Happy childhood prose

"Birds lead the way, and the wind blows to us. Like spring, we came to the garden and the grass. Bright red scarves and beautiful clothes bloom like many flowers ... Have a happy holiday with us ... "It's another Children's Day, listening to familiar children's songs, watching children sing and dance, eating sweet apples, and smiling faces are more beautiful than red apples. At that quarter of an hour, I envied this innocent happiness without any impurities, such as the cloudless blue sky in Wan Li. Looking at the children, I have many feelings and memories. Children's Day is a happy holiday for each of us. When we grow up and lose it, our memory of it will be deeper and deeper. It is an indispensable part of our life!

If I could go back in time, I would like to go back to that poor but happy childhood. At that time, we didn't have good food, good clothes, good fun and many brothers and sisters, but we had more fun and happiness.

On Children's Day, the most important ceremony is to join the Young Pioneers. At that time, you had to be at least seven years old to join the team. We are all looking forward to wearing bright red scarves and raising our right hands under the team flag to swear: "Ready, fight for capitalism!"! Vow: XXX! " I am lucky to join the Young Pioneers in the first grade. I am one of five children in our class. Bright red scarf, fluttering in the chest, walking on one's high horse, looks more excited, excited and happy than winning the 5 million grand prize now! It's too easy to join the team now There is no competition at all. All the children joined the team in the first grade and will not cherish this honor.

June 1 day, of course, there are celebrations, such as singing, dancing and receiving prizes. However, I don't like art programs, so I don't care. I remember when I was in the third grade, Mr. Xiao made up a dance for us, and only a few dolls participated. I am one of them. I seem to be dancing with flowers or garlands, but I don't know the rest. Cheeks are painted red, like a monkey's ass. It's funny to think about it now!

At that time, there were six classes a week, one day, only four classes in the morning, and no classes in the afternoon, just playing. There are only two books, but the courses are Chinese, mathematics, music, art, physical education and calligraphy. Music, art and physical education class without homework are my favorite subjects. The teacher won't misappropriate the course to give us Chinese math class, and we will take whatever we need.

The schoolbag is very ordinary. Every child uses a schoolbag with similar appearance and color, that is, a blue or gray canvas one-shoulder schoolbag, which is very light and can be used. The boss is for the second child, and the second child is for the third child. Until it is no longer usable, the schoolbag is gloriously retired. In the schoolbag, there is a tin pencil box. The pencil-box contains a pen cut at home or a pen filled with red rock ink, one or two triangles, a Chinese and math book and two notebooks. Most other things, one or two good comic books, or one or two delicious fruits, are luxury goods. I still remember that I have a tin pencil case, and I won prizes in some competitions. There is a multiplication table in the lid of the pencil case. When I first learned the formula table, I was not very proficient in formula 7 or above. When doing the problem, I will occasionally sneak a look when I can't recite the multiplication formula, and then close it like a thief, for fear that teachers and classmates will find me cheating. This pencil box has been used for several years, and I spent my childhood, adolescence and normal school with me. Then I moved, and I left it behind. That's a real pity.

At that time, there were few exams and they were very simple. It's a double score every time. Even when I graduated from the fifth grade, I was promoted to the junior high school exam, which ranked second in the district that year. The first place is one point more than me. This honor has been with me until now, and I still remember it!

Children with poor grades will be taken home by the teacher and taught slowly. My parents are teachers and often take students home to make up lessons, recite texts, listen to sketched words and copy compositions. They make up lessons for students while doing housework, but they are too busy. I am their teaching assistant and my classmates' little teacher, and I have been proud of it for many years. However, parents have to take care of their children's lunch, finish their homework and make up lessons before they can go. ...

Every spring is the season we look forward to most. The grass is green, the peach blossom is red, the pear flower is white, the rape flower is yellow, the Yingshan mountain is red, the water in the stream is heated, the crab is out, and the tadpoles in the pond are swimming ... The teacher will take us for a spring outing, which will last all day. Along the way, the students were particularly United. Even naughty male students will take the initiative to take care of female students and help us move food. They will also offer help on the way. There is no need for the teacher to shout for discipline. Everything was done happily. We are so happy, so we are happy to be close to nature! Now the school dare not let the teacher take the children out for an outing, for fear that something will happen and they can't bear the responsibility. Now I wonder why our annual spring outing never happened when we were young.

In autumn, the seeds of trees are ripe. The teacher takes us to collect seeds in the Woods near the reservoir and gives them to friends far away so that they can sow. Next year, seedlings will grow, and deserts and Gobi will turn green! However, I don't know if friends far away have planted the trees we sent. This has always been a question in my heart, and I haven't figured it out yet.

After school, after dinner, I stood by my grandmother's stall and did my homework. This stall is a long wooden table, which is the dowry of the old woman. The old woman is tall and thin, pestering her feet, but smart and capable. Usually sell dried fruits to subsidize households. On the day of the fair, people from all over the country came, and there were dried fruits on the stalls. Grandma's dried fruit often falls off for no reason. Haha, that is, we quietly grabbed a handful of melon seeds and peanuts, put a plum in our pocket, and then found a corner to eat quietly. Grandma knew and didn't stop her. She just laughed and scolded us: "loading more dolls and stealing things." I will hit my hand next time. " Or say with a smile, "Don't run, don't run, wait for Ha to fall down, take more, take more." If you don't hurry up, there will be fewer people in the street. If the old woman doesn't set up a stall, the table will be empty and used as a desk. I finish my homework as soon as I get funny, and then I play with my neighbors next door or friends in Yuanhouchang.

We played all kinds of games, such as hopscotch, kicking shuttlecock, playing with pearls, catching chickens with eagles, groping around, rolling iron rings, turning flowers, Haloxylon ammodendron, checkers with pearls, skipping rope, playing in the southeast and northwest, jumping wooden horses, throwing things, jumping rubber bands and so on. We played until it was dark and sweaty, and we didn't know we were tired until the adults called for dinner.

On sunny days, I will meet some classmates who are having a good time, or go to the countryside to cut pig grass with my family. It is especially fun, which is equivalent to an outing now. No task, cut more and cut less, do whatever you want. However, before picking wild flowers, catching butterflies, catching crabs and playing with water, the pig grass will be cut first. You can't go home slowly with pig grass on your back until the sun goes down.

In the summer afternoon, you can also swim in Chishui River under the guidance of your father. Chishui River is humid in summer, and it often rains. The river will carry iron-rich sediment down the river, so the water is often red. However, whether we are in the mud or not, we can all jump into the water, put our hands on the rocks and kick our feet around, which is quite happy. Dad is a landlubber, standing in the water, holding my body and teaching me to breathe and spit. Slowly, I learned to swim. I'm thinking now that it's incredible that my father, who can't swim, should teach me to swim.

Chishui River has become a jubilant river in summer. Adults and children in the street are swimming and playing in the river. Boys have shown their skills: some can cross the Chishui River several times; Some put huge stone platform piers in front of the stage to see who can jump far; Some competitions shrink to see who stays in the water for a long time; Some games step on fake water and hold clothes in their hands, so they can't get wet; The motorboat came out and stirred up the prodigal waves. The boys rushed into the prodigal waves and stepped on the waves, sometimes sinking and sometimes floating, which was very thrilling ... But I can only enjoy all these wonderful water performances, applaud them and come on!

Tired of playing with water, we can climb ashore and float in the water. A thin stone grazed the water and flew away. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ..." A string of water circles rippled away on the water, and we laughed happily while counting who had more water circles.

In summer, there are popsicles from Chishui Ice Cream Factory. Although there are only three kinds of popsicles: sugar, rice and mung bean, the packaging is simple, but it is safe to eat. No additives or preservatives. Eating one is a pleasure. You can also eat the cold cakes made by grandma's own rice, dipped in brown sugar water, colorful and cool, not to mention how cool it is!

That summer, my brother was studying in Guiyang and brought back three round green fruits as big as basketball. He learned about watermelon for the first time and ate it for the first time. We couldn't bear to eat, so we ate two first, and the last one, my mother said, was left for a long time. Finally, watermelon water flows out of the melon, seeps through the wooden floor and drips down. Unfortunately, the watermelon is rotten. The watermelon was rotten and I didn't eat it. I also shed sad tears.

Unfortunately, there were no mobile phones and few photos at that time, and there were almost no photos in my happy childhood, which became my lifelong regret.

Later, I went to junior high school. Children's Day no longer belongs to us, and we no longer have childhood. However, the happiness of childhood is still in sight, and I miss those carefree years in the past!