I am a naughty child, a free child, a hard-working child, a child who dares to challenge and is not afraid of anything.
Besides going to school, I also tend sheep. I don't like going to school
Because of my naughty habit, my parents are used to it.
In spring, I will get together with my friends to set off firecrackers and play with chain guns.
In summer, my friends and I will go to the dam in the ditch to catch fish and swim.
In autumn, I will sleep in vegetable fields, watermelon fields and fruit trees with my friends and taste delicious food.
In winter, I will have a snowball fight with my friends and skate in the dam in the ditch until dark. My mother will always stand by and call my name, and the echo still echoes in my ears.
It is precisely because I am naughty and used to being free and loose that I am becoming more and more unfamiliar with the school. As I grew up, my parents realized that the gap between me and my peers was obviously widening, forcing me to go back to school.
In one year, I have worn out 9 pairs of cloth shoes made by my mother, 9 pairs of cloth shoes!
I remember once catching a snake and chasing a boy five years older than me in the same village. The boy was so scared that he ran and shouted for help. At that time, it was the wheat harvest season, which made the villagers in the wheat field laugh!
I remember once visiting my neighbor's house, just in time for breakfast. Neighbors are sitting at a small table in the yard for dinner, and I am standing at the table. My neighbor wouldn't let me eat, and my neighbor lived in the pit yard, so I ran to the cliff face of my neighbor's house and took out my little penis to pee on the dining table, overturning his chimney.
What I did made my parents look bad in the village, and finally my father couldn't bear to beat me up. As a result, I didn't go home for three days and nights. My parents had no choice but to call my uncle back to discipline me. My uncle works as a teacher in a normal school. He only comes back once a week and walks for two days. From the heart, I respect him very much. In 1950s, he was the only teacher in our village.
On weekends, my uncle came home, called me to him and asked me if I liked bananas. I asked him what a banana was, and he took out a banana and said, "This is a local banana in the south." I'm a little curious and my mouth is watering. My uncle gave me one and I took a bite without peeling it. My uncle is very happy! My uncle peeled a banana for me. I swallowed half of it, and there was a banana on the table. I stared at the spit and swallowed it into my stomach. My uncle smiled and said, "You can eat bananas, but you should study hard." I replied loudly, "I can do anything as long as there are bananas."
Since then, I have been looking forward to my uncle coming home to bring me bananas every day. My uncle will check my homework and exams every time he comes back, and my study has gradually improved.
1996, my uncle fell ill and had a cerebral hemorrhage. Since then, I have been bedridden. I'm sorry to receive a letter from home. I went home to visit my uncle and cried when I saw his thin body.
Uncle went in 2007! I was in front of the bed before I left. My uncle seems to have something to say to me, but he just opened his mouth but could not hear the sound. I watched him leave us.
When my uncle was buried, I specially prepared a bundle of bananas and put them in the coffin. Now every time I see bananas, I always think of my uncle's face before he left.