memories of childhood

c5qh6156 · Wysłany: 10 Mar 2011, 13:0 Temat postu: memories of childhood

Editor's Note: memories of childhood, leaving of food for thought. Young happy family chores, although ramble. However, it would be a true reflection of life. Simple life, honest emotion, a vivid picture of life vividly. Integration of the years running the family, so have a lot of memories of childhood. Memory is good, life is upward. Recommended enjoy! Age may be really on, and always tranquil in recent memory, always in the sunshine with your eyes closed ponder some thing of the past, and perhaps some adult experience is always something less than satisfactory, so are more willing to stay in the memory In childhood, the simplicity of country life that is simple, a touch of water picturesque grass childhood.

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awakened memories of childhood when should the date, I really did not deliberately checked. Which in my mind, probably from the earliest even if the. And students have said that my life may be a relationship with the train (of course not in the sketch Song Dandan those lines), because the first thing I remember the train whistle sound, in the dark of night,beats by dr dre, in the mother's arms , has a memorable voice woke me, then mother said when we are waiting for the train station waiting room, to see the big sister had been hospitalized for a long time, do not know what the mother was feeling, but now seems to me that Ming There is a siren still play an inexhaustible sense of desolation.

sister's illness has been going on for years, although I do not have much of an impression, but often heard his mother sing while doing needlework of those sad songs, so I'm always careful to ssummit with the mother, In my memory, I did not tell the mother to any toys,beats by dre, no pocket money to have even a penny, nor told her what I like, or afraid of anything, not even said to her I'm hungry, I do not want When she was sad at the move she was enraged. Childhood depression is such a big sister after they were married in the end, happy life is starting from that time, the family not only have a brother's care, but also a vibration that one of our radio family man, father of each days of the hoe down to open it,dr dre headphones, I always give the mother at that time the bellows, because both can be heard on the radio to work and put the serial storytelling,beats by dre, and perhaps did not know then what is the meaning of literature, but those who hook The story is really breathtaking I accept the first literary education.

II Chunchi Jian childhood

six or seven, my father watching the garden for the brigade, the gardens in the valley far from home, I often go there to help and Third Sister father to look after the garden has also done live within its capacity, that time is not now such a affluent garden varieties, but those green celery, cabbage looks sturdy, full of cabbage, and a length out of ground radish son, and still give you insight into the meaning of harvest. Especially in the morning wore on both leaves glistening dew, like pearls scattered over the ground, in componenticular, crystal, especially dazzling. At that time, I, also emerges relaxed a lot, you can talk loudly, it may free the shuttle on top of the ridge, and even his father can eat porridge of corn residue that polenta with fresh fragrance, with a touch of sweetness to stay in my Chunchi Jian, also stayed in the memory of his childhood.

in radical school, I almost never heard music, the most pleasant sound that great even if the crowing rooster sonorous chicken mixed with the mother when the cries of joy giggle sound, barren, health from childhood grow some thin yellow dog and kitten playing between the sound, as well as home warm evening, the sheep bleating sound, this is my day where you can enjoy free music package, of course, determined the existence of these small things is not a hobby for me, more importantly, their own value. Children produced chicken eggs allows us to improve the look too tedious food, but also to support their family, the mother extra attention to this. Spare the sheep of course, is that his father's treasure, which fatten the sheep, which ewes to lambing, and his father are crystal clear, of course, to work hard along with me, because every night My father will be sent to pick them active in the alleyways of the Hill home, but also as they forage for food at night.
Whenever I see the tail stout twisted sheep grazing hard time, I felt at that time, for it is a drunk father, and enjoy. Grew up watching sheep fat day long day, I know, that's a half a year we hope. My sister and I have new clothes, new shoes, oil and salt to eat at home, there is not enough because of work points to make up the production team Gouliang money, all those who count on the family sheep. Most of these sheep to feed his father sold the meat company and turned into cash, sometimes every new year, would kill a sheep on the holiday. Of course, we can unique enjoy a small portion of lamb, most sent by his father and some relatives who helped us with the villagers. Nevertheless, we still feel that life is so much gusto.

these animals in our care of them, the dog is the least important, because the family really is something worth stealing, but the mother dog has been very painful, and even some spoil it, and his mother in a kennel put a very thick straw mattress, still in the chilly winter days it hung a thick curtain, indeed very obedient dog, never bite the things to prepare for it, and have a good education, know how to mother love clean living habits, so the dog in that era around the dog to get his mother well protected, but survived. In the mouse so much noise in the most vicious, the mother with the neighbor to the tiny kitten, this little guy's arespecially in sports and politics has indeed played a key role in rodent control, it graces the moment, so that the dogs have to make for it, so It can not only running jump to the kang, but also who sleep in the dog, the way that people feel calm and comfortable and enjoyable. In my childhood, I have not been to any zoo, but the family did raise these animals has brought me endless joy of childhood, it also brings a feeling beyond words, this feeling, through the Hong Ze of the earth, with her life Kuxin, accompanied by the growth of happiness, exhibited the influence of the sun's warmth.

three seasons

childhood when I was a kid, living at home with endless, for the mother to find time to make clothes for others to support their family, the father done to in the farm have been worn out,mercurial vapor, so the family is the sister with the basic chores we do, fetching water, washing, cleaning yards, feeding the small animals and even cooking. Of course, when the busy farm work but also to the ground, spring has come, we go to the ground and picked up Chazi, the new plow the fields, the soil is so soft, occasionally some of the grass just above the ground, tender and lovely , riding on top, so run stickers, comfortable, like walking in a tan carpet. Chazi ambush there are always some signs, some held out to be a few intensive to be, raised to some of the drum, with Pa son and a hook, a mass of hairy Chazi Diao out to be, back with the Pa promoter sideways hit the net to the ground, left with only the hairy roots groups, and finish it threw a bunch, and then the sun can take home.

often hear mothers say, Grain in Ear melons points before and after the beans, I know spring is about to begin, that time we have to leave to work in the fields, and remember that we planted corn is most with potatoes, sowing two crops essentially the same way, especially in our opinion, are the same lines, the father digging, watering Third Sister, I am filled seeds, sister, tired of living the most dry, spreading manure and of buried. We are serious and hard on every detail, for fear that a few days after germination the seedlings do not look neat, not very strong. At that time, my heart breeds a kind of hope, the arms of a beautiful dream Chuaizhuo.

Summer is a beautiful season, even though we do not have a beautiful dress, and no minuscule straw hat with lace, but the yard was green grape trellis frame is the cradle of my childhood. Vines that frame a large, almost half of the compound across the mother likes flowers, she was always a different flower seeds sown on the vine next to the flowers of the season, that much of the eight high plum, thick morning glory, delicate lotus Black Man-sweat side attached to the vine, enjoy colorful flowers blooming, more of a baggy Zhu Zhu blooming morning glory vines on the ground wrapped in, if not cautiously thought I was home watching the vines will out so gorgeous flowers. The boilingtest summer afternoon, tired of the massive people go to lunch, and I will drill down to enjoy the fun under the grape arbor. Clawed through thick grape leaves, from which cracks can be seen Ye blue blue sky, white clouds like a blossoming flower, that time is always in the clouds to dance or want to chase the sun never sets. Sometimes, suddenly unearthed from the vine next to a picture of her sisters smile, giggle under the waves in the grape trellis. That summer, sour green grapes infected with the pink and slowly, slowly, day by day we grow up.

autumn comes, the family was filled with the golden smile, my father took us back to brandish a sickle harvest all of our sweat, heavy ears of corn, sorghum bright red, full of corn, but also Sunflowers are appealing. Barn filled with lovely fruit, the father always there when nothing stood smiling that smile a little tired,dre beats, but more is satisfactory.

actually I have invariably wanted to do not understand the joy of harvest in the end that is still sad. Becautilize in the fall of the last day, Jia sister out, I do not see the beauty of the dowry, did not see the lively crowd, just know that life sister to someone's home, and my first time not so large kang squeezed . Then, after several years of winter, Third Sister with her mother wrapped her in a good line, but also with his father in exconvert for food with my food stamps to the domain school. In the winter, the father's cough became louder and louder, more urgent. Snow, I did not go to the snow run, did not play in the snow to sweep into a cute snowman, but with basket basket basket of ground Kuai out the yard and today ... ...

, but also a season to snow, I had a dream idly, a dream of years. -

Cold in transit , who is with whom it ends

I am your home

Both my parents came from towns in Mexico. I was born in El Paso, Texas, and when I was four, my family moved to a housing project in East Los Angeles.
Even though we struggled to make ends meet, my parents stressed1) to me and my four brothers and sisters how fortunate we were to live in a great country with limitless opportunities. They imbued2) in us the concepts of family, faith and patriotism.
I got my first real job when I was ten. My dad, Benjamin, injured his back working in a cardboard-box factory and was retrained as a hairstylist. He rented space in a little mall and gave his shop the fancy name of Mr. Ben's Coiffure3)