In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative essays according to different genres. So have you ever understood composition? The following is a composition on the topic of childhood that I compiled for you. It is for reference only. Let’s take a look. Composition on the topic of childhood 1
The years of childhood passed quietly like running water. In the blink of an eye, I will graduate from elementary school. I can't bear to leave this campus. I have too many good memories here; I can’t bear to leave this class, I have too much happiness here. yes. I have so many wonderful memories of my childhood that I really don’t want to say goodbye to him. How happy childhood is! How could I wave goodbye to him? How I want to grab the tail of my childhood. Retrieve those wonderful memories.
Those childhood memories are always unforgettable to me. I will never forget that I naively used my mother’s makeup box to draw myself into a giant panda; I will not forget that I poked a hornet’s nest and was bitten into a fat baby; I will never forget that riding a pig ruined my grandma’s vegetable patch. I was beaten for being a mess; I will never forget that when I was six years old. I was playing with Xiaoran on the kang at Xiaoran's house, and he suddenly started making a fuss with me. Because, at this time, his grandma and his mother were in the outer room. He became more presumptuous, and we rolled around on the kang. In the end, his "punitive army" was defeated. He always surrenders first and then fights again. Finally, his mother discovered him and said, "You two little naughty boys, it's okay to make trouble. Just don't let the steamed buns fall under the blanket." Only then did we realize that there was a quilt on the kang. We open the quilt. I saw "big pancakes" one after another. We looked at each other. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
How can you grasp the steering wheel of life without experiencing the ups and downs of childhood; how can you sail into the rough sea of ??life without saying goodbye to childhood; how can you have a brilliant future without entering youth.
Let us all set sail! Goodbye, my alma mater that holds countless memories; Goodbye, that united collective; Goodbye, my teachers who taught me countless knowledge; Goodbye, my partners who gave me countless happiness. Let's move towards a wider ocean! Essay on the topic of childhood 2
Childhood is a fragrant lotus. Its center is filled with all the fragrance of the lotus, and its center is a colorful treasure box filled with candies. Every candy is a little secret that you will never forget, full of sour, sweet, bitter and spicy flavors. Looking back, every little secret is like a shining pearl, connected together, shining brightly in the long river of my memory.
When I was a child, I often looked at the sky and meditated, watching the cute birds flying around. I longed to be a little bird, flying in the sky, and envied the carefreeness of the birds. My heart kept thinking: Why can't I be like a bird, flying through the white clouds and soaring in the blue sky?
I started taking action on this issue in the first grade. That day, I jealously threw stones at the sparrow, and it flapped its wings and flew away. The sparrow's action gave me an idea. I imitated the sparrow and moved my arms vigorously up and down, but I was still where I was, not moving at all. So I climbed up the stairs and jumped down from the top. I flapped my arms a few times in the air, but my butt still became the masterpiece of the yellow earth daddy. I held the big fan and flew the same way. Although I felt as if I was anchored in the air, I still couldn't fly. Then I thought about the spiral of the helicopter. It circled the sky for ninety-nine and eighty-one times and the head was too big. But it just couldn't fly. It made me want to vomit. I couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north. Looking embarrassed, my father looked up and laughed. My mother asked me kindly, and I told me my idea of ??learning to fly word for word. My mother smiled and whispered something to me. I understood everything and laughed with my father.
I often touch this childhood lotus and smell its refreshing fragrance of childhood flowers. Take out one of the candies and reminisce with your friends, tell a secret and share it with others...
The stories from childhood are so interesting, and the aftertaste is endless. Essay on Childhood 3
I remember many years ago, we were all immature children, handsome young people with dreams. I have a lot of longing and expectations in my heart, looking forward to growing up quickly and looking forward to my dreams coming true. Smiling silly and crying happily are innocent and free.
Now that we have grown up, we are no longer childish teenagers.
With a mature face and a mature heart, the smiles will decrease and the worries will increase. It is no longer a green apple, the dream is coming true step by step, but childhood is gone forever and can never come back to us. We can only say goodbye to those innocence. Just let those memories sleep for a long time. Wouldn't it be nice if I could hug you in my dream?
In the dream, I was still the same girl with long braids, singing and laughing. What will you look like in the dream?
In the dream, I still had those familiar partners playing and having fun together. Suddenly I feel like those childhood playmates, and I really want to ask, my childhood friends, how are you? Has there been a lot of change? Have you ever remembered me?
Time goes by, and many years later we will all be gray-haired. Suddenly I open the photo album and miss you so much. Missing you is a happy missing. I will smile and look at every cute smiling face, and think of our innocence and friendship.
I hope that all friends who have read this article will put down your nervousness and take time to think about some of the good things. In fact, it is in your heart. It depends on whether you hide it. In fact, it is in us. The heart is like maggots attached to the bones and seeping into the blood. Isn’t it the treasure we treasure?
Remember that a close friend is hard to find, so don’t miss it when you meet one. You don’t need to be together every day, and you don’t need money or fame. The most important thing is to have a heart so that you won’t forget. Essay on Childhood 4
I remember when we were in elementary school, we always sighed: Oh, why do you think this time passes so slowly? When will we grow up and enter middle school? The door! Now, we no longer expect this. We want to go back to the happy childhood and the carefree days of the past.
The "June 1" Children's Day has arrived. Seeing my brother rehearsing the program nervously, I couldn't help but feel a little envious in my heart, and there was a bit of bitterness in that envy. Looking back on the past days, I used to be an active member of various activities. Every June 1st Children's Day, I will also perform many shows. Alas, now, the day has come again that no longer belongs to me.
Looking back at that beautiful childhood, we could play freely in childhood; we could talk freely in childhood; we could act coquettishly in childhood... But now, we have become teenagers. Those childhood days The days in have said goodbye to us forever.
Looking back at that wonderful childhood, I feel more and more how precious those days were. What does it mean to grow up? Growing up means giving up those carefree days, giving up everything you love deeply, giving up the childhood and innocence that will never come back...
Once, I asked a friend : Do you like growing up? She smiled bitterly and shook her head, but she showed a proud smile and said: "Although growing up will be a bit bitter, we will become more mature and know more. I like growing up!" After listening to her words, my My heart suddenly became enlightened.
Although "June 1" Children's Day no longer belongs to us, as we grow up, we will have more things. Although you will lose something when you grow up, everyone must experience growing up. Instead of being immersed in the uneasiness of losing childhood, we should open our arms and smile to welcome the grown-up tomorrow. Essay 5 on the topic of childhood
Time flies. This year, when I was 13, I gradually grew up. Say goodbye to my ordinary childhood, but I am still looking for it on the beach of memory——
I was among the figures playing with the little sisters during the ten minutes between classes; I was among the voices of panic when facing the sudden lightning and thunder; I was among the figures hurriedly looking for light in response to the sudden power outage... < /p>
Childhood is like a car filled with clothes and fruits. It is also filled with many childhood things. There are too many childhood things. If they are a string of wind chimes, then When the wind blows, they will make a sound... Listen! Here they come:
When I was six years old, there was a pot of flowers at home. I often stood on a small bench and looked at it for a long time, but I found that this pot of flowers had a shortcoming: it had no fragrance. I feel very sorry for this. It would be great if this flower could have a fragrance! I turned my brain around and got an idea.
One day when my parents were not at home, I went to the bathroom to get some perfume. When I came to the flowerpot, I unscrewed the cap of the bottle and quickly sprinkled a little on the petals, and even some on the roots. I want the fragrance to spread from the branches to the stamens, and in a short while, the whole house will be filled with fragrance.
My mother came back, smelled the fragrance, and asked me what was going on. I told my mother what I had done. After hearing this, he sighed dumbfounded: "Oh! You little fool, the flowers will die if you do this." At first, I was dubious about what my mother said. The next day, the flowers began to wither and turn yellow. It withered.
"Hahaha..." After listening to the stories of my childhood, you will definitely laugh. I am the same way. Look, how childish and ignorant my thoughts were as a child!
I miss my childhood, I miss my childhood. The ignorance and dreams of childhood drift quietly and sail quietly with the boat of time, and leave me as time goes by... Composition on the topic of childhood 6
In my happy childhood, my interesting stories were like colorful shells on the beach. Now, let me pick up the largest and most beautiful shell, open it, and tell you the story in the shell!
I remember that time my grandma gave us a carton of eggs. I imagined that I could hatch chicks from these eggs like an old mother, so I picked up an egg and put it on my belly, and said, "I will keep it on my belly until the chicks hatch." My mother and father staggered with laughter when they heard this. They suppressed their laughter and told me: "In order for a chick to hatch from an egg, the egg must be incubated at a temperature of 37 degrees for twenty-one days!" After saying this, they couldn't help but laugh. After hearing this, I thought to myself: "The temperature on the radiator must have reached 37 degrees, and I can just put the eggs on it." "So, I took a towel, wrapped the selected eggs, and put the towel on the heater.
The next day, I couldn't help but open the towel again, hoping that it would be OK. The chicks were hatched, so I drew some chicks on the eggs.
Waiting and waiting, hoping and hoping! Finally on the twenty-first day, I took out the eggs and took a look. The egg still didn't turn into a chick. When I was wondering, my mother suddenly opened the door and said with surprise and a little doubt: "Why did the chick get on the egg shell?" I said disappointedly: "That's not a chick, it's a painting I drew on the eggshell." At this time, my father also came over. He said, "Why don't you open one and have a look?" Before he finished speaking, he opened an egg. When his father took a look, he smiled and said, "My child, the egg white has evaporated and it must have hatched." No chicks. So, I had no choice but to ask my father to open the remaining three eggs. The result confirmed what my father said, not a single chick hatched.
My childhood was full of fantasy, curiosity and desire. Composition 7 on the topic of childhood
Suddenly, I found that I was about to step out of childhood. With a heart of exploration, what is childhood?
Childhood, childhood, I kept saying in my mouth This word, childhood, is a colorful lollipop; childhood is a word of praise; childhood is a smile like a silver bell holding hands; childhood is a discovery, childhood is a colorful picture page, and A piece of music dancing with joyful music.
Childhood is a series of dreams, thinking about flying freely with the birds, swimming in the clear lake with the small fish, and playing hand in hand with the animals in nature.
Childhood is a photo of me participating in a guzheng competition with my classmates and smiling happily after winning the prize. Listen carefully in class, answer questions actively, and feel proud when praised by the teacher...
Childhood is a song that allows us to dance happily in the ocean of songs. Paddle, sing a song.
Childhood is like the bright night sky, as pure as the moon, as cute as the stars, with dreams that disappear as quickly as shooting stars.
Childhood is like a small seedling. It needs the baptism of wind and rain, the sunshine, the warmth of the moon, and the nutrition of the soil to grow into a towering tree and become a pillar.
Childhood needs self-confidence, just like a fish cannot leave the water; childhood needs dreams, just like a human cannot live without air. Childhood requires persistence and integrity. There will naturally be stumbling blocks in life. We must also bravely challenge them and use our wisdom and strength to defeat them.
Time waits for no one. An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. Let us cherish the last childhood time.
Childhood - the most important thing is to grasp yourself, believe in yourself, and cherish it. Essay on childhood 8
Childhood is a small boat, full of joy.
When I reached the second grade and failed in many tests, I suspected that you were stupid. I heard that the fish in the river are very delicious, and the magnetic head is allowed to eat smart. As the saying goes: I know the depth of the sweet and sour pear in the river by tasting it with my own mouth. I decided to taste the fish in the river myself.
No why, I had a good discussion with Xu Rong when I went home during the Dragon Boat Festival to catch fish in my creek. The Dragon Boat Festival is here, and we go home to catch fish together. His ex-grandma's free inner line "swish" flowed in the water creek, a small fish.
Xu Rong and I caught a fat little fish, and we both decided to catch it. This little fish was not easy to catch. It swam forward and Xu Rong hurriedly chased it. Xu Rong stretched out her hand and grabbed the little fish. The little fish struggled hard in Xu Rong's hands. Finally, she broke free. . It fell into the water with a splash. Mud splattered on both of us, making us look like little mud monkeys. Um! I can't believe I couldn't catch you! We hurriedly chased the small fish, and the small fish also hurried forward, swimming, swimming, and suddenly stopped swimming. Oh, he must be getting discouraged because he can't escape our grasp! We walked forward calmly, but just as we reached for it, it slipped away again. Even you, a little fish, dare to make fun of me, huh! ! I am angry. At this time, Xu Rong came up with a clever plan. He was in front of the roadblock and I was at the rear. Xiaoyu was forced into a desperate situation and had to surrender obediently.
Seeing that the little fish was docile, they danced happily. "Pa", this is when my foot slipped and I fell down by the river.
"Hahaha" and "Huahuahua" the river played a happy song.
The ship’s childhood is also loaded with more joyful songs and laughter! Composition 9 on the topic of childhood
Childhood is an extremely happy life that will be unforgettable for life. When I think about an incident from six or seven years ago, I can't help laughing.
That year, my mother was in the hospital because she was giving birth to a little brother, and my father had to go to work, so I asked my aunt to take care of me. Looking at me who is usually well-behaved and sensible, my aunt went to sleep with peace of mind. Hey! It’s so boring! What can I do by myself? I especially like painting, so I took action.
After a while, an art notebook was filled with various dynamic animals. This small notebook is not enough for me to fit between my teeth! I searched around and finally found a big piece of "paper". I pulled the big quilt that my aunt was covering from the bed and spread it on the ground. This extra large "paper" is really heavy. For a three-year-old me, it really took all my energy to feed myself! I lay on it and started drawing happily: Here is a little rabbit with long ears, a short tail, and red eyes. I'm still eating carrots; the puppies, kittens, chicks, and ducks are still playing hide and seek... Hey! My aunt is so lazy. She came to play with me obviously, but now she's asleep. It's so annoying She couldn't help it. After I finished painting the quilt, I painted on the bed sheets.
"Aunt! Aunt!" I shouted loudly. "What's the matter?" The aunt who had been sleeping woke up from her sleep and asked drowsily. "Look at how well I draw! Even better than the kids!" I said proudly, pointing to the painting. When my aunt saw it, she was surprised and said, "These are all your paintings, you are so cute!" I pouted and proudly said, "Of course!" My aunt picked me up and kissed me again and said, "The painting is great, but In the future, you have to draw in the art book, but you can’t doodle!" I was very happy. Mom was angry and laughing when she found out.
My childhood is gone forever, but the beautiful life of childhood will always be engraved in my heart. My childhood was so cute, my childhood was so happy, I miss my childhood. Essay on Childhood 10
There is a wonderful time in my life, that is my childhood. There were many interesting things in my childhood. Let me tell you one!
Next to my hometown, there is a pile of sand, and holes often appear in the sand. I thought some kids had made it with a stick. However, one day, I saw several wasps coming out of the hole. Originally, I was not interested in their existence, but one day they stung me for some reason and it hurt me to death, so I wanted to kill the bees.
How can I fight against so many wasps by myself? I thought about it for a while and decided to form a bee exterminator team.
My bee-killing team has been formed. There are five people in total, all of whom are my good friends. We hold various "weapons" in our hands, including stones, water guns, and bamboo leaves. Bamboo poles, etc. After the selection, everyone made me the captain.
A tragic war between humans and bees began. First, everyone buried the wasp holes. Then, when the wasps came back, they saw that their home was gone, so they had to dig again. At this time, I gave the order and used the "Stone Formation". Suddenly, the stones fell like raindrops, and the wasps became a mess like ants on a hot pot. Look, a few wasps were crushed to death by stones! The "Stone Formation" passed, and everyone took out their weapons and continued to fight. At this time, the battle had reached a fever pitch. I was only directing, but I did not participate in the "battle." At that time, I only saw a basin of water, so I poured the water on the wasp. Suddenly, the ground became a "little river". The wasps seemed to be shouting "help" in the "river". At the last moment of the human-bee war, we took out the bamboo poles and started sprinting, killing and killing...
We won, and no one was injured. Although some of the wasps ran away, we also It was a beautiful battle to get this revenge. I and everyone else laughed.
Ah! The bee exterminator team in my childhood really brings back memories for me! It would be great if I could go back in time, but this might be a fantasy.
I love my childhood! I love reminiscing about my childhood. Composition on the topic of childhood 11
As we grow older, childhood begins to fade away. But some interesting things from my childhood are still so clear and interesting when I recall them. In my mind, nothing is more clear than digging for treasures on the beach.
I was only six years old at that time. Dad took me to the beach to play. That afternoon, my father and I came to the beach and saw a sea of ??people. The people in the sea were like dumplings. We finally found an open space and started playing. Just recently, my father told me a story about a man who went digging for treasure. So I thought: "Huh? The people in the story went through all kinds of hardships to dig out the treasure. The treasure was placed in a place where it is not easy to be found. So the endless beach is a perfect geomantic treasure land for hiding treasures, isn't it?" Just do it, I picked up the small sand shovel that my father bought for me, thinking about the scene where I dug a treasure and was praised by everyone, and started my big project.
I started. I dug up the sand with a small sand shovel and pushed it aside. After five minutes, the sun was scorching hot, and I began to sweat on my forehead. However, the pit could only hold my head, so I worked harder. After another ten minutes, the pit became larger, and there was still some unknown liquid in the pit. I licked it and realized that I had licked sea water. But I still didn't see the treasure. I became anxious, so I worked harder. Another long ten minutes passed, and I still didn't see the enviable treasure. Now I was really anxious and asked quickly: "Dad, where is the treasure?" "Huh?" Dad looked at me doubtfully. I added: "There should be treasures on the beach, because you said that treasures are in treasure hiding places. I think this beach is the treasure hiding place." "Haha," Dad touched my head and said, "There are treasures on the beach. There are so many people, why haven't they been discovered earlier? Come here, here are the shells I picked up for you." I held the colorful shells and nodded in understanding.
My childhood is slowly fading away, but the innocence and romance of my childhood will always be in my heart. Essay on Childhood 12
Many unforgettable interesting things happened in my childhood. They are as countless as the stars in the sky. Among them, the most unforgettable thing for me was "catching" butterflies.
With a slight wave of the magic wand in Miss Chun's hand, the whole earth changed its appearance: the grass revealed its green head, the willow trees sprouted green buds and leaves, and the flowers grinned... everywhere It was the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and the charming scenery attracted countless cute little butterflies. They danced in groups of three and five, adding a bit of color to the beautiful spring scenery.
Our interesting stories also come with the arrival of butterflies. Our friends are eager to start "fishing" for butterflies. We first fold a reed, cut off the leaves, and leave the pointed core with the top unexpanded. In this way, the "fishing rod" is made.
Then, we started making "bait" - paper butterflies. We first found a few pieces of white paper, and then used our "skilled hands" to double-fold the white paper and tear it into a lifelike butterfly shape, and then carefully tied these paper butterflies on the On the core at the top of the reed pole, the entire fishing tackle is complete. We started fishing for butterflies. We picked up the fishing rod, held our breath, tiptoed to the butterfly group, and then slowly stretched out the fishing rod. Gently shake the fishing rod, and a "butterfly" starts to dance. When the butterfly sees its companion, it will come up to say hello to her. "Opportunity is not to be missed, it will never come again." We took the opportunity and started to move the fishing rod. At first, we moved slowly to attract the butterfly to fly. When the butterfly got on the "hook", we started to run. As we ran, we kept moving. The ground turned around and looked back to see the "fruits" of its harvest. From a distance, the string of white butterflies looked like a fluttering ribbon, which was extremely beautiful. As we ran, we shouted happily: "I caught a butterfly! I caught a butterfly!" Laughter filled the country road, and happiness filled everyone's face.
I will never forget the happy life of fishing for butterflies in my childhood! Composition 13 on the topic of childhood
"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are singing about summer. On the swing by the playground, only butterflies are sitting on it." Whenever I hear this song "Childhood" 〉's song, I feel like I've returned to my lively and playful childhood.
This song has a sad passage of childhood time, which is like my mood at the moment. We look forward to growing up day by day, and childhood is gradually getting further and further away from us. The story of childhood is like an old movie, playing back scene by scene before our eyes.
I remember that when I was a child, I loved eating candies, but my mother didn’t let me eat more because I needed to change my teeth. She was afraid that I would get cavities. My mother would often hide the candies in unexpected places. When I got greedy, When it's critical, take it out like magic. Finally one day, I discovered my mother's secret. It turned out that my mother had hidden the food and fruits on the high cabinet. So, when my mother was at work, I quickly ran to the sofa closest to the cabinet, jumped up and used the sofa as a Trampoline, got the candy. But one time, I was so happy that I felt sad. I fell to the ground and hit my head on a "big egg". When my mother came back, she felt very distressed. She stopped buying candy for a long time, and gradually I forgot about it.
When I was a child, I sometimes liked to be pretty. I remember one year on June 1st, because I had to perform on stage, I couldn’t wait for my mother to put makeup on me, so I put a big tape on my eyebrows, thinking I trimmed my weedy eyebrows more neatly, but when I tore them off, a small section of my eyebrows was broken off. For a while, I had to look in the mirror every day and ask my mother to put on my eyebrows until they grew back. Come out, I really love beauty but I am mistaken for beauty!
The most interesting thing in my childhood was to go to my grandma’s vegetable garden. There were many green vegetables growing in the field, and there were long loofahs with big belly, round waist and long length on the green vines. At that time, I was even taller. Not as long as a loofah, but holding two large loofahs in both hands, they were swaying like a swing, which made grandma and mother laugh.
Childhood is like a kite with its string broken, flying higher and farther. People will grow up, and childhood will become beautiful memories. Cherish it, classmates, it belongs to our childhood! Essay on Childhood 14
When I was a child, I did a lot of stupid things because I was ignorant. Only a few of them left the deepest impression on me. Looking back now, I feel really stupid.
When I went to kindergarten, as soon as school was over, I saw many people gathered around a stall, as if they were buying something, so I clamored for my mother to buy it for me too. After buying it, I found a hole in the wall with a lot of dust inside. I used to often see adults cleaning dust with a soft object. I looked at the thing on my hand (marshmallow) and saw that it was also soft, so I stuffed it into the hole and kept rolling it around. My mother stopped me in a hurry and told me this was food. I quickly took it out and bit it with my mouth. Mom hurriedly bought me another one and threw away the dirty marshmallow she bought at the beginning.
There are many more interesting things like this.
One time, I was watching a horror movie at home. At that time, I didn’t feel scared, I just wanted to pretend to be a ghost and scare people. After reading it, I had a sudden idea and dug out the stickers my parents had bought for me, then tore them off one by one and stuck them on my body. Put the stickers on the face first, and when they are all covered, only the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears are exposed, and there are still two stickers left.
It was summer, and the clothes I wore had no sleeves, so I put sleeves on my arms and hands.
After I posted it, I waited for my father to come home from get off work. I planned to scare him. The weather was bad that day, so it was overcast, but there was still a glimmer of light, so I pulled down the curtains. The room was dark, and even I felt eerie.
I heard the sound of the key and hid behind the door. When my father came in, he couldn't laugh or cry, and asked me to tear off the stickers. I had no choice but to listen to him. But maybe because it took a long time, the sticker was difficult to peel off, so I pulled it hard and it came off easily. But my skin hurts a lot and the places where it was applied are white.
When I finished tearing it all off and looked in the mirror, I had become a yin and yang face, but I soon returned to my original appearance.
It’s so interesting to think back on these things now. Composition 15 on the topic of childhood
Grandpa Feng Zikai was born in Shimen Town, Tongxiang, Zhejiang. His original name was Fengrun, also known as Fengren. He was a famous modern painter, writer, art and music educator. He can be said to be A multifaceted literary master. However, it is his prose that attracts the most attention, such as "Fried Rice Krispies" and "Yangliu". These essays were compiled into the "Zikai Literary School Textbook" in our school. The most unforgettable thing in the book is the first chapter - Yuan Yuan's love. After reading this chapter, I feel that Grandpa Feng is very close to me, and the interesting things that happened to him when he was a child feel like I am also involved in them.
The interesting childhood stories written down by Grandpa Feng’s pen seem familiar to me. Raising silkworms, eating crabs, and socializing with childhood friends. In my mind, there was a scene like this - playing rice cakes.
Every New Year’s Eve, people in our village gather together to make rice cakes. First, a simple stove is set up on the field in front of the door, and then a lot of glutinous rice flour is poured into the wooden steaming bucket and placed on the stove after being lit. The raging fire makes people's faces turn red. At that time. What excites us most is not watching the steamed rice cakes, but looking for sweet potatoes. After the fire "went out", the children sat around the stove and roasted sweet potatoes to keep warm. After the glutinous rice is steamed, it is poured into a stone mortar. Then, two stronger people hold large wooden hammers and hammer the glutinous rice vigorously. At the same time, they also sprinkle water on the glutinous rice or turn the glutinous rice balls over. Everyone was watching, and the children stood in the inner circle watching with fragrant roasted sweet potatoes in their hands. Everyone chuckled from time to time. When cutting rice cakes with thread, children always hang around there, grabbing a piece of rice cake when the adults are not paying attention. Several children gather together, and some of the greedy ones will pull it from the big rice cake. They chew the next bit in their mouths for a long time, and then swallow it, deliberately making people pay attention to them; others will take advantage of the rice cakes while they are still warm, and play with them as plasticine
Childhood Every minute and second is beautiful and happy. Deep in Grandpa Feng Zikai's heart, there is a childlike innocence that pursues endless pursuits. As a fellow countryman of Grandpa Feng, I feel the same way.