An interesting story about my daughter's childhood.

My husband and I both live in suburban rural areas, but he is a suburb and my home is an outer suburb.

We are all winners of "Carp yue longmen", and we have changed our destiny through learning. I left my ancestral life, went to school in the city, stayed in the city to work, settled here and had children.

Because of busy work, my mother goes to town from her hometown to help us take care of the children. Sometimes, she will take the children back to her hometown.

The following is a short story about children in cities and suburbs.

1, where is it?

Children can't walk when they are young, they can only move tables.

One day, my mother and husband were chatting in the living room. I was happy to discuss and laugh. After a while, I found that the child was not around. Where is it?

The room is quiet to death in an instant!

Suddenly, looking at a big bald head, a big vest "floated" out of the room. With a bottle in one hand and a coffee table in the other, he moved slowly and carefully with a bad smile on his face.

The child is watching all of us chatting, and no one pays attention to her. She was thirsty and went into the house alone. After hearing nothing, she came out to watch the fun again.

"If I have a skill, I will find water to drink. Now I can't be hungry or thirsty. " We praised her together. It's so cute that everyone can't help laughing.

She looked at everyone and smiled. Her bottle is in her mouth, but she can't help touching her big head. At that time, she couldn't walk by herself. Because she lost her balance, her body suddenly shook, which made everyone exclaim. She immediately put down her hand and helped her to the table. Just then, the bottle didn't leave her mouth.

2. Boys? Girls?

My daughter was ugly when she was a child. She always shaves her head in order to grow black hair. The old man in the yard said that she could hold back and her hair would turn black again.

Grandma dressed her in skirts when she was a child and played in the yard in summer.

Come and touch our bald head and say, you are also a boy in a skirt! After a while, another man said, you are a big boy, wearing a girl's skirt, and you are also a boy!

Everyone thinks we are bald and cute, and everyone likes to play with children when they see us. We are all neighbors in the courtyard, some familiar and some semi-unfamiliar. I don't know that we are boys, but in fact we are standard little girls!

When she grew up, grandma kept her child's long hair and said, "It's not good for girls to be bald all the time." Later, the hair that the child grew back was really black, and I don't know what this "hair suppression" is.

Step 3 count sheep

When children were young, children always lived in cities. For small animals, apart from going to the zoo to play, the only thing they can contact is picture books.

Grandma is playing at home with her children. When reading a book, she usually used to say, let's read this book. This is a lamb and that is a puppy. Don't worry, read one article after another.

Old people don't read much, but they can read simple books, which should be regarded as high school culture. By now, they have almost graduated from middle school, but they have almost forgotten it.

There are dialects at home, and when you turn pages, you will always turn pages, not pages. As a result, it is a joke to take the children to their hometown to play.

The children are lovely, and our family has a good relationship with our second aunt. When my mother goes back to her hometown during the holiday, she will also take her children back to play.

My four aunts are not far from each other. They often go back to their parents' home and especially like children. When we meet at home, we will take turns to coax the children to play.

Adults can coax children and children can play. When they see lambs running in the yard, they will chase and count as they run. It's quite loud, a "sheep" and a "sheep". Because the children speak Mandarin, the family in my hometown speaks the local dialect at home. My aunt didn't understand it at first, but later she reacted. Fourth Aunt smiled and said to everyone, "My mother! What am I talking about? I am counting sheep, one "strip" and one "strip". The children in this city are just different! "

At this time, the child knows that sheep are counted by "only", a lamb and a big sheep.

For many years later, my family teased her when the children grew up. Come here, count the sheep!

? 4, wow, all sprinkled!

? The child has always lived in this city. Later, grandma became very ill and had to go home to take care of her. No way, my husband and I have no time, so we have to take our children back to our hometown.

After returning home, my aunts and sisters took their children to the streets to play. At that time, just after the autumn harvest, many people's corn was hanging on the road. In order to dry the grain as soon as possible, some villagers will walk back and forth in the corn at noon, or string it back and forth with a four-claw rake.

Children have lived in the city since childhood, knowing that golden yellow is corn, and the knowledge gained from books, corn should be in the granary or pocket.

When they went out to play, she saw that every once in a while, she saw a big boneless corn spread on the ground by the roadside, and the child couldn't help feeling: Oh, Tusala? This has become a joke of ordinary simple and happy aunts, "Oh, it's all over!" "

I can't help it Another joke.

5, uphill, downhill!

When our children were young, as long as nothing happened, the whole family liked to drive out and play together!

My husband drives, my mother takes the co-pilot, and my children and I are in the back row. Children are in the back row and like to play in the aisles in the back seat and front seat. She is short, so it's just right to sit below. I guess she feels comfortable. But adults always think she is uncomfortable, so they try to tease her. Go uphill! Downhill! There is a flock of sheep!

Later, the child was really mobilized and stood in the middle of the back aisle. When the car went uphill, he shouted, uphill! Down the hill! Down the hill!

Grandma and I are in charge of finding sheep. When we saw a flock of sheep, we shouted, and a flock of sheep, the children also shouted. A flock of sheep soon sweated, so we had to wipe the sweat quickly.

6. Sleep? Dead? Scared to death.

This is what grandma said. My husband and I are not here. During my grandmother's illness, I took my children back to my hometown, my mother and several menses took care of them, and my uncle and aunt were responsible for cooking for my mother and them.

There is a child in my cousin's family who is similar to ours, but their family is bigger.

The two children have company and run and play on the balcony in front of the main house every day. After more than two months, the child has grown a lot, but because I didn't study, my husband and I came to see the child and found that the original story and ancient poems were forgotten. We learned one, the little mouse, went to the lampstand, stole oil and ate, and couldn't get down. My husband was very angry, but he had no choice.

One day, my mother was chatting with my menstrual friends, and the children were jumping around on the bed and sofa, having a good time, blushing and sweating.

Suddenly, I heard a "thud" and our child suddenly fell into the gap between the sofa and the bed. The body is in the cracks, always in the cracks of the sofa, one hand is on the bed, the head is tilted on the hand, and the hand is pressed. The sound frightened a room full of adults and stopped chatting. Come and see. What happened?

What is the situation of a child who died suddenly? Shouldn't you? At that time, grandma's legs and stomach were twitching, so she tried desperately and her heart was still breathing. Soon, the child began to snore, and the snoring was quite even.

? It turns out that I'm tired of playing and I can't keep going. I went straight to bed. Look, my hair is still dripping with sweat. Fortunately, the sofa is almost as high as the bed. They have been walking around the house, jumping on the sofa and bed.

How many years have passed, and grandma is still scared to mention this!

Now, more than ten years have passed and the children have grown up! The ugly duckling turned into a white swan.

Now, grandma is old, her hair is gray, her waist is bad and she can't walk straight.

Love is like this, handed down from generation to generation. My mother raised me and helped me raise my daughter. Now that she is old, I want to spend more time with her. ...