Ponds, swimming fish, shepherding sheep, grass, fields full of crops, blue skies, and small friends around them. Some people on the Internet say that it is good for mothers to see how their children want, grandma to see that their children are full, and fathers to see that their children are alive. Haha, that's still very vivid. Fostered in my grandmother's house, I am like a free-range sheep, eating, eating grass, drinking water, and watching the sky in a daze.

In the summer, the village is full of trees, and sections of earthen broken walls are pestled along the alley streets, and sparrows land on them from time to time to stop and peck. The harvesting and planting of crops are not connected, and the adults are busy cleaning up the crops in the fields. The children are left unattended, and they can't stay in the house, so the neighbor in the back room calls you to go out with him. After harvesting the wheat, after a rain, many monkeys crawled out of the ground, and my friend You took me to catch the monkeys. You is very experienced, on the ground, he knows what kind of small holes are in them, what kind of small holes are not, and even if the ground is flat, he can judge whether there is any next to him according to the hole that the monkey has crawled out of. You said, knowing that the monkeys are all one-to-one. After catching the monkey, you found a wire to put on, and then ordered a bunch of wheat straw to roast it slightly, and you smelled a very fragrant smell of meat. However, I have always been reluctant to eat the lower body of the monkey, and I don't like the half-cooked burnt taste. You's best skill is to take a canned bottle to catch small fish by the pond, put some small pieces of steamed bread in the canned bottle, and then lie the canned bottle on the edge of the pond, look at it from a distance on the shore, see a fish go in, quickly pick up the canned bottle, basically every time there are fish.

At that time, there was always water in the pond, and since I saw You catching small fish with a canned bottle, my grandmother found me a canned bottle, and then I had a lot of fun. After catching the fish, my grandmother took a basin for small fish, and in my memory, I caught more than half a pot again and again. Grandpa always smiles every time he watches me play, and grandpa loves to laugh, as if he is smiling all the time.

In my memory, when I was fostered at my grandmother's house, I didn't understand anything at that time, and my rural friends played, rural things and things. I was also very young at the time, and when my grandfather sent me to school, the school said that I was still a year old, and my grandfather told the school to let me follow me for a year, and I entered elementary school like this. The school was very broken, the desks and chairs were very bad, but I didn't feel bad at all, I always sat at the end, but at that time, I always got duck eggs in every exam, and when other children looked at me when the test papers were distributed, they would feel embarrassed. I was embarrassed about my little self at the time, and it was only for a while. For me, going to school is just a change of place to play, nothing more than a process of going and coming. Now that I think about it, my grandparents have the idea of letting people watch the children when I am in kindergarten.

Young children are in a period of confusion and ignorance, and they have no sense of anything. In the summer, when it is hot, grandparents will cool off under the trees on the side of the street, and when the weather is cooler, they will go back to bed. I followed, and sometimes I fell asleep on the mat under the tree, and occasionally I remember my grandfather carrying me back to the house.

Grandpa's yard was fed chickens, ducks, geese and sheep, the goose was very fierce, once twisted my leg, it hurt very much, the sheep was also very fierce, at the beginning often chased me. The small courtyard was full of dangers, and I could only ask my grandparents for protection, and I fought many times, and I gradually got acquainted with it, and then I slowly got better. Although I got better, I hid every time after that, and I was afraid.

That year, street lights were installed in the village, and during the Chinese New Year, the street lights were always on. Then I played hide and seek with other friends in the village around the New Year, and I played until late at night, and I didn't know what time it was, but I only knew that I came home several times, and everyone slept. The children in the village were also willing to take me to play, even though they had to talk to me every time. Rural life is complicated, and for children, how to take him to grow up. In early childhood, he was in a state of acceptance of the environment and people around him, and did not have a judgment of good and bad, right and wrong. At the beginning of life, there is no comparison, and perhaps the memory is not so long.

I was naughty that year, so I guess it had something to do with no one care. I only know that the villagers later told me that I was very famous in the village at that time. To be honest, being famous is not my desire.

The days actually passed quickly, when I went to school, that is, I went to school after eating, and I went home to eat after school. I rarely remember how I lived in school. I remember at that time, a child gave me a pencil tip, a dime, and then somehow I owed him 7 cents, and then often asked me to pay him back, I remember that my aunt took me and then went to pay back the child's money. I only remember that I was very uncomfortable at the time, and I really couldn't find a clue, it didn't feel like that, and I couldn't say it. It also makes me afraid. After that, I rarely played with that child.

Winters in the countryside must have been cold, I don't remember. Children are always skinny, even if it's cold, maybe they don't care. After the snow, my grandfather bought me a clog, in which a lot of wheat straw was placed, and it was warm when I first wore it, but it was not warm after a long time. It's just that when I first wore it, my grandfather asked me if it was warm, and I said it was warm. I didn't ask after that, and I didn't say anything. The world of adults is far away for young children, close in front of them and far away in the sky.

The last six months of foster care at my grandparents' house felt very faint and I had very few memories. The most intense is still the time when I first arrived in the countryside. And as far back as I can remember, adults were very enthusiastic about me at the beginning, but then it gradually faded a lot. So much so that I played with my friends until midnight, and then went home by myself, and opened the door by myself. After walking around outside, I went back.

Memories are always imperceptible and leave some deep imprints on you. So much so that when I recalled it later, it was intermittent, as if time was jumping away. Because there are some time periods as if they don't exist, and there are joys and joys left behind, as well as sadness and fear. Whether it is happy or sad and scared, there is always feelings, and the most cruel thing is indifference, and that feeling is cold to the bone.

I've been at my grandparents' house for nearly a year, and I've done a lot of ridiculous things, and I've heard people say that I once stabbed a cow with wheat straw*, and I was laughed at for a long time. So much so that when he came back, the people in the village said that the kid who had stabbed the cow* had returned. I have also experienced a lot, left a lot of memories, there are a lot of happy people who want to stay, there are a lot of unhappy people who don't want to stay, whether I stay or not, I can't be the master, memory and life are one, my ability is really limited.

When I was harvesting wheat the next year, my parents took me away when they came home to visit relatives, and my mother told my grandparents that I couldn't go to school in my hometown. I don't know how to take it away, but I probably want to follow my parents.

A train took me to a new place, leaving me a bunch of memories from afar, the new place will have a new life, and the new life will fill more memories of life...