Interesting childhood stories, the best composition in Gaoyi County, no less than three hundred and fifty words.

"Interesting Stories from Childhood" Interesting stories from childhood are like the stars in the sky, dazzling and dazzling. I will choose the brightest "star" for everyone to see! This star can make everyone "laugh non-stop"! That year, I was only 4 years old. It's snowing heavily outside. Mom was taking a nap and I was playing alone, feeling really bored. When the snow stopped, I ran downstairs and came to the yard. When I saw the thick snow, I suddenly had a whim and started playing with building a snowman. After my careful conception and creation, a lovely snow doll was born. A gust of cold wind hit me, and I couldn't help shivering, and tightened my thick down jacket and scarf. Then he looked at the snowman carefully and said to himself: "I still feel cold even if I wear so many clothes. The snowman has no clothes and will definitely be very cold standing in the open air. I have to think of ways to keep it warm. !" I gently picked up the snowman and walked into the house, came to the kitchen, and carefully placed it on the stool next to the stove. Then he put his scarf on the snowman, turned over a sweater and put it on the snowman, and said happily: "Cute little Xuexue, now you don't have to worry about catching a cold. Just warm yourself by the fire and wait. I'll play with you again!" Then he jumped happily and left the kitchen. After a while, I ran into the kitchen to play with the snowman, but was surprised to find that the snowman was gone. Clothes and scarves were scattered on the ground, and there was a big puddle of water on the floor! "Where's Xiaoxuexue? Where's Xiaoxuexue?" I rummaged through the boxes and checked every corner carefully, but there was no sign of the snowman. I sat down on the ground and cried loudly. My mother was awakened and ran straight to me and said worriedly: "What's wrong? Be good. Don't cry, don't cry, be good..." "Snowman...snowman...no...gone...wow..." I Pointing to the stove sadly, she told her mother what happened intermittently while crying. Before she finished speaking, my mother couldn't help but burst into laughter. I stopped crying, scratched the back of my head, and cast a surprised look at my mother. My mother stroked my head and said lovingly, "Silly boy, you can't bake a snowman on the fire. When the temperature is high, the snow will melt..." I seemed to understand, and laughed through my tears. Now, whenever I think about this incident, I can't help but giggle "hehe". It adds infinite fun to my childhood life. Do you think it's funny?