六年级上册英语五六单元单词表 In childhood, he floated in the water and sank to the bottom with one bullet; Childhood, hanging on a tree, the wind blows, it falls into the soil; Childhood flies in the air. As soon as it flies, it disappears into thousands of mountains and rivers. Now, as I stand in front of the calendar and count the passing days, I can't help sighing that my childhood is about to die. I remember when I was a child near the big tree in midsummer. The breeze rippled in the air, and sometimes jumped to the calm mirror like water to play, and flowers bloomed on the water; Sometimes they run to hide in the green canopy, and the leaves dance like floating jasper; From time to time, it brushed the salivating me, and my cheek was like a blooming flower. Naughty, my eyes are full of melon fields far away and near in front of me. I saw the melon farmer with a stubby beard, bald head and a big beer belly. During the nap in the sun, I picked a big watermelon and staggered away. But suddenly, a wild monkey came out, appeared in front of me and flashed past again, which startled me. Watermelon and I fell and a dog ate mud. At this time, the angry cries of melon farmers came to my ears, accompanied by bursts of footsteps. For a moment, birds and animals were gone, and there was only a wild dog breathing with heat around. I had an idea and put the watermelon next to the wild dog. Soon the melon farmer with a big stick came. When he saw the wild dog and watermelon, he grabbed the stick and beat it. While beating and scolding, I laughed secretly while watching. When the melon farmer sneaked back to the melon field, he picked a watermelon again and sneaked away. When I walked away, I sat on the ground panting, and a bird nearby sang loudly, as if celebrating my success. When I came home with a big watermelon, my mother criticized me face to face. I always remember that my mother came to the melon farmer to apologize with a big watermelon in one hand and my hand in the other. Now, I won't steal melons anymore, but the scene of stealing melons when I was a child often haunts my mind. It's another midsummer night. The cicada still calls and the wind blows like the wind. That's the lack of a childlike child and a brilliant childhood. I slowly stretched out my left hand. The teacher raised the soft ruler and hit me on the hand. I "ah!" With a scream, I felt like a knife cut my hand, and tears had already filled my eyes. This tear is not only the pain of being beaten, but also the tears of being wronged. Tears flowed into my mouth, sour and astringent. I stood there blankly. God, do you have the heart to see me wronged by the teacher? My tears filled my eyes again. How I wanted to explain to the teacher, but the teacher didn't look back and walked back to the podium angrily. Fortunately, the students behind me explained the situation to the teacher in time. The teacher criticized my deskmate awkwardly, but my hands were hot and my heart was sad! Today, looking back on this matter, this sour feeling is still there. But I can understand the teacher's strictness and forgive the selfishness and stubbornness of my deskmate. I know better that life can't be sweet forever. When you encounter acid, you must not cry because it makes us grow up. 本文来源：https://www.wddqw.com/doc/ff5351d1f51fb7360b4c2e3f5727a5e9856a27e9.html