Season’s come, season’s go. This year, we have already been greeted by blue sky and yellow leaves. On the trip back to Huludao, some smoke coming from the roadside village brought my memory back to my childhood life. Burning dried grass in the early morning, cooking simple breakfast, sitting beside the furnace and almost falling back to sleep again, all of those things are just like yesterday.Well, that was just a memory. But actually, I never got up that early to make breakfast, maybe just once. But I do remember when I was a little girl, I went to the mountain for picking up a kind of small red fruit (which looks like black berry, but the color is red. The berry’s stem is very short with round leaves lying on the ground) and some grass for feeding the rabbits (I raised one gr…whi…I think two grey rabbits, because my grandma raise one white rabbit). I would always ask my friends go there with me. Each of us just hold a small basket, humming the songs (don't remember which song, but I am sure we had our songs back to that time.), walking happily and started our short visit to the mountain. And always, we would get a lot of berries. We would just sit on the ground and eat. And remember to get some for the rabbits.
