It is the third year that I haven't spent this season at home, but as soon as I close my eyes, I can imagine the scene there-when the sun is shining, people are like withered sugarcane leaves. You can't find any shade except an evergreen tree in front of your neighbor's house. All the blackheads are hiding under the green trees and jumping back and forth on the branches anxiously. If you look further away, you can see that the air in Ran Ran is fluctuating, as if it were on fire. But fifteen or sixteen years ago, I don't know if you remember, it wasn't like this here. This evergreen tree has not been amputated, with lush foliage and many trees nearby. At that time, the sight was hidden, unlike now. You can't see others, but at night, you can see the smoke curling up, hear the crowing of chickens and dogs, and whisper under the flickering oil lamps at night. At that time, there was only tranquility and peace here, except in stormy nights, people living in thatched houses were particularly worried.
In the morning, my parents get up early. Maybe today is market day. They are going to sell corn. We must have cried and cried to go with them last night, and finally we were coaxed home by one of their steamed buns. Before they leave, they will repeatedly tell us to remember to feed the chickens, telling me not to beat you and bully you, and to watch the eagle during the day and not to let it catch chickens. We were in a daze, and although we answered, we couldn't remember what they said. We can sleep for a long time when they go out.
The sun was shining high and we slept in a daze. After getting up, the hungry puppy kept rubbing our feet pitifully, but it was very annoying. He picked it up and thought we were going to give it food, so I threw it out the door with one hand. There is cold rice in the pot, and we can make fried rice with eggs by making a fire, but at that time we all ate by mouth, even if we went to grandma and grandpa's house next door to rub rice. So we got dressed, closed the door, hugged the dog, and the three of us went on our way.
Evergreen trees grow beside the road leading to the market. People who are tired of walking like to enjoy the cool in the shade. We both want to wait here early. Around twelve o'clock, people who went to the market basically came back one after another. They came to rest under the tree in twos and threes. We took the initiative to politely call out our uncles, aunts, grandparents, and then declared ourselves their children. At this time, adults will touch our heads or pinch our faces, which is really polite. Basically, if these people are related to us, they will give us some fruits and sugar they bought from the market. But some people are not easy to deal with, and we have to waste more time. Now I'm silent, but people say that's because I finished what I had to say before I was ten years old. So I don't remember what we would have said. In short, it's like chatting. We will tell them the stories our parents told us and the gossip we heard from other extended families. Most importantly, you can sing. At that time, you sang "Old Bitch" with the Ashima suit your parents bought for you in the New Year. When you are singing and dancing, few people can shut up happily. Of course, I can dance, too No, I play Kung Fu, Huang Feihong and lion dance. The two of us sang and danced, fought and made noise, and the puppy was not idle. We set off, screaming and rolling on the ground for a while, rubbing others and selling them for a while. If the three of us work so hard, those people don't show any intention of rewarding us. That's not interesting enough. Just write down that I will ignore you next time. Sometimes we have to do some tricks. When we finish the performance, we will run into other people's baskets and look inside, saying, "I don't know what your family bought, so many things ... Da Die, your family is really rich, unlike ours ... you don't know that my brother is a thief. He ran out of school without studying and didn't go home. My parents and my uncle went to the city to get him back. The man ... took my money and ran away ... My father said that my uncle stole all the money at home, so he didn't have the money to take us to the market. He also asked us to look after things at home, so my uncle didn't come back to steal them, so I didn't have any new clothes to wear during the Spring Festival ... My parents didn't come back all morning, saying that we were tired of singing just now, and now we are hungry (feel our stomachs). Where did you buy it? When my family is rich, my parents will take us to the market and buy this orange. Do you know how many petals I have without peeling oranges? Do you believe it or not? Why don't we try ... "
We sold the lovely candy, slipped outside and went home. But when I got home, I remembered that the chicken had not been fed and the eagle had not looked. Those chickens have been hungry all day, and like refugees preparing for the uprising, they all gathered at the door and could not get rid of them. We want to take remedial measures and feed the chicken before my parents come back. However, if you find that you can't get into the house, you may have lost or left your keys in it, or your parents didn't leave us the keys at all, because once you played house, you burned the plastic basin at home, broke your eggs, and the potatoes were "slaughtered" like pigs.
The two of us sat next to each other in front of our house. The puppy became a bitch again. He went in and out at the door, took a look at us and went in again. Finally, we blocked the hole and let him beg in it, but he wouldn't let him out.
Dusk is getting closer and closer. You asked when my parents would come back, and I said soon. After a while, you asked me again. I'm in a hurry, too, but I still say it should be soon. Later, you stopped asking and began to cry. what can I do? You insisted on crying when I told you not to cry, but you wouldn't listen. I slapped you and said, are you still crying? Then, you cried even harder!
The puppy also makes a baby-like sound behind the door. I don't know. Just express your feelings-cry. So the two of us sat in front of our house and cried. I don't know when I cried, and I don't know whether I fainted or fell asleep in the legend. When we woke up, we were already lying in bed and our parents were in front of us. Mother asked me why I was crying. I said, because you cried. Mom said, Sister cries but you can't cry-but what can I do!
There is no other meaning in writing so much. I just want to enhance the feelings of you and my brother and sister in my spare time before this critical moment. I wish you a smooth college entrance examination.