Sour and sweet childhood life composition

The sweet and sour childhood life

Autumn is coming so quickly. Yesterday afternoon, I was wandering around in the gully, listening to the "chorus" of autumn cicadas, and looking at the beautiful scenery. The scene of pearly agate-like jujubes swaying gracefully on the branches. I picked one and put it in my mouth, tasting the sour and sweet jujubes. The sour taste reminded me of my childhood days of beating jujubes and poking honeycombs in the ravines in the countryside. Everything came to mind again.

The most unforgettable thing in life is my hometown and interesting childhood stories. I remember when I was a child during summer vacation, my mother put me in Pohe Village, east of the county seat of my grandmother’s home. I remember it was in the ravine slopes to the north of the village, and everyone in the village was busy. The place called "Xiayin Nian Hawali" has not been clear for many years as to why it is called this place. It may also be that there were many ravines here and wolves occasionally appeared in the countryside, so the homophonic name "Scare Wali" was used. There is no way to verify it. Now it is a beautiful countryside with many villages, and there are no more ravines. It was in this place that I almost grew up.

At that time, the native jujube trees grew as tall as a person. I was just over ten years old at that time, and I would play in the ravines with my childhood friends every day. It was the most beautiful and interesting place. The meaning is "beating jujubes and poking honeycombs". Every afternoon, when the whistle blows, seven or eight children in their 10s rush out of their homes, grab cicada traps, bamboo poles, and slingshots, and rush to the "front line". I still clearly remember one incident. Back when I reached out to pick dates from the jujube tree, I was so startled that cicadas flew away with a "squeak" all over the tree. Before I could walk away, I didn't expect that a hornet's nest as big as a small basketball was disturbed on the jujube tree and roared. There was a sting on my head, and two big blisters suddenly appeared on my head. I immediately ran away, and a swarm of wasps came after me. I was so anxious that I took off my clothes and beat me wildly. The wasps beat me more and more, and they clung to me, "Hurry up and crawl in." On the ground”! My friend reminded me, I hugged my head and lay motionless on the ground. The wasps circled in the air for a while and couldn't find me, so they slowly "returned to camp". Children in the countryside all know this. , Wasps like to chase people and attack moving targets. They will chase after any moving objects. Therefore, once you are attacked by a wasp, the best way is to lie down on the ground immediately and nothing will happen. I was stung, and three big blisters appeared on my head and eyelids. I shed tears from the pain, and it was not easy to cry in front of everyone. Looking at the big blisters on my face, my friends beside me laughed "gloatingly" about my misfortune. Get up. At that time, the children were all angry. They were stung and hurt. They were so angry that they cursed. They didn't believe that I couldn't cure this wasp. They hurriedly called for help, brought bamboo poles and tied them with cotton wool. I soaked a few taels of edible cotton oil from my grandma's house, lit it and sent it to the hive. However, the fire burned the hive with a whirring sound due to the dry climate and strong wind, and the wasp became a bee without a king. , Fei Fei bumped randomly, and a large number died, which made everyone extremely happy. They also found cooked bee pupae from the burnt hornet's nest, and everyone ate it with their mouths full of black, and they happily tasted the fresh food. I finally got out of my anger and relieved myself. The next day, a few of us troublemakers came up with another idea together. We bought a "thousand-character" red firecracker from a consignment point, peeled each one open, poured out the black gunpowder, and used cans and bottles to After loading it up, he quietly placed it under the hornet's nest he had just discovered. He jumped on the lit incense head with a bamboo pole from a distance, and lit the gunpowder bag. Only a coaxing sound was heard, and flames spread everywhere. A fire company came and burned the wasp. The "boom" was so fast and the flying was so fast. The scene was so joyful that I couldn't describe it. After the battle, as the sky darkened, everyone picked a few red and big jujubes, and they were full of vigor and vigor. Singing the children's song "Return the troops to camp, go back to each home, and eat steamed buns rolled with cucumber" while eating is sour and sweet, and it is fun. Now that people are old, they sometimes dream about the scene back then.

Not long ago, my uncle’s grandson got married and I went to my grandma’s house again. I met my childhood friends, all of whom are now in their sixties or seventies. But when I mentioned the past of picking jujubes and poking honeycombs, , and the naughty things of childhood, everyone relished it together, talked about endless topics, talked about the past, and reveled in the beautiful time of childhood.