In the morning, I sat by the bed reading. The computer plays sweet music, accompanied by the sound of mother washing clothes. "When I was young …" Then my mother told me about her fleeting time. I will think of this song: we sit by the high grain pile and listen to our mother telling the past.
I closed the book and listened quietly. "When it is foggy and bright, the children get up and go to school. It takes more than an hour from the village to the school. Walking on the muddy road, leaving a series of lovely footprints. When I got to the stream, I only saw the colorful pebbles at the bottom of the stream and smiled at them! After crossing the stream, I walked on a winding path.
Along the way, the children's silvery laughter touched people's hearts. ...
At school, children walk into the classroom together. Put down the schoolbag and pick up the book to read early. At that time, the economy was bad, and a school had only one classroom.
It's noon. Today's lunch is winter melon soup Although everyone didn't get much, the children ate with relish.
How time flies! I am in junior high school.
I remember once, I brought winter melon soup and white rice. Put it in the dormitory.
At noon, I opened my lunch box and saw: Why … my winter melon soup turned into kimchi … and it was changed.
Now, I am almost 40 years old. But when I gave birth to you, a lovely little Fu Bao, I was relieved. "Mom said, still smiling from time to time.