MyFavoriteMovie
MyfavoritemovieisWhoistheRealBeautifulMonkeyKing.WhentheamusingoutlineoftheMonkeyKing’sfacefallsintomyhead,Ialwaysremembermyyoungestunclewhosefacewasfilledupeitherbeamordepression.
Sincemyfatherusuallyranfurthertoearnbitsandpiecesofmoney,IusuallywalkedseveralmilestowatchopeningmoviesbyfollowingmyyoungestuncleandsomeoneelsewhoareolderintheeveningwhenIwasalittleboy.Onenight,onthewayhomeafterwewatchedWhoistheRealBeautifulMonkeyKing,itrainedheavily.“Theghostsarecoming!”Suddenly,somebodyshouted.Atonce,allboysandeldersranfastandfast.Althoughrushedasrestlesslyaspossible,myyoungestunclecaughtonehandofminetightlyallalong.Atthattime,IwassofrightenedthatforgetcryingandIhadbeentrumbledinthemuddyroad.
LastSpringFestival,Icamebacktomyhometown.WhenIsawmyyoungestunclewhosefacewasfilledwithcrinkle,Iwascompunctiousdeeply.IfIhadn’tmadethemistakethatruinedtheopportunityofmakingmoney,IshouldhavesettledhimdowninBeijing.Thetimegoesby,howcold-bloodedlyitis.
IlikethecuteeyesoftheMonkeyKing,andIalwaysmissmyyoungestuncle.