A little man holds up a big umbrella on a rainy day. Mom says I'm not good at playing umbrellas. Every time it rains, I obviously have an umbrella on my head, but when I get home, the result of holding an umbrella is similar to that of not holding an umbrella. So he bought me a big umbrella, which covered me and my schoolbag. Maybe my mother thinks that no matter how I open an umbrella, I can always cover my head and won't go home like a drowned rat.
The bell rang and the day's class was over. After school, I ran out of the school gate happily with a heavy schoolbag on my back. The rain for several days made the dirt road muddy and had already been washed away by the rain. But there's nothing I can do. That's the only way for me to go home. Although the road is difficult, it seems that this will not hinder our enthusiasm for going home at all. Just because we are a group of innocent and lovely children, a group of carefree children.
On rainy days, putting on deep boots and walking through the mud with a smile is the best way for us to fight against road slip. At that time, we hadn't really skated, so we appreciated the opportunity given by the rainy day: let's wear it in the mud, it's fun! If someone accidentally falls into the mud, it will definitely cause a burst of laughter at first, and then everyone will give a hand and continue to laugh happily. No complaints, no anger, only silly laughter, laughing with friends. That's not stupid, it's naive! Even though my trouser legs and even my coat are covered with mud every time I come home, I have never heard of any friend who hates such rainy days. We are not only worthy of the name clay figurines, but also children with a pure heart. I have never been tired of rainy days myself. I don't just like playing with mud. I also like to bring a pot of hot water to warm my frozen feet when I get home. It is a kind of heat that warms my heart.
There are many interesting things in childhood rainy days. I still remember that on the way home, boys like to walk to the tree with sticks in advance and wait for girls to pass by. Why? That's because when the girls go under the tree, they immediately beat the branches with sticks. So that the cold rain can fall on the girls. If you are lucky, if there are bugs in the tree, boys will be more unscrupulous. At this time, the girls are "on fire" and a "good show" is bound to be staged. That is, as soon as the girl shouted, the boy dropped the stick and ran away. The clever girl picked up the stick and shouted the boy's name while chasing it. One girl couldn't catch up, so she used her own trick-crying. Cry loudly for fear that no one will hear you. Hearing the girl crying, the boys were scared. They hurried back to see what was going on, and then smiled and said, "Don't cry, I won't tease you any more, I won't tease you any more. Can I change someone next time? " The girl cried and laughed, and proudly stuck out her tongue and said, "I want to complain and tell your mother, hmm." Perception of life
At night, we may hear the mother of the boy next door beating her child, and then we girls will laugh our heads off. Often at this time, my mother will seriously say that if you don't listen, you will still be beaten. Hearing this, I can only bow my head silently, but I still can't help laughing softly. When we were young, we were so naive that we laughed when we should laugh and cried when we should cry. Now, we seem to have less courage, less courage to laugh at any time, less courage to cry if we want. Maybe when we grow up, we can't be like when we were children. Maybe we should go back and learn from us at that time and understand that life needs us to discover its beauty. Maybe life will become more colorful in this way.
If it rains on weekends, the pond will be full of water. We will learn to wash clothes by the pond like ordinary adults, but we were always scolded by adults before, so we are not so stupid anymore. We came up with other ways: we blocked the water in the small ditch halfway, called a group of boys, moved a lot of stones, grabbed some dirt, and started our "water storage project". Because of the rampant moss, our little feet often walk unsteadily, and then they will be worn out. In memory, these little pains can't stop our enthusiasm for washing clothes. I don't think those boys are good enough to help us move stones. They still like playing tricks on us girls. Piled with mud, I grabbed a handful of mud and wiped it on the girl's face. I started running after cleaning, and then I laughed as I ran. I proudly said, "Come on, chase me." Of course, girls don't care about the dirt on their faces, so they grab a small stone and throw it. Fortunately, boys can always avoid stones and make them laugh from ear to ear.
After a while, the girl turned her head and found that the stone she had managed to save was caught, and no one could stop it. So girls are too anxious to beat boys and have to make up for their "mistakes" slowly and carefully. Before there is not enough water, we all pile stones carefully until there is enough water to wash clothes. Whether playing pranks or being friendly, we have been pursuing our innocence and always having our own happiness! In childhood, we have a sky that belongs to childhood. When we grow up, we should have a persistent heart. No matter in difficulties or adversity, we are not afraid of falling and difficulties, just like childhood. Perception of life
Childhood is like a colorful boat, full of all kinds of sweets and our laughter. Although the world is big and time is fast, there is always a constant childhood dream somewhere in my heart. I hope this childhood dream will enable us to fly to higher and farther places with butterfly-like dreams when we grow up.