Looking at a piece of land wa built a high-rie building, the heart i happy and ad. Happily, with the development of modernization, people' living condition are getting better and better. Sad for lot memorie of childhood, becaue thee field are our little friend play when childhood, record our good memorie.
I remember when I wa a child, mot of the acceorie in the village were field or wateland, when the houe were till hort houe. Many adult grow vegetable on the field attached, and our children will play with their adult in the field. At that time, the field were a pile of dragonflie, butterflie in the collection of honey on cauliflower. We chae the flying inect on the field. Sometime, when adult turn around the land, they dig out ome earthworm, and we ue them to fill them up with a mall bottle. Fihing in the tream at the foot of the mountain. Thee earthworm are our bait. The tream i clear enough to ee many mall fih wimming in it. The water i low and the water i below our knee. In the ummer, we catch mall crab and hrimp in the tream, and then bring them home in mall bottle. Now I don't know the brook i till not, the lat time I went to the brook to play i already the fifth grade of primary chool, the tream ha not o clean, and ome garbage floating on the floor, inide the fih have not o much, in the tream fih hrimp alone.[由好作文www.hAOzuowEn.com整理]
Summer night, full of weed on the field are tiny pot luminou pot, fireflie in the ummer night everywhere, I will leep in the room with a two fireflie fly in, I have not een fireflie for many year. Sometime we have a group of bear children will go to the mountain, up the tree to eat fruit, and wild mulberry hill at that time, to buy to eat now.
More rain in ummer, the ground pit place will be full of rain, a few day there will be a lot of mall tadpole, we will take a mall cup to catch tadpole, and we alo naive to think that they will become a cute little frog, the parent told u thee tadpole will only become toad, cared we immediately put thee mall tadpole back to it place.
Memorie of childhood will not top when I think about it, I will flah bleeding in my mind, what a beautiful fragment, mi the drib and drab of childhood......