Childhood stupid prose

Who doesn't have an innocent childhood? Who hasn't traveled through the fairy tale of the mysterious kingdom? But my childhood was monotonous, but my happiness was not brilliant. I still clearly remember those stupid things when I was a child.

I spent my childhood in a mountainous area, which was remote and backward, barren and closed, but my homesickness was simple and cordial.

The first stupid thing I did was when I was about four years old. One time. My brother, who is two years older than me, went to pick up the bag and remove the stalks. I remember that the villagers there moved bags a little differently from now. They cut the bag from the branch with a sickle and took it home. Dressed as corn, the pole is used to feed the cows. Most of them are still growing in the ground, and they will be plowed off when plowing, and wheat will be planted together. The green wheat that has just grown on the ground in winter seems to lay a green carpet on the ground, which makes people feel very comfortable. Those corn stalks that have been uprooted to the ground have also lost moisture, and adults and children have to pick them up for firewood.

My brother is carrying a basket. I remember that there was no small basket to carry at home, so I had to follow my brother. The basket was so small that my brother and I quickly filled it up. When you go back with a basket on your back, you must cross a small river. The river is not deep, but its banks are wide. There is a wooden bridge over the river for people to cross. Brother walks in front. When crossing the bridge, he said, "Sister, wait a minute. I'll put my bucket down and drag you. " "I don't want it. I don't want you to delay. I can do it myself." I plopped into the river before my brother put down the bucket. In winter, where there are many stones by the river, a thin layer of ice has formed. My brother is dumbfounded, too He just cried in fear. When he heard the cry, my uncle came from nowhere. He got into the water and carried me out of the river without taking off his rubber shoes. The cold river made my teeth ring, my body kept trembling, and I was huddled with cold. My uncle took off his cotton-padded jacket, wrapped me up and took me home in a hurry. My mother quickly changed my wet clothes, and I spent the day under the covers. The next day, I had a high fever, and my mother stayed up all day and all night. After many years, my mother has passed away. At this time, I was thinking: Mom, in the sky, have you ever raised an old naughty girl?

From then on, I never dared to cross the wooden bridge alone, but my uncle stayed in my little memory, together with the cold river. Uncle in heaven, do you remember all this? Is the river there covered with thin ice? Are your feet cold in your memory? And take off your cotton-padded jacket!

I was naughty and stupid when I was a child. About ten years old, follow older children or adults to find grass to feed pigs. This is the most work I did when I was a child, and I went there almost every day. Apart from going to school, most of our childhood was spent in Shan Ye, dealing with grass and soil. Either looking for grass or collecting firewood. It is also the most fun time.

In summer, the fields are full of wheat, so I can't go. The corn in the corn field is deep, dense and airtight. There was a lot of grass in the field, but the rough leaves swept across my face and I was sweating. And caterpillars hidden on the back of corn leaves. Inadvertently, it hurts like being stung by a wasp, and it is hard to prevent. We have to go to the hillside to find all kinds of wormwood.

Children on the farm have to identify the grass that can feed pigs, cattle and sheep when they are very young. Which are edible and which may be poisonous, and identify those wild fruits.

The most abundant seed on the hillside is Elaeagnus davidiana seed, which is a shrub and can be seen everywhere. The fruit it bears is as big as adzuki bean at first, red and covered with branches. When summer is ripe, it will turn purple-black, purple-black, purple-black. Shiny and mouth-watering. But it is slightly toxic, so you can't eat more, and it is eaten in a special way. I'm not sure. Like their older children, at night, the basket is full of grass and rests on the way home. I saw black beans splashing all over the branches of the mountain. Seven or eight people, large and small, each picked a handful and sat on the ground to eat. It was sweet in your mouth just now, and there was no strange smell. The color is very attractive. I ate a lot in one breath until everyone said to go home quickly. At this time, it's getting late, Ma Ying came. I was dumbfounded to see what everyone was eating. I vomited a pile of dregs in front of others and swallowed them all myself. Look at each other's dark lips and face like a flower cat, and they all laugh. But it is also very small, and no one pays attention. When I got home, my mother was still grinding wheat with the villagers in the field and didn't call it a day. Put down the bucket at the door and ask mom for the key. When I woke up, I was lying in grandpa's arms. At the moment when I saw my mother wiping her tears and opening her eyes, she held me in her arms and sobbed silently. I feel that I am held tightly by my mother, and I can hardly breathe. It seems that you can fly as soon as you let go. I asked my mother, "Mom, why are you crying?" My mother just sobbed and asked my grandfather, "Why is my mother crying so sad?" Look again, my uncle, Zhang Zi, two cousins and my brother are all crowded in one house.

"Guawa, you almost died and asked." Grandpa saw that I gradually calmed down and said, "Go home from work. Your mother saw your straw bucket lying at the door, but I didn't see your figure. I can't find it anywhere. I told your uncle and me that we couldn't find you as soon as we found you. Finally, when we found you behind the haystack, we were already unconscious. Just look at your mouth and you will know that we are eating Chinese fir seeds. Grandpa said. Huh? I was scared, too. I wondered, "Grandpa ate all the people looking for grass. Why is it all good? " "Guawa, Mashan Mu Zi can't eat, it's poisonous, but it's not very big, and it's slow. When people eat, they just press it under the tongue, press it hard, squeeze out the water, and the rest will be spit out. Eat less, but you eat so much that even the belt seeds are swallowed, and your life is almost gone. " "Remember all the adult dolls in this room, and no one can eat any more. Go out and tell everyone in the village. "No wonder my mother cried. When I was a baby, I was seriously ill and almost lost my life. How can my mother not be afraid of this disaster?

I haven't eaten since. Although I have been looking for grass and firewood everywhere on the hillside for years. Adults and children eat it occasionally.

Children in the mountains are very naughty. It's even more incredible to make a scene. I remember one time we went to look for grass and walked on that mountain, where sumac trees were almost everywhere. The lacquer bud is a foot long. The older children said it was white Toona sinensis, and we all believed it. The tender spring buds look very attractive. Who doesn't like this out-of-season' Toona sinensis'? So we all dressed up a lot of food. Who said, "No, why is there no fragrance?" The older child said, "Guawa, white Toona sinensis is not fragrant when it is tender, but it will taste when it is old." There is no doubt about it. I ate them all. Except the speaker. "Why don't you eat?" "I don't like Toona sinensis." So when we came home the next day, we all became fat, our faces were swollen and shrunk into cracks. He smiled at it. And a distant cousin, even worse. After that, every year when the sumac tree germinates, there will be lacquer sores on her face, as well as after marriage. I haven't seen her for years. In my childhood memory, did you get rid of your lacquer sore?

The memory of childhood is still in my heart. How are you and your childhood friends? People in my hometown, everything in my hometown, every mountain and water are in my memory.

Autumn is the best time for us to go out and steal walnuts, persimmons and corn. At that time, these were the collective property of the production team. We dare not pick them. If we take them home, we will be criticized or even beaten by our parents. If it is seen and exposed by the captain or others, it will be deducted.

But children love to play by nature. Always find something to do after weeding. There is no other fruit delicious in the countryside.

I remember one time, several of our playmates picked immature and astringent persimmons and baked them in someone else's brazier (not dare to take them from their own home), so that the water of the baked persimmons bubbled and warmed up. Persimmon skin is burnt black. Pick it up and eat it. A little sweet, a little burnt. Some people eat a few persimmons, but they don't know that they can't eat more persimmons, otherwise it will be difficult to defecate. As a result, those greedy playmates were fooled, which made them very uncomfortable!

At that time, we went out to look for grass, and the adults didn't call it a day when we went home. I don't know how to go back early to help adults do housework, so I just play outside. Once, some children and I ate sweet corn stalks (corn stalks without corn and the same sorghum stalks). That kind of sweet feeling is like children eating sugar cane now, and it is a natural drink when they are thirsty on the slope. ) No, I disguised myself as a few steamed stuffed buns and picked up some dry sticks, dry leaves (dead branches) and Grand White Rock. In the face of constant friction, sparks flew everywhere, and with a bang, a flame came out and ignited the grass leaves, and the dead branches soon caught fire. We kept adding firewood to the fire and putting buns in the barbecue. The flame was very high, and soon the corn cob was browned, but it was not very ripe. Pick it up and eat it. It's delicious half-cooked. Face and mouth are like cats, and we all smile at each other. But I don't know how to put out the fire before I go home. As a result, after a while, the radio captain in the team said, "Go there quickly, there is a fire on the edge of the cornfield." Mom also went and came back and said, "A piece of corn is burnt. Where did you look for grass today? " Trembling in my heart and trembling in my mouth, I said, "I didn't go."

The next day, we all had diarrhea, only to find out when we went to the village health station to get medicine. I took a day off and didn't go to school. I have a terrible stomachache. Finally, the village found that the mother, like other families, was deducted from work points, which was originally earned by the mother herself. The system of distribution according to work means that my family will be short of food again. During the summer harvest, my father always asks for leave to go home to help the team cut wheat and earn more. Now my father's meager salary has to make up for the food. I was called by my mother to admit my mistake in front of the captain. My head is bent low, my legs are shaking and my heart is beating. After returning home, my mother severely criticized me: "If you steal to eat again, or steal to do something shameful, chop off your hand and don't go home." I was so scared that I couldn't help hiding my hands behind my back and didn't dare to look at my mother. The stern eyes that I have never seen before are deeply imprinted in my heart.

Life has taught me a living lesson, which I will never forget! I did a lot of stupid things when I was a child, which was the stupidest thing I ever did. But let me always remember this. Since I was a child, I have told my daughter stupid things about stealing corn, and I have checked my daughter's pencil case and small schoolbag for pencil tips and erasers from time to time. To my relief, I didn't warn my daughter to be careful with her little hands.

Stupid as a child, not as an adult, never!