Unforgettable boy night reading

I really like reading in the third grade of elementary school.

Mother is a woman with more open thoughts, and she attaches great importance to my learning. Every night, we use a lamp together. The mother always moves the light to the place near me, and uses scissors to reduce the lamp head. The light will turn on. Essence My mother was afraid that I was exhausted. I repeatedly advised me not to watch it, and watch it tomorrow. But I was reluctant, and begging my mother to let me see it for a while, and my mother answered helplessly.

I remember the first book I read was the "Li Youcai Ban" of Shanxi farmer writer Zhao Shuli, because the content of the writing was very similar to the characters and events of our local rural areas. Some. Yan Jiaxiang in the book, like the cadres of our village, left a very deep impression on me, so far I have not forgotten.

"Ghostly blinking, Yan Jiaxiang, eyelashes, two inches long. Big groke, collapsed nose bridge, saying that the eyelids were busy. Both eyes flickered, and there was a claim in the belly. It is so angry. "The character image depicted by the funny language is really lifelike.

I remember when I was young, once, there were blind people in the village, and my parents went to listen to the book. I read the Song of Youth at home. The oil lamp was on the stove of my head next to my head. After I was tired, I fell asleep. In my sleep, I fell down the oil lamp. With a bang, I was awakened, and when I opened my eyes, I couldn't see everything in the house. I touched it with my hands and touched the oil. I was in a hurry, touched the ground from the cymbal, and it took a lot of effort to touch the match. After litting, the oil lamp fell beside the stove. Fortunately, there was no stove at that time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. I touched the oil light, and actually found that I was not broken, and my heart was a little calm. Just as I was in a hurry, my parents came back. Without waiting for them to speak, I quickly explained the situation, acknowledged the mistakes, waiting to be scolded. But my parents only said a few words to let me pay attention in the future. I know the value of that light kerosene, I feel painful ...

I remember to cook the dumplings on the evening of the fourth day of May of the year. The father went out. The mother was tired for a day. After putting the rice dumplings in the pot, I went to bed and rest. I agreed.

A few days ago, I borrowed a book "Lin Haixueyuan". At first, the firewood in the stove was burned soon, and it almost extinguished the fire. I was troublesome to put a lot of firewood into the stove, and forgot to continue the water into the pot, and then looked at the book.

When I saw Yang Zirong's tongue fighting the small furnace artisan, I suddenly smelled a smell. When I opened the pot, a smoke rushed. Oops! I quickly went to the water, poured the water into the pot, and a thick smoke was raised in the pot. After waiting for a while, I finally calmed down. Next, I touched the dark, continued the water, and put the firewood ... I guess it was almost the same before returning to the room and continued to look at the book.

"Haizi, get up, see the dumplings you cooked last night!"

I got up and followed my mother to the side of the pot. I didn't say a pot of black soup. The rice dumplings were more than half of it. I cooked half a pot of rice. I told my mother honestly last night that my mother knew that I loved reading, but I didn't lie, and I got angry.

Looking back, a little candlelight, a book, a short table, accompanied me through the poor and happy teenager. Today, I have been old, and my reading is my life. It will accompany me for life. (Li Yanghai/Wen)

Source: Shijiazhuang Daily Client

Reporter: Dong Zijing

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