Composition: Look at my small hair, 800 words.

I still remember a boy kneading clay balls with me in kindergarten.

His appearance has been blurred in my impression, except that he is a little bald and taciturn, but he knows everything. He lives opposite my home, and we are in a kindergarten. On weekdays, I never talk to him, only to see him sitting on the steps alone, rubbing clay balls in the sunset, a lonely little figure. The days passed so fast that I became more and more interested in the girl's things like clay balls and abandoned Barbie dolls. But my rubbing is not round and crooked, and the surface is very rough. "There are too many stones in your mud and too little water." Looking up, a little bald head played with my mud ball in the sunset and rubbed it a few times. The originally unseemly clay ball is as round and smooth as ceramics. From then on, my impression of him was the master of clay balls. I bowed three times and asked him to teach me how to pinch clay balls.

He seldom talks, but I always can't stand the clay ball, so I reached out and rubbed it a few times. Later, he seemed to find it a little boring just to pinch the mud ball, and he began to look for other fun, which was also related to mud. Squeeze the clay figurine and put it on the steps as soon as the sun shines. Mud is as hard as porcelain, but it won't break. At this point, my admiration for him was out of control, pestering me to learn to pinch clay figurines. I happened to find that the eyebrows he painted for the clay figurine were not as good as mine, so I promised to do them for him at the cost of three clay figurines. This boyhood has passed, and I have been squeezing mud with him all my childhood.

Thinking of quarreling with him, I said that he could pinch mud, his grades were so poor and his handwriting was not good. Squeeze mud all your life. This is an irritating remark, but I didn't expect him to make a name for himself. Before he was fifteen, he went to the Art Institute to specialize in clay sculpture. Now, a year or two later, he must be a good mud squeezer. I just look forward to seeing you again. I can teach you something. I have little hair, and I am a good mud squeezer.