The same time like an arrow, suddenly gone, the last really memorable good times in the past years, many people yearn to tell you today, I look to my past.
When I was five, I went out to pasture for a school to go home, sit all day cattle back, like a shepherd, always singing "cowboy riding cattle, singing the town of Lin." Every day into night 78 points, came back to wash dinner meal and watch the moon lay on the grass. Have an accident, sitting cattle back, just thunder, I was hit by lightning a bit, then collapsed to the ground, my friends see my cattle back from the cow fell off and quickly called my mother to the family man-I in three days, searched all the major hospitals, doctors say useless, and hold each desperate to come back, then they want to bury me, Who would have thought I played 5 years with a dog came to my bedroom, with a Tim the tongue a little, I woke up, doctors later said it was a miracle.
I know this is useless to tell you, because you would not believe, and if I talk about fantasy, you love letter on the letter, do not believe even
In the colorful world, is happy childhood, childhood is mowgli, childhood is... Everyone has their own childhood, my childhood is naive.
When I was six, I went to my grandmother's house, that yes I naive. Listening to the adults said, on a plane can roam in blue sky, live. So, I think all day to fly, and one day, I sat a small bench, see a few chickens climb come up to the balcony, and want to take them out and went downstairs. So I will learn to the grandmother, the way a wave, a shout: "go to go to!" Behold, the chicken did not listen to my words, good scurrying about everywhere.
Suddenly, a chicken from the balcony jumped down and I was frightened, and looked down and saw a chicken wings, he flopped about safety "landing......." I look for, surprise of call way "chicken fly, chicken fly! Fly, fly chicken chicken!" I like discovered the new continent, loudly rang way. From then on, I will know what is "fly chicken" mean, know the meaning, I will plan a "fly chicken" do.
One afternoon, the grandmother went for a walk. I secretly slipped into the chicken tents, took a fancy to a terrible rooster, think it is right. The only big rooster as expected to catastrophizing, a rampant. I am very not easy to catch the chicken, and go to him a sit, chicken early struggle hard, a bellow, then move. The grandmother heard chicken, and immediately called back, asked me the way it is. I as if nothing has occurredly said: "I want to do fly chicken." The grandmother heard, first one leng, and then laughed. But I still make the plane?
In the south: YaoXiaoYu primary school grade five
Memory, childhood is like the stars in the sky, countless. However, everyone has a childhood, and childhood story was like the sea the diversiform shells, glittering in the water company, exudes be riotous with colour brilliance, count the number of never-ending childhood like spring a riot of colours, so I delude one to folly; childhood like summer everywhere Cang green, make me energetic; childhood like autumn fruitful, let me harvest happiness and smile; childhood like winter Snow gleams white., let me feel the purity of heart.
We all had a pure and beautiful childhood, sculpting our beautiful life, the interpretation of our innocent and lively. In childhood we, is how of happiness, innocence and goodness, and ignore all the sadness and melancholy side occurs, do not set foot on the vicissitudes of the ocean, healthy and happy growth only in the parents under the wings, just play in the play. But time is always so rushed and short-lived, once beautiful childhood now vanish like soap bubbles, now we can do is to pursue the beautiful fragment of childhood, but can't again.
When I was very young, I was very naive, also always want to study adults do, often whimsical, try to think of some wrong ideas, can not, one day after supper, I went with my mother to a bowl of wine, start my experiment, I foretaste taste wine, find it difficult to drink bitter. So I came to the kitchen, saw my mother cooking seasoning, think: my mother usually cooking, only put these ingredients, food is very delicious. If I put them also put some in, wine became a good drink it.
Say to work, first I put the salt and sugar together inside, then put the vinegar, oil, chicken together put in, then I picked up the chopsticks to stir it, stir well, I think I should taste to it, just put the bowl to his lips. Then I heard mother called me, I had to end with this bowl of things came to the mother, mother saw my hand with a bowl of things asked me what it is? So I am very proud with my mother about what had happened. Mom listened to all of a sudden loud laugh, I confused, I do not know why is mother to laugh. I asked my mother how, mother said: "silly boy, originally is the taste of wine, you add these things can you drink? Maybe you can use chopsticks to make a bit of taste, what is the taste." I listened to my mother, to taste a little, say is what taste, but it is difficult to drink, also know why does mother smiled
Of course, after this, I also understand a truth, not what is put together, can be delicious good drink, then I will read some books about how to do the experiment, get more knowledge.
Childhood is like a seven color flowers, inside his body, is filled with all kinds of color, make life more beautiful: childhood is like a paper airplane, it flows on the good old days of childhood.