1. Childhood life is like a clear stream, humming happily and running forward, while childhood fun is like a boat, rippling on the jubilant stream. Whenever I recall those interesting childhood stories, I can't help smiling.
When I was six or seven years old, something "silly" and "interesting" happened. At that time, my mother accidentally found that the salt was used up, so she called me to the supermarket. I am in high spirits, because it is time for me to show my talents. I bought salt like an arrow that left the string, went home and tore up the salt bag while humming a tune. Hey! ? How did this little black spot form in this salt? Then I remembered that every time my mother saw dirty things, she washed them with clean water. So, I brought a basin of water and poured the salt in. Learn to be like your mother and rub it. I want to fish out the salt, but who knows, there is not even a shadow of it. Is salt just "flying without wings"? Suddenly, I was blindsided and my mind went blank, so I called my mother. My mother smiled, touched my head and said to me earnestly, "Baby, not everything can be solved by washing. You have to think through your brain and judge through your eyes, you know?" I nodded in confusion and laughter echoed in the room. ...
Such an interesting thing not only greatly satisfied my expanding curiosity, but also sprouted a seed of knowledge from my naive mind, hoping it will grow into a big tree one day!
2. I look at the starry night sky, how the twinkling stars are like one interesting thing after another in my childhood! You see, the brightest star in the sky always reminds me of me when I was ignorant and that funny thing. Memories always make me laugh. I was only five years old that year. One day, my mother bought me a bag of strawberries. Bright red strawberries make my mouth water. After my mother washed the strawberries, I couldn't wait to start. Unconsciously, I swept away the strawberries. "Hey, how so few strawberries! I finished it in a short time. " I muttered to myself. Then I thought: Mom must have bought some strawberries and hid them. I still want to eat, I want to find all the strawberries! So I started looking for strawberries at home. There are no signs of strawberries in the cupboard, under the table or in the basin. Suddenly, when I passed the bedroom, I vaguely saw strawberries. Walking into the bedroom, I saw the "strawberry" I dreamed of. The bed is full of strawberries. I was so happy that I grabbed it and found that "strawberries" were "stuck" on the sheets. I picked up scissors and cut off one strawberry after another. Small holes appeared in the sheets. Soon, all the strawberries were put into the basin by me.
I followed my mother's example, pointed the washbasin at the faucet on tiptoe and began to wash strawberries. Touching the flat strawberry felt something was wrong, but I didn't think much. I just keep thinking that I want to eat strawberries. "Strawberries" are ready, so I picked up one and sent it to my mouth. "Oh, dear!" I cried. This "strawberry" is bitter and astringent, so it won't bite badly. I changed another strawberry and continued to taste it. I can eat dozens of strawberries in a row, all of which are bitter and astringent. Just when I was worried, my mother came into the kitchen and looked at me funny and smiled. I wronged my mother and said, "My strawberries are not sweet at all, but bitter. Didn't you add sugar? " After listening to my words, my mother laughed even harder. Looking at my mother's smile, I feel even more wronged. My mother explained to me, "silly boy, these strawberries are all patterns on the sheets." They are all cloth, not real strawberries. " I didn't react until I heard my mother's explanation. I can't help laughing.
Whenever I see strawberries, I always think of them, and I can't help laughing!