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Round up the high poplar tree ostrich nest, and licked several small birds that didn't grow long. He gave me and Xiao Wei one. I took it home and raised it, and I fed the birds with Xiao Wei every day after school.
 

Xiaowei said that the bird is too small to eat rice, we will feed it rice. It’s raining, and Rui said that the bird is afraid of cold, and the round brother keeps his bird warm with cotton. I and Xiaowei turned around in my mother's sewing kit to find a large pack of cotton. We tore a small strip of small bird to wrap the bird. The bird kept calling and died at night. We looked at the stiff body of the bird and it was very sad.
 

He lifted the thumb of his left hand, his fingers were all short, and the lines seemed to be deeper than ours. Xiao Wei habitually squinted his eyes, and the freckled face showed a mysterious expression. He asked me to find a needle for him, and then used a needle to puncture the thumb and thumb. I can't wait to stop him. He didn't stop and continued to go deep.
 

"You touch." He pulled my hand and pressed it on the tail of the needle that was exposed. The needle was indeed stuck in his thumb. "Haha, I tell you what is going on. The meat covered by my thumb is dead. I lied to me that Dad came back and asked me to open the door. When I opened the door, he shot hard and stuck my thumb on the door. Here, the meat is all stuck, black one big, the fingernails are falling off, and now the new one, but the meat is still dead. How to tie it does not hurt, nor will it bleed." He put the needle Pulled it out, and sure enough, there was no blood.
 

"It’s not terrible to die. My thumb is dead. Slowly, other parts will die. In the end, I will all die. Anyway, my dad and my mom don’t like me, don’t want me, I’m dead or good. of."
 

At that time, I did not understand the meaning of death. I only remember that the old man died. It was evening. My father was taking me to swim in the river. My uncle told us that my parents would take me to the funeral. I looked at the hillside of the road and felt that my heart was pulled tight.
 

When I was promoted to a higher grade, my mother paid special attention to my achievements, and even the magazines that I have ordered for each year have stopped. I asked once, she actually made a big fire, so I don't know why. Xiaowei is not particularly concerned about the results, but he is smart, and it is not worse than sharp. Because of his son's reasons, there were always classmates who bullied him. The teacher of the school suggested that he should continue to stay with the children, so he would become the same class with Rui.
 

In the spring of this year, Yuanyuan led us to play farther outside the school. On Saturday, I finished my homework early and went to the field outside the village to play. The rainy season lasted for a long time. The water in the river rose, deep, and I went around the farmland and went to somewhere. The rice in the farmland has just been planted for a long time, but it is a piece of green, separated by purple flowers. The mulberry is ripe, the huge trunk is leaning on the river, and the children climb to the top of the tree to pick and eat.
 

I washed an empty can, and Xiaowei first picked some cooked stuff in the bottle. Then I climbed up the tree with everyone, and the ripe fruit dyed our mouth almost black. The tree is very big, and it doesn't matter if there are three or five trees. The more branches that are stretched closer to the river, the more mature they are. Xiaowei is a small, light-weight person who always dares to climb farther than us and will not fall.
 

Sharp is not reconciled, rushing in front of Xiaowei and wanting to grab the fruit with Xiaowei. Xiaowei rushed to shake the trunk several times. Sharp body weight has long been more than Xiaowei, this Xiaowei Wei still hangs on the tree, but sharply falls off the river.
 

The river was very anxious and shouted. Fortunately, I learned to swim and desperately waved my arms in the water. Someone in the tree called out "Stand up." Sharply tried the test and the original was only waist-deep. He cried and picked up Xiaowei and said he would go back and tell his father. Xiaowei was unmoved, picked up a black and big fruit and stuffed it into his mouth. He was soaked and drenched, and no one cares for him. He walked back along the field.