What are some interesting things about childhood?

Everyone has his colorful childhood. The happiness of childhood comes more from nature and freedom. Flowers, birds, insects, fish, landscapes and trees are all children's textbooks and classrooms. Everyone has his own childhood story. At the beginning of the story, it is not whether others will listen or not, but whether they are willing to do it. My childhood, my story, my happiness.

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"Look! We have football! On the grass, rabbits are running, much like little football under our feet. How many children's childhood dreams have been left on the grass? We won't go into details. But we must talk about rabbits in the grass. That rabbit, like us, was exiled in the sky. This is one of our stories. Like rabbits, we are green and organize our games in the sun.

Zhao Ming and Xu Xin and I are good friends in a village. One summer afternoon, Xu Xin took out the rabbit his father bought. Zhao Ming and I agreed to come to a thatched field in the back hill together. "Little rabbit! How about we take part in the' Rabbit and Tortoise Race'? " Xu Xin put down the rabbit and looked at the rabbit under the grass happily. Little rabbit, timid, shook his fluff and winked at us uninvited guests.

Zhao Ming had some experience. He said, "Don't worry, the rabbit is our guest! It is not familiar with us, and it is not good for us not to talk. " We believe. I'm afraid I'll disturb it Have to look from a distance. Xu Xin was worried that the baby would run away and could not keep his promise, so he approached the rabbit first. Seeing Xu Xin running first, we didn't want to fall behind. Zhao Ming and I also ran away. It's not a turtle-fish race, but our partners are interested in running happily on the grass.

Somehow, the rabbit started to run, too. Just stop and go, or keep looking around. Hi! Now we have a goal. As soon as the rabbit ran away, we followed. The three of us took a little rabbit as a guide and rushed forward.

The sun shines on our smiling faces and rabbits, and the yellow fluff turns golden yellow! It's like a football. The ball rolled quickly and slowly on the grass in front of us.

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Wow! There are poems and paintings in winter. We happily piled up white fairy tales in the snow.

Isn't it? We pile fairy tales, and we also pile happy dreams. We have glittering and translucent happiness, and we can fly endlessly. Children in the countryside can always find a place for them to play. Stream, grassland, back hill, big willow tree in front of the village. . . Are happy places.

It's just winter, it's terribly cold, and we seldom show up. However, how can we be lonely? Hopping houses, running and catching, and having snowball fights are all our game activities. Yes, snowball fights and snowmen are fun! The thought of it tickles our hearts. That winter vacation, there was a heavy snow. We counted at the door and had a good time. We have our own stories in the snow every year.

You see, Zhao Ming and I have an appointment with our neighbors Xiao Fang and Lanzi to make a snowman on the team field. We shoveled, pushed and piled, and after a while, a huge guy stood in front of us. We are amazed at our creative ability. It turned out that Zhao Ming gave his hat to the scholar again, and Xiao Fang put a red handkerchief on the snowman's face, which was the snowman's cherry mouth. The most gratifying thing is that Lanzi put two empty ink corks into the snowball, and the round snowman looked at us with waiting eyes. "Who said that the snowman has no life, it will definitely talk!" I said. We all stood in front of the snowman and danced our dance. I wonder if the snowman understands. We danced and danced, forgetting the cold.

The sunshine on the snow is particularly bright, especially on the down jacket.

Xiaolanzi, your down jacket jumps like fire.

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Haw, haw, haw. . . This is the cry of birds in spring, which really woke us up. The world is gorgeous and brilliant! We cheer for nature and spring in our hearts. One Friday morning, we were full of long-awaited impulses. Under the guidance of the teacher, we went for a spring outing. The sun is moving, the stream is moving, bird? Needless to say, it is fun to move! The willows on the roadside also moved, and the new leaves seemed to applaud our team.

Zilan is almost stupid. Looking at large tracts of rape flowers, she didn't want to leave. "Zilan, you want to pick a piece of rape and wear it on your head!" The monitor said jokingly. Zilan likes flowers too much. Her eyes lit up when she saw the flowers. Mother always dresses her basket like a flower. Zhao Ming added, "Change the name and call it' Hua Er'! Zilan. " Zilan got angry and ran after Zhao Ming's house.

That time, we walked a long mountain road. The flowers on the road are fragrant, and those little wildflowers whose names are unknown have colors. Some students can't help picking a few flowers. From time to time, they compare the flowers on their hands to see whose flowers are the brightest. The side of Panshan Highway is covered with azaleas. Clusters, buried in green trees and grass, are also so conspicuous. The children were very excited. They threw down wild flowers and went to pick azaleas. Spring dazzles children and fascinates them. It's almost time for the deer to climb to the top. We cheered happily in a rape field: "Teacher! We won! " We greeted the teacher in front. Several female teachers traveling with us were also infected by our happy atmosphere. They are as happy as children. We don't call our calves sore anymore, and the fatigue seems to disappear at once. We screamed with joy. At the top of the mountain, the teacher said, "You are a blooming flower and happy!" " They quickly picked up the camera they had already prepared and wanted to take a close-up of us. "Is watermelon sweet?" The teacher with the camera shouted. "Sweet-"we also answered loudly.

This spring, at our feet; This spring, in our mouths; This spring is more in our eyes.

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Whoo! Let our childhood have its own spring breeze. Is there anything more beautiful than this? We always play in different ways. We don't know where we learned to blow soap bubbles. Don't underestimate such a game, it's really fun.

In those days, parents seldom washed clothes with soap. Occasionally, there is soap at home, so my parents always hide it for fear of losing it. Once, I was idle at home. Xu Xin came to my house to play with me. What are you playing? I stood on the bench and looked at the things on the cupboard at home. I saw a whole bar of soap. "all right! We had a great time. "

We found a small bottle and put the prepared soapy water in it. He found thin bamboo strips, bent them into small circles, dipped them in small bottles, and served them: "Hoo hoo! Whoosh! " We played very hard. In the sun, those colorful bubbles floated up one by one. Colorful balloons are everywhere. Some gently landed on the tip of the grass and broke in an instant! "How nice it is to float like this!" We thought. So, we are all blowing hard. There are many colored balls! More colors! Big and small, high and low, ups and downs of the ball, how fun. Can floating colored balls plant us and fly far? I often think foolishly.

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This bubble blowing game has been played until now. However, children nowadays are more convenient to play than we were then. Everything is ready, don't climb high and low, and you won't come back to be scolded by your parents. Just go to the stall and buy a bottle, which will last you a few days.

Blow, blow, float. The dream of colored balls, colorful dreams, childhood dreams. Gone with the Wind One, two, you count! . . .

In my childhood memory, water is so beautiful. Will chubby little hands hold the bathtub? Two little feet pour hot water in the basin and babble in their mouths-this is what our mother said when we were young. In my memory, there are too many stories about water.

At noon in the scorching sun, some of our friends were so hot that they secretly ran out of the house. We meet to take a bath in the river behind the village. The river is not deep and clear, and you can see the sand at the bottom of it. Sand is also our favorite. Naked, soaked in water, the sand makes my skin itch, which is really comfortable. This river is cool! We can also catch small fish under the sand. If you have a small fish in your hand and lie in the water, it's really beautiful.

Later, we went to school. Still shy, we are going to swim in the river behind the village in underwear. We didn't want to lie in the water alone, so we had a water fight. Here, paddle hard; Over there, splashing water. Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! It was fun. We shouted while splashing water, trying to overwhelm each other with momentum. The calm river became roaring. Childhood, there are also bohemian times.

Water, we just like it. Water can sing! Water can dance! Water, life! Our childhood, always reluctant to leave such a versatile partner. Come on! Friend! Kiss me again! . . .

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After school, it is our paradise. There is no homework in our memory. Really, there is no homework. Don't believe it? There were only two thin books, Chinese and arithmetic. There are too many books in the children's schoolbag to carry and count.

As long as it is sunny, we can finish our studies. Let's go back and feed the pigs, geese and ducks. We have some housework to do. When our parents came back, the first thing they asked was whether the housework had been done. If one day you are playful and let pigs bark in the pen, your parents will beat your ass at night. So, our homework is to do housework.

I'm used to doing things, and everyone has their own ingenuity. When we set the geese free, all our friends were thinking about playing. The game of "Yi Yi" is good. Lift a right leg, grab it with both hands and knees outward. This is your "weapon" for fighting. The opponent is also in this position, but we are opposite one by one. The partner next to him is the referee, sitting on the ground and slowly shouting: "Go!" " ".Let's mix together.

This is really an extremely happy game. You lose, I win, I win, you lose. No one will accept winning or losing. If not, we will fight tomorrow. We've had enough fighting with snipers, and a flock of geese have had enough grass. Goose's neck is swollen and rough. We followed them, like victorious generals, waiting to go back and present prizes.

Old geese sometimes quack with joy. The red envelope on its head is like a flag. It regards itself as a standard bearer, and its duty is to guide the way. Where does it actually know? We are anxious to go back. We are hungry.

Unforgettable childhood memory lies in the unparalleled innocence of childhood; The beauty of childhood memories lies in the freedom of childhood; The memory of childhood lies in the warmth of childhood. Our childhood, our fun, our happiness.