Childhood Fun Facts Elementary School Essay Don t Be Too Good Don t Be Too Fake 450 Words

I had a wonderful golden childhood, and there were countless interesting things in my childhood, like the water in the Yellow River, some of which have flowed into the depths of my mind over time, and some things that often come to mind.

When I was a child, I especially hated mice. Lo and behold, the mouse was black, with two small and shiny beads, and its mouth was always "squeaking", as if to say, "I'm so hungry!" I'll see what's delicious. ”

On this day, the rats came to my house again. At this time, my mother was cooking vegetables, and the mouse sneaked in, and looked around, and when I smelled the vegetables, I ran to my mother, and when my mother saw the mouse, she screamed, and I heard my mother's scream, so I immediately ran in.

As soon as I saw the rat, a fire was kindled in me, and I took my broom and cried out, "You abominable rat has come to steal food again, and you should be beaten!" I picked up the broom and hit the mouse, but unfortunately it didn't hit, it was so anxious that it ran around like a headless fly, I fixed my mind, aimed at the head of the mouse, "snap", the mouse was beaten by me and couldn't move at all, I carefully picked up the mouse with a napkin and threw it into the trash, I looked at the corpse of the mouse, and felt a sense of accomplishment in my heart.

The golden childhood is so interesting, and I love that colorful childhood.

The picturesque childhood flies by in a flash, and the little interesting things are like pearls shining gently. This is not? Another shining pearl floated in front of me, it was the story of me when I was 4 years old, and I had a cat.

You may say, what's the fun of having a cat, but don't say that, you see

My mother and I were at the market, and an aunt saw that I was cute and gave me a kitten, and I was very happy, and my mother told me to feed it on time or not to go hungry.

I looked at the kitten's food, it was a small bag of feed of unknown brand, Huang Bula, it must not taste good, no matter how it was the first time to meet, leave a good impression on the kitten, show my generosity as an owner, I can't feed this thing.

What is good to feed? Yes, I like to eat cake the most, so let's buy one for the kitten today, so I ran to buy a big strawberry cake for 5 yuan. When I ran to the kitten out of breath and offered it food, I didn't expect the kitten to refuse to speak.

Maybe it was embarrassing to eat in front of me, so I quietly went out. I think of the beautiful cake of the kitten, and it must be thanking me! Maybe you'll smile at me and meow a few times!

It took me a while before I quietly walked in, oops! The mischievous kitten, who took my kindness for a donkey's liver and lungs, didn't eat at all, and trampled the cake to a mess. I was so angry that I wanted to give it a beating.

Look, my cat story is interesting, although it wasted 5 yuan, but I know the reason why cats don't eat cake.

Childhood, like a piece of fine honey, sweet and silky; childhood, like slender clouds, floats freely in the blue sky; Childhood, like beating notes, played music that touched my heartstrings; Childhood, like a splashing wave, invisibly tells my changes. Flipping through the growth calendar and remembering those few things, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The first is to help grandma pull weeds. On that occasion, my grandmother and I went to the garden to water, fertilize, and pull weeds. Oh, what a beautiful garden! The lilacs bloom happily, and the trees bloom purple.

The small flowers of color, which are not showy, like the size of a pen tip, bloom, but plain and elegant, like a purple mist of mist; There are many colors in the moon season: light blue, light pink, fiery red, pink and purple, ......It's dizzying. Some are heavy makeup, some are simple and elegant, and some are charming and weak; The peach blossoms bloom with an elegant smile like jasmine, a cluster there, a cluster here, white in the powder, white in the white, it is simply the world of apricot rain and pear clouds.

My grandmother told me to pull out the weeds in the sardine field, and I was busy with it, and after a long time, the "weeds" were finally pulled. When I saw it, there were small silver-white flowers all over the field, and on the heart-shaped petals of the congealed heart, there were a little bit of crystal dew, and under the sun, they were like flawless pearls, so beautiful! I hurriedly called my grandmother, and when I was about to "ask for credit", my grandmother shouted:

Ah! Granddaughter! You're pulling out a flower seedling!

But, grandma, flowers should have petals, and I looked at this plant with petals, and thought it was sardines, so I ...... itBefore I could finish speaking, my grandmother said, "Forget it, you should still be able to grow alive, granddaughter, you have to take a good look at it in the future!" "Hmm.

I nodded. The second thing is to help grandpa pick vegetables. It was a sunny day, and my grandfather and I went to the vegetable garden under the warm sunshine. There is a strong sense of spring in the vegetable garden:

The melons and vines held hands and shoulders on their shoulders, and prostrated themselves in the ears of others, as if whispering; The clumps grow lush and lush, greedily sucking the nectar of spring, which is pitiful; The Chinese cabbage rolled the leaves, wrapping the cabbage sum layer after layer, as if it had just passed the cold winter, shivering from the cold, and then put on layer after layer'Thick padded jacket"……"Yanyan! Come and help grandpa dig cabbage! "Okay!

My grandfather and I worked hard to chop down cabbage with knives, and there was always an indescribable joy in our hearts. After a while, the dishes were picked, and my grandfather and I "returned with a full load". Looking at the basket full of vegetables, I have a sense of harvest and harvest joy, and when I eat in the evening, I feel very fragrant.

The little things in growing up, recalling it, there was a burst of sweetness in my heart. It has given me a lot of gains and a lot of inspiration.

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Childhood is precious, childhood is beautiful, and every interesting thing that happened in childhood is always worth remembering.

I remember one day many years ago, when I was playing at home, my mother told me to go to the small shop downstairs to buy a bag of salt, and I took the money and jumped towards the small shop. Soon, I was bouncing around again with a bag of salt. When I got home, I used scissors to cut open the salt bag and found that the salt in the bag was not gray.

At that time, I thought that my mother had said that we should not eat unclean things, and that my mother always had to wash rice before cooking, and I thought: If there is unclean rice to be washed, why should I go and wash salt? I happily picked up the salt bag and walked into the kitchen, took a rice basket for washing rice, rolled up my sleeves, cut the salt bag, and then turned the salt bag upside down, so that the first step of "panning for salt" was completed.

Next, I turned on the faucet and rubbed it vigorously as I drained it. Looking at the muddy water, I scooped up a spoonful of salt and found that it was indeed whiter. I think:

Soak it for a while, and the salt will be completely white, and my mother will definitely praise me. So, I soaked the salt in the water and went back to playing.

After about ten minutes, I decided to look at my "great work" again, so I ran to the kitchen and was dumbfounded: the big grains of salt had become smaller, the smaller grains of salt had become smaller, and the smaller grains of salt were gone. I suddenly became anxious, and I opened my throat and shouted:

Mom......Mom, come here, salt ......Salt is haunted! ”

My childhood anecdotes are finished, I believe it brings you and me back to that colorful childhood, these can't help but laugh at the stories that not only reflect our innocence and loveliness, but also make people full of memories of that colorful childhood, I think, it is these interesting memories that will make our childhood more interesting.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. Gradually, the word "childhood" left me. When I think about my childhood, I can't help but laugh.

One night, when I was less than three years old, I innocently asked my mother, "What is this?" Mom. I pointed to the shadow on the ground. My mother smiled and said, "This is your shadow!" I scratched my head and nodded understandingly.

Out of curiosity, I began to notice my own shadow. I found that my shadow was short in duration, high in time. Therefore, I was scared and cried to my mother

Mom. Shadows move! He always follows me!

My mother said to me gently, "Silly boy, because the shadow is yours!" So, the shadow will follow you.

The next day, I gathered my friends together and said, "Shall we have a 'shadow contest'?" "My friends applauded, but didn't know how to play.

I said triumphantly, "The gameplay is very simple, see who steps on the other party's shadow more times, and it will be considered the winner." "Just play, let's kick you, I step on it.

Suddenly, the sun was obscured by a large cloud and the sky darkened. I screamed, "Ah!

Our shadows are gone! The friends also shouted: "That's right!

Yes! What to do? What to do?

I cried and found my mother: "Mommy, Mommy, the shadow is gone!" Mom said kindly

Because the light is obscured, the shadow refuses to come out, and when there is light, the shadow naturally appears. Sure enough, after a while, the shadow reappeared! I clapped my hands and shouted:

All right! All right! The shadow has reappeared!

Thinking of this, I can't help but laugh at the naivety and naivety of my childhood. Yes! Childhood is colorful and carefree. Although childhood is gone, it is still worth remembering.

Childhood anecdotes.

Everyone has their own childhood, and I am no exception, and the interesting things that happen in my childhood are like pearls on a string of colored pearls, full of colors. Let me take one of them out and share it with you!

That's what happened to me.

When I was six or seven years old, I still remember it vividly. That summer, my mother took me back to my mother-in-law's house, which was in the compound of the Meteorological Bureau on a hillside in Huazhou City, where there were many honeycombs, trees, and eaves. Many honeycombs are the size of our heads.

One day, we accidentally found a honeycomb on a longan tree, the size of a lotus pod, and there were many yellow bees flying in and out of it. We quickly reported the situation to the "Commander", who was the oldest and smartest of our playmates. After listening to the report and observing it on the spot, he immediately decided:

Poke it off! We immediately went around collecting dead branches and leaves, piling them under the honeycomb, and I developed the "Super Smoke Devil Formula". It is composed of: green leaves, a handful of dry soil, dead branches, dead leaves, some rotten cloth, small pine cones, etc.

When burned, it produces billowing smoke and a large amount of sparks. Just in case, we have prepared another pile of spare fuel, which is placed right next to the main fuel. I went and found a long bamboo pole to use to destroy the honeycomb.

After everything was ready, the "commander" started a fire, and after a while, the fire burned, and the "super smoke formula" I developed took effect, only to see the billowing smoke flying upwards with the sparks, and the wasps in the honeycomb hurriedly fled for their lives.

With the order of the "commander", our "daredevils" stepped forward and stabbed the honeycomb handle on the tree with a bamboo pole a few times, and a large honeycomb fell to the ground. At this time, the wasps around us immediately rushed towards us like a gust of yellow wind, fortunately my "super smoke formula" was effective and blocked most of the wasps, but there were still some "fish that slipped through the net" and rushed to us. We watched, and we froze.

Come on! Are you waiting here to die? The "commander" reminded us, and we quickly fled into the office next to us, closing the doors and windows.

Finally stopped the chasing Wasp. After a while, we saw in the window that the wasps had flown away, and we dared to come out. I went back to the tree and picked up the honeycomb, only to see that there were many white and fat bee pupae inside, and I couldn't help but salivate.

Thus, our "celebration feast" began.

Now, a few years have passed, and the summer vacation is coming. But the fun stories of my childhood are gone, and how much I miss the happy times and friends at my mother-in-law's! I thought quietly, wrote slowly, as if I heard the laughter when we played again, and childhood came back to me.

。。。Don't be too good.

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