Inmychildhood,thereweresomanythingslikeseawaterthatIcouldn'tcountthemall.ButthemostunforgettablethingisstillthefoolishthingIdidthattime.
Thatday,mygrandmotherandIwentshoppingbecauseIwasstillyoungandthirsty,sowethoughtwecoulddrinkanything.WhenIreturnedhome,mygrandmotherwenttobuyvegetablesandshowedmethehouse,soIagreed.Atthattime,IwassothirstythatIcouldn'tbearitanymore,soIwenttothefridgetofindsomesleepanddrink.Suddenly,IsawsomethinginajarandIdidn'tknowwhatitwas,soItookitout.Isawsomethingontopthatcouldbeopened,soIputinalotofefforttogetitopen.Isawthatthethinginsidewasyellow,andregardlessofwhat,Igaveittodrink.Whengrandmacameback,sheaskedmetohelpherpickupthevegetables,soIwent.
Buttheactionatthattimewaslikegettingdrunk,walkingandswaying.Later,Itoldmygrandmotherallthefacts,andshelaughedheartilyafterlistening,tellingmethatitwasalcoholandthatchildrenshouldnotdrinkit.AssoonasIheardthethreewords'can'tdrink',Iburstintotearsandsaid,'WillIdie?'?Idon'twantit,don't!Wow-"ThemoreIcry,themoreharmIcause.Intheend,Grandmacouldn'thelpbutlietomeandsay,"Don'tcry,GrandmawillgiveyoutheantidoteGrandmatookoutapieceofcandyfromherpocketandgaveittome.Afterwards,Istoppedcryingbecausemygrandmothergavemethe"antidote".
Lookingbacknow,Istillfinditfunny.
Therearemanyinterestingthingsinmylife,includinglaughterandunforgettablememories.Oneofthetwomostinterestingthingshappenedinmychildhood.
Irememberachildwhooftensawhermotherpeelanegg.Mymotheralwaysgavemeawholeegg,whichwasnotonlygoodbutalsodelicious.Oneday,mymotherwentoutandsaidshewouldcomebackforawhile.Canyouwaitamoment?Mymotherhasn'tcomeback.Iwasveryhungryandsuddenlyrememberedthewaymymotherdreweggs.SoItookoutaneggandpeeleditfromtheeggbox.Theeggshellwasveryhard,andmyfingerscouldnotmove.Ipickeduptheeggandknockedatthetable.Theeggshellbroke,buttheegghadbecomealiquidandscatteredontheground.Iwasafraidtocatchthisscenewithanegg'shand,butIcaughtsomethingstickyandthegroundbecamedirtier.Ijustsatonthegroundcrying.Fortunately,mymothercamebackatthistime.Mymotherwasshockedtoseetheeggyolk,protein,andtheplacewhereIwassittingcryingontheground.Shequicklypickedmeupandaskedquestions.Mymotherlistenedtomyexplanationandmutteredtome,'Youlittlefool,cooktheeggandeatit.Boilitandpeelofftheeggshell,otherwisetheyolkwillflowout.'.
Fromthenon,Iknewhowtoeatboiledeggs.NowIoftencookboiledeggsformymotherandfathertoeat!
Nowwhenyouthinkofthismatter,alsosmileonthebackbefore!
WhenIwasachild,happythingshappenedeveryday.Onemorning,Ijustgotoutofthewarmquilt.Inthemorning,thesunwasshiningbrightlyonthevastland.Igotupandrinsedmymouth,washedmyface,andthenranoutside.Irantothechickencage,releasedallthechickensandlookedattheirlovelyfaces.Icouldn'thelpbutwantthemtosleepwithme,Ichasedthechickensallovertheyard.Afterawhile,Iwasfullofbigmen,sweatpenetratedmyclothes,andthechickensjumpedupandshouted,asiftosay:wewon.
Isaidtothem:Iwon'tgiveup,andthenIwentafterthechickens.Finally,Icaughtthemall,andIsaidtothemloudly;Nowyoulose,soI'mtherealwinner.
Thechickensweredejected,andthenIsaidtothem:don'tgiveup.Youalsowonagamejustnow,sobothsidesdrewandhaveanothergame.
Sowehadanothergame,andfinallyIendeduplosing,asiftosay:weare.Thisisthehappiestpartofmychildhood.
Mychildhoodwasveryhappyandinteresting.
Mychildhoodwasfullofjoy,fun,andsweetness;Mychildhoodwasfilledwithshininglittlestarsthatalwaysshoneonmyfuture.
IrememberwhenIwasthreeyearsold,mymothertoldmeastory-"WangXizhiMochiPracticingBrush".WangXizhiwritesbythepondeverydaybydippinginthewater.Afterfinishinghishandwriting,hewashedhispeninthepondagain.Asthedayswenton,thepondturnedblack.OnlythendidWangXizhipracticehishandwritingandbecomeagreatcalligrapher.Aftermymotherfinishedspeaking,shesmiledatmeandgentlysaid,"WeMuzishouldpracticewellandbecomecalligraphersinthefuture!"Iseemedtounderstandthemeaningofthestory,butpretendedtonod.
Thenextday,IwasplayingbythepondandsuddenlyrememberedthestoryofMochi.Withablinkofaneye,Ihadaplaninmind.Runningintothestudy,Ibroughttwobottlesofinkandpouredthemintothepond.Theblackinkslowlyspreadandgraduallycoveredtheentirepond.Lookingattheblackwateralloverthepool,Iwasecstaticandcheering.Thenhebroughtachairandsatdown,crossinghislegs,hummingasmalltuneproudly.
Mymotherwalkedoverandaskedinconfusion,"Whatareyoudoing?""Now,I'magreatcalligrapher!"Istruttedmytuneandpointedtothepond,saying,"Look,I'veblackenedthewaterinthepondlikeWangXizhi!"Mymotherlookedatmewithquestions,thenranouttolookatapoolofblackwater,andthenlookedattheemptyinkbottlebythepond.ItseemedlikeIunderstoodsomethingandcouldn'thelpbutburstintolaughter.AsIwipedmytears,Icouldn'tholdmybreathandsaid,"MylittleWangXizhi,Ireallyadmireyou..."Ialsofoolishlyfollowedwithasmile,whichfilledtheentireroom
Thefunstoriesofchildhoodmakemehappy,leavemewithendlessmemories,andmakemeunforgettable.Itleftabeautifulmemoryinmymemorygate.
Mychildhoodanecdotesmaysoundbad,buttheywerenotintentional.
ThefirstinterestingthingisthatIoncesawaclassmatewithasuperbigmouthafterfinishingdinnerinkindergartenandwenttotheplaygroundtoplay.Hedidn'tpayattentiontoitandwasstartledatfirstglance.Iputtheballoongivenbytheteacherinhismouthandsqueezedithardwithmyhands.Thepurposewastomakeitfly,buttomysurprise,hebitmyballoonandmademecry.Howareyou,funny?
Thesecondinterestingthingisthateatingsomeoneelse'sfood,especiallyfood,canmakeyoufeelnauseous.Butafterhearingthis,mycuriositysurged.Atnoon,whilemyclassmatewasusingtherestroom,Iputalotofmeatintohisbowl.Butwhoknewthatafterhecamebacktoeat,notonlydidhenotfeelnauseous,butheateitwithadelicioustaste.Ilostcontrolandlaughed,causingthewholeclasstolookatme,causingmetoshylyputoutthedishes.
Thethirdinterestingthingisthatweparticipatedinacompetition.AlthoughIcouldn'trememberitsname,Iwasholdingaredscarfandtyingaknotbetweenmyfeet.Thetestistobeunited,butafterschool,Isawtwoclassmatesstandingnexttoeachother,withaslightgapbetweenthem.Irantherewithallmylimbsandfelltothegroundwiththem.
ThefourthinterestingthingisthatIusedtobeveryinterestedinsongs.Oneday,aclassmate'sheadwasverybig,andtherewasachopstickandabowlnexttohim.Ihadasuddendesiretoknocktheclassmate'sheadwithchopsticks.Knockingandsinging:"Wash,brush,brush..."Thewholeclasslookedatmeandafterafewseconds,theyburstoutlaughing.
Thisismychildhoodfun,howaboutit,funny!
Childhoodislikeastringofcolorfulbubbles,filledwithchildlikeinnocenceandfun;Childhoodislikeacolorfulrainbow,weavingcountlessinnocenceandhappiness;Childhoodisabeautifulandpleasantsong,dancingwithvividandinterestingnotes.Itmakespeoplefeelincrediblynostalgic.
OneSundaywhenIwasfouryearsold,myparentshadsomethingtogoout.Itriedtobeabletostayathomealone.Later,whenIsawaroundbrightthinginmyparents'room,Iwalkedovercuriously.Iwassurprisedthattherewasapersonwholookedexactlylikeme.ShedidwhateverIdidandwaswearingareddresslikeme.Iquicklyranoutofmymother'sroomandfoundahiddenplacetohide.
Isecretlylookedatthisside,lookedatthatside,andmadesurethatnoonewasfollowing,soIsatdownwithpeaceofmind.ButIamstillontenterhooks.Myheartiswhispering,MomandDad,hurryback!ButIwaitedforalongtimeandmyparentsdidn'tcomeback.Myheartsuddenlybecameanxious.Mymouthisalmostturningintoadry'strawberrycake',howIwishthefarmerunclecould'water'me!Mytearsareflowinglikeasurgingriver.Myeyesturnedredwithtears,asifIhadputonmakeup.
Mytimidrabbit'sheartwaspoundingandbouncing.Suddenly,therewasasoundoffootstepsoutsidethedoor,"cardwipe,cardwipe".Itwasmyparentswhocameback,andIwasoverjoyed.Iquicklyrushedtowardsmymother'sarms.Mymotheraskedstrangely,"What'swrong?Cryinglikethis?"IcriedandtoldmyparentsaboutthemonsterIjustsaw.MomandDadlaugheduntiltheirstomachsburst.Afterawhile,Momsaidtome,"That'samirror.Itwillfindthethingsinfrontofmeexactlythesame."Isuddenlyrealized.Tearsturnintolaughter.
NowwheneverIthinkofthis,Ican'thelpbutlaugh.Oh,whatafunnychildhood!
