Childhood has all kinds of interesting things, some of which make you laugh; Some make you feel guilty; Some make you cry; Some will make you unforgettable ... in my beautiful but bitter memory, the most interesting time should be the one I miss most.
The age I yearn for most is when I was a child and lived with my grandmother.
One day, I learned a proverb-as you sow, you reap. I didn't believe it, so I wanted to give it a try, so I had a plan. While grandma was not looking, I secretly took some candy and a small toy. I dug a small pit in a remote corner of the vegetable garden, put sugar and toys in it, buried it and covered it with some weeds. You're done! My heart is full of joy, as if I saw a lot of candy and toys waving to me.
A few days later, I forgot about it. I didn't realize that I didn't "harvest" until I found out how my toys and candy disappeared! I couldn't hide my joy, so I shouldered a shovel and rushed to the vegetable garden. I found that they don't germinate, bloom or even bear fruit, but who knows whether they will mature underground like sweet potatoes and potatoes grown at home.
I quickly shoveled my pit, and found that it was not much, and it was covered with mud. I didn't know it was mud when I was a child, so I cried. Grandma heard the sound and came to ask me what was going on. I stammered to tell her what had happened. Grandma burst into laughter, and I became angry from embarrassment: "Milk. . . Grandma, I like my toys. . . It's all gone. . You still laugh! " Grandma stopped laughing at once. She couldn't help laughing when she saw my small round eyes, but she soon stopped laughing. Grandma told me that the toys were not gone, but stained with mud, and they could be played after washing.
I stopped crying at once, but I washed it with my grandmother. It was really brand new.