Essay: My Childhood

In my heart, I don't want to think of my childhood, because the past of my childhood has been sealed in my memory. However, I don't know why, every night I inadvertently dream back to my hometown and remember my childhood.

A small tun located on the north side of the town, with more than forty households. In the middle of the road south of Tunzi, there are two earthen houses in my family, and there is a tall apricot tree in the garden, and I vaguely remember the origin of this apricot tree, in the spring of that year, my grandfather implemented the policy and was about to return to the county to work, and the house where he lived was sold, and there was a small apricot tree in the garden, which was dug up by my mother's second brother in the swaddling on her back and planted in the garden.

A few years later, the almond tree grew and blossomed like the second brother in the swaddling. Every spring, under the spring breeze, the apricot trees in the garden are full of buds and pink apricot blossoms, attracting swarms of bees and butterflies to dance----

The spring wind blows, the apricot blossoms fall like snowflakes in the garden, the branches bloom with green leaves, after the apricot blossoms drift, there are green apricots, and the hungry second brother can't help but steal food, which often leads to the scolding of the mother, and the second brother runs away.

There are a few tall and thick poplar trees behind my house, and every summer, after work, my father would tie a thick rope between the two trees and let me and my second brother swing on it.

At that time, it was the happiest moment for me, and at the same time, it would attract many childhood friends, who surrounded me and wanted to go up and play for a while, and when I saw their envious eyes, a trace of pride and pride surged in my heart.

At that time, the friends in the tun, after eating, ran out, gathered in the open space next to the big puddle of my landlord, in the summer, sneaking, hide-and-seek, throwing mud cannons, fans, skating, playing, kicking shuttlecocks, pulling plows in winter, and my second brother and I could only occasionally take advantage of the busy time of my parents, sneaking out to play, because of the forgetting time of play, almost every time was timid and timid to go home waiting for my parents to clean up, but every time it was after cleaning up, my heart was happy, and I looked forward to the next time I had the opportunity to go out and play crazy again.

However, my parents also had times to relax for us, that is, every year when we entered the Waxing Moon, whenever that time, my second brother and I were like wild horses that had lost their reins, skating, playing, pulling plows in the big pit, remembering that every time we played late, we did not want to go home, even if our hands and feet were cold and red and cold.

The parents stood at the edge of the big pit, I don't know how many times they called us, everyone seemed to have discussed it, pretending not to hear, until they heard the sound of the parents almost getting angry, we ran home reluctantly, and when we got home, we couldn't help but listen to some of the nagging of our mothers, to see that your clothes were dirty, your shoes were wet, and you were not allowed to go out next time. My second brother and I didn't seem to hear it, and sometimes we secretly looked at the expressions of our parents, and we could boldly make a few grimaces.

Now, I can only listen to my mother's nagging voice in my dreams.

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