Suddenly,thedoorhasbeenmychildhoodslowlyclosed.Recallingthepast,abitterandmusic,haveahappy,angry.Butthere'sonethingIremember,bevisiblebeforetheeyes.

　　Saturdayafternoon,becausesomegueststonight,somymothertookmetothefarmersmarket,themarkethugecrowdsofpeople,becauseIwanttobuyapen.Fortunately,wecametotheroadsideavegetablestallstobuyfood.Thevendorisagrandfather,alookthatisagenuineoldfarmershaveexperiencedyearsofwindandfrost.

　　Motheraskedtheprice,begannegotiatingwithhim.Thepeoplesellingvegetablessquareaccountsineverydetail,howalsorefusedtoreducehalfthemoney.Iambesideimpatienturgedmother,motheralsoanxious,hurriedsaidservingpaid,lustedgo.Whoknowstheway,shefoundthekeymissing,howtodo?Tohaveguestscoming!Thoughtofhere,mymother'sfaceadisappointedexpression."Itmustbeforgotteninthestalls,lostsomething,whowillgiveyou,nottomentionthesquareaccountsineverydetailoftheman.Youbadluck!"

　　Afterafierceideologicalstruggle,motherdecidedtogobacktotryhisluck,andthenwerantowardthemarketdirection.

　　Thereisalreadyintheevening,notmanypeopleinthemarket.Inthedimlight,wesawtheoldmanstillthere,eyestolookat,likeetal.MymotherandIwentto,thegrandfatherrecognizedus,heusedthecallousedhandsthekeystohismother,mothertohisheartnodded,thethreeofusarehappysmile.

　　Atthefrontofaplainolduncle,whatcanIsay?Howeveraguiltyfeelingbystudents.Iwishtheoldlifeofpeace!