Author: ice jas sources: network articles 2011-02-27 reading: times time: online submission
Double cease wel snow, travel inconvenience, at leisure boredom, ransacked bookshelf, the author's a wisp of all nostalgia, let me remember my country childhood...
His childhood, and grandparents together day is halcyon carefree, time is very slow. The courtyard of the land surface is we tap to gawk ZaoTang fire of a slippery, according to the wall in the brushed. Eaves, several pieces of blue bricks were YanShui blunt bumpy. Depression in the mud, long a few tree thin watermelon seedlings... herve leger high waist black white stripes skirt
The door, the tall old elms, be grandpa repair only thin branches, the arrival of spring, fleshy branches YuQianEr birth in warm spring breeze, doing all kinds of cracking posture. Standing on narrow alley, can see village DAMS, and minimum after high wind sways in riverside...
The courtyard of the red jujube tree early summer comes, ZaoEr hope in summer rain washing smiling face, half attack by surprise shows in the middle, shy in leaves very!
Autumn wind, corner one clump sorghum blown bending like bow, green stalks with sweet in the shishui. After the reeds in the gulf village out white ear, white, elegant photo. The field a golden, bulging pod, HanHanDe sweet corn, crank jujube branches... Nowhere not through harvest of joy.
Village west has a sweet potatoes, was removed from the sweet potato vine under DeBian thrown in. No matter on-line late-autumn, uncles who've always in charge of sweet potato fields have to snatch, searching for unexpected harvest...
The few village ZhuanWaFang between the only primary school in the village, is just after the beginning of winter, don, the 55-year-old teacher magic like, Mr Presbyopic glasses in the academy's central, overnight he built a fire. A warm room, a group of not sensible child, all listen sir tells "the People's Republic of China..."
Oh, my country childhood!
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