How to write happy childhood events?

When I mentioned my childhood, many interesting things came to my mind.

One. I remember when I was five or six years old, I liked eating oranges best. But I often swallow orange seeds. Once, my relatives gave us some oranges. I stared at the orange and kept drooling, so I peeled one. It happened that my neighbor's mother-in-law came to my house, and I accidentally swallowed orange seeds while eating oranges. I suddenly became stupid and my eyes kept rolling. My mother-in-law saw it and asked me what was going on. I said, "I swallowed orange seeds." I pointed to my mouth and said. Mother-in-law smiled and said, "Isn't that good? If you want to eat oranges in the future, you can pick them on your head. " I cried and thought, "What can I do?" ! I turned to my mother-in-law and asked, "If you swallow orange seeds, it's not like me." My mother-in-law proudly said, "I am different from you. We are adults and you are children. We are not afraid. " I listened to my mother-in-law, scared and ridiculous.

Another year has passed, and it is time for oranges to grow. Once, I was eating oranges and swallowed orange seeds at once. At this time, I remembered that when I was five or six years old, my mother-in-law said that if I swallowed orange seeds, an orange tree would grow on my head. So, I touched my head. Hey, there are no orange trees. I went to my neighbor's mother-in-law's house with questions and asked her. Mother-in-law said, "Silly child, I lied to you." I'm surprised and happy.

Now that I think about it, if you don't let me laugh, I will still laugh. I didn't know I was so stupid. From this, I also know a truth-you can't listen to what others say, you have to try it yourself to know whether it is true or not. This truth also reminds me of the pony crossing the river in grade two. The river is not as shallow as the old cow said, nor as deep as the squirrel said.

Childhood, how unforgettable! But it is like a feather, drifting farther and farther. Occasionally I will pick a string of nursery rhymes and write them in Japanese and Chinese. Ah! It was my year. Like a bunch of candied haws, sour and sweet.

Two. Everyone has a childhood, and interesting childhood stories are like all kinds of seashells by the sea, accompanied by seawater, shining with colorful brilliance, countless. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is also my most unforgettable childhood story.

I remember when I was a child, when I was born, there was an orange tree in my yard and it was with me. I often carve a mark on the trunk with a knife to measure whether I am growing taller every day. Looking at those horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to chickens. .......

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things, such as bathing snow dolls and shaving eyebrows ... and so many interesting things. Silly things make up that colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not that stupid. I believe that childhood anecdotes will definitely become the best memories in my life.

Three. Childhood fun-the cat in the soup

I found a photo when I moved the other day, and I couldn't help laughing. This photo was taken when I was seven years old and gave my cat a bath.

I remember it was the first day of the first month, and my cousins were at my grandmother's house for the New Year. That day I pointed to my grandmother's house and pointed to her kitten that day and said, "How about we give the kitten a bath?" They all agreed.

Preparations for "bathing the kitten" began. My cousin and I are in charge of boiling water, and my sister is going to catch kittens. My cousin is our powerful "reserve force". The operation has begun. My cousin and I lit a fire and started to boil water. My cousin laid a "tight encirclement" in the place where kittens frequented, and my cousin sat leisurely on the roof to "direct the battle". My cousin and I quickly boiled the water and the kitten was caught back.

Knowing that the "washing" was about to begin, my cousin came down from the roof. I reassigned the "combat mission": my cousin is responsible for bathing the kitten, my cousin and I are responsible for the "post-battle", and my cousin is still "sitting on the mountain watching the cat fight". Cousin pushed the kitten into the water, and the kitten meowed! The kitten screamed and grabbed the basin with its claws, not wanting to get into the water. Cousin "racked his brains" and couldn't put the kitten into the basin, so he asked my cousin and me for "support". My cousin and I beat each other to death with Beidou Boxing and Cat Boxing. Finally, the kitten was outnumbered and drowned by us. My cousin just started to bathe the kitten. Kittens without hands can only be "slaughtered" The bath will be over soon. My cousin and I let the kitten dry for a while before letting it go. The kitten limped away, only to find that my uncle took pictures of us and the kitten after washing.

Childhood is happy, childhood is golden, childhood gives people infinite aftertaste, childhood is the best time everyone has ever had!

Four. Childhood is an ocean of joy. On the seashore of memory, there are countless shells, some of which are gloomy and evoke a sad past; There are wonderful and interesting stories that remind people of their childhood. I'm looking for the most beautiful shell on the coast of memory. Ah, I found it. ...

At that time, I was only six years old and had a soft spot for birthdays. I like birthdays, because I will eat big cakes, and that time, an interesting thing happened:

After a busy morning, I can finally eat the long-awaited cake! You see, the cake is big and round, with pure white cream on it and all kinds of cream-colored flowers on it. It seems to be smiling at me, so cute! The cake also says "Happy Birthday" with red jam. By candlelight, the cake really made my mouth water! I can't wait to eat.

Finally, I understand. I have a big cake in my hand. I took a big bite, ah, delicious! My sister suddenly laughed, which puzzled me. I put a cream on my nose when I looked in the mirror, like a clown! I couldn't help laughing myself. My sister doesn't like cream. She is thinking about what to do. Suddenly, when she saw the cream on my nose, her eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Sister, come here!" " I strode past without thinking. My sister asked me to sit down, but she brought me a plate of my favorite cream. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I quickly spoke. "Pa", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, followed by my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stuck out my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. Look in the mirror, ha! A Xiaohua Mall appears in the mirror! A full face of cream, one east and one west. My face is painted like a Peking Opera mask by this "advanced" cosmetic. No, the color of Peking Opera facial makeup is not that single. Pure white cream looks like Xiaohua Mall's hair in the mirror. Why not lick the cream like a greedy cat? I laughed, too, out of breath. I suddenly became a greedy Xiaohua Mall!

The fun of childhood, everything is like a colorful shell, these colorful shells hold up my colorful childhood!

Five. Childhood is like a string of beautiful pearls, one interesting thing after another, which makes this string of pearls more bright and crystal clear. Just let me choose a big round one to make you laugh! !

I remember when I was 6 years old, I saw my mother's cooking was fragrant and crisp, and I wanted to be a little chef like my mother. Mom knows what I think and readily agrees!

The first dish I cooked that day was "cold cucumber". I patted the cucumber with a kitchen knife first. That guy is really heavy. It's hard for me to pick it up. I carefully put the knife in front of the cucumber. "Pa", when the handle was loosened, the kitchen knife smashed the tender cucumber into pieces. I cut the cucumber into small pieces with a knife, happily put the cucumber on the plate, took out the seasoning and sprinkled it carefully like my mother, for fear that the food would not taste good. After a while, the food was ready. After my mother tasted a piece of cucumber, she said to me, "My son is great. Cold cucumber is delicious! " It's just that the salt is a little less and the taste is a little weak. "After listening to my mother's words, I was both happy and puzzled: What is salt? How to put more, light dishes will be sweet and delicious, is it a magical "essence" ...

So I thought about the answer to this question in front of the little chef. Finally, one day, I woke up from my dream and naively thought that salt was equal to the "essence" of food! With it, food will be sweet and delicious, with little salt and big salt! After reaching this conclusion, I jumped around happily, looking forward to coming to my mother early tomorrow to see how great her son is! But I can't let my mother know the secret. If my mother knew, her cooking would be as delicious as mine.

The next day, I crept into the kitchen and prepared another cold cucumber, which was super delicious! I'm going to wash vegetables, shoot vegetables and put seasonings first, and then show my "cooking tips". I'll look around in case my mother sees me. I was ecstatic after confirming that everything was all right. I immediately took out the salt pot and put seven or eight spoonfuls of salt into the dish with a small spoon. This just contentedly clean up the kitchen and give the dishes to my mother.

My mother's eyes lit up when she saw my cooking. She picked up chopsticks and ate a cucumber. She is too salty. She just wants to drink water. She asked me strangely, "son, how did you prepare food today?" Why is it so salty? Isn't it delicious a few days ago? " After listening to my mother, I panicked. How did this happen? Wouldn't it be better to put more salt? I also picked up chopsticks and took a bite of cucumber. Wow, it's too salty! It's terrible. My tongue is numb. It turns out that if you put too much salt, the food will not taste good. ...

Now, whenever I see cucumbers, my face always turns red involuntarily.

Through cooking, I gradually figured out a truth: no matter what you do, you must have a "degree". Too much or too little is not good. Only when it's just right can you do things well.

Six. "Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; The stories of childhood are piled up. " Can this song remind you of a wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as brilliant as the stars. My childhood was wonderful and there were many things worth remembering. ...

As long as I can remember, my sister's class has kept two chickens. I go to see chickens as soon as I have time. I don't know how long it took. After a long time, hens lay eggs and chicks will hatch in them. 2 1 days later, I heard a cock crow. Seeing this, I heard voices. I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home. The opportunity has finally come. ...

That day, the hen went to find food for the chicken. The naughty cock was not at home and ran out to play. Take advantage of aunt's inattention, pick up an egg, hold it in your hand and gently touch it. She said solemnly, "Don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to the world soon." After that, I never hesitated. I peeled an egg, and a chicken with no eyes was born before the heat disappeared. It looked at me and cried twice, as if to say, "Thank you for letting me come to this world as soon as possible." I was so happy that I peeled the second one, too When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw me bullying the little snake, she bit me, and suddenly her blood flowed. I went to my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything about me, but said sadly, "Little fool, the chicken won't be born until a certain time!" " If you send them like this, you will die. "Hearing this, I hurried to see the chicken. Sure enough, all the chickens I "delivered" were dying, and all those who didn't "delivered" survived. I regretted it, but it was too late. ...

Although it has been a long time, although I was still young and ignorant there, it has been urging me to forge ahead, never back down.

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

Seven. I am a girl from the north. When I was young, I liked to play in the ice and snow, have snowball fights and make snowmen. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, one after another, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking forward to the world, I can only see snowflakes fluttering, like petals blowing to the ground, spinning in succession; Like the seven fairies scattered flowers, flying all over the sky. Standing in the snow is like squatting on a cotton gin. You can only see countless cotton flowers blowing towards you and covering you with white flowers.

When I got up in the morning, the wind stopped and the snow stopped. Open the door, a white cold light stung people dazzled. So, my brother and cousin and I picked up shovels and built a snowman in the yard, with a white body, a round head, black eyes made of coal balls and a cotton nose, and it was upturned! My cousin painted the snowman's mouth in red ink again. He is laughing at us! My brother made a beautiful hat for the snowman with a piece of red paper. The snowman suddenly became more arrogant! When the snowman piled up, it was another big fight. My cousin threw a snowball and attacked me when I was not looking. Fortunately, it's not big or medium. When I fought back, he was hit by my brother's snowball. Snowball was painted on my cousin's head, and the yard was full of laughter. Not convinced, my cousin picked up a snowball and hit his brother. After repeated attacks, the laughter in the yard grew louder.

How interesting childhood is! The fun of childhood brought me joy, and childhood was really good.

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

Eight. I am a girl from the north. When I was young, I liked to play in the ice and snow, have snowball fights and make snowmen. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, one after another, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking forward to the world, I can only see snowflakes fluttering, like petals blowing to the ground, spinning in succession; Like the seven fairies scattered flowers, flying all over the sky. Standing in the snow is like squatting on a cotton gin. You can only see countless cotton flowers blowing towards you and covering you with white flowers.

When I got up in the morning, the wind stopped and the snow stopped. Open the door, a white cold light stung people dazzled. So, my brother and cousin and I picked up shovels and built a snowman in the yard, with a white body, a round head, black eyes made of coal balls and a cotton nose, and it was upturned! My cousin painted the snowman's mouth in red ink again. He is laughing at us! My brother made a beautiful hat for the snowman with a piece of red paper. The snowman suddenly became more arrogant! When the snowman piled up, it was another big fight. My cousin threw a snowball and attacked me when I was not looking. Fortunately, it's not big or medium. When I fought back, he was hit by my brother's snowball. Snowball was painted on my cousin's head, and the yard was full of laughter. Not convinced, my cousin picked up a snowball and hit his brother. After repeated attacks, the laughter in the yard grew louder.

How interesting childhood is! The fun of childhood brought me joy, and childhood was really good.

Nine. Childhood is colorful, just like beautiful seashells by the sea; Childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, it reminds me of an interesting thing.

I remember when I was four or five years old. On one occasion, grandma gave Juju and I each a high-grade toffee that made people drool, which made us two "little greedy cats" really happy.

Neither of us can eat. I said, "Shall we eat?" "Ok, let's eat together!" Juju agreed. I was quick with my hands and feet, and I took it apart once or twice. I took out the sugar and craned my neck to look at the chrysanthemums. I have a look at her sugar, nasty:

"Yours is bigger than mine!"

"Where? I'm a little short here! "

"Hum, mine is dissolved!"

"You have a strong color and a lot of milk!"

"……"

We fought for nothing and felt that we were suffering. But when I said I wanted to change, I quickly turned around and no one wanted to. We started eating sugar, "1, 2, 3!" "We eat together. Wow! Too sweet, too fresh, too fragrant! After eating for a while, I said, "take it out and see if it's you or me!" """Good!" Juju said, stick sugar on the tip of your tongue like a pug. I stuck out my tongue like her at first sight. She said I couldn't see clearly, so I had to put the sugar on the tip of my tongue, half of it outside, and try my best to stick out my tongue. At this moment, a puppy just stood in my way, and I couldn't dodge. The candy on the tip of the tongue accidentally fell to the ground. As luck would have it, I rushed forward with my right foot facing the candy. Well, what should I do? It's too late to say now, but it's too soon. Before I came to my senses, my foot was already on the "baby". I am really anxious and angry: "you smelly dog, rotten dog, dead dog!" " "I kicked the dog in the stomach and the dog ran away in fear. I lifted my feet, broke off the sugar stuck to the soles of my shoes with my hands, looked around and was reluctant to throw it away. " Throw it away. Do you still want to eat? "Zhu Zhu sarcastically said to me. I can't help rubbing my hands full of candy and staring at Juju's mouth, just let me have a look at the butterscotch. I kept swallowing, hoping that she would spit out the sugar and give me half a bite. I couldn't help it any longer, but my nose was sour and tears flowed down like broken beads: "Mom, I want to eat … sugar … I want to eat … sugar …"

Now, the old man of time came and took away his childhood in a hurry. I won't haggle over a candy like before, and I won't cry. Thanks to the old time, because he printed his childhood into the purest, truest and most beautiful book in our hearts.

With Tenuto's childhood, like a steady stream of water, it flows slowly in my heart. In this stream, there are both happy laughter and sad tears, but what I remember most is a stupid thing I did in my childhood.

That was when I was four years old. One morning, grandma was cooking in the kitchen and found that there was no salt, so she was at a loss. Why? Because I'm the only one left at home, what if she goes out by herself and leaves me alone at home? So I feel uneasy. At this time, I saw through grandma's difficulties and took the initiative to say to her, "I will help you buy back the salt." "You?" Grandma looked at me doubtfully. "yes! I have been there several times! " (Actually, I haven't been there) Grandma nodded helplessly.

Soon, I bought salt from the canteen, and I was glad that I could work for adults. I accidentally stepped on the banana skin on the ground. Suddenly I fell down, the salt bag fell to the ground and broke, and shiny salt spilled all over the floor. I immediately panicked and thought: The salt fell to the ground and got dirty. I have to tell my grandmother the bad news quickly.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the yard, I saw Grandma Wang scouring rice next door. I suddenly had a brainwave and thought: since rice can be washed with water, so can salt. Thinking of this, I immediately borrowed a birdbath from Grandma Wang. Come to the street, put salt in the basin, and run to the faucet in the yard.

Water soon filled the basin. I shook the washbasin vigorously, and then put my hand in to stir. Unexpectedly, the basin is empty. I was so scared that I ran home at once without thinking about the basin.

When I got home, I told my grandmother what had happened. Before she finished, grandma burst into laughter. She touched my head and smiled and said, "Silly boy, salt can't be washed clean. It is soluble in water. " Say that finish and burst out laughing.

From this incident, I understand a truth: think twice before you act.

Eleven. When I was a child, I often heard adults tell me that the world is constantly changing, and everything around you will not remain the same for life. At that time, I didn't quite understand, just curious why everything would change, even beyond recognition. It's like a face change in a movie.

After a few years, I have been sensible and seem to know a little. Everything is developing, just like time keeps passing. Although the development is fast and slow, it will all become different from before. This is the magic of development, and it is also the driving force for their continuous development.

When I grow up, I look at the people and things coming and going around me, and the environment is constantly changing, so to fully understand the importance of development, take Hangzhou as an example. No, I'm afraid I can't talk about the changes in Hangzhou for days and nights. Let's narrow it down a little and talk about Wen 'er Road, which is neither long nor short.

My elders told me that about twenty years ago, there were not so many houses there, mostly farmland and cemeteries, which were very desolate. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I can probably imagine the situation at that time.

I have lived in that area since I was a child. When I was a primary school student, I often went there because my school was near my home. At that time, although the road was much better than before, it was only an alley at best. When the wind blows, the dust is flying, and the eyes are foggy, but when it rains, it is not much better. If you travel there, you must wash your shoes, because the ground is like a thick layer of mud.

For about ten years, Wen Er Road has completely changed. Like a grown-up child, it is showing its charm. Although it is not as good as the listed center, it is also very similar. The shops on the roadside opened, and then they were renovated again and again, and the road widened. Cars come and go on it, extending in all directions. This is not the old Wen 'er Road. It represents the most remarkable change in the new century and represents that Hangzhou is moving towards a higher level.

Happiness lies in change.

Childhood is really interesting.

Twelve. Happy Saturday

Another happy Saturday. Early in the morning, before I got up, my mother said to me, "It's a beautiful day today. I will take you to the vegetable market. " Hearing this, I got excited.

I am carrying a basket and going shopping with my parents happily. As soon as we stepped into the gate of the market yard, we were attracted by the bustling scene before us. I saw a sea of people in the yard, crowded with people, and there was an endless stream of people coming in and out at the gate of the market yard. Small shops on both sides of the market aisle are also crowded with people. The hawkers receive every customer with a big smile, holding goods and changing money ... they are very busy.

A bargain led my parents and me into the vegetable shed. I saw a dazzling array of vegetables on the concrete platforms on both sides of the corridor, including tomatoes, cucumbers, cauliflower and eggplant. "Please weigh two cauliflowers for me!" "I want a catty of tomatoes, a little bigger!" "Give me three cucumbers, hurry up!" Small vendors selling vegetables keep promising "good" and "good". Although they were sweating profusely, they all showed gratified smiles on their faces.

Look at the clothes counter again. The shelves are full of all kinds of fashions. A few dignified and delicate girls and a few handsome boys are there carefully choosing their favorite clothes.

Seeing this bustling scene, I can't help but think of the scene in the market yard before: before, there were no counters or counters in the market yard. Farmers selling vegetables spread a stall on the ground and put vegetables up, which is the counter. The small shops on both sides of the aisle are empty, if any.

On the way home, I thought to myself: now that the reform and opening up have been implemented, people have lived a happy life. Thanks for the party's policies! It is the spring breeze of reform and opening up that makes people gallop on the road of getting rich, turning the deserted and dilapidated yard into a prosperous farmer's market today.

Thirteen. What is childhood? It is a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a companion's mystery. ...................... In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I vividly recall the interesting stories of my childhood, my face always glows with ruddy luster. After all, the past is like the murmur of running water in my heart. Once the generation is so eloquent. .....

When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Grandma lives in the country, so many people ride horses from this village to that village. I am envious and want to try riding, but Matthew is too tall for me to ride. I was just about to get on the bus when I saw my grandmother feeding the pigs. I thought pigs were small and easy to eat. As soon as I saw grandma feeding pigs, I went to the pigsty. The pig ran into grandma's garden. The cucumbers and persimmons in it were trampled by pigs. I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree. This time, grandma caught the pig. After she drove the pig into the nest, she said I was too naughty to even ride the pig.

Another time was when I was seven years old. I just learned to ride a bike. I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode bicycles to the square to play, where there was a lot of space. I got there by bike, riding faster and faster, and suddenly I saw an adult riding a bike in front of me. I couldn't stop because I rode too fast. I was about to hit it when my mother called me. I thought to myself, "I'll get hurt if I hit it, and I'm not good at riding." What if I tumble? " I don't know what to do. Then I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay to jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I wasn't hurt, but my car was hit by that man.

Whenever I recall these things, I always giggle, so sweet and so brilliant. It seems that all fascinating memories are vividly reproduced. I continue to recall those poetic years and dreams when I was young.

Fourteen years of childhood, like a colorful dream, with a pair of lovely wings, slowly flew to the sky, and like a condiment of life, sweet and sour. Everything is available. Speaking of childhood, everyone has many funny and interesting things, and I am no exception.

That year, I was just 6 years old. I am bored sitting in front of my house, looking up at the blue sky, watching birds flying freely in the sky, and hopefully watching kittens lying on the ground in the sun. Suddenly I remembered what the teacher said in class: "Birds can fly because they have wings ..." At this time, I wanted an experiment, and I had the best "experiment"-that one.

I tried my best to catch the cat. The kitten meowed, as if complaining to me: "Little master, don't scratch me." I comforted the kitten and said, "don't be afraid, little darling." You can play with birds in the future, are you afraid? "

"What do you use to make the wings of a cat?" I thought, "Hey, I got it!" I took a piece of paper and a pen, drew a pair of wings on the paper with the pen, then cut them out with scissors and stuck them on the cat's back.

I held the kitten in my arms and said to it, "Don't be afraid, you are going to fly!" " "I tried my best to throw the cat into the sky, and only heard a meow, and the cat was thrown to the ground." Hey, why not fly? Oh, I see. You must be distracted. I'll give you a little pressure when I get to the second floor to see if you concentrate! "I said to the kitten.

I ran to the balcony on the second floor with my kitten in my arms, ready to continue my "experiment" on the balcony on the second floor.

I came to the balcony and nagged the kitten, "You must concentrate and come on!" " "I touched the kitten and thought when I was about to throw it out, if I can't fly like just now, won't my cat become a' disabled cat'? You can't. I saw the rope hanging on the wall and decided to tie the kitten's feet with a rope.

"One, two, three." I threw the kitten into the sky as hard as I did just now, and this time it fell like just now. To make matters worse, the rope broke. I only heard a scream from the kitten, as if to say, "Little master, help me!" " I looked at the kitten anxiously but helplessly.

It happened that Grandpa Wang was walking next door, pulling the kitten back from the brink of life and death. Grandpa Wang is holding the kitten, so I hurried downstairs to thank Grandpa Wang.

Grandpa Wang asked me what happened, and I told him truthfully. Grandpa Wang almost burst into tears when he heard this. I looked at Grandpa Wang, like a monk-at a loss. He asked Grandpa Wang doubtfully, "What's the matter?" Grandpa Wang told me the difference between cats and birds. ...

"Oh, it dawned on me." I touched the kitten and said to the kitten, "I'm sorry, kitten, I won't let you fly again." We will still be good friends in the future. "

Will you think I'm stupid after reading it? Yes, childhood is so stupid and naive!

Fifteen. When I was a child, I was very naughty. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.

I remember one time I went home and saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly came to my little head, that is, drawing "Facebook", not on paper, but on my father's face. I first found out the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully drew a big "king" on my father's forehead, and then I used khaki. This is a majestic tiger. After painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and felt sorry for my father's face being painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this. Just as I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him blankly. I burst out laughing. Father looked at me inexplicably. Seeing the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looking at my malicious smile, my father rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found his face painted by me, he ran away without watercolor paint on his face. But I still remember.

Look! How naughty I was when I was a child! It's interesting to think of it until now!