Counterfeit banknote

Childhood is like a happy river, running, singing, noisy and flowing into the distance; childhood fun is like throwing stones into the river, stirring up happy waves, swaying beautiful cockroaches, disappearing instantly, but it is hard to forget . One of the things was a bit sad at the time, but I remembered it afterwards, but I couldn’t help but laugh.

I am 4 years old in winter, the kindergarten is on winter vacation, I am alone at home. My mother came home from work, watching me a little bit of a brain, just holding my kiss, teasing me: "Mom is paying today, I teach you to recognize fake money!" "Do you still have money?! "I was very surprised and I immediately came to the spirit." Mother took out a red banknote and told me: "Real money, the collar of the portrait feels a bit of a handle, and it will fade." After I touched it, my mother took a stroke on the piece of paper and it really faded! I was very curious to take the money back and forth, but before I saw enough, my mother found a reason to spend my money and put the money up.

At noon the next day, when my mother came home, my blogger, who was playing with me, rushed over and smugly told my mother that I found a fake money in her money. After I entered the house with my suspiciously, I saw the banknotes full of bed. After counting the number, I found one less. I asked, "Which money is there?" I told my mother seriously: "Is that a fake mother? Really? It’s fake! I will help you throw it downstairs!” Mom listened, didn’t say anything, and went downstairs to find it, but how could she find it! Mother came back with disappointment and asked us what happened.

It turned out that in the morning, I was diligent in helping my mother take slippers, and after sending her mother to work, she found a blogger downstairs to play with. We rummaged through the cabinet, got enough to drill in, couldn't reach the chair, found the wardrobe and drawers in the house, and finally found the money hidden by the mother. I put them on the bed one by one, and I told the blog post that I would recognize the fake money. Looking at Bowen's amazed expression, I was very angry at the time. I learned how my mother looked at each banknote. Hey, you know the things that follow. My mother sighed after listening: Hey, Kiki, you still don’t want to move your mother’s money!

At that time, my mother did not blame me too much, but listening to my mother and Dad’s speech, I also knew that I was in trouble, and my heart was upset for several days. But afterwards, every time I talked to my mother, we both laughed.

In the small river of childhood, this thing has become a happy memory! I have taught me to learn the skills, to learn, to learn, and to know nothing about it. I also taught me to treat life as optimistic as my mother.

Binzhou Experimental School, Binzhou District, Binzhou, Shandong, China: Wu Mengqi