If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once. The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begain early enough. I often hear grown up people say “ I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so” ， and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth. If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
My childhood in a family was not wealthy but did not spend too much difficulty in the environment, so do not know what is the pain does not know what is happiness, life for me is just a hazy dream, regardless of heat or cold, as long as there are three meals to eat, and buddies will to be happy to spend the day reading and playing together.
At that time, I am very feisty, the number of students can work it out, I can work it out, the students of a page on the characters can be red mold teacher three red circle painting, I will be painted in five, as long as the teacher said about who wrote the words I must write good-looking, he. Within a week, for these, I have every day in the observation of others, to imitate others, but I just lost in my sister's. Every time the exam to get back problems, sister to a bit more than I do, her characters are the red mold, the teacher drew a red circle, she wrote that beautiful and neat, my parents always admired her sister better than me, why do I will lost my sister?
One day after school, I ran home to sister is jubilant, fell on the table a painting, it was a red crown green tail and colorful big cock, round black eyes, straight neck covered with layers of red hair yellow 11 Fen, two strong long legs covered with gray the scales, my sister said to me:
"Do you think it's all right?""
OK, fine, just a little.。.。.。"
"No, I haven't finished saying," she put up the brush, dip some white pigment in the cock black eyes, do not know why, the chicken is alive, was flying up. My sister said when she saw me in surprise:
"It was a little bit short, so the chicken was dead and had no spirit, and with that, his eyes were alive, and he lived.""
I see！ I suddenly understand a truth, I also more than sister because she is a little bit more than I a more subtle observation and understanding of things like me, just blindly memorizing and imitating, so where did the lack of soul.
When I knew my weakness, I made up my mind to catch up with her in every way. Nevertheless, I am still not willing to let my sister in the eyes of my parents stronger than me. The fifth grade before the summer day, or go home from school, just open the gate, he heard a girl singing clear, although the sound crisp and high pitch, but often out of tune, I know it is a sister in the examination practice song. My sister singing unexpectedly let me find a challenge to her chance, so I ran to my brother and I live in the house, jumped into the pit, a stack of quilts to sister housing apart under the corner, because which has a round flue and sister the walls of the room, I owe my toes hands cling to the mouth, the flue, a round hole alignment, sing the song sister is practicing the "torch in one fell swoop, lit up the darkness before the dawn, you are the helmsman, hold the direction of navigation, the young Chinese Co | production | party, you are the core, you are the direction, we will never follow you, we always follow a certain China liberation.。.。.。" I have to sing when I opened the door, my sister came in and said to me:
"You sing very well. Teach me a lesson quickly."！ I will not be able to sing the exam again in two days"
"Do not teach, do not teach" I do so.
My childhood in a family was not wealthy but did not spend too much difficulty in the environment, so do not know what is the pain does not know what is happiness, life for me is just a hazy dream, regardless of heat or cold, as long as there are three meals to eat, and buddies will to be happy to spend the day reading and playing together.
At that time, I am very feisty, the number of students can work it out, I can work it out, the students of a page on the characters can be red mold teacher three red circle painting, I will be painted in five, as long as the teacher said about who wrote the words I must write good-looking, he. Within a week, for these, I have every day in the observation of others, to imitate others, but I just lost in my sisters. Every time the exam to get back problems, sister to a bit more than I do, her characters are the red mold, the teacher drew a red circle, she wrote that beautiful and neat, my parents always admired her sister better than me, why do I will lost my sister?
One day after school, I ran home to sister is jubilant, fell on the table a painting, it was a red crown green tail and colorful big cock, round black eyes, straight neck covered with layers of red hair yellow 11 Fen, two strong long legs covered with gray the scales, my sister said to me:
"Do you think its all right?""
OK, fine, just a little.。.。.。"
"No, I havent finished saying," she put up the brush, dip some white pigment in the cock black eyes, do not know why, the chicken is alive, was flying up. My sister said when she saw me in surprise:
"It was a little bit short, so the chicken was dead and had no spirit, and with that, his eyes were alive, and he lived.""
I see! I suddenly understand a truth, I also more than sister because she is a little bit more than I a more subtle observation and understanding of things like me, just blindly memorizing and imitating, so where did the lack of soul.
When I knew my weakness, I made up my mind to catch up with her in every way. Nevertheless, I am still not willing to let my sister in the eyes of my parents stronger than me. The fifth grade before the summer day, or go home from school, just open the gate, he heard a girl singing clear, although the sound crisp and high pitch, but often out of tune, I know it is a sister in the examination practice song. My sister singing unexpectedly let me find a challenge to her chance, so I ran to my brother and I live in the house, jumped into the pit, a stack of quilts to sister housing apart under the corner, because which has a round flue and sister the walls of the room, I owe my toes hands cling to the mouth, the flue, a round hole alignment, sing the song sister is practicing the "torch in one fell swoop, lit up the darkness before the dawn, you are the helmsman, hold the direction of navigation, the young Chinese Co | production | party, you are the core, you are the direction, we will never follow you, we always follow a certain China liberation.。.。.。" I have to sing when I opened the door, my sister came in and said to me:
"You sing very well. Teach me a lesson quickly."！ I will not be able to sing the exam again in two days"
"Do not teach, do not teach" I do so.
My childhood fun sounds bad, but its not bad.
The first interesting thing is, I once in kindergarten just finished eating to play playground, I saw a classmate mouth super big, really do not pay attention to, see, frighten. I put the teachers balloon in his mouth and squeezed it with my hands. The object was to make it fly, but he broke my balloon and made me cry loudly. Well, funny?
The second funny thing is that if you eat other peoples food, especially the meal, you will feel sick. But I was curious when I heard about it. At noon, I put a lot of meat into his bowl while my classmates were in the bathroom. But who knows, he came back to eat, not only did not feel sick, but eating delicious. I got out of control and laughed out of my face, causing the whole class to look at me and make me shy.
The third funny thing is, we took part in a competition. I cant remember what its called, but its a red scarf with a knot between my feet. The test was to be united, but after school I saw two students together, a little spaced in the middle, and I ran over there and fell down with them.
The fourth funny thing is, I used to be interested in songs. One day, a classmates head was big. There was a chopstick and a bowl next to it. I had a sudden whim to grab the classmates head with chopsticks. While knocking sang: wash wash.。.。.。 The class looked at me and laughed a few seconds later.
This is my childhood interesting, how, funny bar!
Many people will be unforgettable,memorable things, unforgettable person,memorable day,a class to remember.。. I was the most memorable of my childhood. Childhood like a cup of milk,contains the fun of childhood. Childhood is like a stream, flowing childhood friendship;Childhood is like a song,the song with our happy childhood. How is not memorable to me?
My childhood was spent in liao home for transshipment. The scenery there is beautiful,green grass, green flowers,fresh air, we all immersed in the village in the mountains,compose a colorful picture.We have a few friend,three group,two group of son,play in the process of that sweet voice,echoed across the sky, wandering the midterm,for a long time cant stop!
During my childhood,I often pick wild flowers on the hill,looking for the bamboo shoots with friends,play games,back childhood that a few interesting childrens song.。.
Everyone has a childhood,childhood is like the sand by the sea,although those stupid,stupid thing will cause some kind of ridicule. But in my eyes,it is always so pure,so let a person not forget for a moment.
Remember when I was about 6 years old,the home has many flowers,flowery and clinking. But I don't like the basin or famous flower. Pink petals,here are green leaves,the east a,a,will be the whole pot full of. As declared in your territory.
Before I came to spend a day,like left see right to see,but look always think what disadvantages,the along while,ah! Why can't this potted flower fragrance! How to do? This reminds me of my mother usually spray perfume,special taste good. Is for me to spend more "sweet"。 I picked up my mother's favorite perfume bottle,toward the flower spray spray,a smell of,not sweet! Appears to be less spray,I muster the whole bottle of perfume to go in,very delicious! The house there is a scent,wish this time mom will boast I,looking at his work,I'm a little flattered.
Mom came back from work at night,the room will smell the house full of fragrance,asked: "baby,you touch my mother's perfume?" "Mom,I just to give the flower fragrance." "What?" "I put the perfume into a flower." Went to the mother looked at the flowers,flowers between has turned black. A few days later I will forget it. The potted flower I was not seen.
So slowly through the childhood,in the hands of the sand is also slowly passed,but those beautiful memories will be hidden in the heart forever.
Childhood like a boat, carrying our childhood joys and sorrows, slowly flowing in the clear river water. Childhood is like a large vineyard, the grape is our childhood childhood story, hanging on the shelf shine.
20XX in February to the first ten days of the father from the outside to buy back a fragrant and beautiful violet, I love her very much for her watering every day, with her telling stories every day. Once, mom and dad are not at home, I was given to violet watering, a cold wind blowing, cold I straight long winded, huh? No, violet. Why dont you want to?" The question suddenly came out of ones mind. I gathered in front of the violets and sniffed carefully. "Not really. He wont be ill, will he?"" At this point, I was worried and worried. "Ah!"！" I immediately had an idea. "I can spray my mothers perfume on the flowers. Oh, Im so smart!"！" I hurried to my bedroom, took my mothers perfume and sprayed it on the flower. "Ding Dong, Ding Dong" Mom: I think back, ha ha, I was ready to put my masterpiece to tell mom, let her take praise me! Unexpectedly, the mother listened, smiled and said: "silly boy, you do so, they will die!" At first, I was on my mothers words but second days, half believe and half doubt, flowers really began to turn yellow, then I could not touch the perfume, because by that event, I think the perfume is a devil.
Childhood is the best memory of life, everyone will have their own good memories. My childhood anecdotes
Childhood like a boat, carrying our childhood joys and sorrows, slowly flowing in the clear river water. Childhood is like a large vineyard, the grape is our childhood childhood story, hanging on the shelf shine.