Childish taste

Some people say that childhood is a delicate shell on the beach, a variety of; some people say that childhood is a meteor across the sky, fleeting; others say that childhood is a light dandelion, carefree; I think that childhood is A five-flavored bottle, all kinds of tastes are hidden, but quietly adjust our similar life.

acid

When I was away from home for the first time, it was the first and second grades of the National Primary School. At that time, I was very proud of the test. I held the scroll with the red cross. I was so scared that I didn’t dare to go home. On the cold winter day, I hung two strings of clear nose, my face was swept away by the wind, and the thin and thin figure was wrapped in the silent snow. Later memories jumped directly into the bed. Being forced to drink medicine by his parents. I want to think of it, a kind of sadness will come to my heart and my eyes will be awkward.

sweet

The best thing to remember in the memory is that when the spring arrives, a group of children go to the wheat field to fly a kite, and the grandmother and I do the "蜈蚣", which is dyed with color. The bracket is made of the broom. The long pole grass, the line of flying kites is the old string of the grandfather who squirted the rosin very thick. My kite is strong and light, and it always flies straight up, high and far. I am still very proud of it, and perhaps the results of my own work are always the most "sweet".

bitter

Mothers don't like to raise flowers, but they are passionate about hanging orchids. When I was young, I saw a bright and lush flower in a pot. I thought that the adult had said that boiled water was good for our body. I used the Mickey cup that my mother bought to boil the boiled water, and prayed for the flowers while watering the flowers. More healthy and strong, but poured out the mother's favorite flower, and finally the mother used the "Dragon's Eighteen Palms" and "the rope to the law", tearfully looking at the pot of dead flowers, more and more dumb to eat berberine --- -unspeakable trouble.

hot

I remember once, I poured the rice in the trash can. My mother found it extremely violent, and picked up the feather duster in the vase. "Oh," I beat it. My mother's eyebrows were picked up, and the eyes were so big that the heroes were condescending. Looking at me, next to the aunt who came to the door, I was swollen with hot air and pain in my eyes and legs, and my heart was burning and uncomfortable.

salty

When the tears flow into my mouth, the salty taste, I will never forget it in my life. A large piece of tragic dark clouds piled up, like a gloomy face, I took a pale, retracted manuscript paper, and the tender handwriting was mottled by tears and painted in a blur.

Childhood is a treasure hunt, but the only map has been stolen by the old man, and I have forgotten the treasure hunt route, only sporadic debris memory, like a puzzle that is always incomplete, but I believe that total Some of the sweet and bitter little pieces will always treasure the softest part of the heart, and regulate the taste buds to regulate our lives.

Third day: Yang Xiaobo