Write stories about childhood.

What stories did you make up when you wrote your composition as a child?

Wallace Huo was born in a family of civil servants. My ancestral home is Longkou, Shandong. When my father was 3 years old, my grandfather, who was the president of the High Court in Hainan, moved to Taiwan Province Province from Hainan Island with his family. After arriving in Taiwan Province, Wallace Huo's grandfather continued to work in the legal system. 1969, president of the supreme court of Taiwan Province province. He is a veteran of the legal profession and judicial authority in Taiwan Province Province. He stopped the case at the age of 87. Wallace Huo's parents both work in the legal department, and his eldest brother Huo Jianyuan is a policeman. Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are all legal workers, and family members hope that the youngest son can do the same. But Wallace Huo liked singing when he was young. He always dreamed of making records and becoming a singer.

Write a 400-word composition describing the story that happened in the countryside when I was a child.

When describing stories that happened in rural areas as children, descriptive expressions should be supplemented; In order to make the narrative process reveal a sense of color, it needs to be supplemented by lyric expression; In order to make the people and things described meaningful, it needs to be supplemented by discussion and expression. In the process of narration, some places need to be explained, and this expression needs to be supplemented. The flexible use of comprehensive expression techniques can make the narrative more expressive and appealing.

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I love the country because it has mountains, water and children.

Parents at the weekend took me to the countryside to play. Grandma saw me coming and said she wanted me to choose shepherd's purse as jiaozi. I agreed happily.

We walked into the vegetable field in the scorching sun, and a smell of earth came to our nostrils. Wow! There are yellow, red and green colored peppers, light green cabbages and green peas, which are colorful and dazzling. It really makes my mouth water! I searched and searched, and finally found the small shepherd's purse field.

Grandma silently picked shepherd's purse, and every time she picked a few, she got up and beat her waist. Looking uncomfortable, sweat rolled down her forehead.

I saw grandma's hard work. Just when I wanted to help a bunch of grandmothers, I heard a familiar cry "Tian". When I turned around, I found that it was my grandmother's neighbor, my little friend Huang Yaru. I said to her happily, "Yaru, you came at the right time. Look at my grandmother's difficulty in picking shepherd's purse. Why don't you ... "I told her my plan and she readily agreed.

We asked grandma to sit down and rest first and picked it up by herself. Grandma was very happy. She praised us for helping her. Because picking by ourselves is too boring, we both suggest a competition to see who picks more.

The game has started. At first, I picked slowly, glancing at her while picking. I saw her pick several shepherd's purse in the blink of an eye, but I finally picked one.

I was in a hurry to catch up with her, but my hands didn't work. What should I do? I stamped my foot in a hurry and sweat came out of my head. Seeing time is running out, let's take a look at Huang Yaru. Her side has piled up into hills, and there are only a few beside me. I can't help it I can only give up.

Grandma smiled and counted the dishes we picked. Yaru picked 23, and I only had 10. I asked Yaru enviously, "Did you pick it so fast?" I saw her say, "I often help my grandfather. I have practiced!" " I nodded, thinking that I must help my family do more work in the future to make my skills flexible.

"I know, I know." As night fell, the textile girl sang in the tree in front of the house. The song is really beautiful, and it also plays a lullaby, so that people who have worked hard all day can fall asleep sweetly. I am no exception. I was crazy in the field all day and fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

The footprint of composition growth is 500 words, and it is necessary to write about childhood.

Pick up the footprints of growing up in the sun

Once upon a time, I was fascinated to hide in the corner for a period of time, quietly missing a growing palm print. -inscription

Holding the innocent skirt, I stumbled to bid farewell to childishness and fell into a strange environment-loneliness. I have been groping, sweating, and watching the sailboat of hope get lost in the whirlpool. It turns out that the drift bottle is like an expired ticket, and I don't know the news. As a result, the dream suddenly broke like glass in the eyes, and the lost heart sighed alone at Genting. When there is a haze in the distant sky, it never stops raining. Walking in the street, I accidentally saw a woman walking slowly on the zebra crossing in the middle of the road. She, eating melon seeds, is not elegant. However, in the torrential rain, occasionally passing cars whizzed past her, and she hit me calmly and serenely. Who else can calmly eat melon seeds and walk safely in such adversity? Just like this rain, even if it pours down, it can't stop growth. Fog can tell the direction. One summer night, the brightest star turned into a light fire that condensed in my palm every night. I started chasing with a smile. I want to learn a song on the way and sing it to Shan. Take a bunch of sunshine and give it to the pine forest; Pick up a red leaf and iron it in your heart; Don't want a daisy to bring unbeaten spring. Looking back frequently, what you get is not necessarily the gold powder memory of the distant mountain. Perhaps a wish to see the clouds was shattered in Yan's study, or perhaps a good date was lost by the residual lotus listening to the rain. Loss and pain will not be absent in growth, what is important is how to feel their value with your heart. People always overlap a life in different pains. If there is no such overlap in life, it is impossible to achieve its tenacity and breadth. Growth is like a heavy letter. If you don't experience the wind and rain on the road, you can't get where you want to go. At any time, pain is no reason for indulgence. I have always believed that growth is the naked miracle in the world. It makes people learn to care in warmth, ignite hope again and again, and write sweetly again and again; However, it clearly has a stubborn hard bone bulge, which makes people understand strength and responsibility in the mud. Growth is a kind of greatness that is constantly reviewed in ordinary pain. I wake up in pain and trudge on the road of growth ... I often wonder where the end of growth is and what kind of girl I will become in the future. Is that so? Simple eyebrows, stubborn lips, watery eyes, gentle smile like the wind, and occasional tears can't stop your full sincerity. It's low-key. No, it's calm. This calm passion can't be concealed. I like to travel, I like to record moving moments in words, I like literature, and I am so persistent. I always adhere to my own style, unrestrained, like a pine tree, free and happy to grow into a unique, an art, when I stand in front of those unparalleled beauty for a long time, from different angles, with different eager eyes to look up. They always give me inexplicable feelings and heartfelt sighs. I finally found that there is such a simple world outside the noisy world, and here, my mind is really full, and I really grow up in the harvest season. This mental growth has transformed my soul into the color of life. Some people say that if a wish in this world is frequently noticed, it will lay the groundwork and wait for the afterlife to pursue and stay together. Then, please let me appreciate the happiness and hardship of growing up all my life, and let me pick up the footprints of growing up in the sun. I believe that the warmest comes from the coldest, and the warmest is actually an understanding of the coldest. I believe that growth teaches us not only tolerance and sentiment, but also a belief that flowers can wither, but it will never be spring.

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Footprint of growth

The footprint of growing up, from the past to the present, is my best memory ... During my growing up, I grew up in a happy life under the care of my parents. In the process of my growth, I kept learning new knowledge and constantly realized the hardships and happiness in my study and life. Day after day, year after year, flowers bloom and fall quietly.

Suddenly I heard a friend say that his birthday was coming. I smiled and wished him a happy birthday on his thirteenth birthday. It suddenly occurred to me that this year is 8.25, and I am 13 years old. It's almost 13 years before I know it, so I have to say something tacky-how time flies! In retrospect, I really experienced a lot, grew a lot and understood a lot.

When I was a child, I always liked to run across the pond and leave footprints, and then I looked back at my masterpiece and ran away with a smile ... I also left footprints on the road of growth. These footprints are deep and shallow, and each footprint contains a story. ......

At that time, when I was young, I was naive, naughty, lively and smart. At that time, I cried every day for adults to tell stories with me and play games that bothered adults. Once, I was seriously ill, and my parents took turns to stay with me in the hospital for a month. At that time, I really realized the care of my parents.

When I was a child in kindergarten, it was my happiest time. At that time, I was carefree. I started playing fan cards with my classmates after class every day, and my nose was running out. Just waving my sleeve. It's really funny to think about it now.

Then I went to primary school. This made me realize for the first time that the things stuck together with black characters printed on thin paper were called "books", and I learned a lot one by one for the first time. Growing up made me get rid of my naughty childhood, let me know what to do and what not to do, and also know to finish my homework. Growing up really brings people joys and sorrows.

Now it seems that at that time, I was just a naive, ridiculous, lovely and naughty child. I couldn't believe it. My nose was almost running out. I was the kid who ran away with a wave of his sleeve.

Now, on the road of our growth, we may encounter bumps and misfortunes. Growth is a familiar and unfamiliar word.

Now, I am more and more aware of my parents' love for me, that kind of selfless love. When I get to middle school, I have to get up early every day because I have to go to school early. But after a hard day, my mother got up earlier than me. Whenever breakfast is almost ready, I start to wash my face and brush my teeth. After washing, I had breakfast and started a day of study and life.

Grow up! You are like an earthquake monitor, recording all traces and updating them from time to time; When I grow up, you are like a tree ring, recording the storms I have experienced; Grow up! You are like a calculator. As soon as you go to zero, everything disappears.

I grew up anywhere.

My fourth mother told me how to write a story composition when I was a child.

[composition listening to my mother telling stories about my childhood] My mother often said that my childhood stories were funny and I did something that made my family laugh and cry. I heard my mother tell the story of my childhood. One sunny afternoon, my mother and I were at home. After a while, my mother came up to me and said softly, Daughter, my mother told you an interesting story when I was a child. At that time, you were only three or four years old, and an interesting thing happened in your grandmother's house about your childhood. Your grandfather made a bottle of yellow wine and put it in a coke bottle. You just walked into the room, and soon, you saw a bottle of Coca-Cola in a corner of the living room. You immediately picked up Coca-Cola and took a few sips. Later, you drank it and felt something was wrong, so you stopped and cried: Ah! Why ... bitter and sweet? What the hell is this? Your grandfather saw it, walked up to you and said kindly, silly boy, this is yellow wine, not coke. You can't drink it. Just smiled and said to grandpa: grandpa, I just thought this bottle of yellow wine was coke! So I took a few sips. Your words made your grandparents laugh on the spot. Through my mother's story about my childhood, I learned that I was really funny and cute when I was a child. Grade 5 of Shi Lan Primary School, Chancheng District, Foshan City, Guangdong Province: Yu Lirong

Write a composition about your childhood.

Just write down the stupid things you did when you were a child.

An essay entitled "Celebrity's Childhood Story"

Celebrity story

Premier Zhou's simple living

Premier Zhou Enlai lives in the West Flower Hall and leads a simple life. This can be seen from the house and yard where he lives. He has not been allowed to decorate and renovate his house and yard since he moved in.

In the early 1960s, the staff around Zhou Enlai took advantage of Premier's overseas visit to protect and strengthen the building. They only did some simple interior decoration and replaced curtains, washbasins and bathtubs. Zhou Enlai was very angry when he came home and severely criticized them. Afterwards, he earnestly said to the people around him: "As the Prime Minister, I made a good start and had a great influence; It has damaged the head and affected a large area. Therefore, I must be strict with myself ... What do the people think of you spending so much money to repair my house so well? Once everyone learns to build a house, what kind of influence will it have in the crowd? " Zhou Enlai's remarks are thought-provoking. Since then, no one has dared to mention the decoration of the house.

Deng said in his memorial to: In the early days of liberation, you happened to see this blooming courtyard of begonia and fell in love with it. You have chosen this yard and lived in this yard where begonia is in full bloom for 26 years. It has always maintained the solemn, quiet, beautiful and simple style of the founding Prime Minister.

As Marshal Chen Yi said, "A clean and honest Zhou Enlai also runs the country with integrity."

Funny Rola Chen.

In the early days of the People's Republic of China, Chen Yi was the mayor of Shanghai. I once gave a speech to a business person. There were precious flowers and exquisite tea sets on the podium. As soon as Chen Yi came to power, he said, "I am easily excited when I speak, and I easily dance when I am excited. If these things on the lecture table are damaged by me, the mayor of my supply system really can't afford to pay for them. Therefore, it is best to get rid of these things first when requesting the support of the host of the conference. " The participants immediately gave a relaxed laugh.

At a meeting in the 1960s, Chen Yi shouted loudly for the implementation of the intellectual policy: "You can't put the hat of bourgeois intellectuals who have been reformed and tested for decades on all intellectuals!" Speaking of this, Chen Yi took off his hat, bowed to the delegates attending the meeting, and then said loudly: "Today, I took off my hat for you!" This sincere feeling and just right sense of humor moved the participants.

Most of Chen Yi's speeches don't have to be written. However, he is eloquent, and Kan Kan also talked about this point, often convincing the audience with clever and interesting words. At a meeting, someone saw him holding a manuscript paper and looked down from time to time, only to find that it was a blank piece of paper. "Manager Chen, how can you use a blank speech?" He was asked after the meeting. He replied, "I don't need a manuscript. People will say I'm not serious and talk nonsense."

* * * and General Luo Ruiqing.

Luo Ruiqing is a famous strategist in China. 1906 was born in Nanchong county, Sichuan province. 1926 joined the China Youth League and studied at the Whampoa Military Academy Wuhan Branch in the same year. 1928 was transferred from * * * Youth League to China * * *. 1929 Join the Chinese Red Army of Workers and Peasants. During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, he served as the director and vice president of education of China People's Anti-Japanese Military and Political University, and the director of the Eighth Route Army Political Department. During the war of liberation, he held various positions. After the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC), he successively served as Minister of Public Security of People's Republic of China (PRC), Commander and Political Commissar of the Public Security Army, Vice Premier the State Council, Secretary General of the Central Military Commission, Chief of Staff of the China People's Liberation Army, Deputy Minister of National Defense and Director of the Office of National Defense Industry, and Secretary General of the Central Military Commission.

Luo Ruiqing was awarded the rank of General 1955 for his outstanding military contributions over the years.

Liu Bocheng, the army god.

Liu Bocheng (1892- 1986), * * * and Guo yuanshuai. Formerly known as Liu, he was born in Kaixian County, Sichuan Province. 19 1 1 Revolution of 1911 broke out 10 In June, he joined the student army in Wanxian, Sichuan. Thus began a 70-year military career.

19 12 Spring, Liu Bocheng was admitted to Chongqing Army General School. He graduated ahead of schedule at the end of the year, joined the 5th Division of Sichuan Army as a trainee platoon leader, and joined the "second revolution" against Yuan Shikai with the Ministry. During the war, Liu Bocheng was promoted to company commander for meritorious service.

19 15 12 in Fuling, Sichuan, Liu Bocheng formed the fourth detachment of the Sichuan national defense army and participated in the second anti-yuan war, that is, the national defense war. 1965438+In March, 2006, Liu Bocheng was shot twice in the head and seriously injured in his right eye when he led the troops to attack Fengdu. Due to the limited medical conditions at that time, it was useless to protect the cranial nerves when German doctors removed his right eyeball. At the beginning of the operation, Liu Bocheng was holding his post, sweating profusely and saying nothing, and the operation was successfully completed. Dr. Wo couldn't help but say with emotion: "You are not a soldier, but a military god! Army god! There is really the spirit of scraping bones and healing in Guan Yunchang, the Three Kingdoms! " .

Zhu De —— From saving the country through education to joining the army.

Marshal Zhu De, 1886, 1 was born in Li Jiawan, Yilong County, Sichuan Province in February. For generations, they lived by renting out the land of landlords, and worked hard all the year round to make ends meet. A few hours before Zhu De was born, Zhu De's mother was still working. Zhu Desheng was born in such a family that he began to do what he could from an early age. When I was five years old, I went up the mountain to cut wood and grass.

Zhu De was able to go to school because he adopted his childless uncle Zhu Shilin, who liked him very much and changed his fate. At the age of six, Zhu De entered a private school. At the age of twenty, he entered Nanchong County Middle School. A year later, he was admitted to the sports school affiliated to Sichuan higher education institutions. Because of the influence of bourgeois democratic thought here, the consciousness of saving the country through education has emerged. After graduation, on 1908, several classmates and friends were invited back to Yilong County to organize a higher primary school, and Zhu Deren was appointed as the school's physical education teaching and general affairs. The number of students has increased rapidly from a few to more than 70. Although schools were established, local tyrants and evil gentry opposed new ideas and suppressed education. The darkness of society, the sufferings of the people and the decay of the ruling class made Zhu De realize that education could not save the country. He resolutely abandoned religion to join the army and embarked on a tortuous and great revolutionary road.

My childhood story is 500 words, online, etc.

I remember when I was five years old, my parents decided to take me to the hospital for flu vaccination because I often caught a cold.

When I got to the hospital, I asked my mother, "Is it my arm or * * *?" Mom said, "Of course, the arm is vaccinated." I listened to it and thought: fortunately, it's not * * *, otherwise I won't be able to "touch" the chair tomorrow.

I arrived at the injection room and waited for about 10 minutes. It's my turn A nurse aunt wearing a white coat and a swallow-tailed hat gently said to me, "Little sister, don't be afraid. Injection is painless. " After listening to the nurse, I felt a little calmer. I saw the nurse's aunt skillfully put the needle into the medicine bottle to suck medicine, but when I saw the nurse's aunt holding a sharp needle, my newly calmed heart suddenly rushed to my throat again.

The injection started, and my aunt stuck the needle in my shoulder. "ouch!" I let out a scream at once. The nurse said to me; "Nothing, it will be fine in a minute." The nurse hurriedly finished the water and asked me to press the "small wound" with a cotton swab. Although the wound still hurts, I finally relaxed.

It turns out that the injection is not as terrible as I thought. When I walked out of the hospital, I felt that the sun seemed brighter.

A composition about the story of childhood growth

The blue dream sleeps in a quietly passing car.

The beautiful child got lost in the path.

This is an eternal and beautiful life.

No tears, no sadness.

-Wang Feng's Fireworks

I haven't touched this term for a long time, childhood.

Such an era of white and green. Perseveringly believe that tomato sauce dyed the sunset red; Under the old willow tree in Croknack, there lived a grandmother who could tell stories. Dolls will dance by themselves when no one is around; Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet in the sky every year. Grandma also said that if a grain of rice falls to the ground, the wolf will eat you in the middle of the night, and the dragon king who plays with the dough will come down to take you away. Therefore, we are always careful when eating. When adults wrapped jiaozi, they watched eagerly but never dared to take away the clean dough. They just expect the dumpling skin to fall to the ground and then pick it up with joy. They will also remember to run out and expose the dirty place to the sky, tell the dragon king that I am a good boy, and then play it from white to black.

Childhood dreams are always full of colorful colors, including the dreams of the Monkey King and Donald Duck-by the way, at that time, it was also called a robot cat, blue and round, with a big mouth when laughing and silly eyes when crying. That was my favorite cartoon in my childhood. Every afternoon at six o'clock, it's robot cat time that no one bothers, and CCTV seems to suddenly shine. The opening song of children's voice is so beautiful. It flies around in that song, with a small propeller on its head and a clear light ice blue sky in the background, which makes people want to laugh. At that time, there was always a drawer in the room, waiting for Doraemon to come inadvertently one day. No matter how careless you are, you will remember to open the drawer slightly when you sleep. Its head is so big that it hurts when you hit it.

Until now, when I close my eyes, I always feel that the sunshine at that time spread in the air, lazy but warm, wrapped me like syrup, and the whole person was brittle. When I take a bite, it sounds squeaky and smells heartbreaking. ...

When I was a child, my playmate was a girl named Xiaoman, with big and round eyes, slightly raised eyebrows, curly hair and a love of playing-this is quite right with me. At that time, the most played and equally popular game was probably house playing. We call it "cooking every house". At that time, we had a place that other children envied-her grandmother's vegetable garden. It is a garden full of green, wild flowers and weeds. Fold off a leaf and a rhizome, and milky juice will flow out from it. We treat it as milk and collect it carefully, but often we can't even collect a plastic bottle bottom, so we have to give up. In a corner of the vegetable garden, there is a pile of bricks left by grandma when she built the carport. That's our baby. Scrape bricks with sharp stones, collect red crumbs falling from them, and then soak them all in water to make red liquid. This is our "juice". After the rain, the flowers are in full bloom. We carefully pick the petals, carefully cut them into pieces of equal size with a knife, and add water to make the petal soup. At that time, we will ask grandma to give us a small spoon, and then feed it to the doll bite by bite-the doll is regarded as a princess by us, so we should be very careful when feeding it.

How many beautiful afternoons were spent in such bright green. At that time, it seemed that there would always be an inexhaustible sun shining, shining, bright and full of energy everywhere. It's really simple and shallow happiness, and the rain is as wet as the wind. Never forget, never forget.

Childhood books are always magical and imposing. The wolf will pretend to be sick, the tiger will play down a peg or two, the eaten lamb will be rescued from the belly of the black bear by the hunter, and Little Red Riding Hood will always be the winner. Because you are young, everything is brand new. Fairy tales of Snow White and Cinderella, stories of Mother Sheep and Rabbit. Watch it once, watch it twice, and you can never get tired of it. The end of things is always "everyone lives happily ever after", which makes people's mouth rise. I always liked Clamp at that time, so I firmly believe that when I find a four-leaf clover, I will be happy. Childhood books are the most colorful. The world shrinks into a piece of paper, with endless sweet secrets and heavy fragrance, wrapping the fallen people; Above is the wind blowing from the high sky, which has become the softest whisper when landing. It says that we can embrace each other across the world and tell our worries when we grow up. The invisible angel took away this little thought and blossomed everywhere all the time. This is the ordinary joy. -I believe that in this "ordinary", there is the deepest truth in life. Birds sing in the wind, flowers shine in the snow, and beautiful children have a quiet dream. Such an auspicious and stable dream needs to be believed and appreciated.

Childhood is really like this. Lying on the roof, the big man's cloud ate the little man's cloud; On the frolicking grass, crickets in summer are flapping their wings vigorously, which is a beautiful ballad; Little Square, which fought in the mud, has been paved with beautiful and hard tiles, but at that time it was full of green joy, or it was quietly issued from the depths of the earth's crust; In front of the demolished kindergarten, grandma's trolley full of popsicles still appears day after day, from which you can still find the familiar kind smile; In the sunset, there will be children who are sketched thin. They understand that delaying the setting of the sun is to let them go home in the light; Fairy tales tell every child without exception that the world is a happy paradise; The cartoon continues. Trees will be green every year like last year. Children will sing "Remember when I was a child, you loved to chat and I loved to laugh". There are flowers in spring, rain in summer, leaves in autumn and snow in winter.

Life, how beautiful.

And those good days, those good people, those non-stop jointing growth, have all passed. Because we can no longer spread our hair like deep grass and deep trees; Can't be moved by countless simple pleasures, but stop running; Can no longer "cry and forget"; You can't imagine flying into the sky in the ripples of a swing. Although we love the mellow and warm world, no one can live on the Neverland forever like Peter Pan. Behind us, there is already a ghost of reality. As we all know, people don't know where they are, but the green waves still flow eastward.

A composition about childhood stories

There are too many interesting stories in my childhood to talk about, so I wrote this sequel. My childhood anecdotes are very interesting. Please see my funny events.

When I was a child, my pronunciation was not standard and I often joked. One day, I found a bottle of soda delicious. The name is funny, "Snow". I want to show my mother this strange soda. "Mom, this bottle of soda is really delicious, but the name is too strange, Xue." Mother laughed her head off when she heard this. Then he said to me, "This soda is not called snow, but Sprite." I blush like a ripe persimmon. One afternoon, my mother's good friend asked me what to eat for lunch. I said, "seal soup." Mom's good friend said: "Your family is really rich, eat seal soup." My mother became my translator. "Seal soup is seaweed soup." . Mom's friend said, "Haha, your child needs to practice speaking." I blush like a monkey.

My funny story is very funny! If you have any interesting stories about your childhood, please tell me.

Childhood fun

Some people say that life is colorful, then I will say that my childhood is golden. Little by little in my childhood filled me with happiness.

"Hey, Xiao Pang, are you bored today? I'll treat you to dinner after school. " I smiled and said, "How boring that is! Besides, ya ya, you are so thin that it doesn't hurt to eat a meal. What about me? My mother is in charge of me now. If I add 0. 1 kg, I will die. " Xiao Pang shook his head helplessly.

"You said, if you put 502 into the keyhole of our old headmaster, do you think he will have a flat tire?" Xiao pang said to me. "Let's give it a try." I can't help but bite the bullet and answer, "But yes, but what if I get caught?" "If you find it, you will find it."

Actions speak louder than actions. We first went to the supermarket to buy a 502, and then we started to act.

Let's learn from the spies in the movies. Let's look around for cameras first. No, it is safe. Everyone agreed that I would keep watch and Xiao Pang would be in charge of the work. We did it meticulously. "Hurry up, someone may be on campus!" "I'm still a little scared." I see, don't worry, there won't be any mistakes! "You know, to be on the safe side, we also put the transparent nail polish we just bought on our hands.

"What are you doing?" "ah!" At first glance, alas, what a pity! It's the old headmaster! My mother Mia, the old headmaster, is a tenor, isn't she? The sound was so stunned that even chubby 502 fell to the ground.

"Oh, I really can't help you. Go to the next room and get the open bottle. Hurry up, I'll show you later. " The old headmaster stared at us, and his eyes were about to fall.

We hurried to the next door, and I thought as I ran: He won't treat us like boiled chicken, will he? Then we are toad skin. ...

We carefully handed the water bottle to the old headmaster. He immediately poured boiling water into the keyhole and shouted, "Step aside, step aside." The water flowed downwards, and so did our hanging hearts.

After a bottle of water was poured out, Master Henggu 502 was scalded by a small amount of boiling water. The old headmaster tried to open the door with a key, and it really deserved the name "Ginger is still spicy". The old headmaster seemed to be still angry and said to us with a straight face, "Go in and think it over for me." "This ... this ..." It's over. The old headmaster wants to invite "Emperor Ama". It is inevitable that this stick will burn meat. Maybe he will be expelled from school. Sadly, there are two more vagrants in the world ... the more I think about it, the sadder it gets. Tears can't help dripping down.

The old headmaster came over and said, "if you still cry, I will give you these tearful faces." Go back and write a review. The review is not profound and the consequences are at your own risk. "

"Well, write a review today?" I stole a look at the old headmaster and seemed to see a smile on his face.

I love my golden childhood, although it has been getting farther and farther away from me with the passage of time, but the interesting things of my childhood will remain in my heart forever!