a bowl of rice, two childhoods

The famous poet Gao Ding wrote such two poems in his work "Village": "Children come back early, busy with Dongfeng put paper." These two poems are written in childhood, which reflects the child's innocent and lively personality. . In the eyes of the author, childhood is carefree and happy. I also agree with his thoughts.

Ask: "What is childhood?" I think that childhood is the initial sunshine of life; it is a paper basket in the distant sky; it is a song in the depths of the alley. Bing Xin’s grandmother mentioned in “The Heart of Spring” that “childhood is a dream in the real world, a true dream.”... Everyone’s childhood experience is different, so the views and understandings of childhood are different. Take my childhood and my father's childhood as an example, but that's a big difference!

Dad told me that when he was a child, social technology was very backward and there were not many advanced instruments, so no matter what he did, he was personally involved. For example, in the summer, when the body is heated by the sun, and the sweat is raining, it can only be fanned. There is no air conditioner available. Fans or air conditioners are only allowed if family conditions permit. Because the family economy was not very good at that time, the children also had to work in the fields to help their parents. My father is no exception. Dad told me that when he worked hard in the field under the scorching sun, the sweat drenched his clothes, clinging to his back, wet and answering, very uncomfortable... So Dad said that he gave him childhood. The impression is - tired.

Listening to Dad telling his childhood, I thought of my childhood. My childhood is not as bitter as my father's childhood.

My childhood is full of joy.

One day when I was 6 years old, my father finished his lunch and, as always, took out a toothpick and put it in his mouth. Then he sat in front of the TV and watched the TV series. I learned how he looked, took a toothpick in his mouth, and sat down on the sofa, concentrating on his father's every move. I wanted to imitate my father's sitting posture. Later I felt that it was "too difficult" and I dismissed this idea. I just looked at my father in a silly manner, but I didn't know what I was watching... Now I think about myself at that time. It is especially naive, especially cute!

My childhood is comfortable and trouble free.

In the hot summer, when I was exhausted and sweaty outside, I ran home and "cooled", but I didn't fan the fan when I was a kid, but flew to the bedroom. "嘀...嘀...嘀..." A few times, the air conditioner was activated, and then a chilly wind rushed to the surface, immediately making the whole person feel relaxed and happy, throwing all the troubles and unhappy things into the clouds. After a few minutes, the world outside this bedroom and the world in the bedroom are a world of difference: in the hot sun, the world outside the bedroom is hot and hot, giving a heavy feeling, listless, and stressful; The inside of the bedroom is cool, it feels very relaxed, no burden, no pressure... There is air conditioning "companion" throughout the summer, no sweat soaked clothes and the feeling of close to the back, very comfortable.

Compared with my childhood, my childhood is more like a Christmas tree, full of all kinds of "gifts" and beautiful childhood memories; and my father's childhood is like snow falling from the sky, No matter what, it is just white, very monotonous.

Our father and daughter, eating the same bowl of rice, have two different childhoods.

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The famous poet Gao Ding wrote such two poems in his work "Village": "Children come back early, busy with Dongfeng put paper." These two poems are written in childhood, which reflects the child's innocent and lively personality. . In the eyes of the author, childhood is carefree and happy. I also agree with his thoughts.

Ask: "What is childhood?" I think that childhood is the initial sunshine of life; it is a paper basket in the distant sky; it is a song in the depths of the alley. Bing Xin’s grandmother mentioned in “The Heart of Spring” that “childhood is a dream in the real world, a true dream.”... Everyone’s childhood experience is different, so the views and understandings of childhood are different. Take my childhood and my father's childhood as an example, but that's a big difference!

Dad told me that when he was a child, social technology was very backward and there were not many advanced instruments, so no matter what he did, he was personally involved. For example, in the summer, when the body is heated by the sun, and the sweat is raining, it can only be fanned. There is no air conditioner available. Fans or air conditioners are only allowed if family conditions permit. Because the family economy was not very good at that time, the children also had to work in the fields to help their parents. My father is no exception. Dad told me that when he worked hard in the field under the scorching sun, the sweat drenched his clothes, clinging to his back, wet and answering, very uncomfortable... So Dad said that he gave him childhood. The impression is - tired.

Listening to Dad telling his childhood, I thought of my childhood. My childhood is not as bitter as my father's childhood.

My childhood is full of joy.

One day when I was 6 years old, my father finished his lunch and, as always, took out a toothpick and put it in his mouth. Then he sat in front of the TV and watched the TV series. I learned how he looked, took a toothpick in his mouth, and sat down on the sofa, concentrating on his father's every move. I wanted to imitate my father's sitting posture. Later I felt that it was "too difficult" and I dismissed this idea. I just looked at my father in a silly manner, but I didn't know what I was watching... Now I think about myself at that time. It is especially naive, especially cute!

My childhood is comfortable and trouble free.

In the hot summer, when I was exhausted and sweaty outside, I ran home and "cooled", but I didn't fan the fan when I was a kid, but flew to the bedroom. "嘀...嘀...嘀..." A few times, the air conditioner was activated, and then a chilly wind rushed to the surface, immediately making the whole person feel relaxed and happy, throwing all the troubles and unhappy things into the clouds. After a few minutes, the world outside this bedroom and the world in the bedroom are a world of difference: in the hot sun, the world outside the bedroom is hot and hot, giving a heavy feeling, listless, and stressful; The inside of the bedroom is cool, it feels very relaxed, no burden, no pressure... There is air conditioning "companion" throughout the summer, no sweat soaked clothes and the feeling of close to the back, very comfortable.

Compared with my childhood, my childhood is more like a Christmas tree, full of all kinds of "gifts" and beautiful childhood memories; and my father's childhood is like snow falling from the sky, No matter what, it is just white, very monotonous.

Our father and daughter, eating the same bowl of rice, have two different childhoods.

Third grade: Name: Ma Wei