Childhood reading card 40, how to make a reading card for Childhood ?

Draw a little girl reading a book, write the title of "childhood" on the book, then draw a big mushroom and a purse, draw the border of the reading card, then color the little girl, paint the mushrooms orange and yellow, paint the pencil in color, paint the border of the reading card with dark pink and light pink, and finally add horizontal lines to cut it out, and the reading card is made.

Start by preparing a piece of hard paper, pencils, scissors, and a watercolor pen.

1. First draw a child reading a book, write the theme of "childhood" on the cover of the book, and then draw a mushroom below the child and a pencil at the bottom.

2. Draw a square reading card border behind the child, add plants and pencil decoration below, and draw a small sun in the upper right corner.

3. After the drawing, you can start coloring, paint the little girl with brown hair, the mushrooms with yellow, the border of the reading card with pink, the plants at the bottom with dark green and green, and the sun with color.

4. Then add an orange pattern to the mushrooms, paint the pen at the bottom with pink, yellow and blue, and add a thick dotted line of dark pink to the border.

5. Finally, draw a horizontal line inside the mushroom, cut it with scissors after drawing, and the childhood reading card is completed.

Let's be honest! What you write is really not bad! (hee-hee).

You seem to write a bit too much, can you shorthand it down?

Lost childhood.

To childhood, to the beauty of our eventual death. —Epigraph.

There is always a warm ray of sunshine that illuminates during this period; There is always a flower that blooms during this period; There is always a slow spring flowing during this period. Ah, childhood, the beauty of the fleeting, since the moment you gave us, you have also silently calculated the passage of the hourglass, bit by bit, I don't know whether it is passing or accumulating.

As it passes, it is also accumulating bit by bit - both gains and losses, both losses and gains.

He never thought that through the beautiful memories of the glass, another year of osmanthus blooming, and another time of osmanthus thanks, but I can no longer go back to the past, can no longer touch the osmanthus in the past, taste the slightest fragrance.

In those years, we picked up petals under the osmanthus tree, which was the age of Aimei, and carefully put them in the pencil case, wanting to leave the fragrance of flowers; Year after year, we danced under the osmanthus tree, frolicking, trying to remember this moment of time; Time passed, and we ran on the playground, chasing the innocent and childish dreams one by one. Today, when I turned back by chance, I seemed to see the osmanthus in full bloom again, approaching the osmanthus tree, caressing its branches, stripes and spots.

The traces interpret the vicissitudes of the years it has experienced, and once again remind us of our time in the past.

I woke up from my dream, and there were exam exercises and practice papers on my desk, and there were handwriting sheets beside me. There was a cup of tea on the table, I picked it up, my mouth didn't move, and the sound of 'ticking and ticking' flowed in my ears, I was stunned and drank it all.

Tea, so bitter....Maybe that's what I thought before, right? Now I taste the thick tea and feel the strong warmth, and the tea flows into the heart, which seems to contain a sweet taste.

Maybe tomorrow, I will walk out of my childhood, embark on the road of youth, chase my childhood dreams, reminisce about my childhood, want to keep that innocence, want to grasp it, but it penetrates my fingers and disperses.

The years are like water, the years are merciless, my eyes are gradually wet, and a piece of pain comes out of my ......But I will not forget the past, let alone lose the future, wipe away my tears, I will be myself.

In my dreams, I seemed to be in the last class, ready for the graduation exam......

Goodbye, childhood! I will not give up on my dreams, I will still pursue the lost years - I will treasure them forever in my heart, because then they will not be lost.

Outside the reading record card.

In the dimly lit house, my father lay on the floor with his hands and feet spread.

He was dressed in white, barefoot, and his fingers were weakly bent.

His happy eyes were tightly closed, and they became two black holes; Grinning with her teeth bared, she seemed to scare me.

Mother knelt beside him and combed my father's hair with the little comb I used to see watermelon peels.

His mother wore a red apron and muttered to herself roughly, tears streaming down his swollen eyes.

My grandmother held my hand tightly, and she was crying and trembling, making my hands tremble.

She was going to push me to my father's side, I didn't want to go, I was scared!

I've never seen anything like this, and there's an inexplicable sense of fear.

I don't understand what my grandmother meant by what she told me over and over again:

Come, say goodbye to Daddy, son, he's not old yet, but he's dead, and you'll never see him again, dear ......”

I always believed anything my grandmother said. Even though she was dressed in black, she looked surprisingly big with her head and eyes, which was strange and funny.

When I was young, I had a serious illness, and my father took care of me, but later, my grandmother came, and he came to take care of me.

Where are you? ”

I asked. "Nizhni, you can't go by boat, you can't walk on the water, little ghost! ”

She replied. Can't walk on the water! Boat!

Ah, it's ridiculous, it's funny!

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