Essay Discoveries in Childhood 400 words .

My findings. This week, we studied a text called "The Pentagram in the Apple", and when I learned it, I was amazed that there would be such an interesting pattern hidden in the cross-cutting apple, and I eagerly hoped that I could cut the fruit in a different way and see what I could find.

I was so happy to see my mother buy so many fruits, including pears, bananas, kiwis, lemons and oranges! My experiment is about to begin. I first washed a pear, and then, like the little boy in the book, cut it not vertically, but horizontally, and as a result, an amazing pattern appeared, also a five-pointed star.

Hey, why is Ya pear, like apple, also hiding a five-pointed star pattern inside? "I was excited, excited, and at the same time feeling a little incredible.

Then I looked at the bananas and kiwi in the fruit bowl and thought, "Isn't it possible that if you cut each fruit crosswise, there will be a five-pointed star in it?" "I really want to see it.

So, with my mother's permission, I tried to cross-cut the banana again, cut it into sections, and found that the cross-section of the banana was a hexagon, with a central point in the middle, and the rays extending out separated the hexagonal into six small triangles, a small triangle was dark in color, and a small triangle was pale in color, arranged at intervals, a bit like a windmill with three triangular petals. Finally, I cut a kiwi fruit vertically and then horizontally, and I saw two patterns, when I cut it cross, it was an oval shape with a beautiful pattern like a peacock's feather, and when I cut it vertically, I got a pattern that looked like a small tree.

Nature's fruits are amazing! It turns out that each fruit has beautiful patterns hidden in it, some of the same patterns, some of which are different, and it really makes me see a lot of fruit in a different way.

Whenever I see a kitten, I think of the silly things I did in my childhood.

That was a few years ago, and my mother took me to live at my grandmother's house in the countryside.

Grandma's family has a cute little kitten, black and white hair, a pair of small eyes like glass balls, a small mouth under a flat nose, slender legs and a long fluffy tail, which can really be described as a "beauty" among cats. The only thing that displeased me was that this "beauty" had a pinch of beard on each side of her cheeks, how could a "beauty" grow a beard? I had an idea and came up with a good idea.

I tiptoed open the drawer, hurriedly took out the scissors, and couldn't wait to get ready to cut the cat's beard.

I carefully picked up the cat, stroked its soft, smooth fur, and said, "Good cat, I'm going to make you prettier." The kitten seemed to understand my words, obediently lying on my lap, I saw that it was obedient, so I took out the scissors, "clicked" twice, cut its whiskers, I proudly admired my "masterpiece", but the cat seemed to be frightened, and ran away in a hurry, "Does it not like this new shape?" , I was puzzled and a little overwhelmed......

When my mother came back, she looked at the cat's new appearance, and then at my timid appearance, and laughed, and she took my hand and said to me slowly: "A cat's beard cannot be cut, and there are many mice in the countryside, so the cat needs to use it to measure the size of the mouse hole, so as to help it catch mice." I nodded in understanding, blinking wide-eyed.

A few years have passed, and whenever I think back to the stupid things I did in my childhood, I can't help but purse my lips and snicker, and I don't know the ...... of its beard

In the long river of my memory, there are countless past events, joy, sadness, surprise, ridiculous ......They are like delicate shells, treasured in my mind, if I want to say the most full of childhood joy and fun shells, that is this ......

It was a summer day, the warm breeze of the summer day caressed everything, and from time to time there was a crisp and pleasant sound of insects around me, I got up early, walked alone in the woods, humming the nursery rhymes I had just learned, and gradually became one with nature.

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic chirp in my ears, and I stopped singing, held my breath, and listened intently, and the cry gradually became clear. "Got it, got it...... got it"Ahh It turned out that the cicadas were singing!

A few days ago, Brother Zhang of the neighbor's house caught several cicadas, which were small and cute, and I still didn't want to let go after a long time. So, I ran home, got all the tools ready, and hopped back into the woods.

At this time, the woods seem so quiet, and the melodious chirping of cicadas adds a bit of elegance to this. I took a silent step, lurking under the tree.

I have long heard that cicadas are very alert, and if they hear the slightest disturbance, they will run away. Sure enough, I hugged the trunk of the tree and rose vertically and vertically, but the bamboo pole accidentally rubbed the leaves, and the cicadas had already flown away without a trace.

This time, I was more careful, gently and quietly climbed up the tree, just as the cicada was enjoying the sun and breeze, I quickly stretched out the bamboo pole, because of the sugar juice and became sticky gluten just touched the cicada, it firmly stuck to it, no matter how it struggled, it could not escape, just like that, a small and cute cicada came to my hand.

Ah, this is still a cicada that has just molted! With soft thin wings, an incomparably delicate body, and black pearl-like eyes, he is simply a living elf! I held it in my hand and couldn't help but sing happily again: "On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that the summer ...... is crying loudly."”

It's been a long time since this incident, but I still remember it vividly, and whenever I think of that scene, I always smile knowingly.