When I was staying at school, I knew that my son had no time to have breakfast, so I bought him cereal and asked him to bring a pack of cereal to the classroom every day to drink when class was over, but he often didn’t drink it, not saying water not kai lun not means no water. Since renting a house and living outside the school, it was cold at first. I was afraid that my son could not wait for boiling water when he came to class. I would help him soak oatmeal in a thermos cup and put it in his schoolbag every morning. Sometimes I don’t have time to drink cereal until the afternoon, but it is still warm. However, as the weather gradually warmed up, my son came back at night and told me that the brewed oatmeal would become smelly in the afternoon, and the Cup also became clear water. I just wanted not to help him make it well, so I poured the dried cereal into the cup, and then soaked it when I thought of drinking water. After a period of time, the effect was good. Every night I wash the dirty cup and dry it, waiting for the next morning to fill the cereal. My son was doing his homework, and I thought about the cereal in the cup. Since tomorrow is a week, I don’t want to use the cup, so I don’t want the cereal to be empty overnight, just tell my son that I have soaked cereal for you, OK? My son didn’t raise his head and said no. At dusk, his son finished his homework. He opened the Cup with his hand and suddenly screamed: Mom, is the cup empty? Empty? Have you finished drinking cereal? I asked son. No! My son said, “you didn’t put cereal, did you? How? I clearly remember that I washed the Cup again in the morning. Could it be that I put the cereal on the table and didn’t pour it in? I said unsure and quickly looked at the table in the living room, but I didn’t see any cereal on the table. I was really confused. Did I really wash the cup and put it into my son’s schoolbag without taking cereal at all? But I can’t remember it myself. Is it true that every year is not good! When I get older, my memory decreases? Recalling the last year, I felt it was really like this. There were often things that I just remembered. If I didn’t do it or take notes at that time, I would not remember anything after a while. I remembered that when I just came to this rental house, I needed to wear comfortable and lightweight shoes for physical examination training. I wanted to help my son wear a pair of shoes. I was afraid that I would forget it, so I wrote it on the paper and put it in my pocket, I think that as long as I touch the paper in the bag and see what is written on it, I will remember the matter of holding shoes. But it happened that I forgot for three consecutive days. When I was about to leave, I felt that there was still one thing that was not done well, but I just couldn’t remember it. Every day when I saw the shoes my son wore on his feet, I just remembered that I forgot to take the shoes. I always regret that my mind was so bad that I finally remembered it on the fourth day. Forgetting shoes and pouring oatmeal are all trivial matters of life and do not hinder the major matters of life. However, it would not be a joke if the food was cooked and forgot to turn off the gas, or the cooking on the pot was done to do something else and so on, which caused a big accident. One empty cup made me alert: I need to pay more attention to everything and do things carefully.

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As long as you think of your father, you will remember your childhood brilliance. Although you are young and ignorant, and many plots are hard to remember, there are always many scenes deeply engraved in your young heart, even if time is ruthless and has been flowing for so many years, it cannot kill any memory. Among Brothers and Sisters, I am the most naughty one. My elder brothers and sisters were a lot older than me. Just when my father and mother thought there would be no more children, I broke into their arms. The joy of my parents could be imagined. Although life was hard at that time, their parents were both rural farmers in the old age, and the country custom of having more sons and more blessings was deeply rooted in their minds. Although every time you open your mouth, it will increase the burden on your shoulders, parents are willing to suffer such sufferings and suffer such sins. When he grew up and became sensible, he realized that his father was a silent and unsmiling man of crops, which was quite different from his father in his childhood. In those unforgettable days, my mind was blank. Since I was two or three years old, I gradually had memories of my childhood. Some fragments of my life were far away when I remembered them, but I still remembered them with scales and claws, slowly recall, just like what happened yesterday. At that time, there was no electric light. At night, there were all oil lamps. The oil was not the foreign oil mentioned by villagers, but almost all the rapeseed oil grown by themselves. When the night came, the lights were like beans, and the whole room was dim. The whole family gathered in the same room and went to sleep after dinner, which could save lamp oil. When my father was excited, he would catch me like a chicken while my mother was taking care of my elder brother and sister sleeping. He would carry me to his raised legs and hold one of my small hands with both hands, after sitting firmly on the ankles, he pulled his hands upward, and his feet were also forced to move upward. While moving, he read: riding a pier, being a scholar, the scholar ate a bowl of noodles, and rushed to the county in one breath, after drinking a bowl of tea in the county, I rushed to the government. The government ate a bowl of cake and rushed home. Children’s songs are not short, but it is a pity that these words are the only ones I can remember now. If I remember them all, I will feel more smelly if I read them again. It was a simple game that made me happy. After a long time, my father’s face was covered with fine sweat beads. Sometimes, my mother would put me on her ankles when she was busy and having a short break, just like my father’s style, holding my little hands tightly, letting me, a little person, with her legs, it rises and falls. My mother was so upset that she giggled. My mother’s face was full of joy. When I was a child, I was the little tail of my parents and always drove them away. Sometimes they were annoyed and stubborn, so I had to turn a blind eye to accommodate my mess. When my father was in a good mood, he would lift me up, put it on his ankles and play tricks with me on horseback. In the countryside at that time, under the circumstance that there was almost nothing to enlighten children’s intelligence, these games which father was keen on entertaining children were undoubtedly the best enlightenment, especially those nursery rhymes growing from the land under their feet are the spiritual food that native rural children first come into contact with. Almost every rural child listens to such folk songs, under the care of my parents, I grew up day by day; These folk songs are naturally indelible warm memories in my heart. When my father took a lot of effort to beat me, my father didn’t play the game of riding a horse with me slowly, let alone her physical strength, how can I compare with my father? But I have already known this folk song by heart. Sometimes, when I was chasing the chicken and chasing the dog in the yard and making the chicken fly and the dog jump, I still read it in a beautiful high voice: riding a horse, being a scholar, the scholar ate bowls of noodles and rushed to the county. The county went to drink a bowl of tea, and rushed to the government. The government ate bowls of cakes and rushed home. In a family, it was always a pleasant thing to have such a noisy voice of children. If there were children and women, there would be hope. But at that time, we couldn’t think of the details of our parents’ hearts at all, but one thing is certain, they hope that this family will have a good harvest, and hope that in front of their own eyes, children will go together, which is also the most real and most concerned idea of their generation. People say that time is like a blink of an eye, which is true. It seems that the childhood scene has not gone far. The waist of parents has been stooping slowly, and we naughty eggs have grown up. When I became a family, when I had my own child, and when my child could talk nonsense, my father would also hold his grandson very affectionately, put the child on the ankles carefully and hold the child’s small hands carefully, letting the child enjoy the fun of riding a pier, shaking the old legs while reading, riding a pier, being a scholar, it is a replica of my childhood. At this time, my father’s face was more kind and happy, and his cheeks were full of wrinkles. The charm of life in rural families was vivid, warm and pleasant. As my father did, I put my daughter on my ankles, held her little hands and wandered hard. While moving up and down, I read, rode a horse on a pier, and became a scholar. The scholar ate bowls and noodles, the daughter who rushed to the county was also full of excitement, shaking with joy, as if she was back to the past, back to her childhood, and then looked at her old parents, I suddenly felt something unspeakable in my heart. Now let’s interpret this folk song, which can be said to be the hope and sustenance of rural parents for their children. The word scholar is the highest pursuit in their hearts. Although this kind of hope and pursuit is not lost because of the passage of time, on the contrary, one generation is stronger than another generation, because the society always makes progress in front of the court, with the development of the times, people have new demands in their hearts. Naturally, expectations will only be higher and higher. Many hopes in folk songs have become reality. Just thinking of these nursery rhymes again, a picture scroll of time will be spread out. Those unique charm is really hard to say.

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