I went to buy rice at the school

Uncle's home, my childhood joy, it is a simple and beautiful, plain and extraordinary small village. Time flies, but then passed away for decades. However, every moment I spent there has never been far away from me, let me dream, can not forget.
    Memory, the village has a lot of mountains, rolling, is a typical southern hills and terrain. One of the more a range of mountains, slender neck, thick wings, the mountain actually grow into a goose-shaped wings. Therefore, the old legend, this is the demise of the celestial sentient beings in the sky, so the name of the village to the mountain, called Xian goose village.
    From the age of 5, I went to buy rice at the school in Shimbashi with my mother. Shimbashi is the township of a larger market town, about a dozen or so from the school. Not only did the public supply and marketing stores, grain stores, post offices, or farmers in the village to set a scheduled place to go on the market that day, farmers happily placed their own production of agricultural products sold and daily necessities, while drinking, while Bargain with buyers, bustling, busy. There were no weekends, only Sunday. That day, the day also Meng Meng, my mother was a lump sum bought rice, holding me starting from the school. Because I was young, mother's big step, and soon tired I get out of breath. Really arrived at the grain shop, God ashamed gradually lighten up, take a break, my mother refused to attend the ten-li mountain tired, bought rice, turned around and took me on the rice set foot to my uncle's home.
    To the uncle's home there are still a few miles of the mountain road, may be to see my uncle's sake, my mother was feeling very good, but also take into account the side of me, while talking about the story, while calling me attention to the foot of the stone, for fear that I tripped. Mountain is not high, the growth of the hills with dense pine and bamboo, lush. Occasionally there are a few unknown birds flying flutter. From time to time there are several low, bushy chaos graves. Now ghost story of adults from my little brain constantly emerge. A mountain breeze blowing, the leaves rushing, so nervous that I was nervous scared, for fear of grave suddenly drilled inside the ghost, involuntarily tightly grasp the mother's hand. Go far, but also anxiously looked back just passing places.
     Turn over a few hills, you can see my uncle home, it is a building earth-green house, warm in summer and cool in winter. Around the room with many trees grow, it is said that there are fifty, a hundred years of history, a camphor tree, Da Guihua tree, big chicken wing wood, and Maple, saponins tree, jujube tree, white fruit tree, pomegranate tree Wait.
My mom first went to the uncle's home neighbor uncle uncle home to go in a circle, uncle uncle live in the east, uncle live in the west, only separated by a wall in between. Uncle uncle is the mother's uncle relatives, my mother is a cousin, almost age, playing together from an early age, good relations. After greeting a few words, back to the uncle's side. My mother is thirteen years older than my uncle, because my grandfather and grandmother died too soon, and my mom and uncle were both dependent on each other. My mom was both a mother and a dad, trying hard to pull her uncle apart. Soon, my mother put the old house clean up again, and then called uncle in front of thousands urged to ask million, uncle peck at the side like a smile with his nod, my mother's uncle is not afraid to violate the usual example. Chennai sibling symmetric feeling relatives, blood thicker than the sentiment when the water is thicker. Uncle read a lot of books, especially the text of the public books there are several can go back. Practicing a good hand, write a good article, wonderful pen flower, can be regarded as a scholar in the township, and later really in the village became a teacher. As usual, he upstairs practice characters, the old house upstairs to climb the stairs, generally do not allow me to go upstairs. Uncle hold their breath breath hold the wrist, very serious look, I do not understand, looked for a while, I feel very boring, noisy to go on.
    It was getting late, eating dinner, going back to school, uncle and mom reluctant to say goodbye, my uncle stroked my head, and then took me over his head and played with me for a while. Really want to break up, I saw my uncle do not open his face, his eyes red.
    Later, my uncle got married.
    That day, my father came back from Changsha. Because of the working relationship, father and mother separated from each other.
    That day, the uncle kill pig slaughtered chicken net fish, beaming, uncle is the master palm ladle. additional hints | check out this site | you can try this out | check out the post right here | browse this site | Read More Here | this | our website | have a peek at this site