The winter nights in the north were cold and long. In the days before televisions and even storybooks, bedtime stories for children were usually told by their illiterate mothers.
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Sister Wei, when will you update this article? I really like this kind of silent education method.
I read it with gusto, but then I lost it. Hey, I feel that people nowadays have forgotten this very simple truth. The author should write more, haha, I feel that I have benefited.
What a lovely story, it seems to be an organic part of the mortal journey~
When I was in kindergarten, my mother or grandma told me about it. It had been a long time since I had forgotten it, but I remembered it again when I saw people wiping their buttocks with pancakes. The story was exactly the same.
My old lady also told some stories. She chatted and ate melon seeds with her old sisters. When I was young, I played beside them. One or two words floated into my ears. The stories they told were all weird and strange, about mermaids knocking on the door from the sea in the middle of the night, and about paying for life. One time, I somehow remembered it in my dream, and I had a nightmare.
I will cherish my blessings in the future. That's really good.
Sister Wei, when will you update this article? I really like this kind of silent education method.
I read it with gusto, but then I lost it. Hey, I feel that people nowadays have forgotten this very simple truth. The author should write more, haha, I feel that I have benefited.
What a lovely story, it seems to be an organic part of the mortal journey~
When I was in kindergarten, my mother or grandma told me about it. It had been a long time since I had forgotten it, but I remembered it again when I saw people wiping their buttocks with pancakes. The story was exactly the same.
My old lady also told some stories. She chatted and ate melon seeds with her old sisters. When I was young, I played beside them. One or two words floated into my ears. The stories they told were all weird and strange, about mermaids knocking on the door from the sea in the middle of the night, and about paying for life. One time, I somehow remembered it in my dream, and I had a nightmare.
I will cherish my blessings in the future. That's really good.
I've heard the first story
Zuo ye is like doing evil here hahaha
My mother also told this story when I was little!
I'll go, it feels so interesting, I like it