童年是一条清清的小河，洁白的浪花朵朵涌现。童年，是一朵芬香四溢的花，是一个装满小秘密的盒子，，是一个色彩斑斓、荡漾着欢声笑语的梦。童年的故事数之不尽，有一件事特别有趣。
Childhood is a clear river with white spray. Childhood is a fragrant flower, a box full of little secrets, and a dream full of colorful laughter. There are countless stories of childhood. One thing is particularly interesting.
记得两三岁时，有一次我乘家人不注意就悄悄的拿了一个鸡蛋，来到一个角落开始孵小鸡，我觉得我孵出来的小鸡一定很可爱，呵，小鸡真的被窝孵出来了。它长着茸茸毛毛的毛，尖尖的嘴巴，在我身边转来转去。“砰”的一声，我从遐想中醒来，什么东西都没有。我忙跑到厨房问妈妈这是怎么回事，妈妈告诉我原因，我才恍然大悟。
I remember when I was two or three years old, I took an egg quietly when my family didn't pay attention and came to a corner to start hatching chickens. I think the chickens I hatched must be very cute. Oh, the chickens are really hatching out of the bed. It has a hairy hair, sharp mouth, around me. "Bang", I woke up from reverie, nothing. I ran to the kitchen and asked my mother what was the matter. My mother told me the reason, and I realized it.