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My childhood days were spent in my grandmother's house in the countryside.

When I was a child, there was always a large group of idle children around, a few gathered in one piece, running east and west in the village all day. At that time, the west end of the village has a very high slope, the top is almost covered with weeds, next to the home kiln factory, is a place specializing in the production of bricks and tiles. Early in the morning, after breakfast, our group came to this side to play the "mountain climbing" game, everyone like a wild horse out of control, all flocked to the "hill", those who live in the bushes have not yet woken up in the sleep of the insects are often scared of our dizziness to escape.

The kiln factory is also a place we are more eager to, whenever the adults finished work to rest or rushed home for dinner, a few of us children will follow the wall of the loophole to sneak into the shelves have not yet dried tiles to move away, take home with a knife carved into the appearance of the gun. I remember one time, my brother and I sneaked into a very dark hut, looking around for undried tiles. From the rows and rows of tile shelf gap, I saw an adult is coming towards us, so I panicked with my brother to leave, go too fast, I accidentally the whole shelf to fall, boom, the sound alarmed the entire kiln factory, I was scared out of my wits, nothing to care about and my brother and the two crazy like rushed out of the door and ran away. Back home, we looked for the most secretive place to hide, but a long time no news, until the grandmother called us to eat, no one came to find us. We thought that the matter would be closed like this. The next morning, grandma to the door of the vegetable garden picking cucumbers, there are two middle-aged men standing on the side of the road towards the vegetable garden towards, told grandma my glorious deeds, only to see grandma laughed, I do not know what she talked to the two men, and then the two men went away. When I got home, my grandmother threatened me that if I made another mistake, she would call my father to take me home, and that was the end of the matter. I never went back to the kiln during that time, and instead discovered new horizons with everyone else!

Summer came, the air began to become restless, the earth was baked by the sun's scorching hot, hot winds smoked everyone can not raise the spirit! By noon, they all started to take a nap. I don't know where the spirit of that time, and so the adults fell asleep and my brother moved a stool to sit in the shade of the tree and chat, not long other little friends also came here. From each other's gossip, I learned that in another village there was a family who had planted watermelons, and it was said that they were almost ripe now. At once, an idea flashed in my head, so I greeted everyone and went to take a look. Before long, a few children, led by me, set off. We all walked on the path in the field, with weeds in our mouths, happily moving towards the watermelon field, which was a long way to go, and I don't know how long we walked. Suddenly, my twin nephews pointed to a patch and said this is it. Not far away there is a hayloft, there are people sleeping inside, there is a big dog lying on the ground, since someone is looking at this field, I guess there must be something good here. But we looked for a long time did not see the shadow of the watermelon, suddenly a child said, look down. We lowered our heads and were stunned! Watermelons are lying quietly one by one on the ground, the top seems to be planted with cotton, it turns out that those are for cover! A few of us quickly spread out to look for the big watermelons. I was carefully looking at the ground, suddenly my brother screamed, sister, this watermelon can be really big ah! This scream can be really up to the sensational effect, the dog woke up, ran out of the hayloft rushed to us a mess of barking, the men also woke up, see us a burst of raised voices cursing, and ran this way, the children each holding a watermelon began to flee, and my hands but nothing, I pulled a hand, the vine can be really hard! How to pull not move, wait until people are almost to my eyes, I just hold the watermelon run, that scene until now remember, I still feel ridiculous, a group of children holding watermelon in the arms of the front, behind a big man in pursuit, when he was about to catch my brother, nephews hand watermelon in his hand towards him smashed towards, the man stopped, the end, but also cursed which family wild child, and kept cursing us.

We won the battle, the watermelon my brother was holding was really big, we smashed the watermelon, and found that the inside was not ripe, so we threw the melon into the river.

It's funny to think about these things now. When I was a little older, I was brought home by my parents, and I went to school every day to study, and I spent a lot of time in the crowded and hectic summer and summer, and after years of rinsing, the village that used to raise me is now more and more far away from me. A few days ago, I returned home and found that some of my childhood followers have now grown taller than me, and everything has changed!