Humorous stories of celebrities' childhood

After the story of Zhou Enlai's childhood, the rooster crowed three times, and the ringing sound of reading sounded in Zhou Jia Garden: "Cut the grass, it's noon, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " After reading and rereading, Zhou Enlai soon remembered the poem. But he always felt that he didn't fully understand the artistic conception in the poem: how hard is each grain? The next day, I came to Jiang's mother's house to play. While eating, he looked at the glistening rice and eagerly asked, "Mom Jiang, how did this rice come from?" Jiang's mother likes her curiosity very much, so she smiled and told him, "Rice is made of rice. The rice is wrapped in a hard yellow shell. It has to go through soaking seeds to accelerate germination, raising seedlings in the field, transplanting and weeding, fertilization management, pest control, harvesting and threshing until it is smashed into rice. " "Ah, it's not easy to eat this bowl of rice!" Zhou Enlai said in surprise. "Yes, I don't know how many farmers will be tired after more than ten passes. This delicious rice was watered by farmers with sweat. " Mother Jiang said with deep feelings. Jiang's mother's inculcation not only deepened his understanding of poetry, but also encouraged him to study hard. In order to learn Chinese characters well, he not only carefully completed the homework assigned by the teacher, but also insisted on practicing 100 Chinese characters every day. One day, I went to visit my relatives with my mother Chen, and it was already late at night when I came back. The journey was dusty and exhausted. Young Ryan was exhausted, yawning and fighting with his eyelids, but he still kept practicing calligraphy 100 before taking a rest. When mother Chen saw this, she was distressed. She advised, "Write tomorrow!" "No, Mom, what happened that day was the same day!" Advise mother Chen to bury her head in a pot of cold water, and her sleepiness will be driven away at once, and her mind will be much clearer. Just after writing a hundred words, mother Chen grabbed the pen and said, "Come on, go to sleep!" " "no!" Carefully read the Chinese character 100 in the wet ink, frowning seriously, and said, "Mom Chen, look, these two characters are crooked." Say, * * *' s little hand waved a pen again and wrote these two words three times until he was satisfied. The Story of Madame Curie's Childhood Decades ago, there was a little girl named Manie in Poland. She was very absorbed in her studies. No amount of noise around can distract her. Once, Manya was doing her homework, and her sister and classmates sang, danced and played games in front of her. Manya didn't seem to see it, so she was absorbed in reading. My sister and classmates want to test her. They quietly set up some stools behind Manya, and whenever Manya moved, the stools would fall down. As time went by, Manya finished reading a book and the stool was still standing there. Since then, my sister and classmates have never made fun of her, and like Manya, they concentrate on reading and study hard. Manya became a great scientist when she grew up. She is Madame Curie. The story of Edison's childhood Edison loved science when he was a child, and he loved to get to the bottom of everything, so he had to try. Once, he saw a hen hatching eggs and asked his mother curiously, "Why is the hen lying motionless on the eggs?" ? Are you sick? "His mother told him that this is a brooding chicken, and in a few days, a chicken will come out of the eggshell." After listening to his mother, Edison felt very novel. He thought that a hen lying on an egg could hatch a chick. How do eggs become chickens? Can people lie on it? He decided to give it a try Edison brought some eggs from home and found a secluded place in his neighbor's house. He first built a nest, covered it with soft thatch, then put the eggs away and squatted on it. He wants to see with his own eyes how eggs hatch chickens. It's getting dark and Edison hasn't come home yet. The family were very anxious, so they looked for him everywhere. Looking around, I found Edison in my neighbor's backyard. I saw him sitting motionless on a grass nest with many blades of grass on his body and head. When the family saw it, they were angry and funny. They asked him, "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to hatch eggs! The chicken is about to hatch. " "What eggs hatched? Come out! " Dad shouted. "Hens can hatch eggs. I want to see how to hatch chickens. " "No, no! Hurry home! " Dad lost his temper again. Mother didn't blame and make fun of him, because she knew the child's personality and smiled and said, "People's body temperature is not as high as that of chickens. You can't hatch like this. " Edison didn't hatch chickens, but he increased his knowledge through this activity. Another time, Edison saw birds flying freely in the sky, thinking, birds can fly, why can't people fly? Can you add wings to people? It suddenly occurred to him that balloons can fly into the sky without wings. How about inflating people's bodies? So I found a powder that can produce gas and let a little friend drink it to see if he can fly like a balloon. But after a while, the little friend had a stomachache, cried loudly and almost died. For this matter, dad gave him a good beating, and he couldn't tell what experiment he would do in the future. But Edison was still unconvinced and said, "How can I know if people can fly without doing experiments?" Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, read those classics and history books when he was a child. Those books are very profound. He couldn't go on reading for a while, and felt bored, so he left his book and played truant. He wandered around and looked around. He saw an old mother sitting on a low stool on the grindstone, grinding up and down on the grindstone with a big iron bar in her hand, so absorbed that Li Bai squatted in front of her without noticing. Li Bai didn't know what his old mother was doing, so he asked curiously, "Old mother, what are you doing?" "sharpen the needle." The old mother didn't look up, but simply answered Li Bai, still grinding the iron bar in her hand seriously. "sharpen the needle?" Li Bai was puzzled. What the old mother grinds in her hand is obviously a thick iron bar. How could it be a needle? Li Bai couldn't help but ask again: "Old mother, the needle is very, very small. What you are grinding is a thick iron bar!" " "The old mother said while grinding," I just want to grind this iron bar into tiny needles. " "What?" Li Bai has some accidents. He blurted out, "can such a thick iron bar be ground into a needle?" "At this time, the old mother looked up at Xiao Li Bai kindly and said," Yes, the iron bar is thick and big, and it is difficult to grind it into a needle. "But I grind it every day. One day, I will grind it into a needle. Son, as long as you work hard, iron bars can be ground into needles! " Li Bai was a very sensible child when he was young. After listening to his old mother's words, he suddenly understood a lot and thought, "Yes! You can do anything as long as you have perseverance and persist in doing it every day. The same is true of reading. Although there is something you don't understand, as long as you insist on reading more and reading every day, you will always understand. " Thought of here, Li Bai was deeply ashamed and his face was burning. So he began to run home, went back to his study, opened books he didn't understand, and continued reading. Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy hard. Wang Xizhi likes calligraphy since he was a child. After decades of hard work, his calligraphy art has finally reached the peak of transcendence and is known as the "book saint". When Wang Xizhi 13 years old, he happened to find that his father had a calligraphy book of Shuo, and he stole it. His father worried that he was too young to keep the secret of the family heirloom and promised that he would teach when he grew up. Unexpectedly, Wang Xizhi knelt down and asked his father to allow him to study now. His father was very moved and finally agreed to his request. Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy very hard, even eating and walking, and he really kept practicing. Without pen and paper, he scratched on his body, and over time, his clothes were cut. Sometimes I practice my handwriting to the point of forgetfulness. Once, he forgot to eat when he practiced calligraphy, and his family sent the meal to the study. He didn't even think about it. He dipped it in ink and ate it. He still thought it was delicious. It was already dark when the family found out. Wang Xizhi often writes in the pool, so he washes the inkstone in the pool. After a long time, he ran out of ink, so he was called "Mo Chi". At present, Lanting in Shaoxing, Xigu Mountain in Yongjia, Zhejiang, Guizong Temple in Lushan and other places have places of interest known as "Mo Chi". When the Western Han Dynasty was stolen, there was a farmer's child named Kuang Heng. He wanted to study very much when he was a child, but because his family was poor, he couldn't afford to go to school. Later, he learned to read from a relative before he could read. Kuang Heng can't afford books, so he has to borrow books to read. At that time, books were so valuable that people who had books refused to lend them to others easily. During the busy farming season, Kuang Heng worked as a short-term worker for wealthy families and asked them to lend him books for free. A few years later, Kuang Heng grew up and became the main labor force in the family. He works in the field all day, and only has time to read a little book during his lunch break, so it often takes ten days and a half months to finish reading a book. Kuang Heng was in a hurry, thinking: planting crops during the day, no time to read, you can spend more time reading at night. But Kuang Heng's family is too poor to buy oil for lighting. What shall we do One night, Kuang Heng was lying in bed reciting the books he had read during the day. Behind me, I suddenly saw a light coming through the east wall. He stood up and went to the wall to have a look. Ah! It turned out that the neighbor's light came through the cracks in the wall. So Kuang Heng thought of a way: he picked up a knife and dug several cracks in the wall. In this way, the light coming through is also very big, so he gathered the light coming through and began to read. Kuang Heng studied so hard that he became a learned man. & lt& lt Three pools print the moon & gt；; San Tan Yin Yue used to be a bookstore, where Lu Xun studied when he was a child, and now it is a part of Shaoxing Lu Xun Memorial Hall. There is a picture hanging on the wall in the middle of the bookstore, and a Gu Song and a sika deer are lying under the tree. In front of the picture is Mr. Wang's seat, a square table and a high-backed chair. On the table, as before, there are pens, ink, inkstones and a ruler. Students' desks are all moved from their own homes and are everywhere. Lu Xun's is in the northeast corner. That's where Lu Xun studied and studied calligraphy. Sometimes I draw pictures and use novels like The Journey to the West to describe Xiu Xiang. Lu Xun's desk is engraved with a small word "early". The word is horizontal, much like an unopened flower and a small torch. The word "early" has a history: Lu Xun's father is ill. While studying at school, Lu Xun helped his mother with housework. He runs between the pawnshop and the drugstore almost every day, taking his family's things to the pawnshop for money, and then going to the drugstore to buy medicine for his father. One morning, Lu Xun was late for school Shou Jason Wu, a serious teacher, said to him sternly, "It's early in the future!" Lu Xun silently returned to his seat, engraved the word "early" on that old desk, and also engraved a firm belief in his heart. From then on, Lu Xun was never late for school, and he always went out early and returned late, and he worked tirelessly all his life.