Composition on the topic of childhood

In daily study, work, and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. There are many things to note when writing an essay. Are you sure you know how to write it? The following is a composition on the topic of childhood that I carefully compiled. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Essay on the topic of childhood 1

Childhood is like a clam shell, filled with crystal pearls and handfuls of fine sand; childhood is like an hourglass, taking away the sad past and childhood. Beautiful times; the same year is like a breeze, bringing refreshment and sand; looking back at childhood, it is bitter, smiling, and painful... filled with every minute and second of childhood...

The clam shell is like childhood. Score is the most commonly heard word in childhood. A small test determines who gets the praise, but a big test determines a person's destiny in life. In exam after exam, there are first place, second place, and also tenth or twentieth place. It's just like if I go to the sea to fish out a clam shell, open it and count whether it has more pearls, more sand, or more pearls. But if there are no grains of sand to make pearls, where can those dazzling pearls come from?

Hourglass-like childhood. Childhood is like water, gone forever. In the new year, the bitterness and crying... will be thrown away. That joy, that smile... were also thrown away. When I was a child, I liked to dig "drainage channels". A piece of land was our construction site. We used hands, sticks, and glass pieces to build the "bridge" that collapsed and repaired it again and again. I cried, laughed, and cried. How innocent and innocent. Worry, but this beautiful time has gone away from me, getting further and further away...

A childhood like a breeze. Picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons is something I often do. Outside, I saw a square glass box next to the small mound. There was a five-cent steel ball in it. You know, in my eyes at that time, five cents was a big "gold bar". I reached in and took it. My hand was stuck, and I ran home crying. My father used a saw blade to open the glass, but I couldn't bear it. When I twisted my hand, the glass shattered, and my hand was also cut. The strip is deeply engraved in my heart. I would cut my hand to pieces for the gold bar in my eyes. I was so stupid at that time!

No matter it is a clam shell, an hourglass, or the breeze. They will all leave me, I thought silently, writing slowly, and saw the smiling faces again and again, and saw the crying again and again. My childhood came back to me. Composition on the topic of childhood 2

As we grow older, childhood begins to fade away. But some interesting things from my childhood are still so clear and interesting when I recall them. In my mind, nothing is more clear than digging for treasures on the beach.

I was only six years old at that time. Dad took me to the beach to play. That afternoon, my father and I came to the beach and saw a sea of ??people. The people in the sea were like dumplings. We finally found an open space and started playing. Just recently, my father told me a story about a man who went digging for treasure. So I thought: "Huh? The people in the story went through all kinds of hardships to dig out the treasure. The treasure was placed in a place where it is difficult for others to find it. So the endless beach, isn't it a geomantic treasure land to hide the treasure?" Just do it, I picked up the small sand shovel that my father bought for me, thinking about the scene where I dug a treasure and was praised by everyone, and started my big project.

I started. I dug up the sand with a small sand shovel and pushed it aside. After five minutes, the sun was scorching hot, and I began to sweat on my forehead. However, the pit could only hold my head, so I worked harder. After another ten minutes, the pit became larger, and there was still some unknown liquid in the pit. I licked it and realized that I had licked sea water. But I still didn't see the treasure. I became anxious, so I worked harder. Another long ten minutes passed, and I still didn't see the enviable treasure. Now I was really anxious and asked quickly: "Dad, where is the treasure?" "Huh?" Dad looked at me doubtfully. I added: "There should be treasures on the beach, because you said that treasures are in treasure hiding places. I think this beach is the treasure hiding place."

"Haha," Dad touched my head and said, "There is a treasure on the beach. There are so many people, why haven't they been discovered earlier? Come, here are the shells I picked up and give them to you." "I held the colorful shells and nodded in understanding.

My childhood is slowly gone, but the innocence and romance of my childhood will always be in my heart. Composition on the topic of childhood 3

Childhood is a sea of ??joy. On the seaside of memory, there are countless shells, some are dark, which remind people of a sad past; some shine brightly in the sun, reminding people of childhood. Interesting story. I was looking for the most beautiful shell on the beach of memory. Ah, I found it...

I remember it was when I was in kindergarten, one day during the summer vacation, I was painting alone at home. Drawing, lying on the cold floor, not to mention how happy I was! As I drew, big beads of sweat flowed down my cheeks. I suddenly thought: Go get an ice stick! I ran to the refrigerator and stepped on the chair to get an ice stick. I looked at the ice stick and wanted to swallow it in one gulp. At this time, I suddenly remembered: When my mother washes strawberries and bayberries, she does not put them in water. Do you want to wash it? Besides, my mother also teaches me about hygiene. Well, let me talk about hygiene and wash the ice sticks. Thinking of this, I brought a bowl of water and soaked the ice sticks in the water to "sterilize them." ", and then continued to paint my painting.

In a blink of an eye, my "masterpiece" was completed. Suddenly, I remembered the "sterilized" ice sticks placed in the bowl, and hurriedly came to On the edge of the bowl. Ah! The ice stick in the bowl was gone, leaving only a solitary small piece of bamboo. I was shocked, and tears burst into my eyes: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...w...... I dropped it..." My cry happened to be heard by my mother who had just walked in. My mother quickly asked: "What's wrong? What happened? "I...my ice stick was eaten by the kitten..." I still cried loudly. After hearing this, my mother turned around and went to the kitchen. After taking a look, she came over with a smile on her face: "Baby. , your ice bar was not eaten by the kitten, but melted. You will understand this later. "As he said that, he touched my head, went to get me an ice stick, and told me: "I don't want to go soaking in water anymore. "As for me, I was still wondering why strawberries and bayberries can be washed and soaked, but why can't ice bars? At that time, I didn't understand what happened until the end.

Hey , do you think I was stupid at that time! Every interesting thing about my childhood is like a colorful shell. These colorful shells hold up my golden childhood! Composition on the topic of childhood 4

Everyone It is said that children in my era were very happy, but I don’t think so. I always heard my father say that there were many interesting things in his era, such as the evening when he came home from school.

The sun was not very bright, so my father ran to the mountain to catch the chickens as soon as he came back from school. Because there were no concrete roads in those days, he had to walk up the mountain on the dirt road.

Wait until he reached the top of the mountain. After that, he picked up the bamboo whip and drove the chickens out of the fence.

Unexpectedly, it started to rain lightly, and the chickens that were driven out were running around, some running to the east. Some ran to the south, and some ran to the north. Dad was so frightened that his face turned pale, his hands and feet were weak, and he rushed out of the fence.

But these chickens were not obedient, and some were not. The chicken actually ran down the mountain. Dad was careful when going down the mountain. He grabbed the bamboo with his left hand and stepped out with his right foot. He grabbed the bamboo with his right hand and stepped out with his left foot. But even though Dad was careful, he still slipped and slipped down the mountain. Because of this accident, my father left an indelible scar on his arm.

Then, my father ran home dejectedly, so I guessed: "Well! Is Dad now worried that he will be scolded or beaten by grandma when he returns home? Or be punished with no food tonight. "But a miracle happened - the chickens came back.

"One chicken, two chickens, three chickens..." Dad muttered in his mouth. There were fifteen chickens, one chicken. There are also a lot of chickens. This makes Dad very happy.

Through these interesting childhood stories from my father, I was reminded of my own childhood. I still remember that it was a hot afternoon. I turned on the air conditioner and played games while lying on the bed. When I was thirsty, I went to the kitchen to drink water. After drinking the water, I continued to play games. At this moment when I was playing games , how happy I am! If someone asks me to go out to play at this time, I will definitely refuse her, because at this time I prefer to make friends with my mobile phone.

In the blink of an eye, time slipped away from the game, and the sky gradually became dark. I walked to the balcony and looked at the clouds on the horizon. I felt that making friends with my mobile phone would not make me happy, but would make me more and more empty and boring. Composition 5 on the topic of childhood

Teacher, in my heart, there are too many words that I want to talk about. These words are all about childhood, because I know that I am about to wave goodbye to my childhood. It’s time to break up with the rivers of childhood.

I am already a graduating class student. I am no longer a child. I can no longer act coquettishly, be childish, or have a pure heart. Before I had time to prepare, my childhood... It’s an imperfect end: My childhood was very interesting, but very short. I remember the teacher said that the human heart is like a piece of paper. If the paper is full of colors, it means that the person’s heart is full of colors. It is no longer the innocence of childhood, it is scheming, because this piece of paper is no longer as blank as before, and it is no longer like before, you can do whatever you want, and you will not think too much about anything. complex. Because teacher, your words made me understand that my "paper" is no longer so blank, no longer so pure, how much I long for a rubber sassafras, I want to use the rubber sassafras to wipe this colorful paper clean, Although this paper is full of artistic sense and has been praised by people, it is just the appearance! Yes, it is precisely because of the strokes of society that every piece of paper is full of color and the heart is full of all kinds of scheming, just like Runtu in Zhu Ziqing's "Young Runtu". When he was a child, he was smart and cute, but through understanding, he grew up After he died, he had to guard against everything, even his best friend Zhu Ziqing, and no longer believed in people. At this time, the paper in his heart was already colorful. This must be a masterpiece of the society at that time, at that time. Society used the two brushes of coldness and darkness to paint Runtu, who was so innocent as a child, into the ruthless Runtu he became later.

Finally, I want to say one more thing to my childhood: "Goodbye, childhood, thank you for giving me so many gifts when I was young!" Composition 6 on the topic of childhood

Time Flying by, this year I am 13 and I have gradually grown up. Say goodbye to my ordinary childhood, but I am still looking for it on the beach of memory——

Playing with my little sisters for ten minutes between classes I am in the figure; in the face of sudden lightning and thunder, I am in the panic; in the face of sudden power outage, I am in the figure hurriedly looking for light...

Childhood is like a full car The clothes are also filled with fruits, and they are also filled with many childhood things. There are too many childhood things. If they were a string of wind chimes, then they would make bursts of sound when the wind blows... Listen ! Here they come:

When I was six years old, there was a pot of flowers at home. I often stood on a small bench and looked at it for a long time, but I found that this pot of flowers had a shortcoming: it had no fragrance. I feel very sorry for this. It would be great if this flower could have a fragrance! I turned my brain around and got an idea.

One day when my parents were not at home, I went to the bathroom to get some perfume. When I came to the flowerpot, I unscrewed the cap of the bottle and quickly sprinkled a little on the petals, and even some on the roots. I want the fragrance to spread from the branches to the stamens, and in a short while, the whole house will be filled with fragrance.

My mother came back, smelled the fragrance, and asked me what was going on. I told my mother what I had done. After hearing this, he sighed dumbfounded: "Oh! You little fool, the flowers will die if you do this." At first, I was dubious about what my mother said. The next day, the flowers began to wither and turn yellow. It withered.

"Hahaha..." After listening to the stories of my childhood, you will definitely laugh. I am the same way.

Look, how childish and ignorant my thoughts were as a child!

I miss my childhood, I miss my childhood. The ignorance and dreams of childhood drift quietly and sail quietly with the boat of time, and leave me as time goes by... Composition on the topic of childhood 7

There are as many childhood stories as there are stars in the sky. Today, I will pick the biggest and brightest star and introduce it to you!

I remember one time, I was at home alone, my parents went to work, and they locked the security door. After a while, the neighbor's girl came to play with me, but the security door was locked. So, she used scissors to cut a hole in the iron sand on the security door, and stuffed peanuts for me from the outside. To thank her, I stuffed her with my favorite chocolate candies. When my mother came back, she saw this small hole and thought it was strange. She asked me what was going on.

When I was young, I was very timid. Once, when I was in kindergarten, we had dinner and I was not full after eating one bowl, so I wanted to go to the teacher to get another bowl, but unfortunately there was no more. The teacher asked me to prepare meals, but I didn’t even know where the kitchen was. How could I prepare meals? I didn't dare to ask the teacher where the kitchen was, so I had to go out with the bucket.

When I was anxious, suddenly, I saw a teacher walking out of a room with a bowl of rice in his hand. Ah, this must be the kitchen! I walked in carrying the bucket. The water is boiling and steaming in the pot. Next to it was a large iron bucket as high as the roof, with a fire burning under the bucket. This is probably a cooking pot. There are so many children in a kindergarten, so they must eat so much. When you need to serve food, just put a ladder to climb up. I put the bucket down while thinking how smart I was to come up with such a conclusion.

But the strange thing is that the teacher did not "climb" up the ladder to serve the rice. Instead, he scooped a ladle of water from the pot, poured it into the bucket, and handed the bucket to me. I didn’t care about so many things and went back to the classroom with the bucket. The teacher's eyes popped out when he saw the "rice" in my bucket. It was really strange that no one ate the "meal" I brought that day, and to be honest, I didn't want to eat it either. I don’t know until now that I entered the water room that day.

When I think about it now, I still find it ridiculous! I was ignorant at that time and did so many stupid things, but I didn’t know anything. Composition 8 on the topic of childhood

Childhood is a word that is both familiar and unfamiliar. As time goes by, it has become farther and farther away from me, and young people have replaced it fiercely, forever and ever...

Looking back on my childhood, I compare it with my sister's childhood with "disdain", is it? So humble and inconspicuous!

I suddenly felt that I was very petty. My sister was riding her own bicycle to "show off" with others. What about me? I can only watch from the sidelines. Bystander is the most suitable term. I feel very uncomfortable, but I can't help it. This is the fact and reality.

It’s vacation. When I entered adolescence, I just stayed at home watching TV and playing online games. Nothing else! I am so "envious, jealous and hateful" of my sister's childhood life!

But since the 13th, I have changed.

The 13th is my birthday, and my mother actually forgot about it, but I didn’t mention it, not at all. I don’t know why I did this. At noon on the 14th, my mother suddenly asked: "What's the date today?" I deliberately pretended not to know and walked to the calendar to look at it, and then said, "Oh, today is the 14th, what's wrong?" My mother smiled and said, "Sister, Was it your birthday yesterday?" My sister cheered happily. Suddenly, my heart was in pain unconsciously, but I still smiled and said: "Really?" I said with a sigh...

I didn't dare to face it and walked away, because this was me This is the first time in 13 years that I have not celebrated my birthday. I am afraid that I will cry and scold Quan Chang. I sit on the chair and say with a smile: "You have grown up. Do you think you are still a child?" Tears welled up in my eyes. Blurred my vision. I looked up and vaguely saw a photo of a little girl innocently making a wish in front of a cake. Tears flowed out. I saw clearly that the girl was the 8-year-old me.

I began to understand that although my childhood is over, I can still look at my own childhood, watch others live their childhood and recall my own childhood! Essay on childhood 9

There are many bright stars in everyone’s memory. Each one has its own unique meaning, and each one gives us different memories. The biggest and brightest one is our childhood.

Childhood is like picking up shells. From time to time, I will pick up some beautiful ones, which will become my eternal memory. And those ordinary things will gradually be discarded and gradually become dusty in memory.

When we were children, we were innocent and lively, with our own unique experiences and feelings. Childhood is really beautiful and carefree. The sky in childhood is always blue, pure blue. Even if there is occasionally a thin wisp of rain, it will soon pass and the sky will clear up. The most important thing in childhood is our silver bell. The laughter and childhood smile are the purest and brightest, without a trace of falsehood.

The world of childhood is like the falling spring rain. The falling spring rain is as soft as silk. It floats on the face and gives people a cool and refreshing feeling. In my childhood memories, the mist and mist made all the scenery appear and disappear, and the green willow trees swayed in the rain with the breeze. All of this gives people a faint beauty. At this time, quietly holding a sky-blue umbrella and walking in the falling spring rain of childhood has become the most beautiful scenery. oh! Childhood turned out to be a gorgeous landscape painting. I am afraid that no Chinese painter can express such elegant brushwork.

We are always just passers-by in life. Time is passing, years are changing, and we are all growing up. No one can resist it. We all have to leave our childhood, but the important thing is It is to preserve beautiful memories and create a more brilliant future. Essay on Childhood 10

I am a grain of dust in the desert; I am an inconspicuous little star in the sky; I am also a child in the eyes of adults, and an adult in the eyes of children. I am my little self.

I am lively, cheerful, active and timid by nature, so my mother always says that I am like a small airplane and never grow up. I remember one summer, my parents were not at home, and my brother and I were left with nothing to do. So, we ran outside, squatted on the ground and played in the mud. I pinched a fat Zhu Bajie first, and just when I was about to pinch the next one, my mother came back and saw my brother and I playing in the mud again. She shook her head helplessly and said to me: "You don't look like a sister at all!"

I am also very timid. Whenever I see caterpillars on the tree, I have to stay "three feet away from the worm". For this reason, my evil-minded brother always turns into a worm when I don't expect it, which makes me feel in a trance all day long.

I am good at observation. I once squatted for more than an hour to watch the birth of chicks. What impressed me most was that year, when I was not yet nine years old, I heard my mother say that my hens were going to hatch chicks. When the chicken was born, I couldn't help but beam with joy. I rushed to the chicken coop at lightning speed and stared at the eggs motionless. Finally, the chick was about to hatch, and I was so happy. At this time, the hen was hiding aside to sleep because she was too tired from hatching eggs these days. I saw that those chicks were working too hard, so I planned to do something good and help the chicks hatch. After I peeled the shells of a few chicks, the hen woke up and saw that I was "hurting" her babies, so she ran away quickly. Come and peck me, I was scared away by it. A few days later, the chickens I shelled died heroically for the Chicken family. I was very sad, thinking to myself, good people have done bad things.

Now that I recall these things, I can’t help but feel a little funny. I feel like I've really grown up. From today on, no, from now on, I will cherish the time, control my own boat, and create a world of my own. Because "the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly"! Composition 11 on the topic of childhood

My childhood was very happy, full of laughter and laughter.

There is one thing that still impresses me deeply. I remember when I was young, my mother told me that writing letters can convey your innermost feelings to your relatives far away. So I have always been extremely curious about letters.

One day, my mother wrote a letter to my father who was working far away. Before my mother could finish writing, I was clamoring to send the letter. Mom said: I know you are curious, Mom will promise you this time! After hearing this sentence, I was very happy because I was finally able to send a letter.

On Sunday, my mother said she would take me to post letters. After hearing this, I jumped three feet high with joy.

My mother first went to the street to buy a stamp and put it on the envelope. At this moment, an acquaintance of my mother came. My mother said to me: Go and put this letter in the front. In the green mailbox, Aunt Zhang and I chatted for a while. I see. I said excitedly.

Hey! Why are there two green boxes here? This made me very puzzled. Just when I had a headache, my brother threw a piece of paper into the box on the right. I thought it must be the mailbox. So I threw the letter into the box.

After a while, I came to my mother, and I told her the whole story clearly. I wanted to get praise from my mother, but my mother was stunned. Suddenly she realized in a panic, and immediately said: Oh no, you must have thrown the letter into the trash can. This sentence not only shocked me, but also Aunt Zhang. Mom took me there quickly, and Aunt Zhang followed. After coming over, my mother and Aunt Zhang took out the letter for a long time, and finally took out the letter.

Afterwards, my mother and Aunt Zhang were both dumbfounded by my tricks, but I was not very happy because I felt that I had done something wrong, but my mother said: You are still young and don’t understand. Mom doesn't blame you for that.

After listening to my mother’s words, I laughed too!

This is a very beautiful memory of my childhood! Composition 12 on the topic of childhood

There are many interesting things in my childhood, and they are all full of joy. Let me tell you about the interesting things in my childhood. Everyone, please sit tight and don’t fall down with joy.

I spent most of my childhood at my grandma’s house. My grandma’s house raised a lot of chickens. These chickens could lay an egg every day. Every day, my grandma would fry poached eggs for me to eat. The poached eggs are fragrant and delicious. I thought: The eggs are so delicious, how did the hens lay them? I came to the chicken coop out of curiosity and saw a hen laying eggs, so I squatted down to observe. The chicken stood up when it saw me. After a while, it squatted down again, and an egg fell from behind its butt. I held the egg in both hands. It was so hot that I couldn't bear to put it down. When the hen saw that I had taken its treasure, she became anxious and pecked my hand with her sharp beak. As soon as I let go of my hand, the egg fell into the henhouse. . The hen stared at me with "eager eyes", breathed a long sigh of relief, and then left singing "cluck, cluck, cluck", as if to show off to everyone: "Look, look, I'm laying eggs." Now, I’ve laid big eggs, look how great I am!” Looking at its triumphant look, I thought to myself: You rotten chicken, look at me, don’t roast you!

The next day, the chicken came to lay eggs again. It was time for me to take revenge, so I took a piece of wood from the kitchen. I walked around behind the chicken and hit the chicken's butt hard with a piece of wood. The chicken flew into the sky and dropped a "fried egg" in mid-air. The "fried egg" landed on my head without any bias. Suddenly, the egg white and egg yolk flowed down from my head, and my face was sticky. I was very angry. Seeing that the situation was not good, the chicken ran away quickly...

Interesting things in childhood are like There are so many shells on the beach that if you pick one up and open it, a series of innocent and ridiculous stories will come out. Composition 13 on the topic of childhood

"On the banyan tree by the pond, I heard the sound of summer..." A familiar song came from the window, like a string of silver bells, which reminded me of my childhood.

After school, I remember when I was seven years old, I came home and finished it quickly, sitting on the sofa, expecting her mother to come back quickly. Unknowingly, my eyes fell on the door cabinet next to me. Everyone knows that we have my mother’s high heels at home. All full high heels, usually my mom won't let me move, today well, this may be a necessary violation.

I jumped off the sofa and walked carefully through the cupboard and looked at the watch. My mother came back from there in an hour or so! I opened the door and admired the various colors and high heels that greeted me, but which pair was better for wear? These are my mom’s favorite high heels! After thinking about it, I finally took out a pair of white high-heeled shoes, took off my shoes, put on the high-heeled shoes, and was secretly happy. Take a step, alas! Almost fell! Why does it go so smoothly for my mother? I walked away from the idea. After I went there, I had an idea and ran to the toilet. Her mother's lipstick was open and had been twisted for the longest time. She looked in the mirror and rubbed it hard around her lips, smearing it on, and suddenly there was a "click". What happened? When I looked down, I saw only a large part of the small lipstick. I quickly shook the lipstick and wiped my mouth with toilet paper. I didn't want it to be indelible, but also made a big face. I rushed to wash my face, but accidentally tripped and fell with it. Broken heels. It happened that when my mother came back and saw me embarrassed, angry and heartbroken during this process, she felt very distressed for her shoes. As you can imagine, I had the "fried pork with bamboo shoots".

At night, when my mother walked into the toilet, there was a shout soon: "My lipstick! I will deduct three months of your pocket money!" And I was already hiding in the room.

It’s been four years, but it’s still fun to think about. Composition 14 on the topic of childhood

Childhood is like a beautiful rainbow, drawing a colorful arc on the white paper.

My childhood was filled with happiness, flowers, and rivers.

Most of my childhood was spent in the backyard of my grandma’s house where we spent a lot of time growing vegetables. My backyard was filled with land and covered in many types of beautiful flowers. This was my favorite and it was the least. The eye-catching rape flower. It always wears a bright green and yellow "dress". Although its clothes are simple, its heart is extremely beautiful! It is not like a rose or a bright peony. She is just a small, inconspicuous rape flower, standing quietly in the fields. No one sees her and no one cares about her. Her clothes are very simple, but the kind of fragrance she exudes is intoxicating to me. With the fresh air, her scent surges and will be full of vitality, which I feel particularly good.

Grandma’s vegetable garden is also the “paradise” in my heart. In addition to rapeseed flowers, there are many scenery there. Behind the garden is a clear stream, backed by several undulating towering hills, green and bright. In that creek, I carry a lot of happiness, because, when I am happy, I like to fold the boat and let it float on the water and wander. In this small stream, there are occasionally a few small fish and small crabs playing at the bottom of the river. Seeing small fish and small crabs playing makes me feel particularly good.

In my childhood, there were countless stars, and those stars winked at me very cutely. Night fell, blackness enveloped the earth, the moon rose, and the stars came out alive. I also moved to a wicker chair, sat on the balcony, had a drink, and looked at the stars. one two three. There are always countless stars. In the blink of an eye, all the stars have changed their seats and will not let me "call their names." I always pout dissatisfied: "Well! How annoying! In my sleep, there are stars and the moon shining Glowing.

The stars, the moon, the rapeseed flowers, the stream. I will never forget it. The moon is short and round, and it makes me realize that I have grown up! There are moon, stars, rapeseed flowers and streams, but my childhood is gone. Essay on childhood 15

Childhood is a small boat, it is full of joy. I am in the second grade and failed in many tests. I suspect you are stupid. I heard that the fish in the river are very delicious, and the magnetic head is allowed to eat smart. As the saying goes: If you know the river, you will be tasted by yourself. The depth of the sweet pear. I decided to taste the fish in the river myself.

No matter what, I had a good discussion with Xu Rong about catching fish in the river. When we arrived, we went home to catch fish together. His ex-grandma made a free line in the river, and Xu Rong and I caught a fat little fish. , we both decided to catch it.

This little fish was not easy to catch. It swam forward and Xu Rong hurriedly chased it. Xu Rong stretched out her hand and grabbed the little fish. The little fish struggled hard in Xu Rong's hands. Finally, she broke free. . It fell into the water with a splash. Mud splattered on both of us, making us look like little mud monkeys. Um! I can't believe I couldn't catch you! We hurriedly chased the small fish, and the small fish also hurried forward, swimming, swimming, and suddenly stopped swimming. Oh, he must be getting discouraged because he can't escape our grasp! We walked forward calmly, but just as we reached for it, it slipped away again. Even you, a little fish, dare to make fun of me, huh! ! I am angry. At this time, Xu Rong came up with a clever plan. He was in front of the roadblock and I was at the rear. Xiaoyu was forced into a desperate situation and had to surrender obediently.

Seeing that the little fish was docile, they danced happily. "Pa", this is when my foot slipped and I fell down by the river.

"Hahaha" and "Huahuahua" the river played a happy song.

The ship’s childhood is also loaded with more joyful songs and laughter!