Interesting thing
? Songsong, come and see, what is this? Just after school, I heard my mother calling me in the living room. I entered the living room, and my mother excitedly held up a hula hoop, a green and white hula hoop, exquisite and meticulous. Hula hoop is particularly popular outside recently. My mother wants to lose weight through it, and so do my father and I. In short, our family is full of strong curiosity about this little hula hoop.
My parents and I have never really tried hula hoop, but we all think it is not difficult. Haven't we eaten pork and seen pigs run? It doesn't look difficult. When my mother debuted, she slung the hula hoop diagonally around her waist, held her breath, pushed her hands to the right, and the hula hoop got up, but it only turned half a turn and fell heavily to the ground. Next, my father and I appeared in turn, and the result was worse than my mother. Hula hoop fell to the ground again and again, making a noise. Alas, it seems easier said than done! Mom picked up the hula hoop and her eyes fell on my aunt who just entered my house. Come and have a try. Aunt took the hula hoop around her waist and put her hands gently. The hula hoop turned quickly and smoothly. We are envious to see her as cool as a cucumber, with her waist and hips only slightly swinging, and the hula hoop seems to stick to her, like an acrobat playing with a disc.
Aunt taught us the skills of hula hoop: it doesn't need brute force, but it needs skill. The key lies in the crotch, and the speed and stability of the hula hoop are controlled by the movement of the crotch. However, to say 1000 words and 10,000 words is to practice, so that the body can experience that subtle feeling in practice. Practice if you have a direction. My mother and I started practicing. Two days later, my mother woke up, very serious. After a few days, I also touched some doorways and got up, but it was far less light than menstruation. I am nervous all over, and my body swings greatly, like doing manual labor. Every time I wake up, my mother and aunt are laughing beside me. They say my stomach is like a pig. Hum, I'm not afraid of their blows! I'm always better than dad!
The hardest part is my father. At first, he underestimated his enemies too much and thought that playing hula hoop was just a childish thing. With his extraordinary athletic talent, it must be easy to deal with this small plastic ring. I tried it several times and found that it was far from it. In the face of our ridicule, my face was a little uncomfortable, so I calmly put down my circle and said, Do you have to learn it in two days? . At night, I was lying in bed and heard the noise from the living room. I secretly opened the door and saw my father practicing hard in the dark. Oh, what a pity to die! I tell you, my dad's hula hoop is the best result of one and a half laps so far.
Hula hoop is really a great fitness equipment, which brings health and happiness to our whole family!
Interesting thing
An inch of time is an inch of gold, and a thousand dollars cannot buy an inch of time; Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, childhood is like every kind of shell on the beach, shining in the sun. Unfortunately,? Childhood? This wonderful handwriting will gradually leave me.
Life is full of interesting things, step by step. For better or worse, every day is equally important. Memories are also an interesting thing for me.
One night, I suddenly realized that my duty card was missing! I started going through everything, okay? Search? . Open the drawer and dig out a photo of my childhood. Taken in a community park, wearing Alalei's costume and swinging. Listen to mom, this is my favorite photo. It's sunny and sunny. So he took me to the park to take pictures. At first, I sat in a chair by the fountain and took pictures. I heard laughter nearby. It must be fun. I'm starting to imagine mine? Dream park? Because I was too curious, I sat in a chair and my father began to take pictures. I suddenly ran away, and my father only photographed the moment when I ran away. I ran to that with a smile? Dream park? It turns out that a group of friends are playing on the swing! I ran excitedly and played with them.
I put down my photo and glanced at my schoolbag. Ah! Why is my duty card on my schoolbag? How strange! I'm so stupid and in a daze.
Years are long and sparkling. This matter is still in my mind. Up to now, I still feel childlike sitting on the swing. The park breeze is blowing, and the lazy makeup is mixed with the swing, and the smoke is lingering. I look up at the blue sky, smile with a faint dust, and the breeze blows gently, letting me breathe fresh air. Gently rippling, seduce my desire to move. Childhood, my swing dream. Although my swing dream is long gone, it has been lingering in my mind. I really like swinging, swinging gently and freely, thinking of nothing and everything, as if another me had returned to the depths of my soul, calm and indifferent, with no desire, no high, and so slowly.
Childhood dreams are real, real dreams, and sweet smiles in memories. Childhood is a dream that will never return. It's neither long nor short. As long as I wake up, I will smile. It is exciting to recall interesting childhood stories. Full of laughter and happiness. Childhood is like a colorful dream, which makes people nostalgic and yearning. Interesting stories in my childhood often bring me good memories.
Interesting thing
At noon on a certain day of a certain month, I was a nine-year-old primary school student who experienced it twice in half an hour? Trial? . Hehe, of course, here? Court? No? Court? what's up Court? , but? Family? what's up Court? . These two times? Trial? Make me angry and laugh at my parents: I am angry that they make a fuss and laugh at him for being so old and naive.
It was Sunday, my mother went to work overtime, my father went to my colleague's house to help repair the computer, and I did my homework at home. At noon, my mother dragged her tired body home, and when she saw that I was still alone at home, she asked: I nodded when your father didn't come back, and my mother asked: Didn't I call you either? Hmm. Didn't buy rice? Hmm. ? Mom's face changed color at once? Cloudy to cloudy? Yes! Alas! I really feel like an arraigned suspect. Mom immediately called dad's cell phone:? Why haven't you come home yet? My son is at home alone. He hasn't eaten. I just got home. I am tired and hungry. Did you go out for dinner with your colleagues? Yes, that's great! You eat well, eat well! Hum! You don't have to buy us any more rice, we won't eat, we will lose weight! I have to continue to work overtime, and I have to go now! ? Mom is like a machine gun. After firing these bullets, she immediately turned off her cell phone. Then, my mother grabbed the bag and left, walked to the door, turned around and saw me still standing there, her face softened a lot, and whispered to me, I'm going to buy rice. ?
After a while, my mother came back, and her figure immediately drifted home. Like a top in a whirlwind, she spins back and forth in the kitchen and dining room. After a while, two dishes and one soup were ready. Mother took two puffs of cigarettes and then left the table. I was left alone, chewing slowly there, savoring the fragrance of the food and the hard work of my mother.
Suddenly, the door lock rang and dad came back. Seeing that I was eating strangely, he began to ask me. Your mother cooked the meal? Hmm. When did she come back? Almost 1. Did she eat? Hmm. Where has she gone now? I don't know. Did she say when she would be back? I shook my head. Alas! I really feel like an arraigned suspect. Dad put down the steamed stuffed bun in his hand and said that he would not go out until the computer was repaired, and then he went out again.
At this time, my mother came out of the balcony and looked at me with a smile, which scared me. Mom, are you home? ! Hehe, no overtime this afternoon. I look at flowers on the balcony. I didn't expect to hear a good show! Son, language is a bit artistic! Say this when you talk to your father in the future. Look, if he doesn't ask us, we'll make him feel guilty. ?
Well, mom and dad, I really admire you. Sometimes I feel more naive than me. Today, I blame my father for not telling my mother clearly in advance, and my mother for being narrow-minded and angry. Can't we understand each other better? My family is close and warm together, how happy it is. I think, in the future, I will talk about art and I don't want to be summoned again. The warmth of the family also has my share.