At the end of the garden is our secret base. There is a steep slope on the left side of the garden. If you go in summer, there will be a "swish" sound in your ears when you run from top to bottom. The breeze will sweep your face and blow up the hair on your temples, which is not to mention how cool it is. When the slope is cool, there is always a gentle wind blowing, just like a small piece of spring left over from this summer, full of coolness.
Many things there are made by ourselves. We moved a big stone to the middle, smoothed the surface with a shovel and used it as a table, surrounded the small stones, and used it as a stool after polishing in the same way. We made a lot of things ourselves, and there were many memories in that place, funny and naughty.
There is one thing I will never forget.
I remember it was autumn and there were many leaves. The leaves on the ground not only affect the environment of the secret base, but also it is inconvenient for us to have so many leaves when we run and play. Looking at the culprit of fallen leaves on the ground-the dense branches overhead, everyone began to ponder how to deal with them.
So we began to think about the table. Everyone gave me a lot of ideas, but in the end only one was ruled out-putting plastic bags around those branches. However, in the face of this scheme, the next thing to be solved is the security problem. It would be terrible if such a tall tree climbed up and fell down.
Finally, after discussion, we decided to lay a blanket under the tree. After summing up, one of our classmates went home to get a blanket. The people we left behind began to pile up the fallen leaves and prepare to put them under the blanket, which would be more foolproof. We'll start the operation as soon as we get the blanket.
All the people who can climb the tree set off for the tree, but they all fell down halfway, leaving me alone. Everyone is waiting for me under the tree with plastic bags. With everyone's help, I finally climbed the tree. Just when I was about to finish eating the plastic bag, a gust of wind blew, so it became a scene in which everyone chased the plastic bag. I smiled and took out the spare plastic bag from my pocket. I tied it three times and then jumped down. By the time they came back panting, I had already waited for them under the tree, so it was inevitable that everyone had a hammer. "Good Liu Yang, you did it on purpose!"
When we were ready, we all went home safely. The next day, I went to the secret base happily, and the ground was still full of fallen leaves. Everyone suddenly blindsided. How come... "Look," we looked in the direction indicated, only to see a leaf blowing leisurely from a tree far away from us, falling in front of us and drowning in those fallen leaves.
We froze for a moment, and then we all laughed again. So we misjudged the case and became the wrong judge.
There are many such stories in the secret base. I think this is probably childhood. Because of innocence, curiosity, ignorance and self-righteousness, I have this carefree and fun-filled childhood. Our happiness.