Happy childhood is like a rainbow after the rain, colorful and gorgeous, and the many interesting things that have been done are like a bright little star twinkling in the sky of childhood. Occasionally, they or others mention it will lead to a burst of laughter. The following I will tell you one of my hours of very interesting things.
It was just after my fifth birthday in the summer of the year, my mother gave me a big red balloon, painted with the Monkey King flying through the clouds. As long as you gently throw to the sky, it will fly lightly to the mid-air, and then fall down, very interesting. I always showed it off in front of the kids. One day, just after a heavy rain, my yard accumulated a lot of small pools of water, I saw the rain stopped, I ran to the yard to throw the balloon to play. The balloons were swirling in the air, and I chased them while shouting, "It's so fun! It's so pretty!" Suddenly the balloon landed in a small pool of water. I rushed over and picked it up. It was bad luck that the balloon was stained with a large amount of muddy water. What should I do? I had an idea, remembered the last time I got my handkerchief dirty, my mother took it to the fireplace, why don't I also use the fire to bake it? Why don't I roast my handkerchief over the fire, too? But my mother roasted her handkerchief in winter, and there was no big stove in the middle of summer. I remembered that when my mother made a fire, she always used the fire to light the paper first. So I got paper too. I took the balloon into the house, found matches, and lit the paper on fire, then hurriedly put the balloon with mud and water close to the fire, and suddenly the balloon exploded with a "pop". I was so shocked that I couldn't help jumping up. The beautiful balloon suddenly turned into pieces. When I came to my senses, I couldn't help but cry ......
Until now, whenever I think of this incident, I can't help but laugh out loud.
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What is childhood? It's the cicadas in the trees, the frogs in the water, the short songs of the pastoral flute, the maze of partners ........ In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I colorfully recalled the anecdotes of my childhood, my face always flooded ware a rosy glow. After all, that past is like the sound of gurgling water swirling in my heart, once burst is so gushing ........
When I was five years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's home, my grandmother lives in the countryside, so there are many people there from this village to that village when riding a horse to go, I see very envious, also want to ride a horse to try, but the back of the horse is too high, I can't get on it, I'm trying to figure out how to go up, I happen to see my grandmother in the pig feeding, I think that the pig is small, go up easily, see my grandmother to finish feeding the pig! As soon as I entered the house, I went up to the pig's nest and opened the door, then I went in and chose a pig to ride on and then ran out of the house. When my grandmother saw it, she rushed out to call me and when I saw my grandmother, I tried to stop the pig, but I couldn't stop it. The pig ran into the grandmother's vegetable garden, which cucumbers, persimmons ....... All the pig stepped off, I was also fruit tree branches scraped hands, belly, this time the grandmother can catch the pig, grandmother drove the pig into the nest, said I was too naughty, even the pig also dared to ride.
Another time was when I was seven years old, I just learned to ride a bicycle. I wasn't very good at it then, and my mom and I rode our bikes to the plaza, where there was a lot of space. I rode my bike there, and the faster I rode, the faster I rode, and suddenly I saw an adult riding his bike from the front, and because I rode too fast, I couldn't brake, and I was about to crash, and my mom was yelling at me, and I thought, "If I crash, I'll get hurt, and I don't know how to ride very well, so what if I turn around and fall down?" I didn't know what to do. At that moment I suddenly remembered: "jump off the car, surely it's okay" I jumped off the car, I was not hurt, but my car and the man to collide.
Whenever I remember these memories, I always "giggle" and smile so sweetly and so brightly. It's as if all of the soul-stirring events of the past have come back to life. I continue to think about the youthful years like poetry, dream season ...... I think that childhood is a tree without the wheel of the year, never old, never disappear ......
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Childhood is seven-colored, passionate and lovely. Childhood is so wonderful, and what about childhood fun?
I am a child of the north, hourly I like to play in the snow and ice, snowball fights, snowmen. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snow from the air down, one by one, a cluster, like silver flowers, like white butterflies. Looking between heaven and earth, the only thing you can see are snowflakes, like petals blowing to the ground, fluttering in succession; like the seven fairies scattering flowers, fluttering in the sky. People standing in the snow, like squatting in the gin, only to see countless cotton wool flowers whisked to you, to give you a cover of white flowers.
When I got up in the morning, the wind settled and the snow stopped. Open the door, a white cold light piercing the eyes. I looked out the window at the goose feather-like snow drifting down, a snow-covered beauty, the idea of playing in the mind was born. So my brother, cousin and I grabbed a shovel and built a snowman in the yard.
As soon as we got downstairs, we began to fist-pump, figuring out how to build a big snowman. I thought to myself: rolling a snowman's head isn't easy? Not yet waiting for the task assigned, I have run to a favorable point beside, squat down, reach out and grab a handful, snow kneaded into a small snowball, in the snow pushed and rolled, to the end of the small snowball has become a large snowball. Looking at my own results I shook my shoulders in triumph. Later we carefully added to the snowman eyes, nose, ears, mouth and hands, a snow doll was born. White body, round head, cinderblock black eyes, cotton pinched into the nose, but also upward! Cousin painted the snowman's mouth with red ink, and with a grin, he was laughing at us! My brother used a piece of red paper to make a beautiful hat for the snowman. The snowman became much more graceful! After the snowman was built, there was another big battle. My cousin threw a good snowball and attacked me when I wasn't looking, but luckily I missed. When I counterattacked my cousin, he was already hit by my brother's snowball, which blossomed on top of his head. Just as I was about to hit him a second time, my cousin also hit the snowball he had just prepared, which also hit my clothes, and it was a desperate fight. At this point the yard was filled with laughter. Cousin was not convinced and picked up the snowball and attacked his brother, and after one attack after another the laughter in the yard got louder.
The snowball fight ended with us cheering. I love winter, and I love winter snowflakes even more!
Childhood is so much fun! Childhood fun brings me joy, childhood is so good.
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Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, joyful songs; childhood footprints in bunches; childhood stories in stacks." Does this song remind you of the wonderful childhood life? Many things happened in those colorful years, not as bright as the stars. My childhood was wonderful, there are many things to remember ......
From the time I can remember, my great-aunt's class raised two chicks, as soon as there is time I went to my great-aunt's class to see the chicks, I do not know how long, the two chicks gradually grew up, and after a long time, the hens laid eggs, the eggs are going to hatch out the chicks, 21 days later, the smell of the sound can be Listen to a chick's cry, see this situation, hear this sound. I feel so sorry for the chicks, to help them when the hen and the rooster are not at home. The opportunity, finally came ......
That day, the hen went to find food for the little chicks, and the naughty rooster was not at home and ran out to play. Taking advantage of the great aunt did not pay attention to pick up an egg by hand, holding in the heart of the hand gently caressing, a serious said: "Chickens do not be afraid, a moment you will come to the world." Said, I no longer hesitate, peeled an egg, a with residual heat, not open eyes of the chicken "born", it looked at me, called twice as if to say: "Thank you, so that I come to the world as soon as possible." I can be happy, and peeled open the second, when I peeled to the fourth when the hen came back, saw me being "bullied" the snake's baby on the fierce cut me a mouth, and suddenly the blood flowed out, I cried and cried to find the aunt, aunt did not say I, but instead of laughing and crying, said: "Little fool, the chicken will not be born until a certain time. Chickens won't be born until a certain time! You will die if you deliver them like this." After hearing this, I rushed to look at the chickens. Sure enough, the ones I had just delivered were dying, while the ones I hadn't delivered were alive. I regretted it, but it was too late ......
While it was a long time ago, and while I was still young and ignorant, it has always spurred me on to go forward and never look back.
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When it comes to my funny things, there are as many as the stars in the sky, there are happy and sad, there are laughs and tears. I'm going to tell you about the funny ones.
The day I went to my friend's birthday, just after the birthday, my friend will be called up, announced: "In order to make my birthday to live happier, but also in order to let all of you friends to play happy, come to play hide-and-seek to add a little bit of birthday atmosphere." "Oh yeah," I said, dancing with joy.
The game began, I how to find can not find a safe place to hide, only to hear my friend counted: "91, 92." Looked to be counted to a hundred, I panicked, hiding into the bottom of the bed. "The door opened, and my heart tensed as it passed in front of me, and the feet left. After a long time, I heard the sound of footsteps leaving, in order to detect whether the walls have ears, I cautiously poked my head out and looked around, then, I saw a large closet, I slowly moved out of the body, tiptoeing to hide in, and closed the door. A minute later, the door again "creak" open, the closet door opened, beans like sweat beads from my cheeks down, my friend laughed and said: "Leixu, your pair of big feet betrayed you oh." I panicked in my heart, but still stood motionless. My friend didn't slow down and said, "Well, don't come out is it, I'm going to send a big move, look at my invincible foot scratching skill." He said as he tickled the soles of his feet as he shook them, I couldn't hold back any longer, I laughed out loud and rolled out of the closet, "Wahahaha, I admit defeat, give me a break." I said as I rolled on the floor.
Great, great, there is only one person left, but still do not show up, I was so tired to lie on the ground, only to hear "ah" sound, I was kicked off the bottom of the bed again, the quilt was lifted off, there is a person leaped out, a face of anger shouted: "Which bastard pressure my feet. " We looked at him in amazement, and he panicked, spat out his tongue, and said in embarrassment, "Yah, got caught."
"Haha" the laughter traveled far and wide...
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There were many, many interesting things in my childhood, but there is one in my mind that will never wash away - planting snow.
It was a flurry of snowy days, I looked out the window at the silver world, full of joy. Avoiding mom, hiding in a corner, to "grab" the beautiful, white snow girl. In a short while, my hands have grabbed a lot of snow girls. They were all different shapes and sizes. I was so happy in my heart. But after a moment, they all turned into water and disappeared. I was very sad.
When I was sad, my good friend Fifi came to play with me. She saw my sad face, asked me why I was sad, I told her the original story. She then thought of a solution with me piece by piece. "Right, right, the farmer uncle planted the grain into the ground, and next year it will grow more grain again, why don't we plant the snow into the ground too, and wait until next spring, won't the snow grow again?" Fifi's idea reminded me at once.
Said do it, I went home to get a small shovel and a plastic bag, Fifi also went home to secretly take my sister a red head rope. In the southwest corner of my house dug out a fist-sized pit, the mouth of the plastic bag opened, we each put a handful of snow, I also said to the snow in the bottom of my heart: I hope you grow up quickly. Then tied the mouth, buried in the small pit inside.
Snow planted, we are very happy, looking forward to a long time, looking forward to seeing those lovely snow girl again.
I hope this helps!