Childhood is the most carefree time in one's life. It's like a beautiful candy. Even after eating it, it will be memorable. In every summer vacation, I can't help looking for my childhood life again and looking for those beautiful memories.
Childhood memories begin with grandma's story and the stars all over the sky.
In the summer when I was a child, almost every sunny and starry night, we would go to the roof to enjoy the cool. Mom and grandma are carrying fans and chairs, and dad is carrying a mat. I am happy to climb the roof that makes me feel mysterious. During the day, I can overlook the whole vegetable garden on the roof, watching the leaves of walnut trees dancing in the wind, compared with the straight Toona sinensis trees growing next to the house ... At night, I lie on the mat, look at the stars on my back and listen to my grandmother telling old stories.
When I was a child, my favorite person was my grandmother. Grandma is like a story book. She can tell wonderful stories anytime and anywhere. Grandma's story can't be found in fairy tales, but only exists in her mind. In the evening, grandma told me their stories with a fan in one hand and stars in the sky in the other. The Big Dipper, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl and folk stories ... I was soon intoxicated by those stories, and my grandmother was still talking about them in no hurry, but those plain words were easy to firmly grasp people's hearts. As soon as I closed my eyes, various scenes appeared in my mind, and my mood fluctuated with grandma's story. I can't sleep any more. I listen carefully for fear of missing every detail.
The roof is still cool at night. A gust of wind blew gently on tiptoe, causing the whispering sound of leaves on the walnut tree that I couldn't sleep. The stars in the sky are also blinking at me happily. Sometimes I can see a star dragging its long tail across the sky, and that is a meteor. There are also stars flashing red and green, slowly passing over our heads. I thought there was another meteor, so I sat up and looked up excitedly. But my mother told me that it was actually a night flight. I watched it disappear into the sky.
The night on the roof is not lonely. Sometimes there will be a few meows from the opposite roof, which will soon disappear at night. Cats seem to know to be quiet when listening to stories. They climbed over the wall carefully without making any noise. Another time, a bird landed beside us before it could go home. It is not in a hurry to leave, but looks at us with its head tilted. Is it also interested in grandma's beautiful story?
The stars all over the sky and grandma's story gave me so much joy, but now I'm lying in a building far away from grandma, looking up at the night sky cut into pieces by the security net, but I can't see any stars. Only then did I realize that my childhood had left me. Like a flower falling into a river. No matter how hard I try, I will not stop, but will be washed away by the river of time. I can only occasionally stop on the road, watch from a distance and recall the happiness and laughter of my childhood; Can only wave and shout at it:
Goodbye, my childhood!
Childhood memories (2)
Childhood is a painting, colorful, brilliant and naive; Childhood is a song, melodious and cheerful, pleasing to the ear; Childhood is a book, colorful and fragrant.
Looking back on my childhood, books accompany me to cry, laugh, be happy and grow up with me. ...
When I was a mute, I was fascinated by the fairy tales in the book. At that time, I didn't know how to read, and my mother kept pestering me to speak. Every night, I enter a sweet dream country with fairy tales. I have experienced adventure after adventure with the beautiful Snow White. Take the lovely little red riding hood to visit grandma; Watching the ugly duckling turn into a beautiful white swan after suffering; Punish the wolf with seven lambs; Feel the pity of the kind little match girl ... These classic fairy tales bring me happiness, friendliness, wisdom, honesty, courage, strength and hope. At that time, I was the happiest.
I'm going to school, I can read, and I'm slowly learning to read independently. I'll invite you to swim in the sea of books when I'm free. Reading "Education of Love", I realized the care between family members and the friendship between friends, and also made me understand that only love is the key to open people's hearts. Reading Charlotte's Web, I understand that pure friendship is valuable. I encourage myself to be a "Charlotte" in life, help others and be happy. After reading Bronze Sunflower, I was immediately shocked by the story in the book, writing beauty to the extreme, love to the vitality and affection, and suffering to the profound place. The appeal of pure and beautiful novels makes me hungry and enjoy it.
In my childhood, my eyes were full of beautiful and pure fantasies, looking forward to a broad and bright future, and always showing my curiosity and yearning for the world. Popular science books just meet my needs. "100,000 Why" is really like a universal book, with astronomical knowledge on the top and geographical knowledge on the bottom. The story of insects is more exciting. It can clearly introduce the living habits and characteristics of small insects ... with the company of scientific knowledge, I have gained happiness and thrived.
The rain and sunshine in the book moistened me silently, and I fell in love with prose unconsciously. The flowing words intoxicated me, and the colorful artistic conception of yuhua district also intoxicated me. From aunt Mao Lulu to teacher Zhu Ziqing, from trivial matters in life to all things in nature, from warm childlike interest to fresh and elegant, prose attracts me deeply like a pair of invisible hands. In prose, I enjoy the beauty of language, words and wording, and I am happy in beauty.
The world is written in a book, and opening a book is to open a wonderful world. As a child, I would like to be friends and companions with books, and travel freely and grow up happily in the world of books. Let the refreshing fragrance soak our hearts and make our childhood full of books. ...
Childhood memories (3)
When I was a child, my greatest hobby was collecting candy paper. At that time, eating candy was definitely a luxury, and there was no condition to collect so many candy papers. However, as long as you like it, you will find a way to get it, and you will never get bored. ...
My first method is to pick it up. Whenever I am on my way to school, this time is the most leisurely. I will walk and look for it, as if there are many treasures waiting for me to find on the ground. If I meet something particularly rare, it will be even more valuable. I will unfold it carefully and put it gently in the book. Of course, sometimes there will be a lot of sugar stains on the candy paper, and even it will be covered with dust. For me, I will put these candy paper in a basin (of course, paper is absolutely not acceptable), rinse it gently, then dry it in the sun, and then clip it into the pages satisfactorily. In this way, I collected a lot of rare candy paper, but at that time I was already famous in the circle of classmates!
The second way is to communicate with classmates. (m.taiks.com) I can't remember how many students engaged in this kind of collection at that time, but several good friends shared the same hobby with me. When we look at each other's candy wrappers, some students will suggest, "Shall we exchange them?" At this time, even close friends are reluctant to give her one, so they will pick out what they repeat or don't like and exchange it with her, so that we can get what we need, and there will be more and more varieties of candy paper in the book, just like having a colorful world.
At that time, my greatest wish was to have friends and relatives from other places go home to visit relatives. You'd better bring some sweets that you can't buy locally. At this time, I can feast my eyes and admire my friends. Of course, at that time my little heart will be full of pride and vanity, which will make me happy for a few days! Of course, I am not a particularly stingy person. When I meet more candy wrappers of the same color, I will give some to my good friends and never ask them for it. At this time, I am also very happy.
Childhood is getting farther and farther away from me, but those things from childhood often come back to my eyes.