The arrival of my little nephew has added a lot of fun to my life. Just now, under my care, he reluctantly played with the toys I bought for him. One note after another reminded me of our childhood. It was also an age full of happiness and surprises. Regarding childhood, memories are no longer clear, and what can be remembered are fragmentary memories. The memories of childhood and youth are relatively clear, and we are all playing happily.

I still remember that before I got home, my father had already revealed to us that he wanted to buy a "locomotive" for each of us. What is the "locomotive"? My brother and I were full of expectations and fantasies. My aunt had promised me to take me to see the train when I grew up, but I have never seen what the train looks like. So, what is the "locomotive" mentioned in my father's letter?

We have been looking forward to it for a long time and fantasizing for a long time. We brothers looked at the direction where our father came every day, on the yellow mountain shining with the setting sun, looking forward to our father's return. We remembered the shadow of our father's return home, so we mistakenly thought that every time our father came home, we would be in the same direction every time we went home. When our expectation gradually turned into torture, our father got off from another mountain on a bus, and his father was still energetic, wearing a half-sleeved sleeve and a black head. When my father saw us, he always asked this and that. In short, my father had just returned home and was a kind father. After a while, he became Li Father.

We both pretended to understand and waited for our father to take the initiative to say "locomotive".

My father was indeed very powerful. He took out two items wrapped in plastic paper from the big bag containing a lot of miscellaneous items. We were laughing and laughing, and we were in a happy heart. My mother helped us open the packaging bag, and we looked at the things in the packaging on tiptoe. At that moment, I was full of thought. My father gave us two brand new cotton hats. In my imagination, Yang Zirong should have worn that style of hat, but the one my father gave us was obviously much more fashionable, with two pairs of glasses on it. I remember the next day, our brothers seemed to be the most fashionable elementary school student on the whole mountain to go to school. We wore my father's newly bought cotton coat and my father's newly bought locomotive. When the cold wind bypassed, we immediately put down the glasses on the locomotive. The third in the village laughed mischievously.

In addition to the "Locomotive", my father brought us a lot of fresh things from the city.

On that New Year's Eve, my brother and I each held a "machine gun" and fired in the black night sky. The "machine gun" shone with a colorful halo, embellishing the night sky into a colorful world. The "machine gun" did not make bullets sounds, but a crisp and pleasant music. So we dubbed ourselves, our lips frequently shaking, and repeated sounds. This was probably what we learned in the black and white TV at my uncle's house.

The first time I saw the Terracotta Warriors and Horses was not in the textbook, nor in the SX, but in the yard of my hometown. My father moved the Terracotta Warriors and Horses quietly to his house. We stared at the clay sculptures of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses. My father patiently explained it to us and told us that this is the Terracotta Warriors and Horses. My father has high school culture and naturally learned a lot of knowledge about history, so before I came into contact with the textbook, I already knew about the Terracotta Warriors and Horses in the SX.

After talking about the Terracotta Warriors, it’s time to talk about the excavator. Now that I think about it, I still want to own the excavator. If I can find it back, I will not come to play with it, but treasure it. Unfortunately, the residual shell was finally traded by me to a partner in the same village and replaced it with the bearings on his father’s two tricycles. It was a remote-controlled yellow excavator, which could be operated through remote control. My younger brother and I took turns playing. We would deliberately find a "mountain", reach the excavator's big hand towards the top, then slowly dig the soil, and then move the soil to other places. The excavator completed its mission and made me happy. So he successfully transformed. Under the control of our vicious black hands, he successfully turned into a fool-like machine and disappeared in his childhood.

Seeing my nephew's tender expression, I seemed to see when I was young, but my nephew was much more obedient than when I was young. It is said that when I was young, I not only had a bad temper, but also was very good at pretending to be dead and crying loudly. At that time, I was famous for crying and famous in the whole village. Now, there are still some adults who talk about me when they educated their children. Oh, you are just like the one in the shop when you were young, and you can cry!
Chapter completed!