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Childhood fun facts.

Everyone has a childhood, and the anecdotes of childhood are like all kinds of shells on the seaside, sparkling in the company of the sea, exuding colorful brilliance, and there are countless to count. And now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand, which is also one of my most memorable childhood anecdotes.

I remember when I was a child, there was an orange tree in my yard that I had planted with me when I was born, and I often used a knife to carve a mark on the trunk of the tree, and every day I went to measure whether I had grown taller. Looking at the horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon. One day, I suddenly realized that I was shorter than the mark.

Oh, my God! Am I growing upside down? I was so frightened that I hurriedly ran to ask my mother

Mom, why have other friends grown taller, and how have I become shorter? "My mother hurriedly put down the work around her, put me on the chair and asked"Why do you say that?

I hurriedly jumped out of the chair, took my mother's hand, pulled her into the yard and pointed to it"I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but when I came to do it today, it was below the horizontal line I had carved before. "As I spoke, I pointed out the two horizontal lines on the tree.

My mother listened to my words, looked at the tree again, and after two minutes of silence, she laughed inexplicably, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist, tears came out, and patted my head on the head, which was looking at her stupidly, and said"Fool, it's not that you're short, it's that the tree is tall, don't do such stupid things in the future. "It dawned on me that it wasn't that I was short, but that the tree was tall.

After that, I happily went to play with the chicks, and I didn't know what stupid things I would do to the chicks.

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like that, there were a lot of silly and funny things.

Like bathing a snow doll, shaving ...... eyebrowsIt is also so many interesting things and silly things that make up that colorful childhood, a happy childhood, and a nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly passing away from me, I am no longer so stupid, and I believe that the funny stories of my childhood will definitely become the most beautiful memories of my life.

In the long river of my memory, there are countless past events, joy, sadness, surprise, ridiculous ......They are like delicate shells, treasured in my mind, if I want to say the most full of childhood joy and fun shells, that is this ......

It was a summer day, the warm breeze of the summer day caressed everything, and from time to time there was a crisp and pleasant sound of insects around me, I got up early, walked alone in the woods, humming the nursery rhymes I had just learned, and gradually became one with nature.

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic chirp in my ears, and I stopped singing, held my breath, and listened intently, and the cry gradually became clear. "Got it, got it...... got it"Ahh It turned out that the cicadas were singing!

A few days ago, Brother Zhang of the neighbor's house caught several cicadas, which were small and cute, and I still didn't want to let go after a long time. So, I ran home, got all the tools ready, and hopped back into the woods.

At this time, the woods seem so quiet, and the melodious chirping of cicadas adds a bit of elegance to this. I took a silent step, lurking under the tree.

I have long heard that cicadas are very alert, and if they hear the slightest disturbance, they will run away. Sure enough, I hugged the trunk of the tree and rose vertically and vertically, but the bamboo pole accidentally rubbed the leaves, and the cicadas had already flown away without a trace.

This time, I was more careful, gently and quietly climbed up the tree, just as the cicada was enjoying the sun and breeze, I quickly stretched out the bamboo pole, because of the sugar juice and became sticky gluten just touched the cicada, it firmly stuck to it, no matter how it struggled, it could not escape, just like that, a small and cute cicada came to my hand.

Ah, this is still a cicada that has just molted! With soft thin wings, an incomparably delicate body, and black pearl-like eyes, he is simply a living elf! I held it in my hand and couldn't help but sing happily again: "On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that the summer ...... is crying loudly."”

It's been a long time since this incident, but I still remember it vividly, and whenever I think of that scene, I always smile knowingly.