Summer childlike innocence essay

In the early years, people were too stupid to know how hot it was. When the sun is like fire and the ground is hot, you don't care about digging wells, hoeing, pulling weeds and catching insects in crops. After work, it's like fishing out of the water.

My mother said that people at that time were heat-resistant.

I was stubborn at that time. My mother is crawling in the cornfield to weed and grow fertilizer, and I have to come and go. We are like two fish, swimming in the dark bottom of the sea. The bottom of the sea is not only not cool, but also windless. My little face is smeared with sweat like a cat, and the top braid on my head is crooked.

Mother asked me to play with water by the ditch. I said no, I want to give you a fan. I fanned my mother with a broken sunflower fan. My mother praised me for being good. I'm getting more and more proud. I cocked my head and said solemnly, I'm going to have five good little Neil like me in the future, so that they can surround you, wipe your sweat, fan you and tickle you.

My mother listened and almost sat on the ground with laughter.

When mother finished pulling the grass, we walked home sweating like a pig. I called it spicy. My mother said that in summer, the heat is normal. If the heat is not hot, the grain will not bear fruit.

However, there are times when it is hot or not, and a gust of wind brings coolness. Heavy rain followed, like a reservoir opening, falling for a while and falling for a while. The rain is ringing outside the balcony. Mother sat on a small bench and bent down to rub hemp rope on her calf. The horse became a rope, its hair was torn off and its calf was red.

My father looked at the sky with a cigarette. Smoke spewed out of the clouds and hung over his head, making him look like a poster of an old man, vaguely.

When it rains, I feel happy, as if I were happy. I rushed into the heavy rain and shouted the song I just learned: "It's raining! The bubbling turtle wears a straw hat! "

Suddenly, an uncle wearing a straw hat and a plastic sheet came in from the outside. My mother stuck out her tongue and glared at me. I don't know, still shouting at the rain.

My uncle was not angry, but smiled and said to me, "Nell, what you said is not good. I have a good one! " It's raining. After the swallow, the turtle comes out to dry the cover!' "

I don't know, while sticking my foot out of the eaves to keep out the rain, I automatically switched to "The tortoise came out to dry the lid."

My mother looked at my dad with a bare back and smiled, so did my dad and my uncle. I am the only one who is afraid. I don't know what they adults are laughing at.

The sun came out again. A colorful light is dazzling. The air seems to have rained a lot and it's stuffy. The earth is thick, the air is thick, and the ground is a trap-like quagmire. With a wave of your arm, you can throw the water line, and you can twist the water when you pick it up. It's hot, and you can't go out to play! I'm afraid of the sun soaked in rain! Come once every three days, once every three days and once every five days. Are not fuel-efficient lights.

However, the dragonfly party is often in this weather. This is the only thing that makes us crazy. Dragonfly is a fascinating insect, mysterious and beautiful. Two pairs of wings, one long and one short, fly around like a mist. The head is basically two big eyes, protruding and bright. What about its brain? Without eyelid protection, what should I do if my eyes are bruised?

No one can solve my problem. Therefore, I am more fascinated by dragonflies. After a rain, the sun came out and the "dragonfly cloud" suddenly poured into the threshing floor. They are dense, shiny and messy; However, there was no collision between them, just like the villagers in the market, who suddenly appeared and stirred our hearts. We broke willow branches, Chinese toon branches and jujube branches and danced around them for a while. Some dragonflies were knocked out by us, and some were broken off on the ground. The dragonfly that landed seemed to be alive, and its wings trembled slightly.

However, I don't know when the dragonfly suddenly disappeared. They disappeared under our noses. Where did it fly? Nobody knows.

In summer, besides dragonflies, melons also fascinate me.

In those years, the fertile fields of the production team were all used to grow grain, and only the corners were planted with melons and fruits. Those melons and fruits are basically negligible when they are distributed to households. A watermelon, our family around carefully chew, can chew the melon Cui as thin as paper. Melons are even rarer. Its taste, sweet and distant, can make people intoxicated. In my memory, I was never satisfied.

One day, a melon seller carried a load of melons and tricked him into our alley. With the shouts, the melon was surrounded by children. The melon seller, wearing a broken straw hat, screamed and fanned. I pulled my mother's skirt and happened to pass by; I was immediately stopped by Gua Shankar and didn't go.

My mother said to me, "We don't eat that. That kind of melon is not delicious. I have a stomachache, a sore mouth and an injection. "

I suddenly saw through Niang's weakness, and no matter how scared she was, she didn't move; Seeing that my mother didn't mean to compromise, I rolled on the ground, kicked my feet and cried, "I'm going to eat melons!" " Eat melons! "

My mother saw me make a scene, ignored me and wriggled home.

I saw Niang's figure disappear in the alley through my fingers, and felt that crying was meaningless; So, as soon as I mumbled, I went home.

When I came in, I saw everyone sitting at the wooden table in the yard, ready to eat.

I wiped my face and sobbed and said, "Hum! When I grow up, I will tear down all our houses in the north and build a big tile house! "

Everyone looked at me in surprise. I continued: "In the big tile house, I bought a house full of melons and piled them on the roof!" " Get up early every day and start eating until the stars come out! "

Before I finished my speech, a very violent laugh broke out at the dinner table. Grandma laughed and burst into tears. My dad took a bite of rice and sprayed it all over the floor. Only I am still deeply wronged by the melons I can't eat.