What are your scars and what are your stories?

When I was 10 years old, the scar was a deep wound in the middle of the right side of my face. That year, it was very deep, it was so long ago that I had forgotten how painful it was, I only remember that there was a lot of blood at that time, and I cried. Later, my parents bought me a lot of anti-trace spirits, and I said:

That's it, that's it, just let it go. Time is a really amazing thing, which can make the scars of ** shallower and shallower. At that time, I went to school in the town, and the school was not big, the third grade, the fourth grade, the fifth grade, and together, there were at most five or six teachers.

Of course, the teacher's daily meal is taken by our students in turn, which is called "eating pie rice". At that stage of paying the public rations, the families were not so wealthy, and generally speaking, a student family took turns to manage it for a few days, a week if I remember correctly, and then the back row. Every time it was my family's turn to take care of the meal, my mother would hand over the family in advance.

How many teachers are there this time? What time does it arrive? What ...... do teachers like to eatGood to prepare.

That day, my mother bought us a lot of stationery and went to a family to inquire about the situation. That family was not far from my house, about four or five courtyard houses. After chatting for a long time, I heard the cry of a child not far away, how could this voice be so familiar.

The more my mother thought about it, the more wrong it became, and she still went home with no worries. I saw that my face was covered with blood, and without saying a word, I was pulled by my left hand and my younger brother with my right hand, and went to a small clinic in the village.

Chickenpox is a common disease when I was a child, and when I was about to graduate in the fifth grade, I got chickenpox, and it was a summer, and I was supposed to take graduation photos in the class, but I took a leave of absence and delayed it for a week. If nothing else, just because my whole body was covered with chickenpox, I had no face to see people, and I was wrapped like a dumpling, and everyone always avoided me when they saw me. Although my mother told me a thousand times:

Don't touch chickenpox, especially on your face, don't scratch it, and let it be natural to get better. The irritability in my heart and the itching of my body made me gently scratch the chickenpox on my forehead, which left that small scar.

I have a long scar on my right shoulder because of an accident and a comminuted fracture of my right shoulder, I just had surgery a few days ago, and now the scar is just right, the wound is still pink and the scar looks like a centipede, it's really ugly, and I don't know what ointment can get rid of this centipede.

When I was in the fifth grade, I got into a fight with the boys in my class, so I picked up a bamboo pole and ran after him. He was tall, and he climbed onto the high table tennis table when he turned around, and in order to hit him, he accidentally knocked on the table, marble, and he was unconscious. It was later discovered that there was a scar there.

When I was in junior high school, I lived in the railway family home, which had a lot of exercise equipment and basketball courts in the back row, and my mother always took me out to exercise every time I took a break. Especially shooting, in my mother's words: running, jumping, shooting, growing, maybe even scurrying.

So basketball became my best friend in those days. Every time I play with it, I will be ruthlessly destroyed by it, the most serious one, my thumb is broken tendon and bone, but I don't think so, thinking that after a week of rest, it will be fine. Later, I found out that it was inflexible, but it didn't hurt or itch.

That's it.

I have a scar on my head that causes no hair to grow there, and it's horrible to talk about the reason for that scar. When I came home from the Qingming Festival holiday, I went to the mountain with my grandfather to hang paper, and then when I was cleaning up the site, my grandfather hit me on the head with a hammer, and the bleeding was not serious.

When I was a child, I was injected with the hepatitis B vaccine, and the acid next door could not be lifted, and later, I found that the local muscle was sunken. Later, the doctor said that this was a normal reaction and did not need to be treated, so well, it didn't matter if there was one more.

There are no big stories, no time to catch up with the war, no rescue in the fire, all small things. I remember when I was about four or five years old, a little sister who was slightly younger than me came to my house, and I was running around with her. She hid behind the door, and when I went to look for her, as soon as I pushed the door, I fell, and there were stairs behind the door, and then I rolled down, and there was a cut on my arm, a five-centimeter wound.

I cried all at once, and the little sister was at a loss, and she cried when she saw me crying......Then I was taken to the hospital, and I never saw her since. Her mother seems to be a part-time worker at Grandma Wang's house next door, and her mother brought her here once, and if something like this happened, she might have been fired because of this. Every time I see the scar on my hand, I feel a little guilty, and I still want to see that sister and ask her how she is doing.

I don't remember most of the things when I was four or five years old, and that's all I remember.

When I was two or three years old, it was winter, and it was very cold. My home is in the countryside, I climbed on the high stove to bake the fire, the fire was boiling hot water, the water was boiling, I jumped down from the stove playfully, and the kettle hooked the corner of my clothes. Boiling water covered the entire left half of my body.

Before high school, I had never worn short-sleeved shorts, and I was afraid of revealing hideous scars, and I always wore long clothes and pants in the summer. Later, he became brave and tried not to care about other people's eyes. There's not so much trouble with getting dressed or something. ‍‍

The middle and ring fingers of the left hand were slashed while cutting potatoes, and the scar on the middle finger that was the first to receive the knife was shallower than the scar on the ring finger. At that time, I cried wolf when I saw the blood coming out, and I still felt terrible about this kind of thing. My mother immediately sprinkled the powder on my hand, then looked for a band-aid, and when she found that there was none, she asked my brother to buy it quickly.

Later, the two scars gradually healed, and the right index finger was even more invisible. ‍‍

When I was three years old, in the winter, my sister was washing dishes in the next room, and as soon as I poured boiling water, I ran over and threw myself in the basin, and the boiling water soaked my left leg. At that time, in the countryside, there was no good medical condition. My mom picked me up and ran to the little clinic next door.

The doctor gave me an intravenous drip for three months and prescribed me expired burn medicine. However, more than ten years later, my left leg was left with two particularly large scars, uneven, covering almost the entire front of my left leg.

I have a scar on my leg that came from a bump on the railroad tracks, and I still remember the naughtiness of my childhood.

The two more serious scars are on the right calf, and it is so ugly to show the leg in the summer. I was probably in junior high school and went ice skating with my cousin and my brother, rollerblading, and I was young and ignorant and went up and skated quite happily. After slipping a few times and getting more and more addicted, finally, I didn't turn in time and rushed straight to the opposite iron, I heard a thud and I fell to the ground, my calf kept bleeding, and the flesh was directly knocked away. ‍‍

I have a scar on my arm that I got when I went to work in a glass factory after graduating from high school. After the college entrance examination, there was a long vacation, so I went to a glass factory with my partners in Tunzi, moved glass and cut glass, and made plastic steel windows of specifications and sizes. The bleeding that stopped only after going to the hospital.

I will never forget it.

I have a knife mark on my big finger and thumb, which is because I didn't listen to my parents when I was a child, and I watched TV while cutting shredded potatoes, and I ended up cutting myself.

Now there are two obvious places on my body, one is on the thumb side, it is said that my grandfather was smoking when I was very young, but I just wanted my grandfather to hold me, and then when I held me, I moved again, and the fireworks burned to my finger and left a scar, and I have no impression at all now! ‍‍

I have a scar on my little finger, I remember when I was a child in the field with my parents to mow the grass, when they were resting, I also picked up the sickle and tried it, but I cut my finger after a few cuts, and I never touched the sickle again.

Half of the flesh of the first finger fell off, it was elementary school at that time, I was playful, and I made a kind of car that pulled mud in the countryside with a few children, but the car overturned and the first half of my finger fell off, and now the knot is healed, but the half did not grow, and every time I see this scar, I still remember the pain at that time.

I have a scar on my forehead because when I was a kid I was caught by my dad practicing walking, and while walking my dad thought I might have learned, he let it go, and my head hit the ground, leaving a scar.

When I was a child, I went to the commissary and accidentally kowtowed, at that time, it hurt very much, but I didn't cry for the sake of face, but I heard people say that it was bleeding, and when I touched it, my forehead was bleeding, and I was so scared that I cried.

There is a scar under my nose, and others think that I am a rabbit lip, but in fact, when I was a child, my brother made a bow and arrow to shoot at me, which happened to be aimed at me, and this scar is quite deep.

I have a scar on my right thumb because I was drenched in boiling water when I was a child.

When I was a child, I fell down the stairs in order to watch "Deep Love and Rain".