big playground in front of my house.

Late autumn has passed, the gradual winter, passing through the primary school gate, a group of schoolchildren are hand in hand, eating white snow marshmallow.
So that I can not help but think of my childhood a past.
In that winter, when I entered the air in winter, there were two masters playing cotton bats in the big playground in front of my house. One was a master teacher and the other was a primary apprentice.
They live in their own tents set up, the environment is very simple, every day I get out of school, I will hear them playing cotton tires,  has been stuck for hours.
That year, I, very naughty, also very much like to make some kind children. He, a small apprentice, is one of my children.
That year, the winter is in full swing, I went to school, the evening rose, into a burning red dress, I went to the primary camp tent play, he took out a box of old Jun chess, by setting the sun, we started a friendship Chess game, and he is always very knowledgeable on paper, it seems, is a military adviser, I asked him: "You catch the game so good, how can not find a good job for yourself?" He blurred his eyes, there are A little sad, hold back tears, do not make ends meet. I will not ask, continue to play chess.
The night finally came up, black days, they mentored, cooking in the tents, eat very simple, I do not want to disturb them all day tired, then go home.
Arrived in Hai, I secretly go out, run the primary tent play, and he hid under the quilt bed, I feel very interesting.
In being, we have nothing to talk about, dark bed, as if the dark night sky, through the cracks in the bed, you can see a little bit of stars, that is firefly.
He began to disclose to me his sad memories. As a result, he was very poor in his family. Since he started his career as a teacher, he did not have the skills to play basketball, but he loved to play in the battles.
His age is older than me. I call him Big Brother. Both of us are very speculative. They were accustomed to using their tweeter during the day as a rhythm and a monotonous song.
The pupils in front of the school have faded away, and my meditation slowly floats ashore. Really was willing to see the little apprentice at that moment, and now he has been away from my village for decades. Now see the hands of primary students shaking marshmallow, then contact him vividly remembered him.
"Master, Come on! May the clouds in the sky carry your dreams, play your quilt snowflake, like white clouds, May your life be enriched, no longer affected by the cold winter wind, find you Cotton candy in the heart, live a sweet life!
I turned away and disappeared in the innocent atmosphere of cotton candy. official site | click for more info | try this website | weblink | Resources | Our site | Homepage | visit this page | click now