A. My Grandma and I Childhood Stories Essay 1000 Words
Childhood is a song, jumping with colorful notes;
Childhood is a poem, full of fantasies and longings;
Childhood is the best memories of all people, so naive and pure;
Childhood is like an interesting book, full of a wonderful story;
Childhood is essential for everyone, without childhood, people will lose a quarter of their lives, lose a quarter of the joy of childhood footprints in a string, the joy of childhood in a car ......
Everyone has their own childhood, have their own childhood anecdotes, childhood The interesting things as if the seashore in different shapes and colors of shells, in the sun's irradiation exudes colorful light, some people can recall a little less, some people can recall a lot of a lot of ...... For example, I:
I have countless interesting things of childhood, the color is not bright enough not bright enough to have slowly faded into oblivion, but the wonderful still vivid in my mind, I will stare at the spider to see it feeding, a look is an hour; I will lie down in the hot sun to dig a hole, dig it a four-way; I will take my father's razor to shave their hair; I will take my mother's lipstick to draw beautiful flowers ......
That winter, I do not remember the age of a few years old, asked my mother, my mother said that three or two years old it. I'm not sure how old I was, but I asked my mom, and she said three or two years old. Age first, anyway, in childhood. I clearly remember the day is very cold, snowflakes in the air, the ground has water on the place of thick ice. My mom was afraid that I would slip and fall, so she had to hold me. But I had to walk on my own, because I have my careful eye, I want to play with the ice on the ground. Naughty I picked up the roadside stone ice, a moment to stand on the smooth surface of the ice to play skating, a moment and make every effort to stomp the ice with his feet, hoping to step out of a pit to ...... Although the little face is frozen red, the little hands are frozen, but I still play happily. No matter how mom shouted how to call, I just pretend not to hear.
Suddenly, I saw a lot of small dots under the crystal ice, bright white, silver, and transparent oval things. I was so happy, curiosity drove me to put my face on the ice: "Little fish! Mommy, there are little fish!" Mom didn't even look at it and said, "Nonsense, how can there be fish on the main road, surely not." Seeing that my mom didn't believe me, I picked up the stone beside me and smashed it, hoping to smash it open and show my mom that there really was a fish. But I made a lot of effort and the ice was only damaged a little. Mom said, "Silly son, the ice is not too thick, but it is frozen solid, all the way to the ground, you can't break it." But I wasn't convinced, and I wasn't willing, and I wouldn't let it go, so I ran home in a big hurry. I'm going home to get an awl, I'm going home to get some weights, I'm going home to get some cones, I'm going to break the ice! I want to catch fish! No matter how much my mom tried to stop me, I wouldn't budge. I have no choice but to follow me and allow me to do whatever I want.
I took the iodine and cone, like a warrior carrying a gun, and the majestic and heroic "rushed" to the "battlefield"! I smashed ah, weight ah, cone ah, chisel ah ...... later mom to see me so persistent, also joined me in the action, finally, the ice was smashed open, directly to the ground, but the ground is exposed, my "fish" is gone. I bawled, crying my "fish": "my fish, I want fish!" Mom stood on the side, a moment to laugh, a moment to stare at me, and laugh, I look at my mother laugh, I cried even worse, I think it is my mother to my fish "laugh" away, if she started to help me smash the ice, my "fish" may not run. Mom laughed enough, embraced me to pick up the broken ice said: "son, your so-called fish, in fact, is the bubble under the ice, the ice breaks, the bubble will disappear. Look at those dirty things inside the ice, don't they look like little fish too?" I took a look, and really, a lot of the impurities inside the ice were also shaped like little fish. But I still didn't buy it and just cried for my "fish". Until later, my mom promised to buy me a fish home tomorrow, I just give up.
Winter and spring, year after year, the winter sun under the ice will still have a lot of bubbles inside, I will not take them as fish again, the kind of ice cracking to catch the fish silly things I will not do again, but I am incredibly nostalgic for the young I made a small "silly" things, the kind of small silly things, that is, my childhood memories, that is, my childhood happiness, that is, my childhood memories, that is, my childhood happiness, that is, my childhood memory. It is the joy of my childhood, the innocence and innocence of my childhood, the footprints of my childhood ......
B. Listening to my grandmother tell me stories about my childhood 400 words
When my grandmother was young, my family was very poor, and even I couldn't eat the salted duck eggs that I couldn't stand to look at. But she always wanted to eat salted duck eggs. She thought the best food in the world was salted duck eggs, but her family was so poor that she couldn't afford to buy them! The neighbor's house happened to be a duck breeder, and he had salted duck eggs in his jar. Grandma asked her neighbor, "Salted duck eggs must be delicious, right?" "Yes." The neighbor said, "I'll give you one to try when it's pickled." After some time, the salted duck egg was ready, and the neighbor gave the grandmother a big salted duck egg. Grandma was very happy with the salted duck egg, but she still could not eat it. Because she had a good friend who also wanted to eat salted duck eggs. Grandma carried the salted duck egg in her arms and walked five kilometers to her good friend's house and gave the salted duck egg to her good friend. Her good friend couldn't bear to eat it, so she cut the salted duck egg in half, one half for each person, and the grandmother and her good friend ate it with great relish. Grandma said it was the best thing she had ever eaten in her life.
C. Essay on the story of my grandmother and I 500 words
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, every night when I took the shuttle bus home, my stomach would be very hungry, and I sometimes couldn't help but yell a couple of unprofessional yells.
Then at some point, there was always an extra bun on the kitchen table. The buns were black and white, and it was clear that they were made of mixed grains. The hand is fluffy and soft, but also through some hot air. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this.
In fact, the steamed bread in the eyes of many people, but is no more than the usual food, but for a hungry person - such as me, bite on a mouthful, lips and teeth full of sweet flavor, from time to time to smack a few mouths of happiness, do not know that I thought I stole the Queen Mother's peaches of immortality it!
Every day I will be a little bit to savor this delicious steamed buns, but will not eat it all, the remaining half, I will be placed on the steamer, to give it to do thermal insulation, and so on down to the field of the grandmother back to eat, so that she replenish the energy, after all, grandmother is already more than sixty years old. But most of the time Grandma will always be some reason to excuse the past, the steamed buns will let me eat, but I will turn my head and stubbornly do not eat, every time Grandma can not stubborn me, had to hold in tears, full of happiness will be the rest, still with some temperature of the steamed buns to eat.
Every night a sweet steamed bread seems to have become a routine, that hidden in the steamed bread in the love, will always, forever in our hearts, accompanied by my grandmother and I through a spring, summer, autumn and winter ......
I hope to be able to help you, look at the adoption, thank you
D. their own memories as children with their grandmothers
My family lives in an alleyway that is a hundred meters deep, and my family is the third one counting from the door. There were 2 other grandmothers in my version of the neighborhood, Grandma Quan Jia and Grandma Liu. When I was very young, for some reason I always liked to go to Grandma Jia's house for dinner. Whenever it was time for dinner, I would go to Grandma Jia's house with a small bowl of rice. When I went there, Grandma Jia's family was also having dinner, and there were grandpas, brothers and sisters, and uncles. Grandma Jia also likes me very much
E. How to write an essay on how I compare my childhood with my grandmother
On this day, I came to the small yard of my grandmother's house. Push open the door, the yard is quiet, the birds do not call, the wind does not blow, it seems that no one wants to break the silence. Grandma sat in a rocking chair and closed her eyes, once she heard the noise, slowly opened her eyes and asked: "Who is it!" "Grandma, it's me!" I immediately jumped into the grandmother's arms, we were too excited to say a word.
After a while, Grandma opened her mouth, she looked and said I: "Xuan, you finally came back to see me, see what you want to eat, come on, into the house." "No, Grandma, I want to come to interview you." "Ah, interview me, well, say it!"
"Grandma, how was your life when you were a child?" "Oh, it's not as good as your childhood. When I was a child, my family was very poor." "Let's start with school." "School, it was far worse than yours. I couldn't even get a book cover, but when I was lucky, I could pick up some old paper. I'm afraid even a child wouldn't look at that old paper if it were at your feet. And we ah, a few children have seen, scrambling to pick up, sometimes in order to grab, and also broke the hand, but no one is not convinced. In fact, that old paper has been crumpled, but no paper to use, crumpled also have to." "And?" "And we didn't have a school bag, so what did we do? We found a few pieces of rags and sewed them together, put the books inside, and it became a school bag." "What about school?" "The school, don't mention it, was poor. One or two small cottages, tables made of cement, chairs from home. Some, alas, had to sit on the floor." Grandma paused and then continued, "The school was a few kilometers from home, and every day, at dawn, I got up, had to cook for myself, and then ran to school. In winter, it was even more unfortunate, snowing heavily to go to school, for fear of getting their shoes wet, so they went to school barefoot, and by the time they arrived at school their feet had become carrots." Grandma finished, she looked at the blue sky, and look at the land, said: "You see, the difference is how big ah. 1950s to the 21st century, only less than a century has changed so much, the party's policy is really good ah!"
China is the best, as long as you work hard, you can succeed. Whoever dares to invade us, let it perish.
F. Grandparents when I was a child, the story of the Spring Festival to write 500 words
At that time, although the New Year's Eve is poor, but there is a source of folklore, from the twenty-third of Lunar New Year to do the sugar melons, sugar melons eaten on the Zao Wang Wang, twenty-four to clean the house, dismantle the washing laundry and so on, twenty-five, six steam rice cakes, to buy some simple New Year's Eve, fruit candy, sunflower seeds, peanuts, dates, and so on. Twenty-seven, eight buy fish, buy a small amount of meat, but also steamed a variety of steamed bread, that is the New Year's children to wear new clothes, some old clothes wash is. Chinese New Year is also very nervous thirty nights ago, to paste a good New Year's Eve, window, Spring Festival couplets, and some also in the yard on the fire, (representing a year-round new prosperity and development) thirty days adults are the busiest after lunch on the ding ding ding ding chopping dumplings, the children are most happy, the whole night around the fire to play around and chase, firecrackers all night, which may be called the night watch. On the first morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the first thing the children do is to pay New Year's greetings to their elders. The elders take out the money (20 cents, 30 cents, or 50 cents for the rich) that they have already prepared and give it to the next generation, and then they go with the adults to pay New Year's greetings to their relatives and friends.
G. Essay about me and my grandmother (200 words) grandchildren love
Lights under the love of the years love
Early winter wind chills Linlin, the lights silently irradiated, warming every heart that longs for care, in the wind and cold affection in the wind and cold is how beautifully frozen ah. The snow is vast, the true love is faint.
I have been living with my grandmother for more than ten years, and now I am no longer with my grandmother, which is I miss the past that wonderful time.
I was reading a book, there is a warm breeze blowing over, I know that is grandma, I put down the book turned to open the door, to meet grandma, grandma smiled, this smile makes grandma look more kind, and more let me feel warm.
"Oh, I wanted to come and ask you if you are cold and hungry from reading at night, let me get you some clothes and food."
"It's fine, I'm not hungry, you go to bed early first. You are old, don't tire your body."
Grandma left with some worry and relief. I continue to read the book again, thinking that grandmother may not be assured that I have not rested, or I will go to accompany my grandmother, maybe this will be better.
So came to the living room, Grandma seems to be asleep on the sofa, I did not call Grandma, looking at the table placed on my favorite dishes and rice, the heart warm, suddenly feel a little salty feeling in the mouth, only to understand that I shed tears. Seeing my grandmother's hard work, I ate something with tears in my eyes, which was my grandmother was awakened by me, opened her eyes and smiled at me. At this point I felt a little sleepy.
I went into the bedroom, lying on the bed, this is the light on, grandma came in, so I sat up, grandma sat on the bed, I leaned on her shoulder, she stroked my hair with her hand, it was very light and light, that light with great love. It was Grandma telling me stories about my childhood, and I was mesmerized, as if I were a young child again. I have been smiling, feel the light so bright, so warm, accompanied by grandma's interesting stories I stepped into dreamland.
The love under the light is so warm, so selfless, so fond of.
How many snowy days, wandering alone in the light, to retrieve the beautiful memories, a long, long time, refused to leave; how many times looking at the ground full of snowflakes, can not suppress the inner impulse to hold a handful of snowflakes, deep, deep, longing for the "light of the love of the years love" to return! ......
I wrote my own article, you can look at it and then change it on your own
H. Grandma and Grandpa's Childhood Stories Exercise 400 Words
Today, my grandma and grandpa told me a story around food and clothing from a few decades ago.
In the old days people wore monotonous clothes, and all year round everyone was not warm enough to eat, and even the clothes they wore were old clothes with monotonous colors and patches everywhere. Moreover, they couldn't even afford to wear new clothes all year round. Unless it is the New Year's Eve, the mother will treasure a long time of new clothes one by one to the children.
In normal times, everyone eats grains and cereals, some families eat wild vegetables every day, chewing on the bark of the tree that is not a rare thing, these things in the past, is often the case. Because, at that time, the landlords often exploited the poor, so the people can not turn over.
At that time, people, all live in the earth house, and there is no brick house. The people who lived there had a dirt kang, and their bedding was patched. Every day, we all get up before dawn, make a fire to cook, can not afford to go to school children are herding sheep. Or go out and do farm work.
Anyway, no matter what, now is a new society, a new country. Now the 21st century has been a sea change technology is also developing rapidly. The number of children who can't afford to go to school is also less and less. People's lives have also changed greatly. A skyscraper has also risen in this prosperous land. Now 80 percent of the people are living in the building.
China's 5,000 years of splendid culture will also continue to be passed on, so that our motherland will become more powerful
I. Older generation of childhood stories essay
Childhood, like an unending stream, slowly flowing in my heart. In this stream, there are both joyful laughter and sad tears, but what I remember most is a silly thing I did when I was a child.
It was when I was four years old. One morning, Grandma was frying in the kitchen and realized that there was no salt, so she was anxious. Why? Because I was the only one left in the house, and I didn't know what would happen if she went out and left me alone. That's why she was so worried. At this time I saw through my grandmother's difficulties, so I volunteered to say to her, "I'll go buy salt for you."
"You?" Grandma looked at me with suspicion.
"Yes! I've been there several times before!" (In fact, I've never been there once.) Grandma nodded helplessly.
Soon, I bought salt from the kiosk and was happy to be working for an adult when I stepped on a banana peel and fell to the ground, breaking the bag of salt and spreading it all over the place. I immediately panicked, thinking: salt on the ground dirty, I have to quickly tell this bad news to Grandma listen to.
When I came to the door of the yard, I saw that the grandmother next door was washing rice. I was struck by an idea, I thought: since rice can be washed with water, then salt must also be clean. I borrowed a water bowl from Grandma Wang. I went to the street and put the salt into the water basin, and ran to the faucet in the courtyard.
The water quickly filled the basin, I shook it vigorously, and then put my hand in to stir it. The basin was empty, and I was so frightened that I didn't care about the basin and immediately ran to my house.
Back home, I told my grandmother what happened. Before I finished, my grandmother had already laughed. She touched my head and said with a smile, "Silly child, salt is not like rice can be washed, it is dissolved in water." I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to.
From this incident, I know a truth: we should think twice before doing anything.
2. Interesting childhood stories
Everyone has a childhood, and the interesting childhood stories are just like the various colors of shells on the seashore, glittering in the sea accompanied by colorful radiance, can not be counted. And now I still hold in my hand that the most glittering shell, that is one of my most memorable childhood fun.
I remember when I was a child, my yard planted a and I was born with the orange tree, I often take a knife in the trunk of the tree carved a mark, every day to measure their own whether to grow taller. Looking at the horizontal lines, I really hoped to grow taller. One day, I suddenly realized I was shorter than the mark. Oh, my God! Had I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to my mom and asked, "Mom, why am I shorter when all the other kids are taller?" Mom was busy putting down the work around me, put me on a chair and asked: "Why do you say so!" I was busy jumping off the chair, pulling my mother's hand, pulling her into the yard and pointing to say: "I use a knife every day to carve my height in the tree, but today I came to carve but in the previous carving of the horizontal line below." As I said this, I pointed out the two horizontal lines on the tree. Mom listened to my words, and looked at the tree, silent for two minutes, then inexplicably laughed, laughed so much that I could not straighten the waist, tears came out, patted the stupid look at her my head and said: "Fools, it is not that you're shorter, it's that the tree is taller, in the future, do not do this kind of silly things." It dawned on me that it wasn't me who was short, but the tree that was tall. After that, I went to play with the chickens happily, not knowing what I would do to the chickens again.
Ha ha! I'm not sure what I'm going to do to the chickens. My childhood was full of silly things. Like giving a snow doll a bath, shaving eyebrows ...... is also so many interesting things, silly things to form that colorful childhood, joyful childhood, fond of childhood. Although this golden time is slowly away from me, I'm not so stupid, I believe that childhood fun will become the most beautiful memories of my life "haha ......". With the sound of silver bells, I remembered my childhood life. At that time, I was childish, cute, lively, while doing things are also childish. In the many stars, pick a bright star, it makes me remember.
3. Interesting childhood events
Everyone has a childhood, and the interesting childhood events are just like the seaside shells of various colors, in the company of the sea water glittering, emitting colorful luster, can not be counted. And now I still hold in my hand that the most glittering shell, that is one of my most memorable childhood fun.
I remember when I was a child, my yard planted a and I was born with the orange tree, I often take a knife in the trunk of the tree carved a mark, every day to measure their own whether to grow taller. Looking at the horizontal lines, I really hoped to grow taller. One day, I suddenly realized I was shorter than the mark. Oh, my God! Had I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to my mom and asked, "Mom, why am I shorter when all the other kids are taller?" Mom was busy putting down the work around me, put me on a chair and asked: "Why do you say so!" I was busy jumping off the chair, pulling my mother's hand, pulling her into the yard and pointing to say: "I use a knife every day to carve my height in the tree, but today I came to carve but in the previous carving of the horizontal line below." As I said this, I pointed out the two horizontal lines on the tree. Mom listened to my words, and looked at the tree, silent for two minutes, then inexplicably laughed, laughed so much that I could not straighten the waist, tears came out, patted the stupid look at her my head and said: "Fools, it is not that you're shorter, it's that the tree is taller, in the future, do not do this kind of silly things." It dawned on me that it wasn't me who was short, but the tree that was tall. After that, I went to play with the chickens happily, not knowing what I would do to the chickens again.
Ha ha! I'm not sure what I'm going to do to the chickens. My childhood was full of silly things. Like giving a snow doll a bath, shaving eyebrows ...... is also so many interesting things, silly things composed of that colorful childhood, joyful childhood, fond of childhood. Although this golden time is slowly away from me, I'm not so stupid, I believe that childhood fun will become the most beautiful memories of my life.
4. Interesting childhood stories
Childhood is colorful, like the beautiful seashells on the beach; childhood is carefree, like the waves of the dolls all day long; childhood is innocent and sweet, like the clear water in the mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, I can not help but think of an interesting thing.
I remember when I was four or five years old, once, my grandmother gave me and Ju Ju each a high grade milk candy that makes people drool at the sight of it, which made us two "little greedy cats" so happy that we were happy.
The two of us can not eat. I said, "Let's eat it, okay?" "
They're not the only ones who can't eat, they're the only ones who can't eat. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. My hands and feet fast, a two on the open, I took out the sugar, stretched his neck to see Ju Ju's. I looked at her candy, and then I saw her candy, and then I saw her candy. When I saw her candy, I was anxious:
"Yours is bigger than mine!"
"Where? Mine's missing a little here!"
"Well, mine's melted!"
"Yours is rich in color and milk!"
"......"
We argued and argued and argued and argued and argued and argued and argued and argued and argued. But as soon as we said we were switching, we turned away from each other, and no one wanted to do it. We started to eat the candy, "1, 2, 3!" We ate it together. Wow! It was so sweet, so fresh, so flavorful! After eating for a while, I said, "Let's see if you're bigger or I am!" "Yes!" Juju said, sticking out the candy on the tip of her tongue like a pug. I also stuck out my tongue like her, but she said I couldn't see it clearly, so I put the candy on the tip of my tongue, with half of the candy on the outside, and tried my best to stick my tongue out. At that moment, a small dog came to my feet, I couldn't dodge, the candy on the tip of my tongue fell to the ground accidentally, it's really no coincidence, my whole body forward, my right foot is right on the candy, ouch, what should I do? I didn't have time to come back to my senses, but my foot was already on the "baby". I was so angry and furious: "You stinking, rotten, dead dog!" I kicked the dog in the stomach, and the dog ran away in fear. I lifted up my foot and broke off the candy stuck on the sole of my shoe with my hand, looking at it from left to right, not wanting to throw it away. "Throw it away. Do you still want to eat it?" Juju said sarcastically. I rubbed my two candy-covered hands involuntarily and stared at Juju's mouth with both eyes, just so I could take a look at the milk candy. I kept gulping, wishing she would spit out the candy and give me half a bite. I can no longer watch, just feel a sour nose, tears like broken beads down: "Mom, I want to eat ...... candy ...... I want to eat ... ...Sugar ......"
Now, the old man of time has come and taken away childhood in a hurry. I won't be as catty as I used to be for a grain of sugar, and I won't cry a lot. Thanks to the old man of time, because he compiled the childhood into a book of the purest and most sincere and most beautiful printed in our hearts.
5. Interesting childhood stories
I lived in my grandmother's house for a period of time when I was little, and in retrospect, it was the happiest time of my childhood.
(a) Little Chicken
I used to go to the mountains with my friends to collect firewood. I remember one time when we went to the mountain, we all went into the wood. Some were checking for pine cones, some for branches. We screamed and laughed up and down the mountain, and our screams and laughter echoed throughout the valley. Wherever we went, birds flew everywhere. We were so noisy that we broke the peace of the mountain.
Just as we were having a good time, I suddenly saw a group of chickens, I should say a hen with a group of chickens, fleeing in pathos. I was shocked, how there are still chickens here. I saw that the hen was a bit like my grandmother's ruffed chicken, but it was a little smaller, probably only the size of a child chicken. She was followed by six or seven chicks. I was so excited that I couldn't speak, but I just kept calling out, "Chicken," "Chicken," and "Chicken," and I was so excited that I couldn't speak.
My cousin rushed over to me and asked, "What's the matter? I pointed my finger at the chickens that fled far away and said: "There are chickens there". My brother ran over and grabbed it, but only caught a small chicken. He told me to hold on to it and not to let it get away. I nodded my head and looked at the chicken with my hands, I was so happy. The chicken was so cute, its tiny body was only as big as an egg, with a little gray fluff. In my hand, it kept struggling and making chirping noises. I was worried that the chicken would escape from my hand, so I held it tightly. In no time at all, the chicken stopped moving and its eyes closed. "The chicken is dead"? This thought suddenly came into my head, and I quickly put the chicken on the ground and began to cry loudly.
My brother ran over to me and asked me what was wrong. I said the chicken is dead. "Dead? Where?" I pointed my hand towards the place where I put the chickens, "Look!" My brother looked, and there was no chicken. "Strange! I put it here a while ago, why is it gone all of a sudden?" The two of us searched everywhere and found no sign of the chickens, I was frustrated and frustrated.
In retrospect, in fact, any animal has the desire to live. It's not only a way to retrieve your own life, but also to retrieve your freedom.
(2) check chestnut
I remember that there are a lot of different sizes of chestnut trees at the entrance of our village, as long as the fall of our group of greedy people often wait in the tree, waiting for chestnuts from the tree down.
Once, I came to the big chestnut tree alone, sat on the ground, head tilted up to the sky, mouth over and over again said: "the wind quickly, the chestnuts blowing down". Maybe God was touched by me, really came a gust of wind. Large chestnuts fell like hail from the trees. I was so excited, I kept shouting "Kadu" and "Kadu". I've never seen so many chestnuts fall from a tree at once.
At this time, a few friends, saw me checking the chestnuts, also one by one ran to check. I saw the wrong, how can they come to check it, this is my chestnut. Immediately snapped: "This is I want the wind to blow down, this is my chestnuts, you are not good to check, you check up all have to belong to me". (Now I think I was so overbearing, huh.) My friends really gave me all the chestnuts. I lifted up my own clothes as a pocket, heavy with a large pocket it.
I heard that the chestnut tree is a very hard wood species, used to do thresholds and door frames and so on especially good. Now the chestnut trees in the village have been cut down, probably become the threshold and door frame of the farmer's home.
J. Listen to Grandma tell the story of the past essay 500-600
"Rainy days like glue, sunny days like a knife, walking flash waist, cycling fall." This is the past rural people often hang in the corner of the mouth of a catchphrase. Nowadays, the biggest change in rural life is the village highway, small trucks can be driven directly to the doorstep, and even the fields have been repaired to the convenience of the road. The water heater has been installed in every house, bought an electric car, color TV, washing machine, refrigerator, some also installed air conditioning, bought a family car.
I remember one day, my grandmother and I told my father when he was a child. Once, she led his father to the street to buy sugar. In the long "dragon line", one or two hours passed, it was hard to line up to the front, but the sugar was sold out. I don't understand the father pulled the grandmother's lapel and cried ...... After listening to this, I felt very strange, why things were so little in the past? Now, even those high-class milk candies don't attract my interest at all. What's not available at the convenience store not far from home, the fragrant soy meat, golden bananas, and thin-skinned, red-fleshed watermelons ...... are dazzling. However, these are no longer much of an attraction to me!
Grandma said that when Dad first went to school, the family of four or five people lived in a hut of more than six square meters. When he was doing his homework, he and his uncle often fought over the table. At that time, the only electrical appliance in the house was a radio, which Grandpa held as a treasure, and no one was allowed to move. What about now? I live alone in a big house, the family not only has a TV, but also installed air conditioning, the family rode a motorcycle and electric car.
Grandma drank a mouthful of water and went on to say that the environment is changing, and so are the people. In the past, there was an old man in our village who was known as the "Poker King". He often sat on the street and played poker with others, sometimes from sunrise to sunset. Why has he disappeared now? It turned out that he was in a store in the marketplace for customers to repair the car. The first time I saw him, I saw him in the car, and I thought he was a good man, but I didn't know what to do.
Grandma said with a sigh of relief that things have changed! The children have become filial, beautiful and energetic, the adults are busier, and even the old people have become younger.
Some of this is due to the Party's reform and opening up of the great decision. It has given China the strength to organize the Olympic Games, the technology to ask the sky for Shen Qi, brought us into the era of high information technology, our hometown has become more beautiful, and life has become more fulfilling.