When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother. It was just the two of us. I was 11 years old and my grandmother was 73. In summer, I especially liked to eat watermelons. At that time, watermelon sellers took watermelons full of cars to the village and needed to trade wheat for watermelons.

However, my grandmother's family had no land, and my family was poor. The wheat was also reserved for my brothers and sisters as tuition fees. There was not much extra wheat at all. That is, after someone else's home harvests the wheat, there will be some ears of wheat falling in the field, and when someone else drives the car to pull the wheat home, there will be ears of wheat falling on the road. These are my goals. < P > In the summer wheat harvest day, I got up early for more than an hour every morning, took the steamed bread with sugar, took my bag and carried my schoolbag, and set off hopefully. I chose the most roundabout road between home and school and picked up ears of wheat all the way. Continue to pick up the ears of wheat

After school in the afternoon, I take my pocket and go to the wild, and sometimes I go home after dark

I remember once, I picked up a big bundle of ears of wheat on the road. It should be that when someone else was driving home with the wheat bundle, the wheat bundle was not strong enough to get off the bus, so I don't want to mention the excitement at that time. This bundle can keep up with how many roads I walked to pick up the ears of wheat

This also suddenly reminded me. ! !

At that time, what was "finding money without knowing it" and what was "giving a penny to the policeman's uncle" were all less important than the wheat bundle that was dangling and about to fall.

Most of the time, I followed the car all the way, until it stopped in someone's yard, and then I was disappointed.

At that time, it was not all for nothing. This bundle of weak cars.