What was the warmest and most memorable event of your childhood?

My parents spoil me, and the family thinks about the answer to a question for a long time.

When I was in elementary school, I forgot to bring an umbrella due to rain, so my math teacher who was on the same road put me in the back of my bicycle and helped me hold an umbrella and pedal my bicycle to send me home. I'm grateful to him. Decades have passed, and I still can't forget this good teacher.

I guess I went shopping for New Year's goods with my mother, right?! I also went shopping with my mother, who bought me clothes even in the hardest times, and never forced me to wear my sisters' clothes. At the beginning of my life, my father carried me to a friend's house for a drink, and at night I slept and he carried me back.

As soon as he came back, he kissed me, and sometimes I felt so panicked. Even in those days, Dad always came back to bring us delicious sweets and bought fashionable and beautiful clothes. My sisters and I have the most beautiful clothes among our friends, and we are all very happy.

When I was a child, I went to catch that yellow eel, and I was very happy at that time.

It was snowing heavily, and my father brought me breakfast.

In kindergarten, there was a little girl in the class who liked to follow me every day, and when I asked her why she followed me, she said, "Because I like you." "Well, the age of not knowing anything is very pure and simple. ‍‍

When I was a child, I ran around with my children and finally couldn't find my way home, crying on the road, and the police uncle who passed by just saw me and took me to the police station, and the police uncle coaxed me together, and finally sent me home after asking the address. ‍‍

Flying a kite for the first time. Dad took me there, Dad is usually very strict with me, usually meticulous, I put the kite in the sky when I secretly glanced at Dad, found that Dad had a smile on the corner of his mouth, I was thinking, it turns out that Dad can also laugh. ‍‍

We planted a persimmon tree in our yard, once I grew taller and carved a tree on it, three months later I went to compare and found that I had become shorter, I went to ask my mother, and my mother said, silly child, the tree will grow taller. ‍‍

I heard my mother say that the most heartwarming thing she felt when I was a child was when I couldn't speak, my mother taught me to call her mother, and I babbled and tried to make my mother's voice, and the whole family was there, and everyone happily took turns hugging me. ‍‍

When I was very young, my father's grandmother, I should call grandma, took me home, passed by a small shop, and my grandmother bought me a lot of things that I liked, and used all the change she liked in a dime. As the sun set, she held me three generations apart. Really cozy. ‍‍

I remember when I was seven years old, one day, my mother picked up a small taro seedling on the road, and the seedling was uprooted and thrown away, but the kind mother still picked it up and brought it home. After that, my mother and I planted it in the garden and took care of it every day, and finally it bore fruit, and our family happily cooked and ate it, which was the most fragrant taro I have ever tasted. ‍‍

The warmest thing is that when my grandmother was at my house, my grandmother would shake me every night, sing songs to me and coax me to sleep, and my grandmother left in a few days, and now I really miss it. ‍‍

The protagonist Alyosha lost his father at the age of four, followed his grief-stricken mother and kind grandmother to the house of his tyrannical and bankrupt grandfather, who was often beaten by his violent grandfather. But the kind grandmother protected him everywhere.

At his maternal grandfather's house, he got to know many "quiet" relatives, including two selfish, insatiable uncles Mikhailo and Yakov, who were desperate to separate the family, and two cousins named Sara. The simple and loving Alyosha "Little Tsgang" (Ivan) used his arm to block the whip that his grandfather hit Alyosha every time, although he would be red and swollen from the whip. But he was strong, but later he crushed ...... to death when he helped his second uncle Yakov carry the cross

Alyosha's childhood was spent in the family of a typical Russian burgher: greedy, cruel, ignorant; intrigue between fathers and sons, brothers, and husbands and wives; In order to fight for property, they often quarrel and fight over trivial matters, ......But in this dark family, there is a hard-working, strong, and kind grandmother. She often told Alyosha beautiful mythological stories, and also subtly taught him to be a person who did not want to bow to ugly phenomena.

Alyosha's childhood was dark, just like his family. There were so many cruel things around him that sometimes even he couldn't believe it could happen. But fortunately, there is a grandmother, the spiritual pillar of the whole family.

Alyosha also knew a lot of other people: a few tenants after moving into the new house, the third young master next door, and so on. Alyosha understood some truths from some of the "strange" actions of his family.

Compared to Alyosha, our childhood was splendid and colorful; It is free of worries and pains, and it is carefree. There are so many children who don't even know what "beating" is, because we have never experienced what it is like to be beaten or whipped by others. Maybe it was an unimaginable pain.

Of course, in addition to this, there are few intrigues between family members in our lives, and greedy, ** things like fights over property. There will be no "terrorist incident" that has never been thought of, such as brutally torturing an innocent person to death for no reason.

Oh my God, in such a comparison, our childhood is very different from Alyosha's. We live in honey pots every day, soaked in sweet water, piled up with golden money, ......How blessed we are! We never have to think about food, clothing, housing and transportation, which is enough for adults to worry about, and it is not our turn.

How naïve we are. Indeed, we don't have to be like Alyosha who was only eleven years old and went to the "world" to wander alone. But after reading "Childhood", we should regret the extravagance we once had, we should stop wasting it, and we should learn to cherish it.

So, let's start now. We are no longer extravagant, no longer wasteful; We began to think about our elders and be considerate of them; We should start satisfying ourselves with a happy life. For the future, for the future, for the day when we come to the "earth".

About all childhood is inseparable from the left and right of a certain taste.

Maybe it will last a lifetime.

Together with the figures of labor in my memory, the air around me.

。and the breath of the soil and plants to form a subtle feeling.

The Chinese call it hometown flavor.

Everything grows sometimes, but people freeze the time that will never go back in the form of a certain flavor so that it passes through the endless chaos and never scatters.

It's as fresh as yesterday, <>

Just like time has not been disturbed, the years can come again.

It is thick and long, as if it hides the wind and waves of the sea and the wind and frost of the homeland. Every time I get home. My grandmother always asked me if I was hungry.

Then you'll get a bowl of delicious egg fried rice. My childhood was filled with the joy of my grandmother cooking with me. He brought me more than just good food.

It's a precious memory.

My childhood made me remember many, many things, but the most memorable thing for me was that after picking up a dime, I didn't hand it over after a mental struggle, but in the end the money went somewhere.

One day, I was bouncing to school, and all of a sudden, there was a bright spot in front of me, and a dime paper (there was no dime of a coin at that time) RMB was shining on the side of the road, and I couldn't wait to pick it up, look east and west, and think: Where is the owner? He held the money in his hand and danced and sang while walking:

I picked up a penny on the side of the road and gave it to my uncle ...... policemanWhere are the police uncles (I haven't seen them in the countryside)? Leave it to the teacher!

Jumping and jumping, thinking: pick up things at school and give them to teachers, so you don't need them outside of school! Even if you give it to the teacher, you can't find the owner! I looked east and west, and when I saw that there was no one, I hid the money in my pocket.

When I got home, I put it in my bookcase (cardboard box) and often wondered what ...... I could buy with that dime

And then I didn't spend that dime, and I didn't spend it! I always regret not turning in the teacher. I also often teach my children that what should be yours is what it shouldn't be, no matter how you think about it, no matter how you do it, it's not yours after all!