[Fake fiction, place names, groups, characters, institutions, events have nothing to do with reality, any similarity is purely coincidental]
Listening to your stomach roaring with hunger, smelling the aroma of rice coming from next door.
The little baby was sitting at the wooden table, holding an earthen bowl. There is only one thought in my mind, I want to be full, I must be full!
After thinking about it, he took a sip of gruel that cut his throat.
The cousin who came to the village from the city to celebrate the New Year was wearing a bright red jacket and a pair of small leather shoes decorated with this flower.
When my cousin saw him for the first time, there was a flash of shock in her eyes.
The baby felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had taken a breath, and he didn't know how to let it out.
She clenched her fists, ran to her parents, and announced loudly: "I want to pick shit!"
The doll held its head high and raised its fisted right hand high, its little face was slightly red due to the blazing fire in its chest, and its eyes were fixed on its parents, anticipating their response.
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There is no rebirth, no time travel, it is the child's high-spirited growth path.
Mission: Knowledge changes destiny