In my childhood, many interesting things happened, one of which I will never forget.
It was a summer noon, I was playing with my electric car in front of the house, suddenly, something with angelic wings flew past my eyes, listening to my mother said that it was a butterfly, I was immediately attracted by its beauty, I could not help but "drive" the car, followed it into a bush, which was full of colorful flowers. Colorful flowers, red, yellow, blue, white, purple ...... under the touch of the breeze, dancing, that dance to the butterflies and bees are attracted to.
The colorful butterfly landed on a yellow flower, which was picking pollen, and a hard-working bee was collecting honey beside it.
The idea of catching it came to me at once, I just bent down, the butterfly and the bee escaped cheaply, I was not discouraged, I continued to look for it, I had another one in my sights, but as soon as I moved my feet, the butterfly fluttered its wings and escaped, and so I caught it more than twenty times in a row, but I was unsuccessful.
Just then, a butterfly fell on the flower next to me, I just need to reach out, I can catch it, I reached out, and I did catch it, but I don't know why, my hand seems to be very painful, my hand opened, the butterfly flew, followed by the bees, I guess it is the butterfly "bite" me a little bit, so I don't dare to catch it, I don't want to catch it, I don't know why. Change to catch bees, I picked the biggest one, it is on the leaf nap, but did not catch it, it is chasing me, I was so scared that I rushed to "drive" the car, to the door of the house, did not have time to go in, it was "bitten" to the ground, the pain I stomped on the ground.
Since then, I have never dared to catch bees.
There was a funny thing that happened to me in my childhood, and I still find it funny when I think about it.
One day when I was five years old, I realized that my father smoked cigarettes for fun, and every time I took a puff, smoke would come out of his mouth, and the shapes of the smoke were all sorts of things: some were like birds, some were like flowers, and some were like a running steed....... Out of curiosity, I decided to give it a try myself.
One day, I took advantage of my father and mother are in the kitchen, then find a straw, put some pieces of paper and dried flowers and leaves inside, with my father's smoking lighter necessary to light, and then sucked a mouthful. I was choking "cough cough, cough cough ......" cough up, coughing me rolled all over the bed, tears also flowed down.
Dad and mom thought something happened to me, rushed over and asked me, "What's wrong with you, why are you crying?" "No ...... no, smoke ...... smoke choking ...... choking." I swallowed word by word and said. "Smoke, what smoke?" Dad inexplicably asked me, I pointed to the cigarette case on the table and said, "This is the thing." Dad listened and criticized me saying, "How can a child smoke, you really don't know what you're doing." But this did not shake my "smoking plan", I am still looking for opportunities.
Finally, on a Saturday afternoon, my father and mother went to buy groceries, leaving me alone in the house. Before leaving, my mother specially instructed, "Make sure you don't move the power jacks (when I was a kid, I used to take things and stuff them into the power jacks), and we'll be back in a while." After that, I just heard the door "clang" and left.
I took my dad's cigarette case out of the cubby as fast as I could, took out a cigarette, grabbed my lighter and lit it up. Huh! I lit it for half a day, the cigarette did not react at all, and I remembered the scene when my dad smoked. That's right, I put the cigarette in my mouth and sucked hard, wow! I saw a wisp of smoke floating on the tiny tip of the cigarette, and took another puff, "Ouch! Choke to death." I screamed, not to scream okay, a scream of smoke from the nostrils came out, making me "tears". The smell of smoke was all over the house.
A little while later, mom and dad came back, a door, they shouted: "Maozhong, this is what happened, you're all right!" I walked out with my head down and whispered to my father, "Dad, I'm sorry, I would have liked to learn you to smoke a little from your mouth, but I didn't think ......" Dad heard: "How do you not learn, learn to smoke, you didn't listen to the Scientists have said? Smoking is equal to chronic suicide, smoke blackened lungs, destroying the lung function, people's lives will be shortened." I listened to my father's words and nodded and asked: "Dad, how do you smoke?" Dad touched my head and said: "Because dad did not listen to grandpa, got addicted to cigarettes, and now I want to stop smoking can not, so now my hope is all pinned on you, you can not disappoint dad ah!" I'm not going to let him down," he said, "but I'm going to give up my smoking plan.
The funny things that happened in my childhood are still so interesting now that I think of them, and I was too stupid in my childhood.
Whenever I eat watermelon, I remember a silly thing I did when I was a child, which made the adults laugh and cry.
It was when I was five years old, my family was not too rich to eat anything good. Once, I heard people say that watermelon is very delicious, the flesh is red and sweet. So I asked my mom, "Isn't there a lot of (si) 'watermelon' in our house?" Since watermelon and loofah are very similar in the vernacular, my mom replied, "Yes! It's in the vegetable patch." I was so happy to hear it was really there.
I ran to the vegetable field in three steps, look at this and that, and suddenly my eyes lit up, I found the "watermelon", and quickly picked it off. When I got home, I saw that my mom was not there, so I washed the melon and put it in my mouth. How come there was no flavor at all? Neither bitter nor sweet, look at the color is not red, inside all green, what happened? I thought about it for half a day but I couldn't figure it out.
Suddenly I saw a bottle of red-colored things on the table, in fact, is a bottle of chili sauce, thought: Mom used to eat cucumbers, is to use this thing dipped to eat, this "watermelon" will not also eat this way? Right! It must be! Otherwise, why would people say that watermelon is red and sweet? As soon as I thought of this, I quickly brought chopsticks and stirred up a large dollop of chili sauce and smeared it on the watermelon. Looking at the red "watermelon", even without thinking, hard bite down, "Hey! This flavor how strange? Ah! So spicy! Spicy I put my tongue out, pick up a big bowl of water, "gulp, gulp" drink down.