see that the bag of lychee is not a good choice for me. Hurriedly peeled open a, for fear of being snatched away as if, white with transparent flesh presented in front of my eyes, I immediately stuffed it into the mouth, sweet juice in the mouth overflowed, but also spread to my heart.
"Boom boom boom!" Who is knocking on the door, I stood up, pull open the door, grandmother is anxiously standing outside the door, see my clothes are water stains, push open the door into the room, see the ground is full of peels and kernels, frowned at me and said: "you this child, the nest into what kind of situation? Next time you want to eat lychee, tell grandma, I'll go buy back to peel for you to eat, understand?" I nodded heavily and cleaned up the room with my grandmother.
If childhood is a song, it must be happy and happy, the eastern sky spit out a round of brilliant sun, my childhood reflected its colorful sunshine.
Yes! Childhood life is colorful, such as a song, sung to the ends of the earth; such as a book, recorded in the beautiful memories; such as a glass of wine, exudes a charming fragrance. Cherish a little bit of childhood, before becoming warm!