Children

Have you been frightened when you were young? For example, a poisonous snake attacked you, a ghost story disturbed you, or something else? Similar events encountered in childhood often follow you all the time. Those cruel, bloody or horrible moments are unforgettable and cannot be cast aside for a long time. In other words, they become a stubborn disease and cannot be cured for a long time. I didn’t know whether my test of my son yesterday would become a knot in his heart and a big shock. I very regret. This morning, the outside Sky hadn’t recovered from the silver light of dawn. I called him to get up, and he answered with tears that he didn’t sleep well. I didn’t know how to help him walk out of the illusion, just mention his identity and call his name —— get up, today is going to raise the flag. Then when I was in school, I read his name loudly and said goodbye. He seemed to wake up a lot from where he was, with a loud voice and powerful answer: Goodbye. But I think, he didn’t sleep well. Was it because my so-called test yesterday frightened him? We went to a friend’s home for dinner yesterday noon. When we came back, he went into the storeroom to see his car. I complained that his movement was slow, so I just gave a bang, lock him indoors. I knew that there was no light in the closed storeroom. In the dark world where I could not reach out and only heard the sound, it must put great pressure on the people in the room. He was imprisoned. Hearing his rising fear and knowing some of his thoughts, I said, “Don’t Cry, find a way to open the door by yourself, find a way by yourself. At that time, he still couldn’t control his crying and said sadly: Dad, I can’t open the door! I said: why can’t you open it? Find a way for yourself! Our voice became louder and louder, which caused the neighbors to stop. I finally couldn’t bear it. I thought I ‘d better open the door: Don’t panic, don’t panic, Dad, come and open the door! I inserted the key, but I couldn’t twist the iron door. Is the key wrong? I changed it quickly, but still couldn’t open it, and the darkness still imprisoned him. Suddenly, the horrible memory in my childhood in the past and the realistic possibility that my son would be trapped in it made me panic and didn’t know what to do. The memory of being in the dark should trace back to the two scenes of childhood. One was playing with my parents on the bed. They covered them with quilts. They felt that the solid darkness was suffocating themselves. They cried out in a suffocated voice, forcing them to open the darkness. The other is to take sweet potatoes from the sweet potato cellar. In the past, this kind of food was stored in the cellar in winter. The entrance was very small, and it was not easy for adults to go down, so a mother tied a rope from her waist, hung me down little by little, and then threw me down the basket, let me grope for a basket of sweet potatoes in the dark. There was only a beam of light at the hole, and the rest was all dark. How many secret or horrible things will hide in the inner space? When I was in a hurry, I finished the task, pinned my hope on the rope around my waist, and left my courage on the beam of light. I was scared but not scared, but the dark fragments are so deep in my memory that I will never erase the mystery and astonishment of that beam of light, as if God was yesterday. This is an old thing. What I need to do now is how to open the iron gate. Open it immediately. I guess it was my son who twisted the lock in panic and locked himself in the darkness. I forced myself to calm down: Son, don’t move. What did you do on the iron lock? Let it return to its original position and keep its original state. As expected, after a period of nervous son’s groping, I opened the door smoothly. The light covered his tears and face in a flash. I picked him up and praised him for his bravery and wit, and he could handle things in the dark; And how did that beam of light exist in his memory? Is that almost a beam to heaven? Yes, it was he who was nervous and flustered, moving the round twist of the secret lock and locked it back in the darkness. I was afraid that such experience would leave him a dark illness. After introducing the principle of anti-lock in detail, I asked him to take care of himself and return to the darkness, see how he knows himself, surpass himself and overcome difficulties. After so many times, even when I went in with him, he finally calmed his mind. However, did this scare him or not? Why is he so this morning? Perhaps, we take care of the child carefully, but unconsciously, we hurt him casually and let the child lock himself in the dark. My children. How is that beam of light in his memory? Is that almost a beam to heaven? 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Summer Fun

In the hot summer, memory is like a mat spreading out, conveying me a little coolness, flowing in the leisurely. I always like to live in my aunt’s house in my summer childhood, because there are too many temptations there. In the daytime, I followed my cousin closely, holding a wine bottle and watching him catch the cicada singing unwearingly on the branch with a bamboo pole. My brother’s capture technology is quite high, nine out of ten. Put the net on the bamboo pole quietly close to the chanting cicada, and the net is accurate. Suddenly I threw it to the ground. I came to the front eagerly and covered it with my hand. Then I picked it up and put it into the bottle, waited for it to be filled up, and went home happily to show off to my sister and aunt, and opened the bottle stopper happily and poured it out. Some saved their strength and flapped their wings high; Some were still alive, but could not fly any more. When they crawled on the ground and waited for the relief, they flapped their wings and got overheated, my brother sneaked out as soon as he got home and put down the bamboo net. My eyes were fast and my feet were sick, so I followed it secretly. He was always wise and superior. I hurried forward after losing him. He suddenly jumped out of the corner and denounced me for going back. He didn’t show that he was going to take a bath in the river until I played tricks. There were differences between male and female. I had no choice but to return home bitterly. I just wanted to see them swimming in the river with fierce pleasure and excited for their high spirits. How annoyed I was at that time that I was a girl! Before the rain, the fish in the river rushed upward in disorder, so my brother took a fish hook and took me to go fishing. At that time, the fish was impatient and unbearable in the anoxic water, and it was the easiest to hook up. He caught several fish in a short time, take home sister to make fish soup for us to drink, the fish without food tastes very fresh and pure. Morning is the coldest time of the day, and aunt will get up to the ground just in the morning. If I woke up early, I would follow. Farmers at that time did not spray pesticides. Every family gets up early to catch all kinds of big and small soft insects in the ground. This was my biggest fear when I was a child, but now I still have to worry about it. The reason is that I always associate its soft body with the snake. What I feared most was the green worm on the beans. At that time, the green worm was as big as a spring silkworm, which often brought fear into my dreams and made me feel scared and sweaty every time I saw it. Looking at my aunt bending over the ground, I stood far away on the path and looked at the sky aimlessly. Looking at the blue sky and the Green distance, I felt a little hot after the sunlight turned into sunlight. Then I left my aunt and went home alone to cool off. It is the most gentle and refreshing time at night. Sister moved the small wooden bed from the house to the tree to enjoy the cool. Especially in the night with Moon, there are silver and white everywhere, mottled trees, cool wind stocks, and occasionally there are bats and other uncommon insects flying by. I wonder why I was not afraid of insects biting mosquitoes at that time, I always enjoy the original taste of nature so much, just watch quietly like this, count the stars in the deep night sky, and then sleep deeply and dream deeply. Sometimes I walk in the field with my sister after dinner, the trees on both sides are very thick, the sky is very high, the stars are very bright, and the moon is clearer. Facing the night wind, listening to all kinds of insects intoxicated in its singing rhyme, picking up cicadas just emerged from the soil. Like an ugly duckling turning into a White Swan, it can only climb when it has just been unearthed. It climbs up a little bit on the tree, and its wings grow a little bit, and its shell is taken off bit by bit. After a night of hard work, the next day she would generally become a cicada flying high, driving her highest free road. When the interest came, my sister would help me pick up some and go home. I put them on the pear tree in my yard with my sister’s advice, thinking about them in my dream at night. The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw those cicadas. They have already disappeared. Sister said that they had already flew to the distant place she yearned. I am proud of doing a very noble thing. When I saw fireflies when walking at night, my sister would catch a few and put them into her palm carefully. The luminous pearl-like light emitted colorful dreams, just like the colorful youth dreams when I grew up, but now there is no blessing to see her true face. Now everything is gone, and the happiness of childhood. Of non-human non. Now the villagers don’t catch any insects, which is time-consuming and laborious. Once pesticide is sprayed, everything will disappear. As for The Silkworm-like bean worm, it has already been strangled in the cradle by the industrious villagers, and also killed my fear. They had nothing to do when they were free, or played cards, or leisurely in the sky, or chatting about the Night. The TV at home replaced all the enthusiasm and loneliness, and also replaced the fun in the night. However, the children of farmers hardly catch cicadas for fun. They have toys in their hands and televisions accompanying them. Luxury swimming has nowhere to go except for specialized swimming places. There is a small river for storing water, which is also a place filled with garbage. Fish are even Extinct. What a happy childhood life! 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…