Childhood memories

Childhood memories

Childhood memories are trivial and beautiful; they are gradually drifting away, but they are also faintly visible. --Inscription

In childhood memories, the deepest impression is the lawn downstairs. The lawn is green all year round, and this lawn gives us unlimited happiness.

There are many animals on the lawn, such as grasshoppers, butterflies, dragonflies, beetles, ants, dragonflies, geckos... This lawn is not only their paradise, but also our paradise. Take a small flower, catch a butterfly, secretly take a melon that others are hanging on the lawn, and then eat it with a tooth that has not yet fully grown. Of course, the games we do most often catch those living things.

Just look for an empty bottle from home and the items are ready. When I came to the lawn and used a very fine dry branch to make a mess, the grasshopper came out and was everywhere. Look at one, wait for it to rest on the blade of grass, quickly take out the bottle cover, when it jumps to the wall of the plastic bottle, put the bottle, cover the lid, use the needle to pin a few holes, then sprinkle A few blades of grass are OK. Once, I caught a particularly clever beetle. It layered the layers of grass that I had sprinkled into, and then climbed to the top to escape. I was amazed and had to admire the IQ of the beetle. And quickly told her about this, but she would be suspicious, hey, who told her not to see it?

In addition to the lawn downstairs, we also like to go to the dam next to the lawn, there is a small pond. When we got tired on the lawn, we went to the pond to play the game of "feeding fish". Fold a wicker, tied a hoe, put the hoe into the water, suddenly a large group of red brocade swam over to eat hoes, from time to time issued a "squeaky" sound. Sometimes, even a small willow will be swallowed by the fish.

Going out of the dam and walking about 15 meters, it is a small vegetable market, selling chickens on one of the most conspicuous facades. Every day, dozens of chickens die from his men, and we certainly don't like him. Every time I saw him killing a chicken, we will be squinted at a young age and say to him in a serious way:

"The law stipulates that it is not allowed to kill small animals."

"There is no rule that you can't kill a chicken!" He said without lifting his head.

"Chicken is an animal!" We said clearly.

"The law stipulates that you can't harm wild animals!" he said as he worked.

"Don't say that! You lied, let's go to play 110!" We shouted aloud.

Suddenly, the eyes of the people around him focused on him.

"Good! Good! Good!" The man couldn't help, compromised, and said. So we sat back to the lawn with satisfaction. Also too lazy to control him to kill the chicken.

So that day passed, my childhood has passed, leaving only fragmentary pieces. Whenever I think of that carefree childhood, I can't help but smile. Oh, that's just a memory of childhood.