Life essay

Childhood is colorful, just like beautiful seashells by the sea; Childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like the clear spring water in Xiangshan creek. Speaking of childhood, it reminds me of an interesting thing.

I remember when I was four or five years old. Once, my grandma gave Juju and I each a high-grade toffee that made people drool, which made us two "little greedy cats" really happy.

Neither of us can eat. I said, "Shall we eat?" "Ok, let's eat together!" Juju agreed. I was quick with my hands and feet, and I took it apart once or twice. I took out the sugar and craned my neck to look at the chrysanthemums. I have a look at her sugar, nasty:

"Yours is bigger than mine!"

"Where? I'm a little short here! "

"Hum, mine is dissolved!"

"You have a strong color and a lot of milk!"

"……"

We fought for nothing and felt that we were suffering. But when I said I wanted to change, I quickly turned around and no one wanted to. We started eating sugar, "1, 2, 3!" "We eat together. Wow! Too sweet, too fresh, too fragrant! After eating for a while, I said, "take it out and see if it's you or me!" """Good!" Juju said, stick sugar on the tip of your tongue like a pug. I stuck out my tongue like her at first sight. She said I couldn't see clearly, so I had to put the sugar on the tip of my tongue, half of it outside, and try my best to stick out my tongue. At this moment, a puppy just stood in my way, and I couldn't dodge. The candy on the tip of the tongue accidentally fell to the ground. As luck would have it, I rushed forward with my right foot facing the candy. Well, what should I do? It's too late to say now, but it's too soon. Before I came to my senses, my foot was already on the "baby". I am really anxious and angry: "you smelly dog, rotten dog, dead dog!" " "I kicked the dog in the stomach and the dog ran away in fear. I lifted my feet, broke off the sugar stuck to the soles of my shoes with my hands, looked around and couldn't bear to throw it away. " Throw it away. Do you still want to eat? "Zhu Zhu sarcastically said to me. I can't help rubbing my hands full of candy and staring at Juju's mouth, just let me have a look at the butterscotch. I kept swallowing, hoping that she would spit out the sugar and give me half a bite. I couldn't help it any longer, but my nose was sour and tears flowed down like broken beads: "Mom, I want to eat … sugar … I want to eat … sugar …"

Now, the old man of time came and took away his childhood in a hurry. I won't haggle over a candy like before, and I won't cry. Thanks to the old time, because he printed his childhood into the purest, truest and most beautiful book in our hearts. ■

An interesting childhood story often haunts my childhood dreams. I really want to stay awake like a sleeping beauty. If I were to describe an interesting childhood story, I would compare it to a flower, a fragrant flower; A box, a box with many secrets; Grape racks, grape racks full of countless grapes ... let's enjoy fairy tales together!

I still remember when I was only eight years old. My family had a little dog named Yue Yue. It had big eyes like jewels. At that time, it was just one month old. I fed it every day, but later I found that it didn't like milk and began to chew bones. I don't understand, and I thought, "Is milk not as delicious as bones?" . Once, I found it didn't drink milk or chew bones. I'm angry. I use it to scratch bones. It couldn't catch me, so it bit me. I cried and told my mother. Mother said, "Dogs naturally love to chew bones. You robbed their bones, and they won't bite you! " ! "。 I remember seeing a dog gnawing at a bone, I would hide far away and secretly watch it greedy.

And when I swam in my childhood dreams, I really wanted to pick that fragrant little flower myself; Open a box full of secrets and take out a secret; Pick that lovely purple grape ... ah! Childhood anecdotes really make me memorable.

Childhood fun

I grew up in the countryside.

At that time, my father worked as a casual laborer in the iron foundry in the county, and my mother and grandfather lived in the countryside, a place with mountains and water.

Most children in the mountains don't like learning, because mountains and water give them a wider world. There is too much fun in life, so I don't care about studying.

As long as I can remember, there have been farm work and housework that can never be done at home. Every time I come back from school, I have to do a lot of things my mother told me before I can play. At that time, my father was in the city, and occasionally he would bring me some toys and picture books when he came home. These things were luxuries for children in the countryside at that time. At that time, my friends were jealous and envious of me, but at the same time they had to borrow their own rare picture books and toys. At that time, I became their "leader", often leading friends to play various games, and often taking the lead. Under such an "advantage" condition, I have developed a character of never giving up and being a little arrogant, which has not been completely corrected until today.

At that time, the favorite thing to do was herding cattle, which was naturally a relaxing and interesting thing. Of course, I don't mean herding cattle. All we have to do is drive the cows to the hillside and play something else. There are so many interesting things in the mountains that every season has its own way of playing.

Spring is the best season of the year, and there are all kinds of nameless wild flowers everywhere. The most is azalea. Azalea is mainly red, but also white and yellow, but it is extremely rare. I often pick a big bunch, then carefully arrange it and put it on my windowsill. Sometimes I pinch the petals and eat them. They taste sour. There is also a white wild gardenia in the mountains, which can be used for cooking. Walking around in the mountains, you can often pick up a big basket. Grandpa never promised to make it for me. He said that eating something that bugs have crawled over will hurt his stomach. I don't care that much. I can cook it myself. It tastes sour. Honestly, it's not delicious. Many plants have sprouted in spring, and there is a kind of tender stem to eat. It tastes sweeter and you can choose it at will.

Swimming is the happiest thing in summer. But my family won't let me swim. When I was very young, my mother asked someone to tell my fortune and told me that I was afraid of water. So I am very careful at home and never let me swim in those "pot bottom" ponds. But at that time, when I saw my peers swimming happily in the pond, I secretly began to learn when I was herding cattle or cutting firewood up the mountain. I remember once my uncle saw me coming home and told my mother. In the evening, my mother made me kneel on the washboard. Mother was very sad and kept asking if she would go next time. Although I can still remember it the next day, on the third day, as long as I have a few fun companions together, I will forget my mother's instructions. It was after this secret study and constant punishment that I learned to swim.

There was no TV in the village at that time. On summer nights, when I am tired of playing, I will go to my uncle's house and listen to all kinds of ghost stories. In which year and month did they go to live in the wheat field in the east of the village late at night before the household quota was fixed? When someone took a hat from behind on the way back from drinking, it turned out that the hat was caught in a branch ... We were scared as usual, but we couldn't help listening.

Autumn is a harvest season, and many wild fruits in the mountains are ripe at this time. Picking wild fruits is our happiest thing. Wild chestnuts are all on tall trees, but we are not afraid of the tallest tree and can climb it without making mistakes; Wild berries grow in thorns, so we jump into thorns to pick them ... often when we enjoy the fruits of victory, we are already scarred. Another exciting thing is to steal peaches from the orchard in the neighboring village and run after stealing them. It doesn't matter if the master finds out. They can't catch up with us anyway. Actually, you're not really trying to arrest us. You're just scared. When we thieves run away, we will stand there and laugh. After understanding this, we are more and more courageous and often return home with a full load. The spoils must be eaten outside and never let the family know. If you know, you will be spanked.

In winter, especially when it snows heavily, we will go out and have a snowball fight. A face is red, whether the snow hits the face or the neck. You can't be angry if you are hurt. Anyone who is angry will be left out by his partner. When you finish, you will make a snowman, but it never looks like a snowman. It doesn't matter, just use carrots as your nose and two briquettes as your eyes. If you have fun, grab a stick and break the snowman into pieces, then show it off. It is also a good time to catch rabbits in the mountains when it snows. Rabbits like to hide in the lee of cemeteries. As long as you bring your dog, as soon as you find it, the dog will go crazy until you get the rabbit back. The taste of rabbits is really great, and they can only be eaten once or twice in snowy years. Adults sometimes pick up muskets to fight, but they seldom get anything.

At the age of eleven, my family was very worried about my study. My mother asked one of her cousins to transfer me to a primary school in the county. Although I came back every weekend when I was studying, my life in the mountains was over by then. Outside, I found more new things, more things I don't understand. They attract me to understand it with greater attraction. Then I went to college and worked in the city where I studied after graduation. From then on, I began to enter a school where I will never graduate, to study the life I will never learn.

Everyone's childhood has many interesting things, and I am no exception. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.

It was a hot summer. I am playing at my grandmother's house. My grandmother lives in the country. She keeps a lot of chickens. One day, grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought, how can they not take me out? There is nothing to do in the house. I want to go to the henhouse to see what those chickens are doing. Hardly had I entered when I heard a bang. A hen laid an egg. This is very interesting. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it's hot and wet. Here's an idea. I think chickens can lay eggs, so all the chickens in the henhouse can lay eggs. Why don't you dig out the eggs? Grandma won't praise me when she comes back and sees so many eggs, and maybe she will reward me. Yes, dig out the eggs! After thinking about it, I caught a chicken and pulled it out regardless of the willy-nilly. The chicken seems to know its fate, flapping its wings and trying to escape. For me, I hold the chicken feet tightly to see if it is good or bad. I haven't pulled it out for a long time. What's the matter? Why can't I pull it out and the reward is gone? I don't believe this can't be pulled out. I want to pull out the other one. I threw the chicken casually and went to catch other chickens. When the chickens saw me coming, they jumped up and down one by one, and started to run like mice saw cats. For me, I won't let go and keep catching chickens. No, I'm going to be a feather man in half an hour. I finally caught a chicken, and I began to dig. The chicken I dug out screamed "Wow", but I didn't take it out, and then I caught another chicken ... I dug up the chicken and it was foaming at the mouth. My ... grandma came back. When they saw my mess, they couldn't help laughing and asked why. Grandma not only didn't praise me, but also gave me a lecture. Later, I learned that except for the chicken coop.

This is an interesting thing when I was a child. Not only is it fun, but it always warns me: stealing chickens and not eating rice, don't do bad things with good intentions.

Childhood is gold without impurities, and interesting things in childhood are the most powerful testimony.

When I was a child, I was most afraid of snakes. My cousin, who is two years older than me in the country, likes to play with snakes. One summer, I went back to my hometown to visit my grandparents. One day, my cousin took me to a small pond to play. Suddenly, I saw a small snake and looked at me with vicious eyes. As soon as my red tongue came out, my legs trembled with fear. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that my grandmother once told me not to be afraid and not to run when encountering a snake. First, mess up your hair and never let her count; Second, scare her with your tongue, make her feel unsafe and run away. When I thought of this, I immediately took off my headdress, messed up my tied hair and spat out my tongue. The snake was really upset and turned around and ran away. At this time, I want to shout: snake! My cousin rushed over, but the snake disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then my heart gradually calmed down. When I got home, I looked in the mirror. God, my hair is a mess, like a haystack Grandma pulled my hair seriously and said, "Little ancestor, where did you get the eggs?" Hey, grandma used my hair as a chicken nest!

Another time, I chased pigs like my grandmother. The dirty old sow is groaning, and I proudly hold the whip. I thought to myself, if the pig wants to run, this young lady's whip will not spare you! Unexpectedly, this time the pig was very good and went back to the pigsty immediately after eating. My plan failed, and my hands are itchy. I made much ado about nothing and smoked at that pig. The old sow doesn't smoke, but she smokes on the little pig, and the little pig squeaks. At this moment, the old sow turned her head and rushed towards me. I was so scared that I threw down my whip and ran into the house, shouting desperately, "grandma!" " "Grandma hurried out of the room and saw my mess. She smiled and said, "honey, are you driving the pig or are the pigs driving you?" I was afraid and ashamed, and plunged into my grandmother's arms.

Childhood is like a starry sky, beautiful and secluded; Children's interest, like stars, illuminates the starry sky and makes the originally dark starry sky a little brighter.

Childhood fun

In real life, it is either too complicated or too dull. How long has it been since I saw the stars and scenery on the roadside? I just keep going and go to school. Graduation ceremony. I worked, got married, wanted to succeed, wanted a better life, and even left no memories, but what left a deep and beautiful memory was an ignorant childhood.

The pen pal sent a homemade childhood scene and asked, "Is your childhood like this?" I smiled and said that my childhood was better and happier than her. Yes, childhood is a pure land of my mind, but with the passage of time, the pressure of work is getting farther and farther away from me, but my memory is getting clearer and clearer in my mind.

Those childhood playmates are the most precious part of memory. There are only seven or eight people about my age in the village, and they are free at night. The river to the east of the village has become our playground in summer. Boys naturally jumped in naked, while girls were timid only by the river, but they caught little loach frogs to scare us. So once, when they jumped into the river, I took their clothes, put them in the cornfield by the river, and then went to play. I didn't expect that when I was young, I forgot everything when I played. Later, for this matter, I was severely beaten by my mother. But since then, I have established my status as a ghost among my friends, and they all call me boss with confidence.

There is a big garden behind our hometown, which is full of all kinds of big trees. In summer, my friends and I go to the garden to enjoy the cool. Suddenly one day, I suddenly had an idea to build a hut, so that when the weather is cool, we will have a home. So under my command, many big branches are difficult to break off from the trees and become materials for building huts. When we were immersed in the excitement of having a cool home, the warning of the brigade secretary came from the village loudspeaker, because my mother was the director of the women's Federation in the village at that time and I was the first to be named. Of course, this time, my mother not only gave me a good beating, but also punished me to reflect in the yard until midnight 12. I remember that our yard was very big at that time, and I stood there alone, empty and scared as a rabbit. Now that I think about it, the feeling of fear at that time was like the end of the world, and I vowed never to make trouble again.

I smiled and remembered the absurd things I did when I was a child, and felt really full of innocence, elegance and childishness. Once I talked to my mother and said that our sister was beaten with a stick when she was a child. Mom said, yes, think about it. You have so many sisters, your father works outside, and I'm exhausted from doing so much work alone. You are too naughty, you won't be punished if you make a mistake, you won't change, you can't remember, especially you, you don't behave like a boy, so you get the most beatings ~ ~ ~ ~ Now she has gone back to her hometown in the village, and my childhood partner is still there.

When I think back to my childhood, the river full of memories in my hometown, the mountain full of laughter, and the winding cave on the mountain, the smiling faces of my friends often sway in front of my eyes and always linger. . . . . .