Childhood composition: childhood in deep memory

The summer wind, always mixed with a piece of green, straight through people's hearts.

How many years in memory are all about summer, woven into one colorful dream after another. Today when I was a child, I was always impressed.

One summer morning, I followed my mother to my grandmother's house. It takes nearly an hour to walk from home to grandma's. Along the way, either listen to cicadas or realize birds' singing, rest when you are tired, and then continue walking after the rest. My eyes are often attracted by morning glory on the roadside. Morning glory is beautiful, some are white and pink, some are purple and blue. I like to put my nose together, appreciate their fragrance and feel the beauty of life. Not far from grandma's house, I shouted, "grandma, grandma!" " "Grandma heard this." Yuer, grandma cooked your favorite mung bean soup. " The words sound just fell, I picked up a bowl of mung bean soup and drank it in one gulp. Not much to say, grandma's mung bean soup is the best, just one word-"absolutely"! Halfway through the soup, grandma took out a big box from the room. The box is a "magic box", which seems to "change" a lot of delicious snacks, including my favorite biscuits and all kinds of fruit candy. Then, my grandmother took some pears and plums from the refrigerator, told me to eat them, and handed me a bottle of sour and sweet milk. Every time I come to my grandmother's house, my grandmother will take out all kinds of delicious food at home to entertain me. I seem to be a "distinguished guest" in grandma's eyes. In my opinion, this is the simplest and most sincere love. To tell you the truth, I am really happy to have such a grandmother.

Noisy cicadas make bayberry. There is a large area of Myrica rubra tree in the backyard. Grandpa climbed up the tree to pick Myrica rubra and said that there would be a bumper harvest every year. Let me get more baskets and put them in. I stood under the tree and counted how many arbutus there were, but I couldn't count them at all. It wasn't long before I picked a basket full. I was greedy and couldn't help eating a few. Grandpa said there were bugs, so let me wash them before eating. I had to sit there and wait for grandpa to "call it a day" Grandparents planted orange trees, persimmon trees, chestnut trees and bayberry trees, but I like bayberry best. Grandma's waxberry is big, bright and bright, red to black, juicy, and most importantly, sweet. Grandpa washed the bayberry in the house after picking it. After eating, I lay in a chair under a tree at the door and fell asleep with the harsh cicada sound and hot air. I was awakened by the heat on the road and had to go back to my room to sleep. After taking a nap, I woke up to see grandma and mom go to the cornfield to collect corn. I also clamored to go, but my grandmother wouldn't let me go, saying that the sun was bright and there were many mosquitoes, and told me to stay at home. In desperation, I had to stay indoors and watch cartoons. The noise seemed so loud that I disturbed my grandfather during his nap. Grandpa took out a big watermelon from the refrigerator. Watermelon is not particularly sweet, but it tastes particularly "delicious" because grandma planted it herself. I don't know why grandpa's watermelon never smells like garlic. In the evening, mom and grandma can always talk until late at night. At that time, I had been clamoring to go home, and now I understand that before I left, my grandmother's house was also my mother's home. ...

Every summer vacation, my cousin, who is two years older than me, will come to see me. Playing is a summer vacation. My cousin will bring me some small gifts every time she comes, and I will also give her some of my precious marbles. I want to learn to fold stars from her. If there are not enough plastic pipes, I will cut the paper myself. In the afternoon, we often go to the small ditch next to the rice field to catch loach and small fish. Sometimes, my brother is clamoring to follow, and I won't let him. He is too young to keep up with us. I am mainly afraid that my mother will scold me. Let him cry at home, so I had to sneak out with my brother after an adult nap. After playing all afternoon, I didn't catch many small fish, so my mother hurried home with a bamboo frame. I remember once, my brother accidentally fell into the ground and was covered in mud. What a nuisance! I laughed at him as a "big loach" and he came back to chase me. I was severely scolded by my mother when I got home, but I don't think so. I took my brother out to play the next day and stopped fishing. I asked my grandmother to give us some change to buy ice cream. After coming out of the shop, the sun is about to set. At night, watching Xia Hong go home, frogs and insects are mixed together to create a perfect symphony, which is scattered all over the fields, and there are several unknown birds singing, which is very pleasant. Now, it's hard to get that feeling back.

The air after the rain is mixed with a faint earthy smell. This reminds me of the lotus pond planted by my aunt. I ran to my cousin and said I wanted to eat lotus seeds. My cousin asked me to take me when he did some more homework. Later, I sat in the back seat of my cousin's bike, and my cousin drove me all the way to the green lotus on the pedal. Lotus is full of a pool, and this pool of lotus pond has become the world of our group of children, and the work of picking lotus is all on us. Probably in the eyes of adults, this is hard work, but in the eyes of our group of children, picking lotus is really a great pleasure in life. Walk in the Xiang Lian and get home before dark.

On a clear night, frogs echoed everywhere in the fields, and insects gradually slept with the moon, but the stars hanging in the night sky were still stubbornly flashing, trying to give off its last light. ...

If it doesn't rain for several days, grandma will ask me to watch the weather forecast at 7: 30 on time. Sometimes the channel will postpone the weather forecast because the news broadcast is postponed. At this time, I will watch cartoons on another channel, and sometimes I even forget to watch the weather forecast because I am so fascinated. If the weather forecast says it will rain tomorrow, grandma will be happy all day. "Yes, yes, the crops are saved now ..." But what I look forward to most is the power outage on a sunny summer night, because at this time, neighbors will come out and sit together and chat, which is called a lively. I'm sleepy, so everyone goes back to sleep. Grandma shook the cattail leaf fan and occasionally told me a story or two to put me to sleep. In my dream, I seem to see the distant old age that adults are talking about. By grandma's generation, fate had already been arranged by reality. I wanted to study, but I didn't get any books. She often tells me to study hard. To this day, those voices still ring in my ears. ...

Now, those good times are still in my mind, my memory has been frozen in the past, but I can't go back. I don't know how many memories there are, all about summer. I still remember my grandmother's red bayberry and mung bean soup, fish swimming in the water, lotus flowers in the pond, cicada songs and stories … but I don't remember the way back …

Occasionally, I miss my childhood, because at that time, I was the most real and sober. More because at that time, I didn't know the taste of sadness, I didn't have to bear the blame, I didn't have to bear it alone, and I didn't know the hardships of the world.