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Essays about my cousin in the city

When my cousin came to my house, there was an earthquake.

My father set up an "earthquake-resistant shed" on the field outside the door. He used a few locust sticks to prop up an oilcloth and covered it with thatch.

At night, my cousin, my father, and my brother slept in the earthquake-resistant shed, while my mother and sister and I slept in the house.

Be prepared for them to wake us up at any time if something happens.

My 17-year-old cousin graduated from junior high school and was sent to a rural countryside to become an educated youth.

These "last generation of educated youth" felt that life was boring and their future was bleak, so they fought, stole and often caused trouble.

My uncle was afraid that his cousin would learn bad things, so he sent him back to his hometown and asked him to learn carpentry from my father.

Cousin, this apprentice is quite competent.

Every morning, he carried the carpenter guy on his back and went to the neighboring village to work with his father.

Pulling a big saw, planing wood, carving mortises and tenons, all other work except not letting him use an adze.

It's just that my cousin is tall and thin, with long arms and legs, which makes him look a bit sloppy.

When there is no work to do, my cousin plays in the village.

He and a group of boys went to the bamboo garden to catch turtle doves, go to the cliff to catch the furry fox, and even climbed up the tree to catch owls.

Once, Xiao Wuzi, a sheep herder, gave his cousin an owl. The cousin put the owl on his shoulder and swayed it around.

He fed the owl mice and water.

But the owl that lost its freedom still died a week later, and my cousin was very sad.

In autumn, when the walnuts are ripe, my cousin comes back from work and picks many along the way.

There was nothing to pack, so he took off his trousers, tied them up at both ends, packed his trouser legs and carried them back.

When the mother saw this, she kept saying: "What a good boy, don't you dare to do it anymore? Let the captain see it, and it won't matter if I don't tie you to a tree!" My cousin stuck out his tongue and said, "It's okay, he can't chase me away.

"Sometimes, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, and my cousin ran in and took out two ears of tender corn from his waist like a magic trick, and said, "Auntie, cook it for me!" My mother persuaded me again: "

Don’t you dare to do that anymore?” While working, my cousin vividly told my father about their mischief in the city.

He said that once, a fellow villager used a bicycle to push vegetables into the city to sell. When going downhill, the vegetables fell.

He and a group of children shouted, but the fellow couldn't stop the car.

It turned out that even the brake pads on his car had fallen off.

The children picked up the brake skin and saw that the brake skin was polished. They ran after them and shouted, "Country old brake skin, country old brake skin!" After that, when they saw rural people, they all called "countryside old brake skin."

My cousin from the city makes me very proud in front of my female companion.

When I talk about him, I feel secretly happy in my heart.

My father’s comment about my cousin is that he is “extremely smart and extremely naughty.”

He said that if my cousin takes the right path, he can succeed in anything, but if he takes a bad approach, it will be terrible.

My father taught my cousin by words and deeds, and provided some simple education like a country carpenter.

Things like "If you don't have long-term worries, you will have immediate worries", "You can't be rich for more than three generations", "Learn a craft without overpowering others", "Reliance on your own", etc.

Fortunately, my cousin is very obedient and listens to my father's words.

I secretly like my cousin, but my cousin is a boy.

Boys don't easily play with girls.

He only played with his brother and the boys in the village. He only talked about this and that with his father.

In late autumn, it is raining outside.

My cousin and father sat in the earthquake-resistant shed and talked about all kinds of things, telling many stories.

I just sat and listened quietly.

They laughed when they heard something funny, and I laughed quietly on the side.

It rained a lot that year. It rained heavily outside and lightly inside the shed.

The sound of rain ticking along with the laughter inside made me feel very warm in this late autumn.

On Sunday, a group of us girls learned to ride bicycles in the wheat field.

My cousin also went there, and he was riding a bicycle very gracefully.

At first, he held the handle with one hand, and later he simply used both hands to ride the handle, riding in the wheat field for several laps without falling down.

Seeing that he was about to fall, he pushed his two long legs to the ground and the car was supported.

Makes us jealous to death.

My cousin is from the city. He is very tall, taller than the other boys in the village. He is well-informed and speaks Mandarin. All these are things I don’t have. In front of him, I

Feeling a little inferior.

Once when I was washing clothes by the river, I said to him shyly, "I want to write a book in the future and be a writer." I study better than my cousin, which is my only advantage.

But my cousin didn't seem interested in writing a book. He nodded, said "yes", and went to catch dragonflies.

Afterwards, I felt that it was a bit of a boast and I was embarrassed to meet him.

A year later, my cousin was recruited back to the city.

After my cousin left, I felt a little lost.

In the years to come, as we grew up separately, we rarely saw each other.

I just learned from my uncle who often goes back to his hometown to visit relatives that his cousin got married and his factory closed down. Not content with following his uncle in mold processing, my cousin started his own company and became a deputy to the National People’s Congress.

There are many anecdotes about him.

When the time came in 2000, my family was involved in a lawsuit.

My husband offended the county party secretary because he wrote a critical article and was arrested and imprisoned.

Due to the interference from the county party committee secretary, the Municipal Intermediate People's Court did not dare to make a decision. The case had many twists and turns, and it went to the Provincial High Court several times for instructions.

Near the end of the year, a well-intentioned person revealed the news that the Provincial High Court would hold a review committee review the next day, and asked me to go to the provincial capital quickly, find so-and-so, and give me his phone number.

I was very anxious when I heard that, but the provincial capital is three to four hundred kilometers away from here, and I couldn't make it at the moment.