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Childhood fun facts. There were many interesting things in my childhood. For example: jokes told while chatting with friends, blowing bubbles with friends.
The most memorable thing for me is that I learned to ride a bicycle, laughing at me, my stomach hurts for a day, hehe, just a little joke.
In the morning, my mother went to work very early, and my father and brother were still sleeping under the covers, which made me angry! Holding a chicken feather, in.
My brother scratched the soles of his feet a few times, and he laughed, and I quickly ran out of the bedroom, hid in a small corner, and played with my brother.
Hidden. My brother couldn't find me and went to sleep again. I yelled, "Brother Lazy Pig, get up and learn to ride a bicycle with me," he said
Let me sleep again, good sister. I said, "No, I don't, fast." Rise. Come. But he still can't afford it, so I'll take our house.
All the alarm clocks were given alarm clocks, and they all rang at half past seven, which scared my brother and got up all at once. I had no choice but to accompany me.
Biked. I'm amazing!
At first, I didn't dare to ride, so I asked my brother to ride slowly, but I fell several times, my leg was broken, my arm was broken, and I was angry.
I really don't want to ride it, but I've already disturbed my brother, and I'm embarrassed to let him go back.
My brother helped me ride a few laps and then started riding on my own, but I didn't expect it. Touched the tree, my brother smiled from ear to ear, and I will.
When I started crying, my brother couldn't do it anymore, so he coaxed me and said, "Don't cry, please eat candy," I laughed. A few minutes later, in the hands of my brother.
Running at me with an Alpine lollipop, I threw a banana peel at him with a bad heart, and fell with a thud, I.
Triumphantly snatched the lollipop back from his brother's hand and ate it with relish on the side.
Seeing my brother's pitiful appearance, I gave him one and said, "I invited you," and the brother was speechless.
When I got home, I remembered what happened today, and told my father and mother about it, and they laughed on the side. Now that I'm a junior high school student, I remember.
I laugh when I come, not at my brother, but at myself, and at why I love to cry so much. Hehe!
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There are many things in our childhood. There are those who are happy; There are sorrowful; There are unforgettable; There is comedy. But I think the most interesting thing is that incident, which still lingers in my mind.
I remember that it was a Friday in the fifth grade, and all the teachers and students of our school were going to go to Taohuashan for a spring outing, but it was raining again on this day, which was really unfortunate! The teacher said:"Rain or shine today.
This sentence inspired the fighting spirit of the students! Hearing this, the students were very happy, some cheered, and some jumped three feet high. "Good, good"Shouted loudly.
At eight o'clock, the teacher left the school with us and drove to the beautiful peach orchard of Peach Blossom Mountain in the bus he had chartered. On the bus, the students' voices and laughter were louder than the whirring of the cars. After more than half an hour, we arrived at the foot of the beautiful Peach Blossom Mountain.
As soon as I stepped out of the car, a puff of fragrance wafted into my nose. I looked up at the top of the mountain, and when I saw that it was so high, and the ground was still wet, I thought, "No, how can I walk so high, and the road is not easy to walk."
I looked around at my classmates, who were using their umbrellas as crutches, ready to take on the daunting task. I turned my head and asked my good friend:"Is it up to it?
Absolutely"I can't help it, just follow"Large troops"Head up the hill. Many students didn't want to leave when they walked halfway up the mountain, but when the teacher learned about it, he persuaded them to continue, because there was a beautiful view from above. Some of my classmates fell to the ground halfway up the mountain, and I was laughing at the classmates who were thrown next to me.
Not good"I stepped on a wet rock, and all of a sudden my knees got dirty, and as the slope became steeper, there was hardly a single person in the class who didn't become a little clay figurine. I was walking and I accidentally fell down again, and a few classmates in the back followed me"Bye-bye"。"I'm really sorry to hurt you.
I hurriedly apologized. What confidence do I have to climb the mountain in such a situation? "It's really boring, I can't do a good class at school, what kind of mountain do I climb, it's boring.
The classmate next to me heard it and said to me:"That's interesting, come with me"As he spoke, he pulled me and rushed upward. A few of my classmates and I had fallen behind, but thanks to their help, I caught up"Large troops"Confidence has been re-established.
At the top of the mountain, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, as if to greet us"Spring is here again, how beautiful! "The fresh air we breathe in here is a blessing from nature.
We should make good use of this time and enjoy the joy of spring. From this, I also understood that in order to get something in return, you must first give. If we want to enjoy the blessings that nature has given us, we must not be afraid of difficulties and strive to climb upwards.
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