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"I've seen the golden waves of wheat with my own eyes."

I was born in the south, grew up in the southern cities, and wheat only appeared on TV and in books.

When I was younger, I wished I could see it with my own eyes, and some things seemed easy to some people, and some things were difficult. For example, hell.

I hate going to school, there's no doubt about it, I hate going to school not only because of the teacher who makes you drool when he speaks, not only because of the teacher who speaks Mandarin with a hometown accent that I don't understand, and not only because what they teach is boring. If you let a bad boy like me go through the reasons why I hate school, maybe I'll have to talk about dying of hunger and thirst.

"Caitou, what did you do yesterday" The spitting teacher was very angry when he found out that I didn't hand in my homework.

"Lost"

"Lost?"

I know my answer struck him as incredible. From his dilated pupils and the position of his hands on his waist, I can be sure that he doesn't believe it.

But what I said was true, I thought that if I lost all my books, I would never have to do my homework again, and then it turned out not what I thought, and my father would buy me more homework books. And yet my result is ... Stand under the red flag fluttering in the wind and read the "review book" aloud 50 times.

Of course I wouldn't be that stupid, I knew no one would listen, and no one would count how many times I read it. After reading for a while, I left the playground without permission, I climbed to the fence, I was about to climb out, but the teacher who was spitting found out.

I wanted to jump and run away. At this moment, I was in a hurry, and I decided to talk to this spitting teacher.

"You, what a, you didn't write yesterday, let you read the review book, the rule is to read 50 times, you read 15 times and leave without permission, and climb the wall"

I couldn't believe my ears, how many times I had read it, since someone had actually counted it.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you force me to do my homework again, and then force me to read some ghost review book, I will jump down and throw me to death, so that your conscience will be disturbed." I just scared him.

It didn't work.

Not only did I not threaten him, but I was also suspended from school for one month, which was exactly what I wanted, and I always felt that children should be like birds flying in the fields, like dogs playing in the streets. Instead of being like a homework tool, as it is now. But my father was not happy, he wanted me to be like my brother, like an intellectual, and I was glad that I didn't become like my brother. My mother always complained that she felt that I was the one sent by God to torture her. I didn't inherit her at all, and sometimes I felt like I was picked up, maybe I was just a byproduct of a process between her and my dad. They always looked like they didn't care about me and left me completely out of school. Throw it to the teacher.

During the month I was suspended from school, my father locked me in the house, and he was afraid of suffocating me, so he brought me a lot of books. There are Mr. Gorky's, there are Mr. Lu Xun's, although for a third-grader, I can recognize the words inside, but I can't read it. Sometimes I peeked at my father's diary, which contained some informative contents, as well as some trivial things about him and his mother.

When my father wasn't there, I would always climb down the drain. There is no fun for children in this city, so I can only go to my good friend Erya, she is a good person, she always likes to help me carry my school bag, and always asks me to copy her homework.

She's someone you wouldn't want to teach a friend at first glance, because she has a nose and often doesn't care about the occasion. She was the only friend I had.

I told her about my recent events and he thought I was brave and an amazing person.

I also told him that I had read Gorky's book. I always boasted about myself in front of her.

"Who is Gorky," she asked.

"A Shoe Mending Guy"

I'm happy with her because she always likes to compliment me. Mothers and teachers never understand that children need to be praised.

I can't sneak out for too long, and it will be a miserable thing if my father finds out.

When I got home, my father hadn't come back yet. I saw the pens my brother and father had placed on the table, so I had a whim. I took out the parts of my father's pen and put it on my brother's pen, and when I couldn't write any ink, I knew I was in trouble.

When my father came back, he always liked to read the newspaper on the sofa with his legs crossed, and when he read the newspaper, he always liked to use the pen to draw a stroke on the place he was interested in, but when he found out that something was wrong with his pen, he called me.

"Have you touched my pen?"

"I think I can make a super good fountain pen by putting the accessories of two good fountain pens together."

After listening to my words, he habitually grabbed the feather duster, and I knew that when bad luck came, I would run away. He nags as he chases his mouth.

"Tell you to learn piano, and within two days, I will break the teacher's piano, and I will give you a running training class, and within a few days, you will sell your shoes cheaply to your classmates, you loser" He said the truth, he did let me learn piano, but he didn't know that his son was a big musical idiot, even if he rummaged through my body 1002 times, you wouldn't find my musical "cells". As for breaking the teacher's piano, I admit this mistake, but this mistake is forgivable, I think the piano will heat up after playing for a long time, so I poured a lot of water into it.

As for running, my father wanted to stubbornly make me an athlete, so he enrolled me in a training class, and I also liked running very much, but my father forced me to run to a certain length every day, and then I lost interest, and even feared, so I sold my sneakers so as not to waste my father's money, and I felt that I could save a little bit.

My father didn't know that his unruly son was wasting his money, and he kept enrolling me in all kinds of training courses, but it didn't work, and I couldn't stay for a week.

I ran as hard as I could, habitually running to North Street, which was relatively backward. I knew that if I kept running, I would be caught by my father sooner or later. So I climbed to the plane tree, and my pot-bellied father stood on the ground helpless. He couldn't run. I want to wait until he's angry and I'll go down. I didn't think I was asleep in the plane tree.

When I woke up, I was strapped to the crane. My father asked someone to use a crane to get me down, and they were afraid that I would fall and die. I saw my mother rubbing around on the ground in a hurry. I hear all sorts of voices from people.