Childhood

In memory, the fun of childhood is like the stars in the sky, and the number is countless. As time went by, some things gradually faded away, and some things were printed in my mind but could not be erased. Today, I will write one of them for everyone to listen to!

I remember when I was six years old, I was reading a small class for children. One Sunday, I was playing in the living room, holding a plastic "golden hoop" to learn Sun Dasheng, standing on the board for a while to "catch up and down", and then raising a stick to learn "sticky goblin", and then Learning from Yang Zirong, carrying a wooden submachine gun, "sweeping the army"...

My mother smelled the buzzing sound of the living room in the bathroom and asked me to dry up. I didn't dare to scream, I had to live in the shackles, and I sneaked into the bathroom. The thief had a slap in the head and saw that my mother was in the laundry clothes. As she smashed her clothes, there were many transparent small bubbles in the basin. Colorful under the illumination of the lights, it looks great. I looked quite interesting, so I grabbed the bubble with my hand, grabbed it on the left, and grabbed it right. However, when the bubble hits the finger, it will be shattered. Even if it is gently grasped, it will be shattered, although I am always working hard. It’s not enough to catch it. I was a little anxious, turning around and using a force, the laundry tub under my feet turned over. My mother was so angry and funny, I had to run away in vain...

In a blink of an eye, on a Sunday, I felt bored at home alone, and suddenly remembered the matter of catching bubbles, and I was uplifted. I thought that my mother was brewing white powder with hot water. I went to the kitchen to find white powder. I tried to brew with hot water. I thought about it and I would have a lot of colored bubbles floating out. There is no dirty clothes to wash, I put my small handkerchief into the pot, and squatted, but I didn't float the small bubbles, but the hand made a sticky call. I don't know why, and my heart is anxious and angry. At this moment, my mother came back and asked me what happened. I told the mother about it. My mother couldn’t help but smile. I used my fingers to gently click on my head. "Stupid child, you are taking the starch for cooking. Not a washing powder, how can there be bubbles?" Listen, I suddenly realized that I felt so funny, I was squatting for a long time...

Childhood is innocent and happy. As the battle moves, the childhood is gradually escaping. The naive and interesting things of childhood can still be reminiscent of laughter. The above anecdote, then my mother told me the truth: to do things, first of all to figure out the truth, can not follow the hard work, otherwise it will make jokes, and even make mistakes. Therefore, this matter has made me unforgettable.

First grade: Li Gongbin