What are the interesting stories of the author s childhood?

Lu Xun's, from the Baicao Garden to the Sanwei Book House, and, moisten the soil.

The author's childhood anecdotes include: turning bricks to find centipedes, pressing the backbone of cantharids, singing reeds and pulling He Shou Wu vines, and picking raspberries to eat. The author writes about the Baicao Garden, with "music" as the center, using white drawing techniques, and simple and vivid words to depict a children's paradise with infinite fun, interspersed with the legend of the "beautiful snake" and the old hall of catching birds in the snow in winter.

The Three Flavors Shoya, on the other hand, is a completely different world, and the author realistically writes about the stale flavor of the Three Flavors Shoya, saying that it is "the strictest shoku in the city", where children are bound by rules.

However, the author did not write the Sanwei Book House lifeless, but through the students sneaking into the back garden to play during the recess, and the old private school Mr. was engrossed in the class, and the students took the opportunity to steal fun with the narration of two wild stories with small stories, which made the Sanwei Book House full of humor and expressed the irrepressible happy nature of children.

Fun facts about Edison's childhood.

Edison loved to use his brain in his childhood, and his curiosity was particularly strong, and one morning, the family suddenly found that Edison was missing, and they couldn't find it everywhere, until the evening, only to find him lying next to the chicken coop, with a lot of eggs pressed under his stomach, it turned out that he had a whimsical idea to use his body to hatch chicks, and the result backfired: the eggshell was cracked and the yolk was overflowing.

From an early age, Edison liked to think about a series of questions with his unusual head. When he saw the blacksmith burning iron red in the raging fire and hammering it into all sorts of tools, he shook his head and asked one question after another: What is fire?

Why does fire burn? Why is the fire so hot? Why does iron turn red after being burned in fire?

The iron is red, what is soft to accompany the noise? Back home, little Edison began his first experiments in his own wooden shed. He brought hay and lit it, trying to figure out what the fire was.

However, little Edison's first experiment caused a fire that burned down the family's wooden shed.

When Edison Jr. was 12 years old, he began selling newspapers on trains, arriving in Detroit by early train every day, and then taking the late train back to Port Huron at 9 p.m. The reason why Edison got on the train to sell newspapers at a young age was that he was bored with his school studies, and second, he could save up a fund for research experiments at his disposal by selling newspapers on the train, and he could also use his afternoon break in Detroit to read many science books in the city library. Twelve-year-old Edison, with the help of train conductors, also built a small laboratory of his own in the corner of the luggage car.

It wasn't until a fire during an experiment that Edison's early scientific experiments in the train lab ended.

Washington cut down trees.

Washington is the first in the United States**. When he was a child, he cut down two of his father's cherry trees. His father came back and was very angry.

He thought to himself, "If I find out who cut down my tree, I'm going to beat him up." His father asked everywhere. When he asked his son, Washington began to cry.

I cut down your tree! "Washington and Panto. The father picked up his son and said:

I'm such a smart boy, I'd rather lose a hundred trees than hear you lie. ”

Lenin as a child.

When Lenin was a child, he was a serious student of Lu Zheng. Lenin was in school, and he studied every subject very well. The teacher lectured, and he listened attentively.

The homework left by the teacher, he did it seriously. Lenin finished his schoolwork and read many extracurricular books. He often told the stories in his books to others.

He loved the hard-working and brave people in the book and used them as his example. Lenin was very fond of books. He never stained his books and didn't throw them around.

This is how Lenin learned Lu Tong when he was a child.

Turgenev and his childhood life.

Making flatbread in the pot, Mom and Dad were not at home, and made it very thick, taught a little oil and began to make cakes, the pot was boiled dry, I continued to burn the fire Dad came back, I was startled and quickly let me go, and then I learned that fortunately Dad came back in time, otherwise the pot would have exploded.

There are a lot of them, some good and some not-so-good.

What is childhood? It is the cicada in the tree, the frog in the water, the short song of the shepherd's flute, and the hidden ....... of the partnerIn short, childhood is carefree and happy.

Whenever I vividly recall the anecdotes of my childhood, my face is always flushed with a rosy glow. After all, the past swirled in my heart like the sound of flowing water, and once it burst out, it was so gushing .......

When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house, my grandmother lived in the countryside, so there were many people there who rode horses from this village to that village, I was very envious of it, and I wanted to try riding a horse, but the horseback was too high, I couldn't go up, I was trying to go up, I happened to see my grandmother feeding the pigs, I thought the pigs were small, it was easy to go up, I saw my grandmother after feeding the pigs into the house, I went to the pig's nest, opened the door and went in and chose a pig to ride on and ran out, grandma saw it, I hurriedly ran out to call me, I saw my grandmother, and tried to make the pig stop, but she couldn't stop. The pig ran into the grandmother's vegetable garden, and the cucumbers and persimmons in it. They were all trampled off by pigs, and I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree, and this time my grandmother caught the pig, and after driving the pig into the nest, my grandmother said that I was so naughty that even the pig dared to ride.

Another time was when I was seven years old, when I first learned to ride a bike. I wasn't very good at riding at that time, so my mom and I rode our bikes to the square, where there was a lot of space. I was riding my bicycle there, and the faster I rode, and suddenly I saw an adult coming from the front on a bicycle, because I was riding too fast, I couldn't brake the car, and I was about to crash, and my mother was calling me, and I thought:

If I hit it, I'll get hurt too, and I'm not very good at riding, so what if I turn around and fall? "I don't know what to do anymore. That's when I suddenly remembered:

Jump out of the car, it's going to be fine" I jumped out of the car, I wasn't hurt, but my car crashed into the guy.

Whenever I recall this, I always "giggle", laughing so sweetly, so brightly. It's as if all the haunting memories of the past have come back to life. I continue to think about the poetic years of my youth, the season of dreams.

I think that childhood is a tree without growth rings, which never grows old and never disappears.