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? Because I have never been to kindergarten, I especially cherish the collective life. Listen carefully and get along well with your classmates.

Familiar stranger -2. Go back to your hometown

? Because I have never been to kindergarten, I especially cherish the collective life. Listen carefully and get along well with your classmates.

Familiar stranger -2. Go back to your hometown

? Because I have never been to kindergarten, I especially cherish the collective life. Listen carefully and get along well with your classmates.

? At the end of February, about 1976/kloc-0, my mother said that my father would take my sister and me back to my hometown in Dalian until after the Spring Festival.

"I'm not going! I want to go to school! "

? My answer is simple. My mother tried all kinds of reasons, but she still couldn't convince me. Finally angry, said:

"If you don't follow, be careful that Dad lost your sister!"

? I have to go now! We can't live without our sister!

? My mother sewed brand-new cotton-padded clothes and trousers for my sister and me, plus a pair of cotton shoes with plastic soles and a "snow hat". So we followed our father on the green leather train to Beijing.

? In addition to buying food for us, father basically ignored us and sat by himself. I tell stories to my sister, play with her and go to the bathroom with her. Before long, I played with my neighbors, and the long time on the train seemed to pass faster.

? After Guiyang, the weather is getting colder and colder. When we entered Hunan, the branches and eaves were covered with ice. At night, my father always covers my sister and me with his military coat.

? The train stopped in Changsha, and my father told me to look after my sister and get off to buy sugar oranges. I looked out of the window, and hundreds of big men tried their best to squeeze into a room. From time to time, someone shouted with a paper bag to squeeze out, and the crowd dispersed and immediately swarmed.

"Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo I looked back, damn it! No sign of my father! I patted the window and shouted:

"Stop the car! Please stop the car! My father hasn't come up yet! Please stop the car! Stop the car! "

? What time does the train stop? I am anxious and don't know what to do. My neighbors are also worried about me. Suddenly, I saw my father carrying two paper bags, carefully squeezing from the aisle of the next car, and I couldn't help clapping my hands and jumping up:

"My father is here ..." Everyone was relieved!

"Ah! You are really powerful! We can't even squeeze in! "

? Listening to my neighbor's uncle praise my father, I am really a little proud! Sugar orange is really delicious, cool and sweet, as if seeping into my heart.

? The terminal "Beijing Train" has arrived. At first, my father wanted to put my luggage at the railway station and take my sister and me to Tiananmen Square. The consignment station was closed, and a large group of people with regrets gathered at the door. And our luggage is two "recliners" made by my father himself. It's made of solid wood and it's heavy. How can we take it to Tiananmen Square? Father found a seat and said that he couldn't get on the train to Dalian until dark. And we have long been attracted by the escalator going up and down, and we can't wait to rush over and play with other children: either run down the escalator; Or run desperately up the descending elevator ... I finally got on the train and fell asleep as soon as I sat down. ...

? I was woken up in a daze and saw several adults, some helping with things, and some carrying my sister and me out! It was snowing heavily outside, and the snow on the road didn't reach their knees. Every step was difficult, the snow crunched under my feet and I fell asleep again.

? Every morning, grandma always shovels the late falling snow to both sides and piles it into a thick snow wall, much like "tunnel warfare". The ice under the eaves is almost inserted into the snow below! The water in the water tank is frozen, so you have to use a chisel and hammer to get water. The world of ice and snow in Lushunkou is completely a big ice bank, and it's-20 degrees Celsius' cold! Although the heatable adobe sleeping platform at home is on fire, I still can't feel a trace of heat sitting on it. Only the heat emitted by the dark iron pipe of the supply and marketing cooperative can make me feel warm.

? I once visited my relatives, and I walked a long way ... My cousin Li Rong kept crying, saying that her hands were frozen stiff and her father dragged her behind. I am cold, too. I dare not say. I just run with the boys. The wind cuts my nose, eyes and eyebrows like a knife ... my face is numb and my brain is blank. I only know to run faster and enter the house early ... When I arrived at my relatives' house, Li Rong held out a pair of small hands, which were swollen like steamed buns, and Qing Wu was still somewhat transparent. ...

? Neighbors are curious about the two Kunming people in grandma's house. They always come to inquire about this and that. Whenever we speak our standard Kunming dialect, it will make them laugh. ...

? A week or two of fresh energy soon passed and I wanted to go to school. Every morning, I follow my cousin to school and watch her walk into the school gate with envy. I went home alone and sat at the small square table on the kang. According to the teacher's usual requirements, I learned Chinese characters, read the text and counted them. Even the part that I didn't learn later is self-taught. Father doesn't know where to go. My sister runs outside with my cousins all day ... I miss home, millet porridge doesn't suit me, mutton jiaozi has a fishy smell, and it's hard to swallow ... Fortunately, grandma has Dalian apples for me to eat, and I basically rely on fruit to raise it. ...

? That day, somehow, I had a high fever and couldn't return. They took me to the hospital. The first time I was hospitalized, I was full of curiosity, and I didn't feel any pain after a shot. Nurses like me because it's interesting for me to talk ... I like the food in the hospital: white rice porridge and steamed bread, with some halogen rot and pickles, to make the taste of Kunming come alive! Even my sister comes to eat my "sick meal" every day. Grandma in the same ward doesn't eat anything, and her daughter often gives us a share. The hospital is warm. I heard there is heating. About a week or so, I was discharged from the hospital and was in good condition.

? One morning, I was fascinated by it when my cousin crept up behind me, pushed me onto the kang and rode on my back as a horse! I resisted desperately and threw him from the heatable adobe sleeping platform to the ground! My cousin burst into tears. My father fell from the sky and beat me up without asking questions indiscriminately. I was so wronged that I burst into tears. Fortunately, my aunt protected me, and my father stopped. I ran to one side and wrote to my mother in tears. I folded the letter and gave it to menstruation, asking her to send it to my mother for me. Probably the letter was so pitiful that my father packed up early and took us home.

? It is the first time to go to Shanghai by boat from Dalian. The cabin is small with two bunk beds. I took my sister around the boat and ran to the deck. The staff said it was dangerous and forced us to go to the restaurant to watch a movie. My sister got seasick and threw up badly.

? My father's good friend Uncle Hu came to meet us at the dock. Uncle Hu is particularly amiable. He showed us "17-story skyscraper", and I counted it with my neck upturned. It's really 17 floor, which is why the house is so high! He took us around Huangpu River and ate a lot of delicious food. They disappeared while visiting the process of "making Shanghai sugar" Originally I wanted to find them, but then I thought, I should stand where I am and wait for them to come to me. I kept looking at mine, and after half an hour, they finally found me. My sister also lost it twice, but fortunately she found it in time and didn't fall far.

? Want to buy Shanghai sugar, that's a chore! See dad and uncle Hu crowded into the crowd again and again, and were squeezed out by the people inside again and again! The crowd went in and out, and my father finally gave up. Uncle Hu came back dejectedly. The image left by Shanghai is orange.

? When I got home, my mother felt sorry for not buying Shanghai candy, because that was the expectation of many families! My mother also said that my father hasn't seen my grandfather for ten years, and we have made an appointment to meet during the Spring Festival. Together with my two granddaughters, my sister and I, they are all far away in Kunming. The next day, I took the final exam of the first semester of senior one. I got 75 points in the Chinese exam, and five application questions were not in the right format, so I deducted 25 points. Teacher Yue, who has always been strict, told her mother that she didn't go to school for a month and a half, so she could take this test, which seems to be the material for studying together!

? A few months later, news came from my hometown that my grandfather had passed away. I feel a little guilty in my heart, and I always feel that my willfulness makes my father unable to see my grandfather. My father sent money to my grandmother every month, and I couldn't help it until my grandmother died at the age of ninety.

? Going back to my hometown is the only close contact with my father in my memory. In the future, either my father is on a business trip or I am studying and starting a business outside. It was not until my father retired from Shanghai and returned to Kunming at the age of 70 that he often met. My father keeps his schedule and hardly associates with anyone except my mother. Every time we go home, my father just watches TV alone for less than half an hour, so he must kick us out:

"Let's go! Where can I say so much? "

? We are also used to such a hurry. There is always a distance between us and our father, and we can't get close. He has the initiative, and you can't help it.

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