Childhood is golden, and the past of childhood is as many as the stars in the sky. Although I can't remember most of them, I still remember one thing.

I remember it was a hot summer, when the sun was scorching the earth and cicadas were singing in the trees. My cousin and I accompanied my grandmother to collect firewood in the forest. After picking it up for a while, grandma said to us, "Hao, go and play for a while." I said, "Grandma, take a rest, too!" "Grandma agreed.

My cousin and I discussed: "Go and play in the forest!" "My cousin agreed. We jumped into the forest. After playing for a while, I found a seedling of a wild vine. I said to my cousin, "Brother, let's dig this wild vine back and plant it!" "Cousin said with a smile," It's fine, but there is no hoe. " After thinking for a while, I said, "Yes, we can dig with twigs." Cousin clapped her hands and exclaimed. I found a branch and dug up the soil with one end of the branch. While digging, I said to my cousin, "Brother, take that broken bottle." My cousin brought the bottle, and I gasped and said, "Brother, decorate the bottle with mud and dig a small hole in the middle."

I don't know how long it took, but my wild vine was dug up. Besides, the roots are still intact. I put wild vines in the small hole of the bottle, blocked the hole with mud, and then took the "fruit of labor" to find grandma.

Childhood is golden, and I will never forget the past of my childhood.