I, a native of the countryside, have been living in this place since I was born, and have hardly moved the nest, although now that I was born and raised, my home is no longer there, don't think about it, it was demolished.

There is no previous three-story building, no big yard in the middle of the house, no pomegranate trees on the other side of the yard, no pear and date trees next to the chimney, and some are just a pile of broken walls.

My story should start with my home. For as long as I can remember, my house started from 4 large flats, don't think about it, it's not the middle flat in the city now, or the middle flat in the countryside, the first buildings are all sand and ash, and there is no need for cement.

I remember that we lived in the house near the door, with clay kang, old-fashioned furniture, and a Changhong brand TV, the kind that still rattles on rainy days.

Then there's a fan-shaped wall watch. These things are basically three years older than me, because they were purchased by my parents when they got married.

Then there is the kitchen next door, a large board, a stove for the fire, and the clearest thing to remember is that there is a five-pointed star pasted with porcelain tiles next to the stove door.

I still miss this kitchen, because I remember that as soon as school was over, I would lie on the side of the desk and watch my mother cook, or I would light the fire.

So I still remember my original home. If you think back to the time when I was at home, I think it was still relatively warm, a family of four and my brother were still young, and a family of four were all on the same kang.

Watching TV at night, working overtime at night under the kang, I still have a good impression. All the memories of my childhood are basically stuck in the old building.

4 bungalows. It's summer, next door, as long as the friends who can know each other carry a mat and a blanket to sleep on the roof of the open air, blowing the wind at night, looking at the sky, talking about fun things, that is, there are occasional mosquitoes.

Every summer, in the home without air conditioning, the roof is the most comfortable, and the whole floor rolls casually, generally falling asleep in the middle of the building, and will not roll down.

Sometimes we would sleep until the middle of the night, sneak off the roof and run to the Internet café for an all-nighter, and we would not think about what to do when we came back the next day, just do what we want, do what we want.

I remember the clearest time, I and I on the door of the small, ran in the middle of the night, or secretly ran on a bicycle, the whole day until the afternoon of the next day to come back, there was no mobile phone at that time, the home can not be contacted, at that time the QQ is still hanging invisible, for fear that others will find out outside the Internet, and finally my aunt uses QQ is a version of the rainbow, you can view the stealth QQ, you know this if you have used it.

In the end, I went home and read that it was a first offense, and I didn't beat or scold, but I just let me eat and go to bed. But I've always believed that this is for me, and it won't be like this next time!

Life is like this, you always do something unexpected, go through something that you think you are doing very well.

This was my childhood, full of childishness and full of my own thoughts. The story continues, and the next story will continue as my family slowly escalates.