I don’t remember that "Pokemon" has been broadcast since I was a few years old. Anyway, every summer when I return to my grandmother’s house, there will always be a TV station showing this cartoon: Xiaozhi from Zhenxin Town, with a pet baby Pikachu, it’s a round and furry yellow animal, sometimes timid, sometimes brave and sometimes ridiculous. It only utters three monosyllables of "Pi-Ka-Yau", but its eyes, expressions, and actions are all too cute. Use the current buzzwords. Said, it is "cute". At that time, all the girls hope that they can have such an elf, hidden in their schoolbags, in their pockets, and when they miss, they can hold them out and give them a good kiss. Dear.
We are all children born in the 1980s, a generation under the implementation of family planning, and our parents are basically dual employees. Although the elders love us very much and there are many classmates and friends, we still feel lonely; we have no brothers and sisters, and our parents cannot even take care of our own children, let alone take care of pets. Day after day, we continue to work hard to get to a good junior high school, a good high school, and a good university. We gradually forget many of our childhood wishes, wanting to raise a kitten, want to raise a puppy, and want to raise one. Little bird. . . If it doesn't work, can you buy me a big and soft Pikachu doll?
Unexpectedly, so many years passed all at once. When I was visiting the disc store two days ago, in the corner of the grid, I found several cartoons that I couldn’t put it down when I was a child, but I couldn’t read them all. There were "Magic Girl Sakura", "Unbelievable Game", and "Slam Dunk". There is also an 8-disc full version of "Pokemon", a total of 274 episodes, long enough to embellish my memory little by little, and draw a perfect end to my childhood.
Xiao Zhi, Xiao Gang, Xiao Xia, Pikachu, Little Fire Dragon, Wonder Frog Seed, Jenny Turtle, Ba Da Hu, as well as Musashi, Xiao Jiro and Meow Meow. Interesting plot, distinctive pets, protagonists who are prone to narcissism but kind-hearted, and Rocket players who aspire to become the worst villains in the universe but have repeatedly broken their achievements. I know I am naive, but when I see them again, apart from being happy, I often have the urge to cry.
I remembered that there was a fist-sized Pikachu doll at home. At first, there was a mechanism in my stomach that could make a sound, which seemed to be a three-character syllable of "Pi-Ka-Yu". Later, there were more dolls and the mechanism was broken. The girl with the doll has also grown up; and later, I don’t know where Pikachu has gone.
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