Childhood

Childhood is colorful, like a beautiful shell on the beach; childhood is colorful, like the stars in the sky; childhood is carefree, like a little doll that is all day long. When I mentioned my childhood, I couldn't help but think of the stupid thing in my childhood - salt.

Mom went to the kitchen to cook for me. Dad sat on the sofa and read the newspaper. No one can play with me. I ran east and ran, hoping to find something fun. In the end, I still entered the kitchen. See mom taking a spoonful of white things from the box. "Can that eat?" I tilted my head and asked my mother curiously. "Yes!" Mom turned her head and smiled and said to me. "Can I eat?" I looked at my mother. Mother pouted like a child and shook her head. I looked at my mother with a pleading look. "You can only eat one bite!" After a mother gave me a spoonful, let me take a sip. It’s delicious, with a bit of sweetness in the salty. "I still want to eat!" "Don't all promise to take a bite!" I left the kitchen in disappointment. Mother gave me a good meal, put it on the table, let my father look at me, and went to the bathroom.

"Wow," I cried, and my mother rushed from the bathroom. It turned out that I sneaked into the kitchen and ate a large spoonful of salt, which was always salty from my mouth to my heart. My mother met, I couldn’t smile, and gave me a glass of water.

Childhood is a pearl in the sea, shining and shining; childhood is the only brightest star in the night sky, bright and bright.

Sixth grade: beautiful shooter princess