Don't know is how to leave home, just downhill, very dizzy, slanting on the grass, ou a clean. We lay on the ground, who also do not utter a word, think I guess. Looking at the turn of the sunset clouds and piles, like woke up from a dream. Before in the city to teach, flatly light, class after class, preparing to exercise books, don't feel teacher's value, also do not talk to go up in this line of business of love. Unexpectedly in this culture of wasteland, the teacher is so respected, culture shows its real chief force, although the situation of unpredictable, also calculate receive comfort.
Sunset along the hillside to recede, big mountain sky bright and clean for washing, very blue very blue, slightly cool breeze breeze in our body. Send side of wild flowers fragrance, and earthy taste, we awake, the heart also calm, body also seems to be made easier.
Is this ginseng wine, my teacher like a nail nails in the teachers' positions for a lifetime, WuHuiWuYuan.
I was born in the 1950s, at the end of the 1990s, Chinese New Year in the life of the deep memory.
Old people often say that greets greets relatives between more walk more, kiss. So after the Spring Festival, old and young, men and women mostly with Yuan son carrying some steamed bread, twisted dough-strips, rare biscuits etc is very simple gifts, successively to grandmother home, her aunt's home, aunt home and friends home around, often go straight to the fifteenth around.
Childhood, I enjoy most is wearing new clothes follow my parents relatives. Especially like to grandmother home, because the uncle is remembrance, home living conditions are relatively good, besides can enjoy strong close feeling outside, the more important thing is being able to eat Fried chicken stew pork stew cabbage, fish, white steamed bread, etc good foods, meet at ordinary times the vice dye-in-the-wood not oil-water greedy belly. So on New Year's day, is eagerly looking forward to follow my parents relatives.
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