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Chapter 28 The Beaten Broom

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    The teacher will never control me again.

    I don't have to answer questions that I don't understand at all, and I don't have to worry about answering questions, I won't be scolded, and I won't be beaten.

    As soon as the class bell is rang "dangdang", my heart will be more indulgent, my mind will become more generous, and I can imagine the things I like again.

    I miss the unfettered days of my childhood.

    At that time, I would run with my friends on the scorching hot sandy dirt road with my butt, even my little fleshy feet, and the soles of my feet were hurt by the stones and heat.  I ignored it and played all kinds of games.

    Hitting sticks, throwing sandbags, kicking shuttlecocks, pinching stones

    Or wear a pair of shoes passed down from my brother that are many times bigger, and go to the mountains and forests with my friends, running around.

    Often alone, I find a small boat, throw away the oars, cut off the side of the boat, lie down in the boat, and look up at the boundless sky.

    The sky is blue, or sometimes there are some white clouds floating.  Floating, any lonely and small boat is floating on the boundless sea.

    Swallowed by the blue of the sea, swallowed by the purple of the sky.  After being swallowed up by this huge blue and purple, I get a kind of selfless comfort, comfort, and stability that I have never had before.

    Later, I continued to miss this incomparable comfort.  In this comfort, my heart, like an airplane made of pure white paper, was thrown high, and the paper airplane slowly drew an arc, flying to the era of unrestrained.

    Boyhood has its own superiority, because you can indulge yourself unscrupulously.  For example, in summer, the sky is blue and purple, without a cloud.  I lay down on the green grass, looked at the plane that flew by by chance in the sky, raised my hand to look like a pistol, and said "piu" in my mouth, as if the invisible bullet had already flown out.

    For example, on a summer evening, after a basket full of grass has been mowed, the wicker basket is placed entirely on the shoulders, and both hands are held high to support the basket full of young grass.  He straightened his head, not daring to move, and walked slowly towards the small river ditch.

    After experiencing a day of exposure to the sun in summer and sweating profusely after work, such a swimming ritual must be performed, and the whole day is really coming to an end.

    This ceremony is very grand, because the children from the two neighboring villages all came here at the same time, playing and playing.

    For example, after some swimming, the extremely sultry weather still makes me impetuous.  A few people sat on a high hillside, looking for a stone or a ridge, looking at the scenery below the mountain and the layers of mountains in the distance in a daze.

    It wasn't until the sunset in the evening that the cyan smoke rose everywhere, and a gust of wind blew the choking smoke over again, and I realized that I was going home!

    Free and undisciplined, I don't know what sorrow is. This is probably a true portrayal of a rural child.

    However, behind this aimless daydream, there is always a sense of guilt suppressed: to my parents, regardless of day and night, toil in the fields, to give me great expectations for my parents, to find nothing for my own stupidity.  The grief of relief.  Mentally, I was already heavily in debt.

    However, why don't I want to learn well?  But the extremely hateful reading glasses, his unreasonable reprimand aroused the anger that I had accumulated for a long time, the anger that could not be calmed down and could not be vented, strangled my teeth, and bit down hard  , biting loudly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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