If there is no innocence, there is no childhood.If there is no childhood, there will be no mature and full today. This is a true story that happened more than ten years ago, at the age of seven or eight willow buds. The big steamer played its flute.Anchor is lifted.The hull moved slowly. Mom is gone, and there are sisters and brothers.I really want to cry.Mom is so cruel, leaving me here alone.Look at her standing on the deck waving to me, and raising her arm to rub her eyes from time to time.she cried. Just leave me, did you think about it?so fun.I don't want to look at her, let alone wave to her, let her go.

Cruel mother, I hate you! I remember one time, while my mother was cleaning the plaster statue of Chairman Mao, she chatted with the neighbor Aunt Wang.I just said: "Mom, why don't you give soap to bathe Chairman Mao?" My answer was a hot mouth: "See if I don't send you to grandma's house!" Another time, I listened to the radio and tuned it out of control.Suddenly, I received a nice song.I was fascinated, and so were Mom and Dad.Later, it came out: "Moscow from the "radio station, this time...", so scared that my mother shut it off, and quickly turned the tuning button, and said to me: "Random poking!I should throw you at grandma's house and never come back! "

So, I left my naughty, talkative child who didn't listen to my mother.Well, now we can say anything.Grandma has a big empty house at home, you can say it happily. The boat is further away.Gradually, in my eyes, it turned into a little tadpole, jumping in the rushing river. Holding a stone in one hand and waving a wicker stick in the other, I played on the beach for a while, and I wanted to cry again.God knows why I'm crying.I sniffed hard and looked up at the sky. The sky is covered with clouds, snow-white and snow-white.Some of them sleep curled up like rabbits, some are like cats catching mice, and some are like dogs and fish.They swim and float freely.Innocent!It can hold so many clouds.The clouds are so good, it can sleep, run, bend down to see the trees, flowers and birds, and look up at the stars and the moon.By the way, I heard from my father that clouds can also turn into rain and snow!

It was very hot.My throat is about to smoke.Grandma wiped enough tears and was calling me. Grandma has small feet, and she shakes them as she walks, like twisting Yangko.I didn't want to go with her, so I broke away from her hand and ran forward.When you are tired from running, stop again.Seeing the way my grandma walked, I couldn't help shouting: "Duck, duck, go quickly, run around and go up the tall building. There is a pine tree tower in the tall building, bite and pull halfway." This made her very angry, she chased and panted, and shouted: "Curse grandma, there will be thunder and thunder!" I ran again, shaking the wicker stick, poking east and west, so happy .

Oops, I poke a hive.One by one, the little black pompoms rushed towards me and pressed down.Immediately, the mouth was swollen, and there were burning pains on the neck and buttocks. Grandma rushed over, she was so anxious that she burst into tears: "Look, just as the mother left, my daughter is here...cough!" Seeing me crying hard, she threatened me and said, "Get up quickly, or the sky will be invincible!" It's time to come. Grandma doesn't care if I clean you up."