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“gotogoto!

”Behold,thechickendidnotlistentomywords,goodscurryingabouteverywhere.

　　Suddenly,achickenfromthebalconyjumpeddownandIwasfrightened,andlookeddownandsawachickenwings,hefloppedaboutsafety“landing.......”Ilookfor,surpriseofcallway“chickenfly,chickenfly!

Fly,flychickenchicken!

”Ilikediscoveredthenewcontinent,loudlyrangway.Fromthenon,Iwillknowwhatis“flychicken”mean,knowthemeaning,Iwillplana“flychicken”do.

　　Oneafternoon,thegrandmotherwentforawalk.Isecretlyslippedintothechickentents,tookafancytoaterriblerooster,thinkitisright.Theonlybigroosterasexpectedtocatastrophizing,arampant.Iamverynoteasytocatchthechicken,andgotohimasit,chickenearlystrugglehard,abellow,thenmove.Thegrandmotherheardchicken,andimmediatelycalledback,askedmethewayitis.Iasifnothinghasoccurredlysaid:

“Iwanttodoflychicken.”Thegrandmotherheard,firstoneleng,andthenlaughed.ButIstillmaketheplane?

　　Inthesouth:

YaoXiaoYuprimaryschoolgradefive

　　在五彩缤纷的世界里，童年是欢乐的，童年是无忌的，童年是……每个人都有一个属于自己的童年，我的童年是幼稚的。

　　我6岁时，我去外婆家玩，那是的我天真幼稚。

听大人们说，坐飞机能在蓝天遨游，逍遥自在。

于是，我整天想着坐飞机，一天，我坐着小板凳上，看见几只小鸡爬到阳台上来了，便想把它们赶下楼去。

所以我便学着外婆的样子，一面挥手，一面喊：

“去去去！

”谁知，那些鸡一点儿也不听我的话，好到处乱窜。

　　忽然，一只鸡从阳台上跳了下去，我害怕极了，往下一瞧，只见鸡扑腾几下翅膀，便安全“着陆”了。

我看呆了，惊讶的叫道“鸡飞了，鸡飞了！

飞鸡，飞鸡！

”我像是发现了新大陆，大声嚷道。

从那以后，我便知道什么是“飞鸡”的意思，知道了这个意思，我便计划一次做“飞鸡”。

　　一天下午，外婆去散步了。

我偷偷的溜进鸡棚里，看中了一只威武的大公鸡，觉得它合适。

那只大公鸡好像料到自己大祸临头了，就一个的乱窜。

我好不容易抓住了鸡，往它身上一坐，鸡刚开始还使劲挣扎，一声惨叫后，便一动不动。

外婆听见鸡叫后，马上赶回来，问我这么回事。

我若无其事的说：

“我要做飞鸡。

”外婆听了，先是一愣，然后哈哈大笑。

我却还在闹着坐飞机呢。

　　南郊小学五年级：

姚晓瑜

　　Memory,childhoodislikethestarsinthesky,countless.However,everyonehasachildhood,andchildhoodstorywasliketheseathediversiformshells,glitteringinthewatercompany,exudesberiotouswithcolourbrilliance,countthenumberofnever-endingchildhoodlikespringariotofcolours,soIdeludeonetofolly;

childhoodlikesummereverywhereCanggreen,makemeenergetic;

childhoodlikeautumnfruitful,letmeharvesthappinessandsmile;

childhoodlikewinterSnowgleamswhite.,letmefeelthepurityofheart.

　　Weallhadapureandbeautifulchildhood,sculptingourbeautifullife,theinterpretationofourinnocentandlively.Inchildhoodwe,ishowofhappiness,innocenceandgoodness,andignoreallthesadnessandmelancholysideoccurs,donotsetfootonthevicissitudesoftheocean,healthyandhappygrowthonlyintheparentsunderthewings,justplayintheplay.Buttimeisalwayssorushedandshort-lived,oncebeautifulchildhoodnowvanishlikesoapbubbles,nowwecandoistopursuethebeautifulfragmentofchildhood,butcan’tagain.

　　WhenIwasveryyoung,Iwasverynaive,alsoalwayswanttostudyadultsdo,oftenwhimsical,trytothinkofsomewrongideas,cannot,onedayaftersupper,Iwentwithmymothertoabowlofwine,startmyexperiment,Iforetastetastewine,finditdifficulttodrinkbitter.SoIcametothekitchen,sawmymothercookingseasoning,think:

mymotherusuallycooking,onlyputtheseingredients,foodisverydelicious.IfIputthemalsoputsomein,winebecameagooddrinkit.

　　Saytowork,firstIputthesaltandsugartogetherinside,thenputthevinegar,oil,chickentogetherputin,thenIpickedupthechopstickstostirit,stirwell,IthinkIshouldtastetoit,justputthebowltohislips.ThenIheardmothercalledme,Ihadtoendwiththisbowlofthingscametothemother,mothersawmyhandwithabowlofthingsaskedmewhatitis?

SoIamveryproudwithmymotheraboutwhathadhappened.Momlistenedtoallofasuddenloudlaugh,Iconfused,Idonotknowwhyismothertolaugh.Iaskedmymotherhow,mothersaid:

“sillyboy,originallyisthetasteofwine,youaddthesethingscanyoudrink?

Maybeyoucanusechopstickstomakeabitoftaste,whatisthetaste.”Ilistenedtomymother,totastealittle,sayiswhattaste,butitisdifficulttodrink,alsoknowwhydoesmothersmiled

　　Ofcourse,afterthis,Ialsounderstandatruth,notwhatisputtogether,canbedeliciousgooddrink,thenIwillreadsomebooksabouthowtodotheexperiment,getmoreknowledge.

　　Childhoodislikeasevencolorflowers,insidehisbody,isfilledwithallkindsofcolor,makelifemorebeautiful:

childhoodislikeapaperairplane,itflowsonthegoodolddaysofchildhood.

　　Ialwaysdreamaboutreturningtothepast.Asmanypeoplesay,childhoodisthehappiestandeasiesttimeinone’slife.Childrenshowyoutheirtrueemotions.

　　Theyknowwhatiscompassionandwhatistolerancebetterthanadults.

　　Intheirworld,allrealthoughtsarepresented.

　　Theymayeasilyhavedifferentopinionswithothers,buttheyneverunderstandwhatisanimosity.

　　Theyenjoymakingfriendsbuttheyneverthinkaboutmakingsocialcommunicationnet.Everychildtalksfromthebottomofhisheartwithoutevilplanshiddenandneverintriguesagainsteachother.

　　Onlyinchildren’swaycanadultsmakeourlifesimple,morerealandmoreenjoyable.

　　Iwisheveryone’sheartwouldkeepasinnocentandlovelyastheyeverdidintheirchildhood.Then,thewallsbetweenourheartscanbe 

brokendownandtheworldwouldbeabetterplacetolivein.

　　Inmychildhood,filledwithalotofinterestingyoungFun,willnothelplaughingsometimesquestionthatallofusshouldask.

　　Onethingthatmademeworryanewmemory.IrememberthatduringthelastoneyearwhenSundaymorning,Iwassittingcomfortablyonthesofaandwatchtelevisionwithrelish.Inadvertently,Isawontelevisionachickenfarminthechicken,allkinds,colors,yellow,white,averylovely.Smallbrain,theeyesturnroundLiuliustop,coupledwiththehairybody,especiallyelicitpeoplelike.IfeltIneededtohaveanideaofbuyingahandfulofchick-let. 

Mominthekitchencooking,Iwenttomymotheraroundgrinning,andsaid:

“Mother,fathertofather,Ihaveboughtafewchicks!

Overtime,itwillgiveyoutimetobuy,ah?

“Ihavealotofpoutingandsaid:

”Ireallyhate!

“Youknowtheycollapsedonthesofaagain,asecondtimetohavepassed.Suddenly,Iscareup,therefrigeratorisnottheegg?

Ithinkaboutwhiletalkingtohimselfon,doit!

Wontwoeggsthroughtherefrigerator.“Henhatchingchicksdependingonthetemperatureoftheeggswerehatchedto,ifIweretothehatching,eggsarebeingsqueezedeasilybroken.Oftheusuallylikemymotheralwayssaidthathisfather’sbodystove,thefather’squiltisdefinitelyhot.“Ithinkthatthefatherwasaneggcarefullyintotheyard,andpatientlywaitforthebirthofherchicks. 

From

　　Dadback,thestormwillsoonhavetoopentheireyes,intoabedroom,openedquilts,sleepingonlyheardthefatherwasnotnamedsoon,Iimmediatelywentpast,andmyfatherwasoutofpapershininghispants.IWuzhuozuisecretlysmiled,andhermothercamerunningoveranddownthebackoftheskull.

　　Dadangryandsaid:

“Dzodzo,isnotagoodthingyoudo?

“Iwilldetailinthedarktotelltheparents.Wealllaughed,andhermotherrubbedmysmallbrain:

“dumbchildren,noeggswerehatchedchicks!

“Myeyeswhatwesway. 

Howinterestingtome!

Itmademeunderstandaprofoundtruth:

thatpeopleshouldnotblindlydo,butaftercarefulthought,andaction.

　　Timeflieswhenwearehavingfunisanoldexpression.Weknow,aswereminisceofourpast,timefliesregardless.

　　Aswegrowbeyondourteenage.Werememberthetimesoffunwehadwhenwewereyoung,whenwewereinprimaryschool.Wehadlittleconcern,littleresponsibilities.Weallrememberchasingourfriendsincatch,sneakingaroundinhide-and-seekandthefunintheplayground.

　　Aswegrowwithtime,ourlivesbecomefilledwithstressandworries.Itisinthesetimeswerememberwhatwehad,whatwetookforgranted.Aswedoso,welookforwardtowhatwecanachieveandwhatwewillseeofourselvesyearsdownthetracks.