It's raining, a desert island for two, a desert island for me and yours. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Get wet and know who will be more timid than whom.

I dreamed of a desert island for two people, do you want it.

Also asleep, baby ran away with me.

And then erase from the map forever~

Listening to this song "Two People's Desert Island", even if it is a rainy day today, I feel very comfortable. Perhaps, the mood can be eaten and slept.

Back in those years, I didn't stay up late and skip breakfast like I do now. I went to bed on time very obediently, ate breakfast on time, and was sent to school by my uncle on time, and went to class on time. Maybe it was too punctual to make me so rigid.

At that time, the Chinese class seemed to be learning pinyin, bpmfdtnl... I couldn't memorize it for a long time, and it felt like it was as hard as math. But if you don't carry it, the teacher scolds.

It turned out that I was learning pinyin with a very depressed mood. When did I roughly remember the order of bpmf pinyin? It seems that after learning English in the first year of junior high school, you can imagine how dull my mind is.

Every day in class, I secretly look at Qianxin. Then he was in a daze, and then he was caught by the teacher not listening to the class, and then he was criticized. After class, I still secretly looked at Qianxin who was skipping rope and looked at Qianxin who was smiling brightly. Why do you like to see her so much? I don't know, I really want to get her attention. But how could I, who was so shy, attract her to look at me?

During a dictation, Teacher Wen said, "This time in the dictation, only one person in the class got a perfect score, guess who?"

At this point, the whole class was talking. Some say the class leader, some say Qianxin, and some say the study committee... I'm so good at reading that I'm almost done. But Ms. Wen shook her head meaningfully, and then raised the dictation section in her hand and let the whole class see the big 100 points!

At that moment, the eyes of the whole class were focused on me, as if I was the only one on a stage who was baptized by the envy of thousands of people. I was still a little overwhelmed, but my heart was very, very sweet! After all, it was the first time in the class, and I was the only one in the class who got a perfect score! Then, the whole class applauded very warmly, I looked at Qianxin, and she smiled so happily! I think she finally started to pay attention to me!

Later, I realized that thinking too much can hurt me.

Dictation, only that time is outside of the perfect score. After that, it was all unsatisfactory. I don't know if I'm too proud, anyway, Qianxin just doesn't pay much attention to me.

Another time, after class, I was catching up with my male classmates, and Qianxin was skipping rope with a few female classmates. I ran and ran past where Qianxin was jumping rope and accidentally broke their rope.

She scolded angrily: "Liu Jinlong!

After that time, the flowers on my face were almost all withered.

I always wanted to be close to her, but the more she hated me. Looking at her, it's like a beautiful white swan that can't be approached. And I'm just a stupid, chubby, ugly duckling. That's inferiority at a distance.

At that time, I liked her, maybe because she was good and beautiful. Actually, she and I can say that there is no story. It's just that I'm thinking too much about myself, she's not Jing, and she can't replace Jing.

At that time, it was not easy to study, not me, but my uncle and aunt. Because I transferred from another school, I am not a local. The school does not distribute textbooks, so you have to buy them yourself. In order to help me buy textbooks, my aunt hitchhiked to a long distance and went to many bookstores before I could buy a math book. I took the book that my aunt had worked so hard to buy for me, and I cried quietly......

And uncle, no matter what the weather, you have to send me to and from school.

Once, at the school gate, the books in my schoolbag fell out because I bent over, because the schoolbag was a little rotten, and it was raining again. Uncle Ah hurriedly helped me pick it up, and many classmates saw it. I love face so much, I didn't pick it up. But I couldn't bear to watch my good dad pick up books in front of so many people on a rainy day, and I forced myself to tears and walked into the school gate. Looking back at Uncle Ah's back gradually fading away in the rain, I was relieved to let the tears fall......

In order to be worthy of my uncle and aunt's dedication to me, I am finally willing to study hard again!

From that moment on, it laid the groundwork for my future peak of learning.

Time is like flowing water, and there is no turning back. But memories like air can still lightly touch the past that can't be returned.

Once I heard a very unexpected news, my aunt said that she went shopping and met Jing's mother, maybe they had also moved to Dongguan. After chatting for a while, I learned that Jing's grades had dropped. Well, it turns out that after we separated, Jingya, like me, slipped in grades. Perhaps, we are not used to missing the person who often learns and plays together. I'm starting to miss Jing again......

Miss to miss, life and growth still have to go on.

Finally, we built our own house. It's so close to my own vegetable patch, there are five neighbors, just a row of houses. At this time, the three sisters were going back to the countryside to study in junior high school.

Well, after the three sisters returned to their hometown, I was a little lonely. My sister and my second sister also have to go to work, why do my uncles and aunts have to work, but I'm bored.

Fortunately, the neighbor has a Shen family. Uncle Shen has four daughters and a son. The eldest daughter is the same year as me, and the youngest is five or six years younger than me. At that time, I only knew the Shen family's 3,000 gold and 4,000 gold, as well as the little young master, the rotten guy. "Bad guy" is just a nickname that adults like to tease him. After school, I can only play with a few of them. There is another, Ah Jun, a playmate with whom I played for a while in Shenzhen. In childhood, in addition to playing more, it is still playing more.

I did the wrong thing to play - steal money, and that's a stain on my life.

In the school store, I saw a doll that I liked, which seemed to be Garuru from Digimon. However, I hadn't seen the cartoon at the time, but I just liked the image. Coupled with the rhetoric of a tablemate who was very good at encouraging me to buy toys, I finally embarked on the path I shouldn't have taken. Because it cost fifteen dollars, I didn't have it.

I listened to my uncle and aunt with all my New Year's money, and I saved it for college tuition in the future. So, I'll steal. Ah, uncle, which dress is rich, I know it. So, very easily, I stole fifteen dollars and bought the doll. However, not long after I bought it, when I returned to the classroom after morning exercises, I found that it had been stolen. It's sad! And angry at the same time!

The next day, I really wanted to own the doll, so I couldn't resist the desire to play, and I stole another fifteen pieces from my unobedient hand. Again, the same doll was bought. But, still, the same, when I came back from my morning exercises, I found that it had been stolen again! I was a model of crying without tears.

On the third day, I had a desire in my heart to get more than I could get. So, I stole another fifteen dollars and bought another doll. This time, I hurried back to the classroom after my morning exercise and found that it was okay that it had not been stolen. So I never left my seat and let the doll follow me home.

Stealing money? Trying to hide from the great uncle? That's impossible. So, it was found out and scolded. Fortunately, my aunt, who gently cared for my young heart, protected me, and taught me with good and comfortable words that it was wrong to steal money, and asked me to be honest in the future. I didn't cry, I didn't say anything, and I knew that I wouldn't make such a mistake again. Because, willing to change!

Once my sister and my second sister were at home on vacation, and my uncle and aunt didn't know whether to go shopping or where to go. Anyway, the door of my house was closed, and the three siblings sat on a long bench watching a movie. I forgot what the title of the movie was, but I only remembered that it starred Aaron Kwok and Guan Zhilin.

At a certain point in the movie, there is a picture that may be intimacy. My sister covered my head with her clothes and said, "Children can't look at it." In other words, to enforce her principle of disrespect. Alas, the two of them laughed as they watched, and they laughed so much that they were speechless. I only heard the tender music in the movie, and I tried my best to imagine it, but I couldn't think of a reason.

Finally, I finally heard my sister say that it was okay. So he immediately removed the clothes that covered his head and continued to look. However, in only about two minutes, the movie was finished. Whatever, it's not interesting anymore.

Looking for fragments in memory that can make you feel yourself at the moment is also a kind of life.

What life? lived again.

Back to campus life, the school at that time, it can be said that it was very weird.

Because at the back of the classroom office building, next to the toilet, is... It's a tomb! Those who don't know who came here, anyway, the cemetery is so big! Among them, there is a large tomb in the shape of a hemisphere, maybe it is a revolutionary martyr.

At that time, my classmates and I were all children, so how could I know too much? So, on the hemispherical tomb, I often played with a few naughty male classmates. If Teacher Wen saw it, he would be scolded. However, we are still naughty.

At one point, we went too far and stoned jars that might contain ashes. It's just possible, because those jars are placed in a row under the wall, and there are no tombstones. We thought it was just a normal jar, so we were more playful than anyone who threw stones.

When a jar is really smashed, we are all afraid! Not afraid of being scolded, but afraid of the ashes! What if the ghost comes to the stone-thrower at night? We all start to cut the rock-cloth, and the loser goes up close to see if it's an urn or not. Because we're a long way from the jar. Well, finally someone lost, but luckily it wasn't me.

He took two steps and looked back at us. We gave him courage, come on, come on, come on, hmm! He took two more brave steps and looked back at us. We gave him more courage and invited him to eat a lollipop after confirming it. Sure enough, it was still the power of the lollipop, and he finally went up with an arrow step regardless of his body!

"Ahh

We were immediately scared away, leaving the lonely one behind us wailing!haha, fortunately, it was a normal jar. He shouted because he couldn't control the fear in his heart, whew, people are scary, it's scary!

However, I always wondered if someone wanted to go to the toilet in the evening, but they still had to see a figure on the tombstone next to the toilet, would they be safe to go to the toilet?

I thought I'd be alone forever. Unexpectedly, the three sisters stopped studying! They came to Daling Mountain from the countryside to help their uncles and aunts - planting vegetables. The reason why I don't study is that I am anxious, that is, I can't bear my family and cry non-stop. At the time, I laughed at her. As everyone knows, it won't take long for me to empathize. That was later.

The return of the three sisters had a great foundation penetration for me at that time. Because, her strength has infected me! Although she has only studied in elementary school, according to her writing level, she can write books.

When she returned, she picked me up from school in the evening. There are a lot of bookstalls in front of my school, so she likes to read books at the bookstall while waiting for me to get out of school, or buy a few books to read at home. Over time, her bedside was stuffed with books. Yes, the magic of books is that they can transform people. But at the time, I didn't think about the value of these books.

In addition to writing, the three sisters are also good at art. I tried asking her to help me draw a peony, and it was very beautiful! But how could an art teacher believe that a first-grader could draw such a good picture? So, when confronted by the teacher, I lied: "I drew it." "Whatever the outcome, no one cared about my answer anyway.

After all, I really didn't have that kind of strength at the time. Moreover, it is too embarrassing to lie!

The three sisters were also good to me at that time, and at that time, the cartoon "Pokemon" was the hottest. That's what I like Pikachu the most, so she bought me two keychains on Pikachu and pinched the one that rings. The two siblings often appeared on the road at dusk, listening to Pikachu's "screams", and then imprinted the most touching images into my silly but very real mind.

The three sisters sent me to school after lunch and picked me up from school in the afternoon, and Uncle Ah sent me to school in the morning and picked me up from school at noon. It's all so hard...

Uncle Ah has to get up early to work, and the sun hasn't opened his eyes yet. After I finished breakfast, they hurried me to school. After school, there is always unpredictable weather. Sometimes it's hot, sometimes it's rainy. But no matter what the weather, as soon as I rushed out of the school gate, under that tree, there was always Uncle Ah and his "comrades-in-arms" waiting in style. Uncle Ah sometimes buys those who use sugar to draw dolls for me to eat, I don't know what it's called, I just remember that it's so sweet, it's delicious!

Every time I sit in the back seat of Uncle Ah's bicycle, I feel so comfortable and relieved. I don't need to worry about how many big cars are in front of me and how many risks there are, as long as I hold him behind Uncle Ah's back, I feel very safe, and that is a sense of security. In the same way, wherever I go, as long as Uncle Ah holds my little hand, I am very relieved. There's nothing to explain, just because he's an uncle. I feel that as long as Uncle Ah is around, the world is safe! That is the most tender touch that my father's love has given me.

Why do I always have to write about my family? Because because of them, I have the heart to like others.

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