It's been over a year since I got home, and I'm 6 years old, (I'm thankful that something happened this year that I'm very proud of: of course, it's not that I'm going to school.) This year is 1999, and my birthday is December 20th, yes, my birthday is the day of Macau's return to China. Of course, I didn't know until I was older, and you can't ask a child to pay attention to this back then)

My family is not very wealthy, and I have to borrow money occasionally for Chinese New Year. Ahem, let's not talk about this yet. Tell me about what happened after I came back. When I came back, my dad went out to work. He was the foreman, and most of the people in our village went with my dad. My mom also makes trinkets for other people's shops to earn some money. My sweater, pants, insoles and everything were made by my mother, and at that time I admired my mother and thought she could do everything, so amazing. But because I wasn't always at home, I was left to my grandmother to raise, my grandmother's surname was Shangguan, and it is said that my grandfather defeated many people before he married my grandmother. By this time, our family had already separated. My grandmother lives at my 5th uncle's house. My 5th uncle is also a capable person, and my grandmother couldn't afford to provide for them to go to school. My 5th uncle went out for a wandering. Later, he studied opera. Got to know my 5 aunts. The two left behind a pair of children. My Sister Xue and Brother Yunfeng. Ling Feng (the middle word for the boy in our generation is cloud, and the middle word for the girl is snow, in the family, it is not called the middle word to express cordiality, our generation also emphasizes the middle word, and the children of our children and nephews are not particular, it is all good or meaningful) Brother is a horse, four years older than me, Sister Ling Xue is five years older than me. Ah, it's worth mentioning that I have a little sister. I am 5 years older than my little sister. Her name is Ling Xuerui.

My brother Ling Feng and they also went to school at this time. As the youngest child of my sister in the family at that time, I was also very pampered. My grandmother took me to play cards with a few old people. The kind of paper cards. It's not poker. I always felt bored, so I sneaked away. Play until the meal comes back and asks grandma to cook. I love my grandmother's noodles (a type of noodles that make me a little embarrassed now) and I don't remember who I was playing with at that time.

I remember the day I went to school, my mother carried me there. The teacher asked me to do a few questions and said yes, and I was admitted. I was very excited. Because I always envy my brothers and sisters at that time, they all played together and didn't take me. I also want to meet some new people at school. I remember being a little nervous when I went to class. Because school had already started at that time, I was a small transfer student. Hehe. I remember very well that there were no seats in front because I went late. I was placed in the middle of the fourth group. (Other than that, it seems like I did it in the first group from the first year to the first year of junior high school.) ）

In preschool (6 years old), I seem to remember the only interesting, of course, or humiliating thing, was when I got a nosebleed on fire. I felt my nose was hot, and when I touched it with my hand, my nose bled out. So I immediately cried in fright, and ran home with my schoolbag while crying. The strange thing is that it doesn't flow when I get home - 0 and I lost my teeth, and that time it was like eating pears and losing my teeth. Of course, it was a little loose. As for people, I don't have any impressions.

When I was in the first grade of elementary school (7 years old), I was 7 years old. As I grew up, my relationship with my grandmother got better and better. But at this time, I still didn't care too much. Running around with Brother Ling Feng all day long, although he is young, he can keep up with them. When you really can't keep up, you can't help it, just cry. As soon as I cried, my brother and his friends would come back. Then he followed them. Therefore, children are the most loving. Now that I think about it, when did I start being my brother's follower. I'm also a little nostalgic. By the way, my mom bought my sister a walker, kind of like the one with the legs baring at the bottom of an eggshell. My sister is a genius because she learned to walk directly. And I started by climbing. I heard that I even crawled a pair of small cotton pants.

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