It is not easy to grow up, and you should cherish it.

he took his son out crazy at the weekend. He fell and broke his elbow while chasing the ball.

when he went to my father's house for dinner the next day, he saw the injury on his grandson's elbow and criticized me: "people of your age are not like parents. How can raising children be so rough?" Can't you be more careful? "

I said: "Boys are active, bumps and bumps are inevitable, little boys who are not injured?"

my dad: "he just went out and fell by himself. He went out with you. Can you say you're not responsible?" You still have to take a snack! It's hard enough for the child to stand in front of you. "

I said, "it's not good for a parent to manage too much, so he won't fall next time." If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow? a little wind and rain is also wind and rain, and a small rainbow is also a rainbow. "

my dad: "Why didn't I let you see the weather when you were a child?"

I had intended to symbolically protest for a few more rounds, but after hearing this, I was silent and lost in deep thought.

I am six years old. Or less than six years old.

it was a cold winter. I forgot if I counted nine. It was freezing.

my mother was on duty that Sunday. My father was too lazy to cook and took me to my grandmother's house for dinner. In the afternoon, my mother came to meet me directly after work.

after lunch, my father said graciously, "Let me take you to Ritan Park." In those days, dogs didn't even go to the Sun Temple in winter. I didn't want to go, but my dad took me away.

sure enough, there are few people in the whole park.

there used to be a small artificial lake in the middle of the Ritan, which is strictly speaking a pool. The lake was not completely frozen, but a thin layer of ice formed slightly. I crouched by the lake and used the branches to get enough borneol. After playing for a while, it was a little windy, and my father urged me to go back.

I didn't want to come, but he wanted to bring me here, but now it's a fun time to play, and he wants me to go. How can I readily say yes?

after urging me twice in vain, he threatened me, "if you don't go, I'll go by myself, and you'll go home by yourself for a while!"

I slapped the ice with branches without looking up. So he turned and left.

I was not afraid at all. I knew of course he was just bluffing. He hid behind a tree in the distance and missed the head. I saw him.

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I continued to reach the ice.

there is a piece of ice on the lake a little far away from me, which is particularly beautiful and crystal clear. I like it so much. I want to get it. So I fell into the lake to get it.

the moment I fell into the lake, my mind was clear and I shouted "ah" for help. The moment I fell into the lake, I turned around to catch the shore of the lake. It's instinctive.

when we were young, everyone spent the winter on a suit of hard goods: the outermost was a suit of cotton-padded clothes and trousers, there was a sweater and sweaters in the cotton-padded trousers, and in the sweaters and trousers was long johns, and adults and children looked like a ball when they were far away. Picking up children after school in the nursery is as spectacular as a group of dung beetles rolling shit balls.

I just fell into the lake. Because of the ice, I didn't sink right away. I was only half of myself. But the hard goods inside and outside began to absorb water quickly, and my load increased greatly.

I scratched the rocks by the lake with my hands so as not to drift to the middle of the lake. At the same time, my feet quickly kicked the wall of the pool in an attempt to achieve the effect of flying eaves and walls through high-frequency kicking.

but the cotton-padded shoes I was wearing at that time, the soles of the shoes were plastic and slippery. When I encountered ice on land, the soles could take me far away, which was a great pleasure, but at that time, it became one of the biggest obstacles to my flying eaves and walls.

I didn't have time to be scared or panicked. I just kept repeating "step up a little bit quicker, and then sink quickly." then I finally lost my strength and couldn't hold it any longer. I could do nothing to sink myself. At this time, great fear finally engulfed me, but I had no strength and no choice but to allow myself to sink. The water is not over my neck.

then my foot touched the ground at the bottom of the lake.

I stood firmly in the lake.

in winter, in the cold wind, a child stood quietly in the ice-water mixture, only showing his head, waiting for his physical strength to recover.

not forgetting my original ideal and ambition, I took two steps in the water and took the piece of ice in my hand, and threw it onto the shore. I'm proud of myself. I'm so fucking calm.

about a minute later, I felt that I had regained my strength and began to try to get ashore-this time, instead of pedaling quickly, I climbed up slowly, one step at a time.

the whole process lasted three to five minutes.

when I walked trembling to the tree where my father was hiding, he was smoking behind his back.

on the way home, neither of us spoke.

my cotton-padded clothes and trousers were frozen and hard in the cold wind, as if in armor because my knees were hard to turn, it was hard to take every step, and there was the sound of ice breaking. I have ice skates on my cuffs and trouser legs, and I have a big snot on my face.

I walked to the alley where my grandmother lived, and my father stopped me with his hand.

"Don't tell your grandmother and your mother when you go home."

I looked down at what I looked like at that time. In modern terms, I looked like an Iron Man with rusty joints: arms, straight legs, strong waist, majestic and majestic.

I sniffed my nose and said, "Dad, I can't hide it like this."

I am seven years old.

my father was transferred from the east side to the west side. The family moved first, but the school hasn't changed yet.

get up early, my dad rides his 28 bikes. I sat on the front beam, from Wangfujing through Donghua Gate, through the root of the East Imperial City along the moat, all the way to the west, and finally to the primary school in Lingjing Hutong in Xicheng. Every day.

one day, my father took me to Huangchenggen and stopped.

he looked up at his watch and said to me, "I have to take a shit first."

I'm used to it.

this public toilet is a landmark building, and my father often rides here, so naturally, he starts to summon him to stay and buy road shit. The alarm of his biological clock is often triggered by this public toilet.

after a long time, I sometimes get triggered. That day, I was also triggered.

"Dad, I'll take a dip, too."

my father nodded and locked the car. We walked in.

this public toilet was in good condition in the 1980s, not a large open room, but each squatting position was separated by a concrete board to ensure privacy. The difference is like a big bunk and a small room in a small hotel.

I have a special problem in taking a shit. I like quiet, and I like this kind of toilet best. So I went to the bottom and squatted down.

I heard my father squatting down next door and lighting a cigarette. I relaxed my ass and started working.

after a while, I heard my father wiping next door, then he picked up his pants and went out.

I don't feel finished yet, but in order not to keep my dad waiting outside for a long time, I also started to finish the work.

at this point, I heard a familiar and clear voice. That was the click of my father's bike when it unlocked and bounced open.

sure enough, my father couldn't wait to open the lock, so I quickly rubbed it up.

then there was almost no pause, the sound of kicking, the rolling of the car chain, the sound of getting on the car with a few steps, the sound of rolling sand and gravel of the tire, all in one fell swoop into my ears. And then there was no sound.

I felt something was wrong, so I picked up my pants and ran out.

both my father's bike and my father's bike are gone.

then I chased it decisively.

by the moat, a handsome boy, like a dingo, chased a whoosh bike and shouted, "Dad, wait for me!" In this scene, the people around me must think that the sister piece "Dad Please wait for me", the tear-jerking movie "Mom loves me again", is being filmed.

I caught up with him and grabbed the back shelf with my hand. He stopped askew and turned around to hit someone. As soon as I saw it, I whispered, "Yo!"

when I got to the school gate, I walked in. My father stopped me and said, "Don't tell your mother when you go home."

I am eight years old.

in the third grade, our school was closed for two weeks because of some special events.

I was old enough to stay at home by myself. But because of that special period, my father was afraid that I could not stay at home and it was dangerous to go out and run around, so he took me to work.

I grew so fast that year that I could no longer sit on the crossbeam of his bike. When I went out with him, I sat on the back shelf of his bike. The sitting feeling of the rear shelf is better than that of the crossbeam, comfortable and stable.

my father's work is very close to home. It takes about 15 minutes to get there by bike.

it was early summer. The weather was not hot and the sun was fine. I sat in the back seat and looked around. He was riding his bike and humming Beijing Opera. Both are in a good mood.

at that time, there were no idle people and few cars in the street. He soon rode to the door of the unit and watched my father slow down and prepare to stop. I was thinking about whose child I would meet with him today and planned today's activity.

then my father gave a beautiful spin kick, hum-ha, the right heel accurately kicked on my right cheek, and kicked me off the back shelf.

without the slightest precaution or concern, I fell upside down under the sign of my father's unit. Pious and serious.

the moment he kicked me down, my father never looked back and said, "shit, I forgot to take you with me!" Get out of the car and come back to see me.

I'm sitting on the floor, my elbow bleeding.

I cried and said, "Dad, I might as well stay at home!"

my father said, "isn't it safe for you to stay with your family?" Come on, wipe the blood. " He handed me a piece of toilet paper.

"…"

I pressed my elbow with toilet paper, and my father said, "does it hurt?"

I bravely shook my head.

"Then don't tell your mother when you get home at night."

after the age of eight, I seldom went out with him. I went everywhere by myself. He asked me politely to refuse, and the child who risked his life was in charge early.

my father doesn't know. My mother told me all the things that happened when I was younger and didn't remember that he told my mother to "never tell my son again." Frightened step by step.

"have you heard that in the future, if you take care of the child for refreshments, if you break it, the child will suffer so much that he will be restless all day long and will not look like a father!"

I was pulled back by my father's blame.

I nodded and promised, thinking to myself, "Why do men make it difficult for men?"

it is not easy to grow up, and you can do it and cherish it.