Our family's dinner is usually around 6 o'clock, is dark, and today is not black and eat.
Today's dinner is rice, small cabbage, cakes and sugar cakes, actual, sugar cakes don't have much sugar, there is only one-half of the area of sugar, I will pick up a sugar cake, eat, pie giving mom Eat, I like to eat small cabbage, my father likes to eat cakes, my mother likes to eat, because my mother is sloppy, cook which person's taste is suitable. Dinner is generally eaten, and I can't eat less, I have to eat less, and I am hungry.
Winter morning. The song of the rooster woke me from the dream, I quickly got the quilt, but it turned in, because it was cold. But I still quickly put the cool clothes on my body, I opened the door: the land is all white, the branches are also white, I sprayed two white fogs from the nostrils.
The sun is not like the sun in the summer, but the milk is yellow, I am going to the playground in the direction of the sun.
The face was frozen, I used my hand, I started running on the playground, and the life of a day begins like this. 1985, 11, 16
