When I was young, my home was simple. After I heard my mother gave birth to my sister, my grandma separated them. There are five daddy and siblings. Grandpa died early, and grandma pulled them all by themselves. In order to supplement the family, grandma took her sister’s son and her sister’s family, which is my aunt and grandma, are now living in Baotou. In my childhood memory, that is a remote and mysterious place. Aunt's grandmother's son looks good, but he looks like a small overlord.
When I was young, my impression of my aunt and grandma came from photos. Grandma's house has a wedding photo of her aunt and grandma, black and white. Aunt and grandpa are not good-looking, but aunt and grandpa are heroic-this term came after high school. When I was a child, I thought my aunt and grandpa was very beautiful, with big eyes, tall and wearing a military uniform, just like that in the photo. Look at me nicely. My aunt's son is also good-looking, but he is a little overlord and he is not close to us at all.
The house for mother and father after the separation is three adobe houses. There is no courtyard wall, no kitchen, no place to feed pigs, no place to feed chickens. My mother has always been capable. After the separation, she built the kitchen by herself. In that small kitchen, there is a continuation of my childhood story. In a small narrow passage to the south of the kitchen, relying on an earthen wall and a chicken coop, the kitchen smelled of eggs. There is a square pigpen on the north side of the house. Every year, my mother feeds a big fat pig. After school when I was in elementary school, I had to mob that fat pig. Two toilets were also built to separate men and women, which was unique in the countryside at that time.
The house does not have a courtyard wall. There is a small piece of land in front of it. In summer, tall plants grow. Every night I am scared. I am afraid that something will get out of those tall plants. I never dare to have one. People stay in the yard. Soon, my mother surrounded the yard with a fence, and planted a lot of loofah close to the fence. The loofah of that year grew so well. The green leaves covered the fence and the high shelves. The big yellow flowers attracted many butterflies. Every day the colors in the yard were bright, and butterflies flew and bees danced. Among them is a big butterfly,It's the size of my little palm, and there are big black dots on the wings, which dance very beautifully. But she has a terrifying name: Ghost Moth.
When my grandfather took me home, I walked down the slope from the highway and shouted "Mother, mother!" from the outside of the house. Mother came out of the house, and I threw on her. Arms. This scene is the most heartwarming scene of a lifetime in childhood. In those hard days, my mother rarely had time to hug me, and I rarely enjoyed the warmth of my mother's embrace.
Our family lives in this small house. My father teaches in another place and only comes back on weekends. We live in this house until I go to university and then move out.
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