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Dreams are beautiful. I was born in a small village called blacksmith ditch in northwest Hubei. Standing in the ditch, you can see about half a kilometer of road at the mouth of the ditch and the visual distance of the mouth of the ditch. In addition, this ditch is 2 kilometers long, and there are good villagers scattered. My father was a long-time worker who sneaked out from the landlord’s home to join the army before liberation. After liberation, he married my mother and settled down in the blacksmith ditch. My father works outside, while my mother works in farming. My mother was a special person: she had almost no culture, but she was the storekeeper of the production team during the planned economy period. She is very upright, strict, able to endure hardship, and also has strength, just like a male labourer carrying a lot of food, taking male labourer points. But on our sisterly 5 PCs care. Mother advocates perfection and pursues perfection in her opinion. In her time, she was an iron woman without tenderness, but her clank and iron bone touched me. I always wanted to write about her and read it to her. But this wish hadn’t come true yet. A serious illness took away her thoughts and she would never know me. Facing her, I cried, but she didn’t know for whom. I began to doubt my mother’s life. When she pursued perfection, did her soul suffer great torture? She may be the victim of the times. Mother is also building our children all the time. When I was seven or eight years old, my mother taught me how to cook, told me the cooking process, and then asked my neighbors to help me until I could cook. My sisters were all well-assigned by my mother: I cook, do housework, and look after my younger brother; Besides cutting firewood, my three elder brothers also went to the production team to earn work points when they were busy in farming. My mother came home after the gastrodia elata was lighted out in the morning. The lunch was sent to eat. When I was 13 years old and when I resumed the college entrance examination, my father retired and the living environment in my family improved a lot. I had the honor to read books of my brothers, and also borrowed books from others. Books bring me fun. It seems that my whole life is in books. For this reason, sometimes I cooked a meal and did something wrong, and my mother knew that I would be beaten. I like to write something. In school, no matter which type of question the teacher gives, it can be related to the problem. The article has been a model essay, the article has been on the wall newspaper, and the article has won a prize. Later, because of this hobby, a person ran into my life. He is my husband, a person who plays with words and eats by words, and gains a lot. My mother was very unhappy when she learned about this. She said that my girl didn’t match him. The children of farmers should be practical. Those who wrote and painted couldn’t be used as food and refused him to associate with me. The ditch I lived in became an obstacle. He knew that I loved reading books. He often found out by Yan Ming’s mother before he came to my house with a few books (my father retired and my mother did not keep them in the warehouse), so he hurriedly took me to cut pig grass, he had no choice but to leave without seeing me. Later, it was through my brother to do my mother’s job that I reluctantly agreed to this marriage. But the gap had existed, and I integrated into the society and became a replica of my mother. I also often think, if I don’t live like this, but take the road of literature he hopes, how confident I am and how likely I will succeed? After all, I am just the daughter of a peasant woman. The blood flowing in the blood vessel is stiff, persistent and dutiful. The passionate life was once seen in my imagination, but life does not depend on thinking about it. Many years later, I occasionally had such a dream: he appeared at the mouth of the blacksmith’s ditch with several books in his hands, and he was lost and returned when he didn’t see me.

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