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That’s 92 years of a fall, my father took me to county school, that year I exactly 11-year-old. I still remember clearly that the day I left home, the sky was hazy and the clouds were pressed very low, which made people worried about falling down and hitting their heads. The chilly autumn wind blowing at the door of the house was mixed with a little bit of rain. Mother got up early in the morning and put on an apron to cook. There were several hens laying eggs in the family. Mother was reluctant to eat the eggs laid by the hens. She saved them one by one and made up a basket. Then she mentioned that some oil and salt were sold in the city. I remembered that there was a blue-gray laying hen at home, which was stolen by others. My mother cried for several days with sadness. But that day, my mother became generous at once. She caught a hen weighing more than 5 Jin and asked her father to kill it. She put it into a pot and stew it into a pot. My parents were reluctant to clip a chopstick and kept putting it into my bowl. My younger brother became sensible and rushed to add food to me. My mother packed up my luggage. The pink bed sheet was folded flat and neat carefully. She gently put clothes in the bag and changed clothes together with selfless maternal love, accompany me to study abroad. Villagers used straw to make beds, but they were reluctant to use quilts. But my mother was afraid that I would freeze, so she brought me two quilts at home, Make the bed thin and cover the body thick. I changed into new clothes, put on leather shoes for the first time, and tied a belt for the first time. My mother squatted down and carefully pulled the corner of my clothes for me. After finishing these, my mother asked my father to go out, and she hid in the kitchen with tears. My brother is feeding cattle in the yard. That was a docile old cattle, chewing fresh grass. I herd cattle up the mountain every day. It never runs around. When I am full, I go to the ditch to drink water by myself. When it gets dark, I shake my tail and go home. I gently stroked the old scalper with my hand. It looked up at me with soft and friendly eyes, with concerns and reluctance flowing in its eyes. It stretched out its warm tongue and licked the back of my hand. I couldn’t help anymore. Tears burst out of my eyes, but I was afraid that my father would be sad, so I hurriedly wiped off the string of tears with my clothes corner. After my father, I turned back step by step and left the familiar and warm ancestral house, leaving the blood-linked relatives. My father walked slowly as if he had something in his mind and sighed step by step, the wrinkled face was always tense, and the brows were twisted into a rope. Crossing the ancient bridge at the head of the village, the big black dog in the family ran after me desperately with four legs open. It whined and circled around me. The big black dog spent a happy and happy childhood with me. It would fight with me and accompany me up the mountain to mow grass and herd cattle. When I was bullied by children in the neighborhood, it would rush to help me fight. When my sister went out, it was only a few Jin, but a few years later, when my sister came home, it was as strong as a calf. My father was afraid of the black dog biting my sister, and always said to him that he was a family member. The black dog sniffed on my sister’s shoes, and then shook its tail happily to welcome her home. The big black dog followed me all the time, but it seemed to find something, biting my trouser legs with its mouth and preventing me from going forward. My father touched its head and said softly, We went to the city. We had a long way to go. We didn’t come back until the evening. The black dog nodded, but still didn’t go back. He squatted on the ground with his ears standing still. When I climbed over the mountain ridge and turned around, I saw that the black dog hadn’t come home yet. A dark shadow shook in front of my eyes. My father was afraid that I would be tired and sat down beside a ditch flowing with mountain spring water. My father took out a cigarette bag, groping for tobacco leaves with his trembling right hand, but he took out nothing for a long time. Father simply poured all the tobacco leaves in the cigarette bag on the ground, and put them in pieces. My father seemed to be looking for something, but he found nothing. He sighed. It took him more than half a day to wrap and pack the cigarette. His father put it in his mouth and smoked it, but he never found that the fire was not lit. My father took out the cigarette holder, touched my head and said softly, “Son, you are only a teenager. You are not at ease alone, but farming is very bitter, only by reading can there be a way out. You should study hard, study hard, and don’t get into trouble. 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