childhood
Author: Lu Hong
"Childhood is the truth in the dream, the dream in the truth, the tearful laughter when recalling..." This sentence comes from the mouth of the well-known female writer Bing Xin's grandmother. I think that childhood, like a colorful dream, has mixed feelings, and there are also funny things that can't be laughed at. It is like a butterfly, colorful and free.
In my childhood, the most memorable thing for me was probably eating flower dew.
Growing up, I was a complete "foodie". When I was a child, my sister always liked to buy a drink that sprayed at the first press. Of course, I can taste a little bit every time, but it's just a matter of tasting. The appearance of the drink is very similar to the flower dew, and naturally I am young and ignorant, and I cannot distinguish between the drink and the flower dew.
One sunny afternoon, the whole family was napping, except for four or five years old, when I couldn't sleep. Naturally, when I can't sleep, I won't be idle and have nothing to do. I climbed out of bed and crept around the house. Suddenly, I saw a bottle of "drink" on the table in my grandmother's room, and curious, I immediately tiptoed up and took the bottle down to look at it carefully. What is it? It's so pretty! Can I eat it? My mind was full of question marks. Smell it, it's so fragrant, is it the kind of drink that my sister gave me? This bottle is much larger than the one my sister bought, and it will be more delicious. Driven by curiosity, I quietly opened the lid and pressed the sprinkler against my mouth. Oh, no, how can it not be sweet? After a few moments, a bitter and astringent feeling filled my mouth, and the bitter and astringent taste was so disgusting. I couldn't help but cry "Wow" loudly. It's really "stealing chicken doesn't make it a rotten rice". Soon, Mom and Dad came to me and asked me what had happened. Wow, I wiped my tears and pointed to the bottle of drink that was no longer in place. This can amuse Dad and Mom, laughing. "Oops," my mother joked, "this flower dew is poisonous, and if you eat it, you will die." "Oh, didn't I drink flower lotion?" Will it be poisoned? Will something happen? The intense fear made me cry even louder. I was indeed born to my father, not only did not scold but also held my hand to help me gargle, when gargling, my father patiently said to me, "Child, strange things can not be touched, let alone eaten, otherwise it may cause a catastrophe and hurt people." "Tearful eyes, I don't know what to do, and I keep nodding my head...
Now, although it has been many years, I want to laugh when I think of it, because it is a record of my youthful ignorance.
Childhood is happy and carefree, but time is like a pair of ruthless magic wands that make childhood never return.
About the Author
Lu Hong, who loves to read, is a veritable little bookworm. Passionate about writing, she has her own unique perspective: her essays present a strong sense of picture. I hope that she can always love Chinese characters and use her childish nib to record the beauty of life and the beauty of the world!
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