Childhood impression five hundred words composition

It's the Spring Festival. We farmers always want to clean the house, sweep away the dust for one year and leave a year of happiness. "24 cleaning the house", I help grandma clean the house. All hands and feet, I accidentally touched a tin can filled with milk powder in the corner of the cabinet. With the sound of "snapping" and "like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade", I saw some colorful glass balls, including white, black, blue and agate green ... colliding with the floor tiles, making a clear and pleasant symphony. This snapping sound of glass balls attracted my cousin. Brothers and sisters seem to be in the spring grass, scrambling to pick up glass balls like butterflies. The beating glass ball sparkled in the winter sun, which brought me back to that carefree childhood.

When I was a child, my hometown shop was my favorite place to visit. I often pester my grandmother, take things from her and go to the glass counter to find my favorite glass ball. Every day after school, I am like other children. A group of three people, a group of five people, put their faces on the glass counter, drooling over the colorful glass balls, clamoring for the boss to get his favorite glass balls.

When the bell rang, they ran home like swallows, put down their schoolbags and ran out with a bag of glass balls. Before grandma's phone reached my ears, I had disappeared without a trace. We met several "girlfriends" whose trouser pockets were full of ringing glass balls. I am a few "girlfriends", and I don't slow them down. Generally, when running to the appointed place, the partners will draw squares on the ground early and prepare for "war".

We fight in pairs, or huddle together for a melee. The rule of the melee game is: we stand on one side of the square, throw the ball into the square, and bounce the ball in turn according to the order of the balls in the square. If you throw the ball out of bounds, it is equivalent to your automatic abstention. We can only wait until the next time, throw someone else's ball out of bounds, and the rest will win.

There are positive and negative achievements every day. When I won, I was naturally happy. I put my hands tightly over my trouser pockets full of glass balls and ran home with the triumphant song played by the glass balls. After returning home, take a washbasin, pour water, rub your hands to wash the "trophy", take out the washed glass balls and put them into the milk powder cans one by one. When sleeping at night, put the milk powder can on the pillow, hold it tightly in your arms, and enter the sweet dream land under the care of your grandmother; Needless to say, if you lose, you will go home empty-handed and dejected. Counting the balls left in the jar over and over again, you gnashed your teeth and said, "You must win them back tomorrow." Whenever this time, grandma always caresses my head, then gives me a few cents, and then goes to the glass counter of the shop to pick a dozen colorful glass balls. At this point, the unhappiness of "losing" has long been forgotten.