Several students are talking about interesting childhood stories. Can you tell them, too?

When I was a child, I spent most of my time at my grandmother's house, which lived in a small village next to Xinli Lake in Changchun. There are mountains and waters there, and there are also wonderful and happy times in my childhood.

The village is surrounded by green hills and trees. In summer, the running water in front of the door flows day and night, and it is very pleasant to catch loaches and tadpoles inside. Looking up, in the dense pine forest on the mountain in the distance, there are several cows eating grass leisurely, and all kinds of unknown birds are flying up and down, singing, compared with colorful butterflies and colorful flowers. Plus, the sun father-in-law sprinkled a little gold from the gap between the trees, and the mountains were really beautiful! Xinli Lake on the other side of the mountain is like a pearl in the spring city flowing under the blue sky and white clouds.

There are several vines planted in front of grandma's house. Every summer, the vines happily climb to the eaves, grow green and transparent leaves, and some vines hang down clusters of grapes. Especially in the morning, it is covered with crystal dew. At this time, I involuntarily moved to a small stool and stood on it to pick grapes, but how can I pick them when the grape rack is so high? Saliva will flow out from time to time, which is really eye-catching! At this time, if grandma sees it, she will definitely help me pick it off and let me eat enough at a time. So I like grandma best.

It was a hot noon, and it was as hot as a fire outside. Frogs squatted under the lotus leaves to enjoy the cool, and the little fish swam under the cool water, but I had to rest under the grape trellis in a little flower skirt. Because it was too hot, I couldn't sleep, so I called grandma to play with me. Grandma didn't want to take me out on a hot day, so I kept making trouble next to grandma, not pulling my hair, clothes and arms. Grandma had no choice but to take me to the mountains. By the way, I picked up the small bamboo basket at the door. In the mountains, it seems that everything is my world. Run, jump and catch birds. Grandma stopped me and told me to stay close to her, but I left her sight for a while.

Because dandelions are everywhere in the valley ahead, small yellow flowers are all over the valley. I ran forward and picked one flower here and one flower there. There were too many! I put the flowers I picked together and called grandma to come here quickly, because the small bamboo basket is in grandma's hand. When grandma came over, I put the flowers I picked in a small bamboo basket, which was full. Looking at my busy little appearance, grandma smiled and I smiled.

childhood life is beautiful, and every day at grandma's house is happy. I miss my childhood, the mountains and rivers there, and grandma more.