I believe many people have thought of such memories. I had the same idea when I was in primary school. At that time, I was sitting in front of the window, and the teacher was talking about the class, but I was distracted. I was thinking when I looked at the sunshine through the treetops outside the window. I now close my eyes and wait for twenty. Today, I also sat at the window and finally opened my eyes that I closed in those years. I found that there was no one around, and I had endless work on the computer alone. Suddenly, my boss came to bring me a pile of documents and said, Let me continue to do it!
I really want to go back. I don't close my eyes that time. My classmates are around me. I just worry about doing my homework in class every day. The rest of the time is carefree play. When I am hungry, I go home to eat, and I fall asleep when I am sleepy. I have no thoughts, no mobile phone, no temptation, no confusion about the future, no pressure, and I just think about today's things. If so, I think this kind of day may be gone.
people may be carefree only when they first come and when they are leaving. The middle process is extremely painful. People come to this world to experience that kind of pain, I think!
when I just graduated from college, I once went to an internet cafe, and a person next to me was playing games. As a result, I went up to turn on my computer and turned off the host directly. Just as I was staring at my screen and waiting to turn it on, the man angrily asked me, "Why did you turn off my phone?"
I looked puzzled and said, "No, I'm opening my own computer!" "
"Nothing, look, look, you turned off my phone, and my game is at a critical moment." He pointed to his display screen and showed it to me.
I looked at his dark screen and looked down silently. It turned out that every time I went to the Internet cafe, the host was on the right, but this time it was on the left.
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when I was six years old, I made a move (in my young mind at that time, it was no less than a national event) that I remembered for thirty-one years.
Six-year-old rural children born in 1987 should have the same experience as me.
at that time, rural land had just bid farewell to the work-sharing system and had been divided into households for a few years. There are four people in my family. The year I was born and those born before August were all assigned to the fields. I was born in September, so naturally there is no such thing. It was not until I was ten years old that I divided the fields again. My brother and I ate for ten years in vain. For six years, most families had many children. Although they had enough food and clothing, there were still some families with many boys in the village who grinded corn into flour and mixed it with flour for several months a year. The wheat will be harvested in June of the following year. If you don't eat miscellaneous grains, you won't pick them up.
when I was a child, there were many beggars. Almost every two days, different people go door-to-door to beg, and once every two or three months. Under normal circumstances, corn flour steamed bread will be given, and it is half. Relatively speaking, my family's life is a little better, and the criterion for judging is not to eat miscellaneous grains, so corn flour will only appear at home when I pester my mother to make corn steamed bread. At that time, I was young. I thought it was pitiful for them to go so far to beg. My parents were not at home. I always chose the biggest one to give to the beggar. When others knew it, they called me stupid. Fortunately, my parents didn't reprimand me for it.
I say this because I want to tell you that life was a little bitter when I was a child. At that time, if I wasted flour, it was a serious matter in the eyes of my parents. If I knew it, I would definitely be scolded or beaten.
The age of five or six years old is only a little higher than the pots and pans at home, but they undertake the mission of taking care of their younger brothers and sisters and cooking for their parents who work in the fields all day. I always can't do it well, and I'm timid. Every time I pull the bellows, the stove doesn't catch fire, so I choke myself and cough again and again. When I make porridge, I run outside when I see that the porridge has a pot of bubbles, covering my ears with fear.
once, when I was cooking porridge, (because the porridge had to be stirred into a paste first, and then poured into the pot after the water boiled), I added less water, which was particularly sticky. At that time, I didn't know that if it was too thick, I could continue to cook with some water, so I thought of a way, dug a hole in the yard, poured the paste into it, and buried it, fearing that my parents would see the traces, so I went to get it. In this way, after a long time of fear, I never dared to tell anyone about it. I didn't tell it until I went home a few years ago and told my family about my childhood. At that time, the whole family was going crazy with laughter, but I couldn't laugh.
Because, at that time, it was a big event for me, something about being beaten.
interesting stories from childhood!
What impressed me the most was one time when my friends and I played the games of "Mud" and "Boiling Pot", and the water didn't come and was cut off. At this time, we were playing hard! What should I do? I used my quick wits-I took a horn, stood in a higher place and shouted, "Dear parents, my family is in a hurry to use water. Please be considerate and let my family use it again!" I shouted, it really had some effect, and the water came as expected. . The partners are so happy! After a while, the water didn't come again. I brought my horn and shouted, and I said something about urgent water use. Originally, the farmers were tinkling in the fields, so they all stopped and listened to my propaganda. Sure enough, I came after shouting water!
I thought it was quite interesting at that time! Looking back now, it's really funny, laughing at a child, as ignorant as an adult, but never going back ... < P > More than one thing.
I am five or six years old, and I want it myself when I see my mother menstruating. Hiding in the back of the house and scratching under it, it really bled, but it burned.
another time, I called my little friend and shared with her an amazing discovery, that is, I felt very comfortable with something under my arm. I also taught her again and again! Do you know what it is? Masturbation!
now that I think about it, it's embarrassing.
Parents avoid talking about those physiological knowledge, and are also forbidden to go to Internet cafes. The biology teacher also used soy sauce until I was twenty years old. I thought children were pulled out from places where they defecated!
In a word, talking about the physiological knowledge and sexual knowledge that makes a tiger turn pale makes me feel in my heart that this is an embarrassing and shameful thing and a dangerous behavior that will hurt girls. Plus, later, I succeeded and became a frigid person. Just like, belly, no hunger, no matter how delicious the food is, it is indifferent.
God, what the subject said about boredom is very similar to mine. I'm embarrassed to say it. Just say it in a few days. Maybe there is someone just like me.
that is, when I work, I look forward to getting off work. Everyone may watch the hours and stay up, but I am different. First, there is no clock, so it is too slow to look at the watch. I will count with my heart. One hour is 36 seconds. I will start counting one hour after I leave work. This will not delay my work. I don't gossip like others. Others think I don't want to talk during my work. The leader also thinks I have a decent job. I don't know that this is how I get along. Actually, time is really fast.
but this count is not a simple count, otherwise it will not be sleepy. I'll start with half of 36, which is generally equal. Counting half of 18, counting half of 9, and so on until it's time to get off work. How about this? Is this a good idea? Sometimes it can really kill boring time, and I also develop the ability to infer time. It is estimated that 1 minutes and 5 minutes are generally accurate.
hahaha, I've done the stupidest thing ...
Every time I think about it, it's extremely embarrassing and interesting! That was when I was in the first grade of primary school. Once I took my best friend to my home as a guest. He was in a hurry and wanted to go to the toilet. On a whim, I am bohemian and love freedom. Tell him that we can pee together from the living room window (fifth floor)! He was a little timid, but with my encouragement, we implemented this wonderful project together! After the event, I was so excited!
when I left, I asked him to keep it a secret and not to mention it to anyone. As a result, this grandson told his father the whole story as soon as he got home ... Early the next morning, his father called my house and got into trouble ... The ending, you can make up for it! Ha ha ha, my mother's adult let me enjoy the texture of slippers!
The funniest and most boring thing I ever did was that a group of girls and I went to the fields to steal watermelons, and went to people's houses in the village to plant apricots from other people's houses and fell into a rotten pit in the house, which made my companions laugh. Think about how boring and funny I was at that time. How dare a 7-year-old girl do these things?