Kick Yang Xin's Ass

It’s hard to know what the children’s emerging brain is thinking about.

When I was eight or nigh years old, I had many friends with the same age. A big boy named Yang Xin who is tall, strong, good looking and always smiling. Yang Xin is also the big brother of one of us. However, for a long period, we boys had a dream: kick Yang Xin’s ass.

Yang Xin is so tall and strong that we all afraid of him, let along go and bit him. Finally, I suggested that we should make armor and weapon to arm ourselves.

We picked numerous small branches as raw material. Owing to the fun of weaving or the eager to hunt Yang Xin or both, we spent a whole day on these branches. Regardless of the difficulty of weaving, we boys managed to fix these branches together and tied them over our body and arms. Some of us, including me, even equipped helmets. One boy suggested that leaves should be clear away in order to make our figures less mass. But we got no time to finish this work, because Yang Xin is drawing near.

All of us stopped talking and stared at Yang Xin who is strong and bold, wearing an ugly smile. We stood in his way with all equipments. I took a deep breath and yield as loudly as I can:"Yang Xin, stop!" Obviously, my voice felled to distort his rhythm of walking. Even the worse, an angry expression replaced his stupid smile which might be something better for now. That tall, strong, terrible bloke kept walking towards us small green warriors wearing branches and leaves, sticks in hands. I grasped my thin stick tightly and felt the death silence over the battle field. Our enemy gazed at us, pacing step by step. Suddenly, a scream tore the hostile atmosphere off. Yang Xin's little brother let out it when he begun to run for his life. Some of us joined him immediately. A second later, all of us turned back and ran, shrieking in different ways. Thanks for that , I understood a Chinese idiom," throwing away the helmet and getting rid of the armor" for that's what I did.