When we were young, my brother and I often went to Luojiang to play. At that time, I just wanted to go out and play. It is a child's nature to love to play. Dad is not like in the film, he won't take us, and he won't let us go out. Because there are often rumors of children drowning and drowned by the river, and the rumors are getting more and more mysterious. We are already very afraid of the cases, spells and legends of the riverside in the sermons of adults...
But we still want to go! Fishing, dare to say that it is the favorite of every boy (when I grow up, my uncle in my hometown will have his own fish pond). At that time, we little hairy kids were always used to doing things like "pickling their teeth" (getting into trouble)... sneaking to the riverside, fishing, catching fish, watching others swimming (sadly, I played by the riverside for so long when I was a child, and I still I haven’t learned the dog-steak style~)…
Every time I go home, what I am most afraid of is not being scolded by my parents when they find out (after sneaking to the riverside every week and returning home, I will always find my parents suddenly making dumplings, chaos) Such snacks, that is what Dad is best at in the army, so I think of going out to play, and when I come back, I always come across the delicious food at home), but the blood-sucking insects that stick between the toes - the butterfly grub. It's a dark, blood-sucking mollusk, and it's on your feet before you know it, and you don't know it until you get home until you know it's stuck between your toes. I actually encountered it at the time! Frightened half to death, I hurriedly opened it, it was still sticky, I couldn't bear to leave, accompanied by a little tingling, I finally opened it, looking at its bulging body, I still shudder when I think of it... I
think of my brother and father Me and me, the common memory of the three is the scene of riding his bicycle back to his hometown. It wasn't a long time. Dad didn't change jobs until we were going to study soon. Then he bought a motorcycle. I remember every weekend, he would always have his younger brother behind him and me in the front, across six or seven kilometers from the town to his hometown. Going up and down the slopes, listening to my father's words... Later, I tied a pole in the Hetang of my hometown and learned to ride a bicycle by stumble, and my younger brother also learned soon after. But on the road, he was earlier than me. Dad said that once, he followed his younger brother, slowly driving a motorcycle, to see if he "will fly"...
Therefore, now my younger brother's motorcycle riding skills are significantly higher. And my father's reservation of my right to ride a motorcycle is still the same~
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