Innocent childhood is always beautiful. Looking back on the ignorant but happy things we did, Always unforgettable. When I think back to my childhood, I always think of the new generation of "F-12" and "Fighting Chicken" that suffered torture and died unjustly.
At that time, I often heard the words "flying chicken" coming from the radio that my grandfather listened to - flying "chicken", fighting "chicken", unmanned remote control flying "chicken" and so on. After I heard it, I shook my little head and asked my grandfather: "Flying chicken, flying chicken, is it a chicken that can fly?" Grandpa was getting excited after hearing this, and answered perfunctorily "Yes!". The "modern" word flying "chicken" was deeply engraved in my mind when I was only six years old and naive.
In the area near Changning Airport in Baoshan, I accidentally saw a dense group of people descending from a big white bird. I asked my mother again, "Why is there someone on that big bird?" "Thats a plane." My mother called and brushed off my question calmly. "Is the airplane a flying chicken?" "Yes!" My mother answered as perfunctorily as my grandfather, but "the speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention." In my naive way, I also confirmed the fact that the airplane is a flying chicken.
Just when I was cherishing the dream of one day riding a flying "chicken" and flying into the blue sky, my grandma happened to bring a majestic big rooster from my hometown. It’s true that “you can’t find anything even if you wear iron shoes, and it takes no effort at all”! I stared at the chicken with a sinister smile on my face. The rooster couldn't help but shuddered when he saw my look.
When grandma left, I started my "plan to ascend to heaven." I looked at the sloppy chicken and frowned: How could the flying "chicken" not have a name or code name? There seemed to be a very powerful aircraft on the radio that my grandfather listened to, and it seemed to be called the "F-12" fighter jet. Look at it So impressive, he must be of the same breed as that fighting "chicken". Well! Let’s call it “F-12”!
If you want to ride it, you have to catch it first. Just do it, I rush towards it like a hungry tiger. "Kejike" I saw it nimbly turned sideways towards me and pecked me hard with its pointed beak. In an instant, a bloody eye appeared on my hand. I screamed in pain, and I was determined to get rid of this evil! I shouted "Wow!" and rushed forward, trying to fight this beast to the death. When this chicken saw my aggressive look, how could it be captured without restraint? It quickly spread its paws and jumped three times to escape, while I was chasing after it desperately. Finally, the chicken, which ran N circles in the yard, was exhausted and defeated. I looked at the "F-12", which had long lost its majesty, approaching him step by step...
I came to the rooster, smiled evilly, sat down on the rooster, and shook the roosters head with my hands. I yelled the answer I learned from the movie about flying a plane: "The engine is normal, the chicken wings are normal, and you can take off!" Unexpectedly, after the chicken fluttered a few times, it looked at me with a sad look. Finally, the hanging chicken head slowly drooped. "Move! Fly! I want to conquer the universe!" I shouted, but the chicken didn't move.
I don’t know whether it was because the work was done or for other reasons, but grandma suddenly broke in, looked at me sitting on the back of the chicken, and shouted: "What are you doing?" I jumped down. I told grandma everything that happened. After hearing this, grandma picked up the feather duster and was about to greet me, but then she put it down and laughed and said, "Lets eat chicken this afternoon..." After saying that, the smile on her face faded a little. "Flying chicken!" I said these three words again, and another burst of laughter came from the yard...
Childlike innocence is still there, childhood is still there, even though we have entered youth on the right track, but isn’t childhood just the extremely important sleeper on the track?
