When the past accumulates into ore, it doesn’t matter whether you say it or not. Days are like wheels that never stop, rolling out silence

It is the golden mark.

The ripe fruits in front of the window attracted khaki and sub-black sparrows. Their chirping attracted me to escape from a dream that was not a dream, and watched them snatch them.

After eating the delicious food in my daughter's mouth, I felt a faint warmth in my heart. They may have a more intimate relationship with trees. When I picked the fruits without any emotion, forcefully and speechlessly, did I ever consider the feelings of the tree? When the birds come, in addition to saying thank you, there must be a warmer conversation. Is it a reflection on life? Or it was just a normal family matter, I don't know. Anyway, they were talking to each other, so it must be like this. I felt this from the whirling branches and leaves. This may be my speculation about nature as a self-righteous person. This is undoubtedly the stupidest. How can nature allow you to speculate? Human thinking is the most terrifying thing, but my association

has no ugly purpose, does not constitute slander or harm to trees and birds, it is just a beautiful wish expressed. I hope the tree doesn’t remember the birds that ate its fruit. My guess is that I’m judging a gentleman’s heart with a villain’s heart. It’s really unknown.

Stupid people always try to be smart and speculate on many things that don’t exist. Apart from proving that “there is nothing wrong in the world, it’s just a matter of people disturbing themselves”.

I can’t find any fault with their behavior. A better reason to explain. A person who becomes narrow-minded due to a dirty mind will undoubtedly cause fatal harm to others, and he will lobby around without any scruples, trying to dress himself up as an unreasonable victim.

Who. These abnormal actions have no more practical effect than accelerating the freezing of my cold heart.

If you look at the world with a cold eye, it is not difficult to find that people usually like to do stupid things that go beyond the level, even though they create a lot of "laws" and the like

and then cover them up afterwards. Some cage-shaped buildings that cannot contain the body or the mind are designed to prove people's stupidity. Good people, bad people, rich and poor, noble and lowly, even white and black, are all divided into different categories by human beings using their "wisdom". The former can eat the food produced by the latter in the scorching sun and cold wind as a matter of course under the admiring gaze of the latter, wear the clothes made by the latter day and night, and live in the latter's house. They build houses with tears and blood, and then look at them with contempt. This is what humans, who consider themselves advanced animals, do are not advanced things. The "best" among them work hard to invent cutting-edge weapons, thinking about how to kill the most people of their kind at the least cost. No one in nature is better than humans

It is an animal that has been slaughtered, and bright red blood is flowing every moment. This liquid that gives human vitality rushes out of the skin that wraps it.

What is left is only a little bit of blood. A puddle of brown traces that are instantly lost. If this masterpiece is seen by the author, it will also bring about an upheaval in the five internal organs. It is still unknown whether this is the only manifestation of conscience or a punishment from God. Those who die do not know why

die, but the lucky ones can carve the name given by their parents on the stone, and the reason will be unclear after many years

The happy children who were liberated from the classroom put a garland on it. It is hard to say how long this habit can last. After being corroded by wind and rain, the stone will eventually be unable to withstand the cycle of time. A pile of The fate of the fans is also an indisputable fact. Therefore, I always find the concept of "flying geese leaving a sound" pursued by people very ridiculous. The migration of geese is just a helpless way of survival in nature. They don't have the smart brains of humans to create air conditioners that are warm in winter and cool in summer. They can only move from one environment to another< /p>

The environment requires a long journey, but it is also in this flight for generations that their underdeveloped brains summed up a great

truth - unity. It is difficult for a lonely wild goose to have a living space. They realize this, so they form a team to help each other

and taste the happiness of caring. Their cries as they pass through the sky, Perhaps it is an encouragement to tired companions, perhaps

It is a curse on mankind's destruction of nature, but these are actually imposed on their own thinking by self-righteous people, and inexplicably labeled "stay"

< p>sound" reputation.

Don’t try to leave a “fame” in the natural world. That is unrealistic and hypocritical. Nature has its laws and the way it should be said.

Nature will have it, and all man-made things will happen. factors will ultimately not play a decisive role. It is only when people are frustrated and in their own subjective judgments that they are surrounded by deception that they will shout "I am so stupid" against their will. And it is precisely at this time that Often the real meaning is "he's so stupid", and getting him to realize this is as difficult as proving a person's innocence.

The ancients, especially the women in ancient times, often died to prove their innocence. There were many tragedies staged one after another. The Dou E written by Guan Hanqing

can shock the world. Let the heavy snow fall in the hot summer, be able to weep ghosts and gods, and let the blood splash three feet white to prove yourself, but modern people do not have this ability, let alone give up the life given by their parents, and To prove the so-called innocence, in a society where values ??are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the equation obviously cannot be established. There is no understanding of anything, no understanding of where to talk about love, and without love, everything that exists is unnecessary. Is there any better way to face these than to leave everything to time? Let it go, just like the fallen leaves in the water, the fate of drifting is much better than hanging.

Many times, when you can’t grasp the boat of destiny in the storm, giving up is really the best way. Gains and losses are impossible to calculate.

It’s easy to cut with a sharp knife. The result of the mess is, at best, a big, neat, cross-cut scar. And this may be more or less an important symbol of growth in the final inventory of life. Even now, when I look back at what I have gone through, Nearly half of my life, how much content can be used to smile. A colleague once said more than once: "

I never thought about celebrating my sixtieth birthday." Although this statement sounds a bit pessimistic, it is really a good life

How to live, how many years can you live in life, the most important thing is to live happily, take off the burden, let go of your mood, don't do things that you can't live with

It feels selfish, but carefully If you think about it carefully, it is exactly respect for others. I never bring my troubles to my friends, and I disagree with those who say "a pain told to a friend becomes half a pain". Friends have no obligation to share your pain for you, in the dead of night

< p>, you can enjoy your own life and digest the content of your own life. After dawn, everything has become yesterday, and the past will eventually become history. The sun is new every day, no matter whether it rains or not. .

In the pattering autumn rain, the ancient clock next door did not wake up the people sleeping at midnight. The train in the distance carried people who were sleepy but clear-eyed

, running along two lines that are always parallel.

This rain has been falling tirelessly for three nights. I am always listening to the rain and the music brought by the elves from heaven.

I think about their mission in this world. It is even difficult for me to resist the urge to get close to them. I want to use my hair to To accept their immersion

I want to enjoy their caress with my face, I want them to water my dry heart, and let them save my decadent soul

I am so many I want to walk aimlessly in the rain forever, but I can't bear to see the returning rain being trampled by ignorant feet and splashing everywhere. That is blasphemy to the rain and will also obliterate me. Sincerely, the heart-wrenching pain will spread throughout my body, leaving me with nothing to do in the rain. So I huddled up in the house and listened to the rain, listening to them knocking on my window lattice. I opened the drawer of my heart and took a piece of my thoughts for you. The joy of meeting diluted the separation

Other melancholy, you always disappear without commitment. I can find no trace of you in the sunshine. It is undeniable that I like you so much

You have no reason or purpose. Opening the curtains, through the eyes of the night, I saw a silent narrative and understood a story about heaven and earth. You are the messenger of heaven and earth, and you are the connection between wind and clouds. The sky and the earth have the sun and the moon because of you, the wind and clouds have thunder

lightning because of you, and my world also has brilliance because of you. My heart is jumping so happily just to listen to the autumn rain at midnight*

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I always feel that my birthday is soaked in rain Spending time among the tung leaves, the wet tree trunk looked at me worriedly, wrapping my clothes tightly in the wind

. The thick fallen leaves have absorbed too much of the enthusiasm of the autumn rain, and they just lie there so lazily. Without the guidance of their eyes

the feet appear careless. Occasionally stepping into the depressions, the leaves under the leaves appear. The water took the opportunity to kiss the instep with a "chirp"

My heart started to tremble. I could no longer shrink my neck, so I could only rely on the upward shaking of my shoulders to relieve the pain from my feet

Chill.

On my childhood birthday, I was forced to put on my cotton-padded jacket and trousers by my mother, with the faint scent of soap mixed with a slightly moist breath. The dirty hand I stretched out from my sleeve with great effort held an egg yolk, which often attracted the envious eyes of my friends. I don’t know why, but I always didn’t. I like to eat this round and golden thing. I always feel that it exudes a faint smell of chicken coop. Freedom again

My arms and legs that had been there all summer were suddenly tied up. The inexplicable annoyance forced me to leave my companions and wander alone in the woods where dead leaves were piled up. Occasionally I went out. You will find "mushrooms" that look like chicken legs. When you take them home, your mother wraps them in leaves and burns them in the stove. When the leaves are charred but not burnt, you open them and the meat-like aroma is gone. Diffuse, (the feeling at that time).

But now, fried, deep-fried, cooked, and boiled mushrooms can no longer produce that delicious taste.

The days passed day by day, and the steps measured the distance out of the house.

On my first birthday after my marriage, I turned up Zheng Zhihua’s voice to the maximum, and I could still hear the north wind blowing outside the window. It didn’t rain that year, and the wind The branches of the old willow tree under the window made a sound like a shepherd cracking his whip. I lay on the bed, staring at the blank roof, and said to myself: "Happy birthday to me." At that moment, the tears rolling down my cheeks were like candle oil, condensing into the eternal pain in my heart. I don't know how other people erased their memories. A deep ravine left me unable to find the feeling of happiness, and blood always seeped out, like the helpless sun between thick clouds. In the bleak business days, in the endless cold war, tears fell quietly with the midnight meteors, for a lonely soul. Walking alone on a road without even a shadow

for a long time is the best result, but what I can't get out of is still the crossroads in my heart.

The warmest memory is my birthday when my daughter was about to be three months old. On that rainy evening, my daughter fell asleep sweetly, and the smile overflowing

on her face became mine. Sitting alone by the fire to bake diapers for it, the faint smell accompanied by the patter of rain outside the window, the feeling of life was so truly found, that is, from then on Since I fell in love with the rain, listening to the rain, watching the rain and my growing daughter have become my entire content. Thank God for sympathizing with my loneliness and giving me this elf, so that my heart full of love and compassion can find support. I

know that the feeling at that moment has become the eternal wealth of my life. I use it to taste from time to time, which can always save me from the whirlpool of the rapids, like drowning. Among them, a ship that can carry your life floats over, and it seems so logical to let all the hidden enthusiasm explode

Everything else is like scraps of paper flying in the wind, pale and feeble. Insignificant. I want to smile at everyone, no matter friends or enemies, I want to talk to everyone, no matter strangers or familiar ones, life is like the gushing sun

, exuding endless vitality, the feeling of flying bounces in the heart, even if faced with a stone, there is enough energy

Watch it warm, even if faced with a series of dull numbers, you can still play Playing a beautiful note, I clearly know that this is the joy of life, which I can truly experience.

I don’t remember a sunny day on my birthday, but I know that this day will always be brilliant for my mother, even if it rains.

When my body and mind were being brutally tortured, when my soul was being tempered in the fire of hell, I did not dare to go home for fear that my tears would turn white. Mother's hair. I picked up the phone, took a few deep breaths, gave myself a stiff smile, tried my best to prepare some relaxed words, and dialed the familiar number. The person who answered the phone was my dad. Calmly, I asked him for millet in a coquettish tone

I said that other people's millet porridge made me greedy. After a series of promises, my father's laughing voice came from the phone:

"Come here, your daughter's phone number" "Er Niu, what are you busy with these days?" In one sentence, I forced myself to swallow all the sadness and smile

Phone: "I'm so busy." I listed some daily tasks, "No, your voice is weak, something must have happened." "Hahaha" I answered my mother with a smile, my eyes It was full of tears. Hanging up the phone in a hurry, even if the disguise is thirty miles away, it is so failed. This is the mother who understands a long phone line. I ran into the kitchen and let myself cry

while hurriedly washing vegetables and cooking. The two children who came back from school were amused by the old cartoon cat

< p>Branch, the fragrant food is served on the table, wash away the tears with water, and face it with a smile, because I am also a mother******

With the sound of tireless rain on my pillow, I think freely Along the memory lane, I returned to the long-lost classroom.

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If insomnia accumulates into wealth

Midnight represents more than loneliness

Conversation with the moon and stars

It has become a seemingly fashionable necessity

Having a language of soul

What is lost is just the concept of time

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Yuntai Essay

The moss, which is born on the mountain and survives on the water, just sets off the crystal beads with a layer of yellow-green tenderness, making it even more beautiful. Crystal clear

transparent. If it weren't for the echoing reminder, what kind of ink painting would I be facing?

Just a few holes

Gently and casually touch the water looking for a way out, and the magical effect of ingenuity is produced. It is a natural and intentional arrangement

Is it an unintentional "insertion"? Everything seemed so seamless and beautiful. I can't find a reason to sigh for the flying and unrestrained, elegant and free. The huge charm produced by the wordless narration often makes me fascinated and my thoughts are wandering.

Looking up at the mountain, what surges in my heart is respect. Even if I climb to the top, I will not feel conquered. It feels to me more like a thick history book, with wet stories seeping out. Facing the connotation of the mountain, a person's thoughts seem so shallow, so

< p>If you are ignorant, what does the few years of reading mean?

The yellow and dry grass that grows year after year and day after day in the cracks of the mountains is full of spirituality. People often

come to the hinterland of this mountain with emotions such as surprise, joy, sadness, or melancholy to relieve the depression in their hearts and relieve their emotions

Is this annoyance to the mountain? It tolerates you with its broad mind. I really don’t know whether I should come this time or not.

Should I leave this depression behind? My mood was obviously open, just like the wild flowers on the cliff after autumn.

I was deeply impressed when I first saw the passion rushing from top to bottom. Without the tenderness of water, the beauty of water is still so incredible

. Randomly splashing, wanton and wild, with a wild and uninhibited heroic look, it dilutes the trivial matters in the world,

It washes away the compassion in people's hearts. Going up, I discovered that the water gushes out from a hole, like a pile of rolled jade. There is no concept of water at all. The pure white and bluish water is displayed at a glance. , climb to the top of the mountain, and see the words Ma'anshan Reservoir

It pulls people back from the association. Artificial creation also borrows the essence of nature and changes the nature of the water. There is still some meaning

A bit of a shock. But this little feeling of loss made me wash away again when I faced the huge mountain. The whole mountain (yes, the whole mountain, not a pile of gravel) It is full of watery stories, telling what has happened and what will happen in the future.

Throughout the ages, how many people have read it and understood it. It has a reason to exist and understand it. What's the point if you don't understand it? Compared with a person who claims to be the master of all things, it contains too much content.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, there was no noise of human voices, and the sound of water outside the window was like the sound of heavy rain. The dignified mountains and the lively water are dependent on each other day and night. Some people have speculated that they were created 70,000 years ago, but I would rather believe that they existed with the sun and the moon and the heaven and the earth. If it were not the beginning of chaos, they would have existed. There will be no seamless harmony.

If there is no water, excessive solemnity will make the mountain feel lonely. Without the support of the mountain, without the softness and enchantment, water should be

< p>What kind of water, "landscape" is so perfectly combined. Relying on the love of mountains, water can express its own personality without any scruples, rushing from the top of the mountain, like breaking through all the world, with arrogance and a little bit of savagery, like a willful woman. The child,

shows her unique youthfulness. "White hair three thousand feet" and "The Milky Way falls in the nine sky" can certainly make people feel "ah", but from the silence of the mountain, I read more tolerance and appreciation, and tasted it. What kind of state should it be with a strong atmosphere of love

!

In the care of the mountain, the water has put away a little of its enthusiasm and beauty, and injected more tenderness along the body of the mountain, just telling it tirelessly

~~With the company of water, mountains have deeper thoughts. They use their infinite vitality to absorb and nurture tens of thousands of lives, still, squirming, and flying. , jumping... these are all its children, and they can all laugh and play on it as much as they want. It loves all the misbehavior with the heart of a father.

The earth-shattering explosion that I couldn't bear,

blasted the skin of the mountain and frightened its children. It was crying, even though it couldn't cry. My heart was full of sadness, for

p>

The silence of the mountain, the pain filled the helpless eyes!

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The longing that cannot be contained by the eyes

Quietly moistening the space of the heart

A low century-old house

Looking at

Wearing red flowers

Wearing red hijab

The life of the bride and groom

This is the rainy season

The door is closed

Like closed eyes

A light mist

It will always be generated unconsciously

< p>The lost past

Cannot bring joyful reunion

Leave a section for yourself

Let your thoughts drift in the lonely ocean

Melancholy

Like the falling leaves in autumn

Chasing the setting sun

A round dream

should be the heart A place where children live

Melancholy

Like a boat floating in the sea

Wandering without a destination

Is the best sadness< /p>

I really can’t find a good one

The feeling of living

As if there is no reason

Melancholy...

What if deliberate forgetfulness

is the condensation of dew on the grass blades

The promise of the sun

How should we interpret it?

Nothing

I remember the afternoon when I first met you

The sun filled the cabin

The fixed gaze

< p>I am destined to cry for you

Too many tears

Can’t pour out the cold heart

I don’t know why

To be tortured

Is this life?

The result of giving up

The heart dries up

The sudden feeling

Crying for you is not worth it

Looking at loveless marriages

I discovered

Ten years ago and ten years later

I still have nothing

I dare not Talk about losing lightly

Because you have never had it

Rely on beautiful bubbles

Prop up a colorful dream

Cannot tolerate collisions The reality

There is no room for survival anymore

Tear apart

With silent consequences

Just like the blood-red setting sun

p>

What is shown is just helplessness

I really want to go to the end of the street lamp to experience the feeling of melting into the night. Of course, I have no resentment towards the street lights, and my mood cannot be used as an excuse. As always, troubles are coming like a tide, suffocating and squeezing me who has nowhere to hide. What I need at this time is not words but silence< /p>

Mo, just walking like that, aimlessly, in the cold autumn wind, it’s not just the thoughts that tremble, there are too many things that can’t be solved just by thinking

Yes, the so-called method is just a process of letting it happen. If you can't control it, it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad. Just let it go. Everything seems unnecessary. I don’t know that when a person is really tired, she doesn’t even have the right to stop and rest. Has she lost herself? If a mediocre person has no tears, has she lost her soul? A person without a soul, does she still have the meaning of existence? Dragging an empty skin and walking in the world, except for the extra congestion, it really has no value

. I envy the fate of a fallen leaf. Leave everything to the wind and let it go, whether it is the wilderness or the street. Accept the arrangement with peace of mind. Any corner can become an ideal place to stay. .

I am very sad for myself. The ignorance I had at the beginning has turned into the helplessness now. I have never been so painful and helpless as now. I am unwilling to be mediocre but I have to

Isn’t it mediocre? I really want to slap myself for trying to gain understanding from an ignorant person. Huddled in a narrow tribe, licking the wounds that kept bleeding over and over again, the intention of self-abuse became more and more clear. Who can tell me there is a better way than this? Maybe it’s really time

it’s time to make up my mind to give up on this marriage. I really can’t make myself happy. Thinking about the ten years of marriage, I feel so confused

There is not even the slightest bit of happiness to take stock of. Ten years, I don’t know how many more decades I have left to waste. I don’t dare to imagine whether I can live another ten years like this in such an environment.

I want to learn new knowledge, and I don’t want to indulge in inaction. How is this wrong? A person whose understanding of computers is only at the "chat

stage, a person who thinks "chat" is a bad style, a person who has lived together for ten years, is so stingy

< p>They are so stingy that they don’t give me any space, and there is no space for me to write a diary. What energy do I have? How much I want to enrich myself

and truly enrich myself with knowledge. The growing sense of crisis is oppressing me, and the growing sense of professionalism is urging me. Really

p>

I want to do something, so that I won’t regret wasting my time in the future. Before everything has begun, unwarranted charges have come one after another, and the computer has become the culprit, a microcomputer. It has become a simple typewriter. (The reason is probably just because I am afraid of chatting.) This is not good.

Writing a diary has to be checked several times. A person cannot even get basic respect, but he can still have it. What? Are you happy? Don't expect it.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I am thirty-three years old. I don’t know how long the road ahead will be. I have been frustrated and disappointed in the past, but I have never been as disappointed as I am now.

Such a failure is a heart-wrenching pain that makes you confused and unable to sleep at night. Jian Ao feels "so good",

I will never forget it, "Happy birthday" I will say to myself tomorrow

p>

Today is a rare good weather. When you open the curtains, the sun is pouring in. You have to close your eyes to adapt to this intense enthusiasm.

The chill of autumn cannot be stopped. chrysanthemum opening. I really like this kind of large and flamboyant chrysanthemum. When fully unfolded, it is as big as the mouth of a bowl. The stretched petals naturally roll back and are as smooth as silk, which makes people feel very happy. The feeling of the ancient hydrangea is unreal out of thin air. To touch it, it is cool, thin and tender, without the plastic-like hardness in the visual sense. < /p>

Youran felt a cloud of pity, looking at the small flower that had just spit out a petal tip, and couldn't help but wonder, would it be a painful process to bloom?

It struggled so hard to break free, and revealed it bit by bit with difficulty, like pinched fingers struggling to open, gestating for a season, it must be a painful and beautiful process. Because the word "bloom" itself means rupture. After all, rupture is the peeling off layer by layer. Demutation means exposing the bleeding tender flesh to the sun, wind and rain from the shackles. , whether such a bloom will be beautiful is unknown, and it is not a bad thing to wither on the way. After all, there are only a few who can hold it up and show it.

I once imagined myself as a burning candle and the other person as an iceberg. I closed my eyes and saw the flickering candlelight and the iceberg.

Put aside the image. The tragic colors should be beautiful. I stubbornly believe that the familiar reality should appear on the cover or back cover of a certain magazine. But why haven't I seen it yet? It has been fixed as a painting in my mind. , can’t be waved away or erased. If a candle gives up

melting icebergs and pursues its own burning process, will the result be like these beautiful chrysanthemums?

If you think about it carefully, it is a mistake to have unrealistic imagination. If you hang yourself on the lottery, you will have too many helplessness

Even though it contains real life, the raindrops falling to the ground wet not only the spiritual diary.

Feel life, like drinking a cup of coffee without sugar. What you swallow slowly is no longer a simple bitter taste. The reward of failure should become

an accumulation that cannot be ignored.

To seek happiness with determination, you will undoubtedly find a needle in a haystack. The nothingness is as misty as the wisps of smoke in the sky, and the little ones are as graceful as a fairyland, but

it will eventually disappear in an instant without leaving anything behind. traces, so let nature take its course. If you look through history, you really can't find any reason to be happy. It's better to let go and put yourself in an imaginary desert or grassland... ..Anywhere

King, queen, princess...any status belongs to you. The blue sky, white clouds, green grass and creek are all yours. How wonderful, this< /p>

This feeling, even though I can only have the power and space to imagine by hiding in the bathroom, I am content with it. After all, this completely belongs to me

No one else can control it. This was enough to make me smile coldly at myself in the mirror.

In the recent paragraph, I have become more and more tempted to recite Ye Ting's "Prison Song" loudly. The door for people to enter and exit is locked, and the hole for dogs to crawl out is open. A voice

shouted: Climb out and I'll set you free. I long for freedom, but I know deeply how a human body can crawl out of a dog hole

! I hope that one day, the fire underground will burn me and this living coffin together. Deserve eternal life in fire and blood!

The background is different and the starting point will be different, but my mood at the moment should be no different from the author's, and I firmly believe this.

Walking back to childhood

Pause for a moment on the steps of thirty-three years old, look back at the crooked footprints behind you, and it should be your childhood that is full of smiles.

My childhood was a night when it was snowing heavily. I would lie on the bed with my arms around the hot bricks wrapped in flannel that my mother was heating in the stove for dinner.

Imagining the darkness? Is there something like a ghost appearing on the roof of the ruins? Then he suddenly pulled the quilt over his head, covering his head and not daring to sweat

.

My childhood was spent listening to my mother’s song: “There are eighteen window lattice windows. My mother taught me to learn a little tune.” not enough. For "the bench is crooked, sit on it obediently", you always have to imagine a child with a red bellyband, a teapot and a bare butt, laughing and riding on the stool.

When I was a child, I would carry a stool and follow the adults for miles to watch movies. At that time, I would usually get the exact news in the afternoon, and I would urge my mother to make

meals early and eat in a hurry. A large group of people, including adults and children from almost half the village, set off in a mighty way, cheering as they went. When they came back, they always exchanged legs very quickly in the middle of the crowd, fearing the bad guys in the movie. Appeared suddenly, returned home and quickly went to bed.

Usually when the sound of mother's door latch sounded, I had already got into bed and started to reminisce about the plot of the movie. What impressed me most was that the bad guy was holding a huge piece of meat. He ate it so much that oil flowed from the corner of his mouth. He swallowed his saliva and fell asleep. When he woke up, he couldn't remember the name of the movie. At that time

I didn’t know how the movie came about, and I always thought: when the movie was being made, it happened to be at my house, and my brother and my house were also included in the movie.

In my memory, when my eldest brother was at home, it was the most lively time in the house and the time when the laughter was the most. Everything he said could make people laugh

It hurt their stomachs, so I came up with the idea of ??letting everyone know Big Brother and listen to Big Brother’s jokes.

The earliest memory about Big Brother is that on a hot afternoon, the sweat flowing down from Big Brother’s dark and shiny back soaked the waist of his shorts

A circle, in Big Brother’s hand We were holding a bamboo stalk with a net bag made of window screen at the top. We were all barefoot. When we encountered sand without shade

, jumping quickly was the best way. We went to catch cicadas. . To the east of the village is a row of willow and locust trees. The cicadas always chirp very loudly in the afternoon. The elder brother gently leaned over the bamboo stalk in his hand and pressed it quickly. There were too many on his claws. It is difficult for a cicada with a jagged hook to escape from the net bag full of holes

At this time, I ran over, took out the cicada from the net, and put it in the small willow branch I was carrying. In the basket, if we are lucky

If we are lucky, we can catch more than ten. Of course, these trophies will belong to me. I will feed the chickens and ducks that cannot squawk, and pinch the wings of those that can squawk

< p>Just put it to your ear and let it scream as hard as you can, until your ears buzz.

As soon as the eldest brother learned to ride a bicycle, he proudly carried his two sisters one behind the other, riding in circles and circles. Later, probably

in order to show off his riding skills, he We came to a pit with deep pits on both sides, and a very narrow road in the middle. I don’t know how narrow the road is.

I remember it being quite scary. My sister sitting in the back watched what was going on. You might as well give up and jump out of the car. You can imagine the result for me and my eldest brother.

Because I trusted my eldest brother so much that I was not prepared to be afraid in advance. In addition, the descent was sudden and extremely fast, so I didn’t feel anything. It hurts

It’s just an egg-sized bump on my forehead. My eldest brother didn’t dare to take me home before dark. It seemed that he wanted me after buying candies, flowers and wedding cakes.

I promised over and over again not to tell my mother, and I pushed my hair forward again and again to make sure I couldn't see it, and then I went home. At night, sitting in front of my mother's spinning car

I couldn't help but tell my mother this matter. Now that I think about it, I regret it. Why did I say it at that time? I didn't promise my brother.

Have you? Fortunately, my mother didn't seem to blame my brother too much, otherwise I would regret it for the rest of my life.

Another time, it was also my eldest brother's car, which made me suffer a lot. That time, my eldest brother went to play cotton or something. I cried and yelled, climbed on the back seat of my eldest brother's bicycle, and left the house

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Not far away, I put my foot into the rear wheel of the car. There was a "boom" and my head fell heavily to the ground. There was a buzzing sound