A Fake Snake

When I was young, so far , I think it’s the best part of my life, living in my hometown ,a village, it’s very small but for a child, approximately 7 to 8 years old, a big world. After reading this article, something described in it recalls my memories of childhood.

    I remember that kind of life is leisure, easy and simple. The most important thing is that I can approach the nature, the little red hills, the yellow rape flowers, the silent and cold stream, the green and greasy worms, the frightening snakes and happy rabbits and the like. When reading the shaking of bushes, I remember a funny, maybe a bit of absurd thing.

After school, I went home hurry up and laid down my bag, rushed out the door and found my grandpa ,

“where’s my grandpa?” I asked my grandma the same question every day ,

she replied to me patiently, “my son, he’s working in the fields, may you can find a plastic bottle and take some fresh well water to him.”

I smiled, “okay, I’ll do it now.”

Grandpa is a very diligent peasant and no complaints, in my sight, what I can see is a very simple, innocent person, but invincible, fearless. There’s a long walk for small legs to the destination where I can find grandpa, the skyline was flaring, and sunset dyed the sky pale purple, the light clouds became pink, how beautiful! But it means darkness is drawing near, I got frightened while the sun sank into earth. “ The darker the sky is, the closer my grandpa is.” That was I was thinking, the long and narrow path with messy grasses was really scary, actually, real things that made me sick and panic were some insects hiding in the messy weeds, especially the hideous snakes, how terrible it is if you met them.

Coincidentally, the messy grasses’ shaking, I was really frightened, but out of curiosity, I picked up a dead and dry branch beside me intending to check what the hell it is. And at the same time, I realized that my grandpa was not far anymore, there just was two square fields between him and me, the short distance reassured me, but the shaking appeared again. Although I wanted to run and to escape, as it were, I didn’t have that ability of walking, I was trembling and cried out, because I saw a triangle, red head with spots on it, it was a snake, in the sunset, its eyes turned green, like the marbles child often played.

“Grandpa, help, help,” and this triangle disappeared, then appeared, over and again, I can’t go forward. My grandpa rushed to me followed my scream, and asked,

“My son, what’s wrong?”

“Snake, snake.” I cried ,

“Where?” He continued,

“ Just there, under the grass.”

And then he turned on the torch, with the spade , fast action, caught with hands ,how brave! And then he lifted it up, how strange, it has four feet. “It’s not a snake, this is a lizard.” And then, the weak light of torch shot on my khaki pant, conspicuously, there was a narrow wet spot on my pant at one leg. “What’s this?” he asked, my face blushed, but I can’t recognize it, “water, just water.” I said and held on the plastic bottle. Then he lighted a cigarette,

“ Let’s go home and have a meal.” spoke with a deep voice.

A Fake Snake