Childhood, let's stack the quilt.

Now, I am a junior high school student and feel the heavy burden of life. Suddenly I felt like I was already a little adult.

I was able to take a day off on Saturday night. When I was eating enough, when I was lying on the bed, I saw the old man taking the quilt of the bed and stacking it, and asked him in an adult’s tone: "Little kid, why?"

"Little kid" younger brother said: "Sister, how did the spacecraft do it?"

I heard this sentence, my head stunned, then I laughed.

That was a child's business.

It was also the evening, and I learned how my mother folded the quilt. Stacked for a long time, but it can not be stacked into a "tofu block." The heart was anxious and folded. I didn't expect the beating of the stack to become a spaceship. I had a whimsy, called the brother who had a runny nose to open a "spaceship."

I stuffed the small pillow into the "spaceship", the steering wheel and the storage room. Also use the big pillow as the door of the "spaceship." Then put a pillow behind the back when driving.

That winter, my brother and I played in the "spaceship" for a long time, warm and satisfied to sleep.

Today, I didn't expect my brother to remember this. When I was about to speak, I saw my brother twisting and pinching. I also want to play again, just help stack.

Everything in childhood, like running water, can’t catch it; like gold, it’s so precious; like Mount Tai, it stands in everyone’s heart.

Childhood, let's stack the quilt! What will you fold?

Third day: corn buns