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If I could turn back time, I would like to go back to my childhood.

Childhood is picturesque, with countless wonderful moments; Childhood is like a song, dancing with countless joyful notes; Childhood is like a river; Tumbling with carefree waves of joy, childhood is like a wonderful kaleidoscope that immerses people in pleasure forever - those countless fantasies and silly childishness will be pieced together into one interesting thing after another, and I will always laugh when I think about it.

If a person is out and often eats out, or rushes home at dinner time, passing by a community where every household is wafting out of the smell of rice, only to hear the squeak of ingredients thrown into the pot and the sound of a frying spoon turning, the noisy paragraph he is carrying a schoolbag, and before he comes home, he smells the smell of his mother's cooking, and that memory will overflow.

Childhood is a charming painting, outlining how many moving and interesting stories I have; Childhood, is a tactful and melodious piccolo, played how many pure and beautiful fantasies I have; Childhood is a bouquet of gorgeous jasmine, childhood laughter is like the intoxicating fragrance of jasmine, and the white petals are like a memory. Childhood anecdotes are the most unforgettable for me. If I could turn back time, I would like to go back to my childhood.

When I was a child, although my family was poor, my childhood playmates were really good. At that time, there were more peers in the village. We went to school together and played games together.

The most interesting thing is when the rice is harvested in the fall. People tied up the straw and picked it up and put it on a large lawn to dry. After dinner, our children went to the floor to play hide and seek.

We hid in those straw stacks. It's hard to find. Or use those straw stacks to play the game of war.

It's a lot of fun every time. The happy scene at that time still comes to my mind from time to time. What a happy time, carefree.

I want to go back to my childhood when I was a few years old, when I had nothing, didn't understand anything, and was innocent and happy. Because of this, there are no unhappiness of mistakes due to hard work, no misfortune of falling in love and falling out of love, no pain of marriage and divorce, and many regrets of failing in business. In today's society, no matter how happy and happy I am, there is no such carefree and ignorant and pure happiness as in my childhood.

1. In autumn, childlike fun is a long bamboo pole, use it to beat dates and pick apples, turn left and right and rush downhill, fish, shrimp and crabs flee in all directions.

2. Childlike in autumn, it is a bamboo basket, and it is filled with apples.

3. Childlike fun in autumn is a broom that sweeps down every fallen leaf.

4. In autumn, childlike fun is a big car slag stall, carrying a bumper harvest of grain.

5. In autumn, childlike fun is a piece of laughter, expressing the joy of the farmer's uncle.

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 ......

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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When I remember the exam, I can open my eyes and see the details, and I must carefully observe the texture of the things on the paper, so there is always an interest outside the object. The topic is like thunder, and the mosquito dies in his hands, and the heart's desire is either a thousand or hundred, and it is really dead; When you lower your head, your whole body becomes stronger (stiff). I also left a note in my trouser pocket and copied it into the volume, so that the teacher flew at me, and it was like a vicious ghost, and I was happy to be happy about it.

Yu often at the same table at the test paper, where many people block the teacher's sight, stretch his neck, so that it is in line with the paper. To be able to copy as the spirit, to copy as the god, to not be found as cool, to be found as unlucky, wandering in it, contented. Once, when I saw my classmates doing questions, I looked at it, and suddenly there was a behemoth, pulling up a mountain and falling a tree, covering a teacher, and my hand stretched out and my roll became 0 points.

Yu was young, and Fang was distracted, but he was shocked. When I went home, I was whipped dozens of times by my parents and flew out of the door.

Write about a stupid thing in your childhood, and now think back to how stupid it was.

Write about the kind of child who is innocent and pursues ideals when he is a child.

Write about some interesting things from your childhood first, and then write about the current events to contrast.