Hongmei's childhood
When Hongmei was a child, she dreamed of having a beautiful, jumping doll, that is, a doll that can sing and dance after winding, even if it is a very small toy. However, it never appeared in her childhood. The only moving toy in her family was a little yellow dog. Little yellow dog doesn't have its own name. Little yellow dog is little yellow dog, but little yellow dog is obedient and attached to people. Every time she sees little yellow dog, little yellow dog will be very excited and wag its tail, either licking her face or rolling at her feet. Wherever she goes, little yellow dog will follow. She will sit on a stone and rest, and little yellow dog will be obedient and lie next to her. She often lies beside her when little yellow dog reposes. After school, the little yellow dog jumped in front of her first and dragged her schoolbag home. The excitement made her beautiful for a long time.
Before the third grade of primary school, she was studying in her own village. In the fourth grade of primary school, she had to go to the township central primary school more than ten miles away from home. The school has regulations that students who are more than ten miles away from home have to stay, and they can go home one class in advance on Friday afternoon. At that time, I didn't dare to expect my parents to pick me up at school. Busy parents have no time to take care of her life, and she gradually learns to take care of herself and her relatives. What impressed her was the panic and pride of cooking for the first time. When she was ten years old, she came home from school on Friday. After walking more than ten miles on the mountain road, I came home tired and thirsty, opened the door of the kitchen, and there was nothing on the cooker. So she decided to do it herself. With a high chopping board, she moved to a small bench, washed and cut vegetables like her mother, started to light the fire, put firewood on it, and the fire lit up. All the procedures went smoothly. She poured some oil into the pot, then put the vegetables in the pot, listening to the sound of zi zi, thinking, there is nothing rare about cooking. However, after waiting for a long time, the food was still like that, soft. When she hooked her head and went to see the fire at the bottom of the pot, the firewood was too thick to burn and it had already gone out. She was blowing hard at the door of the stove, and thick smoke made her cry and cough. She repeated the same action over and over again, and finally the lovely little flame, with all her last ferocity, burst into flames. The fire was burning more and more brightly, and the bottom of the pot suddenly jumped up with flames. By instinct, she poured a gourd ladle of water. The smell of smoke, paste and heat whirled around the room together, so she had to go out of the kitchen door dejectedly.
In a short time, my mother came back from the field, and saw that her face was full of darkness. In her words at that time, it was the moment when a "black man" saw her mother. She couldn't help but burst out of her heart and cried with a "wow". While wiping her tears, her mother scraped off the pot and said, "Look, the pots at home have been smashed by your tears. Then she walked over and saw that there was a shallow crack at the bottom of the pot. Later, I realized that a particularly hot iron pot will burst when it is poured with cold water. After dinner, it's getting dark. Mother said, "Go to sleep. I'll take you to school tomorrow morning." How comfortable it is to lie in a warm bed at home! As dawn dawned, she got up and planned to call her mother. Listening to her parents' gentle snoring, how could she have the heart to disturb them? She might as well let her mother sleep more. She got up quietly, got dressed, picked up her schoolbag and ran to school quickly.
Hongmei recalls her childhood and feels grateful for her childhood, because after what hardships she experienced. She has developed the psychology of not relying on others and creating the world by her own ability. I left my hometown, my parents and came to a big city. In order to live and have a nest of her own in this big city, she is working hard. Although she encountered many difficulties in finding a job, she knew that it was useless to be afraid and cry in the face of difficulties. Instead of waiting, she should make up her mind, face it calmly and go on bravely. Because she believes that the ups and downs she experienced in her childhood are a rich book of life, which will give too much wisdom and gain too much in her future life.