IfIwereaboyagain,Iwouldpracticeperseverancemoreoften,andnevergiveupathingauseitwasorinconvenient.Ifwewantlight,wemustconquerdarkness.Perseverancecansometimesequalgeniusinitsresults.“Thereareonlytwocreatures,”syasaproverb,“whocansurmountthepyramids—theeagleandthesnail.”IfIwereaboyagain,Iwouldschoolmyselfintoahabitofattention;Iwouldletnothingcomebetweenmeandthesubjectinhand.Iwouldrememberthatagoodskaternevertriestoskateintwodirectionsatonce.Thehabitofattentionomespartofourlife,ifwebegainearlyenough.
Ioftenheargrownuppeoplesay“Icouldnotfixmyattentiononthesermonorbook,althoughIwishedtodoso”,andthereasonis,thehabitwasnotformedinyouth.IfIweretolivemylifeoveragain,Iwouldpaymoreattentiontothecultivationofthememory.Iwouldstrengthenthatfacultybyeverypossiblemeans,andoneverypossibleoccasion.Ittakesalittlehardworkatfirsttorememberthingsaccurately;butmemorysoonhelpsitself,andgivesverylittletrouble.Itonlyneedsearlycultivationtoomeapower.
Mychildhood,itisasongwithahappymood,arecordofmychildhoodfun,bigandsmall.Rememberonce,mymothertosleeponthesofa,3yearsoldIsitonthefloorplayingwithblocks,threefeetsalivadown,andIamalsohelpingtoputonapairof,sillysmile.Suddenly,Isawalikerabbitearstwoironpiece,andputonasmallblackball.Itakethisblackthings,barelittlefeet"kipper,snapped,"ranthesofaoverthere.
ThenI"ride"onmom,pickeduptheironwenttomotherinthenostrils,motherwasIwoke,seethisstupididea,Iwillunderstand.Momsmiledandtookme,Igladlyrun.Mothercatchupwithme,apickedupsaidtome:"kid,dontalwaysthinkofsomewaytodealwithme!"Ijumpedoutofhismothersarmsandranaway.Thisismychildhoodstory,remembernow,Ifeelfunny.
Irememberitlikeyesterday.Wewereallwaitingpatientlyformyfathertocomehomefromtheracetrack.Hepromisedmeandmysisterthatifhewon,hewouldtakeusalltoRyePlayland.Theminutesfeltlikehours.Itwasthelongesthourofmylife.Thenfinallyweheardthecardoorshut.Meandmysisterrantothefrontdooranxiouslywaitingforthenews.Heopenedthedoorandwalkedin.Wetriedtoreadtheexpressiononhisfacebutofcoursehewaslookingdownwhiletakinghissneakersoff.
Thesuspensewaskillingus.Thenhelookedup.Nowordswerespokenbetweenusandourfather.Hejustgaveusablankstare.Ididntknowwhattothink.IwasscaredtoaskbecauseIwassoworriedoftheresponse.Itwasthatmomentwhenhesaidtous,"Wellkids,pickoutwhatyourgoingtoweartoRyeplaylandthisweekend."Excitementjustjumpedthroughoutmywholebody.WebothranoverandgavehimthebiggesthugandranupstairstopickoutwhatwehadtobringandstartthetriptoRyeontheweekends.
IwasborninabeautifulvillageinShanToucity.
Myhometownisverybeautiful.Ithasmangbeautifullandscape.TheYangYIParkismyparadise.Itismanypeoplesparadise,too.
Inmychildhood,IoftenplaygamewithmyfriendsinYangYiGarden.TheYangYiParkhasagoodtimetomeandmyfriends.
Inmychildhood,IlikeYangYiPark,best.Becauseitverybeautiful.Inthespring,thegraisveryfreshandgreen.Theleavesareverygreen.Theflowers,areverybeautiful.Andthekites,areflyingsky,thechildrenareveryhappy.Everymorning,somepeopelplaysportsinYangYiPark.Theyoungmenplaysportsinit,theoldmenplaysportsinit,too.
Oh,Imiyou,mychildhood.
Iasborninanordinaryfamily,butthelovemyparentsgavememademefeelthatIasthehappiestgirlintheorld.BeforeIenttomiddleschool,myparentsdecidedtoletmeliveinthehometon,hereIspentthegoodtime.Iassurroundedbygreentreesandcleanater.Everyday,Iouldplayfunnygamesithmyfriends.henIenttomiddleschool,Ilefthometonandmovedtothecitytoliveithmyparents.
Ineededtofocusmyattentiontostudy.Everynight,myfatherouldcheckmyhomeorkandifIhadquestions,heouldhelpmetosolvethem.Mymotheralaysmadedeliciousdessertforus.henIfinishedhomeork,eatethemtogetherandtalkedhappily.Ihadthegoodtimeofmychildhood.
Ialwaysdreamaboutreturningtothepast.Asmanypeoplesay,childhoodisthehappiestandeasiesttimeinone’slife.Childrenshowyoutheirtrueemotions.
Theyknowwhatiscompassionandwhatistolerancebetterthanadults.
Intheirworld,allrealthoughtsarepresented.
Theymayeasilyhavedifferentopinionswithothers,buttheyneverunderstandwhatisanimosity.
Theyenjoymakingfriendsbuttheyneverthinkaboutmakingsocialcommunicationnet.Everychildtalksfromthebottomofhisheartwithoutevilplanshiddenandneverintriguesagainsteachother.
Onlyinchildren’swaycanadultsmakeourlifesimple,morerealandmoreenjoyable.
Iwisheveryone’sheartwouldkeepasinnocentandlovelyastheyeverdidintheirchildhood.Then,thewallsbetweenourheartscanbebrokendownandtheworldwouldbeabetterplacetolivein.
Ilivewithmyparentsandmygrandmother.Mygrandmotherisakindelderlypeople.Shelikestalkingandshealwaystellsmestoriesofhers,myfather’sandmine.Sheisfullfilledwithmemories.ShetoldmethatIwasquietanddocilewhenIwaslittle.Myparentswenttoworkallday,andmygrandmothertookcareofmeandmycousin.Aftershefedme,Isatandplayedmyself.Shedidn’thavetoworrymuchaboutme.Ialmostmadenotroubles.Butmycousinwasnot.
Heneversatwelloratehisfoodtactfully.Mygrandmotherhadtoalwayskeepaneyeonhimtopreventmakingtroubles.But,therewasonethingdrovehercrazy.ThatwasIdidn’tlikegoingtoschool.WhenIwasattheschoolage,myparentssentmetoschool.ButIcriedeverymorningwhenIarrivedatschool.Theyhadtocomfortmeforalongtimetobringmeintoclassroom.Aftertwoorthreemonthslater,thesituationbecamegood.Ilikemygrandmothersharingthestorieswithme.Itmakesmewarmandbeloved.
Iwasborninasmallcountywhichispoor.Therefore,therewerenobeautifulclothesormanytoys.BeforeIwenttoschoolatsix,Ionlyplayedwithmypeersnearby.ItwassuchawonderfulperiodthatIwouldneverforget.Wealwaysmadeourtoysindependently,whichcostnomoneyatall.Sometimes,parentswouldhelpmakingtoysaswell.Wecouldplayfrommorningtonightuntilparentstoldustogohomefordinner.
However,asaruralchild,Imusthelpmyparentsdoingfarmworkinthebusyseason,suchasplantingandharvesting.Besides,mymotherisateacher.Therefore,shebegantoteachmetoreadandcountwhenIwasthree,soIhadtospendsometimeIstudy.Now,rememberingit,Ifeelmuchhappyratherthanupset.
Igrewupinasmallvillage.Iamthesecondchildofthefamily,andmysisteristheeldest.OurhouseisonthemainstreetofthevillagesoIalwayssawalotofpeopleonthestreetsTherewerefarmers,fishermen,andafewmerchantsinthevillage.
MysisterandIusedtoplaywiththenext-doorchildren;theirfatherisanelementaryschoolteacher.Sometimeswhenweplayedtogetherinthehousewemadesomuchnoisethatmymotherwantedustoplayoutside,sowewenttotheseashoretolookforcrabsandclams,andprettyseashells,too.
Also,weenjoyedrunningonthebeachchasingeachother.Onbreezydaysweusedtoenjoyflyingkitesonthebeach.WhenIlookbackonmyearlylifeinthevillage,IfeelIhadahappychildhood.
Manypeoplewillbeunforgettable,memorablethings,unforgettableperson,memorableday,aclasstoremember...Iwasthemostmemorableofmychildhood.Childhoodlikeacupofmilk,containsthefunofchildhood.Childhoodislikeastream,flowingchildhoodfriendship;Childhoodislikeasong,thesongwithourhappychildhood.Howisnotmemorabletome?
Mychildhoodwasspentinliaohomefortransshipment.Thescenerythereisbeautiful,greengrass,greenflowers,freshair,weallimmersedinthevillageinthemountains,composeacolorfulpicture.Wehaveafewfriend,threegroup,twogroupofson,playintheprocessofthatsweetvoice,echoedacrossthesky,wanderingthemidterm,foralongtimecantstop!
Duringmychildhood,Ioftenpickwildflowersonthehill,lookingforthebambooshootswithfriends,playgames,backchildhoodthatafewinterestingchildrenssong...
Ilivewithmyparentsandmygrandmother.Mygrandmotherisakindelderlypeople.Shelikestalkingandshealwaystellsmestoriesofhers,myfather’sandmine.Sheisfullfilledwithmemories.ShetoldmethatIwasquietanddocilewhenIwaslittle.
Myparentswenttoworkallday,andmygrandmothertookcareofmeandmycousin.Aftershefedme,Isatandplayedmyself.Shedidn’thavetoworrymuchaboutme.Ialmostmadenotroubles.Butmycousinwasnot.Heneversatwelloratehisfoodtactfully.
Mygrandmotherhadtoalwayskeepaneyeonhimtopreventmakingtroubles.But,therewasonethingdrovehercrazy.
ThatwasIdidn’tlikegoingtoschool.WhenIwasattheschoolage,myparentssentmetoschool.ButIcriedeverymorningwhenIarrivedatschool.Theyhadtocomfortmeforalongtimetobringmeintoclassroom.Aftertwoorthreemonthslater,thesituationbecamegood.
Ilikemygrandmothersharingthestorieswithme.Itmakesmewarmandbeloved.
Mychildhoodwashappywithmymother’slove.Inmyyoungheart,mymotherwasstrongandhealthyandnevergotsick.Shetookmetotheprimaryschoolandhomeeveryday.Nomatterwhenit’srainyorwindy.
Butoneday,afterwegothomefromschool,mymotherwentintothebedroomandstayedinbed.Ididn’tknowwhathadhappened.
Isatbesideher,mymothersaidtome,“itdoesn’tmatter,mumonlyhasaheadache.Iwillbeallrightafterawhile.”Althoughmothersaidso,Ifoundtearsinhereyesbecauseofpain,atthattimeIknewadultsalsogotillandcried.IdecidedIwouldtakecareofmymotherfromthenon.
Duringmysummerholidayin2003,Ifoundapart-timejobasacleanerinKFC.IdidnotrealizethatitwasnotaneasyjobbeforeIdidit.
Ihadtoworksevenhoursaday,whichwouldlastthreeweeks.ThejobwastiringandboringbecauseIhadtogetupearlyandwenttobedlate.EverydayIhadtorepeatthesamework,whichnearlymadememad.Ialmostgaveitup,butfinallyIstickeditoutuntilthenewsemesterbegan.Theexperiencetaughtmealessonthatthereisnofreelunch.
IhavetoworkhardtogetwhatIwant.SotheexperienceisverymeaningfulandIknowthevalueoflabour.
Mychildhoodisacolorfulflower.Itrecordstheinterestingstoriesofmychildhood.IwillsharethemwithmyfriendswhenIamhappy.
Irememberonedayduringthesummervacation,mymothersawthatIdidntlikespinach,soshesaidtome,"letseatspinach.Itsgoodforyoubecauseitcontainsiron."Lovetoaskthebottomofmymind:eh?Howcanthescienceteachertellmethislittleknowledge?Imustfindout!
Momfinallyboughtspinach,andIrantothebedroomtofindamagnet,thinking:haha,Icanfinallycompleteascientificexperimentlikeascientist!Imsoexcited.Ijumpedintothekitchen.Itookthemagnetandsuckeditonthespinachforawhile,butthespinachwasstilltherelikeasoldier.However,theironpotononesiderangformiles.
Mychildhoodisamyriadofsmallnotes,theysingbeautifulsongsinmymind.
I’dliketotellyousomethingaboutmychildhood.WhenIwassixyearsold,Iwasalovelygirl!
Oneday,myfathersawsomefishintheriver,soheaskedme,“Whycanfishonlyliveinwater?”Ithoughtaboutit,thenIgavehimtheanswer,“Becausetherearesomecatsonthebank.”Myfatherlaughedwhenheheardthat.Thenhesaid,“Youaresmart!”Iwashappytohearthat.
Maybeyouwillsay,“It’safunnyanswer.”Now,Ithink,itisveryinteresting.AndnowIamsmart.Myparentslovemeverymuch.Iamsohappytohavethatchildhood.