I live independently from my childhood. It is a long-standing custom in our family of crickets. Besides, my mother often told us: “It must be so that you know how to eat by yourself and get used to it. Children who keep on clinging to their parents will only be born back, so bad, then come out life does not make anything empty “. Therefore, every birth, the birth is the parents arrange for their children to live separately. That student, we have all three brothers. The three of us only stayed with my mother for three days. On Tuesday, Mom went ahead, the three of us were busy, half-hearted, half-hearted and half-happy after. My mother took us away and she put each of us in a cave in the field on the other side, where the lagoon looked out without even knowing that my mother had worked hard to dig, be able to build a pool and become a house for us. from when. I am the youngest, the youngest should be taken by my mother after taking me into the cave, leaving some young grass in front of the door, so if I am surprised, there will be some food available for a few days.
Then my mother returned
I’m not sad either. On the contrary, I felt refreshed because I was alone in a cool, cool place. I silently thanked my mother, scouring all the mother caves that I had taken to live. When I looked carefully, I stood outside the door and raised my face to the sky. Through the sharp and sharp grasses, I saw the clear blue sky. I cleared my voice, flapped my small wings to the armpits, then raised my head to make a loud sound.
From here, I started my life. Whether I will be happy or miserable, it depends on the character I am wise or dull. But I don’t need to know that, so much. But it is a good thing to take the independent cavalier alone ….
Every day, during the whole day, I went into the same cave, drowned the ground to make a big drive, made a luxurious bed. Then I know as far away as the old men in the crickets, I dig deep burrows into two paths to make shortcut roads, back doors, upper niches, rooms when in danger, can escape to other ways. In the evening, I took a break from my hand and stood outside the door, meeting with my neighbors and brothers around the field, plucking the piano while singing a sunset song saying goodbye to the sun. When the night came down, our neighbors, the elderly elders and the old goblets, were suddenly happy, everyone came out of the cave, crowded into the middle of the beach in a cool dark night, drinking dew condensed , eating wet grass and talented guys, playing flute playing flute, singing together, dancing spiritually until dawn, when the familiar sun reappeared in the east before anyone could go home.
Every day, every night, early and evening, there are many things, things to play. Telling life that is like that is quite comfortable, but at first it was interesting or it was boring later.
Because I eat in moderation and work in moderation, I am very fast. Soon I became a strong young man. Sometimes I am shadowy. The claws on the legs and the corners are hard and sharp. Sometimes, trying to test the benefits of the claws, I crouched, kicking the brakes on the grass. The grass breaks the theater, just like a knife has just slipped through. My wings, which were short before, now become a long-sleeved shirt down to the end of the tail. Every time I dance, I hear the sound of a crisp sound. When I went for a walk, my whole body shook a fat brown color that looked and looked good. Two branched black teeth always chew like a crescent machine working. My beard is long and curved, a very mighty look. I am proud of my relatives because of those beards. Every once in a while, I was solemn and lenient, putting both feet on my beard.
I stood standing solemnly. Every step, I do a dance to kick my feet, flutter and shake my two beards. Giving out the style of the martial arts man. I am very sad. Dare to treat all relatives in the neighborhood. When I was loud, everyone stopped, no one responded. Because everyone is familiar with me. Not saying, perhaps they are more respectful than afraid. But I thought that no one dared to cough. So, I’m good at it. The well-known guys often make wildly talented gestures. I shouted at Cào Cào, who lived outside the shore, so every time I saw my passing, the sisters had to hide the oval face under the grass branch, only dared to look up. Occasionally, I had a stinging sensation on my feet, and teasingly swirled him around and looked up. The more I thought I was a formidable hand, probably about to be at the top.
