Childhood

When I was 4 years old, I saw a chicken in the red house downstairs. I couldn't help but want to buy one. I asked my mother to buy me a chicken, but my mother was afraid that I couldn't live it. I never bought it, but after I asked for it, my mother finally bought a chicken. The chick is really cute: a pointed little mouth, a tender yellow fluff, from time to time a "squeaky, squeaky" sound. I carefully made a carton chicken nest, bought a special bowl for chickens, and placed my home on my crib.
Every day I have to play with the box for a while and feed my chicks my favorite bread, biscuits, chocolate and yogurt. On the third day, the chicken didn’t know what to do, the rice didn’t eat, didn’t move, just fell asleep in the box. I sometimes hit its butt with a small stick and it doesn't get up. I thought to myself: "Hey, I want to have a hunger strike? No, you have to eat." So, I asked the cockroach to heat the remaining millet porridge, then grab the chicken, open its mouth, and put the millet porridge. Fill in. Yeah! The chicken still doesn't eat. I put its small round head into the porridge bowl. It was covered with rice, but there was no grain in it. "I really have a strong will, you love to eat or not, don't eat it! I don't care." But I thought again, the chicken left the mother so small, how pitiful, I still bully it, too should not So, I learned the way my mother cares about its head, and said, "The chicken chicks are eating fast, the millet porridge is delicious, and after eating, play together." The chicken fruit really ate. Still eating well. Looking at the cute look of the chicken, I smiled happily. ?? Section?::: lights and landscape lights, automatic remote night lights, midnight lights and landscape lights, automatically switch according to people's needs.

Childhood

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