I went to Xinhua Bookstore in the grocery store and squandered a can of Jianlibao every noon. This is necessary. I bought more than n books. Of course, they are not books for study. They are all comic books, Water Margin to Journey to the West. Soon after, my father found that the money was gone. Of course, I'm the first suspect. After smoking, my mother took me to take a shower, saying that I would turn over a new leaf after washing ~ ~ It was terrible to look back. I guess it's a kid who didn't steal money as a child.
When I was a child, I did almost everything that needed to be beaten.
I don't want to go to school because it is very cold. My mother whipped my ass with bamboo, and I cried in pain. In order to avenge myself, I got up and peed on a pot of porridge. This completely angered my mother. She stripped me naked, twisted my ear and dragged me out of the door, then closed the door and ignored my cry.
After a long time, neighbor Cui came over with a chimney in his hand, smoking and laughing. "You didn't listen, did you?" Little slug! "
I grabbed two eggs-sized stones from the ground and threw them at him with all my strength. Honey, he dodged one, and one hit the chimney in his hand, and the chimney fell to the ground with a bang. He said, "Oh, you are a terrible young man. I won't argue with you. Go back to the house. You will catch a cold if you don't wear clothes. " Then he went back to the house.
There is a girl sitting in the front row at school. Her family shaved her hair because there were lice in it. She likes to sleep in class in the afternoon. When the teacher went to the toilet, I drew some eggs on her bald head with a brush, which caused the whole class to burst into laughter. The teacher was so angry that he made me stand on the platform all afternoon, and even refused to let me sit during recess. She washed the girl's hair. Later, the girl told her parents about it, and her family found my parents. Not only was I beaten and scolded, but I was hungry all night. I hold a grudge. At school, when she was not in the classroom, I drew a picture of a person taking a shit and urinating in her textbook. Maybe she doesn't know who did it, so I'll be safe!
There is a eucalyptus tree at the head of the village, and there is a hornet's nest about 20 meters from the ground. I didn't go to school on Sunday. I took my homemade slingshot and wandered around the village head and tail, looking for restraint. I saw a hornet's nest at the head of the village and saw many wasps flying in. Maybe they will be as busy for life as human beings.
I dare not act rashly. I heard adults say that if I annoy the wasp, it will sting me to death.
I was hiding among thorns when I heard someone's voice. When I saw it, it turned out to be Uncle Guangkou and Brother Bald Monkey. It turns out that they may have come back from a wedding banquet in a neighboring village, with loud voices and incoherent words, and they may be a little drunk.
When I saw Uncle Mouth, I couldn't help getting angry. He told my family that I was lying on the ground watching his granddaughter pee. My family not only scolded me, but also slapped me hard, and my ears buzzed for a week.
This revenge must be reported. I pulled out my slingshot and clamped the stones. When they got close to the tree, I fired three bullets in a row, all of which hit the hornet's nest. Then I squatted on the ground and saw a large group of bees scurrying about. Two idiots ran away screaming and holding their heads, but when this happens, it's getting worse and worse!
Uncle Guangkou fell down while running and hurt his knee. He walked on three feet for a few days, and his mouth was stung, which looked like a pig's nose. Bald monkeys are young, agile and light, and run fast. It's okay. He just gnashed his teeth and cursed, "If I knew who provoked the hornet's nest, I would skin him." "I listened and smiled." Monkey, you still don't know who did it? "
"I don't know, there was no one around. I don't know who it is? " He said, I am secretly pleased, you will never know!
At that time, film groups often went to the countryside to show evening performances, which were very popular among men, women and children.
One night, there was a movie in a neighboring village. I went to the movies with the bald monkey and one of his cousins, because it was a few kilometers away and everyone wanted to keep company. The quiet night in the wilderness is a bit nerve-racking, and there is no moonlight. If something happens, at least many people will be brave.
We walked along high and low in the dark without a flashlight. When I came to a fork in the road, I heard voices coming from the opposite side, mixed with men and women, about five or six people, sometimes laughing. This sound is familiar. It turned out to be some teenagers in the village next door. I was just about to shout hello when Brother Bald Monkey stopped "Be quiet, let's pretend to scare them!" " After that, I dragged my cousin and me to the rocks on the side of the road and squatted down to the atmosphere. Bald monkeys are named after being born with short hair and thin as dry wood. I'm in my teens, but I'm of the same generation, so I'm called Brother Bald Monkey. Now, after listening to what he said, we two young people will listen to him.
Those teenagers also went to the movies without flashlights. Soon they came to our eyes, but they didn't find us hiding in the dark. "
"Meow, woo!" The bald monkey suddenly let out a long whistle. Several boys and girls were frightened by the sudden scream and began to run away. In the dark, several girls fell crying on the road, and the boys ran for more than ten meters. They are busy going back to help the girls. The bald monkey was still squatting there, whining, but the boys gathered up their courage and smashed the stone. "Damn wild cats, I'll kill you and make you scream!"
The bald monkey is one head taller than the two of us. Both of us, who are young, are behind rocks, so we can't be shot by thousands of arrows. It's just that the bald monkey is tall and probes the scene. He was hit on the forehead, wanted to meow, and suddenly changed his mouth. "oh! You hit my head! Stop it! " Those boys and girls heard that they had hit people and ran away with oil on their soles!
The movie can't go on, so the three of us should go home quickly. When we saw a black steamed stuffed bun on the bald monkey's forehead, I said I could use my boy's urine to help you reduce the swelling. He growled, "Shut up and I'll break your leg if you talk nonsense again!"
This guy is very bad. He doesn't care about the feeling of sharing the same family name. If he opens his mouth and shuts up, he will make a hullabaloo about, fight and kill. Serve you right!
In order to recuperate the female deskmate, I took out a bird's nest to cook porridge for her, but it almost caused a disaster. This is the most embarrassing thing I did when I was a child.
When I was in the second grade of primary school, my deskmate was a girl. She studied well, but she was in poor health. She is often ill and pale. She fainted in class several times. According to the teacher, it is because of malnutrition, but her deskmate is poor and can't afford nutrition. Coupled with the pressure of study, her health is getting worse and worse.
By chance, I overheard the teacher say that bird's nest is a good tonic and has great benefits to the body. Hearing the news, I almost jumped with excitement. I dare not say anything else. There are many nests in my home. There are dozens in a row under the eaves.
I decided to do something for my deskmate, so a plan to dig bird's nest gradually took shape in my mind. I patted my chest and said to my deskmate, "I'll bring you something tomorrow to ensure your illness is cured." I feel even more proud when I see the grateful eyes from my female deskmate.
That night, my parents just went out to play, leaving me to do my homework at home. This is a golden opportunity. I immediately put down my exercise book and prepared to carry out my plan.
I set my sights on the biggest bird's nest under the eaves, and it took me a lot of effort to pull it onto the table. There were two stools on it, and then I stood up trembling, just in time to reach it, secretly pleased. Touch the nest with your hand. Empty, but warm. I guess the swallow just flew away.
I dug up everything in my nest, including straw, leaves and cotton cloth. I carefully stuffed these things into my pocket, jumped off the table, and then quickly restored the table and stool and started my next plan.
I carefully cleaned up what I took out of the bird's nest, then put these straws, leaves and cotton cloth into the pot and added water to start cooking bird's nest porridge. In order to make it taste better, I added some sugar specially.
After cooking for a while, I thought it was almost enough, because the water in the pot changed color. I put these soups together with those straw cotton cloth into a canned bottle, carefully put them into my schoolbag, and prepared to give them to my female deskmate the next day.
I went to school early the next day, but my deskmate didn't come to the classroom until class was over, and her face was still bloodless. I carefully opened the can and handed the cooked bird's nest porridge to my deskmate. At first, she was a little resistant. Under my persuasion, she managed to taste it.
Then there was a scene that scared me. The female deskmate spit out the bird's nest porridge directly, together with the meal I had in the morning. My carefully boiled bird's nest porridge fell to the ground together with the bottle, and it was smashed to pieces, and the bird's nest porridge was scattered all over the floor.
This scene happened to be seen by the head teacher who just entered the classroom. He strode over and asked me what was going on. I told the whole story. The head teacher listened to my words, in distress situation, and knocked me a few times. Before she could say anything about me, she went to take care of the female deskmate.
I can't understand it. I just cooked porridge with bird's nest. How come...
Later, I learned that the bird's nest mentioned by the teacher is not the nest of swallows, but the nest naturally formed by canaries with saliva, down and soft plant fibers, not straw, leaves and rags. I felt ashamed at once.
It soon spread all over the school, and I became the most important person in the school in an instant. Later, my parents also knew about it and beat me up with a smile. It's ridiculous to think about it now.
This is the most embarrassing thing I did when I was a child. I dug out the bird's nest and cooked porridge for my female deskmate. What do you think [covering your face]
Although she is a woman, I did many things when I was a child. The first thing is to kill her chicken with my brother while my mother is sleeping. The second thing that should be beaten most, I didn't get beaten, and I don't know what my dad thinks.
My brother and I are twins. When we were born, our family fined us a lot of money. Poor milk powder can't afford it. We almost grew up on credit. Therefore, from a very young age, they have been very busy, with more than ten acres of land at home, and they work day and night when they are busy with farming. In our spare time, they threw stones at others and we were all released.
The most unforgettable time was that they were locked at home, either watching TV, fighting or fighting!
/kloc-in the summer of 0/year, I was six years old. While my mother was sleeping, my brother and I killed a row of chickens she raised.
My mother raises chickens in winter and buys eggs with bad eggshells from nearby chicken farms. Often holding a paper box, covering our childhood quilt. Then burn the stove, put the box aside and pull a light bulb inside. ...
At that time, I really didn't understand why my mother had to work so hard to get this cheap. She often said: "80 points for a good chicken, and 20 such chickens are 5 yuan."
She can really save her life, with an average of 14 or 15 in 20. When this batch is raised, she will buy another batch to enjoy. There are more than 30 chickens every spring, and the chicken shed is full, so is the chicken stall.
The summer when she was six years old, it was very hot. She had a headache and went to bed. My brother and I are a little bored, so we just grab something to play with. I rummaged through the closet and found the syringe my mother used to feed the chickens. This is what she wants from our clinic, giving chickens injections, water and medicine.
I don't know what I was thinking. A basin of washing water kept us busy, beating chickens one by one. Busy in the hot sun for a noon.
In the afternoon, my mother got up to go to the toilet and passed by the chicken stall. She found some dead and some faded. Beat us. We ate the least chicken that year.
I don't remember how old I was then. Now I think I really should fight. I don't know why it didn't hit us.
This is the season when fruits and vegetables are ripe. A little uncle of our family took my brother and me out to play. I don't know how to play in other people's vegetable fields.
I only remember picking only red tomatoes at first, then picking a lot of cucumbers, and then eggplant. ...
Big, small, complete, broken, bitten, trampled. ...
When you are tired of playing, you sleep in someone else's garden. I was woken up by my uncle and watched him go out in a hurry, only to know that the owner of the vegetable garden had come. As I remember, it was an old man who didn't catch up with us.
Running out of the vegetable garden, we went to the river dam and folded willow strips. I went back very late, thinking that I would be fine if I didn't catch it.
The next day, when we were playing at home, my father came back with a sullen face, followed by the old man. We stood and asked what we had done. Why go to somebody else's vegetable garden!
I can't remember many details at that time. I remember the old man said at that time that we should not start this matter. Education, education, don't hit children.
My dad really didn't hit us, and the two families lost 500 yuan, even if it was over. I still don't understand why I didn't get hit.
As far as I can remember, when I was a child, I shouldn't do too many things. I did the most outrageous thing, that is, I didn't want to go to school as soon as I started kindergarten, and I had to be accompanied at home. This state lasted about half a year before it changed, which is also the most shameful thing I have done so far.
Although I have never done anything myself, I have seen some on the Internet before. Let me share one with you. (The following is the original) When I was five years old, I caught a small snake in the vegetable field outside, played with it as a big bug and showed it to my mother happily. My mother was making soup and didn't have time to see me. I threw the snake directly into the soup pot ... and then my neighbor's aunt heard her mother's screams and ran over to see her standing in the highest place in the kitchen, jumping and shouting. The pot was thrown on the ground and there was soup all over the floor. The little snake is dying in the soup, so I can't laugh beside it. That night, my father tied me to the doorknob with a belt, and I will never forget a meal of soles.
The following are some experiences of other netizens I saw on the Internet. You can have a look if you are interested.
Did everyone do this when they were children? Welcome to share your experience in the comments section below, and I will reply as soon as possible.
My father likes small animals very much. When I was a child, I kept more than three cages of birds, more than two pet dogs that could enter and leave every room freely, more than two tanks of tropical fish, three turtles that have lived for more than 20 years, and occasionally I often kept rabbits and hamsters.
Today we are going to talk about birds.
When my dad raised birds in the most spectacular way, there were two cages of parrots at home, about seven or eight in each cage. Those parrots are all self-bred birds-that is to say, at first, when they came to my house, there were only two parrots, a male and a female. Later, they laid a few eggs, which were hatched by the female parrot. They are a happy family.
There are two storks and four pigeons.
These birds have their own cages. Dad did it himself, and mom doesn't need to intervene, but please pay attention here! He is only responsible for feeding his birds water and cleaning the cage. He doesn't care what falls on the ground-bird hair, bird food kicked out by birds, bird droppings falling on the ground!
This makes my mother very angry. I have to clean up every day anyway. It is ok for me to clean up every time I clean up. My mother didn't say anything But there's already a grudge.
One day in a certain month, a partner in a triangular debt relationship used a big bird to pay off part of the money he owed my dad. My dad brought this bird back-it's really a powerful bird with rich and shiny feathers, and it can talk. My dad is too fond of it-and he can't bear to put it in a cage and let it move freely in the study. Please close the door when entering or leaving the library.
Because this talking bird has changed into a strange environment and become quiet. Father wants to get familiar with it as soon as possible, and it is best to get along with it, so he can't bear to keep it in a cage. Every night after dinner, he would drill into the study and close the door to tease the birds.
This makes my mother very angry, because birds leave cages and pee everywhere-birds are on the table every day.
Birds spend most of their time standing on the lampshade, and the lights can't be used for a few days. You know, I can't say that word.
My mother scolds birds as soon as she enters the study. Sometimes when father is not at home, mother will catch the bird and put it in the parrot cage, but the parrot is very exclusive and will beat it collectively.
Being beaten several times, the bird's feathers were pecked off a lot, and it looked a little embarrassed. My father doesn't want to.
Once my father came back from the company and saw my mother put his precious bird in the parrot cage again. After the bird was beaten, it huddled in the corner of the cage, so it quarreled with my mother. My mother cried and didn't cook for us. She was lying in bed crying and scolding my dad, saying that she was worse than a bird in his eyes.
I'm tired of hearing it. I think this bird is really annoying. My father quarreled with my mother about this bird.
My mother is very angry because of this damn bird.
I just want to teach this bird a lesson and take it out on my mother when my father is not at home.
Who knows that I told my mother my plan, and my mother didn't say anything. But she is still often unhappy with the bird-she thinks my father would rather stay with the bird than with her.
Then they quarreled several times about the bird.
I am very angry.
Decided to act alone.
One day I came home from school, and my parents and brother were not at home. Yes, here's your chance. Put on gloves (a bird has a sharp beak. If you don't catch it with gloves, it will peck your hand very hard. ), sneak into the study and sit at the desk like my father. While the bird was not looking, I reached out and caught the hateful bird standing on the lampshade.
Then, I will give it some water and teach it a lesson. Please forgive me. I really don't want to kill it, and I really don't know that turning on the tap and pouring water into the bird's mouth can kill it. I really only fell once!
However, I saw the bird's feathers suddenly spread out and the whole body spread out in my hand. I think, no, it's so easy to die without tossing. It's fake death.
Then I shook the bird, and it didn't respond. I'm anxious. Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation is still useless, but the bird's body becomes stiff.
I know, it's dead.
Then I panicked.
Later, in order to cover up my crime, I put the bird's body in a cardboard box under my parents' bed. I think if my mom and dad come back and ask why this bird is missing, it will be a big deal. I have never seen it before. Anyway, they didn't see me kill birds with their own eyes.
If they look everywhere, if they find the dead bird, they will think that the bird is flying around and has flown into the box by itself, and it's okay if I can't get out and starve to death. So my mother won't be angry because this bird flies around and pees everywhere.
I don't know. I just put the bird away. My dog Xiao Huanhuan suddenly got under the bed and pulled the box hard. After several times, he pulled out the dead bird. Then it ran to the back of the kennel with the bird's dead body in its mouth, held it down with its claws and pulled its hair out with its mouth ... I was blinded at that time. I don't know whether to snatch the bird from the dog's mouth, or leave it with a whole body, or let it eat it.
At this time, my parents came back. My father was mad when he saw the dog, the feathers in its mouth and the birds under its paws. He picked up his slippers and hit the dog. The dog let go of the feathered bird and ran away. My father chased after the happy dog with the slippers on the other foot.
The puppy barked, hid everywhere, and finally got under the bed until my father missed.
That's hard in my heart. However, there is also a feeling of relief. I feel that apart from hurting my mother a little, my mother can stop being angry with this bird in the future.
I don't know, my mother guessed it was me at once, because the puppy Huanhuan is very good and never chases birds. Besides, I told my mother that I would take care of the bird and take it out on her.
When my mother asked me, I did not deny it. I thought she would reward me. Unexpectedly, she beat me up, not counting me, and went to my father to betray me. Oh, my father scolded me again-but I saved Huanhuan, the dog who was going to give it away-if my mother didn't tell my father that I killed the bird, Huanhuan would give it away.
The puppy Huanhuan doesn't know why he was beaten, and he doesn't know that he was almost given away. I am still happy every day, and every room runs out and climbs up and down.
There are many things I did when I was a child. Limited by space, I can only say one. We'll talk about it later when we have a chance.
When I was a child, I was famous for my skin. In winter, grandma washes clothes by the river, and grandpa goes to the river to find her. I followed her. I looked at my grandfather in the back and wanted to jump over and let him carry me. Then due to inertia, we took a bath in the river. The next day, my grandfather caught a cold Out of guilt, I want to make him a cup of hot water, and then I give him tobacco as tea and spit it in my face. My grandmother loves me very much and came to see me cry. Then my grandmother saw the tobacco on my face and asked my grandfather what happened. After that, she went to the woodshed to get a poker and played with me for half an hour. I cried and ran to the top of the building to jump off the building to scare them, then slipped down and pulled out half the tiles in the room. . . .
I have always been the most clever, willful and lovely little princess. Of course, it can't always be sunny, so I play something unexpected once in a while.
One: Caterpillar
I was born in the 1970s, but I also had Barbie dolls and plush toys when I was a child, but I was a freak. As a girl, I don't like them! The first Barbie doll I got when I was five or six years old was always abandoned by me in a rectangular moon cake tin box, and it was not taken seriously until my brother's daughter was born. Plush toys have been vacuuming the top of the wardrobe with packaging bags. Maybe everyone is curious. What should I do if I don't play these games? I tell you, when I was a child, my favorite thing to play with was caterpillars!
I love playing with caterpillars, and they are all kinds of caterpillars! I'll pull out the hairy caterpillars one by one, I'll secretly take them back to the desk drawer and raise them, and I'll let them crawl around on my arms and hands. If I can't play well alone, I will be brave enough to play with my brother, brother, nephew and niece. They dare not, for fear that they will be tickled all over. Even if I coerce and seduce them, it is useless to use both hard and soft. To this end, I have to find a way. Finally, I used my big brother.
Big brother will come back to see me on weekends, and every time he comes back, he will let me ride on his shoulder and then stroll from here to there. As for me, I think if my eldest brother is used to caterpillars, he will definitely like them. So when my eldest brother asked me to ride on his shoulder, I put the caterpillars in my pocket on his clothes on his head and back one by one, and put my favorite green caterpillar caught on bamboo on his waist before I came down ... As a result, my eldest brother finally went to the hospital for an injection, and all my caterpillars were destroyed. From then on, my eldest brother never let me ride on his shoulder again, so I was naturally killed. My mother said that if she was not afraid of killing me, she would fry the meat and bamboo shoots together.
Two: cigarettes
Few people smoke in my family. My father used to smoke, too. He gave up because of my health. My little brother is a small chimney, always smoking, with golden fingers and yellow teeth. I hate it.
In the summer vacation of the third grade, I was at my grandfather's house as usual. I was having a boring time when I saw three cigarettes put by my little brother on the TV cabinet, and a bad idea came to my mind. I tore off one of my little brother's cigarettes, then took out all the tobacco in each cigarette, put some outside and put it in the cigarette case; Another cigarette is sprinkled with essential balm; Third, I took it to a grocery store not far from my grandfather's house and sold it at a low price. I changed some cookies and sweets for my cousin and grandparents, and poured some water into my little brother's unfinished hip flask.
In the evening, my little brother came back from work and ate the candy and cookies I gave him, praising me for being sensible. Drink wine mixed with water, and scold the store for being black-hearted. After that, everyone sat together and watched TV. Suddenly, my little brother became very angry and beat up his big cousin. It turned out that he found the problem of smoking. I can't bear to watch my big cousin get involved and admit that I did it. My little brother stared at me, so angry that he couldn't say a word?
Three: write a love letter
When I was in the third grade, a new female teacher came to our class to teach Chinese. She just graduated and looks ok. Although she is not as beautiful as me, she is also very beautiful. As soon as she arrived, she became the target of many unmarried male teachers in the school. I went to primary school in those days, and there were many people in my family, not to mention my brothers in every grade and my teachers. My second sister teaches Chinese, my third uncle teaches math, my sixth brother teaches math, and my older cousin teaches physical education, so the Chinese teacher is very close to me. So I became the kind of man who wanted to chase after female teachers, and often gave them a hint: the Chinese teacher was unhappy/happy today ... At first, I was very happy to play this game, but later I found that it was not as interesting as TV. So I had a bold idea to write love letters one by one.
Because it was the first time to write a love letter, I found a two-day version in my uncle's study. So I imitated the handwriting of a female teacher and wrote a love letter to a good male teacher who I thought was very suitable for her. I have long forgotten what it is, except that I made an appointment to see a movie at the weekend and wrote that I like a pair of white high heels. As a result, the male teacher came to my sixth brother in the middle of the night wearing a pair of white high heels, and sadly said that the female teacher was playing with his sincerity and didn't come to the cinema until the movie was over. He took his shoes to the female teacher's house and was kicked out with them ... Seeing the sad male teacher who was still at the sixth brother's house early in the morning, he felt that he had done something unforgivable, so he went forward to admit the risk of writing a love letter. Before I could apologize, the male teacher was sad again. ..... Finally, the male teacher was transferred in a few days, and the female teacher was transferred after teaching for a semester. Alas!
Later, I stopped making fun of the teacher. It's really a slap in the face!
Whenever I think of being beaten as a child, I can't help laughing secretly. That was when we were in primary school. The living conditions of farmers are not good, and sweet potatoes are the staple food. Our three friends, Brother Wen and Brother Jin, meet to go to school every day. Brother Wen likes to eat a piece of cooked sweet potato while walking at school. When he couldn't finish eating sweet potatoes that day, Brother Wen walked and played, squeezing like shit. When I got to the classroom, I threw it on the teacher's desk. When the teacher arrived at the classroom, I saw who pulled it to the lecture table. It was amazing. Brother Wen is on the list. The teacher was angry and shouted to let Brother Wen eat that thing. Brother Wen knew his prank and ate it with relish. He just looked at the teacher dumbfounded and the students drooled.
After coming home from school, brother Wen told his sister-in-law the prank with a big smile on her face. His sister-in-law told his father that it was detrimental to the dignity of the elderly. He gave brother Arvin a good beating and made him cry like a pig. In order to get back at his father and sister-in-law, Brother Wen secretly hung his sister-in-law's red ribbon on the toilet wall. At that time, his father was in a hurry to go to the toilet because he ate sweet potatoes quickly. Seeing the red ribbon on the fur wall, he dared not go into the toilet. He kept the old man's face flushed and bent his legs like an old donkey grinding around the yard. Brother Wen hid at the door and looked straight at him, dancing happily. The old man couldn't hold it any longer, so he ran to the door regardless of the willy-nilly. Brother Wen quickly opened the door and ran out first. When he saw me and brother Jin, he called my dad to hit me.
, hurriedly pull my dad. Brother Jin and I quickly held the old man's leg separately. The old man can't walk or throw it away. It's too late to talk too fast. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the old man hurriedly washed down his big underpants. It made brother Jin and I stink all over. The old man pointed at the three of us and called names every day. If he didn't see you covered in shit and flowers, he would beat you up. You said the three of us should be beaten, not beaten.
I am a farmer, I am in the countryside, and I care about the beautiful life of our farmers.
1: I remember uncle Wu, a neighbor in the village, planted a melon in the field. When they were ripe, several children secretly went to the field to pick a lot, all of which were half-cooked. That was the worst beating.
2. When I was a child, I often went to Uncle Wang's house in the west of the village to play. One day, I saw Uncle Wang roll up some dry cigarettes and put them in a cigarette basket. I secretly inserted unburned matchsticks into the rolled dry cigarettes, and I pulled my ears that time.
It is very cold in winter in the northeast of China. When I was a child, the temperature outside was MINUS 30-40 degrees. One day, I was playing outside with a few Xiaoming friends, so I told one of them that I could see Beijing by touching the iron lock when my fingers were wet, and the child did so. As a result, my hand was skinned and I was beaten when I came home.
When I was a child, my bike was a good thing. It was not my turn to drive a bicycle, so I begged to ride a bicycle parked in front of my neighbor's uncle Zhang's house. He said no, for fear that the child would break it, he let it go while he was not paying attention. Later, I didn't know he found out it was me.