It rained heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road were depressed.
Tomb-sweeping Day was the time to sweep graves.
At that time, there were already Mu Zitie and Mu Zibao on the mountain.
Some of our children will pick that thing. It's very delicious.
When I was a child, I liked to play in the river with my brother and the others. It was summer.
Summer was the hottest. The cicadas on the tree had already started to call out loudly.
Our kids like to buy popsicles.
Children like to eat snacks.
I didn't have much money to buy snacks when I was a child, and I didn't have much money to buy snacks when I grew up.
I had already gone to visit the graves with my dad on Tomb-Sweeping Day.
"We call this place 'hanging' which means 'tomb-sweeping.' When I was young, I liked to go to hanging with my dad. When I grew up, I didn't like to go so much. Although my dad didn't like to talk, I liked to be with him very much.
We have very similar personalities. He doesn't like to talk, and neither do I.
That's good. My dad wasn't so fierce to me when I was young. He didn't scold me often. I'm not afraid of him now. Otherwise, we wouldn't have such a good father-son relationship.
I've never been afraid of my father since I was young. I'm afraid of my brother.
"My dad is very good to me. His temper and so on are the best. Under his influence, I also learned some good things from my dad."
My father is very honest. When I think of the past, my tears fall from time to time.
People say that fathers love the heavens. I think so. When my dad was young, he would give me money to buy school supplies.
I love my parents very much. I really love them. No matter where I am, I will tell my parents about everything.
I was always like a child, unable to leave my parents 'embrace.
"Even when I grow up, I'll call the most frequently. I don't know how many times I call a week.
The scenery in his hometown was very beautiful. There were only mountains in Anyuan.
One after another, one could not see the end at a glance.
When I was young, I liked to go to the fields and play with the harvested rice seedlings.
It sounded like a child's cry. It really sounded like it.
Some people even thought that a child had cried and was abandoned somewhere.
I like to go to the mountains to chop bamboo and make some small toys.
I like to go to the mountains to chop bamboo seedlings and make some swords, small bamboo sticks, etc. I don't know why I like to play so much, but, but I feel very useless.
When I was young, I was very naughty.
Whenever I see a bee nest, I invite some children to poke it.
I remember that there was a time when a child and I were poking a bee nest. We were chased by bees and ran all over the place.
After being scolded by my parents, I realized that I had caused trouble.
My sister immediately went to the mountain to get the pepper leaves and rubbed them on the places where the bees stung.
My parents 'work is also very dangerous. From time to time, they will also get some hornets' nests out.
His face and hands were swollen beyond recognition from the wasp sting.
His face was especially swollen from the sting and looked extremely ugly.
When I was in fifth grade, I performed on stage.
That was the first time and the most unforgettable memory of my life.
I don't know how much courage I had to go on stage to recite ancient poems.
The second time I went on stage as a special forces soldier to command and sing,
I, who had always been timid, was actually standing on the stage.
If the result of me being a special forces soldier and singing on stage was the result, then my performance on stage in the fifth grade of primary school was the cause. The process was to train my courage as a junior high school cadre. I didn't know that I would have such courage at that time.
(Afterword: Thank you for your support of the online novel. I will keep updating it. The next article is about the protagonist of the story who went to the special forces to be a soldier.) Do you want to know how he became an insufferably arrogant special forces king? What legendary experiences did he have in the special forces? Why did he give up his bright future in the special forces and return home? Please see below)
(In this chapter, I hope everyone will support my online novel.)
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。