Childhood is a picture, the picture we have colorful life; Childhood is a song, the song with our happiness and joy; Childhood is a dream, the dream is our imagination and hope. Childhood is a meal, the meal is filled with acid, sweet, bitter, spicy. Childhood is full of fun and childish!

Five years old, my parents and I went to grandma house, at the time of visit, I saw a grandmother in steamed buns. Then, I also asked my grandma I also steamed bread, but grandma said I was too small, don't let me do it. I thought, well, don't let me do, I do.

So, I found a bag of flour, I use first bowl is a bit out of flour, and then to put some water. But I how also can not find water, ah! The bucket of water is quite special, yellow water. (I later learned that the original is "peanut".) But little face how also can't do a steamed bread, I was angry, soliloquize ground to say: "hum, see me how to steam a super big steamed bread let you see!"

So, I put all of the yellow water was poured into the surface of the bag. But due to the surface that is one half of yellow water, so I not stir, I a brainwave, put another bucket of yellow water poured into, so just right. Problem again, how to do? By the way, I lay a clean sheets on the ground, and then pour the face out...... Finally became a steamed bread, but I wonder why you can't change the shape of a another! I changed a apple, I found a similar to red color, chili powder.

I moved out, the apple ride high ground to say: "this is me with a bag of flour, two barrels of yellow water, many red powder" of "the big apple." When my grandma listened to, "halo" in the past.

Childhood is a sugar-coated berry, acid sweet, sweet with acid; Childhood is more like a leaf boat, gone. .....

    五年級:謝2b

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