In the midst of my brother's struggles, my grandmother knew that my brother didn't do his math homework and was beaten by the teacher. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info although distressed, but can not help but comfort. If you don't do your homework, you have to fight, play well, and fight well.

Of course, grandma didn't go to school to reason with the teacher, and it was just a resignation to comfort Jianjun's brother.

I went to kindergarten for 2 years, and I spent my time in kindergarten in the fat of my fat aunt, and I didn't make any friends. And the one who knows is only Xi Lulu.

Until now, I don't know if she casually spread the two or three things that my neighbor Mo Xiaojian and I had to say, whether she had no intention of having fun or deliberately slandered me. And these will be forgotten in people's minds over time, and I can't seem to do that......

"Whoa-whoa-" "Woo-woo-" The rain took advantage of the wind and whipped desperately against the already muddy ground, leaving behind waves of whipping water.

One afternoon at the end of my kindergarten life, my mother took me home from kindergarten with an umbrella.

I put two plastic sleeves on my shoes and dragged me through the village alley......

I looked at the sky, and the leaden clouds pressed low, motionless; As he poured water downward, a wide curtain of beads hung between heaven and earth, and the ground seemed to become a world of water.

In this mysterious weather, it seems to indicate something.

Every time I took a big step, dirt mixed with muddy water splashed on my legs.

Following my mother's footsteps, I came to my own uphill staircase.

The uphill slope was already covered with a thin layer of moss, and my mother carefully guarded me so that I would not fall.

Her palms were gentle and wide, holding me tightly and not letting me escape.

The index and middle fingers have thick calluses and are dark brown in color.

It's like frozen meat.

This should be caused by the mother grasping the needle and threading the needle. Every time I take a needle and wear a stiffer fabric. Mom would pin the thimble against the side walls of her index and middle fingers.

Day after day, the living flesh here slowly stiffened.

My mother's love for me is like the frozen meat on her palms, which weighs me down.

Pulling me cautiously to the gate, I could see the low and dilapidated tiled houses opposite.

The bricks used for the house are loess bricks, that is, adobe bricks used by the older generation.

When building the wall, it should be doped with the mud of rice straw, as for the tensile performance of the internal fibers of the rice straw to enhance the tensile strength of this loess brick, of course, what kind of thermal insulation and the like, that is nonsense.

The window is just a hole and simply pasted with pieces of cardboard.

It was raining so hard that there was probably a leak in her house.

She here, of course, refers to a 15-year-old handsome girl Mo Tong.

Until now, I have always thought that she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life, and her beauty is soaked in the bone marrow.

She is slender and on the thin side.

The skin is very thin and white, and the eyes are slender and long, as beautiful as a crescent moon.

My impression of her has always stayed in wearing an emerald green slingshirt, her white and thin arms are exposed, and her moist eyes are staring at you, with the agility and freshness of a Jiangnan woman.

I never imagined that she, who looked innocent, would embark on the path of a stumbling girl in the future.

Is it family education, life encounters, or self-exile?

In fact, from the perspective of most people, the sexual service industry she is engaged in is very shameful.

However, she was really sent on this road by her mother.

I never thought that any woman would be born with a love for such a profession that was spurned by the world.

So, do these occupations that violate social ethics and morals stimulate consumption to a certain extent and contribute to the country's GDP growth?

The sound of rain mixed with the mournful cry of Mo Tong's house drifted into my ears, and the bird's nest under the eaves of my house was accidentally wet.