Stupid childhood

Childhood life, like a clear stream, every drop of water brings infinite fun. Let me relive the bits and pieces of childhood.

When winter comes, the house becomes warm because of the heating. One noon, my parents and I ate around the table. Suddenly, I jumped up and my parents asked nervously, "What's the matter?" I pointed to the radiator behind me and said, "it ... it bullied me." Hearing this, dad smiled: "How did it bully you?" I pouted and said, "It hid behind me and turned me into a roast chicken." Dad asked inexplicably, "How did you become a roast chicken?" I replied loudly: "because I am a chicken!" " Dad said, "Never mind, our chickens are so smart that we can definitely figure out a good way."

Right, so I thought and thought ... Hey, I got it! After lunch, my parents went to bed. I came to the heater alone, moved a small chair and sat down, yelling at the heater. After a while, I stretched out my hand and touched it. "ah! What's wrong? " The radiator is still so hot! I breathed with confidence again. "Woo-"My cheeks are sore. At this time, mom and dad woke up. They watched me blow into the radiator and asked, "What are you doing?" I said indignantly, "I can't blow this thing cold." What should I do? " Mom and dad looked at each other, crying and laughing. They held me in their arms and said, "Silly girl, how can you blow the radiator cold?"

I looked at my mother, then at my father, and tears swirled in my eyes. My mother touched my head and said, "Never mind, our chicken is the best. If it bullies you again, mom will help you blow it, okay? " After listening to my mother's words, I immediately turned cloudy and sunny, showing a bright smile.

When I was a child, I was always stupid, but cute!

Silly childhood composition

Everyone's three years old is the best time to imitate. People who see more than 20 heads taller than themselves will follow suit and often make a lot of jokes. So is my three-year-old child. What I want to say this time is watering the flowers.

When I was three years old, I lived in my grandfather's house. The most common things that appeared in my sight were the precious flowers that grandpa brought for him. And every time I limped and shouted "I want to play, I want to play", grandpa always smiled and said "don't do this, don't do this", so I pulled. But when this conversation gradually increased, one afternoon my grandfather gave me a pot of flower buds, saying that it was for me to "raise".

Therefore, I wash my face with my grandfather every day. First, I laboriously filled my basin with water, and then dragged it out. Then I splashed water on the flowers with my meaty little hands, loosened the soil and scratched it with a wooden stick. But in the end, I always get mud all over my face, and my grandfather will never come to help me in the process. Alas, my miserable childhood! Time began to get longer, and the flow was very slow. After three days, the flowers didn't bloom, but grandpa's flowers bloomed after two days of watering. The little mind has become unbalanced. At that time, I couldn't tell the difference between the two flowers because they looked alike.

On the fourth morning, I occasionally heard grandma say that boiled water ... food ... once cooked, I could realize that boiled water can also make my buds bloom. When my grandparents took a nap, I took grandpa's cup, which was just boiled water poured by grandpa. I staggered, but walked very carefully to my flowerpot. Finally, I arrived. I squatted down and carefully poured boiling water into the flower root, while laughing happily. Suddenly, my center of gravity was unstable and I leaned back, and all the boiling water fell on me. I burst into tears at once. When my grandparents heard this, they quickly got up and sent me in. Afterwards, I always blamed my grandmother for cheating, and my grandfather didn't understand. When they found my idea, they all laughed and cried.

Ah, silly childhood, silly time, silly me!

Silly childhood composition

During the Spring Festival, my little cousin bought a hydrogen balloon and wore it on his hand every day. He couldn't put it down. My mother saw it and said to me, "You were good at studying hydrogen balloons when you were young." After listening to my mother, I suddenly remembered an interesting thing.

I remember the "Eleventh" when I was 3 years old. My mother bought me a hydrogen balloon in Crescent Lake Park. My mother wrapped the balloon rope in my hand and told me, "Don't let go casually, or the balloon will fly into the sky." When I first came into contact with a hydrogen balloon, I was curious: how did this balloon fly into the sky? Mom must be lying to me, so I let go of the balloon rope and the balloon floated into the sky. My mother looked at it with distress and bought me another one to go home. But when I got home, I immediately loosened the rope of the balloon and it rose to the roof. At this moment, a big question mark suddenly appeared in my young head. How does a hydrogen balloon fly into the sky? Is it equipped with a small motor But the small motor is heavier. Why is the balloon so light? What the hell is going on?

In the afternoon, when the adults were not in the room, I took a pair of scissors and poked the hydrogen balloon. Suddenly, the hydrogen balloon gasped and scared me. I thought there was a little man in it. I stabbed him to death and scared me to tears. I thought the little people in it would gasp and I would gasp, but why didn't I fly? I didn't find anything in it until the air inside was exhausted. But I have more question marks.

Later, I asked my mother why she brought me 100 thousand copies, and I realized that hydrogen is lighter than air. ...

Now that I think about it, childhood was really stupid, cute, happy and smart. However, I also fell in love with reading because books can let me know more knowledge.