I remember when I was a child, when I was born, there was an orange tree in my yard and it was with me. I often carve a mark on the trunk with a knife to measure whether I am growing taller every day. Looking at those horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to chickens. .......
Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things, such as bathing snow dolls and shaving eyebrows ... and so many interesting things. Silly things make up that colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not that stupid. I believe that childhood anecdotes will definitely become the best memories in my life.
Pheasant
At that time, I often followed my friends to the mountains to collect firewood. I remember one time when we went up the mountain, everyone was drilling in the firewood. Some check pine cones, others check branches. Everyone was shouting and making noise on the mountain, and our cries and laughter echoed throughout the valley. Birds fly wherever we make trouble. We noisy ghosts broke the peace in the mountains.
Just as we were having fun, I suddenly saw a group of chickens. It should be said that a hen ran away with a group of chickens. I was shocked at that time. How could there be chickens here? I see this hen is a bit like grandma's Lu Hua chicken, but it is smaller, about the size of a broiler. Followed by six or seven chickens. My mouth is too excited to speak. I just kept shouting, "Chicken" and "Chicken".
Cousin rushed over and asked, "What is it?" . I pointed to the chicken that fled far away and said, "There are chickens there." . My brother ran over and caught only one chicken in three steps and two steps. Tell me to take it, and don't let the chicken get away. I nodded and looked at the chicken in my hand, not to mention how happy I was. This chick is so cute, its small body is only the size of an egg, with a little gray fluff. It's in my hand, struggling and singing. I was afraid that the chicken would escape from my hand, so I held on to it tightly. Who knows that there is not much time, the chicken will not move and its eyes will be closed. The chicken died? ! Suddenly this idea came to me. I quickly put the chicken on the ground and began to cry.
My brother came to me again and asked me what it was. I said the chicken is dead. "Dead? Where is it? " I pointed to where I put the chicken. "hey!" Brother looks pleasing to the eye, where is the chicken? "Strange! I just put it here, how can it be gone at once? " We looked everywhere, but there was no sign of the chicken. I'm depressed.
Looking back now, in fact, any animal has a desire to survive. By playing dead, it not only found its own life, but also found its freedom.