"Xiao Erlang, do you want to study so early?"

"Dajun, you took the first place in the exam again this time, right?"

Since Hua Ni left, the army has worked their studies. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Mother was so happy that she said that it was because of the high incense burned during the New Year.

Spring is the season of sowing, and the garden is filled with cucumbers, tomatoes, eggplants, peppers, loofahs, and strawberries.

Niu Run brought some improved American seeds from the city and gave them to the people in the village to sow seeds, and the people of Tujiao Village knew that the Americans had tall noses, and their peppers must have been as big as their noses, and the whole thing was very strong to eat. So, they clutched the seed tightly in their palms, went home, carefully wrapped it in a handkerchief, and hung it on an iron nail on the wall, for fear that the rats would bite it overnight.

The army had a strange dream, the pepper seeds he planted sprouted as soon as they fell into the soil, and the dazzling effort bloomed small white flowers, but instead of peppers, it was a female baby like Hua Ni, and by surprise, they themselves became dolls, and they played happily in the ground.

It was a wonderful dream.

The next day before dawn the army took their hoes and went into the field with the seeds. He carefully peeled off the soil, sprinkled the seeds evenly in the soil, and carried the water of the East River one by one, and poured it one by one.

He lay in the field and watched the morning star slowly fade away.

He squinted, feeling a hint of warmth. He slowly opened his eyes, and the sun showed a small semicircle, like a leek box spread by his mother. The sun lazily shone on the East River, on the vegetable patch, and on the army.

"Arm, why are you here?" The army mother looked at the child lying on the cold and damp grass, and was distressed.

"I ordered chili peppers, and when I was tired, I fell asleep!" The army opened its eyes and closed them again, still not rising.

Dajun Niang stepped forward and pulled him up, and said, "I heard that Hua Ni went directly to the third grade. You sent her a note these two years, right? ”

"A-Niang, do you know everything?" Dajun looked at his mother in amazement.

"That's a good thing, you've done Huani a great favor. I heard that her essay was published in a juvenile newspaper! The future is bright! The mother took the hand of the army, looked at the vegetable field in front of her, and said, "Child, fertile soil grows crops." You chew your books well, and if you get into middle school, you may be able to see Hua Ni! ”

Dajun picked up the hoe, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and said, "If there is delicious meat, Hua Ni will secretly leave two pieces for me and stuff them in the cracks in the walls of the broken grass house." No one has treated me so well except you. She said to go, and I felt very sad. ”

The mother took the army in her arms and said, "Child! Gathering and dispersing is a common thing in life, and only when there is dispersion can there be gathering! The peppers you planted with all your strength have left the palm of your hand, but one day they will bear fruit! It's only a matter of time before the seeds still fall into the palm of your hand. ”

The army did not understand the principle of gathering and dispersing. In his heart, he gradually understood that some things were difficult to change, just as he could not remove the stone rudder from the wheat field and catch the crickets below.

But a seed was planted in the young heart: that is, to go to school well and be able to publish essays in newspapers and magazines like Hua Ni. It's more important to go to college, to go to the university that Niu Run went to. Otherwise, one day when he sees Hua Ni, he will not be able to raise his head, and he will be embarrassed.

The seed was sprouting and growing, and a force struck his entire mind.

When the army was herding cattle, they read books on the back of the oxen; When I was in school, I chewed steamed buns and memorized ancient poems; It rained, the river rose, and he didn't go to the river to catch fish; Every day, he still kept the copied texts in the cracks of the earthen walls of the broken house, because only by doing so did the army feel that it was a complete day.

In the blink of an eye, summer has arrived, the holidays are over, and the children will strip naked and swim in the East River every day.

"The army, the army, Huani is back!" Erlong raised his voice as if he were singing.

The army in the water burst out of the middle of the river, stunned for a moment, and like a cheerful little fish, it rushed to the shore and went straight to Hua Ni's house.

Hua Ni wore a white dress with layers of yarn at the hem and a hairpin in her hair that shone gold. When the army saw Hua Ni, they didn't dare to approach her, as if she had floated down from the sky, which made the army feel very unreal. He was afraid that if he moved, everything in front of him would disappear.

"Dajun, I'll look for you at home, you're not here! I met Erlong and knew that you were playing in Donghe, so I was waiting for you at home! In the eyes of the army, Hua Ni is an ugly duckling who has turned into a white swan. But he was not a swan, nor was he a prince, so he sullenly spat out a few words and said, "They were swimming in the river, and I was not at ease, so I went together!" ”

"I took some books, all of which were given to me by the editor's uncle and aunt, and now I give them to you, I hope you can study hard and take the key middle school in the city, I will also take the exam, let's work together!" Hua Ni's eyes were bright, and the previous dimness was gone.

The army was very excited when he heard Hua Ni's words.

He grabbed her hand and ran towards the dilapidated house.

Hua Ni was stunned by the rolled-up notes on the wall, and her big eyes suddenly overflowed with tears.

She took out a newspaper, and there was an article on the front page called "The Passing East River", and the army read, read, and cried!

If there is a touch in the joy of childhood, it is a kind of imprint. Colorful colors never fade.

If you have a playmate in your childhood that you can remember to this day, it is a kind of happiness, and it will even come alive when you are old. There is nothing like this to soothe an old soul.

In my childhood, I don't remember my mother's beating and scolding, but my mother's love will flow quietly in my heart, just like the water of the East River, slowly nourishing people's hearts.

In my childhood, the slingshot hidden under the cellar in the vegetable garden should have rusted by now! But none of us forgot that the little bird struck with this slingshot was shivering on the ground, and the big guy hurriedly took the poor little thing in his palm, carefully bandaged it, and put it back on the tree. The next day, a funeral will be held for the poor little fellow, and tears of remorse will be shed.

In childhood, the daughter-in-law of the Eight Dogs was so kind and beautiful, but her tragic fate made the children's hearts very sad, but the children always thought that the daughter-in-law of the Eight Dogs would fly up from her grave like a butterfly! Feel the beauty of spring with them.

In childhood, a parting completely changed a child's perspective on the world.