In the daily study, work, life, we will inevitably come into contact with the essay, right, with the help of the essay people can reflect the objective things, express thoughts and feelings, transfer knowledge and information. There are a lot of notes on the essay, are you sure you can write it? The following is my carefully organized to childhood as the topic of composition, welcome to read, I hope you can like.
Childhood as the topic of essay 1
Childhood is like a clamshell, filled with grains of crystal pearl is also full of fine sand; childhood is like an hourglass, taking away the fortunate and sour past also took away the good times of childhood; with the same year like a breeze, blowing a refreshing also blew the mud and sand; looking back at childhood, once again, the sorrows, once again, the smile, once again, the pain... ...filled with every minute, every second in childhood ......
Clamshell like childhood. Score is the most commonly heard words in childhood, small exams, decide to praise the flower falls, big exams, decide the fate of a person's life. In one exam after another, there are the first, second, and the tenth and twentieth. Just like I go to the sea to fish a clam shell, open and count the number of pearls or grains of sand, or more pearls. But no grains of sand to do bead seed where that grain of dazzling pearl it?
Hourglass-like childhood. Childhood is like water, never return, in the new year, that sorrow, that cry ...... will be thrown away. That joy, that smile ...... also thrown away. Childhood like digging "aqueduct" a piece of land, is our construction site, with hands, sticks, with glass pieces of frame "bridge" time and again collapsed, time and again to repair, crying and laughing, laughing and crying, how naive, no worries, but this period of time has been far away from me, and the good times are far away. More and more far ......
Light wind like childhood. Picked up sesame seeds, lost watermelon is what I often do. Outside, see in a small mound of dirt next to a square glass box, there is a 50 cents of steel bouncer, to know, at that time in my eyes 50 cents is how big a "gold bar" I reached in to take, hand was stuck, I cried and ran home, dad with a saw blade one by one to the glass according to open, but I can not resist, a twist of the hand!
Whether it is a clam shell, hourglass, light wind. All will leave me, I silently think, slowly write, and saw that once again smiling face, and saw that once again crying. Childhood revisited in my mind.
With the growth of age, childhood began to gradually leave. But some of the interesting things of childhood, so far recalled is still so clear, so interesting. In my mind, the most clear than in the seaside digging treasure.
I was only six years old. I was only six years old at the time, and my father took me to the beach to play. That afternoon, my father and I came to the beach, only to see a sea of people, people in the sea as if a dumpling. We managed to find an empty space and started to play. It so happened that my father had recently told me a story about a man who went digging for treasure. So I thought: "Huh? The man in the story is through a lot of hard work to dig up the treasure, the treasure to be placed in a place that is not easy to be found, then the beach is boundless, is not exactly, hide the treasure feng shui treasure land?" I picked up my dad's new sand shovel, and started my big project while thinking about the scene where I dug up the treasure to be praised by all the people.
I started. I used the little sand shovel to scoop up the sand and push it to the side. After five minutes, the sun was blazing and I was starting to get sad on my forehead - sweating. But the pit could only fit my head, so I upped the ante. After another ten minutes, the pit got bigger, yes bigger, and there was still some unidentified liquid in it. I licked it and realized I had licked seawater. But I still hadn't seen the treasure. I was getting anxious, so I gave it another push. Another long ten minutes passed and I still didn't see the enviable treasure. Now I was really anxious and asked, "Dad, where's the treasure?" "Huh?" Dad looked at me quizzically. I said again, "There should be treasure on the beach, because you said the treasure is in the hiding place, and this beach I think is the hiding place." "Haha," said my father, stroking my head, "if there is treasure on the beach, and there are so many people, it would have been discovered long ago. Here, these are the shells I picked up, for you." I took the colorful shells, non-understanding seems to understand nodded.
Childhood is slowly going away, but childhood naivety, romance will always swing in my heart.
Childhood is a sea of joy. In the memory of the beach, there are countless shells, some gray, will evoke a sad past; there are also in the sunshine emitted dazzling light, reminding people of childhood anecdotes. I was on that beach of memory, searching for the most beautiful shells. Ah, found ......
I remember it was when I was in kindergarten, one day in the summer vacation, I was alone at home painting, lying on the cold floor, not to mention how happy! Painting and drawing, bean beads of sweat ran down my cheeks, I suddenly thought: go get an ice bar! Thinking of this, I grabbed a small chair, ran to the refrigerator and stepped on top of the chair to get an ice bar. I looked at the ice bar and couldn't wait to swallow it in one gulp. At this time, I suddenly remembered: mom wash strawberries, prunes, not in the water? Besides, my mom usually teaches me to be hygienic, so I'll be hygienic and wash the ice bar. I thought of this, I brought a bowl of water, the ice bar soaked in water "disinfection", and then, and continue to paint my painting.
In a flash, my "masterpiece" was finished. Suddenly, I remembered to put in the bowl "sterilization" of the ice bar, then rushed to the bowl. Aiya! The ice bar in the bowl had disappeared, leaving only a small piece of bamboo alone. I was shocked, tears can not help but come out: "oooh ...... oooh ...... ice bar was eaten by the kitten ...... eaten! ...... "This cry of mine happened to be heard by my mother who had just come in the door, and she quickly asked, "What's wrong, what happened?" "I ...... had my ice bar eaten by a kitten ......" I was still bawling. Hearing this, my mom turned around and went to the kitchen, and after a quick look came over with a smile on her face, "Little baby, your ice bar wasn't eaten by the kitten, it melted. You'll understand all this later." With that, he stroked my head and went to get another ice bar for me, and also instructed me, "Don't ever go anywhere to soak it again." I was still in the dark about why strawberries and prunes could be washed and soaked, but not ice bars. At that time, to the end did not understand exactly what happened.
Hey, you say I was stupid or not stupid ah! The childhood anecdotes, pieces are like a colorful shells, these colorful shells, lifted up my golden childhood!
Everyone says that the children of my time are very happy, but I don't think so. I always heard my father say that in his time, there were many interesting things every day, like the evening of the day he came home from school.
The sun wasn't very high, and my dad had just come back from school and ran up the hill to catch the chickens. Because there were no concrete roads in those days, Dad had to walk up the hill on a dirt road.
When he reached the top of the hill, he took a bamboo whip and drove the chickens out of the fence.
Who knows, at this time, the sky is drizzling, was driven out of the chicken scurrying everywhere, some to the east, some to the south, and some ran to the north, Dad was scared white, hands and feet weak, rushed out of the fence.
But the chickens didn't listen, and some even ran down the hill. Dad was careful in the downhill, left hand grasping the bamboo, took the right foot, right hand grasping the bamboo, took the left foot. However, in the midst of his caution, he still slipped and slid down the hill. Because of this carelessness, Dad's arm left an indelible scar.
Afterward, Dad ran home with his head hanging down, so I wondered, "Hmm! Is Dad now worried about getting a scolding or a beating from Grandma when he gets home? Or being punished by not having dinner tonight." But then a miracle happened - the chickens, came back.
"One chicken, two chickens, three chickens ......," Dad chanted under his breath. The whole fifteen chickens, a chicken is not less. This made dad so happy.
Through the father of these childhood anecdotes, make me associated with their own childhood. I still remember that it was a hot afternoon, I turned on the air conditioning, lying on the bed playing the game, when I was thirsty, I went to the kitchen to drink water, and after drinking the water, I continued to play the game, in the moment I played the game, how happy I am ah! If at this time there is a person called me to go out to play, I will definitely refuse her, because at this time I prefer to make friends with the phone.
In the blink of an eye, time slipped away from the game and the sky grew dark. I walked to the balcony, looking at the clouds in the sky, and felt that making friends with my cell phone would not make me happy, but make me more and more empty and boring.
Teacher, in my heart, there are too many words want to talk about, these words are about childhood, because I know that I am about to wave goodbye to my childhood, and I am about to be with my childhood, the river water does not commit well water.
I have been a graduating student, no longer a child, can no longer be pampered, can no longer be childish, can no longer have an innocent heart, I have not had time to prepare for the childhood era drew an imperfect end: my childhood is very interesting, but very short I remember the teacher said, the heart of a person is like a piece of paper, if this piece of paper is full of color, means that the person's heart is no longer the innocent heart of childhood. is no longer the innocence of childhood, there is a heart, because this paper is no longer as blank as before, no longer like before, want to do what you want to do, and will not think of a thing too complicated. Because the teacher your words let me understand, my "paper" is no longer so blank, no longer so pure, how I long for me to have a rubber sassafras, I want to use rubber sassafras to wipe this flowery paper clean, although this paper is full of artistic sense, get people's praise, but this is only the appearance! That's right, it is because of the society of a stroke, so that each piece of paper is full of color, the heart is full of all kinds of heart, like Zhu Ziqing's "Junior Leap" in the intercalary soil, when he was a child, witty and lovely, through the understanding of the grown-ups, he, then everything to prevent, even his best friend Zhu Ziqing also want to prevent, no longer believe in the people, this time his heart of the paper has been colorful, which was the masterpiece of the society at that time it was the time of the . Society with the cold darkness of these two brushes, so innocent as a child Leuntu painted into later this ruthless Leuntu.
Finally, I would like to say one more sentence to my childhood: "Goodbye, childhood, thank you for giving me so many gifts in my early childhood!"
Time flies, this year 13 sleep I gradually grew up, bid farewell to my childhood that is general, but I am still in the memory of the beach to find around -
Ten minutes in the classroom and the little sister in the playful figure in the figure there is me; in the face of sudden lightning and thunder, the sound of panic in the sound there is me; For the sudden blackout, rush to find the light in the figure of me ......
Childhood is like a car full of clothes, also full of fruit, also full of many childhood things, childhood things too much too much, if they are a string of wind chimes, then the wind will blow, they will make a gust of sound! ...... Listen! Here they come:
That year I was six years old, there is a pot of flowers at home, I often stand on a small bench, looking at it for a long time, but I found that this pot of flowers is a little bit of beauty: there is no fragrance. I felt very sorry for it. If I could make this flower have a fragrance it would be so nice! My mind was racing and I had an idea.
One day I took advantage of my parents are not at home, I came to the bathroom, the perfume, came to the flower pot, and unscrewed the cap, and hastened to the petals of the flower a little bit, and to the roots to some, want to let the fragrance from the branches to the stamens, a moment, the house is full of fragrance.
Mom came back, smelled the fragrance, asked me what was going on. I then told my mom what I had done. He listened to it and sighed with tears and laughter, "Ugh! You little fool, the flowers will die if you do that." At first, I half-believed my mom's words, and the next day the flowers began to wither, and in a few days they withered.
"Hahaha ......" After listening to the story of my childhood, you will not be able to help but laugh. See, how childish and ignorant the mind is when you are young!
I miss childhood, I stay in childhood, childhood ignorance and dreams are with the boat of time, quietly drifting, quietly sailing, with the passage of time, away from me ......
to childhood as the topic of essay 7The stories of childhood are as many as the stars in the sky. Today, I will pick the biggest and brightest star to introduce to you!
I remember once, I was home alone, mom and dad went to work, they locked the security door. A while later, the neighbor's young lady came to play with me, but the security door was locked. So she reamed a hole in the door with scissors and stuffed me with peanuts from the outside. To thank her, I gave her my favorite chocolate candies as well. Mom came back and saw this little hole, felt very strange, asked me to know what is going on.
When I was young, I was very timid. Once, I was in kindergarten, we ate dinner, I ate a bowl did not eat enough, so they wanted to go to the teacher and then a bowl, but unfortunately no more. The teacher told me to go and get some food, but I didn't even know where the kitchen was, so how could I get some food? I don't dare to ask the teacher where the kitchen is, so I had to carry the bucket out.
I was in a hurry, suddenly, I saw a teacher came out of a room, holding a pot of rice. Ah, this must be the kitchen! So I carried the bucket and walked in. Water was boiling and steaming in a pot. Next to it was a large iron bucket as tall as the roof of the house, with a fire underneath. This is probably the cooking pot, a kindergarten so many children, must be able to eat so much, need to serve the food put a ladder to climb up on it. I thought about how smart I was to come up with such a conclusion while putting down the bucket.
But strangely, the teacher did not "climb" up the ladder to serve the food, but instead scooped a ladle of water from the pot and poured it into a bucket, and handed the bucket to me. I don't care so much, carrying the bucket back to the classroom. When the teacher saw the "rice" in my bucket, she stared at me in disbelief. It was really strange that no one ate my rice that day, and to be honest, I didn't want to eat it either. I didn't realize until now that I was in the water closet that day.
To think of it now, I still feel ridiculous! I did so many stupid things at that time, and I didn't know anything about it.
Childhood as the topic of essay 8
Childhood, a familiar and unfamiliar word. It has been away from me more and more with the passage of time, and the youth has ruthlessly replaced it forever and ever ......
Looking back at my own childhood, I "despised" my sister's childhood, which was so humble and inconspicuous!
I suddenly felt that I was very careful, my sister rode her own bike and others "show off", I? I can only watch from the side, the bystander is the most appropriate name, the heart is very bad taste, but there is no way, this is the fact, the reality.
Vacation ah, into the adolescent me, just bored to stay at home to watch TV, online games. There is nothing else! I was so jealous of my sister's childhood!
But since the 13th, I have changed.
On the 13th, it was my birthday, and my mom forgot, but I didn't mention it, not even a little bit, and I don't know why I did that. 14th, at noon, my mom suddenly asked, "What's the date today?" I deliberately pretended not to know as I walked over to the calendar to look at it, and then said, "Oh, it's the 14th, what's wrong?" Mom laughed and said, "Sister, it was your birthday yesterday!?" My sister gloated and cheered. At that moment, my heart involuntarily seized pain, but I still smiled and said, "Yes?" A fall without end ......
I dare not face away, because this is the first time in 13 years, I did not have a birthday, I'm afraid I will be tearful cursing all the time I sat in a chair, laughing, "are grown up, do you think you are still in childhood?" Tears in my eyes, blurring my vision. I looked up and vaguely saw a photo of a little girl innocently making a wish in front of a cake, tears streaming out of my eyes, and I could see that the girl was the 8-year-old me.
I began to understand that in fact, although childhood has passed, but can look at their own childhood, see others over the childhood memories of their own childhood!
There are many bright stars in everyone's memory. Each one has its own unique meaning, and each one gives us different memories, of which the biggest and brightest one is our childhood.
Childhood days are like picking up shells, from time to time will pick up some beautiful, become their eternal memory. And those ordinary will gradually be discarded, gradually dusty in the memory.
Childhood we are innocent and lively, with their own unique experience and feelings. Childhood is really beautiful, carefree, childhood sky is always blue, pure blue, even if occasionally there will be a wisp of fine rain, but soon it will be over, the most childhood is our silver bells like laughter, childhood smile is the most innocent and bright, without a trace of false.
The world of childhood seems to be in the spring rain, the spring rain is as soft as silk, floating in the face of the cool and refreshing to give a sense of freshness and refreshment. Childhood memories, the misty rain so that all the scenery is hidden, if the illusion of real, green willow trees with the breeze swaying in the rain. All of this gives a light beauty, this time quietly holding a sky blue umbrella strolling in the spring rain of childhood, become a brightest landscape. Oh! Childhood turned out to be a gorgeous landscape painting, I'm afraid that no national painter can wield such a flowing ink.
We are always just a passer-by in life, time is passing, the years are changing, we are growing up, no one can resist, we have to leave their childhood, but it is important to save the beautiful memories, to create a more brilliant future.
Take childhood as the topic of essay 10I am a grain of dust in the desert; I am an inconspicuous star in the sky; I am also a child in the eyes of adults, and an adult in the eyes of children. I, am the little me.
I was born lively, cheerful, active and timid, so my mother always said that I was like a small airplane, always growing. I remember in a summer, mom and dad are not at home, home only my brother and I have nothing to do. So, the two of us ran outside, squatting on the ground to play with the mud, I first pinched a fat head of the piggy bank, just to pinch the next when my mother came back to see me and my brother playing with the mud again. Inexorably shook his head and said to me, "You ah, not at all the appearance of being a sister ah!"
My courage is also very small, whenever I see the caterpillars on the tree, have to "away from the insect three feet away", for this reason, the bad eye of my brother is always in my unconscious time "whoosh" to change a worm to make me all day are in a trance.
I am good at observing, once in order to see the birth of a chicken squatting for more than an hour, is my deep impression is that year, I was less than nine years old, when I heard my mother said my hen to hatch chickens, I can not help but be happy, with the rapid speed of rushing to the chicken nest, staring at the eggs without moving. Finally, the chicks were about to come out of their shells, and I was so happy. At that time, the hen hid and slept because she was too tired to incubate the eggs these days. I saw those chicks too hard, so I intended to do a good deed to help the chicks out of their shells, I peeled the shells of a few chicks, the hen woke up, saw that I was "hurting" its children, and rushed over to peck at me, and I was scared away by it. A few days later, those I shelled the chickens for the chicken family heroically sacrificed I was sad, thought, good people instead of doing bad things.
Now recall these things, can not help but a little ridiculous. I think I really grew up. From today onwards, no, from now on, I want to cherish the time, steer a good boat belonging to their own, to break into a world of their own. Because "the sea is wide by the fish leap, the sky is high let the birds fly"!
My childhood was very happy and full of laughter.
There is one thing that still impresses me. I remember when I was a child, my mother said to me that writing letters can convey your inner words to your relatives far away. That's why I've always had a great curiosity about letters.
One day, my mom wrote a letter to my father, who was working far away, and I was clamoring to send it before she finished writing. Mom said: I know you are curious, mom promised you this time! I was so happy to hear this sentence, because I was also finally able to send a letter.
On Sunday, my mom said that she would take me to send a letter, and I was so happy to hear that.
Mom first went to the street to buy a stamp, posted in the envelope above, just at this time mom an acquaintance came, mom said to me: you go to the front of the letter into that green mailbox, I and Auntie Zhang to talk for a while. I know. I said excitedly.
Huh! Why are there two green boxes here? This is another I am very puzzled, and then I have a headache when a big brother came he threw a piece of paper into the right box, I thought it must be the mailbox. So I threw the letter into the box.
After a while, I came to my mother here, I told my mother the whole story of the whole thing a clear, I wanted to get a mother's praise, who only mom froze for a moment and suddenly she panicked, and immediately said: Oh no, you must have thrown the letter into the garbage can, not only let me surprised, even Auntie Zhang was also surprised, my mother quickly took me over, Auntie Zhang also followed, mom and Auntie Zhang both threw the letter into the trash. The two of them pulled out the letter for half a day, and finally pulled it out.
Afterwards, my mom and aunt Zhang were all laughing and crying, but I wasn't very happy because I felt that I had done something wrong, but my mom said, "You're still young, you don't understand, and I don't blame you for this.
Listening to my mom's words, I also laughed!
This is a very good memory of my childhood!
My childhood is full of interesting things, every piece is full of joy, let me tell the interesting things of my childhood, we can sit down, don't be so happy to fall on the head.
My childhood is almost spent in my grandmother's house, my grandmother's house has a lot of chickens, these chickens can lay an egg every day, every day my grandmother has to fry eggs to me to eat. The eggs were so fragrant and delicious. I thought to myself, "The egg is so delicious, how did the hen lay it? I went to the chicken nest with curiosity and saw a hen laying eggs, so I squatted down to observe. When the hen saw me, she stood up, and after a while, she squatted down again, and an egg fell down behind her butt. I hold the egg with both hands, it is hot, it can not put down, the hen saw me take its treasure, anxious, with sharp beak pecked my hand, my hand a loose, the egg fell into the nest. The hen stared at me with a long sigh of relief, and then she sang "cluck da, cluck da" and left, as if she was showing off to everyone: "Look, look, I laid an egg, I laid a big egg, look how great I am! Look how great I am!" Looking at it that smug look I thought: you this stinking chicken, see I do not roast you!
The next day, the chicken came to lay eggs again, and it was time for me to take revenge. Around to the chicken behind the ground, I used the wood towards the chicken butt forcefully a pump, the chicken flew up to the sky, in mid-air cast a "fried egg", this "fried egg" is just right in my head, at once, the egg white and yolk from my head down, face sticky, I was very angry, the chicken saw that the egg white and yolk from my head, face sticky, I was very angry, the chicken saw that the egg white and yolk from my head, face sticky, I was very angry, the chicken saw that the chicken saw that the egg white and yolk from my head, face sticky. I was very angry, the chicken saw the situation is not good, it flew away ......
The childhood of the interesting things like the beach shells as much as countless, you casually pick up a open it, will lead to a string of innocent, ridiculous story.
Take childhood as the topic of essay 13"In the banyan tree by the pond, I heard the sound of summer ......" The familiar song came from the window, like a string of silver bells, reminding me of my childhood.
After school, I remember it was seven years old, I came home and quickly finished, sitting on the couch, expecting her mother to quickly return. Unconsciously, my eyes fell on the nearby door cabinet, which everyone knew we had in the house - my mother's high heels. All full-on heels that my mom usually won't let me move, today well, that might be a necessary violation. I leapt off the couch, through the pair of cabinets, looked at the clock step by careful step, my mother came back from there in an hour or so! I open the door to the various colors and assorted heels that greet me as I tsk-tsk, but which pair wears well? These were my mother's favorite heels! Thinking about it, I finally pull out a pair of white heels, take off my own shoes, and put on the heels with a smile on my face. Take a step, ugh! Almost fell! Why do mothers often go so smoothly? I go the idea. After going, I had an idea, crooked run to the restroom. Her mother's lipstick, open, twisted to the longest time, look in the mirror, lips around the hard wipe, wipe wipe, suddenly "click" sound, how? Look down, only to see a large part of the small lipstick, and I rushed to dump lipstick, wipe handkerchief your mouth, do not want to not only indelible, but burst out a big flower face, I rushed to wash my face, the result of accidentally tripped and fell, with broken high heels. It happened when my mom came back to see me embarrassed in such a process, angry and distressed, very distressed about her shoes. As you can imagine, I ate "bamboo shoots fried with pork".
In the evening, when my mom went into the toilet, there was a quick shout: "My lipstick ah! I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. And I, long ago, hid in the room.
It's been four years, but it's still fun to think about.
Childhood is like a beautiful rainbow, drawing a colorful arc on the white paper.
My childhood is happy, flowers, accompanied by a river.
Most of my childhood was spent in the backyard of my grandmother's home a lot of vegetables, my backyard a family filled with land, covered in many types of beautiful flowers, which is my favorite it is the most inconspicuous canola. It is always dressed in bright green and yellow "dress" clothes although simple, but its heart is exceptionally beautiful! It is not like roses, peonies bright, she is just a small, inconspicuous rape flowers, quietly standing in the field, no one saw her, to her but no one asked. Her clothes are very simple, but she exudes the kind of fragrance, I am very intoxicated, with fresh gas, her smell surge, will be vibrant, I feel especially good.
Grandma's vegetable garden, but also my heart "heaven", there, in addition to rape flowers, there are many landscapes. Behind the garden is a clear brook, back to a few undulating towering hills, green and bright. In that creek I carry a lot of happiness, because, when I am happy, I like to fold my little boat and let it float and hover on the water. In this creek, there are occasionally a few small fish and crabs playing at the bottom of the river, and seeing the small fish and crabs playing will put me in a particularly good mood.
In my childhood there were countless stars, those stars, very cute winking at me. Night falls, black shrouds the earth, the moon rises, the stars come out alive, I also moved to the cane chair, sat on the balcony, drank a cup, looking at the stars. One, two, three. The stars are always countless, in the blink of an eye, all the stars have changed seats, do not let me "name", I am always dissatisfied with the pouting: "hmm! I always pouted in dissatisfaction, "Hmmm! In my sleep, there are stars and the moon shining.
The stars, the moon, the rape flowers, the stream. All this I will never forget. The moon, short and round, round and short, made me realize I was growing up! Despite the moon, the stars, the rape flowers and the streams, my childhood has passed away.
Essay 15 on the topic of childhoodChildhood, a small boat, is full of joy.
When I read the second grade, many tests are not good, I suspect you silly. I heard that the fish in the creek is very tasty, and, in addition, allows the magnetic head to eat smart. As the saying goes: individuals know the river, was personally taste the depth of sweet and sour pears. I decided to personally taste the flavor of the fish in the creek.
Not for nothing, I had a good discussion and Xu Rong Dragon Boat Festival went home with me to catch fish in the creek. Dragon Boat Festival is here, we went home together to catch fish. He was in the water in the creek before Grandma free hit the liner "clatter" flow, small fish.
Xu Rong and I caught a fat little fish, we both decided to catch. This small fish is not very good to catch, it swims forward, Xu Rong rushed to chase it, Xu Rong reached out and grabbed this small fish, this small fish in Xu Rong's hand struggled, finally, she broke free. It fell into the water with a snap. Mud splashed onto both of us, making us look like little mud monkeys. Hmm! I can't believe I couldn't catch you! We rushed after the little fish, and the little fish rushed up, swimming, swimming, and suddenly stopped swimming. Oh, he must have gotten discouraged because he couldn't escape us! We moved forward unhurriedly, but just as we reached for it, it slipped away again. Even you little fish dare to make fun of me, huh! I was furious. At this point, Xu Rong came up with an ingenious plan, he was right in front of the blocker, I was in the rear guard, the little fish was cornered and had to surrender.
Seeing that the little fish is meek, they danced happily. "Snap", this is a slip of the foot, fell down on the edge of the creek.
"Hahaha" "Flower Flower Flower" the creek played a song of joy.
The boat childhood is also loaded with more songs and laughter miles!