Junjun walked up to Ah Qiao and changed his shoes in public as he had imagined.

He was calm and determined, and he was satisfied.

The physical education teacher squeezed over the crowd, and the love slowly stroked Junjun's head and sighed. He didn't even need to ask Junjun why he was changing his new shoes. He understands too well the feelings of poor children who cherish things.

"The teacher will take you to fly...... No, no, no, you take the teacher to fly. The physical education teacher stood up, crossed his hands on his hips, and seemed to have seen the military army on the track of the county magistrate's race.

Junjun changed his shoes and smiled at Ah Qiao gratefully. He leaned into Ah Qiao's ear and said, "I heard that the fastest runner can get a brand new notebook." If I win, I'll give it to you. ”

Ah Qiao hurriedly shook his head: "You won the award, you earned it with your hard work, of course you use it." ”

Jun Jun smiled heartily: "I don't study well, and it's a waste to use it." The person who gave me shoes is my archangel, and you are my little angel. I'll give it to you, and I'll be very happy if you accept it. ”

Ah Qiao thought about it and had nothing to refute, so he gladly accepted it.

After the spring school sports day, the Qingming Festival has arrived.

The pear blossom wind is clear, and the wanderer is looking for spring and half out of the city.

The sunset sheng song is cleaned up, and 10,000 willows are warblers.

Wu Weixin's poem "Qingming Su Causeway Qingming is the Thing" describes the scenery and customs of the Qingming season. "Qingming" means that the sky is clear, the sun is shining, the sky is clear, because of the "Qingming Festival", it is destined to be a sad day.

According to the custom, my grandmother wanted to burn origami paper to my grandfather, who died ten years ago, and also to the ancestors of the Li family. Cremation has been practiced in the outside world, because there is little land suitable for cultivation in the mountains, and the villagers are reluctant to bury their ancestors on the land suitable for cultivation, so there is no question of the dead and the living fighting for land.

Archie is 10 and a half years old, which means that he was only half a year old when his grandfather passed away. There are no photos at home, and he doesn't know what his grandfather looks like, only that he died when he was involved in the construction of the road in the village because of a landslide.

With a heavy heart, after burning paper money for Grandpa and Grandpa, Archie and Grandma returned from the cemetery.

Sister Ah Qiao is looking forward to it at home.

Grandma said that the Qingming Festival was heavy and her sister was young, so she didn't let her go with her to burn paper. Archie vaguely understands that not letting her sister go, which has something to do with gender. He knew that he was a man, a responsibility for the family, and the inheritance of the Li Sect. This is a responsibility that my sister does not need to bear.

When my sister saw her grandmother and brother returning, she had a sweet smile on her face.

Ah Qiao was busy moving the bench and handing tea.

When Archie came down from the mountain, he pulled two wicker sticks. One and a half made a ring for my sister, and planted wildflowers on the side of the road to make a beautiful wreath.

I originally wanted to do two, but I was afraid that Grandma Duoduo would be too hearty.

"You still have half a wicker in your hand, are you going to make a flute to play?" Ah Qiao happily put a wreath on his head and asked his brother.

"It's meant to be stuck in the backyard."

"Stuck in the backyard?"

"Yes. Haven't you heard of it? The vitality of wicker is tenacious, and it can be lived wherever it is inserted. I'm going to take it back and put it in the corner of the fence in the backyard, so that when the sun is scorching and my grandmother is tidying up the vegetable garden in the backyard, I can cool off under the willow tree on a hot day. ”