【文章內(nèi)容簡介】 next door washing rice. I had an idea and thought: since rice can be washed with water, salt can also be washed. Thinking of this, I immediately borrowed a basin from Grandma Wang. Come to the street, put salt into the water basin and run to the faucet in the courtyard.　　The water soon filled the basin. I shook the basin hard, and then put my hand in and stirred it. Unexpectedly, the basin was empty. I was very frightened. I didn’t care about the basin and ran home immediately.　　When I got home, I told my grandmother what had happened. Before she finished, Grandma had burst into laughter. She touched my head and said with a smile, “silly child, salt is not as clean as rice. It dissolves in water.” Then he laughed again.　　From this, I learned a truth: you should think twice before you act.　　In my mind, there is a beautiful island childhood. There are many big and sweet fruits on it. I carefully picked one to share with you.　　One day at noon, the weather was very hot. I didn’t do anything at leisure. It was very boring! Suddenly, an idea flashed into my mind: let the old hen “fly” down from the sky.　　Just do it. I tried my best to take care of the old hens one by one and took action. I held an old hen and walked carefully to the edge of the sky building. I saw the old hen trembling all over, “cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck. I forted: old hen, don’t be afraid, you can taste the taste of “flying” right away. Then I threw the old hen in my hand into the air. The old hen soared into the air, desperately flapping her wings, and from time to time made a cry of “clack, Clack...”. In just four or five seconds, the hen’s body that had just risen fell down quickly. With a loud “pa”, the poor old hen had fallen down firmly on the ground.　　I was unwilling, and then I did the same experiment several times. Some of them really managed to soar a few times, which made me stand firm. I was so happy that I clapped my hands and shouted, “hen flying, hen flying!” In this way, I didn’t stop until the old hens tried the taste of “flying”.　　At this time, my mother came over, and I proudly told my mother my smart behavior. My mother couldn’t close her mouth when she heard it. She told me that chickens and birds have wings, but they are essentially different.　　My childhood is really a colorful little tree!　　Childhood is happy, interesting and colorful... In my mind, there are many interesting childhood stories that I will never forget　　When I was a child, I was a greedy cat. That year, I was only five years old. My neighbor had a little brother who was a real troublemaker and always played tricks on me. But I’m still willing to play with him because I only have such a playmate as him. Once, my brother took out a small white stone and s