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1/3 of my life
History, be always looked through in the past, time, had never stopped his step, 1/3 that I have already passed by my life, I hope I can collect forever. I hope it is only my memory, I hope I can see more better scenery in the front, today, please allow me to commemorate 18 spring, summer, autumn or winters when I passed by in these characters. I was born in Xinjiang, that scene of length and breadth of land, bleak and desolate, poor the Northwest. The maternal grandfather is a leader of one division, this condition makes our life not seem difficult, needn’t shell bark, weed root at least. One that is about Xinjiang memory really too little, I a year old. Many stories were all reported for me to hear by my parents. Say I Hou very naughty hour, a naughty one excessive even sometimes.
I will carve, have washed one apple I small tooth print, then how long does it need all, the apple goes bad;
I will also play in the backyard holding fruits alone, scratch the tender finger, the blood of Yin Hong rising at will, I did not know unexpectedly that cry, just took other fingers and erased the blood, I find after three or four times the blood is still flowing, go to the washing basin, take the towel to wipe, perhaps it is the bacterium on the towel that has stimulated the wound, I have felt pain, I wail heartily at this moment. This section of stories are often regarded as a laughing stock and talked out by my parents, but see I at that time am really a bit silly;
More than a year old, parents bought the first electronic organ of my life for me, though it is only a toy of a amusement, but it has five eight degrees of black-and-white keys, there are many pleasant songs on the electronic organ, because it volume relatively little, I move it everywhere, moreover, I will also drive the music to most loudly, then abandon it and go and play on one side. Father was planning to prepare for the college entrance examination at that time, and the electronic organ is being put in his study by me, this period of times, I will dabble in backyard, I will squat in own vegetable plot plucking tomato take piece happy, in a word, I will not stay honestly and audit the music in the electronic organ. What father is disturbed can not read, it is really when being unable to endure any longer, he will turn off the electronic organ, but I always can set up horse run, go back, open it, because of these one until he turn off, father has not tested into the public security school that he dreamt of finally.
I am not an obedient child, I dislike going to the kindergarten, but parents’ work can’t allow them to accompany me. Father is in the public security bureau, is a very capable policeman. Mother is in the hospital, the best doctor of the business. They can not take me, have to hand over to the kindergarten, very big uncle is not busy with working, he sings and says that don’t hand over me to the kindergarten, then, as time goes by, so long as mother wants to send me to the kindergarten, I will cry and look for the big uncle, am still talking about in the mouth: “I should be with the big uncle, the big uncle does not send brilliantly to go to the nursery brilliantly. “
Xinjiang, that stretch of large land, that stretch grows land that I raised me, I left her finally.
Under three, the grandfather wants to return to homeland and support parents, father is his youngest son, then, father, mother have quited job, have left friends and family, has brought to I who am young and left that stretch of land that they love. Now, they were at that time and sad that what I can imagine got, I could imagine them as how many tears this has been shed, they how much does it have in the heart unwilling, however, for the grandfather, they have given up, have give up one’s own career, has given up one’s own bright future, has given up and fulfilled one’s duty to one’s parents at maternal grandfather’s side, because there are uncle and the aunt aunt at maternal grandfather’s side after all. They are carrying the big luggage, hold I who am immature, set foot on this stretch of strange land with the grandfather.
This strange land is Luoyang.
Come to Luoyang, has not worked, there is not house, a piece of land in the fringe area. Several one-storey houses built by oneself are the place where we five people of one family live. Grandmother has raised some chickens, the grandfather has opened a vacant lot by the room, has planted some vegetables, having raised two rabbits, however, it is what happened latter to raise rabbits. Look for a job in the strange city no matter in what times it is, it is all difficult. Parents found a job that could eke out a living at last. I can expect now, at that time, how many tears they had shed secretly, it was bitter how much they had eaten quietly. After all, here, unfamiliar with the place and the people, compared with the situation in Xinjiang it is the sky and underground to stand up in life. I have an even cloth, an only one. It is that electronic organ that I brought back from Xinjiang to have. Not much else. Every day, it is not bright, father is riding the only means of transportation of family - -The motorcycle, go to work together bringing to mother, they are in a unit. Waiting for me to wake up from the dream, it was only the hollow room that was seen, grandmother goes to buy vegetables very early, the grandfather punishes that vegetable plot not sprouting yet fast of his. It is the deepest memory of my childhood to be lonely, lonely. Every day’s life can only be described with dull, boring, dull and such a worded. Rice cooked rice in soak, salted vegetables, for I for breakfast at childhood. Just there is a boiled egg in the half a morning, however, I dislike eating the boiled egg innately, very disagreeable!
At last, one day, I could not stood again. That day, it is raining, it is the arithmetic problem that the parents left me before leaving on the small blackboard, they, very difficult, there is no money to send me to the kindergarten. Only in this way teach me, I that this is have been already more than three years old. Finish question, I lonely, rain, I go out, play, and child of neighbour’s used to, play with outside person either. I am lonely. I have cried, do not know why, it is really too lonely perhaps. I throw away one courtyard egg skin, deduct, break to pieces, throw away into the courtyard albumen, nobody cut I, I cry, throw away, egg yolk throw away a courtyard, and has been drenched by the rainwater too, just like faint yellow small flowers.
One large electronic organ move into house, than bring, come back from Xinjiang best and many, that is the real electronic organ. It was they that bought from a colleague’s hand, I am very happy, I do not mind whether it is new, I do not mind how much its value is, I know, later, I will not be more lonely.
Parents find me an electronic organ class, I have begun my virgin career of musical instrument. Knowledge stave difficult, I suffer to fight for this, mother is taking me, carrying the musical instrument to teacher’s home to go to class, go by bike on the road, nearly more than one hour, I have taken and fallen asleep after the car quickly, we reach teacher’s home. Very bitter, I know. HTML clipboardflowershowGradually, I come to like those black-and-white clearly demarcated elves, I can play simple melodies, have these, lonely to seem not to pester me no longer, however, I am really afraid of playing the musical instrument, because play kind, mother can play I am very painful.