1. Write a childlike essay of more than 600 words
Tongqu’s mother told me some interesting things about my childhood, which I found very interesting! I was barely two years old when I first learned to say "no."
My mother asked me: "Are your hands dirty?" I said: "Not dirty." "Are they clean?" "Not clean."
Lying in bed in the morning, my mother asked Me: "Wake up?" I said: "Don't get up." "Sleep?" "Don't sleep."
At night, my father wanted to take pictures of me sleeping. I was unhappy and said, "Mom takes pictures." Pat, or dad, pat!" One time I pulled out the needle from the sweater my mother was knitting. My mother found out and was very angry. I hurriedly hid in the corner, stood facing the wall, looked at my mother and said, "No. ! "When I was two years old, my mother taught me how to read. At that time, I often saw my uncle, so my mother wrote the word "uncle" for me and posted it on the wall. I would recognize it soon.
Once, I was reading a little book about Sheriff Black Cat, and while I was reading, I read the words on it. I read a lot of words and they were all correct. My mother was very happy.
I continued reading and read "Be careful, uncle". When my mother heard this, she felt something was wrong. When she came over and took a look, it turned out to be "be careful"! I heard from my mother that I am already three and a half years old, and I still cannot pronounce many words accurately. Especially the "L" sound is always pronounced as "Y" sound, for example: la is pronounced as ya; lan is pronounced as yan; lv is pronounced as yu, etc., so a lot of jokes are made.
There is a short story called "Pull the Carrot". I read it like this: The kitten is pressing (pulling) the puppy, the puppy is pressing (pulling) the granddaughter, and the granddaughter is pressing (pulling) the grandma. , grandma pressed (pulled) grandpa, grandpa pressed (pulled) radish, pulling and pulling.
My mother was very happy. There are many interesting things about my childhood. Every time my mother tells them to me, it makes me burst into laughter. 2. Write a composition about childishness
Childlikeness is the truth in dreams; it is the dream in truth; it is the dream in truth; it is the tearful laughter in recalling.
——Inscription
The flowers of childhood bloom gracefully and brilliantly. Recalling every bit of childhood, there is always so much happiness in my heart...
"Grandpa Jin's Belly"
One day, I was having fun with the children in the kindergarten. , the teacher is carrying a big watermelon from a distance, green and green. The exhausted teacher, who was sweating profusely, put down the heavy watermelon, raised his round head and said to us, "Kids, how about we eat watermelon together." Everyone turned around and said in unison, "Okay -" Suddenly, a child said strangely, "Do you think this looks like a club?" My best friend thought for a while and said, "Like the sun in the sky." Some said, "Like... ..." At this time, a child suddenly said, "Don't you feel like Grandpa Jin who guards the gate?" In an instant, we were all smiling like Maitreya Buddha, and the air was filled with joy. I only heard laughter echoing in the corridor...
After a while, I heard only "ouch", and the faces of several children were covered with red "beads of sweat". They also licked the "sweat beads" on their lips and said with a smile, "Oh, this is really sweet." After hearing this, other children rushed to the table one after another. At this time, the beautiful and gentle teacher had no choice. After thinking about it, he suddenly came up with a plan and said with a small mouth: "Don't move anymore, or I will chop off your hands." This threat with a smile worked immediately. Time immediately seemed to be frozen, and everyone stayed there motionless. In the end, the teacher gave each of us a slice.
"Spitting Watermelon Seeds Battle"
After the teacher divided the watermelon seeds, a child who came back from the United States said: "I have a good idea. We can spit the watermelon seeds into the soil so that next year You will be able to eat watermelon again." Everyone agreed with this method.
So we stood in two rows. Because the students in the back row were a little weak, they vomited on the people in front.
At this time, I seemed to feel something sticking to my face. I raised my hand and wiped it, and it turned out to be watermelon seeds. I turned around and saw the child behind me making a face at me, so not to be outdone, I also spit out a watermelon seed at her. Other students saw it and imitated our example, so we started a world war. The teacher standing aside also bent over with laughter. In the end, each of us was covered with "black beans". Although it was unhygienic, we were still very happy.
Childhood is like a flower, and everyone’s childhood is like the flowers in the garden, each with its own shape, color, fragrance, and interest. They will bloom and wither. However, who dares to say that it has never been beautiful and fragrant. 3. A childish composition of 600 words
Memory is something that even the stars cannot steal. Although they are very cunning and often sneak into dreams, they still cannot take away the memory.
Especially this memory, I keep her at the bottom, but she often seems to appear in front of my eyes. ——Inscription Maybe growing up happens inadvertently.
When I looked back one day, I found that the footprints I walked through were no longer messy, but the beautiful things suddenly disappeared from my eyes... Whenever I walked in this place made of reinforced concrete, When I'm in the mature forest, I always feel a little sad, a little empty, a blank space in my mind. It seems that when I was very young, there was a place that made me happy, but it was not like this... I vaguely remember that before I was 9 years old, I lived in a bungalow, which was built with red bricks one by one. of.
There is a very large yard, a very ordinary concrete floor, a very small room, and a very large vegetable patch that can be seen when you walk out of the house. , and a very old manure tank in the corner of the vegetable field. I live here every day, leading a plain but interesting life.
I especially like the winter here. Although it also belongs to the Jiangnan area, heavy snow will fall all over the sky in a delicate and gentle winter.
That night, around 7 o'clock, my mother called me out of my small and cozy room while I was writing my diary, saying that it was snowing. I immediately dropped the pen in my hand and ran into the yard like a little bird.
"Mom, it's snowing!" I shouted excitedly. I saw the pure white snow falling down in large clumps, falling into the yard and falling on me.
My mother hurriedly pulled me into the house from the yard, "Go to bed quickly, I will have the energy to play in the snow tomorrow morning." That day, I made an exception and went to bed very early, and I slept very soundly.
When I woke up the next day, I couldn’t wait to throw on a cotton-padded jacket and rushed out of the yard happily. Oh my gosh, so beautiful! Looking around, there is a vast expanse of white.
The vegetable fields, beside the paths, on the walls, on the eaves, and on the tall trees are all covered with white snow. I quickly called my brothers, sisters, and brothers to build a snowman together.
The snow is very white and clean, and feels cool to the touch. I don’t know what I felt at that time. I just knew that as soon as I got home, I soaked my red hands in the basin where my mother had poured hot water.
When the snow was melting, I felt a little nostalgic looking at the dripping ice edges on the eaves. My mother said: "It will snow again next year."
But who knew, before I saw the heavy snow the next year, I came to this city full of steel and concrete. And our walls.
Perhaps because of time, some very small holes appeared at the connections between bricks. We also started thinking about this wall.
Having a big sister always has something that we all envy. For example, put stickers on.
She always asked us to close our eyes first, then roll the prepared stickers into thin strips and stuff them into the cracks in the wall for us to find. I was considered a "paper finder" at that time, and I spent a long time looking for a bag of stickers.
But my mother didn’t know that after putting it in the washing machine, it was all gone. I often blame myself for being careless at that time, and I have never seen such beautiful stickers until now.
Later, because of my father’s job transfer, I had to go to a city full of steel and concrete. But why did you just leave? I haven't learned to seriously appreciate this place that made my childhood full of fun and color, so why should I leave? I think I will never see an old house built brick by brick like this again.
Unfortunately, I am destined to never see such a paradise again. My father came back from there this year and said that everything had changed there. The bungalow I used to live in had also been demolished and replaced with modern high-rise buildings. The footprints of my childhood were buried under the high-rise buildings in that city.
Tolstoy said that people are beautiful because they are cute. So, this ancient house, my paradise, is beautiful because it is worth remembering.
The frozen memories are beautiful, but fragile. I simply don’t know how to protect her, but I would rather just have the frozen memories. I don’t want to go back and see all the modernizations when I go back. Asphalt roads, high-rise buildings, some bad things that ruined my beautiful memories. I want her to remain perfectly in my memory forever.
Because that is something I will never forget. 4. Imitate "Children's Fun" and write a 200-word essay "Children's Fun"
Childhood is the starting point of life, a golden time as beautiful as dreams. Childhood is like a boat, filled with toys and candies. Power button. Listening to the "booming..." sound of the washing machine starting, I sat on the sidelines, thinking about how smart I was. After a while, I thought, have the dishes been washed? Hey! The dishes don't need to be rinsed dry. After thinking about it, I stood up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop the washing machine. When I opened the lid of the washing machine and took a look, "Ah!" I was really surprised. Where are the dishes? Seeing that the cabbage was left with "bare commander", and the eggplant seemed to have been gnawed by mice, it was covered in bruises; and the tomatoes were gone... I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat. What should I do now? My mother spent money to buy so many vegetables, but I washed them like this. It’s really more helpful! "Xiao Chun, have the dishes been washed? I'm going to cook." Mom walked into the kitchen and shouted. I said silently, "Apply oil on the soles of your feet - run away!" Then he got into his small room and opened the door. Locked from behind... Thinking of this interesting childhood incident, I couldn't help but laugh. How innocent I was in childhood! As I grow older, I gradually understand that different things require different methods to achieve good results; otherwise, the consequences will often be counterproductive or even uncontrollable. Imitating "Children's Interest" When I recall my childhood, it makes people happy He laughed and won the favor of the elders. One day during the third year of my life, it was extremely hot. My family went to enjoy the shade under a tree. But there was no sign of me. I was startled and suspicious when I suddenly saw me running not far away. My family was curious and said, "Why are you running?" "Continuously?" Yu Nai said: "If you run, there will be wind." Yu often watched chickens laying eggs on the earth wall. One day, he saw a chicken lying in the nest and suspected that it was a chicken laying eggs. He squatted down and looked carefully. Half an hour passed, but the chicken still didn't come down. My family asked me why I was squatting in the chicken coop. I returned angrily, and my family laughed and said, "This chicken is sleeping." 5. Composition: Childlike Interest 600 words
Childlike Interest
Childhood is the time that everyone misses the most. Because childhood is carefree. Growing up day by day, although I became sensible and mature, my worries also increased. Sometimes if you think carefully about the interesting things in your childhood, you can feel the tenderness.
My parents are known to be strict teachers, so they have very high requirements for me. I was asked to read "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in the third grade. I didn't even learn many words when I was young. This book weighed a lot and was unbearable. So when I was reading, I gulped it down and confused the characters a lot. Zhuge Liang was regarded as Cao Cao, Zhang Fei was regarded as Ma Chao... I didn't look up the words I couldn't read in the dictionary.
Of course, I will never forget showing off my "profound" knowledge in front of my classmates.
Even though I was a complete mess, in the face of these classmates who had never read this book, fabricating it was the only way, and the students all believed it to be true. They all respectfully called me "Little Doctor". However, there will always be a day when it is revealed.
It was a sunny morning. After the first class, I started to show off: "Today I will tell you a story about "Empty City Strategy"" I paused intentionally and saw my classmates. Ready to listen, I continued.
"Three Kingdoms Period..." I started making up random things again.
"Ignorance!" Halfway through my speech, I was interrupted by a senior student standing not far away.
"If you don't know, don't tell me, so as not to mislead others."
"I..." I was speechless for a moment, my face turned red...
From After that, I never told anyone a story again. After this incident, I understood a profound truth. You cannot pretend to understand or even show off yourself. Even if you are praised for a moment, it will be exposed sooner or later. Once the truth is exposed, you will be ashamed and embarrassed. Be a humble and cautious person.
Hope you adopt it! 6. Composition: Children's Interest (more than 600 words)
Children's Interest (four essays) Li Hao, Class 6 (2), Shimuyuan Primary School, Lixia District, Jinan City Children's Interest Everyone has a beautiful and happy life Childhood, and there are many interesting things in childhood that sound funny, childish, but endlessly memorable, and I am no exception.
I remember that when I was four years old, it was the most childish and the most hilarious time. Once, my mother bought me a little rooster in the market to make me happy. I jumped three feet high with joy.
That little rooster is extremely beautiful, with its fiery red comb, colorful feathers, strong figure, and long tail. Everyone loves it. I have been very happy since my mother bought me a little cock.
One day during my nap at noon, I couldn't sleep, so I came to eavesdrop on my parents. Mom said to Dad: "The child's little rooster can't lay eggs. Let's kill it and stew it for meat!" Dad said excitedly: "No problem!" I was shocked after hearing this and rushed into the house to interrupt. Dad said: "No, don't kill it, I still want to play with it!" Mom was startled, and when they came to their senses, I was already crying. Mom smiled and said: "Okay, no You can kill it, but you must let it lay an egg for our family!” Dad laughed when he heard this.
At this time, I smiled and agreed to my mother. Dad didn't expect me to agree so happily, so he laughed again.
Mom understands why dad laughs, but I don’t. I went back to bed and thought, if you want a chicken to lay eggs, you have to feed it.
After taking a nap, I fed the little rooster some millet. After eating, it raised its wings, stretched out, and slowly fell asleep. I saw that it didn't lay eggs. On the surface, it was not in a hurry, but in my heart, I was like an ant on a hot pot.
I crossed my legs and sat on the ground, thinking like I was resting... Suddenly, I had an idea, and ran into the kitchen in three steps at a time, picked up an egg, and crept to the kitchen. The chicken coop, carefully put the eggs in it. After a while, I pretended to be surprised and shouted: "The chicken laid eggs!" My parents heard the sound and were surprised.
My mother picked up the egg and accidentally dropped it on the ground with joy. What surprised us was that neither the egg white nor the yolk came out. It turns out that this egg is a cooked egg.
At this time, my parents laughed, and so did I. My childish smile is filled with countless joyful childishness.
Unforgettable Lessons People are smart; people are flexible; but people are ordinary. Everyone will make mistakes of one kind or another in life, and sometimes the lessons learned from mistakes are unforgettable, and I am no exception.
I remember one day last summer, I played hide-and-seek with the children in our hospital. Before the game started, after discussion, everyone agreed to let Zhang Lei, the youngest among us, my eight-year-old brother, catch people.
We first covered his eyes with a red scarf and asked him to circle around the tree ten times, and then went to catch the children hiding in other places. The game started. My brother touched left and right, carefully trying to catch us around the tree.
After a while, my brother seemed to see me and walked straight towards me. I was shocked and couldn't believe that an eight-year-old child could be so smart.
I was about to get up and hide, but suddenly I thought: No matter how smart he is, can I still be caught by an eight-year-old child? At that time, I really despised the "enemy" so much that I happily crossed my legs and sat still. At this time, my brother who was walking towards me stopped and seemed to have seen me. He was a little surprised when I didn't run away.
I stared at my brother motionless, and my brother also "stared" at me standing there. We "looked" at each other for half an hour. I sneered and thought: He was just lucky and guessed my location just now.
I sneered again, seeming to despise the "enemy" even more. At this time, Zhang Lei seemed to have seen me, and ran in front of me in three steps and two steps at a time, and caught me.
By the time I reacted, it was already too late. Only then did I suddenly realize that my brother was using a delaying tactic! "This is a great plan, I can't do it any better!" At this time, I thought of the incident in the Three Kingdoms period when Guan Yu accidentally lost Jingzhou. Guan Yu, the general of Shu, defended Maicheng. Because he underestimated the enemy, he was defeated by a twenty-year-old Wu The leader of the country, Lu Xun! I must not be the second Guan Yu! Since then, I have always kept these five words in mind: "Be careful and never underestimate the enemy" and I have never made similar mistakes again.
I like to read "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". In the world of books, I only like to read the famous book "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". It vividly depicts the personality characteristics of many characters and tells many stories about the Three Kingdoms period. Interesting war story that I couldn't put down. I was very moved by the characters described in the book, such as Guan Yunchang, Zhao Zilong, Zhang Yide, Ma Mengqi, Huang Tiande, etc. Their every move tells us that righteousness, loyalty, fierceness, courage, and wisdom are indispensable in life; The war stories described in the book moved me.
For example, Ma Chao fought against Cao Cao, and the three heroes of the Poguan Army fought against Lu Bu. It tells us that victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists. Don’t be dazzled by a temporary victory, and don’t lose confidence because of a temporary defeat; the book The strategies described in the book made me tempted, such as the empty city strategy, the chain strategy, the beauty trap, borrowing a knife to kill, hiding a knife in a smile, and catching a thief behind closed doors. Each strategy illustrates from different aspects that in real life and study, we must always use our brains to think about problems. , use strategy to defeat the "enemy". It is precisely because of the character traits, war stories and strategies of the characters in the book that I have benefited a lot, so I especially like "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".
Ah, I succeeded! Ah, I succeeded! Finally succeeded! A few days ago, I was very frustrated because I didn't do well in the exam. When I got home, I took it out on my door. Unexpectedly... It was after the exam last semester. Because my exam results were not good, I started to take out my door after I got home. I vented my anger and hit and kicked it (the parents were not at home). Unexpectedly, I took out a screw, the "support pillar" of the door. I said angrily: "What a rotten thing, why don't you beat it!" I looked back and saw that the door was broken. What should I do? It’s better to wait until dad comes back to fix it! But, I thought, no.
I broke the door, I can't just sit back and do nothing. Besides, they all say that I am the "little emperor" of the family.
Today, my "little emperor" did something unbelievable to them. I made up my mind to fix the door myself! However, just as I was about to take action, I was worried again, where were the nails and hammer? I started a "big search" at home...Fifteen minutes later, I finally found the nails and hammer.
I danced with joy and hurried to the living room. 7. Childlike composition of 600 words
Memory is something that even the stars cannot steal. Although they are very cunning and often slip into dreams, they still cannot take away the memory. Especially this memory, I keep her at the bottom, but she often seems to appear in front of my eyes.
——Inscription
Maybe you grow up inadvertently.
When I looked back one day, I found that the footprints I walked through were no longer messy, but the beautiful things suddenly disappeared from my eyes...
Whenever I walk in this place made of reinforced concrete, When I'm in the mature forest, I always feel a little sad, a little empty, a blank space in my mind. It seems that when I was very young, there was a place that made me happy. It was not like this...
I vaguely remember that before I was 9 years old, I lived in a bungalow, which was like that. It was built up piece by piece with red bricks. There is a very large yard, a very ordinary concrete floor, a very small room, and a very large vegetable field that can be seen when you walk out of the house, and a small vegetable field in the corner of the vegetable field. A very old manure tank. I live here every day, leading a plain but interesting life.
I especially like the winter here. Although it also belongs to the Jiangnan area, heavy snow will fall all over the sky in a delicate and gentle winter. That night, around 7 o'clock, my mother called me out of my small and cozy room, where I was writing my diary, saying that it was snowing. I immediately dropped the pen in my hand and ran into the yard like a little bird. "Mom, it's snowing!" I shouted excitedly. I saw the pure white snow falling down in large clumps, falling into the yard and falling on me. My mother hurriedly pulled me into the house from the yard, "Go to bed quickly, I will have the energy to play in the snow tomorrow morning." That day, I made an exception and went to bed very early, and I slept very soundly.
When I woke up the next day, I couldn’t wait to throw on a cotton-padded jacket and rushed out of the yard happily. Oh my gosh, so beautiful! Looking around, there is a vast expanse of white. The vegetable fields, beside the paths, on the walls, on the eaves, and on the tall and tall trees are all covered with white snow. I quickly called my brothers, sisters, and brothers to build a snowman together. The snow was very white and clean, and felt cool to the touch. I don’t know what I felt at that time. I just knew that as soon as I got home, I soaked my red hands in the basin where my mother had poured hot water.
When the snow was melting, I felt a little nostalgic looking at the dripping ice edges on the eaves. My mother said: "It will snow again next year." But who knew, before I saw the heavy snow the next year, I came to this city full of steel and concrete.
And our walls. Perhaps because of time, some very small holes appeared at the joints between bricks. We also started thinking about this wall. There is always something about having a big sister that we all envy. For example, put stickers on. She always asked us to close our eyes first, then roll the prepared stickers into thin strips and stuff them into the cracks in the wall for us to find. I was considered a "paper finder" at that time, and I spent a long time looking for a bag of stickers. But my mother didn't know that after putting it in the washing machine, it was all gone.
I often blame myself for being careless at that time, and I have never seen such beautiful stickers until now.
Later, because of my father’s job transfer, I had to go to a city full of steel and concrete. But why did you just leave? I haven't learned to seriously appreciate this place that made my childhood full of fun and color, so why should I leave? I think I will never see an old house built brick by brick like this again.
Unfortunately, I am destined to never see such a paradise again. My father came back from there this year and said that everything had changed there. The bungalow I used to live in had also been demolished and replaced with modern high-rise buildings. The footprints of my childhood were buried under the high-rise buildings in that city.
Tolstoy said that people are beautiful because they are cute. So, this ancient house, my paradise, is beautiful because it is worth remembering.
The frozen memories are beautiful, but fragile. I simply don’t know how to protect her, but I would rather just have the frozen memories. I don’t want to go back and see all the modernizations when I go back. Asphalt roads, high-rise buildings, some bad things that ruined my beautiful memories. I want her to remain perfectly in my memory forever.
Because that is something I will never forget.
8. Write a short article: Childlike Fun
Childhood is a happy time.
The starting point of life, if you grasp your childhood, you will grasp your life. Thinking of my former friends reminds me of my former self.
That day, I was reading under the tree, and a cute spider crawled into my book and covered the words.
..I caught him and let him go. Because, I know, spiders are dedicating themselves to the people.
(One article) (Another article) What is childhood? It is the cicada on the tree, the frog in the water, the short song of the reed flute, the hide and seek of my partner... In short, childhood is carefree, happy and beautiful. Whenever I vividly recall interesting stories from my childhood, my face always glows with a rosy glow.
After all, those past events swirled in my heart like the sound of gurgling water. Once they burst out, they would be so eloquent... When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandma's house. Grandma was I live in the countryside, so there are many people riding horses from this village to that village. I was very envious when I saw it, and wanted to try riding a horse, but the horse's back was too high and I couldn't get on. I was thinking When I was going up, I happened to see my grandma feeding the pigs. I thought the pigs were small and it was easy to go up. As soon as I saw grandma entering the house after feeding the pigs, I went up to the pig nest, opened the door, went in, chose a pig and rode on it. Running outside, grandma saw it and ran out to call me. I saw grandma and wanted the pig to stop, but she couldn't. A pig ran into grandma's vegetable garden. The cucumbers and persimmons... were all trampled by the pigs. I was also scratched on my hands and belly by the branches of the fruit trees. This time, grandma caught the pig and drove it away. After entering the nest, he said that I was too naughty and even dared to ride a pig.
Another time was when I was seven years old and I had just learned to ride a bicycle. I wasn't very good at riding at that time, so my mother and I rode our bikes to the square where there was a lot of space.
I was riding my bicycle there, riding faster and faster. Suddenly I saw an adult riding a bicycle from the front. Because he was riding too fast, he couldn't stop the car and was about to hit him. , my mother was also calling me, and I thought: "If I hit it, I will be injured, and I'm not very good at riding. What if I turn around and fall?" I don't know what to do. At this moment, I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay if you jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I was not injured, but my car collided with that person.
Whenever I recall these, I always chuckle, so sweet and bright. It was as if all the haunting past events were vividly reappearing.
I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons of my youth... I think that childhood is like a tree without annual rings, which will never grow old or disappear... Childhood is like a colorful cloud. Fun is the colorful rainbow. Childlike innocence is the clear crystal. Childhood is fiery red. Passion is golden. Joy is emerald green. Childlike interest is green. Hope is blue. The mind is purple. Childlike innocence is the crystal dewdrop. The transparent gemstone is sparkling. Bright Stars Childhood contains childlike interest. Childlike interest contains childlike innocence. Childlike innocence is the shining star waiting. Looking out the window, on the big banyan tree by the small pond not far away, cicadas are singing in unison, "Looking at Summer" Looking at the playground, the bright sun drives away passers-by, and the breeze plays on the swing. Only butterflies are still sitting on the swaying swing. The teacher's chalk chirped on the blackboard, and this annoying sound filled the eardrums.
A childhood of waiting for get out of class to end, waiting for school to be over, and waiting for games. Time passed. "Oh, I'm sleepy..." I yawned lazily and fell asleep. Duke Zhou had already walked up to me, but I jumped up and said, "Ah! I'll do my homework!" After that, there was endless hard work until Sweating profusely, no sleep at all.
Examination, such a scary word, but sleepiness crept into my eyelids at this critical moment, "Swish, swish, swish..." Listening to this lullaby, it was only when I handed in the paper that I complained that all the books I was supposed to read were still missing. Didn’t read it. Alas, the teacher warned us more than a thousand times: "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time."
However, day after day, year after year, in a daze, childhood is so close. It's the end.
Curious, I asked my dad and mom, why does the sun always go down to that side of the mountain? They smiled, poked me in the forehead and continued working, but I understood the two words in their eyes: childish.
But I decided not to admit defeat and asked the question, so I excitedly asked my grandma. The kind grandma narrowed her eyes. Looking at the sunset.
He said cheerfully: "That's the gods calling." "Do the gods live on the other side of the mountain?" Grandma was speechless, still smiling cheerfully.
I sat on the threshold, facing the sky, capturing the question marks that the world brought to me. I didn’t know how long I looked at them... I was so curious and imaginative about my childhood. Hope A dragonfly flies over in the sunshine, its wings are shiny, and its seven colors keep changing and flashing. Will my future be so brilliant? The rice fields where the dragonflies flew over were still green, and my heart was also "green".
Gradually, I found that my colorful crayons could not draw the splendor of the rainbow, and my flower tube could not draw the beauty of the sunset. However, my senior classmates could splash ink to their heart's content and be full of joy. Acridine, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growing up, looking forward to... Looking back at the past There is a kind of happiness called childhood, and there is a kind of happiness called memories...