My brother and I are both born after 60. My mother works in a production team, my father is a worker in a state-owned enterprise, and we are children of farmers. In order to help my mother lighten the burden, when my brother and I arrive at the weekend, my brother pushes me to the seaside Woods with a trolley to hug the leaves and take them home for cooking and heating. That year, my brother 16 years old and I 13 years old. Every morning, my mother got up early to make me something delicious, and then she brought us some sweet potatoes or big cakes, took some apples and a bottle of water, and waited for me to be hungry at noon. Then she told us not to get tired and come back early. My brother and I talked and laughed all the way. When we got to the place, my brother suddenly hugged me, and I hugged him not far away. My brother said that you don't have to do it, just be my companion. When my building is full of cars, you can give me the car and I will load it, so that we can go home. I am playing around and watching if anyone comes around, and I am afraid of cold. At noon, my brother and I picked up my mother and brought it to us.