Writing an essay on the topic of Childhood Fun Stories should be more than 400 fast

1. When it comes to interesting things about childhood, it is like the stars in the sky that cannot be counted. But one of them shines in my mind like the brightest one, and I ...... unforgettable

2. When I was seven years old, my father once went to the countryside for dinner with my younger brother.

3. I'm already full, but my dad is drinking with the host's family, and he's drinking happily. I was bored to death, and suddenly I looked at the liquor on the table and smiled ......

4. I tiptoed to the table, picked up a small glass of liquor that no one had ever drunk, came to my brother's side, and said, 'Do you drink it or not, this is super delicious, just like a drink!' My brother stretched out his nose and sniffed it, and pointed at me and said, "

Hehe, you're trying to hurt me again! "Helplessly, my plot failed.

5. Hey, the smell of wine is too strong, and you can't deceive people. I decided to "go" with critters.

6. I walked to a big rooster with a cup and put it down, but the big rooster didn't seem to see it, what should I do?

7. I had an idea, found a lump of white rice, and put it in the wine. The big rooster was fooled this time, and he pecked when he opened his mouth, and he ate happily. After a while, I ate all the rice that had been put into the white wine. At most, it walks like a penguin, wobbly.

8. I hurriedly called my brother over and said, "Look! Big danced! "That's when Dad and the host heard our laughter and came over. When I saw this scene, I couldn't help but laugh with us.

9. Childhood life is colorful. In our childhood, we weave beautiful stories every day. Here, I hope everyone's childhood is happy!

Flour with laundry detergent.

Childhood is colorful, like a beautiful seashell by the sea; Childhood is carefree, like a prodigal doll who laughs all day long; Childhood is innocent and sweet, like the clear spring water in a mountain stream. When I talk about my childhood, I can't help but think of an interesting thing.

I remember when I was five years old, one day, my mother poured some white powder into the water while washing clothes, and after only a few rubbings, thick white bubbles came out of the basin. I thought it was funny, my two little hands went into the water, kept patting, and grabbed the foam and put it in the water, and the two hands suddenly became "bubble hands". The bubbles are piled together one by one in the hand, and the gentle and gentle Kai Lao is really fun.

Mom let me play for a while. With a hard slap of both hands, white foam splashed all around. Some of them hit the ground and shattered, some flew up, and with color, I ran around the house chasing the bubbles, and unexpectedly stomped on the water in the laundry tub and spilled it all over the ground.

My mom said I was a little naughty and wouldn't let me play anymore.

After a few more days, my mother was out and I was the only one at home. I played with the doll for a while and felt bored, so I remembered to play with white bubbles, but I can't do laundry, what should I do? Inadvertently, I saw the flower silk cloth on the top of the cabinet.

Yes, wash it. I put the flower silk cloth in the basin of water, washed it, there were no bubbles, and then I washed it or not. Oh, I remembered that my mother sprinkled some white powder when she washed, I looked for white powder everywhere, found the kitchen from the bathroom, and found the bed from the kitchen, rummaged through the cabinets, and finally found a transparent bag in the barrel next to the refrigerator, which was full of white powder, I quickly grabbed a handful of flower silk cloth and put it on the water basin, stared at Zesheng and rubbed it like my mother, and kept shouting:

Play Bubble ......"Huh? How do you not bubble white? The hands were sticky, the white powder and the flower silk cloth were glued together, and even the fingers were almost glued.

I was busy rubbing it on the silk cloth, but the more I rubbed it, the stickier it became. I was in a hurry, and I wiped my little hand on my face, and all of a sudden, my face became slimy, and I was so frightened that I cried.

This is, my mother came back, saw my appearance, pinched the thing stuck to my face with her fingers, and found the place where I had just grabbed the white powder, and asked, "Did you use the white powder here?" "Hmm!

I nodded repeatedly. "Hahaha! Mom leaned back with a smile, "You're such a little naughty!"

This is the flour used by my mother to steam steamed buns. Use laundry detergent to do your laundry, so that your favorite white bubbles can bubble up. ”

Flour? Washing powder? Aren't they all white? "I was dumbfounded.

Everyone has a childhood, and childhood anecdotes are like all kinds of shells on the seashore, exuding colorful brilliance in the company of the sea, and there are countless to count. And now this shiniest shell in my hand is also the most memorable childhood fun story I have stared at!

The rain says that the sky will shed tears.

Rose says that love will always wither.

Coffee says that you have to get used to bitterness in life.