Stupid children's prose

Stupid children are born dull and don't like to talk. Silly children are curious about everything, dreaming that they can fly higher than clouds, cross rivers and climb mountains, but they just don't talk.

Watching peers twitter, happy as a bird in the air, silly children are also watching anxiously, but I just don't know how to say all my thoughts: jumping fish, people under the slate, round and smooth stones, twinkling stars, mantis in the grass. ...

Little friends don't want to hear this. There are more interesting games waiting for them to play: skipping rope, drawing a house and throwing sandbags. Stupid children are also involved, and they are not interested in playing. After a long time, only one person sat under the big tree and watched, thinking freely, and became colorful again, but still didn't speak. Bend down and pick up a small stick, squatting in the mud and scribbling. In a short time, a vivid picture appeared at the foot, and colorful shadows jumped back and forth on the picture, flashing as if talking.

Tired of playing, friends gathered around and laughed at her, covering their mouths: "Painting is nothing like it. Do you call this painting? " The silly child shed tears and wiped back and forth with the rough Buner sole to erase those beloved pictures. Silly, she doesn't know how to explain it, but these are lovely paintings engraved in her heart.

The silly child came home and slowly dragged the rice in the bowl. There's only one thing on my mind. Yesterday, I saw my little friend Swallow next door, giggling all the way. Her eldest brother bought another picture book, and several books were piled together, which was a temporary new comic book. The silly child really wanted it, but swallowed a few mouthfuls. What if his parents blame him? Go and beg the swallow. The wooden silly child got up the courage for a long time and asked the swallow with a red face, "please lend me a picture book." Your big brother has a big box. " "Well, I only help you borrow some old books, but you can't see the new ones." The swallow's easy illness made the silly child happy for a long time, but he still didn't speak.

When the silly child got the picture book for the first time, his heart jumped into his throat and looked at it hungrily. Some words made her open her mouth. Look at the characters in the painting, exaggerated expressions and actions, guess what they are thinking and saying, and occasionally use a few words they have learned, as if they can understand what they are doing at once. Don't mention how happy that silly child was that day. He is happier than two eggs cooked separately by his mother on his birthday.

After reading several picture books in one breath, the silly child carefully returned the books to the swallow, but he was still so reluctant to go home, tossing and turning, and his mind was still full of lively comic books.

The silly child suddenly wants to draw again. There are so beautiful flowers and birds on the glass of the board cabinet of the heatable adobe sleeping platform, and the bright colors are enviable. The stupid boy picked up the old notebook and carefully tore off a page. He took out half a pencil tip from his beloved flower bag and absorbed himself in drawing patterns on the cabinet. Painting, painting, painting, beautiful flowers, birds with their tails up, using bright crayons, not to mention some really like New Year pictures.

At the end of the year, the silly child still refuses to talk, but his heart is full of joy. Cleaning the house and dusting are my parents' good assistants. The happiest thing is to post some novel New Year pictures: a fat baby is riding a big fish, wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering and walking in the sea with mirth; Mulan disguised herself as a man and returned to China in women's clothes after ten years of war. Peony Pavilion is a talented person and a beautiful woman with colorful ancient costumes. The book paper pasted on the wall is a paradise for literacy. If you look east and west, the outside world is in this painting.

Children have watched it over and over again, and everything they like is in their hearts. After a few days, there is no novelty. The silly child fell in love with the frosted flowers on the window again. Every morning, the first moment they open their eyes, they go to see frost flowers: houses, trees, distant mountains, rivers, pedestrians, flowers, cats, dogs, flowers and Hu Die, and they can think of anything. The silly child put his palm on the frosted flower and soon became a picture again.

Mother stuffed the stupid child with some colorful sweets. Sugar is in the mouth, even the crisp laughter is sweet. Candy paper has many patterns and colors: transparent and translucent; Lace and vertical; Red, green, pink and yellow; Stupid children can't put it down, they are flat and tidy, and they can be enjoyed at any time.

Stupid child's grandmother is willing to tell stories, and suddenly found that stupid child is not stupid that day. That day, I dragged a silly child to find a distant relative who could calculate divination. "The child has a stubborn temper and high understanding. Do you think you will get ahead in the future? " "The child don't talk, still can have development? Isn't it silly to be a teacher? My granddaughter is the best! " Grandma was angry when she heard it: "My baby can't be bad. If you don't believe me, we'll see. "

Silly boy thought, then I'll prove it to him. Silly children can still draw, read and have dreams in their hearts, but they still can't talk. After more than ten years, I mistakenly thought that the fortune teller was really stupid, and the dumb and dumb children entered the campus with books and really became stupid teachers.

Second, borrow courage.

Stupid children are not only born dull, but also simple and honest. Mother always said to her, "You were chubby when you were born, and even your chin was double-layered. You are so cute when you smile. Your grandfather doesn't like girls. He glanced at you in front of the car and left a sentence. What a silly girl. "

Silly girl is really true, always so sincere and never lies. Silly children like what they like, whether it's delicious or fun. If you want to give it to someone, someone must take it away. Otherwise, she will cry and say nothing. In autumn, my brother and I carried beans together. My brother was playful and threw beans all over the floor to her. Mother scolded the stupid child for telling the truth. My brother poked his head out from behind and made a face: this sister is hopeless, stupid and stubborn, and she is simply a little fool.

The silly child is a little fat, and every run is like turning a small basket. Competing with friends, there are still some unfinished business. On that moonlit night, I played hide and seek with my friends. Hiding in hiding, the moon climbed to the top of the tree with a smile, and the fine sweat dyed the flower clothes red.

In the moonlight on the riverbank, I don't know who is shouting: no! Lu was pleasantly surprised. The silly child's face changed with fear, and the other children looked around. The silly child stood on the bank of a small river, so surprised that he didn't know where to go. Crying and screaming are partners. The silly child can't run, and his nose and tears are tearing. This time, he was really scared. When I got home, I cried and made trouble for two or three days.

Grandma likes silly children and says she is smart, sensible and filial. Sitting around the hot kang in rainy days, the neighborhood is carefree and laughing. Stupid children prefer grandma. They are warm and gentle, and can tell stories: cowboys did bad things, raised whips and damaged crops. Lei Gong got angry and punished him. He knelt on the ground and carried a whip on his back, engraved with striking Chinese characters, always warning the world that everything has a cause and effect. One story is related to another. Foxes and ghosts are amazing. Punishing evil and promoting good is the truth.

Silly children are often dumbfounded, afraid to go out at night, for fear of meeting the characters in grandma's story and covering themselves with quilts. The silly child kept beating drums in his heart, staring at his eyes and afraid to fall asleep. "Grandma, is there really such a magical fox ghost in this world? What should I do if I accidentally meet you one day? No matter where I hide, they can see me? " "Silly boy, the living didn't see it anyway. A story is a story, and you don't care if you do good. "

Silly children are timid from now on, afraid to stay at home alone in the dark, afraid to walk alone at night, and even speak softly. One rainy night, there was no electric light. There was a faint light in the thatched cottage and an oil lamp was flashing. The silly child looked out of the window and the night was dark. Knock-knock-knock-knock, a few times, and occasionally some strange sounds came from the window. "Grandma, grandma, no, what's outside? It's not the fox in your story, is it? " "Silly boy, it should be a frog who just went down the mountain. I'll open the window to see. Maybe I'll jump in. " The silly child was dubious. Sure enough, he saw two frogs jumping in from the gap under the window in tandem, and the silly child was happy. "Why did they jump in? Are you hungry or homesick? " "Silly children, they only recognize light, they are here to hide from the rain." Stupid children think with their heads tilted, which makes people impatient. Silly children know that there are no foxes in the world, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Silly children still think there is a tail behind them when they walk at night. A meow can frighten him to cry, and the more he looks back, the more afraid he is. Grandma said: "When killing Nian pig, children can't eat pig's tail." "I didn't eat the pig's tail. Why are you still afraid? " "Then you can borrow courage. Silly children are timid. " It took the silly child a long time to understand that it is a joke to borrow courage.

The river is full of layers of green flowers, ducks are swaying in a long array, and the wild vegetables in the field are green and smiling. Silly children always pick them up together. It was a clear sky in Wan Li just now, and suddenly my face changed in a thunderstorm. The silly child ran with a basket in a panic, with his little feet crooked on the muddy path. Lightning seems to have feet and always runs after silly children. Grandma said that the barbed wire of the big tree is not a place to shelter from the rain. Silly children have to travel with their partners in the rain. Sweat and rain can't tell what it is. Silly child thinks: Don't be afraid of thunder, you can grow up bravely.

I don't know how many years later, the grown-up silly children will still be afraid when they hear thunder. The story of childhood is engraved in my heart and still picturesque.

Third, the salesman's dream

Stupid children love learning and are more playful. They were born and raised in the countryside. There is more food and less rations at home, and the taste of starvation can't run away. I often listen to my stomach growling. I always hear my grandmother sigh: "this man is busy in the production team all year round." Sadly, not only did he get less work, but he didn't even have enough food. "

Silly children can't understand adults' things and are bent on finding their own paradise. After school early that day, the silly child ran home with his schoolbag on his back, laughing and jumping. As soon as I entered the room, I cried hungry and rummaged everywhere. I have nothing to eat, which is really annoying.

"Grandma, grandma, why does our family always eat?" "Silly boy, you are hungry again. Go out to play first, and grandma will make you something to eat in the evening. " "Well, Grandma, I am the best." The stupid child went to the water tank and scooped up a bowl of water. He poured it down, pressed his stomach in disappointment, and it was really helpless to fill his stomach. I found my sewing pocket and turned and ran out to find my partner.

Xiaoying, dressed in newly bought flowery clothes, was holding a fragrant white-flour bun in her hand, laughing while eating, and shaking her hand at the silly child: "Come here, I want to play with you." "I won't play with you, the swallow is waiting for me." The silly child looked at the bun in his hand, growled for a while, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pursed his lips and turned to look for the swallow.

"Swallow, why does Xiaoying always have white bread?" "Her father is in the supply and marketing cooperative and eats state treasury grain at home." "What is the supply and marketing cooperatives? What is the national treasury grain? " "I don't know. According to my mother, the supply and marketing cooperative is a place where we buy delicious food, and the national treasury grain can probably eat white bread. " "Oh, no wonder Xiaoying is different from us." The silly child cocked his feet, looked up and touched a handful of fresh elm money, feeling that his mouth was sweet and his heart was full of dreams of white flour buns.

The sun twisted down the hill, the branches stretched out their shadows to sleep, the bells of cattle and sheep rang in the small mountain village, and the ducks who came home late lined up to sing. The small cloth pocket is covered with mud, and the silly child is reluctant to go home. "Silly boy, eat while it's hot, eat slowly and stop choking." Grandma took out the hot jiaozi, and the silly child wolfed down his stomach. "Grandma, when can I eat white flour buns? I saw Xiaoying eating ""silly child, greedy? Grandma's jiaozi is no worse than her steamed bread. If you really want to eat white bread, then study hard, and my baby will be able to eat state grain in the future. "

The silly child has a dream since then. When you grow up, you must eat state treasury grain and let the whole family follow suit. Grandpa found some soybeans, added some water and saccharin, and put them on the lid of the lunch box to heat and stir fry. Listening to the crackling beans in the distance, grandpa's craftsmanship is really good. The sweet and delicious beans are wonderful, and the house is full of beans. If you want to see a wild movie, homemade snacks are of course essential.

Silly children are only in the first grade, and they come back from school early when they work in the fields. Pull a hemp rope as a rubber band and jump around. If an adult's words are thrown behind his head, he accidentally trips over the rope and his right wrist can't move. The silly child cried so badly that he found that his bone was dislocated and it hurt.

The silly child had to go to the county hospital by car, and the doctor put a plaster on his wrist. Silly children wipe their tears with their arms, and fathers talk only when they meet acquaintances. Silly children look at everything strangely, and it is not easy to find their way into the county for the first time.

Only when the radio is noisy in the crowd does the silly child realize that it is not good to walk around. Dad, dad, where are you? Shouting at the top of my lungs attracted passers-by to look down curiously. Stupid children are always timid and afraid to shout when they meet too many strangers.

The silly child wiped his tears and searched back and forth along the original road. When he saw his father in the crowd, he jumped with joy: "Dad, I'm coming, I'm coming, I almost didn't find it." "Silly boy, where to go without saying hello. Dad hasn't seen anyone for a long time, and his mouth is bubbling, angry and anxious. You must not run around like a wild child in the future. "

"Dad, I was wrong. There are too many people in this city to find. " "Silly boy, I'll take you to the department store and then go home." There are so many goods in the department store that the silly child looks at the salesman and envies him: there is everything to eat and use here. It must be good for him to grow up as a salesman here.

Silly children's dreams are not simple. In order not to starve, to make bread with white flour, and to dream in the city, they must become salespeople when they grow up. I don't know how many years later, the salesman's dream has failed and he walked into the campus with books.