Up to today, the notes played by the cuckoos in the morning, the laughters at noon and the mixed "symphony" by the frogs and the crickets has become the deepest audio memory of my childhood. The fish in the village, useless marinated duck and even the fragrance of rapeseed oil can easily vibrate strings in my heart.

When I was young, I lived in the most eastern dirt house in the village. The kitchen is also on the most eastern side. There were mouse holes everywhere in the house, I usually pour water in them, and stick in a firecracker to explode, hoping to have mice running out of them, but it has never happened.
The roof is layers of layers of woven straw, with tiles on top. After demolishing the old house, the tiles are still on the roof of the new house, this maybe is the only surviving thing from the old house.
The pround and unknowing modern-day people say that that kind of houses are good, warm in the winter and cool in the summer. They wouldn't know that every time it was raining outside, it was raining inside too, grabbing a tub from anywhere to catch the water is such an experience. They wouldn't know that there were mice running around in the house, having one or two snakes coming occasionally wasn't so bad. They wouldn't know that when you were sleeping deeply, ants will crawl up in your ear, and the frightening bite inside will give you the feeling of panic.
Speaking of bad things, except for constantly helping the farmer lives, the extreme lack of materials is also unimaginable for modern people. Our clothes were from our dear neighbors, when their kids are too big, they will pass the clothes onto us, when we were too big, we will pass them onto other kids. Every year, you can only buy a piece of new clothing, that is the special occurrence of new year. The feeling of wearing new clothing is too wonderful. Talking about food, that is an entirely new memory, pork is the most delicious food in the entire world, you could only eat them a few times every year, very regretful that I didn't have anything more delicious than pork, and now I miss that flavor.

In my memory, we released cows, chased geese and caught fish. I remember that I was very yound, my grandfather, second grandfather, third grandfather, fourth grandfather plus me, for a total of fice people, bought a cow together. At that time, it wasn't very old, so we might as well called it "Blacky".
When "Blacky" came into my house, we were scared that it might cause trouble in the following days, so the adults quickly cut off its testicles. Even though I didn't know what that was at that time, I thought that it was extremely cruel, so when they steamed "Blacky"'s testicles ang gave it to me, I resisted to eat it.
After, "Blacky" lived in my house, and I was in charge of "Blacky"'s daily life. I sat on "Blacky"'s back, seeing him eating bite-sized grass, and when he saw grass he liked, he would get excited, in contrast of him working everyday, showing his extreme exhaustion and sadness, and so "Blacky" and I have a definite relationship, I touched his head, and he will lower his head to let me climb up his back, but it would refuse for anyone else. After that, because "Blacky" was too old, it cannot work, and sold to the slaughterhouse, my heart has a feeling hard to describe.
Except for "Blacky", my house also had a dog, that had once made me have a heartbroken cry. To this day, I can ony remember that it has a yellow dog, so I might as well call him "Yellowy". I also didn't remember that "Yellowy" and I lived for a few years, but it had a good relationship with me. After, "Yellowy" had once been missing, I missed it, and so I searched everywhere, I searched for a few days, and I finally found him beside a very hidden haystack, but he was already close to dying. "Yellowy" tried very hard to open its eyes and shake its tail to me, telling me that he's friendly. I cried as I brought back home "Yellowy", and the adults say that dogs know humans, when it knows that it's about to die, it would find a hiding place to die lonely. That is the first time I had cried for an animal. I hope that "Blacky" and "Yellowy" may rest peacefully in heaven.

When I was young, my dad was misdiagnosed with gastritis, so he had to continuously take medicine and take care of the sickness for a few years. My dad was in a bad mood, always arguing with my mom, and my personality has also been extremely sensitive, with a strong self-esteem. I always thought that someone looked down on my dad, and all of my dad's wishes are on me.
This twisted mentality, is pressure not been able to be supported by childhood, so when I got into high school, I was rebellious and extreme. I escaped from school, fought and chased women (never succeeded), and I dropped out at tenth grade, my dad said to me that what would it take to destroy our relationship.
I put on my school bag, and walked for thousands of miles alone to Beijing, to become a well-titled wage earner. I spent a long time messily every day. Sometimes life is this magical, one day off work, I walked over a secondary school, and a few girls just walked from the school door, they are yound and energized. I can't help but to look at myself, is this the life I wanted in my heart? I thought about the question, and of course I have to go back, I fell like I have to go to the right track.

But, childhood has many regrets. I remember when one morning, I pushed open a door, and in the darkness, a cat crashed in my waist with a scream, that made me scared a lot, I can't help but scream, and my mom sprinted and put me in her embrace. Thinking now, I really want to thank the cat, that is the only time my mon hugged me in my memory. Up to today working at another place, spending little time with my parents, this king of mind is very hard to describe.