my childhood

In my memory, my childhood is full of memories, just as happy as these pictures. Then I will start from the first painting.

My hometown is a small village in a plain. Every spring, just woke up the wheat, I will poke out from the soil, rubbing my eyes and stretching. However, he never imagined that he would experience a disaster soon. After the arrival of spring, we would pick up kites in groups of three, and ran to the green fields and stepped on the kites that just woke up. At this time in the field, there are full of laughter and laughter everywhere.

Standing on the road and looking at the sky, you will see a lot of colorful, kites floating in the air, one by one kites, are rushing to fly high.

Under the hustle and bustle of the spring breeze, my friends and I organized a kite race to see who’s kite flying high. The height of our kites is almost the same, but after time, my kite is getting higher. They, but next to me, the colored kite is not inferior, even catching up with me. At this time, all the people took back their kites, and surrounded them to talk about the kites that they thought were very high. Suddenly the line of the kite broke and suddenly drifted into the distance. The child immediately ran to chase the kite. They also rushed back to recover the kites, and the children on the scene ran to help him.

Speaking of flying kites is really ridiculous, some chasing after chasing down and smashing a face, some chasing after chasing down, fell a big heel, and some chased after chasing The soil was made, and the children returned home in the evening. The wheat that looked far away from the green oil all fell, but they did not fear and continued to grow.

Summer is coming, we are sitting in the classroom, listening to the banyan tree on the side of the pond sung in the "Childhood", knowing that it is singing in the summer... waiting for the class, waiting for school. Waiting for the exam, waiting for the summer vacation

Xiao Ming let us go to the melons of his house to eat watermelon. After we arrived at the melon land, we went around looking for watermelons. After looking for a long time, we finally found a big watermelon. After we opened it, we realized that we were still not cooked. We sighed. Suddenly Xiao Ming ran to a watermelon, and we immediately hugged it and picked up the kitchen knife and cut it.

After eating, Xiao Ming picked up the watermelon and let me, so our watermelon skin war was big. After playing for a while, because of the sweat, I jumped into the river again. This time it was changed into a water battle. You splashed me, I poured you, the atmosphere of joy in the lotus pond, and we said goodbye in the evening.

There are many fallen leaves on the big trees in the autumn. Because there are too many fallen leaves, we have become difficult to sweep the ground. After the sweep, we are preparing to put the leaves. Xiaoliang suddenly said that we are so slow to install, and we don’t change the method. Say no, how to install it? Xiaoliang thought about it and said that we might as well have fired it? Xiaohong refuted it. Xiao Liang asked how to install the fastest? Xiaohong suddenly couldn't speak, so Xiaoliang clicked. The teacher came over and told us a meal. After the teacher left, Xiaoliang wanted to escape unconsciously, but it was still caught by us. Come back, we were carried to the top of the fallen leaves.

He struggled, but the leaves that were finally made us, we laughed.

The winter world is decorated in white, the winter campus is the most lively time, some students pick up snowballs and snowballs, some students pile up snowmen, and some students are scattered in the snow. step. This is a campus filled with laughter. After I played for a while, I went up with a few classmates on the snow. I looked up and saw that the willow girl was dyed white and long fishing. There was a while and then walked for a while. I saw the branches of the poplars covered with white snow.

This is my childhood. I have had fun and joy in my childhood. But I believe that each of us has a happy childhood.

Second day: Hou Xuhao