At the time sky is always in my eyes blue tile blue tile, white clouds is surprisingly, like a cotton bud cotton fields accidentally flew up into the sky. In the cold winter, when the morning sun shines on the west wall under the time and I always sit in a corner with a small partner niu under study. Golden sun on our childlike face, who fell Zhang thoughtfully, on the locust tree fell on the tall, warm and bright. Reciting echoed in the school yard, often attracted some of the villagers standing in the doorway watching, cast envious eyes, or pleased. Whenever this time, I can always find the one in which the grandfather carrying a black cloth coat stood in one younger brother, and proud face with a kind smile, so they quickly bowed our heads, began to read more seriously books.
In contrast, after school time is always better. Niu I always worked hard in their own yard, play jump sandbags, or playing stones. Brother and sister on the side along with booing, laughing noises come and go, prompting a small brown dog also followed the family to run around, pulling the mouth from time to time the Kujiao, licking the little hands, and eventually attracted several more blame had to lay boring under the door, hung his head like to do alone, if some slight noise outside the door came, so did the momentum of the bark for several more, try to do their part. Often this time, Grandpa will move in the armchair before the child sitting in the cave, while inhaling pipe down, looked at us while he kept the music, sometimes twice on cough. Peak to the number of her mother, giving her two long braids, she always was busy in another cave for cooking, pull boxes lookout rushing sound, so that the smoke gently wafting windows, and graceful with the drifting went above the cave. The cave is always covered with the top of jujube trees, autumn, when the wind blows, a few ripe jujube fell in the yard, red, agate-like likable, like picking up children eat, the taste of that sweet and sour to eat a hundred tire.
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