Childhood stories 1 Childhood stories are like stars in the sky, countless, but like the brightest one, they will always shine in my memory. I can't forget it.
I remember it was a hot summer, and there were many mosquitoes in my yard. So, my mother bought a bottle of green water, which looked nice. I thought: Mom must have bought something delicious again. Why didn't she invite me to dinner? I saw my mother put the bottle of jade water on the bedside table and went to work. I quietly put the bottle of water into my pocket. Run to the back room of my house. Pour this bottle of water into your mouth. Just after drinking a little, I felt my tongue burning and numb. I was shocked and thought: this can't be the legendary poison! I was so scared. I ran to my mother and said to her, "Mom, I ate poison." "What did you eat?" Mother asked anxiously. I showed the bottle to my mother. After reading it, my mother said to me, "Nothing, that's essential balm. Don't be afraid. " After a while, my mother brought me a bottle of water and told me to gargle for a while. At last, I was numb. Mom said, "fortunately, it's just wind oil essence." If it is rat poison, it will be troublesome. " I nodded my head hard.
As time went by, I grew up. I understand that some things are edible, and some things will make us sick, so we can't eat them indiscriminately. I can't help laughing when I think about it.
Story 2 of childhood composition "the rooster lay eggs, hens crow" People often use this sentence to describe the impossible. Hens really seldom crow, but my grandmother's hens really crow.
A year ago, I heard from my grandmother that her hen was craning its neck and barking solemnly. During the summer vacation, I played at my grandmother's house. One morning, I suddenly heard the cock crow in the yard. My grandmother didn't know about raising cocks, so I went to see whose cock ran into my grandmother's yard and looked for it seriously. I didn't see a rooster, only my grandmother's hen was craning its neck to crow.
"Hens crow", and the neighbors are talking about it. Some people say, "This is evil and an ominous sign. You have to cut off the head of the chicken and hang it on the road to ward off evil spirits! " "I don't believe in this superstition, but I don't know why hens crow.
In order to solve this puzzle, I consulted a lot of information and searched online, and finally found a clue in the book "We Love Science". It turns out that the hen has a very underdeveloped gonad on the right side, and the estrogen produced by the ovary will prevent the development of the gonad. When a hen's gonad secretes a male hormone, it can change the original female characteristics. Why do hens produce male cells? I checked the computer, and it turns out that the sex chromosome in the cell is the main factor that determines the sex of cock and hen in the biological genetic genes. When the estrogen of this chicken is weakened, the right gonad will lose its inhibitory effect, develop rapidly, and produce male cells, so it can secrete male hormones, so that when the hen changes her hair, it will put on bright and beautiful feathers like a rooster, and the comb will grow red and big, and at the same time it will crow. After reading these materials, I understand that this is a chicken disease, not a bad omen.
After I understood the reason why the hen crowed, I quickly told my grandmother's neighbor this knowledge, but when I told my grandmother the reason why the hen crowed, the hen was killed as a "bad chicken". After listening to my explanation, my grandmother regretted killing the chicken in this way, but fortunately, the hen who was killed unjustly has been vindicated.
Through this incident, I deeply understand that for things and things that I don't know and don't know, I should seriously look for the real reason of things and not blindly listen to superstitions. Only in this way can we constantly uncover the unknown mystery and prevent superstition from falling on people's heads. This is also the purpose of our research.
Story 3 of childhood composition Life is like a five-flavor bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. When I was a child, I experienced the five flavors of life.
Although my childhood was sour, sweet, bitter and salty, it was still much sweeter!
I remember when I was looking up at the endless sky in kindergarten, my father broke into my imagination and told me a very disturbing news: my father reported me a dance that I had never liked, and classes will start tomorrow. "Hearing the news is like a sunny day. I was suddenly cheated ... that night, I cried. I tossed and turned in bed, but I couldn't sleep. It was not until after midnight that I gradually understood why my father signed me up for dancing: my father had told me that dancing was slim, but I was afraid of hardship and never went. Until today, I realized that mom and dad are exercising my perseverance! The next day, my parents and I apologized (because we had a quarrel with my father) and went to learn dance happily.
Unconsciously, I went to grade one and met my best friend: Linlin. Yuyu. Yuxin. These three good friends not only enriched my world, but also brought me unprecedented happiness. Especially, because she is short, I respectfully call her monitor Lin and so on. Class leader Lin is bigger than me, but I always call her that. Nickname? And Yuyu, older and thinner than me. I call her Xiaoyu (all my three good friends have nicknames). After class, the three of us always get together, as if we were stuck with 502 glue. Of course, these three people also gave me nicknames. They called me Xiner. After a long time, we spend a long time together, and we are like good sisters.
Once, we three sisters played together on the playground. Suddenly, one of our three sisters, Linlin, fell down. The three of us rushed over and Linlin helped her up. The four of us help each other in study, take care of each other in life, and unite and be friendly.
The sweetness of childhood makes me happy. The sweetness of childhood is like a hidden secret, waiting for you to discover it. My childhood was very sweet. However, it was my three friends who made my childhood as sweet as honey as a magician!
Chapter Two: The Acid of Childhood
I will never forget the acid of my childhood. There are many sad things in my childhood. But there is one thing that saddens me the most.
I remember it was the winter vacation of the first grade. My father went to Russia on business. When he left, he promised to bring me a small Russian object or toy when he came back. I have been looking forward to this day since my father left. I'm looking forward to it. I finally look forward to the day when my father returns to China. I begged my mother to go to the airport with me to welcome my father home. My mother agreed to my request. I bought a bunch of flowers and went to the airport with my mother. Soon, my father got off the plane with big newspapers and tabloids. I rushed up and hugged my father's waist.
We came home and took out a small toy my father bought me, a Russian doll. It is usually red and can be pulled out. After pulling out, there is a small one inside, then pull out another small one, and then pull out the smallest one inside. I like it very much, so this Russian doll accompanied me safely for half a year. Unexpectedly, one day after half a year, my mother suddenly said to me, "MengMeng (my real name), you still play with this kind of children's toy when you are old (referring to my Russian doll). My mother has many children at work. Give your doll to the children in the future and buy it for you in the future. " I thought my mother was joking with me, so I didn't care. But the next day after school, I found my Russian doll missing. I asked my mother, "I gave it to my colleague's child." Mom said casually. That's my father's substitute from Russia! Say it's a toy, but it's also a souvenir! But ... but you gave it to someone else ... I really wanted to say "I'm so sad." I couldn't sleep that night ...
The childhood acid made me bitter. Now I think all the childhood acid really makes me bitter, but I think there is no sweet happiness without acid pain!
Chapter III: Seasoning in childhood.
There are so many spicy things in childhood, just like the stars in the sky, countless.
During the second grade winter vacation, my father and I went to Beiluyuan Fitness Park to play. On the way, I saw a man throwing rubbish at random. I thought, "it's his business that he throws garbage, and I can't control it!" " "Dad and I will go forward. Suddenly, I saw a little girl younger than me running over, patted my uncle on the shoulder and said to him, "Uncle, Beijing will host the Olympic Games in 20xx, but you don't protect the environment at all and litter. "My uncle immediately blushed at this:" Friend, it's my uncle's fault. I will definitely stop littering, protect the environment and welcome the Beijing Olympic Games. " Then he bent down and picked up the rubbish he had just thrown. He said thank you like a little girl and strode away.
Seeing this scene, my father said to me, "Look, this sister can take the initiative to reason with that environmentally unfriendly person. You are older than her, but you can't. " Say that finish, father shook his head and sighed. Hearing this, my heart is burning. That smell, spicy! Like eating Chili, my face turned red at once, until it reached the root of my neck.
I secretly swear in my heart: I will take the initiative to protect the environment in the future and dare to fight against those who destroy the environment.
The spice of childhood, that is to say, I can't finish it all day. The interest of childhood made me understand a lot of truth. Think about it. I remember my spicy childhood vividly.
Chapter Four: Childhood Suffering
Although my childhood is the sweetest, my childhood is a bit bitter.
In the winter vacation of senior one, my dance began. I thought it was easy to learn dance, so I went happily. Who knows, when we get to the classroom, we will go to leg press and bend down first. I haven't learned it, so I feel very painful. After a class, I went home and said to my father, "I don't want to learn dance." But dad said solemnly, "no, you can't back down." You must keep learning. " Then he left with a straight face. In this way, I survived another dance class. Unexpectedly, on Friday, I broke my leg at school, but my father insisted that I go to class. Well, my arm can't beat my thigh, so I have to go to class again. I am too timid to tell the teacher. So the teacher didn't know I was knocked, so she asked me to take leg press. My leg hurts, but it hurts more when I press it. I cried with a "wow". The teacher thought that I, leg press, was injured. Under the teacher's repeated questioning, I finally confessed. My parents came to pick me up after class. When they saw me crying, they quickly asked me what was wrong. When I finished, my father said, "Nothing, just go home and take some medicine." Then he drove me home. At that moment, I wanted to say, "Hey, I'm so bitter."
The bitterness of childhood embarrassed me, but without the bitterness of childhood, perhaps, there would be no success for me today!
Open the five-flavor bottle of life, and waves of beautiful memories come to you. Friends, let's try our best to experience the happiness brought by this five-flavor bottle life!