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Childhood life is like a lightning bolt that passes before your eyes. However, the interesting stories of my childhood seem to be engraved in my mind, and I can't erase them, and I can't help but laugh when I think about them.

Once, my mother bought a large bag of vegetables, and when she saw me lying on the sofa watching TV, she said, "Xiao Alcohol, can you go and help your mother wash the dishes?" "Good!

I readily agreed. After my mother finished speaking, she went to the living room to watch TV, and I went into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables on the platform, including cabbage, a handful; There are eggplants, three major roots; There are tomatoes, five or six ....... I was stupid, so many dishes, I was asked to wash them in the kindergarten class, really.

Ah, there you have it! "I shouted, doesn't my mother usually stuff so many clothes into the washing machine and wash them together? So I won't do the same?

Wait a minute, maybe my mother will praise me! Thinking of this, I picked up the big bag of vegetables and went to the washing machine, tiptoed to lift the lid of the washing machine, carefully put the dishes in, then closed the lid again, and finally pressed the power button. Listen to "boom......I sat on the sidelines and thought with relish how smart I was.

After a while, I thought, the dishes are cleaned, right? Hey! I got up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it, and when I lifted the lid of the washing machine, I said, "Ah!

I was amazed, what about the dishes? Look at the cabbage left with the "Commander of the Light Pole", and the eggplant seems to have been gnawed by a mouse, and it is covered in scaly wounds; And the tomatoes are gone......I was scared into a cold sweat, what should I do? Mom spent so much money to buy so many vegetables, but I washed it like this, and I really helped more and more!

Xiao alcohol, is the dish washed? I'm going to stir-fry. Mom walked into the kitchen and shouted.

I was silent, "Grease the soles of your feet - slip away!" So he went into his little room and locked the door ......

I couldn't help but laugh when I thought of this childhood anecdote. How innocent I was in my childhood! As I've gotten older, I've come to understand

Different things need different practices to achieve good results; Otherwise, the consequences are often counterproductive or even out of control.

1.The dream of childhood is a horse riding on red clay; The dream of childhood is a kite flying in the blue sky; The dream of childhood is a thousand paper cranes that can never be folded; Childhood dreams are nursery rhymes that can never be sung; Childhood dreams are anime that can never be finished; The dream of childhood is a fragrant tea that can never be tasted; Childhood dreams are never-ending stories; Childhood dreams are the ...... of a boat that washes green water

2.Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart; Childhood is like a faint cup of tea, which makes you reminisce; Childhood is like a stormy rainbow, colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow after the sunset, so nostalgic.

3.The past is like a cloud, and the childhood dream is like a cloud that is fleeting, elusive, but so charming. Pure, unabashedly ......

4.Growing up under the blue sky, the dreams in the night sky are like piling up small castles on the beach, piling up dreams on the blue sea; I always like to play under the banyan tree, and I like to sit quietly there, listening to the old man tell the old story, and the dream was green at that time; When I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown, and in the autumn when the leaves were falling, I admired the golden leaves flying in the sky, and the dream at that time was golden. When I was a child, I always liked to dream, walking in my dreams and couldn't find the exit maze, I was locked in the maze again and again, my heart was so confused, in real life, when I aroused my fighting spirit, at that time the dream was the color of fire.........

5.Childhood poems, childhood songs, childhood music and paintings, childhood faces. Day and night, spring, summer, autumn and winter, mountains, rivers and streams, desert and vast plains, cherish with me, accompany childhood, and with me, cherish childhood.

Write a childhood song, a hundred flowers accompany the heavenly girl.

Playing the tune of childhood, the birds of the strange phoenix.

Sing the songs of childhood, and the dripping water will join the rivers.

Conductor childhood ballads, spraying thin to the sky.

There are many interesting things in everyone's childhood, and I am certainly no exception, so I will tell you an interesting thing in my childhood.

It was a hot summer, and I was playing at my grandmother's house, who lived in the countryside and raised a lot of chickens. One day, my grandmother, uncle, and grandfather went out to play and left me at home alone, and I was very angry and thought, why are they like this, they don't take me when they go out. When I was idle in the house and had nothing to do, I wanted to go to the chicken coop and see what the chickens were doing.

I had just gone in and all I heard was a "bang" and a hen laid an egg. It's so funny, I touched the egg curiously, hey, hot, wet. This is, an idea came to me.

I thought, chickens will lay eggs, all the chickens in the chicken coop must be born, or dig out the eggs, grandma came back and saw so many eggs, don't praise me, maybe reward me, right dig eggs! After thinking about it, I don't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, grab a chicken and dig it out, the chicken seems to know its fate, flapping its wings hard, trying to escape, what about me, holding on to the chicken claws, to see if it's powerful or I'm powerful, I didn't take it out for a long time, what's going on, why can't I take it out, it's so difficult that my reward is gone? I don't believe it, this one can't be pulled out in the other, I threw the chicken casually, and went to catch other chickens, those chickens saw me coming, one by one jumped up and down, like a mouse seeing a cat, pull out the legs and run, I, don't let go, a force to catch the chicken, no, I haven't been half an hour before I am about to become a chicken feather man.

It was not easy to catch a chicken, I started to dig it, and the chicken that I pulled out "screamed" and screamed, but I didn't take it out, and I grabbed another ......The chicken that I took out was foaming at the mouth, and I ...... againGrandma and the others came back, and when they saw my embarrassment, they couldn't help laughing, and when they asked why, Grandma not only did not praise me, but also reprimanded me, and later, I learned that except for the hen in the chicken coop, the rest were all roosters.

This is one of the interesting things in my childhood, it is not only fun, but it also warns me all the time: stealing chickens is not good at picking up rice, and you must not do bad things with good intentions.

The yellow earth of my hometown bai left the footprints of my childhood, and there are mine.

My grandfather and grandmother also have my favorite bamboo forests, melon sheds, inner rice fields, and snowy fieldsCapacity....

How ridiculous I was when I was a child. As soon as spring comes, I will be like a bird returning to the forest, plunging into the bamboo forest, I often carry my small bamboo basket, step on the green lawn, and start a day of roaming.

A small flower, a mushroom, all ran into the small bamboo basket, tired of playing, then lay on the natural "carpet" to sleep, but when I woke up, already in my grandmother's arms, I always asked my grandmother what was going on, but my grandmother didn't tell me.

I am looking forward to it, summer is finally coming, I am always staring at the melons in the field, and in the evening, I must be the first to eat watermelons. After eating the watermelon, my grandfather picked up the watermelon that I hadn't eaten and mouthed, and my grandfather deliberately asked me, "Who is the most greedy in our family?"

I said with certainty, "It's Grandpa!" "Because I saw my grandfather nibbling on watermelon rind." As soon as he listened, my grandfather laughed and ......

Autumn is coming quietly and silently, and the gentle autumn wind brings the joy of harvest.

Winter came, after the heavy snowfall, I had a snowball fight with my friends, at this time my grandfather would always help me soft snowballs, but my friends also found "rescuers" but still lost.

Childhood is like a cloud, and after a while, it drifts away to the blue sky. I really want to go back to my free and easy childhood.

Yes, childhood is the time for truth, goodness and beauty, and when you grow up, you are dyed and discolored.