Before talking about the fact that people cannot remember what happened when they were just born, so what was the first thing they remember?
Whenever I calm down my mood to recall and think about the end of the memory. I always think of one snowy night. I definitely can’t walk. I’m wearing tiger-toe shoes on my feet, wrapping layers after layers of cloak. My parents hugged me and visited my neighbor's house. It was a beautiful moonlight, full of stars, and the snow that had just stopped covered the village with concave and pure white. The white villages, white street paths, and the bright moonlight reflect each other, and the whole world seems to be covered with a halo.
vaguely remember where I visited the door of my fellow villager, heading west, walking along a small alley, walking through the back wall of the two houses, and then facing the neighbor north, because they also have a baby of the same age. I only remember the warmth in their home, and the scene of helping me untied the cloak. When I came out, there were some scenes of wearing the cloak, and the scene of a fat baby vaguely.
I probably couldn't speak at that time, so I didn't know what they were talking about.
This made me more focused on the starlight of that night. I was curious about what was flashing in the sky, curious about the big bright disc in the sky, and curious about what was behind the deep sky. I must have been thinking at that time, a kind of shock and inability to see the initial beautiful scenery, and I would never describe it at that time.
is also the picture at the end of the most memorable scene, which makes me always like darkness.
There is an old song from abroad written as follows:
Hello darkness my old friend
Hey night my old friend
I've come to talk with U again
I've come to chat with you again
The first time I heard this lyrics, it resonated very much, because I must have fallen in love with the feeling of the night when I first thought.
Although the dark night afterwards not only brought me the beauty and admiration mentioned above, but also the memories of fear.
It should be when I was just babbling, and it was also a winter night. My parents and I were living in the courtyard of my hometown. I thought it was the room I remembered when I was born. The ceiling was covered with straw paper, and the wooden window paper that had just been covered with cold winter on the wooden windows with simple orchid patterns.
That day, some family members in the village should have funerals or weddings. After my parents coaxed me to bed, they went to the dance class to sing. I don’t know what the exact time was, but I woke up. I heard the sound of blowing and beating outside. I didn’t care. Later, I found that I was the only one at home. So I cried and made a fuss, but no one agreed. So I stood on the earthen kang, climbed the window and started crying, tearing the window paper I just posted clean. Maybe a neighbor heard my crying and called my parents back, my mother hugged me and started coaxing me, while my father laughed at the torn window that was already airtight. It should be because he laughed that I was very capable and destroyed the window paper I just posted so thoroughly.
So the next day, the white window paper was re-painted, which is why I always feel like I had the impression of white window paper after I was born.
I guess I must have felt fear and even fear that night, but this did not affect my love for the night so much.
On the contrary, every time I wake up at dawn, I cry. I even remember the scene of crying every day when I wake up at dawn.
This should be the memory of my three years old. At that time, I lived at my grandma's house, five or six miles away from my hometown, on the top of a hill to the east of the village. At that time, my parents went to work in another place and left me in my grandma's house, and my grandma, grandpa and six aunts took care of me. Since childhood, my aunts have said that I am a crying person, especially when I wake up in the morning, I always cry. At first, my grandma thought I was hungry, so she asked the mother of the village child who was a child who was a good nurse to feed me. Although I can't remember how to breastfeed, I remember the moment when a kind aunt from my grandma's neighbor untied her clothes and fed me breastfeeding.
but can't you always bother others? The room I live with my grandparents is also a kitchen. The main rooms in rural areas face north and south, and the northeast of the room is the bed. To the west is a thick wooden table, and to the east is a cabinet with purple-red paint, with coal blocks piled up next to the cabinet. Further south is a stove built with bricks.Grandma always gets up and breaks a small piece of steamed bun and bakes it next to the coal fire. When I woke up and was about to cry, I gave me the steamed buns and let me eat them.
This solved my problem of crying when I woke up early.
Later, the family members asked why I cried as soon as I woke up. Some people said that I was born when I woke up in the morning, so I loved to cry at that time. Some families also said that my family was too poor at that time and I was too hungry to cry. For me, this has made me develop the habit of having fun at night, and I like the darkness more than the early morning and the day.
can solve the problem of crying in the morning, but it does not solve the problem of crying in my heart. Logically speaking, at that time, I was in my grandma's house, a family of eight people, and I was the only grandchild. I combined everyone's love and was the most favored. But I just like to cry. The problem of crying in the morning has been solved, and there are no other crying problems. Whenever I see someone eating something I don’t let me eat, I always cry.
and the one who cried more were the dolls and children of the same age as the neighbor’s house. When I was a child, I had poor athletic ability and were all very small dolls. They ran and jumped, climbed high and low, and I couldn't catch up with them. If they hadn't dared to jump down from a high place and fight with them, they would have knocked me down with a light hit. I cried even if I couldn't catch up with them, and I cried even if I was knocked down.
The people of the family were so funny that they were laughing and crying by me, saying that they were both angry and refused to play with them. I remember that I wanted to play with them, but I couldn't play with them, and I was afraid of the entangled impression of playing with them. When I heard that I didn't let me play with them, I started crying again.
Once, it was also because of this. An old man who came to visit my grandma's house and was said to be able to tell fortunes was holding me. He asked with a smile, "What are the child crying?" Let me show you how your life is." Then I stopped crying and stared at him. He said yes, you have a good life and are a businessman. Then I thought for a long time what the public meal was.
Some of my aunts were in middle school at that time, but my aunt was still in elementary school. I couldn't play with the little boy from my neighbor, so I played with my aunt and his classmates, learning to knit gloves with them, and even dressed me up with flowers in skirts.
There was even one time when I just wore a stand dress and took flowers with me and ran out to play with the children next door. But when I saw him angry, I felt something was wrong at the time. Sure enough, he pushed me and said he wouldn't play with you. He pushed me down immediately, and I went back to my grandma's house crying again. My grandma's house is now visiting each other again, and people say, how could such a beautiful little Ni'er cry like this? Grandma laughed and said that this is my nephew, not Xiao Ni'er.
This is my earliest thoughts and some social interactions. People always say that good friends are called Fa Zi.
The fat baby I saw for the first time on that snowy night, and the children who made me cry many times with my grandmother’s neighbor’s house were all my childhood friends, irreplaceable childhood friends.
There are many interesting and unforgettable things together, so I will talk about them later.
Grandma always gets up and breaks a small piece of steamed bun and bakes it next to the coal fire. When I woke up and was about to cry, I gave me the steamed buns and let me eat them.This solved my problem of crying when I woke up early.
Later, the family members asked why I cried as soon as I woke up. Some people said that I was born when I woke up in the morning, so I loved to cry at that time. Some families also said that my family was too poor at that time and I was too hungry to cry. For me, this has made me develop the habit of having fun at night, and I like the darkness more than the early morning and the day.
can solve the problem of crying in the morning, but it does not solve the problem of crying in my heart. Logically speaking, at that time, I was in my grandma's house, a family of eight people, and I was the only grandchild. I combined everyone's love and was the most favored. But I just like to cry. The problem of crying in the morning has been solved, and there are no other crying problems. Whenever I see someone eating something I don’t let me eat, I always cry.
and the one who cried more were the dolls and children of the same age as the neighbor’s house. When I was a child, I had poor athletic ability and were all very small dolls. They ran and jumped, climbed high and low, and I couldn't catch up with them. If they hadn't dared to jump down from a high place and fight with them, they would have knocked me down with a light hit. I cried even if I couldn't catch up with them, and I cried even if I was knocked down.
The people of the family were so funny that they were laughing and crying by me, saying that they were both angry and refused to play with them. I remember that I wanted to play with them, but I couldn't play with them, and I was afraid of the entangled impression of playing with them. When I heard that I didn't let me play with them, I started crying again.
Once, it was also because of this. An old man who came to visit my grandma's house and was said to be able to tell fortunes was holding me. He asked with a smile, "What are the child crying?" Let me show you how your life is." Then I stopped crying and stared at him. He said yes, you have a good life and are a businessman. Then I thought for a long time what the public meal was.
Some of my aunts were in middle school at that time, but my aunt was still in elementary school. I couldn't play with the little boy from my neighbor, so I played with my aunt and his classmates, learning to knit gloves with them, and even dressed me up with flowers in skirts.
There was even one time when I just wore a stand dress and took flowers with me and ran out to play with the children next door. But when I saw him angry, I felt something was wrong at the time. Sure enough, he pushed me and said he wouldn't play with you. He pushed me down immediately, and I went back to my grandma's house crying again. My grandma's house is now visiting each other again, and people say, how could such a beautiful little Ni'er cry like this? Grandma laughed and said that this is my nephew, not Xiao Ni'er.
This is my earliest thoughts and some social interactions. People always say that good friends are called Fa Zi.
The fat baby I saw for the first time on that snowy night, and the children who made me cry many times with my grandmother’s neighbor’s house were all my childhood friends, irreplaceable childhood friends.
There are many interesting and unforgettable things together, so I will talk about them later.
