The story of birth sixth grade composition

One summer night, when the breeze was blowing gently, my mother led me to the chair in the front yard and picked up a cattail leaf fan to fan the wind for me. Waves of wind hit my face, and a story fell into my ears:

When I was not born, I especially wanted to see the outside world, so I kicked my mother's stomach hard every day, which made my mother very painful and had to stay in the hospital.

The next night, I got excited again and wanted to break through my mother's stomach and come into this world. In this way, my mother was pushed into the delivery room by my punching and kicking. "Doctor, can you postpone the delivery until tomorrow?" Tomorrow is his uncle's birthday. I want him to spend it with his uncle. There are still ten minutes tomorrow, but my stomach will hurt. "Although a conversation fell into my ears, I still didn't stop kicking. Mom finally waited until the next day, and I came out of my mother's stomach. I cried, which confirmed my birth, my mother's insistence and my uncle's amanome: February 3.

Grandma heard that, came over and told me an interesting story after I was born:

Although I was born from my mother's belly, my birth also broke my family's heart. A few days after I was born, my mother was discharged from the hospital. When I got home, I began to fall asleep and my mother went to work. Only my grandmother took me at home. In her words, it is "worry in the morning and worry at night." Every night, other people's children and adults are asleep, but I am still full of energy, shouting in the house, making everyone at home restless. I can't help it. My mother has to go to work, so I have to ask my grandmother to coax me. Grandma walked and danced with me gently, stroking me and humming, and I fell asleep slowly. Somehow, I like this hug, this touch. Every night, only my grandmother dances and I go to bed.

After a while, my father also came to talk about the origin of my name:

I was born a few days ago. My family has been calling me baby all this time, dear, "Baby ate grandma and went to bed." ...

"But my name hasn't been chosen yet. At this time, my mother said that her company had a brand of drinking water source, otherwise it would be called "Han Siyuan". Nicknames kept coming, and everyone in the family agreed. Only my dad didn't agree, so I had to go to a fortune teller. Finally, my father said a lot of names at home: "Han Yuxin, Han Yutong, Han Yuxuan ..." When I first mentioned the name "Han Xintong", my mother said loudly, "OK, that's the name!" Dad nodded in agreement, and I smiled at my parents with my eyes wide open, as if I especially liked the name. In this way, the name "Han Xintong" was born.

"It's my turn to say that you learned to walk as a child ..." I don't know when grandma came over and told me the story of learning to walk:

When I was about ten months old, my family asked me to learn to walk. Because my family was not in a hurry to walk, they bought me a walker to ride. In this way, I slowly learned to ride this car. But my family hasn't taught me to walk since I was one year old, and my desire for walking is too great. So, two months after my first birthday, I really got off and walked. That day, my parents went to work, my grandmother was cooking in the kitchen, I was in the attic with my grandmother, my grandmother was cleaning up, and I was playing with the car alone. I suddenly left the car while playing, climbed a few times first, and then took a few steps slowly. I fell down and my grandmother came running. Oh, my God, I dropped a bag the size of an egg on my head. I cried and cried, and grandma picked me up and immediately ran down the attic to the bedroom. Grandma saw it and quickly left the kitchen. She took a cold towel and put it on my head. Slowly, the bag on my head gradually disappeared, and I stopped crying, but I vaguely saw tears in grandma and grandma's eyes.

After I learned to walk, one day I saw my grandmother dancing, and I ran to dance with her. I don't know when I like dancing. Whenever my parents go to work, I always pester my grandmother to dance with me, twisting left and right, stretching left and right, which is really fun!

Dad, mom, grandma, grandma all said, and they all went back to the house. I was the only one sitting in a small chair, looking at the river next to the yard. Ah, what an interesting and clear river it is for children's year. I am like a lively and lovely little fish in the river, swimming to the river head to find the story of my birth!