Three hundred years ago.

Zhaotong has a surname Ke, when I was very small, Yixi remembered the man's Kailuo. This person's clothes fir fir, a talented person, waves of the world's beautiful man. From a young age, respect for teachers and good learning, poetry, song and dance in the people of the dragon and phoenix. One day Kyoto notified Zhaotong government officials, to be admitted in Zhaotong high talent students, the pillars of the country! Zhaotong called the student when he enrolled, into the examination room on that day, he foreign accent under the high horse, downwind floating down the river, walking and found a small boots on the road, he waved the whip to boots shoveled down the river, he sang all the way to the examination room, a door, the examiner does not want to him into the examination room, ask why? Examiner, because you did a lack of morality in the road. In this way, Xiao Ke did not even enter the examination room.

Three days after the examiner back to the capital, put forward the notice, No have blocked the examiner road, on the crime of killing the head! That day the eyeballs sky, a cloudless, Xiao Ke selected the examiner to go to the road, sleep in the examiner to go to the road, did not take a long time, the examiner whip horse, a glance to see Xiao Ke, dismounted and asked where to go, Xiao Ke Luo tears told, I do not know the examiner grandpa go here, Xiao Sheng full of literature to moldy, the weather is good, here in the sun, the examiner a bit of a letter to go, on the sealing of him a Keshi Xiu Cai. Ke Shi Xiu Cai to the examiner a thousand thanks, they are under the head edge, and the examiner to play with the block, the examiner, block what? Ke Shi replied that we go Zhaotong turn two, see shouting my Ke Shi Xiu Cai a little more, also shouted the examiner's more, more for the win, the losing please eat, the examiner happy and. I seal you just a moment, who do not know, decided to shout my much more, ha: the examiner ate the loss of the small Xiu Cai, they walked in the city, a lot of elementary school students shouting, Ke Shi Xiu Cai good morning, shouting a back he leaned a sound, the results of the examiner lost, invited him to dinner, and then have to ask the examiner how to lose, the smart small Xiu Cai wrote a chapter note posted on the times, he respected the examiner to go ahead. Although I am small this straight to collect and share his wisdom, here, to know the end of the clever little showman, Kai listen to the next decomposition.

January 1, 2019 Cold Snow :.

There are so many unforgettable things in childhood, playing, playing with water, playing games, stealing: raw melons, pears and dates. The most interesting is to steal the melon. When I was six years old, when the countryside is still very poor, fruits and melons are owned by the collective, small children want to eat to wait until the production team collectively divided equally. But when you can't wait, your mouth will be hungry. I remember that time we a few buddies are in the melon field next to the tree to play, looking at the large melon want to eat, but there are watching the melon in the ground, do not dare to go down to pick, play is almost to noon. We several children are pretending to go home, in fact, did not go far, they discussed hiding in the crop field, are trying to figure out how to eat the melon. I thought of a way to let them first wait, I went to play the old place to go, watching the melon is my uncle, he asked me, after noon you still do not go home to eat? I made up a lie and said: I just played there and forgot my pants there, in fact, I let a few of them take the pants fork. Uncle said that good, you go get it. He did not care, I look at the eldest uncle is not defense, on the ground to pick a few holding on the scurry. This time can be considered to steal the melon, and so uncle found when we ran away. When I got home, my father knew it and then argued with me, so that I remembered well, and next time never do bad things again. Thanks for the invitation!

I am the same age with the Republic, through the People's Commune Great Leap Forward era, three years of natural disasters, planned economy, market economy, the Cultural Revolution, the era of going to the countryside, the reform and opening up, the process of layoffs and layoffs, and in old age to enjoy the retirement old age, and then meet the new coronavirus, hi! Hope mankind crosses this hurdle, cheers 💪!

I've always done well in school. But I was surprised to hang a red light on my fifth grade midterm, and it had something to do with a magpie.

One stormy morning, I picked up a baby magpie on my way to school that had fallen from its nest and had not yet grown its feathers. I loved it so much that the first thing I did every day after school was to go to the field to dig earthworms and catch worms for it to eat.

The little bird will soon be able to fly. When I came home from school at noon, I had to pan the rice for cooking, and when I took the rice basket and went to pan the rice by the creek, it would always live on top of my head and ask me for rice to eat. At night when I do my homework, it lives on my shoulder to watch me write, and of course, it will eat a few peanuts that I have prepared for it as a late-night snack.

One day after school, I went to the river to pan for rice and found that the little bird didn't follow me to the river, but stayed quietly in the nest. I went over to take a look, no good, the bird's right leg was broken. I dropped the rice and picked it up and rushed to the barefoot doctor's house, begging him to take a look at it. The doctor's aunt was so angry and amused that she tied up the bird's leg with a small piece of bamboo. A neighbor later told me that the bird had been standing by the thresher in the warehouse stealing corn and had been broken by the owner of the corn with a bamboo pole. I was heartbroken.

The bird's legs have grown, and its black tail is getting more and more beautiful. Every Sunday, it would follow me wherever I went, and pestered me all day long. All the neighbors, adults and children in the neighborhood knew that I had a lovely magpie, and I was very proud of it.

It was almost midterms. One day when I came home from school late, the bird did not fly to me, the bird was gone. At first, I thought it had gone outside to the wild, until I finished dinner and still did not see the bird back, I was anxious, went out and asked everywhere to look for, or no trace. That night, I didn't do my homework and couldn't sleep.

When I got to school, my mind was purely about the little bird, and that kind of attachment and anxiety never came. Later, the sister next door told me: that magpie of yours was killed by the little bald head (the famous lazy man in the village), because the bald head caught it and was bitten and broke his hand, so he dropped it on the earth wall and killed it. I couldn't stop my tears. Cried all night.

My midterm grades just collapsed.

I had no early love in my childhood, but I do have a fond memory of a difficult time with baby magpies.

West Xiaodian has a saline field where a reedbed grows.

When I was a child, I used to go to the reed ponds with my children to dig alkali canopies, pound wild duck eggs and catch hermit crabs.

One day a strange thing happened in the reed pond.

There's a depression with a bunch of new soil, and suddenly there are more hermit crabs here.

The children swarmed, you grabbed me, scrambling to loosen the soil, revealing a sack, fishy odor. Bravely opened a look, all scared away.

It was a corpse, and it was completely disfigured.

The public security officers who heard the news immediately blocked off this area of the city, and after a careful defense, it was determined that the deceased was a woman, aged between thirty and forty years old.

Based on this lead, conduct a detailed check in several surrounding townships to see if anyone is missing?

A month has passed, no one came to report the case, and no one came to identify the body, actually became a headless case.

When one plan fails, another one is born. The Public Security Bureau issued a public notice deciding to treat the body as a John Doe, burning it and burying it on the spot.

On that day, people from several nearby villages came to watch and surrounded the hillside, and a large number of plainclothes men mingled with the crowd, watching for movements of those around them.

As the bodies were buried, a little girl hiding behind the crowd couldn't help but cry.

Plainclothes police immediately went forward to bring the little girl back to the police station, without interrogation, the little girl cried out the truth.

It turned out that the deceased was the little girl's mother. Two months ago, the little girl's father lost money gambling, bet his wife to an old bachelor in his fifties, did not expect his wife to death, in front of the children, the two men tore up, the results of the man's hands killed his wife. In order to cover people's ears, claiming that his wife went out to visit relatives, secretly loaded with sacks at night and transported to the salt flats buried. I thought I had done everything right, but I didn't expect to be devoured by hermit crabs and discovered by the children.

The little girl was then intimidated by her father that she would be beaten to death alive if she dared to report the case. Fearing death, she obeyed her father's arrangement and, when the police came to her door to investigate, falsely claimed that her mother had gone out and had not returned. When she learned that her mother was going to be buried, she could no longer control herself and secretly hid in the crowd to watch. Perhaps it is the nature of mothers and children to see the remains of their mothers and lose their voices and cry, which was discovered by the police.

The police immediately responded and caught the father of the young girl who was gambling.

At this point, the headless case was closed.

Childhood, full of memories, carefree, and often cry and make trouble, forcing parents to buy their favorite things.

The funniest part I remember is when I was five years old, I was supposed to be in first grade at age five, but ended up pushing it to age seven.

When I was a child, there were only two classrooms in the village, and there were many children in the village, but they couldn't sit in a lot of people, so they all studied very late, and I was 7 years old before I started first grade, and there was no kindergarten or big class or anything like that nowadays.

I was five years old, my sister was two years older than me, and the teacher who taught me was a relative of my family, so I went through the back door at that point, and I went to first grade at the age of five.

My sister and I made a table, and we always slept in class at that time, and we were beaten with bamboo strips by my relatives.

Still, the hand is exceptionally light.

That time, my sister and I argued during class, and in those days, classes were carried in bottles with water, and conditions were still tough, and that time it was a glass bottle.

My sister and I had a fight and I hit her, and in her anger, she took the bottle out of the hole in the table and smashed it into my nose, and it bled right then and there.

It took a long time to stop the bleeding, and then I didn't go to school the next day.

The reason: my sister hit me hard at any time.

And so, I muddled along perfectly until I was seven years old in first grade.

The most unforgettable is the class the teacher spoke of your class, I look at the table under the children's book Sun Wukong, the teacher asked me what I just said did not listen, and then Nu sound XXx stand up, what I just said, I was stupid stood up and busy said Sun Wukong, the whole class laughed.

Let me answer your question: Childhood memories always carry the flavor of home, no matter when and where you think of it all feel warm. Those years those things like scattered in the river of memory of a small pearl, wear a string is the whole childhood memories. Always lingering in the mind, as if never far away, and as if it happened yesterday.

Winter ❄️❄️❄️❄️

In winter, the river is thick with ice, so you don't have to make a big detour to go to school and cross the bridge, you can just skate across the ice.

When the snow passes, the melted snowflakes ❄️ drip down from the eaves, flowing while solidifying into crystal clear ice skates, which become sharper and sharper the further down they go.

I often hide from my mother's eyes, turn the corner of the house to jump up and reach the short ice skates to eat. Ice skates hard and crunchy and slippery, a touch on the ground fell to pieces, pick up the longest in the mouth and chew, through the cool, with a hint of sweetness, like a summer popsicle. After growing up, I have eaten a variety of flavors of popsicles, but I can no longer eat the flavor of childhood.

Thick snow like a ski slope, I squatted on the ground by my father pulling both arms in the snow running, the joyful laughter shook the snowflakes on the trees drifting down in all directions.

Spring 🌸🌸🌸🌸

Spring has come, the ice melts and the snow melts. The water in the river sings happily, the black tadpoles with big heads and small tails swim freely, the big ones grow day by day on their mother's way, and the small ones weave a net full of densely packed little black dots. Put your hands together 🤲, gently place them in the water where the tadpoles are about to swim through, and slowly cupping them outward 🤲, you will be able to cupping out a few. Soft, slippery, itchy sticking to the palm of the hand moving around, a soft heart and slowly put them back into the water.

🌿 The riverbanks grow hairy grass, it is the time to grow spikes, pull out a, the green skin layer by layer peeled, inside is full of white fluff. It was so sweet and creamy in my mouth that I was able to pull a large handful of it in a while and take it home to my mother.

Qingming is here, "Ten thousand willows are hanging down green silk tapestries." I and my buddies and I folded down many long willow branches to weave such a hat, with a few wildflowers inserted on top. Singing happily returned home.

Summer 🍃🍃🍃🍃

Mangrove The captain announced, the whole team of women and children are scrambling to the stubble field to pick up the fallen ears of wheat, golden bright crystal wheat scattered in the stubble of the edges and corners of the release of attractive light, blinding people's eyes. Whoever finds it first is the one who has it, can't hold it in his hand, in order to prevent others from intentionally taking the wrong one, just use a straw around a few times to tie it up and put it away. And then and grandmothers and aunts of the generation to "grab". No need to be embarrassed, if you grab it, you can eat the white bun 😀.

Summer rain 💦 especially high, bare feet walking in the mud nest, digging a piece of mud pinched into the shape of a nest, reversed towards the ground to make a strong fall, making a crisp sound. Whoever makes the loudest noise is the winner.

🐟 There are fish in the river and shrimp in the water, and a random poke with a dung scoop more or less never misses.

In June, the lotus flowers bloom in the pond, in which sits the lotus girl.

I went into the water to pick flowers 🌸, scared away the dragonflies and frogs 🐸.

The fennel grass seems to have endless picking up the ground horn skin, you can pick up a big basket of heads in an afternoon, beat two eggs, sprinkle some chopped onions and chopped chili 🌶️ peppers, put some shrimp, and put down some noodles. A pot of delicious pepper paste is ready.

Fall 🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

Fall memories are all in the fields. Catching crickets, catching grasshoppers, baking sweet potatoes, burning fur beans, picking wild fruits. Digging a big hole in the field of Heyo, putting a few 🍠 in it, covering it with a thin layer of soil, on top of that in a thick pile of bean-leaf grass, lighting a fire 🔥, sitting down and waiting to eat. The breeze blew white smoke, a long curtain of smoke against the blue sky.

Watch the movie at 🎦🎦🎦🎦

When I was a child, I liked to go to the open-air movie with my father, and I would go to see it as long as I could. The four corners of a large white cloth were tied to a tree trunk with a rope, and when the electric light was on and the slide projector turned up, all kinds of people were moving on the white cloth, cars were running, animals were screaming, and the people watching were shocked. I first sat on my father's shoulder and watched the movie, and then when I got a bicycle, I stood on the back of it. The movie ended in the middle of the night, and the moon in its clear light 🌙 hung in the treetops. Fog 🌁 shrouded the fields, far and near were swaying silhouettes, the sound of happy dogs barking, that kind of excitement will never be forgotten for the rest of my life.

When there was no movie to watch, adults and children gathered in the wheat field after dinner, the adults gossiped about their parents, and the children played the kind of game that they would never get tired of playing a hundred times, such as "the eagle catches the chickens", "kill the sheep", "Mouse drilling eighteen holes" were games that accompanied me when I was growing up.

Childhood is a never-ending book 📖, a never-ending story. When I grow up, whenever I am depressed and physically tired, those precious memories of my childhood can always make me feel warm and happy, encouraging me to continue to work hard to move forward.

My childhood memories are like those fragments of Cantonese, very few of them can be imprinted in my mind, and even fewer of them can be described as "precious" memories. Among the fragments of my childhood memories, there are three things that I remember particularly well, because they are like life that cannot be started over, not to mention the fact that a movie can be played an unlimited number of times. They are deeply imprinted in my mind, like a black and white photo, very blurred but can never be erased.

My uncle was a good uncle before he got married.. I remember when I was three or four years old, my uncle was in junior high school, and one Sunday afternoon he asked two of his classmates from the village to go to town to play. My uncle rode his bicycle and took me with him, and I was very happy to sit in his car because it was my first time to go to the town, and I was just an unseasoned bumpkin who was very curious about everything. My uncle even bought me a bunch of ice candy gourds with his pocket money, which were the best ice candy gourds I had ever eaten in my life.

Uncle in addition to take me to the street to play, usually at home will also lift me up high, will also use a full face of beard to tie me, especially when he just shaved, the beard is hard to tie the itchy; will tickle the soles of my feet, and crispy and itchy. Whenever this time I will smile especially bright, and will only hit me scold my mother compared to, I prefer thoughtful uncle.

Then my uncle got married and never played with me again. Uncle was still kind-hearted, but there was little freedom in the walled city. Once in the walled city, it is like the sea, I realize the difficulty of my uncle. I will always remember my uncle's kindness to me and have never forgotten it.

It also happened when I was three or four years old, not long after lunch one summer day, my neighbor's big brother ran to our house and told my dad, "Big sister sank under the water and disappeared!" That day, after lunch, my big sister followed my next-door neighbor's big brother and big sister to swim in the creek at the head of the village.

When dad heard his brother say that, his whole body didn't feel too good, and he immediately darted out to the river. Mom also followed and ran out, only my sister and I were at home. That day was a particularly sad and long day. We waited for a long time for mom and dad to come back, and they were like a deflated ball, hanging their heads in shame. After that day, my sister never came back, and even now we don't dare to talk about my sister, and we don't dare to ask my mom and dad what happened.

For this painful memory, I have forever hidden in the bottom of my heart, never dare to reveal this scar in front of mom and dad, and even more afraid to say "missing" the three words, the significance of these three words is extraordinary. This incident was a big blow to mom, whenever she went out to work and came back without seeing his brother, the first thing she would always ask me: "Where did my brother go?" After a long time I especially resent my mother asked me this every day, as if I was always my brother's tail, I answered I don't know, and my mother even got angry.

My mom's daily questioning has cast a big shadow on my life, causing me to dislike asking my loved ones where they are going because they have the freedom to go wherever they want. Now when my husband goes out every day I don't ask him and he doesn't have to tell me where he is going because he has the freedom to do so, instead every time my daughter sees her dad go out she asks where is he going?

When I was five years old we moved to a new house and there was a patch of guava at the back of the new house. Every summer the trees bore lots of fruit, but of course that patch of fruit trees belonged to someone else. We looked at that fruitful patch of guava trees and croaked with gluttony.

The owner of the guava tree used to pick baskets of guava and sell them at the village's supply and marketing center. One day, my father took my siblings and me to the marketplace to play, and we happened to see the owner of the guava tree selling guavas there. Dad bought four guavas, and we held them as big as our faces and bit into the flesh with great satisfaction.The flesh of the guava was crisp and juicy, fragrant and sweet. It wasn't long before the guava trees were leveled and planted with other crops. Since then, we have never had that flavor of guava again.

Childhood is carefree, and the memories of childhood are so deeply imprinted in my mind that they can never be erased. There was happiness and sadness; there was darkness and light.

Childhood experience of raising sparrows is impressive.

I remember as if in April or May, after school, about a few buddies to pull out sparrows. That is a dangerous work, sparrows are generally in the house on the hill or under the eaves of the nest, these places are as high as three to five meters, we can only find those short houses, hit the ladder to pull out, if you are lucky, a nest can pull out four or five. April and May sparrows are still small, is "red meat eggs", very good.

Raising sparrows is a labor of love. When the sparrows were small, they were fed bugs and grasshoppers. So after school, catching bugs and grasshoppers became the main task. In our area, there was a kind of "hemp bag (i.e., wild corns)" that was prone to leafrollers, so we picked the leaves of the leafrollers and fed them one by one.

There is a river to the east of my village, and a wide sandy beach. The sandy beach was covered with clusters of grasses, weeds, and other grasses, and the grasshoppers grew among them. After school, I would fold a branch and sweep the sand grasshoppers as I walked, catching a long string of them in the morning. Feed them carefully for a while, and the little sparrows grew quickly. A month or so later, they will be able to fly. When the sparrows are big, they have to be fed to the grain, and my mother is very opposed to this, and sometimes when she is not at home, she secretly releases them, and when she comes home and learns about it, she can't help but cry a little.

It's funny in retrospect, but also sweet.