What is childhood? It's the cicadas in the trees, the frogs in the water, the short songs of the shepherd's flute, and the mazes of the partners ........ In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I colorfully recall the interesting events of my childhood, my face always pan 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 and called 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 recall 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 a wheel of years, never old, never disappear ......
"On the banyan tree by the pond, the robin is ......"
As I listened to the song "Childhood", I remembered a funny incident when I was a child.
One summer afternoon when I was four years old, it was hot. My mom took me to the street to buy a big round watermelon. When I got home, my mom had just put the watermelon on the pachinko table, and I couldn't wait to ask my mom, "When are we going to eat the watermelon?"
"You little glutton, dad is working in the field, it must be very hot, when he comes back, we will eat together." Mom replied with a smile and went into the stove room.
I stared at the watermelon, licked my lips, and argued with my mom for another. But mom just wouldn't agree, so I pouted and used my brain. After a while, I came up with a good idea. At that time, I was short and not as tall as the eight-cent table. So, I quietly moved the chair closer to the table, and carefully climbed on the chair, with small hands to the watermelon gently pushed, the watermelon slowly rolled toward the table. At this point, I hurriedly jumped off the chair and called out, "Mom, the watermelon is going to roll down!" The words just fell, not waiting for mom out of the stove room, watermelon "pop" fell to the ground, fell into several pieces. Mom picked up the watermelon, while complaining, while telling me to quickly eat a few pieces. I was very happy, eating while showing a proud look: mom this time can be fooled. I sneaked a glance towards my mom and saw that she didn't notice anything broken. So I grinned.
"What are you laughing at?" Mom asked curiously.
"The watermelon is cold and sweet, it's delicious!" I replied mischievously. In fact, my heart knew best.
In retrospect, it can be a bit funny.
Childhood anecdotes
I had a happy childhood. The interesting things in my childhood are like the pearls in the sea and the stars in the sky, too many to count.
I remember when I was four years old, my aunt brought my three-year-old sister, back from the United States, to celebrate my birthday. I was so young that I had to take advantage of the situation.
One night, while the adults were chatting in the living room, my sister and I rode our bicycles in the living room. Because there is only one bicycle, we have to "one person, one ride" system. But I played a few games, to be changed to "a person riding a ride" system. But my sister, she can't afford to ride me, then I will lose! I had a note: when my sister was riding, I suddenly sat on the back seat of the bike, and my sister couldn't ride it!
It was just the right time for my sister to ride. I suddenly sat down on the back of the bike, and it was just as I expected. At first, my sister tried to ride again, but I was too heavy for her to ride. She was screaming, "NO!NO......" with her big eyes filled with tears of anxiety. I was thinking about what I should do next when the "enemy" appeared! My father came! I had to jump out of the back seat ......
Childhood is beautiful. The past events of childhood, although more or less with the childish, but innocent, every time I think of it is nostalgic and unforgettable.
I was eight years old. At that time, I was living in my hometown in the countryside, one day my uncle asked me to go up to the mountain with him to cut firewood, I was very happy, so I went with. Halfway up the mountain, my uncle suddenly stopped, and I looked around, wondering what was going on. I saw my uncle looking up at the branches of a tree, and when I looked in that direction, it turned out to be a dark mass! I thought it was an ants' nest! So I went over and asked for clarification. My uncle told me that it was not an ant's nest, but a bee's nest, and the bee pupae in the nest were edible! After that, he asked me to help him find some dead branches, I picked some for him, and he tied all the dead branches I picked with a rope to one end of a stick, and then took out a match and lit it, he wanted to burn the beehive! He told me to find a place to hide, and then slowly moved the stick with the lit branches to the dark bee cluster, the bees "buzzed" and flew around in circles, my uncle took the opportunity to take down the honeycomb, and then kept picking things out of the honeycomb to eat, which was probably what he called "bee pupa! The one he called "bee pupa"! Seeing how he was eating it, I thought it must taste good! I ran over to him and wanted to share it with him. After all, I was helping to pick the branches! But my uncle said, "Kids can't eat them, they'll grow bees! Only adults can eat it!" I thought to myself, "I'm sure it's too good to eat, and I think my uncle is just being petty! In that case, I'll find a way to eat it myself and not compete with him! As if he could read my mind, he advised me not to touch the beehive by myself, as it would be very dangerous! I didn't think so much about it at the time, I just thought I had to taste the bee pupa.
When I said I would do it, I went back and immediately "called" my buddies and told them all about how my uncle ate the bee pupae, which made them all gulp down their throats! So we decided to go on a secret mission to find a beehive and eat the bee pupae! We found some sticks, branches and matches and set off. We went up the mountain, but after searching for half a day we couldn't find a single beehive, so we were very disappointed and all of us were downhearted. At this time, I found a small bee, I thought, if there is a bee, there must be a beehive, follow it back to know! So we followed that little bee carefully all the way back, and after searching for a long time, to my surprise, I really guessed it, and we found their nest! My friends were so happy that they were all dancing around. I was a bit worried at first because I remembered my uncle's warning, but when I thought of my uncle eating the bee pupa, my mouth watered and I disregarded everything. I was so excited that I forgot to light the fire and poked a stick directly into the hive, which I immediately regretted, as the bees inside came out with a buzz, and a bee aimed directly at my nose and stung me, causing a sharp pain: "Run! I screamed, and my friends cried out in fear and ran for their lives. But it was too late, the bees seemed to be enraged and swarmed around us, everyone got stung on their hands, feet and faces, crying and shouting. Until finally, our parents arrived, and several of us were sent to the hospital ......
From then on, I never dared to take my own initiative to take my mates on an adventure, and I also learned the truth that it is wisest to listen to the advice of adults when you don't know much yet, or else it is always you who will suffer the consequences.
Childhood is colorful, there are silver bells like laughter, there are also bitter tears. However, what I remember most vividly is a funny incident that happened when I was one and a half years old. It was like a boat in my head that couldn't get off the ropes and stayed moored to the shore.
I remember when I was only walking for a short time, and I was already running naughtily all over the ground and the yard.
On one occasion, when the adults were not looking, I quietly opened the gate and slipped out crookedly. The first time to see the world I walked east, west shopping, not long to the neighbors in front of the second uncle's house, I slowly pushed open the big iron gate, carefully walked in. There is a small fence in the yard of my second uncle's house, and there is a crippled old hen squatting in the fence. It was probably the first time I had ever seen anything smaller than me that could breathe. I don't know why, but I kept looking at the old hen. At this time, "clang" sound, the gate opened, grandma came in, see me here, overjoyed, while touching my little face; at the same time, heartbroken, said: "look at you, can be anxious to death I ...... "At this time, the second uncle came out at the sound. Between my second uncle and grandmother's conversation, my eyes shifted to the old hen again. I pointed to the old hen and said, "To ...... to ......" The second uncle was quick to take the hen out of the pen. "Here!" Said, and put the hen in my arms. I hugged the old hen, really warm ah. The old hen was probably too scared, and the piece of meat on her neck shook incessantly. I saw the eyes, according to the hen's neck is a bite, the old hen was I bit off several hairs, the pain "cluck" screaming, and broke free from my embrace. Now, it is not crippled, running all over the place in pain. I am small, I do not understand, but also with a mouth full of chicken feathers at the grandmother to laugh it.
Now when I think about it, that old hen was quite poor at first.
Ah, childhood stories are really unforgettable.
I remember when I was little, I slept with my mom and dad because I didn't dare to sleep alone. But I didn't dare to go to the bathroom alone at night, so I made a deal with my dad: every time I went to the bathroom, I would wake him up and let him accompany me. In this way, I felt safe.
On another hot night, I woke up again and wanted to go to the bathroom. Looking around, it was quiet, only my dad and mom were asleep. I stretched and got ready to wake up my dad.
I nudged my dad with my hand and he didn't wake up. I nudged him again, still not awake. I whispered in his ear again, "Daddy, Daddy." Still no success. I got anxious and gently slapped him a few times, but he moved a few times and turned back to sleep. I called my mom again, and she did the same. All I could do was hold back and go back to sleep.
I don't know how long it took, but I woke up again. This time I couldn't hold back the urge to pee. I called out to them like last time and they still didn't move. Ugh, what a great sleep. I looked at my watch, 3 o'clock, no wonder. I think I only have to go by myself, but I am afraid to go, what can I do? I stayed sitting on my bed, in a dilemma. "Right," it suddenly occurred to me, tonight (last night to be precise) Dad drank several large cups of tea, and I didn't see him go to the bathroom, in a while he will definitely go, then go with him. But when will he wake up? I could only make up my mind: go by myself!
I got out of bed, but stopped by the door. Across from the door was a hallway, and it was a short walk to the bathroom. I was worried that a female ghost would suddenly appear on my left or right to harm me; on TV, that female ghost can be really scary. Oops, what am I going to do? I thought to myself: I can only flush with my eyes closed. I closed my eyes and rushed towards the door.
"Come on, come on! The ants are fighting!" I shouted excitedly in my yard one morning in the summer seven years ago. Sun Lei and Wen Shuai rushed to me at the sound, only to see two big ants hissing and biting non-stop and fighting. Suddenly, a big caterpillar fell from the sky and hit the two ants, and the two ants were running around. It turned out to be my younger brother who was playing tricks on them, and he was still laughing there! Looking at the little friends like insects so much, I thought, why don't we catch more to play! I put this idea to everyone, we said to do it, we are in the bright sunshine, in the flowers in the yard to catch insects. In a short while, my brother caught two more flower caterpillars on the leaves of the nightshade, Sun Lei caught a large yellow dragonfly that was flying towards the broom plum, Wen Shuai caught a green grasshopper in the stone bamboo bush, and I, when it was pulling the web between the large leaves of the sunflower, I used a small stick to clip it - a large black-bellied spider with eight legs.
We dug two pits in the shade of a cherry tree and covered them with two panes of glass. We first put the caterpillar and the spider together, and the grasshopper and the dragonfly together. Immediately, a marvelous scene came into our sight: two caterpillars hovering from side to side with the spider, the grasshopper jumping about, and the dragonfly fluttering its wings: it was like an insect ball!
At noon, we brought leaves, little biting insects, caterpillar leaves and flies killed by my brother to feed them. The caterpillars ate the leaves, the spiders ate the little biting insects, the dragonflies nibbled on the fly heads and the grasshoppers ate the hairy dog leaves. Everyone ate their own and ate so well that they forgot to fight and forget that they were not of the same kind. As I watched, I somehow remembered Leonardo da Vinci's painting The Last Supper. So I suggested that we let them all go, anyway, they did not play with us all morning for nothing, why let them locked up here! Although my brother and Wen Shuai were a bit reluctant to let go, Sun Lei and I moved away from the glass panels.
The dragonflies flew into the blue sky, the grasshoppers jumped into the flowers, the spiders climbed to the cherry tree, the caterpillars were slowly squirming, and my brother grabbed a big handful of soil and buried them alive.
Childhood stories
I remember when I was a kid in my hometown, my grandpa would pull the cart with his horse, and I would sit in the cart, and we would go to the field and play, and I was always happy. I think since the horse can pull the car, then chickens, pigs, cows can pull the car? So I took up the idea of a pig pulling a cart.
One day, my grandparents were not at home, so I took a piglet out of the pigsty and wanted it to pull me. The pig is very reluctant, pouting buttocks, mouth and grunted, I have to exert a lot of effort to force it out of the rope tied to its waist, the other end of the rope tied to my small tricycle, and find a handful of whisk chopsticks as a whip, all ready, I was happy to sit on it, and vigorously patted the pig, trying to make it go quickly, but the whisk chopsticks hit down, it is not good! Piggy pain wow wow straight screaming, crazy like running, the car flew as in the yard rushed, I was thrown out of the buttocks fell very painful, sitting on the ground scared wow wow cried, thought this time I can be finished, if the piggy still does not stop, then today my life can be dangerous, in this critical juncture, grandpa came back, grandpa saw me sitting on the ground crying, began to think that it is who bullied me, when he heard me crying and crying. After listening to my sobbing and broken narrative, he could not help but "puff" a big laugh, laughing tears are flowing out. "You're such a silly child, how can a pig pull a cart?!"
Until now, remembering that funny story, I can not help but laugh out loud.
My childhood was very happy, and the stories that happened then are still fresh in my mind. One of the things I think of my heart is always especially happy. Because it brought me infinite fun.
One day, after school, I saw a lot of students in front of the crowd there, I was very curious to go over, a look at the original is a box of cute ducklings, I asked, a dollar five only, I only used a dollar four bought it. I picked it up and held it with both hands, its little eyes were like two black beans looking at me, and it also barked at me from time to time. And it was so cute with its wiggly look. When I squatted down to get the plastic bag, it ran out of my hand with a wiggle. I caught it back and mumbled, "That little thing is naughty." Then, when I put it in a plastic bag, I named it - "Rogue".
When I got home, I put it in a shoebox and put the box on the table for fear that it would run out, but it didn't listen to me. First, it used its wings to hold onto the box, and then it jumped out of the box with one push, and then it ran forward recklessly, and then it fell out on top of a chair. It jumped off the top of the chair again. It waddled over and chirped at me. I think it is hungry, I took out a few green vegetables from the refrigerator, carefully cut the green vegetables into fine pieces, and then put them into a small plate, I just picked up the plate, the duckling came to me with a wagging, only to see that it couldn't wait to beat its wings and stretch its neck, and at this time I hadn't put the plate steadily, and then it ate greedily with its yellow and flat beak, which is like a small clip. In a short while, its mouth like a small clip ate all the dishes on the plate. It was so cute when it ate the food. Seeing it eat so well, I like it even more.
In the evening, my father came back and made a window for Rogue in a cardboard box. Mom made food for it, and I poured water for it. It was like a little guest in my house. Once, I pinched its flat mouth with my finger and lifted it up. Its little paws immediately pedaled around like a bicycle. At that moment, my father saw it and said anxiously, "Put it down quickly." I asked curiously, "Why?" "You're tugging on its mouth, and it will hurt." I immediately put it down. I asked again, "Why does it hurt?" Dad said, "Even though the duckling's beak is hard, its beak is also attached to the flesh, so of course it will hurt if you tug on its beak." I was ashamed and said to the duckling, "I'm really sorry." At that moment, Rogue barked at me twice. It seemed to have forgiven me.
Since the duckling came to my house, it added a lot of fun to my life, and I still think about it, and I'm still very fond of the duckling.
Confessions of a little boy
There are a lot of things that adults say about our children, (not good) like what the child's face changes on a June day, and what worries a child's family, etc. In fact, we also have worries and get angry. In fact, we also have trouble will also be angry, like the song sung, more annoying more annoying, I these days but more annoyed, last Wednesday, a few of our classmates play soccer, not pay attention to my classroom glass kicked a piece of broken, the teacher cracked down on me to put me a hard grams a meal. At noon back home mom look at me also not good, from the beginning of her cooking to the food to the table that mouth never stop nagging, endless. In the afternoon, I was even more unlucky, playing with classmates and sprained his foot, the pain I ah tears are coming out, I think I am a very unfortunate person. The teacher called my dad and I was a little scared, but my mom came to pick me up at the end of the school day, so I was able to get a piece of stone off the ground. Mom said to the teacher that dad traveled, this time mom did not blame me, she squatted on the ground, I obediently lying on my mother's back, the road home is very long, I want my mother to put down my mother said you can heartache mom I am satisfied, although a little tired, as long as you study well in the future and discipline, mom is not afraid of any more bitter and tired. Lying on my mother's back, my heart is hot, in order to give my mother to lighten the burden, I took my mother's hands over the backpack to their own bodies, mom laughed, you child can be really stupid, you think the backpack in your body I'm easy? I also laughed, laughed at myself really a little stupid, then I not only forgive the teacher forgive the mother, they grams I criticized me can be for my good ah!
But the next day I have a new trouble, long ago I told my mom that I want a pair of Nike sneakers, but my mom bought me a pair of ordinary sneakers, I told my mom that many of our classmates are wearing Nike and Li-Ning, why I can not? I told my mom that many of my classmates wore Nike and Li-Ning and why I couldn't. My mom was still saying the same thing about being thrifty and frugal, being hardworking and simple, etc. I argued with my mom and threw the shoes on the ground. I never thought that I always love my favorite mom but suddenly hit me a slap, hit my face hot and painful, I cried, the heart of the grievances, mom does not understand me, I hate my mother.
That night my mother did not come home to eat, I asked my grandma, my grandma said that after I went to school, my mother cried at home for a whole afternoon, I do not believe that my mother does not work today to cry what, my grandma said that your mother every morning and evening in the market to sell things to earn a little money, and you still want to name brand name brand, ahem, what time to understand. Outside the rain fell very big, I lie on the window sill looking at the street, the heart is very miss mother, unknowingly slept over, woke up or did not see his mother, I was anxious, do not care to put on a good dress rushed out the door and plunged headlong into the rainy night. I have never wanted to see my mom like this, I looked for a street and then another street, oh, mom where are you? I finally saw my mom from afar, but for some reason, I want to see my mom but I'm afraid to see my mom, I hurriedly hid behind a big tree, mom, you are so relaxed, with a smile on your face, you are so confident, mom, I want to say to you I don't want the Nike shoes, I don't want anything, I just want you, mom.
Mom, tonight I grew up all of a sudden, I know what it means to save, what it means to obey, I also know what it means to be confident and self-reliant, what it means to be a mother's love and what it means to be great, mom believe in my son, tomorrow I am a good son, your kindness son will definitely repay! (The Golden Snail)
Childhood Encounter with Dogs
Childhood is like a beach with many colorful shells, some of which look very interesting. Everyone has their own interesting childhood stories, and I certainly have.
It was an evening, I just crossed into the campus of the "little boy" backpack is walking home from school on the road. Suddenly a yellow dog came out of an alley, staring at the cold eyes. I muttered in a low voice: "Don't come over, good dog", but the dog seemed to be deliberately against me, began to approach me, I thought, still standing here what, waiting to bite? So I ran, but I could not run as fast as this "scud", and I was overtaken in a moment. I don't know where to get the strength, suddenly turned around and flew up a foot, the dog kicked out three meters away.
The dog climbed up and opened its mouth to show two rows of sharp teeth, and I was so scared that I almost fainted. My mom, who was riding by on her bike from work, shouted, "Get down!"
I don't care about the matter, I did a butt on the ground, the dog immediately ran away.
Back home, I couldn't wait to ask my mom what was going on. Mom said: "In fact, the reason is very simple. You squat down, it thought you would pick up something to throw it. Then slipped away!"
Oh! I just realized.
Through this incident, I know: find the weakness of the other side, is the key to turn defeat into victory.
Childhood is seven-colored, passionate and lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, and what about the childhood fun?
I am a girl in the north, hourly I like to play in the ice and snow, snowball fights, pile snowman. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snow from the air down, a flower, 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. So, my brother, cousin and I picked up a shovel and piled up a snowman in the yard, white body, round head, cinder blocks for black eyes, cotton pinched nose, but also upward! Cousin painted the snowman's mouth with red ink, and it was grinning and 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 had already been hit by my brother's snowball, which opened up a picture on top of his head, which filled the yard with laughter. Cousin is not convinced, pick up the snowball to the brother attack, after one after another attack the yard laughter is even louder.
Childhood is so interesting ah! Childhood fun brings me joy, childhood is so good.
Looking back to the year, Kanshou time as an arrow, meet the favorite memory of childhood, only a piece of sigh. The first thing you should do is to look for a young man who is not afraid of the cold. The cow and horse back shaking years, childhood fun unlimited.
Childhood boys, do not love swords and spears, wrestling and killing for fear of not much it, especially after watching those who fought in the picture books and wonderful battle story film, the warriors that wielded the knife and chopped the enemy, holding a gun to catch the bandits of the heroic image is really fascinating to people. Especially the bright red collar, cap badge, especially the young heart yearning for thirst, I do not know how many times I dreamed of wearing the green uniform.
Much of my childhood spent in the battle to emulate the warrior, after school, often and small partners into the "fierce" battle, "guerrilla", "capture prisoners! "To those of us who are children add endless fun.
Look! That miscellaneous colors and samples of the cap, collar, pasted with red paper cut cap badge, lapel pin; neck hung with a telescope made of paper shells, holding a small pistol folded paper, waist tied with a cloth belt, that dress and modern children's neat uniforms, advanced toys weapons compared to the difference is far, but there are also quite a few points of the military style, the cat's back forward to prostrate tumbling action is so realistic.
Listen! That from the mouth of the gunfire, explosions, shouting and killing sound is so intense, so that people seem to enter the battlefield of fire and smoke.
The most unforgettable is from the "infantry" to the "cavalry" of a battle, (at that time we have a primitive oil press on the street, which feeds twelve, three horses pulling the mill to pack oil, when the production was stopped, with the consent of the horse we pulled the horse out to graze) it was a Sunday. (It was a Sunday, after breakfast, the partners armed and ready, they went to take their favorite "war horse", across to the "battlefield" run, those horses are not tall and handsome, but riding on it, we feel that they are steeply taller, that The mood since is beautiful beyond words.
To the battlefield after the allocation, as usual, is the "enemy" first run, two or three minutes later, dressed up as a good guy, we, in the command of the knife, under the signal, issued a shout, shot the horse waved the knife forward to chase,
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"Tak Tak" hoofbeats broke the silence of the valley.
The sound of hooves broke the silence of the valley, the road raised a gust of dust, I do not know if there is a target in front of me, or the horse is humane, know the heart of the pursuer, a gallop, it is gradually close to the "former enemy", "the enemy" is also very cunning, they ran on a small pass, then suddenly stopped, and then the enemy, the enemy's head, and the enemy's head, and the horse's head, and the horse's head, and the horse's head. Le turn the horse's head, forced to look at us, the horse's head relative, hissing, big have down to kill the situation, this battle formation, really make people heartbeat, commander Wang Hong urgent order us to the right side of the small hillock run, "the enemy" to see our intentions, "the bandit leader" Zheng three guns
The battle began, wooden knives touch each other, ping-pong sound, both sides shouted, the frame separated, riding skill is not high, I and a few other partners, often in the horse sharp turn and run when the fall to the ground. However, no one is willing to this side, do not care about rubbing the painful parts of the fall on the horse again to fight, that scene, now think of it are afraid.
And I fought against Xiao Qiang strength, riding skills are better than me, and quite clever, in his fierce attack, I only have the power to fight without the power to fight back, not too long, will be tired sweat, had to the neighboring comrades shouted: "Xiao Ming! Come and save me!" Shouting before the fall, will be small strong a knife chop in the waist (beforehand told not allowed to use the knife chop) fell off the horse. As he laughed, Xiao Ming came from behind and killed him with another slash.
The battle was still going on, and we were still staring at the battlefield from the sidelines, arguing about who would get hit first, and defending our own side, often getting red in the face about it.
War about thirty, forty minutes, in addition to the two leaders, the rest are down, in fact, the two leaders were also hit, just who also refused to admit defeat, until exhaustion, only in the "next time to fight again" sound just soldiers, let the horse south mountain.
Childhood, childhood, you are how lively and active, how naughty; childhood, childhood, you left me how many thoughts, how many memories. May the innocence of childhood be long, may the fearlessness of childhood last forever!