My childhood was enjoyable. My childhood was spent in ruins and buddies on the rest of the odd. When I was four years old, my sister has to go to school every day, they went to school, just in front of the home tiaopijin. One day, sister and her class a male classmate quarrel, I see in the eyes, in mind.
On that day, the boy playing in front of my house, take off the outside of the blue pants, let his little brother look at the pants, I see, the opportunity came, secretly fooled the trousers stole out, a boy out of our yard as big as me, he pulled out a box of matches at home the ruins, went to the room after, discuss your trousers with fire.
I was only four years old. Where can I use a match? The boy was less frightened and frightened. I href="https://jcfwb.com/tags-5x2l-0.html" target="_blank" >stared at my eyes. What a coward! Ill do it myself. I drew a match and lit, too much wind, blew out, then quickly put the fire on the row, trousers, pants on fire, the fire is more and more big, Im afraid, and quickly from the side of the pump with a few handfuls of water, pour in the pants, trousers at this time, has become a shorts.
I went back home with the boy with my shorts. The boys mother was beating him when he lost his pants. At that time, the family was poor and the children were many. It was not easy to buy a pair of trousers. I walked over and said with great dignity, "my trousers were burned by me. Who told him to fight with my sister?"！
When I came back in the evening, I was really beaten by a fat man, but I was always proud to give my sister a sigh of relief. Later, I worked in a shopping mall, and my mother bought a new pair of trousers and gave it back to the family.
The burning pants and my boy became a good friend of my childhood sweetheart. After many years, I still remember that it was the first time I had struck a match.
I live with my parents and my grandmother. My grandmother is a kind elderly people. She likes talking and she always tells me stories of hers, my father’s and mine. She is full filled with memories. She told me that I was quiet and docile when I was little.
My parents went to work all day, and my grandmother took care of me and my cousin. After she fed me, I sat and played myself. She didn’t have to worry much about me. I almost made no troubles. But my cousin was not. He never sat well or ate his food tactfully.
My grandmother had to always keep an eye on him to prevent making troubles. But, there was one thing drove her crazy.
That was I didn’t like going to school. When I was at the school age, my parents sent me to school. But I cried every morning when I arrived at school. They had to comfort me for a long time to bring me into classroom. After two or three months later, the situation became good.
I like my grandmother sharing the stories with me. It makes me warm and beloved.
我的童年有许许多多的回忆，每一个回忆就像一颗珍珠。我现在就把其中的一颗跟大家分享分享。
My childhood has so many memories, every memory is like a pearl. Ill share one of them now.
记得那是一个风和日丽的下午，我和哥哥姐姐一起出去玩。突然，一片绿油油的西瓜扑入眼帘。柔和的阳光照在西瓜上，闪烁着迷离的光点，让它变得更加诱人。虽说浸在河里，但还是直流口水。差点就行动了，可一想到牛爷爷那火爆的脾气就退缩了。
I remember it was a sunny afternoon. I went out with my brother and sister. Suddenly, a green watermelon jumped into the eye. The soft sunlight shone on the watermelon and made it more attractive by flickering bright spots. Though it is immersed in the river, it still flows through the mouth. Almost on the move, but can think of grandpa grandpas fiery temper on the back.
但这回我们的胃口占了上风，商量了一下，决定执行。我和哥哥姐姐跑到淤泥地里。我们姐俩你一把，我一把把哥哥身上抹满了淤泥，哥哥便成了一条“小泥鳅”。
But this time our appetite prevailed and we talked about it and decided to carry it out. My brother and sister ran into the mud. We two sisters you, and I put my brother covered with mud, my brother has become a “ loach ”。
他跳上了西瓜地，匍匐前进，认认真真地挑着西瓜……不一会儿，哥哥找到了一个大大的西瓜，扭断了瓜藤，抛给了姐姐，姐姐又递给了我。我一不留神，没接着。“扑通”一声，西瓜掉进了河里，只剩下水花。牛爷爷从屋里走出来。哥哥赶紧回到河里，我们帮他清洗了淤泥，心惊胆战地躲到河对岸的一棵枣树下。他们还时不时派我去侦察一下。终于，到傍晚时分，牛爷爷放弃了，回到草屋。我们便抓住机会，胜利地带着两个大西瓜回家。
He jumped on the watermelon, creeping forward, earnest to pick watermelon … … after a while, my brother found a big watermelon, broke the vine, thrown to the sister, sister and handed it to me. I was careless and did not go on. “ splash ” a watermelon fell into the river, leaving only splash. Grandpa cow came out of the house. Brother rushed back to the river, we help him clean the silt, frightened to hide on the other side of the river a jujube tree. Occasionally they sent me to spy it out. Finally, to the evening, cattle grandpa gave up, back to the hut. We seized the chance and brought home two big watermelons.
童年趣事是多么难忘啊！
How memorable childhood fun is!
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