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Problem description:
Try to choose ordinary things that can impress people. Can write about people and things.
Analysis:
Past events
It has been more than ten years since this happened.
I am six years old. Because the second time I saw my eldest son, my fourth uncle, his interesting braids were gone.
It was between summer and autumn. It's like I haven't gone to school yet. Because my mother was afraid that I would get into fights or eat randomly when I went outside to play with Ruilong and the others, I would sit next to her every day. Except after dinner, I would take a shower and go to the door with my elder brother each with five small coins. Apart from buying Shi Yuan jelly, the rest is not allowed to go out! As for why you can eat jelly again? That's probably because my mother knew that Shiyuan jelly was rose sugar, so she didn't get sick after eating it. It turned out that the epidemic at that time was really serious. I heard from Ruilong’s mother that Yang Laoliu’s family of four had been sick since they were fifteen years old, and all of them died within three days!
We sat on mats in the small patio behind the main room. My mother took out bunches of cubes from a small black iron box and read them for me. She put a basket of hemp on her lap. The wind blowing in the alley is cool and soft, which can easily make people drowsy. When I fall on the mat, my mother always stops her work and brings me a cattail leaf fan to drive away those bugs that love to stay on people's faces. Eat mosquitoes. Occasionally, my mother would fall asleep and would wake up only when my elder brother came back from school with his schoolbag and complained that he was hungry. Then, dinner would be a little late again!
It seemed that my father had been at his old house in Jiangjiaping in the countryside for a long time, and one day he suddenly asked our fourth uncle to pick us up. The fourth uncle didn't know the meaning of the call. He probably heard about the epidemic in the city. Mom didn't say anything. She knew that the eldest and second sisters were in the countryside, so I naturally took care of them. I only asked my fourth uncle not to allow my eldest brother to bathe in the creek in the countryside.
Because my eldest brother came back a little late a few days ago, my mother rubbed his pigtails and they were still wet. She knew that he must have taken a bath in the river with some classmates, and she even beat him hard. . The fourth uncle is the eldest son. He is not fat, but he is very strong. Mom always said this is a walking person. It's a hundred and twenty miles from Tongren to Fenghuang. He can carry a load of sixty kilograms and set out early in the morning. He arrived without slandering him. How can this not be considered ruthless! When he got home, he went to the kitchen to boil water and wash his feet. The dinner we had that night was stir-fried beef with pumpkin.
While my mother was picking up vegetables to persuade him, he chose beef without spicy food and put it in my bowl. What a good fourth uncle!
We were so young back then, so my eldest brother and I each sat in a basket and carried it for my fourth uncle! Although my eldest brother is five or six years older than me, there doesn't seem to be any imbalance on my fourth uncle's shoulders. The countryside is more than 40 miles away from the city, and my mother was afraid that the sun would make us sick, so we set off as soon as it started to get white. When we reached Tangtong Mountain, which was halfway there, the sun was still red. When we reached the top of the mountain, our fourth uncle took us out and let each of us urinate. Then we all sat under a big thorn oak tree to rest. Countless small stones were placed on the branches of the tree, and there was a small room made of stones on the left side of the tree. The fourth uncle explained to us that the small house is the land of the mountain god, set up for those who drive the mountains to hunt wild boars; the stones on the trees are to express tiredness: anyone who walks a long road only needs to put a stone on the tree and he will not be tired. But when the eldest brother asked him why he didn't put a stone too, he remained silent.
His braid is as thin and long as his body. Originally, I put it on my head and then added a straw hat. I don't know whether the braid has grown too long or he is too casual. It always falls off again. When I am behind his back, the ends of the braid are always on my head. Swing up.
"Yun'er, don't make trouble! It's hard to pull me away!"
I stretched out my hand and pulled his braid, but he always said this kindly.
"Siman①, are you here?" The eldest brother asked anxiously.
"Come on, come on, come on! Brother Yun is not in a hurry, why are you so panicked? Look at me running!" He walked a little faster, and the eldest brother started shouting and had a headache again. .
He laughed at his brother's failure all the way.
At that time, my father, my aunt, my fifth uncle, and my fourth aunt were sitting on a small stool on the dirt floor in the courtyard, talking. My aunt hadn't seen me for two years, so she hugged me and kissed me again and again. Dad asked us again if we were hungry. In fact, we were already full after eating sweet wine and rice tofu on the road. When the lights were on, I saw the eldest sister, the second sister, and aunt Mangu coming in with a bunch of radishes in their hands.
My eldest sister and I waited in my aunt's room to sleep at night.
The countryside is much more interesting! It's not too hot, and there are very few mosquitoes at night. The eldest sister seemed to be familiar with everything after arriving for a long time. The next morning, she led me to the sheep pen to watch the sleeping white sheep, which were smaller than cats. In the cattle pen, the cows were sucking milk with their necks tilted up.
We went to the bamboo garden to see bamboo again. At that time, I thought bamboo was really a strange thing. It turns out that the bamboos in the city are usually so big that people selling meat to make money boxes at the butcher table are amazing! But when my eldest sister taught me to try hugging those Nanzhu trees in the back garden, I couldn’t touch them with my hands. Mangu secretly went to the garden ridge to pick more than ten peaches. Then we ran to the edge of the creek outside the gate and picked up a bag of flower clam shells.
Everything felt novel: for example, the dozen or so white ducks that Uncle Wu fed would fly from the pond ridge across the creek with one wing.
When Fourth Uncle and the others went to the stream to catch fish at night, they didn't need any nets, just a torch and a sickle. My aunt feeds seven or eight pheasants, which can fly up to the house or the tree, but will not fly away; and as long as you hold a handful of rice in your hand and tease it in your mouth, they will rush to come to you. . Everything has a taste. We would go to nearby villages to play during the day, and at night we would always sit together in the courtyard and listen to the stories of my aunt learning to hunt wild boars and badgers. My aunt is so kind. When we go to bed, she always takes out fried rice, chestnuts and crispy beans from the big oil jar for us to eat!
The peaches on the back garden ridge are already overripe, and Mangu always steals them for us several times a day.
My father rarely comes out, and my fourth and fifth uncles never speak. Occasionally, when I meet my aunt, she just smiles and says: "Xiao'e, you forgot to complain about your stomachache again!" You really don’t listen to me - Yun’er, don’t listen to your Aunt Man. If you eat too much, you’ll spoil your stomach! Give me a hand, or you won’t be able to eat chicken legs again at night!”
There is a market in the countryside! The place doesn't seem to be very close, and there is usually no meat for sale in the small village except for the market on Monday and Saturday every five days. Therefore, we ate chicken almost every day, but since I was young, the chicken thighs were always mine.
What we love to see and fear most are the millstones and the automatic waterwheel in the small milling house on the dam in the south of the river; Uncle Wu is in charge of the milling house. The round grindstone is fixed on a wooden stake and just rotates. Uncle Wu was like an ashes seller, covered in chaff. He only used a broom to sweep the rice out of the grinding trough between the endlessly rotating grindstones. He didn't seem to be bothered at all. When the millstone came to him, he jumped and gave way to the millstone. We were anxious for him and admired his courage. The waterwheel is also smelly, made of bamboo poles of different lengths and eight shorts. Its purpose is to irrigate fields higher than the stream itself.
Some of the bigger ones are bigger than the house, and the smaller ones also have a mat. They are erected one after another near the road, turning quickly because of the rushing water in the ditch, and some of them are even making noises. Yili made a strange and unpleasant cry, and poured water from the bamboo tube next to the car onto the hanging tree. What's scary about it is that when the water in the tube occasionally overflows outside the window, the water will slam onto the road. If you are not careful, your clothes will become soaked. We stood at a distance and watched the passers-by look funny as they rushed past with their heads in their hands. Although Mangu is only four years older than me, I am used to seeing her dare to walk around below. The eldest sister and aunt knew which joint would be used when the car overflowed. Needless to say, they were not afraid of getting wet!
It’s just me and my eldest brother and second sister, but we don’t dare to try it anyway.
Past events
I remember a song that goes like this: "Mothers in the world are all the same..." Yes, they all work tirelessly for their children, I personally experienced this kind of labor that time.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and my mother took care of the housework as usual. Probably on a whim, I decided to participate in this labor. , my mother was forced to agree, but she only asked me to wash the dishes and mop the floor. I knew it was because my mother was feeling distressed while watching me grow in exercise.
I followed my mother's usual appearance, First put in hot water, then pour some dishwashing liquid, use a cloth to soak the bowl left and right, wipe it from front to back, and look at the countless bubbles that bubble up, and you can't help but feel a little unhappy! But soon " The enemy is at hand" - the rice dregs remaining on the bowl kept resisting, and I tried my best to "eliminate them". Finally, I entered the last step, and I removed the washed mess. I replaced the water, put in clean water, and rinsed the washed bowls again. Only then did I realize that many of the bowls were still greasy. Apparently I was still a novice. I had no choice but to start all over again. The final second wash ensured that Yes, a smile bloomed on my face again.
In comparison, mopping the floor was much harder. Because I was still young at that time, my palms were probably only comparable to those of a rag doll, and I couldn't wring the mop dry. , I had to wipe it with a cloth. The first hygiene corner stumped me. I picked up the cloth with my hands and couldn't wipe it off. Just when I was at a loss, I said, "Come here and let me teach you." My mother put down her hands. As he was talking, he took out a wet wipe and wiped it up, making the dust stick to the wet wipe. Full of childishness, I clamored to do it myself. "Okay!" My mother said to me in a comforting tone. Saying that, he started doing his own thing again... Finally, he wiped it for the first time, but his waist couldn't help but "internal strife", his feet joined the team, and his hands were "tortured". Wrinkle. As soon as I lay on the bed, I stretched, wiped the sweat from the tip of my nose, and started to wipe it for the second time...
There was something coming from the radio. The standard mezzo-soprano interrupted my thoughts: "Once upon a time, in order to win the favor of a witch, a young man tore out his mother's heart. When he fell while running, the heart spoke: "My child, you were hurt by the fall. Are you gone...""Yes, there is always a kind of love that will make you burst into tears...
The past cannot be forgotten
The past is like smoke, Once it's over, it won't come back. If I could do it all over again, I would definitely not leave any regrets... - Inscription
Grandpa is gone, gone forever. No matter how much I called him, he still left me.
He left and never came back. Heavy raindrops fell down, it was the rain that saw him off.
He left, and I thought about him every night when I went to sleep, so I had to shed tears secretly, and the tears wet half the pillow.
In my memory, my grandfather was thin and wearing blue clothes. Walking up and down the path in front of my house...
Once, when a neighbor was building a house, wedding candies were thrown away. Geely) Grandpa got up early in the morning like a child. Wait there early to grab wedding candies. For this reason, the adults all laughed at Grandpa, but Grandpa ignored him and continued to have fun fighting with a group of children. After finally grabbing a few, he couldn't bear to eat them and hid them all under his pillow.
Early the next morning, my grandfather called me over and took out the candy cockroaches hidden under his pillow: "Leer, you can eat these wedding candies!" Then he gave me those candies. I didn't care much about his candies at the time, but I still took them and said hypocritically: "Thank you, grandpa!" which made grandpa laugh happily. But I sighed secretly in my heart: Grandpa is so stupid. You can deceive him with just a few words. After returning home, I saw many delicious cookies at home, so I forgot about the candies my grandpa gave me.
Whenever I see interesting things like chickens and fish, I always tell my grandfather. After listening to this, grandpa always stroked my head with his big rough hands and said: "Le'er, look, the chick is looking for insects in the grass. Once someone wants to hurt it, the mother chicken will always fight for it regardless of her own safety." Go protect it. Mother Chicken loves them so much! Don’t your parents love you too? Le’er, you must respect your parents when you grow up!” After saying that, she looked at me meaningfully. But I pretended to understand what he said and nodded. Grandpa looked at it and showed a happy smile: "Good boy, Grandpa's love for you is not in vain." But you are secretly proud in your heart: Grandpa is so stupid, a little trick can convince him.
Now, grandpa is gone.
Why, it took me until now to understand his good intentions?
Why does it take now for me to understand that those few candies I left behind are full of my grandfather’s sincere love for me?
Why did it take me until now to understand that my grandfather taught me not to forget that my parents raised me up through ups and downs?
Why did it take me until now to understand that the grandfather, who was neither stupid nor stupid, treated his precious granddaughter with a true and pure heart?
Why? Why...
Can it be said that I really have to wait until I lose it before I know how to cherish it?
I never expected or accepted it, but my kind grandfather has become my eternal memory. But to this day, his image as an old man still appears so clearly in front of my eyes: thin, wearing blue clothes, holding the wedding candy he is reluctant to eat in his open palm...
The past cannot be forgotten or forgotten.
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