Poor is a simmering wine

When I was at the Lancang factory, there was a military camp nearby, and the military number would sound very early. In the dark of winter, I think that every time the horn is in the middle of the night, I followed the sound, and I was awakened by my parents, and I was shivering.

The sound of the military squad in the middle, the smell of coal in the air, was the first impression I made about Beijing winter 14 years ago. The reason why I want to make such a bed is because the physical education class at that time has a kilometer run, and the middle school entrance examination will have this one. My father accompanied me every day to run, I often sneaked on the road in the wilderness of the Blue Dragonfly factory. I was always beaten by my father and told me to hurry. At that time, I wore a double-star running shoe. The English name was Double Star. For the first time, I thought that Double Star's moment was thought to be a famous brand like Nike, but it was only after the translation that it was a double star. At that time, boys are wearing double stars. Only a few of them can always wear brand-name shoes. The time of class will keep their feet far and the legs will be higher than others. I have remembered those few sitting postures. I didn’t understand why they were always sitting next to them. Now think about it for about that reason. On the road where the street lights are not available, my father and I often only hear each other's breathing and footsteps. For many years to come, I spent a lot of evenings accompanying my father for a walk. I remember the old road with my father. I remembered that my long-distance running was always a perfect score.

My father was putting all his wishes on me. He retired from the county national tax bureau to go to Beijing to do business, with his wife and son, the entire cash of the family gave me the sponsorship fee left a thousand. Many people asked us why we were so arrogant at the beginning, and abandoned the superiority of the county town. Parents will say that they are afraid that their children will not be able to afford a good home in the future, and we will not be able to recognize the good house. When it comes to the roots, parents will say that because they have less reading, they don’t think much.

So, when I first took the math test in Beijing, I took 79 points. When I learned it at night, my father slammed the door and stood outside the yard. I smoked and looked into the distance. The hands that were so angry were shaking. That is the most disappointing back of my father I have seen. My parents took me to Beijing to play in China when I was a little graduate. I didn't go back after playing. In Tiananmen Square, the father asked a person who had a bottle to earn a few months, and the man said two thousand. So the father said that you can stay and stay and you can live. Because the father’s salary was only eight hundred at the time. Everyone is now crowding into the civil servants. Although it was the end of the wave, but my father used the excellent performance to fire the public carp, and still shake the township, so that our county rumored that my father was Beijing comes to drug trafficking, otherwise there is no logic to explain. What about drug trafficking, chat for a chat, we can not afford even the heating, and every day to go out the ice, the water vapor at night will seal the door, this is afraid that few people have experienced it. In the second year, it was only a few hundred dollars left in the New Year, and even the hometown could not go back.

But at that moment, after all, not starving to death. My mother said that Beijing people are stupid, eating ducks and eating skin, leaving a meaty duck shelf for two dollars, so the mother bought a duck shelf for me to eat. I don't remember that I ate a few. The mother said that she could eat the whole one at the door. She looked very happy, but she always regretted that it didn't make up for me at that moment. It didn't look like me. So high.

My mother will also buy the dead loach for me. She said that the muddy was trafficked to the market in the morning, and it was so fluctuating that it turned like a dead belly, so it sold a pound of money. Mothers bought them back and lived with cold water for a while.

In fact, it is the relationship between dead fish. How many lives can be bought in the farms decades ago? Last year, when I watched "Forty Forty", the mother bought the fish and waited for the fish to die. It seems that the seller is not paying attention. I shot the fish hard. If this piece is left in the crosstalk, it will make people laugh. I will laugh when I hear it, but I will think of my mother’s purchase of the dead mud. Mothers buy back the loach and will sort them out and put them on the roof. You can buy it every time you see it, and when it is dried, it will be eaten slowly in the bottle.

Once, my mother wore slippers on the roof, slipped down when she came down, and the big toe poked on the shovel, and it blew a lot of blood. For one month in a row, every day I helped my mother to go to the hospital to change the medicine. The four-time green road that I walked was also the road I used to run with my father.

The road is now completely prosperous, and the shadows of the past can't be found. I don't remember the way the road used to be, because it was either seen at the beginning of dawn or passed through the mother. When I took my mother's moment, my heart hurts like her feet. Where will I notice the surroundings, so all the impressions about the hospital on that road are concentrated within a few feet around the mother, and the rest are already blurred.

The cottage I used to live in, I remember clearly, remember the pot of rice in the rice cooker, remember the smell of the paint on the desk by the hot pot, and the smell of the toilet floating from the back window.

There are two beds at home, one table, one electric light, one pot. The first-class electric appliance is the backgammon repeater that I have to learn English. It is also the entertainment object of our family. The family can always sing around it after eating rice. recording. My father has a business trip, and can't go home in two or three months. I want to listen to his songs when I think of him. In the middle of the night, I put it in the toilet outside. The mother ran out in a coat and thought that it was her husband who came back, but invented me to come out of the toilet and hold the repeater. She was sick of me. Another time I stepped over the boiling water that was hanging in the rice cooker, and I scalded my feet. I cried, and my mother cried me with a sigh of relief. So big Beijing, it seems that a mother and son, the mother cried, "I am really sorry, sorry, why do you go to Beijing to take this crime? If you are in your home, where will be so hot." That is true We use the rice cooker to boil water, isn't it just to save a hot money?

But the worry is such a thing, it will make the dear ones hold tighter. My father told me in my walk with me in the future that his love with his mother was more loving than his new marriage. There are too many nights, they are insomnia, but they can live together.