Dear little sister, how long will you have to escape? (1) Mr. Lu Xun said: A true warrior dares to face a bleak life! We, the masses, face the disturbances of the red dust world

Dear little sister, how long do you have to escape? （1）

Mr. Lu Xun said: A true warrior, dare to face a bleak life!

All sentient beings, we the general public, in the face of the disturbances of the red dust world, the dog blood in life, love, marriage, child education, etc., all these various difficulties, unsatisfactory, even if you do not want to face, but you have no way to escape except to face it, and you cannot hide. The more you escape the difficulties, the more, just like an apple, when it is still tender and juicy, find a way to keep it, once it is eaten, or there are small spots, there is a little bit of ulceration, it is decisive and timely to start, peel and cut into pieces, make apple plates, mix into apple salad, apple pie... It is still the fulfillment of yourself as a flat fruit that brings you values and missions. This is a positive attitude towards people, things, and life. If the apple is allowed to develop, it will slowly fester, grow hair, grow maggots, and become a bad water. So little sister, even if you have more pain for life and marriage, no matter how much dissatisfaction, no matter how helpless, what you can do now is to face all this dog blood yourself, don't run away anymore!!

My little sister is two years younger than me, when I was a child, I often played with my little friends, and I lived in my little friend's house at night, and my impression of my little sister was not too deep. When I was in junior high school, because I was repeating grades in the second grade, I wanted to stabilize my grades in the third grade of junior high school and fight for the county normal school. Just go to and from school with the little sister and live in the school. I was weak and couldn't move her on a bike. The little sister is physically strong and energetic, and she rides her bicycle to and from school every week. The little sister with a cold and fever was like a little adult, leading me to the doctor. Because of my weak health, I think about more things in my heart, cry whenever I am sick, afraid of delaying my studies, afraid that I will not live long. Little sister always advised me: "Sister, don't be afraid, it's all right!" Break the jar and boil a cypress basket! "I'll also give me a testimony to the people around me." At that time, the little sister was positive and optimistic, her academic performance was good, and she did not come out of the top three in the class. Compared with the top ten or so in the class who studied hard and practiced hard, I was simply a god-like being. Other students went to cook, and I had to study in the class for half an hour if I didn't go, so I took the meal ticket to get the steamed buns, and the tea pots were made into steamed buns, and she did it all for her. At that time, because the old and other classmates grabbed steamed buns and grabbed water, the little sister also had resentment and complained about me: "After school, how much can I learn, if I don't grab it every day, you won't be able to eat a meal." "The farm is busy in the busy season, the summer vacation is doing farm work, the little sister is busy doing it for me, she does the work alone, more than twice as much as mine, what heavy work is rushed to do, afraid that I am tired, heartache I am weak." Cooking at home, little sister every day and hair noodles, steamed buns, only let me use the noodle press machine to press the noodles, see I am tired face like a big red cloth, she always comes over, pick up the thick noodles, put away the purring and shaking quickly, directly the noodles thinned, only to stop.

At that time, there was an apple orchard in the family, and my mother would plant melons in the orchard, all kinds of small melons, and the little sister could all be named. She was smart and naughty, her mother was carefully accustomed to it, there was a good-grown, ripe melon, and her mother would not let it out, next to the melon, inserted a small branch, saying to keep it as a melon seed. I was honest, I didn't dare to eat the melon that my mother had planted in the branches, I felt that it was for planting and could not move. The little sister did not listen, sent lunch, and her mother took a nap in the orchard. The little sister called me to find a ripe melon to eat, and the melon that had just grown ripe would have a slight melon aroma under the direct light of the summer sun. The little sister sucked on her nose, like a gluttonous kitten and puppy. Look in the melon field. If she couldn't find it, she would pick up the big melons one by one and sniff the melons with her nose until she found them.

When my mother found out, she would argue: "Little Nizi, you are a tiger head nizi, and you have eaten the melon seeds I left behind!" Don't keep the seeds, I see you eat turtles next year! ”

The little sister is not angry, spitting out her tongue, and laughing narrowly, there is pride and happiness in that smile. In order to keep the melon seeds, my mother tried to find a way to bury the fast-ripening melon shallow in the soil, afraid of not finding it, so she covered a handful of hay on top of the soil where the melon was buried. This is also difficult to the little sister, can not find melon, can smell the melon, she is like a hungry dog 🐶, back and forth in the melon field and looking, and finally found her mother's secret under the hay. The little sister's dragged melon will introduce to me one by one, this is "red to the edge", "green to the edge", "swan egg", "toad crisp"... I still remember the melon at that time, it was really sweet to the bone, full of sweet and fragrant. So that when I grew up, I never bought melons, and the ripening did not taste like melons. Wait for the melon to go down, and before the school starts, the early ripening apples will be eaten. There are businessmen who collect apples who drive to the orchard to collect them. They hold the grading board, divided into four grades, how many centimeters to give what price, not sloppy at all. Big fruits are good for the price, and small fruits will be cheaper. My mother always said to our sisters, "Eat apples, don't drag the big ones, eat the small ones and eat the bad ones, they can't sell for a price!" When it was cool under the apple tree, the little sister said to me: "Sister, don't listen to our mother, fertilize the apple tree, pollinate, spray, water, we are tired and half dead, the good ones are let the family eat, let us eat the small miles and eat the bad miles, no matter what!" Sister, you see this tree, which apple is bigger? Which apple is red, I'll drag it, and we'll eat it. "I work slowly, eat and eat apples slowly, often the little sister eats two apples, and I haven't finished eating one." I said, "Sister, you eat fast!" You see, I haven't finished eating this one yet. The little sister will laugh and say, "Sister, you eat slowly, you work fast!" (Teasing me too slow to work) "At that time, the little sister was smart, intelligent, energetic, smart and capable in our village, and the ghost ideas were many little girls."