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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.
Childhood anecdotes, everything is like a colorful shell, these colorful shells, hold up my colorful childhood!
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Beginning. Happy memories.
End. The meeting was a pleasure.
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Each of us has a colorful childhood that is unforgettable and memorable. It may bring you a happy and hearty laugh; It may leave you with tears of shame and remorse; It may preserve that wonderful and moving moment for you ......In short, every bit of innocence in childhood is precious to us.
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Beginning: 1 Everyone has a childhood, and childhood anecdotes are like all kinds of shells on the seashore, shining in the company of the sea.
It exudes a colorful brilliance that is impossible to count. And now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand, which is also one of my most memorable childhood anecdotes.
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Childhood is like a continuous silk, and like a dazzling seashell on the golden beach. Today, I'm going to pick one of the most shining ones to tell you about my childhood.
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Beginning: I had a happy childhood, and the anecdotes of my childhood were like pearls in the sea, and like countless stars in the night sky. A text seduced my memories of that incident in my childhood......
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Beginning: My childhood was a sparkling pearl; My childhood traveled the world like a leaf; My childhood was like a beautiful forest......Come on! Let's feel it together!
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When the winter vacation came, the teacher asked us to write an interesting story from my childhood, and I thought about it carefully, and the past flashed ...... my mind
I remember when we were in kindergarten, we learned to draw chickens. The teacher first drew for us to demonstrate, and then we followed the drawing. I watched how the other kids drew before I started to write.
After I finished drawing, I saw that what others had drawn was different from what I had drawn, and I said to him, "You drew it wrong, the chick should have two eyes, why do you draw one eye?" So, like me, he added another eye to the chick.
But when the teacher gave me two five-pointed stars, I asked curiously, "Doesn't a chicken just have two eyes?" The teacher smiled and said
There are indeed two eyes when viewed from the front, but there is one eye when viewed from the side. ”
When I got home, I showed the painting to my dad, and I asked him, "Is there anything wrong?" "Dad said
Yes, this kind of problem is a piece of cake, and this little problem can't escape my eyes! The chick drew an extra eye. I was taken aback and asked
How do you know? "Actually, I made a similar mistake when I was a child, but I have never made such a mistake since then. Dad said with a smile.
I got it: it's normal for a person to make mistakes, but to learn from them, so making mistakes is rewarding. However, since there is a reward for making mistakes, I often make mistakes, so it shouldn't be a problem.
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