Burn large

I was born in the 1950 s. When I was four months old, in order to avoid the Korean War, I came to Dalian from Anton (now Dandong) who was full of war. As far as I can remember, my family has lived in a large courtyard, which consists of two courtyards. My family lives in the center, facing a long hutong, with my family as the center, divided into two corridors, there is a courtyard in the east and west, and I don’t know how many houses I have lived in. Out of the hutong, there is a path decorated by people, which is very spacious. There is also a long empty field beside the path, there are more than a dozen piles of tall haystacks (of course, it is the masterpiece of our children), and the back of the house is the mountain, which is exactly the Hill, neither high nor short. There is a big grass slope in front of the mountain, except for winter, they are all very beautiful. In spring, we dig potherb, bitter herbs, shepherd’s purse, mother-in-law, wild garlic here —- we will be scolded for digging discontent baskets. In summer, the wormwood is pulled out and braided into long braid, which is used to smoke mosquitoes at Night. The extra ones will be sold at a corner. If the money is sold, the adults will confiscate it when they know it, I don’t know, just keep it myself. In autumn, a scyck, or a rake (used to hug grass), a rope, go to the hillside, go to the forest, prepare for the thatch for heating in winter. The big haystack in front of the door was built by us with sweat beads. It was another autumn, and the weather was getting cold gradually. The grass nearby was not oily enough, so I didn’t want to go far away, so I got into a wire mesh. This is a military base, which is not allowed to enter, but the grass there is thick, and there will be a lot of hands without too much effort. I didn’t dare to go too far, so I started to work on the edge, and after a while there were a lot of things. What I did was very interesting. Suddenly there was a shout, and the little soldier standing guard found that there was a shooting inside. Actually, he couldn’t reach here at all, which was separated by 18,000 miles, but he still drove me out. I ignored him and refused to go out. He was anxious and threw a stone with big nails here. I was angry at him with a crooked mouth and squinted eyes, and at the same time I speeded up, got in and out, and finally carried out piles of weeds. The hand was cut, the wiredrawing hurt, the clothes also split a long cut, the face was spicy, like a fire. Looking at the big haystack, I sang a song directly excitedly. When I finished bowing the straw, I was dumbfounded. There were too many. At my age of 6, I couldn’t take it home at all —- throw it away, reluctant. Just when I was in a dilemma, a 15-year-old boy, with a rope wrapped around his waist and a scyck, came over from the high slope far away-he belonged to our compound. The boy is very naughty, and we usually bother him. Seeing the big haystack under my feet, I looked envious on my face. I still remember what he bullied us at ordinary times. I ignored him for fear that he would rob my grass. Just yourself, yeah, no one answered? No one, just myself. I am very honest. He smiled with an ambiguous smile: Why do you pick up grass? Burn, don’t cook? Do you still need to burn grass?, what to burn? Burn your thighs. Wrap your thighs with yellow mud and put them on the fire. When the meal is ripe, your legs will not hurt at all. My family will burn your thighs when cooking. I don’t need to hug the grass anymore. I can play with my friends, kick shuttlecock, jump rope and jump into a house, and grab a lot of things —- I was so happy that I suddenly went crazy. I threw away all the rope of the rake and ran home, to tell my mother that there was no need to burn grass any more —- burning legs was nonsense. That boy just wanted to tease me, but I didn’t expect that I would take it seriously. Of course, that pile of grass was cheaper than that bastard. My mother was angry and laughing when she came home, and wanted to settle accounts with that bastard. My father said forget it, kid, don’t be serious. In the next few days, that bastard seemed to hide from me a bit. One day he hit the front, and he unexpectedly gave me a handful of jujube. I didn’t mention it until he joined the Army. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Military

On the birthday, I got together with my husband’s several comrades-in-arms. I drank to half a deep night and recalled the old things in the Army. Time passed by, but the past was still in front of me. Now I think it’s all fun. There is a Hebei soldier in the story of the new elder brother, who is the second generation of officials. He has a good family condition and a sense of superiority, but he doesn’t like to be on duty. From the company to the command post, we have to go up a hill, which is dense oak forest and endless corn. The monitor was also a soldier of Hebei province, who covered him everywhere, but he was always not on duty, which inevitably caused dissatisfaction among everyone. For this reason, the monitor racked his brains and even threatened and seduced him, but it had little effect. One day, the monitor suddenly had a whimsy and said to the soldier: If you go on duty tonight, I will eat corn for you in the cookhouse squad. Xiaobing asked him where to find corn? The monitor said: there are plenty of corn fields beside the command post. Everyone exclaimed: such behavior is the same as theft! The monitor said calmly: Kong Yiji said that stealing books was not stealing, nor did he steal corn. The soldiers said worriedly: monitor, take care of yourself! The squad leader waved his big hand and glanced at his soldiers with the sight of overlooking all mankind: It was a big surprise that I had been fighting for these years, not to mention that three heads and six arms were also steel bones. Don’t talk nonsense, work! Everyone dispersed in a hubbub, and the second generation of the official also went to the command post happily. At midnight, the soldiers returned at night. After getting out of the command post, he went to the Yangchang path in the cornfield. The moon hung in the middle of the sky, the night was as cold as water, breathing the fragrance of mountains and wild fields, thinking of the fresh and sweet corn cooked for them by the lovely monitor. The soldiers were eager to return and walked like flying. Suddenly, they heard a depressing cry from the corn field: Help me! The sensitivity of the profession made them stop immediately and asked warily: who? The monitor’s familiar voice came: Cut the crap, it’s me! Everyone ran into the corn field following the sound and saw the lovely monitor squatting naked in the Ridge and ditch with bare arms, beating the eggplant with Frost. Everyone held the monitor up with all hands and feet. Some soldiers who would come earlier took off their coats and trousers and put them on for the monitor, then asked the monitor: what’s going on? The monitor’s big mouth was cracked: I X, was caught by a young person, now, all the clothes have been given. Everyone was filled with indignation and said that the common people were too evil. Didn’t they just want to eat a few ears of your corn? As for do this? Can’t be humiliated, let’s fight with them! The monitor glanced at his soldiers again with the sight of overlooking all mankind: quarrel with XX, forget it, the elder man can bend and stretch, withdraw! So a group of defeated troops fled away. Song Ge’s story in those years, the family yard of the army was a bungalow. The family members had nothing to do but to open up wasteland and grow vegetables, which not only increased the interest of life, became close to nature, but also satisfied the desire of mouth and mouth, killing two birds. There was a small yard in front of each house, which was like a companion. They were all waiting for the green oil and a piece of vitality. Cucumber, Persimmon, eggplant, beans and all kinds of seasonal vegetables are available. Since the soldiers were frustrated in stealing corns, they cast their covetous eyes to the family Hospital. So backyard, huo qi xiao qiang. A defected platoon leader was in charge of the investigation. Every time the target turned off the light and went to sleep, the soldiers who came back on duty went deep into the vegetable garden to commit crimes. Wherever they went, branches and leaves fell, and the fruits disappeared. Because the initiator was the platoon leader who grew up at the first level of the squad, the soldiers were more unscrupulous. On the contrary, when the sky fell down, there were tall men holding them. They took a shift and stared at the screen for several hours. Their eyes were full, how big is it to eat your fruits, pears and peaches, and the fertilizer and water will not fall into others’ fields? They first stole from the chief of the unit, until the chief of the unit was basically stolen to be destitute, then moved to the chief of the unit, then the chief of staff, and so on. The heads looked at the declining garden and knew that it was those soldiers who did it. They didn’t care about it and laughed it off. In the past few days, I stole it to a chief of staff. The chief of staff was a man of temperament. He was easygoing and humorous. He was visited by thieves for several days, so he wanted to play a joke with them and clean up these boys. On this night, the chief of staff told the family members to turn off the lights and rest early. The platoon leader looking out of the wall was very happy when he saw the chief of staff turned off the light so early. A gesture called out the lurking soldiers. They rubbed a few times over the wall and climbed into the ditch and began to sweep. No matter it is green apricot hard plum, or Persimmon cucumber, as long as it is fruit, put it into the vest. When the battle was half full, the light of the chief of staff’s house suddenly turned on. The chief of staff walked out with his teeth as if nothing had happened. Standing beside the garden, he began to brush his teeth. The soldiers lay on the ground and dared not move. Because of the high moisture and water vapor in the ground, and the inexhaustible plant juice with full fragrance, mosquitoes swarmed and bitten their naked skin arbitrarily, let alone beating mosquitoes, they dared not move even if they even made a move. They were afraid that once they spoke out, the chief of staff would make a phone call and the guard company would tie them up. Finally, the chief of staff finished brushing his teeth and strolled into the room. The soldiers prayed that the chief of staff would turn off the light quickly so that he could run away. How could he expect the chief of staff to wear a white towel on his shoulder, I came out again with a basin of washing water. The chief of staff had washed it for more than ten minutes, during which he kept shouting to the house: I said, there are so many mosquitoes today! After the chief of staff brushed his teeth and washed his face, he sat on the small stool in the yard enough, then he smiled meaningfully and went home to turn off the lights. At this time, the poor soldiers hid in the ground, damp and stuffy, I have been bitten to death by mosquitoes. The platoon leader who was waiting anxiously brought back the dejected soldiers, and made a deep examination in front of all the assaulters. The general idea is: As the platoon leader and the general commander of the operation, I don’t know enough about the enemy’s situation, make bad judgements and misinformation, which makes our soldiers pay a heavy price to stabilize the morale of the Army, tonight, I instructed the cookhouse squad to temporarily add meals for all the Rangers. Haha, while a ruler, Chief is chief, Daoxing deep! Postscript: all kinds of fun in the army are numerous. The time when passion was burning is really missed. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…