This interesting story left a deep impression on me. That's when I was in kindergarten, when I heard adults praise someone for being literate, I said, "Look how talented he is, his stomach is full of ink!" " When I heard this, I thought to myself: What is literary talent? Maybe it's neat handwriting, maybe it's good Chinese, maybe it's people who drink too much ink. In short, people who drink too much ink are the ones who can be praised. Then an interesting thing happened.
After listening to this, the adults thought it was a good thing to drink ink, and suddenly they had an idea: find something my father used to practice calligraphy, so that I can be praised! I am so happy that I can't wait to get the ink. When I opened the lid, a pungent smell dangled in front of my nose. I thought, Is it so bad to drink? Who cares! If others can drink, I can drink, too. I am eager for praise.
As a result, I swallowed a big mouthful as soon as I closed my eyes. After taking the first sip, I felt very uncomfortable. I immediately called out: Mom! "I immediately ran to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth over and over again, and the unspeakable taste remained in my mouth.
My mother came over and quickly asked me, "What's the matter? What's wrong? " I lowered my head and whispered to my mother, "I took a sip of ink." My mother suddenly got angry and asked me, "What's the matter?" I told my mother the whole story. My mother laughed and cried after hearing this. I saw my mother smile, and I smiled.
Recalling my childhood really makes me happy. I will keep this most beautiful shell forever!
In the old days, the adjustment time was the fastest. In the blink of an eye, my childhood life flashed before my eyes like a flash of lightning. However, the interesting things of my childhood seem to be engraved in my mind and cannot be erased. Every time I think of them, I can't help laughing.
Once, my mother bought a big bag of vegetables and saw me lying on the sofa watching TV. She said, "Xiao Chun, go and help my mother wash the vegetables." "good!" I readily agreed. Mom said that and went to the living room to watch TV. I walked into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables, including cabbage, on the platform. There are eggplant, three; There are tomatoes, five or six. I'm so stupid. I was told to wash so many dishes when I was in kindergarten class, really. "Ah, yes!" I shouted, doesn't mom usually put so many clothes in the washing machine to wash together? Then I won't do the same thing? Wait a minute, maybe mom will praise me! Thinking of this, I picked up Chinese cabbage and came to the washing machine. I stood on tiptoe to open the lid of the washing machine, carefully put the vegetables in, then cover it again, and finally press the power button. Listening to the sound of the washing machine starting, I sat there and thought with relish how smart I was. After a while, I thought, did you wash the dishes? Hey! These dishes don't need washing. After thinking about it, I got up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it. When I opened the lid of the washing machine, I looked, "Yeah!" It really surprised me. Where is the food? Look at the cabbage with "one army" left. Eggplant seems to have been bitten by a mouse, and it is black and blue. The tomatoes have disappeared ... I'm scared out in a cold sweat. what can I do? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, but I washed them like this. Really help me more and more! "Small alcohol, food ready? I want to cook. " Mother walked into the kitchen and shouted. I was silent. "Oil your feet-run!" He went into his small room and locked the door. ...
I couldn't help laughing at the thought of this interesting childhood story. How naive I was when I was a child! As I grow older, I gradually understand that different things need different methods to achieve good results; Otherwise, the consequences will often be counterproductive or even out of control.
Childhood is a charming painting, outlining how many touching and interesting stories I have; Childhood, a melodious piccolo, played my pure and beautiful fantasy; Childhood is a gorgeous bunch of jasmine, the laughter of childhood is like the intoxicating fragrance of jasmine, and the white petals are like memories. Childhood anecdotes are my most unforgettable thing. Today I'm going to talk about the one that impressed me the most.
I remember when I was six years old, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. There are many lovely animals in the compound. Among them, my favorite is a little donkey: its black hair is not smooth, it seems to be curly, a pair of big, pointed ears stand upright, staring at big eyes like black grapes, and its broad, white die is chewing hay and rubbing left and right. The hooves of four crows began to beat the hard ground rhythmically, making a straight clicking sound, dragging a thick braid-like tail behind them.
And my biggest hobby is watching little donkeys eat hay every morning. This morning, just before dawn, I couldn't lie still. As soon as I slipped out of bed, I didn't brush my teeth and wash my face or comb my hair, so I went to see the little donkey "eat breakfast". Before coming to the donkey shed, the little donkey has begun to "eat" leisurely. I stood on tiptoe, lying beside the hay rack with great interest, cocked my head and watched a simple and honest donkey chewing hay, which was particularly interesting. After watching it for a while, I felt a pain in my scalp. I looked left and right and found nothing. Suddenly, I found a little black line stuck on the donkey's big die. I became curious and jumped back into the house to get to know my mother. Who knows, before I could speak, my mother opened her eyes in surprise, froze for a long time, and then burst out laughing. I two monks can't figure it out. My mother smiled and pushed me to the mirror, pretending to be angry and saying, "Silly girl, see for yourself." I stood in front of the mirror in a daze. I really don't know. I was shocked when I saw it. I don't know when I lost a hair on my left side. "What the hell is going on?" My mother stared at me and asked me angrily and funny. So I faltered and told the story of watching donkeys eat grass. "No wonder," my mother patted my little head, "you must have hung your hair in the haystack for the donkey to eat?" . I suddenly realized: "No wonder my head ached when I was watching the donkey eat grass just now, and I saw black lines on the donkey's teeth!" " "Mother said helplessly," Forget it, I can't pick up my hair either. Stay like this, learn from a mistake, and don't be so stupid in the future. "I listened to my mother's words, looked at myself in the mirror and thought about what I had just done, but I couldn't help laughing.
This is my colorful childhood, the first step in my life, the first footprint of my growth and progress, and the first stop of my future journey. Childhood is my happiest time.