Earlier, I was just staggering. I remember that I staggered on the small bench and stood beside my grandfather's sick bed to feed my grandfather grapes. In the vague picture, the grapes were cyan, which is the color I have known since I entered kindergarten. , However, when I told my mother about this in elementary school, my mother said that it was impossible. Although I knew at the time that my mother didn't believe me, I still stubbornly believed that this happened. .
Because I remember when my grandfather died, and in another vague impression, I asked my grandma to verify this~
But when I told my mother again when I was in middle school, my grandma was not there.
The stage that made me feel inferior the most was in kindergarten. I remember that at that time, I was very playful and always made my face dirty. The sad thing was not this. The sad thing was that a little girl who always had a dirty face liked to bite her fingers. What makes me even more angry is that the teacher actually made up a children's song based on this. This is a great shame for me. This shame is definitely better than that of other children who need the teacher's help to undress when they go to the toilet~ Until elementary school, When I could read fairy tale books myself, I still angrily felt that the children and teachers were quite uncreative, and their nicknames were so unprofessional, calling me "Little Ni'er biting fingers" instead of "Thumbelina" ( I don't know why I was so attached to my thumb at that time.)
Later, when I was in elementary school, I really remembered things. I'm not naughty, but that doesn't mean I don't have my own little world.
Behind the adults, in the world of children, when I was in the first and second grades of elementary school, I began to persuade children younger than me to listen to me about the world in my mind. I clearly remember that I gave my sister a pebble and forced her She observed carefully, soaking the stone in water, the stone can grow up in the bathtub, I said, have you seen it, have you seen it, it has grown up!
My sister's innocent eyes and my own theories that I didn't understand, just happened forcibly.
Another time, I picked up a white cobblestone under the car. I put it in my arms very preciously. I met a nice little friend and showed them proudly. As a result, a little boy two years older than me To say that this is his baby, I was very angry, I looked at him bravely and stubbornly, and defended my baby. It was inevitable that we had a stalemate for many days, but children always forget their troubles quickly, but now The white and clean cobblestones are gone~
I also deeply remember the scene of the first fairy tale. When I was 8 or 9 years old, I was traveling with my parents. The seaside of Beidaihe was at night, and the atmosphere was very good. , young parents, and older children~ I don't remember why my parents were not by my side at that time, I was just squatting on a stone pier. The seaside at night is very beautiful, with wind and lights. Before that, I secretly took a living shell from a small food stall on the side of the road. I wanted to release it, but I met a little boy about my age. We started chatting. He said that his grandfather was the captain, The boat in the distance, I remember it was a big ship, it was an oil tanker with bright lights, I remember I asked why I left you alone on the shore, but I don’t remember the little boy’s explanation, it’s just, I When the two separated, he asked me, where are you from, will we meet again in the future, are we friends, I swore that we are good friends, and I will remember you~ It turns out that I do remember him, just I don’t remember what it looks like~
Maybe it’s because I was born in spring. I like yellow flowers very much, but this love is only in my childhood. I remember that every spring I go out to the yard of a certain unit because I go out with my children. Li stealing flowers forgot the time to go home. In those few years, I was always slapped because of this. What do I steal flowers for, making garlands, the spring flowers are always swaying in front of me, the flexible vines are golden At that time, I thought that wearing a wreath was really a good picture~
At that time, I should have been potentially a little heroic, and I greatly admired those who have kung fu or ability. What is a person with ability? For example, I can do anything I can't do and I'm very interested~ I I am very infatuated with the female teacher who taught me how to play the piano. She is very beautiful and has a lot of temperament. Of course, temperament has no concept for a late-ripening child. I just thought, my teacher is really beautiful and beautiful. He taught me how to sit like a lady, but at that time, I didn't know what elegance was, and I still put my legs on the wooden support of the stool the next day. My teacher was a goddess at that time, so I could only worship her and not imitate her. Come~ When I was
12 years old, I had a younger brother. For a domineering me, how could I allow me to be ignored, but it turned out that my parents did not consider my mood until the birth of my younger brother. I was forced to accept a fact that made me unable to adapt, and I have never had the courage to resist. I am more cowardly than I thought, even if I was forced to ask my brother to make milk powder and wash diapers, of course, for those childish thoughts I didn't realize it was a sister's duty. Because I am also a spoiled child. It was also at this time that I gradually liked writing a diary, haha, sadly, I fantasized that I was a forgotten Cinderella, very extreme, very paranoid, and very evil thoughts slowly and wanton, and as a result, at that time, I always doubted myself. It's not from my parents~ I am the ones they always use to intimidate me when I'm disobedient, saying that it's a child picked up by the roadside. At that time, I always asked in my diary, where are my biological parents and when are they coming? take me Home? As a result, N times of running away from home, or even the idea of committing suicide have all disappeared in my "cowardice" and compromise, but you see, at that time, I obviously lacked love~
However, children without these experiences would not I understand the "darkness" above my head at that time. .
12 years old, less than 12 years old to be exact, and matured very late~
I sometimes wonder now, is my emotional intelligence value, which can only be counted on one's fingers, formed so tragically~
The arrival of my younger brother was a big blow to me that year. Even if I invited someone to take care of me for meals and take him every day, I still couldn't escape the "responsibility" of taking care of my younger brother occasionally - I didn't think it was a responsibility at the time, It's just a punishment for me, otherwise, why do I have to wash my diapers?
Later, when he was two years old and could walk, my evil sister started torturing him~ Let him stand still, and don't move in a big grid on the floor, his eyes were very innocent, I remember it very clearly, always. He looked at me puzzled, probably wondering why I let him stand in the grid on the floor and not move~
In fact, he is very cute and well-behaved, although sometimes he secretly does some bad things, such as putting the pot in the cupboard away Take it out and throw it in the garbage, for example, put the small pot of hot milk on the ground to urinate in it, darling, it is his small milk pot~
Actually, I am very fierce towards him.
Going forward, I have grown up, and occasionally I write about Wen Zou Zou, which is poetic and picturesque. I paint gouache paintings of plum blossoms and chrysanthemums, which are very good. Although the paintings are not beautiful, I know that a complete painting still needs an author. Then, the vivi that later made me gradually happy came into being. On the inscription of the "Red Plum", I wrote three words with a soft pen, "What am I?!" The conscience of heaven and earth, at that time I did not I don't know that there are really such crazy three words in this world~ I am delighted to think that I am an original! But later, on the newly replaced lock of my bicycle, the words "Nei I He" were prominently written. Suddenly, my pride was disintegrated, and it was very collapsed~
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19 The road is unknown ~ let it go!
Watching "Raimona and Sister" today reminds me of so many stories from my childhood, which is quite rewarding. However, doing things that shouldn't be done at the wrong time is actually still stressful for me, so after I sighed , I still have to face the reality~
Okay, let’s continue reading~
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