The teacher shampooed the students' compositions.

Childhood is colorful, passionate and lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, but what about the fun of childhood?

Growing up, I hated washing my hair the most. I cry every time I wash my hair. But one morning, my mother mysteriously said to me, "Baby, shall we have a pattern shampoo today?"

I stare big eyes and look puzzled: I have only heard of synchronized swimming and figure skating, but I have never heard of synchronized shampoo. So I became curious and asked my mother, "What is pattern shampoo?"

"Don't you just try?"

I walked into the bathroom in fear and trembling and stood on the small bench. Mom opened the bottle cap of shampoo, and white shampoo was deposited in my head like the cream I usually eat. Later, my mother sprinkled some water on my little head and wiped my hair with shampoo. Suddenly, there is a small white snowball on my big head, like a crystal clear snowman. I put my hand over my mouth and giggled.

My mother asked me, "What animals do you usually like?"

I thought about it and replied, "I like the white rabbit."

As soon as my voice fell, my mother turned me into a lively little white rabbit with her dexterous hands. I'm so excited. I want my mother to exchange this one with the one next to my mother. My mother is like a magician. The foam on my head is in her hand, and all kinds of shapes are changing. Sometimes like a majestic polar bear, sometimes like a Xiaohua Mall with sharp ears, sometimes like an onion with bright red inside.

Happy childhood is like a light smoke blown away by a breeze and a mist evaporated by Chu Yang. That colorful time has become an eternal memory in my heart through careful taste.