记忆中的童年是快乐和幸福的。12岁,我上五年级了。夏天,就到坑里洗澡,打水仗。一到夏天,沟满河平。全村的坑被沟连在一起。水势高的向低处流,鱼儿便顶着水流向上游。见有人钓鱼,我也想钓鱼。可是,没有鱼钩,买一把鱼钩要5分钱,我没有钱买。跟娘要,是没有这项开支的。我就学着别人的样子,偷了娘的一根缝衣针,在火上烧,趁热把缝衣针 Childhood in memory is happy and happy. 12 years old, I am in fifth grade. Summer, take a bath in the pit, fight water battle. One summer, ditch river full. The village was dug ditch together. High water flow to the lower flow, the fish will be against the water upstream. See someone fishing, I also want to fish. However, there is no hook, buy a hook to 5 cents, I have no money to buy. There is no such thing as a bride-to-be. I learned the way of others, stole a stitch of the mother, burned on the fire, hot to the needle