my childhood

Childhood is a memorable thing. You may have many things happening in your childhood, but in many cases you will forget it.

My childhood is happy and happy.

I remember when I was young, I often asked my parents to carry my hand and let my mom and dad stand by the stairs. I, in the slide in the middle of the stairs, rely on the power of my father and mother to fly happily... The child is fucking, you slow down. ! be careful! What should I do if I hurt my child? ... know, you are not? ...and I, just laughing happily next to me. Until now, I saw the slide there, and I unknowingly nosed and cried. When I went home one day, I chatted with my classmates about my happy childhood. When I thought of the slide in my mind, I would cry in tears. The students asked me, "What happened?" I said, "Oh, nothing, just the sand." Big." However, the wind of that day was very small, it seems that God does not give me face, not let me lie!

The slide, riding my age, slipped down and came to the second and third grades. At this time, my childhood is dull and boring.

From home to school, when I go home from school, I am always so lonely, my parents are all busy with their own affairs, I am still three points and one line. In addition to being at school, you can play games with your classmates, and occasionally have fun, the rest is learning. During this period, I was suddenly trapped in the hospital by a serious illness, lymph. Hanging drops, another bottle of drip, time slipped away. In a twinkling of an eye, the upgrade exam came, and my mother specially took the book and gave me a homework. I listened attentively to my bed and learned while I was treating the disease. It’s getting better, the exam is coming. My mother insisted that I come to the school for review. In the past year, I did not give up. I still rose to the third grade with all-youth students.

In this way, the disease took me through the second grade, and the third grade also passed. I am greeted by the fourth and fifth grades, which belongs to the upper grades. I can’t wait to get to the upper grades quickly, so I can be called the big brother big sister. Then my childhood was bitter.

Homework, more than a day; knowledge, day by day is harder; exams; day by day; games, less every day... my father didn’t come back one day, always getting confused Me; always a me who is working hard; always a pile of me in the pile of work. The work is like a hill, more like a rainy day, stretching, and finished, and come again. There is less and less time to play, and more and more competitions are needed.

My childhood is happy, plain and boring, and bitter. It is like a book, but it is richer than the book.

Fifth grade of experimental national small class in Weibin District, Weibin District, Henan Province: Liu Xuehua