童年是一条长河,缓缓流淌;童年是一轮明月,抚摸嫩芽。童年五彩缤纷,在记忆的长河中,我做了两件十分幼稚的事。记得那一次是八岁那年,一个星期六,妈妈正在洗衣服。我想:洗衣机可以洗衣,那应该也可以洗大白菜吧?隔日,妈妈去买菜了,我的想法又浮现出来了。放水了!水“哗啦啦”地流,“疑是银河落九天”!大白菜掰成一片片地扔进去,听到“砰”的一声,如定时炸弹炸了一样。接下来该干什么?按照妈妈洗衣服的过程操作。不一会儿,白菜就碎成很小很小的了。见此情景,我马上打电话给妈妈。“你这傻孩子,洗衣机的用途只是洗衣,不可以洗菜呀!” Childhood is a long river, flowing slowly; childhood is a bright moon, touching buds. Colorful childhood, in the memory of the river, I did two very naive things. I remember that time was eight years old, one Saturday, my mother was washing clothes. I think: washing machines can be laundry, it should also be able to wash the cabbage it? The next day, my mother went to buy food, and my idea emerged again. Water “water crashed ” to the ground, “suspected Galaxy down nine days ”! Chinese cabbage break into piece by piece thrown into, heard “bang ” sound, such as the time bomb exploded the same. What to do next? Follow the process of mom washing clothes. A moment later, cabbage is broken into small and small. See this scene, I immediately call my mom. “You silly boy, the use of washing machines just laundry, can not wash vegetables!”