Adventure
The ghost in the boudoir
No one can remember exactly what happened in that year. Our (Anhui) village has a daughter, surnamed Nong name Yanxiang, at that time may have more than a dozen years old, it is taller, look also good, willow eyebrows, two eyes are not too small, long face pointed chin, treasure boat mouth, black hair, comb two waist braids. High breasts, big buttocks. Love to wear a dark blue lapel coat and long to the back of the feet in the pants. But the brain is a little dumber than others. Some silly in the silly. She is the daughter of Nong Fusheng and Gao Qiumei.
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Fiction
One thousand pieces of sugar paper
During the summer vacation in the first grade, I went to my grandmother's house in Beijing as a guest. It was the age of "seven years old and eight years old to be disliked", and a girl named Shixiang from the next yard came to be my friend, and we played all kinds of games to make grandma's house restless. My cousin was recovering at my grandmother's house, and she couldn't sit still any longer. One day, she said to us, "Do you know what it means to be tired?" Shixiang and I looked at each other and laughed without a name. Yes, what does it mean to be tired? We never thought about it. Tiredness is so far away from us. Sometimes I hear grown-ups say, "Oh, I'm so tired." They are tired because they are adults. When we finally stopped laughing, my cousin said, "Doesn't Sehyang have some candy paper, why don't you spend some time saving it?" I remembered that Sehyang did let me visit some of the candy paper she had saved, which were dozens of beautiful pieces of cellophane, stuck inside a thin book. But I was neither interested in her sugar paper nor did I find it interesting. But Sehyang was interested, "Why do you want us to save the candy paper?" "If you save up a thousand pieces of candy paper, your cousin will give you an electric dog, the one that barks."
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Fiction
Train living
You wake up from what feels like a deep sleep. You have no idea how long you have been out. The first thing you notice is that you are on a train. You try and remember how you came to be on the train. As hard as you try, you cannot remember. You look for a ticket and you do not have one.
By Jeremy White4 years ago in Fiction
The first hope
That Sunday my mother promised to take me out, I don't remember where, maybe to the zoo, maybe somewhere else, but she promised a long time ago. It's not wrong to take me out on that Sunday; it's not wrong to look forward to a day for the first time in one's life; and that's what my mother had promised to do the morning before: go, of course.
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Fiction
