My childhood was colorful, and many interesting things happened in my childhood, such as the stars in the sky. The brightest and brightest one is that one.
One Sunday noon, my mother was sleeping soundly. I was only four years old then. I have no fun. I wandered around the room and somehow came to the mirror. Ah! Why is there a "person" who looks like me walking in front? It's okay if I don't touch it. I was shocked when I touched it. That "man" is actually flat, and he still holds out his hand as if to touch me. I quickly backed off. Ok, how dare you imitate me and see how I deal with you. I slapped, the "person" slapped, I slapped, and the "person" slapped. Oh, it hurts. I feel horrible. I am flat and can move. You can learn from me and hit people. It is broken. It must be a monster. I quickly ran to my mother's bed, grabbed her hand and shouted, "Mom, there is a strange thing over there. He hit me." My mother magically asked me what it was, but I kept pulling my mother in front of the mirror. Strange, there is another monster. I quickly hid behind my mother and couldn't help shivering. Mom looked at it and smiled. I asked, "Mom, what are you laughing at?" Aren't you afraid? "My mother turned to me and said," This is a mirror, not a monster at all. Look at that. "I saw my mother swaying from side to side, and the people in the mirror also swayed from side to side. After my mother told me, I realized that the mirror can "print" people, and people can see their own shadows in the mirror. No wonder it can do what I do!
Now whenever I think about it, I still laugh out loud!
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What is childhood? It is a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a companion's mystery. ...................... In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I vividly recall the interesting stories of my childhood, my face always glows with ruddy luster. After all, the past is like the murmur of running water in my heart. Once the generation is so eloquent. .....
When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Grandma lives in the country, so many people ride horses from this village to that village. I am envious and want to try riding, but Matthew is too tall for me to ride. I was just about to get on the bus when I saw my grandmother feeding the pigs. I thought pigs were small and easy to eat. As soon as I saw grandma feeding pigs, I went to the pigsty. The pig ran into grandma's garden. The cucumbers and persimmons in it were trampled by pigs. I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree. This time, grandma caught the pig. After she drove the pig into the nest, she said I was too naughty to even ride the pig.
Another time was when I was seven years old. I just learned to ride a bike. I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode bicycles to the square to play, where there was a lot of space. I got there by bike, riding faster and faster, and suddenly I saw an adult riding a bike in front of me. I couldn't stop because I rode too fast. I was about to hit it when my mother called me. I thought to myself, "I'll get hurt if I hit it, and I'm not good at riding." What if I tumble? " I don't know what to do. Then I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay to jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I wasn't hurt, but my car was hit by that man.
Whenever I recall these things, I always giggle, so sweet and so brilliant. It seems that all fascinating memories are vividly reproduced. I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons of youth ... I think childhood is a tree without rings, which will never grow old and will never disappear. ......
3. Interesting childhood stories
When I was a child, I was very naughty. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.
I remember one time I went home and saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly came to my little head, that is, drawing "Facebook", not on paper, but on my father's face. I first found out the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully drew a big "king" on my father's forehead, and then I used khaki. This is a majestic tiger. After painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and felt sorry for my father's face being painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this. Just as I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him blankly. I burst out laughing. Father looked at me inexplicably. Seeing the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looking at my malicious smile, my father rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found his face painted by me, he ran away without watercolor paint on his face. But I still remember.
Look! How naughty I was when I was a child! It's interesting to think of it until now!
4. Interesting childhood stories
Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; Childhood stories piled up like mountains. "Does this song remind you of your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as brilliant as the stars. My childhood was wonderful and there were many things worth remembering. ...
As long as I can remember, my sister's class has kept two chickens. I go to see chickens as soon as I have time. I don't know how long it took. After a long time, the hen laid eggs, and the chicks will hatch in the eggs. 2 1 days later, I heard a cock crow. Seeing this, I heard voices. I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home. The opportunity has finally come. ...
That day, the hen went to find food for the chicken. The naughty cock was not at home and ran out to play. Take advantage of aunt's inattention, pick up an egg, hold it in your hand and gently touch it. She said solemnly, "Don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to the world soon." After that, I never hesitated. I peeled an egg, and a chicken with no eyes was born before the heat disappeared. It looked at me and cried twice, as if to say, "Thank you for letting me come to this world as soon as possible." I was so happy that I peeled the second one, too When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw me bullying the little snake, she bit me, and suddenly her blood flowed. I went to my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything about me, but said sadly, "Little fool, the chicken won't be born until a certain time!" " If you send them like this, you will die. "Hearing this, I hurried to see the chicken. Sure enough, all the chickens I "delivered" were dying, and all those who didn't "delivered" survived. I regretted it, but it was too late. ...
Although it has been a long time, although I was still young and ignorant there, it has been urging me to forge ahead, never back down.
5. Interesting childhood stories
Tell me funny things, there are almost as many stars in the sky, with joy and sorrow, laughter and tears. Let's listen to my laughter.
That day, I went to celebrate my friend's birthday. Just after my birthday, my friend called us together and announced, "In order to make my birthday happy and all my friends have fun, let's play hide-and-seek to add some birthday atmosphere." "Oh yeah" I danced with joy.
The game started, and I couldn't find a safe place to hide. I just heard my friends counting: "9 1 92." I was about to count to one hundred, so I panicked and hid under the bed. The creaking door opened and walked in front of me. My heart tightened and my feet left. After a long time, I heard footsteps leaving. In order to detect whether the wall has ears, I leaned out carefully and looked around. At this moment, I saw a big wardrobe. I slowly moved out, crept in and closed the door. A minute later, the door creaked again and the wardrobe door opened. Sweat ran down my cheeks. The friend smiled and said, "Xu Lei, your big feet betrayed you." I panicked, but I stood still. The friend said slowly, "well, won't you come out?" I want to make a big move. Look at my invincible foot scratching. " As he spoke, he scratched his feet. I can't bear it any longer. I laughed and rolled out of the closet. "Wow, ha ha, I give up. Give me a break. " I said as I rolled on the ground.
Dude, that's great. There is only one person left, and I still don't show up. I was so tired that I only heard a "ah". I was kicked out of bed again and the quilt was lifted. One of them jumped out and shouted angrily, "Which bastard crushed my foot." We looked at him in surprise, and he realized in panic, stuck out his tongue and said shyly, "Ah, it's been discovered."
"Ha-ha" this laughter travels far and far. ...
6. Interesting childhood stories
There are many interesting things in childhood, but one thing will never be washed away in my mind-planting snow.
It was a snowy day, and I looked out the window at the silvery white world, filled with joy. Avoid mom, hide in a corner, "grab" those beautiful white snow girls. In a short time, I have caught many snow girls in my hands. They have different shapes, one looks like the other. I can't tell you how happy I am. But after a while, they all turned into water and disappeared. I am sad.
Just when I was sad alone, my good friend Feifei came to see me. She saw my sad face and asked me why I was worried. I told her the whole story. She and I thought of a way together. "By the way, by the way, the farmer's uncle planted food in the field and will plant more food next year. Why don't we plant snow in the ground and wait until next spring, won't the snow grow again? " Feifei's idea suddenly reminded me.
At first, I went home and got a small shovel and a plastic bag. Feifei also went home and secretly took her sister's red rope. A fist-sized hole was dug in the southwest corner of my house, and the plastic bag mouth was opened. Each of us put a handful of snow in it. I also said a word to Xue in my mind: I hope you will grow up soon. Then he shut up and buried it in a small pit.
When the seeds of snow are planted, we are very happy. We look forward to seeing those lovely snow girls again for a long time.
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Everyone has a childhood, and interesting childhood stories are like all kinds of seashells by the sea, accompanied by seawater, shining with colorful brilliance, countless. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is also my most unforgettable childhood story.
I remember when I was a child, when I was born, there was an orange tree in my yard and it was with me. I often carve a mark on the trunk with a knife to measure whether I am growing taller every day. Looking at those horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to chickens. .......
Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things, such as bathing the snow doll and trimming my eyebrows ... and so many interesting things. Silly things make up that colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not that stupid. I believe that the fun of childhood will be the most beautiful memory in my life.
8. Interesting childhood stories
Childhood is a beautiful memory, recording our joys and sorrows. In my childhood, there was a very interesting thing.
That was the holiday in 10 this year. 10 3, we arrived at our hometown Anji Mountain. Strange to say, there are mountains and water, so beautiful, why not become a scenic spot? In the morning, led by two sisters and an adult, we went to catch crabs together. We found the footprints left by crabs when they passed the stream.
We walked along the footprints left, "Look! Crab! " I pointed forward. They looked in the direction I pointed. That's really a crab! My uncle felt bad when we ran over. Crabs crawl left and right. "I finally caught it!" "Uncle shouted. We took out a plastic bag and put the crabs in it.
Back home, we found a small jar, poured some water in it, and then put the crab in it. It's so interesting that we can't put it down. The crab doesn't seem to think that we have a good impression on it, but that we are torturing it. My sister tried to touch it, so did I. "Oh, dear! It hurts me, dead crab! " I cried and said. Since then, I have lost a little affection for crabs and ignored him.
This is an interesting thing when I was a child.
Eight examples, come on! But at least you have to add a few strokes casually. This is your own composition. Oh, hey hey.
Interesting things that happen every day, like colorful dreams, like exquisite pearls, make people nostalgic and yearning.
Sunday is a godsend for me, a lazy cat who loves to sleep. Huan Deng, it's nine o'clock. Why don't you get up? Mom's horn is working again. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and said, "Today is Sunday. Why did you wake me up? " Dad leaned in: "Do you want to kill a plate?" As soon as I heard this, a carp jumped up: "Come on, I'm not afraid of you!" "
We set the chessboard. Dad's "cannon" was the first to enter my site, and then stood behind the "soldier". I fight with a heavy burden, and the soldiers will stop it. After a while, my father became anxious and saw him patting his thigh. "Oh, why am I so bold today?" I am so angry! Thinking about it, my father opened another cannon at the position of the elephant, fired a shell, and beat my elephant in a panic and fled the battlefield. How could I be so careless? Seeing my car dying, I thought to myself, "Poor car, you are really unlucky! I'm going to see the king of hell, and then I'll make meritorious military service. Oh, I feel sorry for you. I will avenge you! "
Come on! Dad proudly advised me, hey, don't be too happy, let's ride a donkey and read the script-we'll see! I ordered General to move one step forward. "Ha ha, you will lose!" I let out a cry and my father looked at the array on the chessboard, lying limply on the table like a deflated ball. I immediately cheered up my father: "hey, fat balloon, don't be discouraged." Winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists. Don't think that losing to a young girl is disgraceful! " "After hearing this, my father straightened up at once, stared at the goldfish eyes and said firmly," See how I tidy up you! " "Then they attacked me one by one, and I was not to be outdone. Because my father's generals suffered numerous deaths and injuries, the rest were old, weak and disabled soldiers. Finally, I was pushed to the wall because I was outnumbered-"I won!" I won! I'm so excited, I can't wait to tell the world the news!
Masters, do you want to eat cars or chickens? Mother said angrily with her hands akimbo. I am immersed in victory.
Childhood fun
In my childhood memory, when I mentioned my father, I couldn't help thinking of the word fishing. Dad is not good at sports, but he has a soft spot for fishing. He can make friends with fish: he often fishes and can catch fish. So in this atmosphere, I also like fishing.
I fished a dozen times when I was a child, but what I remember best is the time when a family of three went fishing in the suburbs.
The fish pond is very big and there are many kinds, but after picking and choosing, I chose a more affordable carp pond for camping. Every fishing is a contest between my father and me, so when we are ready, the game begins. I stared into the distance, convinced that I must have caught more fish than my father. So, I tried my best to suck up the milk and throw it away. With a whoosh, the fishing rod came out of its sheath like lightning and plopped into the water. That momentum scared a fish to death! Slowly, the float came up, and I thought to myself: which poor stupid fish will rush up? But ten minutes later, I didn't even see a bubble, so I raised my fishing rod in frustration-wrong! The bait is gone! Fish also has advanced weapons and improved equipment. Is it better than me? Or is the fish morally corrupt? The kind that can be done by deception and kidnapping? Hey! Give Yumen an ideological education lesson before going fishing next time. My mother saw that I was angry and looked at my father, who was also empty-handed. She didn't do anything until she started blowing, "Idiot! I haven't adjusted one for such a long time. If I were you, all the fish in this lake would take the bait! "
As a result, either dad was stimulated or he was lucky enough to catch a stupid fish (in short, it was not strength) and it was not small! Mom started the father-son relationship again, and as a result, we were both hit, but dad's hit played a positive role, and soon there were two or three more fish; The blow I received had a negative impact. I forgot what the fish looked like, and I didn't take the bait.
There must be something wrong with mom's watch. How can two hours be faster than blinking? I'm leaving. Take a look at dad's fish basket, five! This is a lie! It's absolutely a lie! (Actually, it's nothing.). I am looking at mine. No more. At the urging of my mother, my father began to close the pole. I still don't give up, clamoring for a job. So, in the eyes of my parents, I left my last job behind and had no hope at all. I almost fell asleep watching the floating fish because of the fluctuation of the lake. One minute-the water surface is as usual; Two minutes-the water is as usual; Three minutes-water is as good as ever-and so on! Suddenly, the floating object began to sink at a speed of 3000 light-years per second. I braced myself and subconsciously grabbed the fishing rod on the shelf. Half a second passed and the float was still sinking, so I decided it wasn't the fish testing the truth. I tried to mention: I thought it was a big fish, but the result was too hard. I lifted the fish directly out of the water and hung it in mid-air. That is a small crucian carp. Looking at it, I am stupid "two!" I called it out (anyone who has fished knows that there are two hooks in the handle). Kill two birds with one stone! This is the first time I have seen a pair of dumb fish. Mom and dad are also shocked, unprecedented and unheard of (at home)! Dad was shocked, too. It's really rare. At that time, I was flattered and kept exclaiming, and then I laughed to the sky and felt that I was too powerful. Although the total number of drops is not as good as dad's, it is definitely better than dad's. So I kept bragging about my genius all the way, and I was so happy that I got carried away.
I still remember that fishing vividly. Although I once caught 22 crucian carp in one breath, the specific scene at that time has gradually forgotten, and this encounter will never be forgotten. I liked fishing when I was a child. I like it now and I will like it even more in the future. It seems that fish and my family have a deep friendship!
Take your time, landlord.
When it comes to interesting childhood stories, they are like shells on the beach. However, the most hilarious one is the most beautiful one on the beach.
This interesting story left a deep impression on me. That's when I was in kindergarten, when I heard adults praise someone for being literate, I said, "Look how talented he is, his stomach is full of ink!" " As soon as I heard this, I thought: What is literary talent? Maybe it's neat handwriting, maybe it's good Chinese, maybe it's people who drink too much ink. In short, people who drink too much ink are the ones who can be praised. Then an interesting thing happened.
After listening to this, the adults thought it was a good thing to drink ink, and suddenly they had an idea: find something my father used to practice calligraphy, so that I can be praised! I am so happy that I can't wait to get the ink. When I opened the lid, a pungent smell was dangling in front of my nose, and I thought, can I drink it? Who cares! If others can drink, I can drink, too. I am eager for praise.
As a result, I swallowed a big mouthful as soon as I closed my eyes. After taking the first sip, I felt very uncomfortable. I immediately called out: Mom! "I immediately ran to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth over and over again, and the unspeakable taste remained in my mouth.
My mother came over and quickly asked me, "What's the matter? What's wrong? " I lowered my head and whispered to my mother, "I took a sip of ink." My mother suddenly got angry and asked me, "What's the matter?" I told my mother the whole story. My mother laughed and cried after hearing this. I saw my mother smile, and I smiled.
Recalling my childhood really makes me happy. I will keep this most beautiful shell forever!
In the old days, the adjustment time was the fastest. In the blink of an eye, childhood life flashed before my eyes like a flash of lightning. However, the interesting things of my childhood seem to be engraved in my mind and cannot be erased. Every time I think of them, I can't help laughing.
Once, my mother bought a big bag of vegetables and saw me lying on the sofa watching TV. She said, "Xiao Chun, go and help my mother wash the vegetables." "good!" I readily agreed. Mom said that and went to the living room to watch TV. I walked into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables, including cabbage, on the platform. There are eggplant, three; There are tomatoes, five or six. I'm so stupid. I was told to wash so many dishes when I was in kindergarten class, really. "Ah, yes!" I shouted, doesn't mom usually put so many clothes in the washing machine to wash together? Then I won't do the same thing? Wait a minute, maybe mom will praise me! Thinking of this, I picked up Chinese cabbage and came to the washing machine. I stood on tiptoe to open the lid of the washing machine, carefully put the vegetables in, then cover it again, and finally press the power button. Listening to the sound of the washing machine starting, I sat there and thought with relish how smart I was. After a while, I thought, did you wash the dishes? Hey! These dishes don't need washing. After thinking about it, I got up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it. When I opened the lid of the washing machine, I looked, "Yeah!" It really surprised me. Where is the food? Look at the cabbage with "one army" left. Eggplant seems to have been bitten by a mouse, and it is black and blue. The tomatoes have disappeared ... I'm scared out in a cold sweat. what can I do? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, but I washed them like this. Really help me more and more! "Small alcohol, food ready? I want to cook. " Mother walked into the kitchen and shouted. I was silent. "Oil your feet-run!" He went into his small room and locked the door. ...
I couldn't help laughing at the thought of this interesting childhood story. How naive I was when I was a child! As I grow older, I gradually understand that different things need different methods to achieve good results; Otherwise, the consequences will often be counterproductive or even out of control.
Childhood is a charming painting, outlining how many touching and interesting stories I have; Childhood, a melodious piccolo, played my pure and beautiful fantasy; Childhood is a gorgeous bunch of jasmine, the laughter of childhood is like the intoxicating fragrance of jasmine, and the white petals are like memories. Childhood anecdotes are my most unforgettable thing. Today I'm going to talk about the one that impressed me the most.
I remember when I was six years old, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. There are many lovely animals in the compound. Among them, my favorite is a little donkey: its black hair is not smooth, it seems to be curly, a pair of big, pointed ears stand upright, staring at big eyes like black grapes, and its broad, white die is chewing hay and rubbing left and right. The hooves of four crows began to beat the hard ground rhythmically, making a straight clicking sound, dragging a thick braid-like tail behind them.
And my biggest hobby is watching little donkeys eat hay every morning. This morning, just before dawn, I couldn't lie still. As soon as I slipped out of bed, I didn't brush my teeth and wash my face or comb my hair, so I went to see the little donkey "eat breakfast". Before coming to the donkey shed, the little donkey has begun to "eat" leisurely. I stood on tiptoe, lying beside the hay rack with great interest, cocked my head and watched a simple and honest donkey chewing hay, which was particularly interesting. After watching it for a while, I felt a pain in my scalp. I looked left and right and found nothing. Suddenly, I found a little black line stuck on the donkey's big die. I became curious and jumped back into the house to get to know my mother. Who knows, before I could speak, my mother opened her eyes in surprise, froze for a long time, and then burst out laughing. I two monks can't figure it out. My mother smiled and pushed me to the mirror, pretending to be angry and saying, "Silly girl, see for yourself." I stood in front of the mirror in a daze. I really don't know. I was shocked when I saw it. I don't know when I lost a hair on my left side. "What the hell is going on?" My mother stared at me and asked me angrily and funny. So I faltered and told the story of watching donkeys eat grass. "No wonder," my mother patted my little head, "you must have hung your hair in the haystack for the donkey to eat?" . I suddenly realized: "No wonder my head ached when I was watching the donkey eat grass just now, and I saw black lines on the donkey's teeth!" " "Mother said helplessly," Forget it, I can't pick up my hair either. Stay like this, learn from a mistake, and don't be so stupid in the future. "I listened to my mother's words, looked at myself in the mirror and thought about what I had just done, but I couldn't help laughing.
This is my colorful childhood, the first step in my life, the first footprint of my growth and progress, and the first stop of my future journey. Childhood is my happiest time.
"Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; The stories of childhood are piled up. " Can this song remind you of a wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as brilliant as the stars. My childhood was wonderful and there were many things worth remembering. ...
As long as I can remember, my sister's class has kept two chickens. I go to see chickens as soon as I have time. I don't know how long it took. After a long time, the hen laid eggs, and the chicks will hatch in the eggs. 2 1 days later, I heard a cock crow. Seeing this, I heard voices. I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home. The opportunity has finally come. ...
That day, the hen went to find food for the chicken. The naughty cock was not at home and ran out to play. Take advantage of aunt's inattention, pick up an egg, hold it in your hand and gently touch it. She said solemnly, "Don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to the world soon." After that, I never hesitated. I peeled an egg, and a chicken with no eyes was born before the heat disappeared. It looked at me and cried twice, as if to say, "Thank you for letting me come to this world as soon as possible." I was so happy that I peeled the second one, too When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw me bullying the little snake, she bit me, and suddenly her blood flowed. I went to my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything about me, but said sadly, "Little fool, the chicken won't be born until a certain time!" " If you send them like this, you will die. "Hearing this, I hurried to see the chicken. Sure enough, all the chickens I "delivered" were dying, and all those who didn't "delivered" survived. I regretted it, but it was too late. ...
Although it has been a long time, although I was still young and ignorant there, it has been urging me to forge ahead, never back down.
Childhood is an ocean of joy. On the seashore of memory, there are countless shells, some of which are gloomy and evoke a sad past; There are wonderful and interesting stories that remind people of their childhood. I'm looking for the most beautiful shell on the coast of memory. Ah, I found it. ...
At that time, I was only six years old and had a soft spot for birthdays. I like birthdays, because I will eat big cakes, and that time, an interesting thing happened:
After a busy morning, I can finally eat the long-awaited cake! You see, the cake is big and round, with pure white cream on it and all kinds of cream-colored flowers on it. It seems to be smiling at me, so cute! The cake also says "Happy Birthday" with red jam. By candlelight, the cake really made my mouth water! I can't wait to eat.
Finally, I understand. I have a big cake in my hand. I took a big bite, ah, delicious! My sister suddenly laughed, which puzzled me. I put a cream on my nose when I looked in the mirror, like a clown! I couldn't help laughing myself. My sister doesn't like cream. She is thinking about what to do. Suddenly, when she saw the cream on my nose, her eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Sister, come here!" " I strode past without thinking. My sister asked me to sit down, but she brought me a plate of my favorite cream. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I quickly spoke. "Pa", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, followed by my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stuck out my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. Look in the mirror, ha! A Xiaohua Mall appears in the mirror! A full face of cream, one east and one west. My face is painted like a Peking Opera mask by this "advanced" cosmetic. No, the color of Peking Opera facial makeup is not that single. Pure white cream looks like Xiaohua Mall's hair in the mirror. Why not lick the cream like a greedy cat? I laughed, too, out of breath. I suddenly became a greedy Xiaohua Mall!
The fun of childhood, everything is like a colorful shell. These colorful shells hold up my colorful childhood.