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.
Classroom composition "an interesting thing"
On summer weekends, my father often takes Li Zihao and me to the Golden Square to listen to music and watch the fountain.
The fountain in Golden Square is both beautiful and fun. Every weekend, there will be a sea of people there, crowded with children who come to play. In the evening, the square lights are flashing and colorful. Really beautiful!
At about seven o'clock, the fountain began and the music began to play. The fountain is like a princess in a white skirt, dancing with beautiful music.
In an instant, Li Zihao and those brave boys rushed to the center of the fountain like runaway wild horses. Suddenly, because the center of the fountain was slippery, Li Zihao fell to his knees with a bang, and I laughed happily.
Then, the music stopped and the fountain stopped, so I took the opportunity to rush in. Unexpectedly, just halfway through, the music suddenly rang again and the fountain started again. I was shocked and rushed out, so I was soaked to the skin and could hardly open my eyes. I dare not run in again, but I still have a way. I can step on the fountain outside and spray the children inside. However, the children inside also spray me in partnership. In this way, we played with each other and soaked everyone like a drowned rat.
The fountain in the middle is like a silver hose, which lasts for nine days. The small fountain next to it is like its guard, protecting its surroundings and keeping me from approaching. But brave children will break through the guards' lines and go straight to the hose in the middle.
How time flies! Soon, the music fountain is over, and we are going home separately.
Although I was soaked through, everyone had a good time and was very interesting.
Childhood is happy, colorful and interesting! Whenever I think of these interesting past events, I feel extremely happy in my heart.