-
Anonymous users2024-02-07Childhood, left me with many good memories, sandbag is my favorite game.
Sandbags are divided into two groups, one group of sandbags and the other group of sandbags and sandbags, once, I played sandbags with my classmates, there are three people in our group, there are two masters, we even connect sandbags, always do not end up, and my door has a lot of additional lives, but after the other group of students have to work hard, the two masters were beaten by them, the students of that group were very happy, thinking that I was a piece of cake, can easily play, they were very happy but I was very nervous, because our group was about to perish on the field, Whether our group can play or die is in my hands. Suddenly, I was in a hurry to dodge, and the sandbag hit me in the stomach, so I thought, "If I crouch down, maybe I will catch this bag and save my companions, so that we can make a comeback."
So, I did what I thought, and sure enough, I caught the punching bag, and the other group first jumped and jumped with excitement when they saw me hit, and then I said to them, "I got the punching bag." "It was like a thunderbolt from the blue, which stunned them, and then, it turned into a sigh, and soon, another master also received a pack, and all the members of our group were resurrected!
When I received this sandbag, I really experienced the joy of punching the sandbag. This was an experience I had saving my companions.
-
Anonymous users2024-02-06Childhood memories.
Childhood is like a blackboard, and we are the ones who draw on the blackboard, and every horizontal line is our memory, and some are forgotten by us; Some of them are engraved in our hearts. Childhood is like a dish, and we are the cooks who cook the dishes, and we make the ups and downs of the dishes. Childhood is like a good song, and the lyrics are written by ourselves.
Look at the graffiti on the blackboard, draw smiling faces, angry, sad expressions, and smile helplessly. In childhood, we were naïve and naïve, when we were praised a little, no one could understand our excitement, when we were wronged, our innocence had to be buried in our hearts, and when we were beaten, we would cry desperately.
Try our own "childhood dish", the taste of the dish is incomprehensible, sometimes sour like hard candy in the mouth; Sometimes sweet like a marshmallow in your hand; Sometimes bitter like a warm cup of tea; Sometimes spicy like a fiery red flame.
Listening to childhood songs, each one has a different feeling. Moving, sad, happy, and helpless are all shown in one song after another, and we close our eyes and savor the ...... of our songs
See what we drew on the childhood blackboard, try our own "childhood dishes", and listen to our childhood songs and ......
Childhood life is like a lightning bolt that passes before your eyes. But even if I bury it, the interesting things 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 of them. >>>More
Early in the morning, I bathed in the soft sunlight and walked into the school, and the first thing I saw was the flower garden in the northwest corner of the campus, which is round and charming all year round, and is the most beautiful in spring! You see! In the middle of the flower garden are planted three large trees, there are peach trees. >>>More
Yes, the pattern of interaction between childhood and parents affects the present. To recognize this, you have to change this interactive model and change your personality.
When I was young, the most memorable thing was the braised fish made by my grandmother, at that time it was in the countryside, the family would go to the reservoir to buy a fat big carp, or live, put it in the basin, the fish's eyes were black, the gills were one by one, some fish may know that the limit is approaching, so they fluttered vigorously, its body was cold and slippery, I don't remember the process of killing fish, anyway, it is to buckle the fish gills, scrape the fish scales, grandma scrapes the fish scales layer by layer with iron scissors, in the repetitive action and the sound of brushing, It's easy for me to get caught up in it and run away from God. There are fish bubbles in the belly of the fish, fish roe and fish offal, whenever my grandmother finishes cleaning up the fish, there will be scarlet blood water floating in the iron basin, exuding a fishy smell, the fish scales float up in a colorful way, the fish is hollowed out, the body becomes light and thin, you can touch the texture of the fish meat, the fish offal that is taken out will be fed to the chickens and ducks, what kind of big black iron pot is used for stir-frying at my grandmother's house, stove, burning straw, I was four or five years old at the time, when my grandmother cooked, I gave the fire, watched her stir-fry, soybean oil poured into the pot, after it was hot, will emit wisps of green smoke, and then put in pepper, star anise, and green onion and ginger, whip out the fragrance, grandma will put the big fish drenched in the pot in the pot, squeak, each oil molecule is screamed because of the immersion of water droplets, along with a puff of green smoke, grandma will first fry the fish body, the fish skin wrinkles, become golden yellow, every tumbling with the aroma of oil. >>>More
Sister, I'm sorry!
My sister has some things that I have been saying to you that I have been unable to say, and now I want to take this opportunity to write and say sorry to you. >>>More