New clothes to wear, gifts in hand, good words in the heart, take them out at any time for backup, change in your pocket......

Looking at my familiar equipment, I don't need to say more, I also know that I am going to leave my relatives.

During the New Year, relatives should not go out as a family, and there should be people in the house to prevent people from coming to worship the New Year.

However, today is the second day of junior high school, and according to custom, it is the day when the married daughter returns to her mother-in-law's house, and it is also the day when the children go to their uncle's house.

My family is more special, yes, I don't have an uncle in my family.

There's one, my mother's cousin.

Grandpa's father sent him back yesterday afternoon, so that he could go to his grandfather's house today.

Today, my aunt will also bring my cousin and cousin to our house, and my aunt's family is worthy of being from the mountains, and she gets up very early and comes to my house early in the morning to pay New Year's greetings.

Some gifts were sent to each uncle's family, and the children of each family also wrapped red envelopes, had breakfast, and hurried home.

Send them away, Ling Ming and I are also going to leave for my grandfather's house.

My dad rode a motorcycle and took the three of us to my grandfather's house to pay New Year's greetings.

Under normal circumstances, there is no way to sit four people on a motorcycle, and the advantage of being long and thin is reflected at once.

Like a well-behaved kitten, I lay on the mailbox in front of the motorcycle, so that there is space for two people behind my father, my mother sits in the middle, and my brother Ling Ming does the back.

Ling Ming, who is almost nineteen years old this year, is already in his third year of high school, and he is taller than his father, but he is not very strong, and he looks thin and tall.

The four of them embarked on the eighteen-bend mountain road in this way, and it was still sunny today.

As soon as the motorcycle started, the "whirring" wind was still a bit biting cold.

A few of us had our hats and were tightly wrapped.

In the trunk of the motorcycle, my mother carefully prepared some New Year's gifts, and there were also some things that could not be stuffed in my hands, so I slipped them with my hand, put them on my lap, and rode all the way, and I insisted on all the way.

As long as the mountain road does not encounter rainy days, it is not so muddy, and on sunny days, this road is easy to walk.

The yellow clay and fine sand road is evenly paved on the road, and the surrounding area is planted with evergreen pine trees.

In addition to the winding mountain roads, there is also a little disadvantage, that is, there are many uphill and downhill slopes.

Some downhills, steep and curved, are accident-prone phases.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my mother rode my bicycle and took me to my grandfather's house to play.

After a steep slope in the middle of the term, long and curved, my mother pressed the brake, and when she slowly went downhill, the brake failed, and she ran into a raised roommate, and both of them fell to the ground with a bang.

The palms of her hands were frayed from the skin.

In comparison, I am even more miserable.

My right calf was pulled out of a big hole by the small iron hook in the back seat of the car, when I pulled open the trouser leg, the blood flowed, I saw the subcutaneous fat of the calf, and the fat was really similar, I was young and painful and afraid, "wow, wow, wow" howling and crying.

My mother could only endure the pain to pick up the bicycle, and then slowly pushed me to a small pharmacy three miles away to clean and bandage.

This injury made me lame for a month, and I have had a shadow of the downhill road from then on.

Many years have passed, and there is still a deep, deep scar on the calf, and since then, I have never worn my skirt with bare legs in the summer, and I have to wear skirts and socks before wearing skirts.

As the old saying goes, "I forget the pain when the scar is good", and it seems that I can't get better with this scar, and I can't forget the pain.

My mother was distressed to death at the time, and kept chattering: "Girl, it's all bad for my mother, we won't come in the future, this ghost mountain road ......"

I smiled and comforted her and said, "Mom, it's okay, it doesn't hurt." In the future, we won't ride here, let's hitchhike......"

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The past is like the wind, and the pain and bitterness are blown away in this beautiful mountain bay.

Every time I come to my grandfather's house, there is one place I will definitely go to - the bamboo forest behind the house.

There was a small bamboo with the word "Ling Yue" engraved in my childish font.

After greeting my grandfather, I went into the bamboo forest, looking for the code of my childhood.

The little bamboo grew thicker, and even the word "Ling Yue" I wrote became bigger.

But it didn't seem to grow taller, after all, the height of the word was only up to my waist.

When I was a child, I scratched it with a stone, and the scratches were already a little yellow.

This bamboo forest has hazy memories of my childhood, digging bamboo shoots in winter and spring, pulling bamboo leaves as firewood in autumn, and playing peek-a-boo with my friends in the bamboo forest in the middle of summer......