Everyone must have had memories, memories are a kind of treasure for us, and having memories is like having inspiration for life. And whenever the sun sets, the deep orange color will always be like a piece of crystal, illuminating my heart; will always be like a tangy orange, sour, sweet, full of the heart is overflowing with the warmth of happiness - this, is my memories.
"Come on, come on!" In the wintry autumn wind, my classmates waved their arms, leaned in, and broke their voices to cheer for me. This stems from the sports meeting that shook me for a long time.
That sports meeting, I was in fifth grade, in the classmates inspired, I unprecedentedly reported 800 meters. Accompanied by spinning autumn leaves, my thin body like autumn leaves appeared on the runway.
The fall wind sent the shouts of the students to the apprehensive me, standing on the runway, my heart seems to have relied on. That reliance is very light, but let my heart down to earth a lot. Unintentionally, my face showed a subdued smile, my classmates shouted louder ......
"Bang!" Firing qiāng relentlessly roared, breaking the silence of that moment in the fall, the world in front of me spun rapidly, only the gentle and shocking sound in my ears echoed for a long time. I labored, I wanted to give up, but every cry of the heart, gave me courage to hover in this race of strength and courage, the finish line is becoming clearer and clearer in my hope ......
"Broken record!" The bright red finish line broke into my sight, the audience instantly boiled, the radio boiled, the students all embraced together, sweat and tears melted together, I violently felt - the original friendship is so sweet, in front of the courageous choice, I felt the shocking warmth and strength. And the creator of all this is friendship, touching friendship!
Suddenly stop the memories, sweet taste but never changed, the west slant of the sun has reflected the sky red, my heart seems to instantly ripples - life has rendered a layer of color for the memories, my memories are sweeter ......
Sweet Memories 2Time flows away, but what remains, is memory.
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Once there was such a memory, as long as you understand with your heart, you can experience the warmth.
There was once a girl who, for the sake of one person, kept trying to fight, and did everything with perseverance.
That person, is the most admired person in her heart, the most favorite person, is also the most loved person. That girl admired her level, like her tenderness, love her, because she is an elder, but also a teacher ......
That girl, because too much admiration for her, so, every day, study hard, hard work ...... that time the girl. Did not know what position she was in the heart of the person she admired and liked, but she knew that she worked so hard to do all the things, the girl must be recognized and liked by her.
Once in her classroom every day, she never wandered off and was always so serious.
The girl goes to her every day, and sometimes, the girl just to hear her voice ...... can imagine how much the girl likes her!
I don't know if she likes the girl, as soon as she sees the girl, also very gentle to her, and some times will also joke with the girl. The girl would be crazy happy.
I remember one time, she talked to the girl, even though the girl was very nervous in her heart, but she liked it, because she felt that it was the happiest to be with someone she admired, and she would cherish it.
She had said that if the person she admired would notice her a little bit, she would be in a happy mood for the whole day ...... because, her mood was completely controlled by the person she admired, and without her, the girl would be sad to death ......
< p> But, things are not as imagined ......Because, over time, the girl has changed, not to the previous so simple and lovely, however, time again, this memory can never be forgotten ...... When the girl again When the girl thinks of this one thing, the corner of her mouth will always be slightly upward ...... slowly immersed in this sweet memories ......
Sweet memories 3In my childhood, there is a silly thing, so that I still unforgettable.
It was in the second grade, the hot summer vacation, my parents and I went to visit my grandma and grandpa, coincidentally, my little cousin Jiarui was there, he saw me, happy to say: brother, let's play hide-and-seek Sister proposed: That's fine I agreed to it, not a moment later, the adults went out to do business, the family left me and Jiarui two people,
We are playing happily, a few mosquitoes around the two of us, and the two of us were in the same place. Mosquitoes around the two of us, not long ago, my sister's legs, arms, are a big red bag, itching her straight screaming, I was mosquitoes on the body of a few big bags, how to do it, eh, my little cousin Jiarui suddenly remembered a good idea, whenever adults get drunk, lying on the bed to sleep, if we drank, mosquitoes a bite, they are not drunk.
In this way, we can both play and can not be mosquito bites, it is really the best of both worlds, think of this, my sister Jiarui quickly walked to the kitchen, open the cabinet, saw a bottle of wine, they carefully take out, unscrew the lid, GuDong GuDong to drink a few mouthfuls of, well! The taste is really good, my sister handed me the wine, I also drank a few mouthfuls, we began to play, play, play, my sister said to me: brother, my face is hot, want to go to sleep, well, I help you to sleep just to go to bed, my sister went to sleep, I also feel the face of the hot, walk to the road to float around, as if the clouds driving fog like ', the eyes can not be opened, unconsciously, lying in the sofa fell asleep.
After a while, grandma. Grandma and Grandpa came back, saw the two of us sleep so well, did not call us, and so I woke up with a start, told my grandma that we do all the things, grandma laughed and said: "You two silly children, how can you use wine to get drunk mosquitoes, mosquitoes did not get drunk, but instead, you two brats to the drunkenness, it's really two big fools, look at the silly things you do
This silly thing, I still think of, I think it is very laughable, at that time, I do not know how Jia Rui came up with this childish idea, and I do not know what to do, but it's not the same.
This silly thing still makes me feel funny when I think about it.
Sweet memories4Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you is buried in doing homework, I suddenly heard a burst of melodious and clear singing next door, imagining their lively and happy birthday picture, the heart can not help but relax a lot, in their songs in front of my eyes and the day
Every year on that day, I will get up early wake up, can not resist the excitement and excitement, and I will not be able to get up. I can't help but be excited and put on my new clothes at the speed of fire. But I didn't realize that my grandparents were even earlier than I was, and I saw them busy in the kitchen.
I tiptoed behind them, gently patted them on the back, who knew that the grandmother did not even raise his head to know that I was this clever, smiling, said: Happy Birthday granddaughter! I received the blessing, also jokingly said: the same happy with the same happy!
After breakfast, Grandpa went to our garden to pick fresh vegetables; Grandma cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen; Mom cleaned up in the dining room; Dad panned the vegetables. One by one, they were orderly and busy and happy.
Time went by unhurriedly in the evening, and the moon slowly crept over the treetops. I wandered around the kitchen like an inspector. Mom fried out a plate of hot dishes, grandma mixed out a dish of cold dishes, I have to taste a few mouthfuls first, slowly enjoy, than try to eat the staff treatment!
Dad came back from picking up the cake from the store, and the two cooks' dishes were ready. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so happy! Smell the aroma of my mouth watering, can finally eat a lot! First eat the cake, I opened the box, the tantalizing aroma of cream came, refreshing. I was y intoxicated until my father inserted the candles and asked me to make a wish, then I came back to my senses. After making a wish in silence, I put on my birthday hat and watched the family sing the "Birthday Song" for me, and my heart was very satisfied I gently blew out the candles
Cutting the cake! Thoughts were suddenly dragged back, listening to the laughter of the family next door, I can not help but smile, looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, my heart a warm current surging through.
Sweet memories5Childhood time, like a boat gradually sailed away, but left a lot of sweet memories.
At that time, one summer vacation, my father decided to take me, followed by his colleagues to the town of Wuyun camping. There was a river there, and we could camp by the river. The opposite side of the river is the Russian border, every morning there will be Russians to the river to fish, hear these, I was excited, heart full of anticipation.
Come to the river in Wuyun Township, I saw the surrounding green mountains rolling, under the mountains of blue grass, flowers in full bloom, the river water is crystal clear like a mirror, will be the shore of the scenery are reflected. To camping, the first thing to send to solve is the tent. Speaking of pitching a tent, I was the first time to try, can not help but be a little nervous, this time the father seems to see my mind, said to me: "It's okay, you don't have to worry, I'll teach you." After that, he taught me by hand. The humble tent is finally set up, I looked at their own hands set up a good tent, the heart feel immensely proud.
Nightfall, a bend of the crescent moon leaning in the treetops, the quiet sky stars, I and my father and aunts and uncles came to a corn field, picked some golden corn, put on the grill baked, soon sweet corn out, I picked up a corn bite, wow, so sweet ah, a sweet flavor in my mouth diffuse. The night is deeper, Dad turned on the music, aunts with beautiful music dancing, I also into it, happy dance.
The next morning, a ray of sunlight shone into my tent, waking me up as I was sleeping, and the morning air was extraordinarily fresh, with some grassy flavors. I suddenly thought that my father said that there would be Russians to fish in the morning, so I immediately got up and pulled open the tent and ran to the river. Sure enough, there was a Russian on the river who was casting a net on a boat to catch fish. Early morning sunshine sprinkled on the surface of the river, the formation of scaly waves, like a jumping diamond. The river gulls' happy song came from the ear, it was really beautiful.
That pleasant experience is dusty in the album of memory. The beautiful riverside scenery, the romantic and magical night, and the morning song composed by the fishing boats and flying gulls are all so wonderful and touching. Every time I remember, my heart will be filled with the sweet flavor ......
Sweet memories 6Today, I inadvertently turned over my album, looking at the photo of me holding the award certificate happy appearance, the memory of a moment back to three years ago that the happiest day.
I remember that it was the first "June 1" Children's Day after I went to elementary school, and the school held a speech contest.
That morning just into the school door, I saw the campus full of colorful flowers, colorful balloons to decorate the stage extraordinarily beautiful, students wearing beautiful new clothes, sitting quietly in the venue, waiting for the game to begin. In the joyful singing, the game began. I sat nervously on the chair, looking at the script again and again. A short while later, I heard the host report my name, I put down the script and scrambled onto the stage. When I stood on the stage and was about to give my speech, I realized that the microphone was too high, but I still boldly stretched out my little hand and took the microphone down. Seeing so many leaders, teachers and students on the stage, I wanted to salute them first, but I didn't know which hand to use, finally, I saluted everyone with my left hand, and then I realized that I had saluted the wrong one. The people under the stage are smiling at me, my heart gradually calmed down, and then I speak up in a voice ...... After my speech, the venue resounded with applause, several teachers and students gave me a thumbs up. Near the end of the game, the host read my name again, the difference is that the back added a "first place", I held the first place award certificate happy smile. "I smiled happily as I held my first place award. With a click, my teacher left that moment in the photo forever.
Although it has been three years since this incident, but now I think back, I still seem to be immersed in the joy of that time.
Sweet memories7Memories are like a piece of candy, sweet in the mouth.
Whenever I see the upright small trees on the roadside, I can't help but think of that not-so-luxurious hut.
When I was little, I lived with my grandmother. At that time, I always felt that my grandmother's arms were the warmest, and I always asked my grandmother to help me raise flowers and plant grass. What I remember most is still the string aspen.
"Jiajing ah, grandma got a bunch of poplar, let's plant it together." Grandma said to me with a smile.
Grandma deliberately planted the tiny bunch of poplars next to the tall poplar tree, and said to me in a serious tone, "Jiajing, this bunch of poplars is like you, and that poplar tree is like me, you will grow up one day, just like the bunch of poplars will grow up, and I will grow old, just like the poplar tree."
"Then I want the string aspen to never grow up!"
"Why?"
"So that Grandma will never grow old!"
Grandma heard this, could not help but freeze, and then instead of a series of teardrops, each drop on the string aspen, each drop in the heart of the aspen tree.
But, day after day, the string of poplar grows higher and higher, soon to be higher than the poplar tree.
Finally, one day, the string of poplars is much higher than the poplar tree, and the leaves are denser than the poplar tree, and it looks like a green umbrella from afar. I cried and yelled to my grandmother to cut down the string of poplar, grandmother spread his hands, a helpless look "What can be done, the string of poplar grow so high, how to cut it?"
"No. I don't want grandma to get old! I don't want grandma to grow old!"
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Memories are like a piece of sugar that you can't swallow, and you can't spit out.
Sweet memories8My birthday is on April 21, every day, my mom and dad will make a delicious dinner for me, and sometimes I invite many of my little friends to come to the house to play and share this happiness with me. Every time I have a birthday, I think of a memory that I can't forget ......
On my eighth birthday, my dad and mom were racking their brains over my birthday gift, and one day they finally couldn't resist coming to me and asking me, "Xinxin, what kind of gift do you want for your birthday? " I wanted a more expensive toy, but I was afraid they wouldn't buy it for me, so I hesitated, but I whispered it anyway.
Early the next morning, my mom went to look at that toy, and when they came back they said to me, "Xinxin, the toy you want is too expensive and not very practical. Listen to the salesman said there is a toy cheaper than him, the function is the same." I got upset and said loudly, "No, no, I want that toy."
Before my birthday, my mom and dad told me many times to buy the cheaper and more practical one, not the flashy one, but every time I replied, "I want that toy."
On my birthday, my mom and dad bought me the toy I wanted, and I had a great time on my birthday.
That night, I just want to go to bed, I heard mom and dad in the room I do not know what to say, I went over to the bedroom door, I heard my father and mother in the discussion of this month's expenses, it turned out that because of some things in the family this month, there is no extra spending, and I have to be so expensive gifts, this month's spending is very tight. They are discussing how to save in the next few days, how to turn around ......
I can't help but weep when I hear this ......
Today is April 21, and the curtain of my memories has been opened once again, mom and dad The love given to me, like a cup of sweet milk, always warming me, always touching me, that sweet, fragrant flavor that I can never forget.
Sweet memories 9Each of us has a wonderful childhood in the wonderful childhood we will encounter happy things, I hard things, as long as the courage to face, it will be able to pass.
I remember kindergarten, when I was only five or six years old, the school organized a small drum team "interest squad, only to prepare for the kindergarten's six a small program, I was small, do not know what "tired" is, I cried and let my mother to me to sign up, my mother told me: My mom told me, "You can't say you're tired after you sign up for rehearsals!" I said confidently: "I will not."
When the kindergarten began to rehearse, I was sent to the forefront to play the drum lead. I was so happy, but I this drummer can not be good, every day to practice until ten, eleven o'clock before you can go home, every day tired and sweaty, I came home a moment to lie on the bed, to my mother accusing: "when the drummer is too difficult, every day to practice so late to go home, I should have known that I would not be inappropriate." Take my mom to help me up from the bed, put my head on his shoulder, touch my face and said: "Who let you at first made a fuss about enrollment now feel tired, all right, bite the bullet and insist on it will certainly be able to." I just nodded and did not say anything.
Sure enough, Kung Fu is not a success, and then after breaking the drum did not play a good rhythm, did not come out of a stick put in the position of the case, I constantly listen to the teacher's guidance, and the process of their own learning. Do not have a little error in the case of the mother and the teacher's approval can be.
To the day of June 1, I was in the countless pairs of eyes under the gaze of anticipation, did not happen a little error, when I successfully perform after, standing in a corner of the mother for me to give a thumbs up.
Sweet memories are actually the joys of childhood, and the results of hard work are the real good memories.
Sweet memories 10Childhood, how wonderful.
When I was little, at my grandmother's house, there were many brothers and sisters playing with me. At that time, when the bright moon appeared in the sky, our games began.
Although the moon was bright in the sky, there were always some dim places to hide. So we played hide-and-seek. Xiao Lifi sister was blindfolded, we played the flashlight tiptoe to find a place to hide. We have many hiding places: in the field, in the grass, behind the house ...... my sister took me to hide in the grass. Then we yelled, "Hide!" Looking over quietly, we saw that Xiao Lifi's sister's eyes were loosened by the person who was covering them. We held our breath and stared for fear of being discovered by her.
The grass I was hiding in was tall and dark inside. I was a little scared, not accidentally moved a little body, who knows Xiao Lifi sister quickly found me. After playing for a while, there was one brother left who was not caught. We went to look for, and did not find. At this time, only heard a voice from the neighborhood: "I'm here!" "Where?" Sister Lifi Xiao asked. "I'm here!" Following the sound, Xiao Lifi sister put the flashlight to the tree, the brother actually hid in the tree! "Haha, I won!" The brother jumped down.
We got tired and stopped playing. At this time, the adults in the yard to cool off, chatting. My sister had an idea and said, "Let's act out the cartoon ourselves!" "Yeah! Yes!" We agreed that we were going to act The Bear. After choosing our roles, we brought out the big bamboo chairs and formed a circle as a bear cave. Started acting, bald strong with a chainsaw to go outside to cut down the tree ...... until the parents shouted: "back to bed!" Only then would we run back to our respective homes with great reluctance.
Now go to Grandma's house, not as much fun as when I was a kid, my brother and sister went to junior high school, and do not come back at night. However, as long as the memory of this wonderful past, the heart is still like drinking honey, sweet.
Sweet memories 11The days when I lived in the countryside as a child, now recalled, full of sweet flavor. The air is so sweet.
Autumn is here, another harvest season, the persimmon tree behind my house is like hanging lanterns. Because it was delicious, I came home after. I racked my brain to find a way to eat a sweet persimmon. But the tree was too high, so I used a broom and still couldn't reach it. Just as I was wondering, my eyes turned toward a large tank, curiosity drove me, from home to find a small bench, carefully step on it. I do not worry, so I put my hand on the tank again to see, there are four or five persimmons, and then I put one foot into the tank, but tiptoe can not bottom, so I put the other foot on the tank, a leap - boom. I hurt my foot, but it didn't matter, I got down at last. I picked up one persimmon and then another like a ravenous, hungry wolf, itching to take them all. Unfortunately, I was too small to take much. I had to take two persimmons, I was trying to get out, I found that this tank is too high, can not get out.
Just when I was about to despair, and was about to cry, I thought: I'll amplify my voice so that others will know where I am. So I cried, yelled, screamed, and shouted, "Help! Help!" Grandma heard the sound and followed it. Looking into the tank she smiled and said, "You little glutton." I commissioned to carry out the hands still holding the two persimmons tightly. It was as if I was holding a newborn baby in my hand. I told grandma, "Take a few more and we'll eat them with grandpa and sister-in-law." I took two steps and ran to wash the persimmons, I washed left and right, the persimmons like a naughty little child. Everywhere "running around", naughty, looking at a persimmon, suddenly can not bear to eat, and very much want to eat. So I slowly peeled the beginning of the skin, bite a mouthful of sweet flesh, taste gorgeous, heart also gorgeous. Who called this persimmon is my hard work to get back it.
The persimmon tree is a medical tree with sweet fruit. That one fruit can not only eat, but also save, my happy memories.
Sweet memories 12Time flies, unknowingly we have stepped into the junior high school, is about to embark on the journey to high school. This way to thorns and thistles, so that the pressure doubled, leisure time unintentionally touched the gears of time, memories of dense open.
Thinking back to the past, still remain in the heart of the sweet past. Now remember the bits and pieces of elementary school, that thing can not help but make me lose my smile.
"Ding bell ......" English teacher stepped into the bell. It was a male teacher, not too tall or too short, with a sharp short haircut. The bridge of the nose on a pair of black glasses, the face always hangs a smile, every time the arm clamped the book, he walked into the class quickly, amiable, let a person like a spring breeze. This is my impression of him at that time.
This time the English teacher came to put the listening test. While listening, a golden leaf suddenly floated through the window and broke into my sight. It was slowly drifting down from above, and my attention was successfully attracted away by it, and I got lost in thought. The listening had stopped, the English teacher looked around the room, Xu saw that I was dazed and ordered me, I hadn't come back to my senses. The English teacher amplified his voice and called again, I didn't need to think, I immediately stood up. I didn't have to think, so I stood up immediately. I was not careful, and even the stool was brought up, and the stool fell down with a loud bang. I hurriedly held it up, and then quickly lowered my head, not daring to meet the teacher at eye level. The teacher asked what to choose, I was anxious, saw the table wrote a D on the table, and then quickly said no matter what.
All of a sudden the students laughed. The same table laughed uproariously, said, "Where ...... there ......D option ah!" I immediately lowered my head, face red. Teacher stifled laughter and said, "Sit down, to listen to the lesson."
Listening began again. This time I rushed to raise my hand just as the teacher stopped, wanting to get back the game for myself. I waved my arms, afraid that the teacher would not point me. I finally stood up, but also rushed to say the answer, but I did not expect a nervous and said D. At that moment, the sound of laughter in the classroom resounded again, see this, I hurriedly said: "bah bah bah ...... choose C". The classroom swept up a laughter again.
The past is like the wind, everything is instantaneous, everything will pass, and what is left behind is the happy memories.
Sweet memories 13Life is like a dish, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty everything, otherwise it will be like a pot of water. My life is no exception, and I am most impressed by the "sweetness" of it all.
The teacher's encouragement is sweet. I remember when I was in first grade, I spent 10 minutes memorizing the poem "Jiangnan", but when I memorized it for the teacher, I was nervous, so I stammered and stuttered, and when I was done, my face turned red, and my heart felt uneasy, and my hands pinched out sweat. ...... At this time, the teacher kindly said: memorization is good, next time continue to work hard! A simple words of encouragement, so that all my concerns are, in the heart, secretly determined, next time must not let the teacher disappointed.
Although it is sweet to be encouraged, it is sweeter to help your classmates. I remember one day, the morning is still sunny, but in the afternoon on the thunder, downpour, fortunately, my desk has an umbrella, I secretly thank you, the heart of the sigh of relief. After school, the rain is still falling, the trees outside the window and the rain together with the symphony, just as I took the umbrella was about to go when I saw no desk looking out the window to look around, the legs keep shaking, a face of anxiety, I understand what he was worried about, so I patted his shoulder, the umbrella handed to him and said: "Come on, the two of us together to play with the out of it. " He was moved to hold my hand and nodded. We walked together to the halfway point, his father rushed over in a hurry, thanked me repeatedly, but also stuffed me with a sugar, I ate the sugar, walking on the bright road, the heart replaced by a sweet stream of warmth.
In life, a simple word of encouragement, a small gesture of help, can make me realize the "sweet". I hope that everyone in the study and life more tolerance, more encouragement, more love, so that our life will have more "sweet".
Sweet memories 14"Baby, get up!" A gentle word passed through my hazy sleep. It was an ordinary morning, my mom got up early to cook for me, she tiptoed along the closet and gently closed the door again. After a while, I opened my eyes, dressed to go out, through the kitchen open a doorway, looking in, saw my mother grabbed the handle of the pot, with a spatula kept frying, and from time to time also look at the other pot of rice is hot or not, mom's hand a moment to touch the pot, a moment and then touched his ears, his mouth from time to time issued a "hiss" sound. "I'm not sure if you're a good person or a good person. The tip of my nose is a little sour taste.
After washing up, I walked out, sat at the table, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the fragrant dishes, wolfed down and ate, ate the meal made by mom. But then look at mom, she has long been leaning on the sofa asleep, yes, every day mom always wait for me to go to bed and then go to prepare for the class, I don't know when she goes to bed, it must be very late very late. I don't know when she goes to bed, it must be very, very late. When I think of this, tears are rolling in my eyes unconsciously.
I went back to my room to get a quilt for my mom, covered her, and picked up the phone next to her to look at the time, and there was a 7:30 alarm clock on it. My heart sank, I could not look at my mother such hard labor, so I picked up the phone to take the alarm clock, ready to go downstairs by myself to take the car to school. But just then, mom woke up rubbing her sleepy eyes. Mom was startled and said, "What time is it? Not late, are you?" I said, "No, it's still early." Mom looked at the quilt covering her body and had a happy smile on her face. She then gave me a deep kiss on the cheek and said to me gently, "Let's go, I'll send you to school!"
That smile of my mother's is something I will never forget. Mother's love is like this, she is a ray of sunshine, so that your heart even in the cold winter, can feel warm as spring. Mom, I love you!
Sweet memories 15Memories have many stories, remember that one evening ...... that is still the story when I was in kindergarten. One evening in summer, my grandfather was pulling weeds in the vegetable garden, and I was playing next to him. Suddenly, Grandpa called me and said, "Look at the growing watermelon seedlings." I went over to take a look and asked curiously, "Where did the watermelon seedlings come from? Grandpa said, "It's the seeds you usually spit out when you eat watermelon!" "Oh?" I seem to understand nodded, grandpa said mysteriously: "is a seed will germinate, if the watermelon seeds into the stomach, by then your stomach will also grow a big watermelon." Oh! I must eat watermelon carefully from now on, I thought to myself. In the evening, Dad cut open a big watermelon. I was about to take a big bite when I suddenly remembered what I had said to my grandpa during the day, so I carefully spit out the seeds. I didn't realize that at that moment my dad asked me, "Is the watermelon good?" I quickly said, "Yummy, yummy ......" Before I finished my sentence, a melon seed took the opportunity to slide into my stomach. Ah, no good! I ate a melon seed! What should I do? Cough loudly, want to cough out the melon seeds, but cough for a long time did not spit out. At night I lay in bed and thought: if I am thirsty for water is not the same as watering the watermelon seeds in my stomach? Wouldn't eating be the same as fertilizing it? Ah, it's horrible! When I got up in the morning, my mom told me to drink milk, but I didn't drink it because I was afraid it would grow in my stomach. I didn't eat for lunch either. In the evening, I couldn't help it, so I drank a little water and a few mouthfuls of rice.
This starved me and scared my mom into thinking I was sick. At night, I slept in bed, suddenly heard the stomach "grumble" a sound, I thought the watermelon seeds in the germination, "wow" a cry. My mom rushed over and asked me, "What's wrong?" As I cried, I told my mom what happened. My mom rubbed my stomach and said, "Silly baby, grandpa is joking with you, the watermelon seeds would have let you poop out long ago." Look at Grandpa again, he was laughing and bending his back. Our family all laughed out loud ...... This is my silly and sweet memories.