Reluctantly, I was called out to a scenic spot near my home for half a day, and it was particularly ridiculous to find that there was a charge for feeding ducks and geese inside. I remember that when I was a child, my family had a lot of geese, chickens and ducks, and feeding them every day was one of the things I was particularly depressed about.
After so many years, seeing these geese again reminds me of some interesting things when I was a child...
Probably in the fourth grade of elementary school, the teacher asked me to write a diary, write every day, do not remember what I wrote, it is estimated that it is some irrelevant family life accounts. But at that time, there was a boy in the village, a few years older than me, and the second and third grades of the junior high school in college were the first time of love. He was a little interested in me, coming to my house to play with me as soon as he had time, and always peeking into my diary. In order to prevent him from peeking, I really looked around the house for a place to hide my diary, and finally let me find a place that was absolutely unexpected.
At that time, the big goose in the family was hatching the little goose, and the nest of the hatched goose was set up next to the fire behind my stove, which was warm. At first I was quite afraid of the big goose, when I was a child, I was pecked by the goose, a big piece of purple, it hurt for a long time, I have been palpitating, I am far away from them, especially the goose that hatches the egg, the sense of prevention is particularly strong, at the beginning I was afraid of it every time I went to the fire, it was indeed fierce to me, fortunately, it was good for a long time.
One day I suddenly had a stroke of genius and found that it was a wonderful place to keep a diary, and there was no place more suitable than it. So I really stuffed the diary under the goose belly, and it didn't react at all, probably already thinking of me as its own, hahahahaha. From then on, I no longer worried about my diary being peeked at, and the big boy looked for it several times and couldn't find it, and never looked for me again!
Another time, the chopped goose eating dishes accidentally cut their hands, and the strength was greater, and the piece of meat had to be chopped off. At that time, my father was working on the opposite door, and I ran to my father, covered my bleeding hands and cried desperately, crying so much that it was called a pear blossom with rain, miserable and miserable. Crying until my third uncle couldn't see it and yelled at me, I was so frightened that I didn't dare to cry loudly again, but my heart was very unconvinced. My dad took me home to treat the wounds, and I remember the wounds he bandaged me on the side where the matchbox could rub out the fire, and mom and dad always had some weird treatments...
Once during the Spring Festival, my parents took my brother to go to relatives and did not return at night (because I did not want to go), I slept alone with two newly hatched geese; once I let the geese play and lost a group of geese, and the mother looked for a long time to find it at night, and almost broke my leg...