Childhood steamed bread recorded the story of my childhood.

"Childhood Steamed Bread" records that when I was a child, I swallowed three steamed buns issued by the school on Children's Day on my way to school, and I felt extremely guilty when I got home.

The primitive steamed bread of childhood

Today's happy time makes me happy, but sometimes there will be a trace of childhood bitterness in my heart. At that time, my mother dragged my sister and me, and the family was very poor. I went to primary school five miles away, and my six-year-old sister cooked at home, carrying bamboo withered and smashed pig grass half her height. My mother gets up early to earn work points, and her life is as poor as a bunch of dried-up empty flowers.

One year on June 1st, the school said it was celebrating Children's Day and gave each student three steamed buns. I excitedly said to my mother and my sister: I will deliver steamed bread tomorrow, one for my sister, one for my mother and one for me. My sister smiled, and so did my mother.

On that day, the school really steamed steamed buns. After the ceremony, I held a lotus leaf in my hand, and there were three steaming buns in the lotus leaf.

On the way home, I looked at the steamed bread in my hand, swallowed again, and my stomach growled. Have one, I said to myself, so I ate mine first. After three or two bites, the steamed bread was gone before it tasted. After another walk, my saliva and stomach are repeating the same trick, and it's worse than before. What should I do? Simply, eat mom's and leave one for my sister. Doesn't mom usually give me and my sister wheat cakes and only drink soup? Mom said she didn't like Mai Ba ... when I came home? Promise? Why plant zinc in vinegar? I'm sorry, you slipped when you cut the ash, and n has recovered? Yue Lei dried the cows? Hey? Hey? How is Sister Mei's resistance to D? meteor

Just standing there, Er Ya Niang from the same hospital came to visit and shouted at a distance: "Pingwa Niang, Pingwa Niang! Did your Pingwa bring steamed bread back? Look at my second wife. She gave me three steamed buns, none of which she was willing to eat. She brought them back to me hungry! "

Mother looked up from the kitchen. "Yes, my Pingwa also brought back all the steamed buns! Look, "Niang said, opening the lid and miraculously steaming out five big yellow and white steamed buns! "Look, the teacher said that my Pingwa studied well and rewarded two!"

Two ya Niang looked at me, I panicked and nodded. ...

At noon that day, my mother picked up steamed buns for my sister and me to eat, and said faintly, "Pingwa, come on, just a few steamed buns!" " "Sister big bite a steamed bread, but I cried with a wow.

Later, I found out that it was on that day that my childhood was over.