Ask for a nostalgic composition (such as old photos, old houses, traditional culture, old cities, years, old people, old lifestyles, etc.). )

Childhood oh, my childhood is much more than now, and many things can't be found back. The tattered old windmill, flying dragonflies, frogs croaking at midnight and cicadas tied by ropes are all good things that I never got tired of playing and listening to when I was a child.

Now that I think about it, the days at that time were real and leisurely. Looking at the blue sky, clear and sweet water, playing comfortably beside the crops full of flowers and plants, everything is so happy and enjoyable. But there are also some small waves.

I remember when I was very young, my grandmother always loved me the most. On holidays, relatives and friends will always send some gifts, and there will always be a pack of sugar and a pack of rock sugar. Sugar was a strange thing at that time, but my grandmother always secretly left me some. One, two, three ........................................................................................................................................................................

As a result, in that small village that is not rich, I can often eat sweet candy. At that time, there were many children around me, licking dry lips and staring at the sugar in my hand. At this time, I always put the sugar in my arms and ran home, for fear that they would take away my hard-earned sugar.

Perhaps because of grandma's doting, I always have toothache at an early age, and it gets worse every time. At first, I couldn't stand the pain of turning my heart. I often rummage in my grandmother's arms and cry and shout, "Brother Worm, please don't bite my brother Lin's teeth!" " At this time, grandma can only hold me in love, comfort me and coax me.

Because of this, my parents ordered me not to eat any more sugar, to be emotional and rational, and told her not to spoil me any more and to hide the sugar jar in a place where I could never find it at home.

Although I have a bad toothache, I can't get rid of my love for candy. I often pester my grandmother to give me candy, and she won't say anything. So I cried and made noise, and even didn't eat, threatening my grandmother. Grandma can never resist my "risk" I can't bear to starve my granddaughter. Be obedient and give me the sugar jar.

During this period, my grandmother did not know where to find many remedies for toothache. She always carefully avoided my parents and mysteriously took me to try every "prescription". At that time, my grandmother was so flexible that one could not be exchanged for the other. This is useless, and that never gives up. In this way, my grandmother tried one folk prescription after another for me, but for some reason, my parents didn't notice it at all.

But grandma's remedies don't seem to work. Every time I started eating sugar, it didn't take long for this tooth to start tearing my heart out, as if it were a disco inside. Why did my toothache become more and more frequent when my parents found out something was wrong? Finally, they found out. My father was very angry and picked up a bamboo pole to hit me. I cried, kneeling on the ground motionless. I cried and found that my grandmother had jumped on me. I cried and said to my father, "If you want to hit me, hit me. I gave you sugar. " Father pulled us up helplessly and left angrily.

At that time, I first had the idea of quitting sugar, but I gradually found it really difficult to quit sugar. I couldn't help stealing a few, but my grandmother pretended not to see them.

Later, I grew up slowly. When I really gave up the habit of loving sugar, my grandmother passed away and left forever with full love and disappointment. My father said that under my grandmother's pillow, I found a bag of sugar wrapped in a white handkerchief. Heart, trembling, tears flowing silently. ......

Now, I have an inexplicable love for lollipops. Although I love them, I don't have a toothache, but something is missing. ......