The arrival of my little nephew has added a lot of fun to my life, and just now he was reluctantly playing with the toys I bought for him under my care. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info note after note, I can't help but think of when we were little. It was also an age full of happiness and surprises, about childhood, the memory is no longer clear, and all that can be remembered are fragmentary memories one by one. The memories of childhood and adolescence are clearer, and we are all playing happily.

I still remember that my father had already told us in a letter before he went home that he wanted to buy a "locomotive" for each of us, and what was a "locomotive"? My brother and I were full of expectations and fantasies. My aunt had promised me to take me to see the train when I grew up, but I hadn't seen what the train looked like. So, what is this "locomotive" mentioned in my father's letter?

After looking forward to it for a long time, we brothers looked at the direction where our father came from every day, and looked forward to my father's return on the yellow mountain illuminated by the setting sun. We remember the shadow of our father's homecoming, so we mistakenly think that every time my father comes home, it will be a direction. When our expectations gradually turned into torment, my father got off the bus from another hill, and my father was still in good spirits, wearing a half-sleeved sleeve and black hair. When my father first saw us, he always had to ask this and that, in short, my father was a loving father when he first came home, and after a while, he became a strong father.

We pretended to understand and waited for my father to take the initiative to say something about the "locomotive".

Father was really good, he took out two pieces of plastic paper from the big bag with a lot of miscellaneous items. The two of us seemed to be smiling, and we were happy in our hearts. My mother helped us open the bag, and we stood on tiptoe to stare at the contents of the package. At that moment, I was full of thoughts. My father gave us two brand-new cotton hats, and in my imagination, Yang Zirong should have worn that style of hat, but the one my father gave us was obviously much more foreign, with two pairs of glasses on them. I remember that the next day, our brother seemed to be the most fashionable schoolboy on the way to school on the whole mountain, wearing my father's newly bought cotton clothes and wearing my father's new locomotive.

In addition to the "locomotive", my father brought us a lot of new gadgets from the city.

On that Chinese New Year's Eve, my brother and I held a "machine gun" and shot at each other in the black night sky, and the "machine gun" shone with a colorful halo, decorating the night sky into a colorful world. The "machine gun" did not emit a sudden bullet eruption, but a crisp and pleasant music, so we dubbed it ourselves, and our lips frequently twitched, making sudden bursts of sounds, which we probably learned from the black-and-white television set at my uncle's house.

The first time I saw the "Terracotta Warriors" was not in the textbook, nor in SX but in the courtyard of my hometown, my father quietly moved the terracotta warriors and horses to the house, we held those clay sculptures of the terracotta warriors and horses and stared, and my father gave us a patient explanation and told us that this is the terracotta warriors. My father is a high Chinese and naturally has learned a lot about history, so before I touched the textbook, I already knew about the Terracotta Army in SX.

After talking about the terracotta warriors, it's time to talk about the excavator. Now that I think about it, I still want to have that excavator, and if I can get it back, I'm not here to play with it, but to treasure it. Unfortunately, I ended up trading the shell to a fellow in the same village, and I exchanged it for the bearings on his father's two tricycles. It was a remote-controlled yellow excavator that could be operated by remote control, and my brother and I would take turns playing, and we would deliberately find a "hill", put the excavator's big hand on that hill, and then dig slowly and then move the soil to other places. The excavator fulfilled its mission and amused me. So it was successfully transformed, and under the manipulation of our vicious black hands, it successfully turned into a fool-like machine and disappeared into childhood.

Seeing the immature demeanor of my little nephew, I seemed to see my own childhood, but my little nephew was much more well-behaved than I was when I was younger, and it is said that when I was young, I not only had a big temper, but also was very good at playing dead and crying. At that time, he was famous for crying, and he was famous in the whole village, and now there are still some adults, when they educate their children, they still talk to me, oops, you are just like the one in the shop when you were a child, you can cry!

If I could turn back time, what else could I do? Would I still cry so much, would I no longer pretend to be dead, would I be more obedient, would I be able to snuggle up in the arms of my grandparents for a while, and would I not let my grandfather go away? In a blink of an eye, the little nephew had gradually grown up, and time was still flowing smoothly.