The uncle in my memory was handsome and handsome. Wearing a gray military uniform, wearing boots, and riding a bay-red horse, he galloped along the ridge, as if a magic soldier fell from the sky. My uncle threw me high into the sky and held me steady.

I caught it on the ground, my mind was suspended, and I felt as refreshed as if I was floating in the clouds.

Then my uncle took out a handful of foreign candies from his pocket. It was the first time in my life that I got to know foreign candies. My uncle peeled off the candy wrappers and stuffed the fat sugar babies into my mouth. I felt saliva flowing under my tongue.

, a hint of wonderful sweetness makes me feel angry.

But I burst into tears because my uncle threw the candy wrapper into the Yellow River, and a rose floated on the turbid river. I like the bright red flowers on the candy wrapper. I feel that the flower is like my mother's cheek. I

I want to wrap the candy wrapper around my mother's hair. Mother will always be so kind in her son's eyes.

I ran and ran along the Yellow River, chasing the lost red color. My father hugged me from behind and said with regret: I can't catch it, kid, let it go.

My uncle blamed himself deeply, as if he had made some big mistake. My father comforted my uncle: Don’t be like a child. My mother took me from my father’s arms, pointed at the waves rolling on the Yellow River, and coaxed me: Nangwa is a good boy.

My child, give the candy wrapper to the carp girl.

I was relieved, the carp girl was my idol. Then I took out a foreign candy, peeled off the candy wrapper, threw the fat candy baby into the river, and watched a group of carps jumping out of the river, chasing the fragrance of the foreign candy.

My uncle stayed at my house. During those days, my uncle and my father kept arguing. My uncle persuaded my father to lead our family out of here and go to Ankang with him, so that we could take care of each other. In fact, my uncle's intention was very clear. He wanted to stay away from home.

In a land full of trouble and chaos, he settled down in a place where no one knew that his father had been a soldier of the Kuomintang. Later facts proved that his uncle's original prediction was extremely correct, and the successive political movements almost brought his father down.

It seems that my mother also helped my uncle to persuade my father. But my father was born with a weak tendon and would not listen to anyone's advice. He said that he was used to the sound of the Yellow River; he said that my grandma was too lonely in her life, and he wanted to be by her side.

; He also said that he didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble to his uncle, and he didn’t want to be a burden to his uncle... The uncle sighed deeply, took out a dozen silver dollars and handed them to his mother, then rode the bay-red horse and disappeared into the mountains.

Gukou.

Dad took the silver dollar that his uncle left behind when he left, and brought back a bullock from the market. From then on, you hunched over, sowing hope, and plowing the years into a deep trench. In the harvest season, I most

I love to see you raise your wooden shovel, with joy on your face, and sprinkle the rice grains into the sky. As the sun sets, a colorful rainbow appears in the clear sky. Mom takes a broom and keeps sweeping away the remaining rice grains on the pile.

Debris and grains fell on mother's head, and mother's head was dotted with golden stars.

Those were golden years, and although the days were bitter, they were full of warmth. In early winter, you loaded a sack full of millet on the back of an ox and drove me to the market on your shoulders. After you sold the millet, you pulled a bag for your mother.

You bought me a pig's trotter for a coat and noodles. I picked up the pig's trotter and gnawed it with relish, but you swallowed the saliva into your stomach and took out the rice flour pancakes baked by your mother to satisfy your hunger.

The songs in my dreams are transformed in the wind, and the fire of love deep in my life shapes my ideals. I always hope that one day, I will hold a handful of heat in my hands and repay my parents. But you said that only contentment can last forever.

Subtly, your character has been cast into my soul. I have to be strong without desire, patiently manage my own acre of heart, and harvest my own share of hope.
Chapter completed!