When I was a child, my birthday was two small tea eggs.
"Do you know what day it is?" Mom asked mysteriously.
"I don't know. What day is it?"
"It's your birthday, my little fool."
"Oh, great! Then I can have tea eggs? " I shouted excitedly.
"Yes! Let's go. Mom will take you to buy it. "
In this way, my mother took me to the market on that old and shabby bike. I've long been used to sitting in the back seat of my bicycle, always looking at the scenery on the road, tired, leaning on my mother's back, listening to the voice from my mother's stomach when she spoke, which was powerful. At that time, I would ask: "Mom, why is the voice in your stomach so thick? There seems to be an endless force. " My mother always told me: "no matter how many setbacks you have in the future, don't give up. Be confident." At that time, how could I understand such profound words? I didn't pay attention to "en". When I arrived, my mother bought two tea eggs. I took them carefully. They were very hot. The tea eggs were steaming hot and there was grease coming out of them. When I got on my bike, I began to eat. "Mom, give you a bite." I said triumphantly. "You can eat it, mom won't, leave it for you." I eat it little by little, for fear that I'll finish it with a big bite. In this way, ten li Road, I just finished it. I have never tasted that kind of taste since.
When I grow up, my birthday is a five yuan note.