Childhood is a song

On the road to our colorful growth, we must have a wonderful time for us to be full of laughter. It is like a song that records the bits and pieces of the past. After many years, it still exudes its childish smile and pulls us into sweet memories...

Open this meaningful DVD, look for the record that tells the soul, and then come back with the colorful notes of the past. I remember the thunderstorm that day, and it became raging with the help of the wind. The diligent and tired parents are still working hard in the ground. The sweat drowns the tired body and refuses to wipe it. In my heart, there is only one thought, that is, let the children live a happy life without food and clothing. I am a self-reliant child. From the age of 3, I was alone at home, and I became a small head of household. In the face of loneliness, coldness, I only have a calm face, I am brave and confident, I believe there will be hope for a goal. So since I was 6 years old, I started to learn to wash dishes and cook rice. I don't want to worry about my hard-working parents' housework, and I don't want to let the wet parents feel warm when they go home. It was my first brave attempt. I used to leave home. The firewood that was far away was hard to pull into the cold room, learning the mother's appearance, first looking for the softer branches to ignite with the match, when I picked up the box of the heavy match in my heart, I I remembered the parents who were hungry and frozen in the ground. I immediately pulled out a match and gently made a famous one. After spending half a box of matches, I was speechless. I didn’t expect myself to even have a match. No, no way, I can only bite my head to ask my neighbor's grandmother. When she heard my help, she was shocked. I told her that it was cold and the room was cold. I wanted to get a fire. But she thought it was an excuse for me to find a fire, and shook her head. I went home with frustration, but I thought I couldn’t give up so easily. I turned back and said to her, my parents are hungry and frozen in the ground. Can I have the heart to do nothing at home? Please help me to see me in my filial piety! In the end, she still didn't marry me. After the warnings over and over again, I looked at the raging fire in the kitchen.

In this way, I carefully add firewood, the water in the pot will boil in a short time, I am happy like a cage bird that has just been released, I help my parents find clean clothes, put them on the side and reserve them. My parents saw a smoky smoke on the chimney and thought that my sister was back! I didn't expect it to be my smart and capable girl. When they saw that I was on the side of the stove and added firewood, I couldn't believe my eyes. Then there were two rows of hot tears flowing on my cheeks. My father was Happy to keep talking, his daughter is sensible!

Recalling this past, I put a deep imprint on my childhood. Whenever I look up under the tree of fallen leaves, it will linger in my ear like a string of notes, evoke my childhood. Memories!

The third day of the school in Qiuligou Town, Dunhua City, Jilin Province: Zhang Yue