Memory, childhood is like the stars in the sky, countless. However, everyone has a childhood, and childhood story was like the sea the diversiform shells, glittering in the water company, exudes be riotous with colour brilliance, count the number of never-ending childhood like spring a riot of colours, so I delude one to folly; childhood like summer everywhere Cang green, make me energetic; childhood like autumn fruitful, let me harvest happiness and smile; childhood like winter Snow gleams white., let me feel the purity of heart.
We all had a pure and beautiful childhood, sculpting our beautiful life, the interpretation of our innocent and lively. In childhood we, is how of happiness, innocence and goodness, and ignore all the sadness and melancholy side occurs, do not set foot on the vicissitudes of the ocean, healthy and happy growth only in the parents under the wings, just play in the play. But time is always so rushed and short-lived, once beautiful childhood now vanish like soap bubbles, now we can do is to pursue the beautiful fragment of childhood, but can't again.
小荷作文网 www.zww.cn When I was very young, I was very naive, also always want to study adults do, often whimsical, try to think of some wrong ideas, can not, one day after supper, I went with my mother to a bowl of wine, start my experiment, I foretaste taste wine, find it difficult to drink bitter. So I came to the kitchen, saw my mother cooking seasoning, think: my mother usually cooking, only put these ingredients, food is very delicious. If I put them also put some in, wine became a good drink it.
Say to work, first I put the salt and sugar together inside, then put the vinegar, oil, chicken together put in, then I picked up the chopsticks to stir it, stir well, I think I should taste to it, just put the bowl to his lips. Then I heard mother called me, I had to end with this bowl of things came to the mother, mother saw my hand with a bowl of things asked me what it is? So I am very proud with my mother about what had happened. Mom listened to all of a sudden loud laugh, I confused, I do not know why is mother to laugh. I asked my mother how, mother said: "silly boy, originally is the taste of wine, you add these things can you drink? Maybe you can use chopsticks to make a bit of taste, what is the taste." I listened to my mother, to taste a little, say is what taste, but it is difficult to drink, also know why does mother smiled
Of course, after this, I also understand a truth, not what is put together, can be delicious good drink, then I will read some books about how to do the experiment, get more knowledge.
Childhood is like a seven color flowers, inside his body, is filled with all kinds of color, make life more beautiful: childhood is like a paper airplane, it flows on the good old days of childhood.
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