Everyone has their own colorful childhood. The joy of childhood, more from the nature, from the freedom. Birds, insects and fish, landscape and trees are all children's textbooks, but also the children's classroom. Everyone, too, has their own childhood stories. At the beginning of the story, it is not whether others listen to it or not, but whether they are willing to do it or not. My childhood, my story, my happiness.
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"Look! We have a soccer ball"! On the grass, rabbits were running, how like a little soccer ball under our little feet. On the grass, leaving us how many children's childhood dreams, we do not go into detail. But we will talk about the rabbit in the grass. That rabbit, like us, was banished from the sky. It is one of our stories. We, like the bunny, harbor the greenness and punctuate our races in the sun.
Zhao Ming, Xu Xin and I were good friends from a village. One summer afternoon, Xu Xin brought out the bunny he had bought for his father, and Zhao Ming, I, and he agreed to come together on a thatched lawn in the back of the hill. "Bunny! How about we race the 'Hare and Tortoise'?" Xu Xin said as he put down the little rabbit and happily looked down at the grass. The little rabbit timidly shook its fluffy fur and looked at our uninvited guests with sparkling eyes.
Zhao Ming, who had some experience, said, "Don't be anxious, the rabbit is our guest! It's not too familiar with us, so it's not good we don't talk." We believed it. All were afraid of startling it. It could only watch it from afar. Xu Xin was uneasy, afraid that his baby would run away and not be able to keep its promise, and grabbed the bunny and approached it first. When we saw Xu Xin running first, we weren't willing to lag behind, Zhao Ming and I ran. It was not a turtle and fish race, but a few of our partners are interested in running on the grass can be happy.
Somehow, the bunny started running too. He just kept running and looking around. Hey! Now we had a target. As soon as the bunny ran, we ran with it. The three of us simply took the bunny as our guide and pushed forward.
The sun was shining on our smiling faces and on the bunny's body, and its yellow fur turned golden! It was, literally, like a soccer ball. The ball rolled fast and slow across the grass in front of us.
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Wow! Winter is poetic and picturesque. We happily build a white fairy tale in the snow.
Not so? We pile up fairy tales and we pile up happy dreams. We have crystal clear happiness and we can fly without boundaries. Country kids always find their places to have fun. The brook, the meadow, the back of the hill, the big willow tree in front of the village. All are their happy and joyful venues.
Only in winter, when the weather is cold as hell, we seldom show our faces. But how can we lonely our hands and feet? Hopscotch, running caught, snowball fights and so on are our game activities. That's right! Snowball fights and building snowmen were so much fun! It tickles our hearts to think about it. During winter vacation that year, there was a heavy snowfall. We leaned in front of our house and counted and enjoyed it, and we have our own story to tell about each year in the snow.
You see, Zhao Ming and I had a date with our neighbors, Xiaofang and Lanzi, and together we were going to build a snowman on the team field. We shoveled, pushed, and piled, and after a while, a huge guy stood in front of us. We were amazed at our own creative talents, but it turned out that Zhao Ming gave his hat to the snowman, and Xiaofang put a red handkerchief on the snowman's face, which was the snowman's little cherry mouth. The most enjoyable thing was that Lanzi stuffed two empty ink bottles into the snowball, and the round snowman's eyes froze as he looked at us. "Who says a snowman has no life, it must be able to talk!" I said. We all stood in front of the snowman and danced our dance, I don't know if the snowman read it or not. We had fun and danced and forgot about the cold.
The sun was shining extra brightly on the snow, shining extra brightly on the down jackets.
Ranzi, your duffle coat looks like a fire jumping.
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Chirp, chirp, chirp. This is the call of the spring birds, and it really wakes us up. The world was beyond gorgeous and brilliant! We cheered the spring in nature and in our hearts. One Friday morning, loaded with the long-awaited impulse in our hearts, we went on a spring trip to Deer Rise under the leadership of our teacher. The sun was moving, the creek was moving, the birds? Needless to say, the movement of joy! The willows on the roadside also moved, the new leaves, like applauding our team.
Lanzi was almost dumbfounded, looking at the huge swaths of rape flowers, she didn't want to leave. "Ranko, you want to pick a rape flower and put it on your head!" The class president said jokingly. Lanzi loved flowers too much. Her eyes light up when she sees flowers. Mom always dresses up her own Lanzi, like a flower. Once again, Zhao Ming said, "Why don't you just change your name and call it 'Flower'! Lanzi." Lanzi got angry and ran hard after Zhao Ming in front of and behind the house.
That time, we walked a long way up the mountain. The road smelled of flowers, those little wildflowers of unknown names, of all colors. Some students couldn't help picking a few. From time to time, they compared the flowers in their hands to see whose was the most colorful. Winding up the mountain road side, full of mountain red. Clusters and clusters, buried in the green trees and grass, but also so conspicuous. The children were so excited that they left the wildflowers in their hands and came back to pick the red flowers. Spring dazzles the children, spring also makes the children intoxicated. We were about to reach the top of Deer Rise. We happily cheered in a field of rape, "Teacher! We're victorious!" We greeted the teacher in front of us. Several female teachers walking with us were also infected by our cheerful atmosphere. They too were as happy as little children. We also stopped screaming that our calves were sore, and our fatigue seemed to be gone all of a sudden. We squeaked and shouted loudly with joy. At the top of the hill the teacher said, "You are happy as a blooming flower!" They rushed to hold up their cameras, which were already ready, to get a close-up of us. "Is the watermelon sweet?" The teacher with the camera shouted loudly. "Sweet---" we echoed loudly.
This spring, at our feet; this spring, in our mouths; this spring, more in our eyes.
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Hoo hoo hoo! Let our childhood have its own spring breeze. Is there anything more beautiful? We always had a different way to play. We don't know where we learned to blow soap bubbles. Don't underestimate such a game, it's really fun.
In those days, parents rarely used soap to wash clothes. When there was soap in the house, my parents hid it for fear of losing it and for fear that I would play with it. Once, I was at home and had nothing to do. Xu Xin came to my home to find me to play. What to play? I stood up to move the stool, looking at the home cupboard above the things put. I saw a complete bar of soap. "There! We have something to play with."
We got small bottles and put the finished suds in them. And find a thin strip of gabion, bend it into a small circle, just so to the small bottle a dip, and then bring up: "Hoo hoo hoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo!" We blew hard. Under the sun, those colorful bubbles floated up one by one. Colorful balloons were everywhere. Some landed gently on the tips of the grass and broke with a shake! "How nice it would be to just float like that!" We thought to ourselves. So we both blew as hard as we could. More colored balls! More color! Big and small, high and low, up and down little balls, how fun. Could the light and fluffy colored balls fly far away from us? I often wondered foolishly.
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This bubble blowing game has been played until now. Only, it's easier for kids today than it was for us to play then. Everything is ready-made, do not climb high and low, will not come back to be scolded by parents. You can buy a bottle at any stall, and you'll be able to play for days.
Blow blow blow, float float. The dream of colorful ball, colorful dream, childhood dream. Float! Float! Float! One, two, you count it too!....
Water, how wonderful in childhood memories. Chubby little hands holding the bath tub?, two little feet fluttering the hot water in the basin, mouth babbling and screaming ---- This is what mom said we were a child making a mess in the water. There are so many water-related stories in my memory.
Under the hot sun at noon, a few of our young friends couldn't stand the heat and stole out of the house. We met to bathe in the creek behind the village. The water of the creek was not deep, clear and could see the sand at the bottom of the river. Sand is also our favorite. It was really pleasant to be naked, with our bodies submerged in the water and the sand tickling our skin from the sand. The river was just cool! We could also catch little fish under the sand. It would be really beautiful to have a little fish in your hand and lie down in the water.
Then we went to school. There was also shyness, we had to wear underwear when we swam in the creek behind the village. We were not willing to lie alone and lonely in the water, we made a water fight. This side, a hard paddling; that side, a hard dumping water. Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! Can be happy it. We are splashing water and screaming, to overwhelm each other with momentum. The quiet river became roaring. Childhood, there is also a time of debauchery.
Water, we just like. Water, can sing! Water, can dance! Water, there is life! Our childhood, always reluctant to leave such a versatile partner. Come on! My friend! Kiss me again!....
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After school, it was our heaven. There was no homework in our memories. Really, no homework. Don't believe me? In our days, there were only two thin books: language, arithmetic. It's not like the books in kids' schoolbags nowadays, more than they can carry on their backs or count.
When the sun was high, we got out of school. We went back to the pigs, the geese, the ducks. We had chores to do. When our parents came back, the first thing they asked was if the chores were done. If you let the pigs squeal in the pen one day, you'd get your ass kicked by your parents at night. So yes, our homework is to do our chores.
They were used to doing it, and they had their own ingenuity. Our partners a few take advantage of the time to put the goose, think of ways to play it. A good game was "sniping". Put a right leg up, grabbed with both hands, put a knee outward, is their own combat "weapons". The opponent was in the same position, but we were facing each other. The partner next to me was the referee, sitting on the ground and shouting, "Start!" . And we stirred.
It really was an extremely enjoyable match. You lose and I win, I win and you lose. Win or lose no one. If it doesn't work, we'll fight again tomorrow. We "sniper" play enough, a group of geese also put a grass eaten. The necks of the geese were swollen and thick, and they were swaying. We followed them like victorious generals waiting to be rewarded.
The old goose was sometimes so happy that it quacked. It head that above the red bag, like a flag, it regarded itself as a flag bearer, its duty is to lead the way. In fact, where does it know that we are anxious to go back. We play hungry.
Childhood memories are unforgettable, lies in childhood with incomparable naivety; childhood memories of the good, lies in childhood with a lot of freedom; childhood memories of recollection, lies in childhood with a very warm. Our childhood, our fun, our joy.