Just a composition, the most memorable thing during the summer vacation

The most unforgettable thing

What a long-lasting memory. I remember that when I was in elementary school, my teacher would read my essay as a model essay, and I felt the same way. Now I think back to that time when I was reading. There were some stories during that time, and when I think about it now, it’s really true.

When we first started learning to write essays, the teacher asked us to keep a diary, and we had to write one article every day. At that time, we had not learned a few phrases. , just learned not only... but also... to make sentences, and writing diaries was a difficult homework for us at that time. At that time, the teacher would use three levels to evaluate our compositions and diaries: average, good! Excellent ! Now think about it, the diaries at that time were all about big talk. In order to get that "excellent", I would always write about pigs going to the fields to eat wheat, or people pushing carts to help push them, etc. Pigs often eat the wheat before it grows (the season has not yet come, so it was spring when I wrote it). After finishing writing, there are often a few finishing touches at the end of the article: "At this time I saw my chest." The red scarf in front of me was fluttering. "I saw the five-star red flag rising slowly." I saw Lei Feng smiling at me. "Can I see Lei Feng smiling at me? Why didn't I feel scared at the time? Now I think of Lei Feng smiling at me, and my goosebumps are... It fell all over the floor. Once the rope for drying clothes at home was broken, and my mother used my red scarf to connect the two ends in the middle. I didn’t take it with me for several days. Of course, this does not prevent the ending of each diary from being written. I saw the red scarf floating on my chest. I also changed teachers many times: Excellent! Here.

Once, I went to an essay competition on behalf of the class. I thought about the topic for a long time, and I thought it must be the one that impressed me the most. One thing I wrote about at that time was a true incident, that is, my big sow ate the steamed buns made by my mother during the fermentation process. My mother was still very strict with my brother and me at that time, and she would often Beat me. Sometimes when my mother is doing something and you annoy her, she will throw whatever she has in her hands at you or hit you. So when my mother is chopping vegetables, my brother and I usually don’t dare to get too close. .My mother’s reaction at that time really impressed me. Maybe my essay about telling the truth was rejected in the end. This is really the most unforgettable thing.

Generally in our rural areas, my parents went to the fields at that time. Working is very hard. When my brother and I were very young, one of us was working on the stove, and the other was adding materials to the stove and started cooking. So now, my brother and I have a very good relationship. We have a tacit understanding of cooperation since childhood. Sometimes the adults would beat us if we didn't obey after a busy day. It was summer vacation, and generally the weather was best for making steamed buns. In my hometown, people made their own steamed buns at that time, using an "old noodle" style. It is yeast. Mix the flour together to make steamed buns. Then let them ferment at room temperature, and then steam them in a steamer. Because the process is very complicated, it is generally not easy to make at home, so eating it once feels like a festival. Same. That day, my mother got up early and made a lot of steamed buns. They were arranged neatly in a big dustpan, which was very beautiful. There was a white fine gauze cloth under the dustpan, and a layer of fine gauze cloth on top. Above the water tank, each of our households has a large water storage tank, which is mainly used to store water for drinking. The diameter ranges from 1 meter to 1.2 meters. My brother and I looked at it. At first, my brother and I took turns to sit in it. There, nothing happened. (Actually, I didn’t think about it at the time. It was precisely because I was sitting there that nothing happened.) So the two of them ran away to play. Behind my house is a large bamboo forest, and there are people there. We were swinging in the bamboo forest when there was a "bang" sound. My brother and I were so scared that we ran into the house and saw that the big sow who had a higher status than us at home was eating happily with her huge belly. She was about to die at that time. It’s time to give birth to piglets, and the originally tall pig’s body looks stronger. The sow at home has been the God of Wealth for several years. She gives birth to piglets twice a year, and she supports the main economy. Sometimes our school fees are all covered. He had to ask for it, so it was my brother's top priority to serve him four meals a day, breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snacks. I was mainly responsible for the cleaning work at home. My brother and I kicked it with all our strength. He held the sow and pulled it out by the tail with both hands. Unfortunately, the big sow was too bulky and it only thought we were tickling it. My brother quickly took the guy and beat it away. The sow kept looking back while walking. The willingness, the reluctance, and the greed. At that time, my brother and I really wanted to peel it off, but we just didn’t have the strength. Look at the mess at our feet, and the cute and tender 16 steamed buns in the morning. There were two left that were intact. They had disappeared for a while, and there were still a few that were badly fucked by the pigs. I suddenly started to sweat, probably not from the heat, but from fear. My brother and I finished cleaning up. At the end of the game, I found a sow and spanked her big butts hard.

We both sat down and didn't dare to move. Finally, my brother said, "Let's go clean the bamboo garden." That was my mother's order. We have been working on it for a long time, but we have not done it because it is a big project with too many branches and fallen leaves. It was difficult for us to complete it with just the two of us at that time, so we have not done it. We have been doing this in silence all afternoon. I was cleaning the bamboo garden, sorting the branches into piles, and sweeping the fallen leaves into piles without saying a word. I was much more serious than those comrades who worked on the Chongqing Rainbow Bridge. At that time, I didn't know that there was "please bear the burden of sin". If I know that I have the heart to tie branches on my back, and then cook, when my mother comes back, my brother drags a washing board and I walk to my mother. If we do something wrong, sometimes we will kneel on the washboard. , it doesn’t happen often. Think about it, my brother was really smart at that time. He made a "negative apology". He first talked about Qingzhuyuan, and finally talked about the steamed buns in mosquito language. Maybe we were exhausted. , I was relieved when I saw my mother. Mom is my mother. Seeing that the two of us have done so many things smoothly, we must have done our best to atone for our sins. Of course, we also saw the washboard, and my mother said, "Okay, it's (The pig mother) is also about to give birth, so let’s treat it as a delicious meal. Next time, don’t go around and have fun.” That night, all my brothers slept very, very sweetly.