Childhood stories are like a box

Childhood stories are like a box of seasonings, full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty; Also like a beautiful kaleidoscope, rich and colorful; It is more like a tree of wisdom, taking root and growing strong with the years. At that time, I had just entered kindergarten middle class. That day, just at dawn, a loud bang into my ears, woke my sleep. I craned my neck and stared out of the window. I saw a silver lightning across the sky, like a dragon, shining. Then came the thunder, "Rumble, rumble..." Thor father-in-law hand sledgehammer with lightning mother-in-law strong electric light, wind and fire to me, scared I rolled with crawling ran to my parents' room to hide. Mother patted me gently on the back, said: "Don't be afraid, this is spring thunder. Spring thunder is in the wake of sleeping seeds and hibernating animals. Mother will tell you a story about Spring thunder....." Listening to the story of spring thunder, my mind began to emerge a beautiful picture: the field, the park is very lively. Rice seedling doll received the signal of spring thunder, head up, mouth open, taste the sweet spring rain juice; The willow girl is waving her long, slender hair in anticipation of her new green clothes; The small animals stretched, have from the cave to tell, convey the joy of spring.... Listen and think, I am no longer afraid. Outside the window, the rain was still rustling, the thunder was rumbling and the lights were shining. But to my ears, it became a wonderful symphony of spring.Childhood stories are like a box of seasonings, full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty; Also like a beautiful kaleidoscope, rich and colorful; It is more like a tree of wisdom, taking root and growing strong with the years. At that time, I had just entered kindergarten middle class. That day, just at dawn, a loud bang into my ears, woke my sleep. I craned my neck and stared out of the window. I saw a silver lightning across the sky, like a dragon, shining. Then came the thunder, "Rumble, rumble..." Thor father-in-law hand sledgehammer with lightning mother-in-law strong electric light, wind and fire to me, scared I rolled with crawling ran to my parents' room to hide. Mother patted me gently on the back, said: "Don't be afraid, this is spring thunder. Spring thunder is in the wake of sleeping seeds and hibernating animals. Mother will tell you a story about Spring thunder....." Listening to the story of spring thunder, my mind began to emerge a beautiful picture: the field, the park is very lively. Rice seedling doll received the signal of spring thunder, head up, mouth open, taste the sweet spring rain juice; The willow girl is waving her long, slender hair in anticipation of her new green clothes; The small animals stretched, have from the cave to tell, convey the joy of spring.... Listen and think, I am no longer afraid. Outside the window, the rain was still rustling, the thunder was rumbling and the lights were shining. But to my ears, it became a wonderful symphony of spring.Childhood stories are like a box of seasonings, full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty; Also like a beautiful kaleidoscope, rich and colorful; It is more like a tree of wisdom, taking root and growing strong with the years. At that time, I had just entered kindergarten middle class. That day, just at dawn, a loud bang into my ears, woke my sleep. I craned my neck and stared out of the window. I saw a silver lightning across the sky, like a dragon, shining. Then came the thunder, "Rumble, rumble..." Thor father-in-law hand sledgehammer with lightning mother-in-law strong electric light, wind and fire to me, scared I rolled with crawling ran to my parents' room to hide. Mother patted me gently on the back, said: "Don't be afraid, this is spring thunder. Spring thunder is in the wake of sleeping seeds and hibernating animals. Mother will tell you a story about Spring thunder....." Listening to the story of spring thunder, my mind began to emerge a beautiful picture: the field, the park is very lively. Rice seedling doll received the signal of spring thunder, head up, mouth open, taste the sweet spring rain juice; The willow girl is waving her long, slender hair in anticipation of her new green clothes; The small animals stretched, have from the cave to tell, convey the joy of spring.... Listen and think, I am no longer afraid. Outside the window, the rain was still rustling, the thunder was rumbling and the lights were shining. But to my ears, it became a wonderful symphony of spring.