childhood! I have many delusions
Hong Jue Xia
childhood! I have wanted to leave my hometown countless times, leaving that poor, hungry and cold place.
How many nights have I dreamed that the bed covered with straw and the thin bedding beneath me were floating like clouds
Where would it fly to? Where to go? I'm a little scared.
Of course I hope to go to a wealthy place, a happy place.
But without my relatives, grandma, parents, brothers and sisters, classmates, friends... I will be lonely.
Thoughts are lingering, and my thoughts cannot be unified. Now, I'm back again...
The bed is still another bed, the ground under me is still the same, the cold comes from underneath, I wake up, my family are all there, but I just lost it
I also climbed up and faced The dam of Poyang Lake has a cold wind blowing
and sails are coming and going on the lake. I really hope to grow up quickly and become a captain. I can't travel around the world and travel around the ocean. Set up a fishing boat and lower the hook.
Or, like Uncle Eight, go to Jingjiang or Wuning and earn an income three times more than the village land.
Or simply join the army, just for the sake of peace. I have to fight for several years to have enough food.
There is no precedent for serving in the military and entering the military academy. There are only a few people who can do it.
I don’t think about the impossible. I am thinking about it if it is possible.
Is there anyone like what I saw a few days ago? The fisherman girl who arrived
had a dark face and a brave and kind heart. She could live in the lake and ask for fish in the water for livelihood
...
At this time, darkness gradually came, and the lights on the other side of the lake were lit
My mother An urgent cry came from the house where I lived, interrupting my thoughts.
Worries and worries arose, and I responded rudely, "I'm here!" The pickles
My excitement just now was interrupted, and my happiness returned to reality
The cold wind in winter can penetrate the home with earthen walls, and when there is lightning and thunder, it rains heavily outside, and it rains lightly inside the house
I have nothing good about this village, this house The nostalgic
picked up a bowl of bean dregs, feeling endless sadness and misery
When I got home, I saw a dim oil lamp, under the lamp were the excited faces of my sisters and brothers.
My mother had already cooked the meal, and I received a mediocre bowl. , everyone is eating under the stove
The remaining fire in the hearth is still warm. Apart from the bed, it is the warmest place at home
The oldest brother who ate the fastest looked at the food in my bowl, his eyes were shining with green light
I have Endless tears, I have endless hot tears, rubbing each other
My soft intestines
Poverty is like a big mountain, pressing on my body and heart
I feel that compared with my father who lost his father when he was young, and my mother who was an orphan since she was a child, I don't know how many times better
Although my brain was wrinkled and wrinkled due to worry in my teens
My mother slapped my body and face with her hands to dust me, and I felt warm
"Where has it gone!" "My mother asked," I said, "Come back in a hurry!" "
My mother knew that I loved going to the lake, but she didn't tell me, and I didn't tell her.
A bowl of rice was given to me and she put it in my hands.
I only felt tears in my eyes and in my heart, and they all flowed out.
I suppressed them, I know that my ideal is a distant place, a home where I can bury my thoughts. When I grow up, I will lead everyone to start over again.
