Childhood fun
Everyone has a childhood, and everyone's childhood is very colorful. Do you want to know my childhood? Please listen to me one by one. My childhood was the most ordinary. I believe every child in the countryside has experienced it-catching crabs.
Some friends and I took a plastic bag and set off. We talked and laughed, not to mention how happy we were. Through an alley, we came to the river. We rolled up our trouser legs and couldn't wait to walk into the shallow water of the river. It is said that crabs usually hide under rocks. So, I bent down with confidence and gently lifted a big stone with my hands. Through the clear water, I looked down with my eyes wide open. Alas, there are no crabs or even shrimps. I crept and moved several big stones in succession. I don't think there is one in shallow water, but there may be one in deep water. I took a few steps forward and stood knee-deep in the water. I bent down and gently lifted a bigger stone. I looked at it through the clear river. Ah, what a big crab, as big as my fist. I reached for it in despair, only to feel a pain in my fingers. I quickly pulled my hand back and brought a crab. I drew an arc circle as soon as I cut it. Fell into the water with a bang. I looked at my hand in distress and said bitterly to myself, you little thing, how dare you pinch me? I must catch you. I endured the pain and bent down again to lift the stone.
Move it, move it, ah! I suddenly burst into tears of joy. It turned out that a bigger crab was crawling under the water. Hold this big pliers high, shake it, and bubbles appear in my mouth, as if to say to me: As long as you dare to catch me, I will let you taste the big pliers! I learned the lesson from last time, and I dare not scratch again. My right hand crept behind it, and the crab didn't notice it at all, still waving its big clip. I seized the opportunity and squeezed it hard. By the time the crab reacted, I had caught it out of the water. I proudly said: No matter how great your the Monkey King skill is, you can't escape from my palm. It was getting dark, and some friends and I returned home with a full load.
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Childhood fun
When I came to the henhouse, I saw a group of chickens busy grabbing food. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I closed the door and beat the chicken with a stick. Unfortunately, I didn't hit any of them. Chickens clucked and fled everywhere, flying everywhere. I had to run around with them, chasing after this and that, drawing water with a sieve. I was sweating and thinking, I can't do it. If the chickens hadn't hit me, I would have been exhausted first. I frowned. It jumps up and down. I'm surprised I missed it. It flies to a low tree. I stood under the tree and looked. It looked at me with its wings flapping, as if laughing at me: you can't catch me. It's no use! I was furious at the thought, and shook the bush desperately, and the chicken tripped and fell. I took the opportunity to punch it, not good! Missed! As soon as the stick was brushed, several feathers floated down and the speed slowed down obviously. I cornered it again, and I beat it as fast as I could. Finally, it was worth it. I beat it to the ground with a stick! I smiled: I am better than you! Chickens are not as good as people. I look like a villain, but I don't care that much. In short, the task is completed.
I ran breathlessly to my father with a stick in my hand. I pretended to take a look and smiled: Dad, I also did this low-level task. Anti-aircraft guns are really overqualified to kill mosquitoes! Say that finish, I laughed. My father looked at the dejected chicken in my hand and widened his eyes: where is the lighter? How did the lighter become a hen? I solemnly replied: because I don't have a turkey at home, I want to take a hen as a substitute! Dad was even more annoyed after hearing this. I want a lighter for smoking! I'm not asking you to beat the hen! I'm really defeated by you!
It's not the first time anyway. What's the fuss about?
Alas! We can only eat chicken tonight.
I still can't help laughing when I think about it now. From this incident, I understand that you should listen carefully before you do it, or you will make a big joke!
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Childhood fun
The fun of childhood is like colorful pigments. These pigments are swaying one after another inadvertently on the original blank paper, which makes the original white paper have vitality and makes me the most unforgettable thing, that is pink.
I just went to kindergarten at that time. One day, I saw my grandmother watering the stout pomegranate tree at home. I asked her, Grandma, why are pomegranate trees so tall and strong?
Because it is often watered by rain and dew! Grandma said. Then why do I often take a shower, but I don't grow tall? That's because you bathe with tap water, but the trees are watered with rain! Grandma said jokingly. I am very considerate.
Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon and finally looking forward to rainy days.
Now I am grown up, but I won't do anything stupid to get taller in the rain. But this pink pigment will remain in my childhood pigment box forever.
Comment on this is a narrative that tells an interesting story about childhood. The context of the article is clearly visible. The funny stories described by the little author in the rain are vivid and concrete. The language is lively and full of childlike interest, and the use of spoken English in life makes the article more natural and friendly. The description of rainy days is exquisite, and the words and sentences are accurate and vivid.