The sorrow of an innocent girl. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Sister Info picked me up, hugged me, and said to me softly: "Don't cry, go home, just now the women's captain came to inform you, saying that you don't have to go to school, and two more cows have been added to our family, and my mother wants you to study and reason with her, but she says some words that despise my mother." said that her mother was literate, not to dig the ground, but also to be managed by someone who didn't know a big word. Let's go, go back, don't make my mother sad, I told my mother, say that you came out to play, and when you come home, you will say that you like to go to herd cattle with me, okay?" said that her mother was literate, not to dig the ground, but also to be managed by someone who didn't know a big word. Let's go, let's go back, don't make my mother sad, I told my mother, say that you came out to play, and when you come home, you will say that you like to go to herd cattle with me, okay?" My sister used her sleeve to help me wipe away my tears and took my hand: "Come, second sister, let's sing and make my mother happy." My sister sang in a tune, [My sister felt uncomfortable at all because I couldn't go to school] "The commune is an evergreen vine". I can't sing a single word, I only feel sad in my heart.

My sister turned back to my mother who was closing the door and said, "Mom, I told the second sister that we will go to herd the cattle tomorrow, the second sister is very happy, we will wash and go to sleep, and tomorrow we will go back to the back to herd the cattle." At this time, my painful and longing eyes collided with my mother's eyes that deeply hurt her daughter, and the tenacity that had just been established in my heart completely collapsed: "Mom!" I shook off my sister's hand and threw myself into my mother's arms, "crying" in my young heart There is not much place to hide, I cried bitterly in my mother's arms, unable to say a word, and the strong mother also burst into tears at this time:" My daughter, my mother knows that you love to read, and your grades have always been the first in your grade, but they are so stupid, I don't know how important knowledge is! If my mother can exchange her life for your learning opportunities, my mother is willing, but my mother's life is not worth a penny!" My mother's voice was trembling: "My sister dropped out of school for you and a few brothers to be able to read good books, help her mother herd cattle, fight for a few more jobs, help the family, help everyone, at a young age, what a good heart! My good boy! My good daughter!" Mom can't cry anymore, my sister can no longer hold on strong, let go of the cry and pounce, we mother and son hugged our heads and cried, we forgot, in the dead of night, will our crying disturb, in that other world, the dreams of the darlings of the times? We have fallen deep into the helpless and helpless bottomless world, we have been completely abandoned by the times! We don't even have the right to cry???! we cry, we cry loudly! We know that this sleeping world, our weak voice, can not alarm it to the dust, and we cry out to the darkness in the middle of the night with the humiliation that is pressed in our hearts.

After crying and pain, my mother pinched our shoulders hard, and encouraged us with a resolute tone that is rare for a man: "Children, wipe away your tears and live well, you are all good children, herding good cattle is also a subject of your life, compared to your grandfather climbing the snow mountain, crossing the grassland and what is it, you are still young, the light belongs to you, and the future society needs you to create, work hard, and struggle." Children, learn to endure, learn to understand, learn to care, learn to dedicate, learn to face the world with an open mind, there is no bumpy life that cannot be walked. "Mom's mind melts into our bodies. In difficult times, sharpen our ability to endure hardships and stand hard work, so that we know to live for ourselves and stand for others. No matter what you do, you must be worthy of the world, worthy of your conscience, honest and forgiving, fair and open-minded, and my mother is like that

In those years, we were like grass, silently letting the storm rage. The wind has passed, the rain has passed, the blue sky and white clouds, and the grass is green again, spotless.

Recalling those days of herding cattle, there will be a trace of melancholy beauty oozing out of my heart.

It is up to you to create, to work hard, to struggle. Children, learn to endure, learn to understand, learn to care, learn to dedicate, learn to face the world with an open mind, there is no bumpy life that cannot be walked. "Mom's mind melts into our bodies. In difficult times, sharpen our ability to endure hardships and stand hard work, so that we know to live for ourselves and stand for others. No matter what you do, you must be worthy of the world, worthy of your conscience, honest and forgiving, fair and open-minded, and that's what my mother does.

My sister and I herded cattle for four years, collected firewood for four years, and we traveled all over the mountains and hills of our hometown, and how much hunger and cold we suffered. At that time, my brothers were all called back from school by the production team and arranged to go to a place far away from home to repair the Shuangquan Reservoir, and they went for a few years. My sister is like my mother, in winter, I wear thick clothes, in summer, there is only one straw hat, let me wear it alone, spring comes, pick the most beautiful flowers, give me my head and every buttonhole is full, and my mouth is still thinking and saying: "I want to dress up our cowherding baby, the princess of the cow," I smiled and bent over, holding my stomach with both hands: "Sister, is there a princess in the world who herds cattle?" My sister also felt that her words were funny, and she also bent over with a smile: "Yes, the princess wants to learn more about the world, so she goes to herd cattle, look, you are." I laughed and rolled in the grass. Ah, blue sky, white clouds, meadows, flowers - what a beautiful picture of a princess-like girl! Early in the morning, we climbed to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise, and after watching the sunrise, we went to the meadow covered with dewdrops, and chased the cows and sheep, letting the glittering dew wet our trousers. At noon, we let the cattle and sheep rest in the shade of the trees, and my sister and I went to chop wood. When the sun sets, when the sunset reflects the red mountains, my sister and I carry firewood on our backs, all the way cowbells "jingle, jingle," all the way "shouting", on the crooked mountain road, cows, sheep, people, clothed in the sunset is like that, calm, so chic, so beautiful and moving.

In those years, we were like grass, silently letting the storm rage. The wind has passed, the rain has passed, the blue sky and white clouds, and the grass is green again, spotless.

Recalling those days of herding cattle, there will be a trace of melancholy beauty oozing out of my heart.