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Childhood Memories by the Stream |
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I grew up in a beautiful village in Hebei, China. It may not have the majestic
Lishan Mountains, the magnificent Huangshan Mountains, or the beautiful Jinji
Lake, but it holds my childhood memories, my friends, and the stream that
witnessed our growth. The stream may not be as stunning as the waterfalls in
Lishan, but it holds the most beautiful river in my heart, where we shared our
joy and sadness during our childhood.
My house was next to the stream. One day, after school, I asked my busy mother,
"Mom, where do babies come from?" She replied, "Look at the stream in front of
our house, that's where babies are picked up from." I said excitedly to my
friend Mingming when I arrived at school, "Let's go and 'fish' for babies and
play with them!" "Okay, let's do it!" Mingming agreed.
Finally, Sunday arrived, and we rushed to the river to "fish" for babies. We
tried and tried, but we couldn't catch any. Mingming became impatient, "Why
can't we catch any?" I suggested, "Maybe the babies haven't come yet. Let's keep
fishing." After a while, Mingli joined us and asked, "What are you doing here?"
We replied, "We're 'fishing' for babies." Mingli wanted to join us and we played
together. We fell over and splashed water on each other. We laughed and played
happily the whole afternoon, but we didn't catch any babies.
When we returned home, we were soaked. My mother asked, "Where did you go? Why
are you all wet?" We replied in unison, "We went to 'fish' for babies." My
mother laughed and cried at the same time and then explained to us that babies
are born from a mother's womb after nine months.
Everyone has their own childhood memories with bittersweet experiences. This is
my sweet memory that spilled out when I accidentally knocked over a bottle. I
cherish my colorful childhood, the lovely stream in my hometown, and my
beautiful village. |
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