South China Sea Myth

My mother was very smart and eloquent, but she was too lazy and slow to do housework like a snail. For example, if she has a stove, it takes her half a day to find firewood, and when she finds firewood, she goes to find matches, and she has to draw more than a dozen fires to light the firewood and paper in the stove. Immediately, the fire in the stove burned not too much, but it took a meal, and the fire was always not very large, and the smoke was endless, and it was impossible to get out of the house. The smoke and the mother were so anxious that the room was only swirling. I came home and saw the stove she had made, and the flames were listless as if she hadn't woken up. The water in which the rice is cooked is just steaming. My stomach was growling with hunger. The bell for class was about to ring, and I was so anxious that I began to complain to my mother: I was late yesterday, and the teacher asked me to stand on the side of the lecture for half a class. As for my mother, it's either that the coal is bad and can't burn, or that the weather is bad and windy. I was so angry that I scolded my mother: "Niangniang!" (stupid mother).

Mom said, "You stupid thing is really bad."

While scolding, my mother stretched out her hand to hit me on the head, and I covered my head and ran into the backyard, scolding my mother while running. In the same house lived Dr. Yang, his beautiful wife, Aunt Yang, who was often scolded by her husband because she gave birth to four girls and no boys, and was jealous of the family with sons. I scolded passing by her kitchen while running, and when I met her washing vegetables, she praised me with a smile: Shi Xiaolin, you scolded well, reward you with a fruit candy.

When I heard this, I became vigilant and took advantage of me as a fool. I stopped scolding my mother, turned around and went home. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a crooked cloth hat came to the door, and he said, "Do you need to sharpen knives and axes?"

The mother will - gave the axe to the man. It was a good axe, but my dad used it for carpentry, and it was used and given to my mom. The man drew a circle with chalk in front of my house. I remember, someone said that there was a liar who did just that. My mom asked me to follow the guy and see where his shop was. I followed for a while, watching the man go in and out of the west. I concluded it was a liar. Originally, I could have asked for the axe back, and I just said that my family didn't agree to grinding, so I could do it. However, I wanted to take revenge on my mother, so I returned home empty-handed.

Mom asked: Where does that person live?

I said, "There were so many people on the street, and he disappeared in a flash."

Hey, don't think I'm stupid, sometimes lying seems like it's true. After a long time, the man left and did not come, and I told my mother: This man has cheated a lot of axes, I know that he is a liar, you have been fooled. Mother asked: Why didn't you say it earlier. My answer was very simple: you don't cook on time every day, and you will be cheated once. The mother was so angry that she said: Silly son, you helped the liar to deceive your mother, did you say that you were surprisingly stupid.

My reputation was famous, my classmates shouted at school, and my neighbors shouted at home. The shouting made my heart panic, and I found solace in mythological stories. I heard my neighbor, Mrs. Chen, talk about myths, and I listened to it. My uncle from the countryside came, and I couldn't pay attention to it. When I hear the joy, I sometimes laugh vigorously, and I sometimes cry quietly. Once, I listened to the mythological stories in "Fengshen Bang" and was fascinated, and my uncle said to my mother: Sister, it seems that Shi Xiaolin is a little stupid. My mother asked me to sweep the floor, and I thought about Cheng biting gold while sweeping, and the scum was still as stable as Mount Tai on the ground.

My uncle said I was stupid, and I thought it made sense. When I was a child, I went to the countryside to play, and I liked my uncle's cow very much. When I was 6 years old, I heard a myth about a scalper laying golden eggs, and I went to pull the tail of the scalper, look at the scalper's asshole, and want to see if the scalper can lay golden eggs. As a result, a hoof flew up by a scalper, and the landing point was my stomach, and I was bounced far away like a spring. I lay on the ground crying wolf, and my uncle gave me a hard lesson with two whips, which was a breath for me.

school, classmates said I was stupid. People's self-esteem has been hurt, and I can't hold my head up every day. At that time, I liked to read mythology books every day when I came home from school, and I started when others ridiculed me for being a mythological fool. At home, the neighbor children said that I was stupid, and I closed the door at the school, and I didn't go there, so as not to be embarrassed by others. I want to find the ideal world in the myth books. At that time, I liked to read the story of "Snow White" and also liked to read the comic book of "Journey to the West". Of course, my Chinese grades have also improved greatly, and my composition has become a big challenge in the class, and the teacher often uses my composition as a model essay to teach my classmates.

Finally, some classmates said: I can't see it, he looks a little stupid, but in fact, he is quite smart in reading. My parents never tutored me in my studies, because my father, who was a teacher, was busy with meetings all day long and rarely came home. Mother has to take care of several younger siblings, but she can't take care of them. It's not a good thing to read a book. When I took a bath, people sat in a large wooden tub. Books are placed on a small bench and read while washing, so that the bath time is very long. I wash in the kitchen, and the family wants to go into the kitchen, but they keep urging: come out quickly, wash quickly.

I ignored it, reading the book vigorously, laughing when I saw the happy part, and crying vigorously when I saw the sad part. In the book, I became the protagonist for a while, and I exchanged feelings with the characters in the book for a while. In order to read books, whoever has a book, I will borrow it, and then I will read a novel in two days, and I will take the initiative to wrap it in newspaper when I return the book. The person who lent me a book was very happy and offered to lend me a book next time. I heard that labor can make people smarter, so I began to take the initiative to participate in some household chores, such as the family's dishes, and I took care of them. As I washed, I chanted the words: wash more, wash quickly, and the more you wash, the wiser you are.

On a hot day, there are so many mosquitoes in the kitchen that you have to catch a handful, mosquitoes are very cunning, and if you don't pay attention, you will slip away with a bite, and your body will itch uncomfortably. So, I kept fighting back with my hands, and on the palms of my hands, the corpses of mosquitoes were sticking to the oil and water, and of course, the speed of the counterattack was too fast, and it was inevitable that the bowl would fall to the ground, or be torn apart, or shattered bones. At that time, because I read a lot of books on mythology and science fiction, I especially liked to imagine that I couldn't get out of bed every morning. Because I love to sleep lazy, I like to lie on the bamboo bed and see the stars in the sky and dream of science fiction. Sometimes I imagine myself getting on a spaceship, flying from one planet to another, and finally going to the moon, and sometimes I imagine myself sitting in a small submarine, starting from the underground water pipe, going to the bottom of the Yangtze River, passing through the Yangtze River, and coming to the sea, and the small submarine ...... into the belly of a big whale

I often think about it for hours and feel like it's delicious. One day, I still remember what I thought about at night, and when I got to school, I still thought about it in my head. I looked at the water-seeping ceiling in the classroom and wondered how it looked a bit like the shape of Hainan Island. When I was on it, my eyes were staring at the ceiling in a daze, and the head teacher, Mr. Wu, shouted a few times but didn't hear it. She said, "Raise your hand, draw a parabola on the blackboard, and like a woodpecker, peck a sore on my head." But I didn't feel any pain at all, and I was still intoxicated by the illusion of roaming the ocean.

There was a student in our school who didn't do well in his studies at first. Later, I got meningitis, although the doctor said that the treatment was good