I think a lot of people feel that way. When we are very young, we all feel that time flies very slowly, incredibly slowly. It's as slow as the slow tortoise in the tortoise-hare race, but when we really notice it and look back, we realize that we have reached the finish line.

And when that time comes, we can only start to remember constantly......

By the time you're four or five years old, you've started to remember, although you don't remember much. But the impressive ones you will never forget.

You remember the rooster in your neighbor's house that always pecked and the couple who always quarreled, and you remember the little elm forest in front of your house. Every time the sky is bright, there are always many birds chirping. Because you live in a small mud house, there is only one small window except for the door.

You like to look at the light shining through the small window when you first wake up, the hazy infinite beauty. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for the elm forest to be uprooted. You've long forgotten why, and now it's a food farm.

I think you were really happy at that time. The people around you are so nice, you have no reason to be sad. Although the adults will have some quarrels, grandma seems to be a peacemaker, because as long as she is there, everyone will be calm.

So, you like her the most.

In the days when she is there, you never have sadness.

What she can give you will be given to you, and if she can't give it to you, she will definitely find a way, anyway, she will not let you live as well as other people's children.

I remember you saying that the only person in this world who hasn't ever hit you is her. There was not even the slightest reproach, everyone said that she was a good person and liked her. But you like her more than everyone else.

And Dad, he's good at everything. Able to work, able to endure hardships, and thrifty. The only downside is that there are too many words! Even the grandmother with the best temper has nothing to do with him, and he talks about it wherever he goes. That's why there is that ridiculous nickname - Lalaxuan.

The name of a wild lake grass. Because the rhizome grows wherever it climbs, and the vitality is so tenacious that it grows as soon as it grows is a large piece. So you think that nickname is very apt.

No matter how long it has been, or how many years have passed, you will always feel nostalgic for what happened back then.

Nostalgic for those days when I didn't know what grief was......

Although the family does not have much money, they cannot afford to buy any snacks. But grandma has a good way, she always conjures up all kinds of snacks for you from time to time.

What fried fruits, sugar cakes, fried corn kernels, and pots made with peanuts and rice and sugar......

Everything is delicious, and you won't get tired of eating it.

So at that time you are not only happy, but also happy. You also have a lot of friends, and the kids in the neighborhood like to come to you to play. And grandma will not hesitate to share the delicious food she makes with them.

You remember vividly that there were always a lot of people gathered in front of your house at that time.

Not only children, but also many adults. So there's always a lot of laughter in front of your house at that time......

Then one night, you slept in a daze. Not sure if it's a dream or what, you hear the sound of an animal.

When you wake up the next morning, you see a sheep with a big belly.

You are stunned for a moment, and you don't know where this sheep came from.

When Dad found out about you, he told you very proudly. He bought it with money, and when the sheep passed the lamb, he would let it go for you, and when the lamb grew up, he would sell it for you to buy flower clothes to wear.

You happily agreed, so it wasn't long before you really became a little sheep herder......