Text/Xing Guizhen
March, with all things revived, I was born with the long crow of the golden rooster and facing the smiling face of the rising sun.
4 years old and went to my uncle's house to commemorate my grandfather's third anniversary. The adults carried me on the rugged mountain road. I felt that the branches were shaving my eyes and made a fuss to walk down the ground.
Because my father was weak and sick, my brother and sister dropped out of school and went home to do farm work. I was born at the right time, and my parents gave me the opportunity to go to school.
In the spring of 1968, I put on my schoolbag, walked on the snow, crossed the ice river, and found the 9th production team yard. Teacher Guo Lijin stood at the gate to greet the new classmate: "Hello, that's the classroom." I didn't dare to speak and walked towards the classroom next to the pink room. The room was dark and my face felt like it was getting angry. My legs were soft and I sat on a cold bench, and my schoolbag was hung on the wooden head.
One classroom and three grades. Teacher Guo settled the third and fourth grade students and turned to teach eight first grade students. He took the exam to count. My head was so big that I couldn't count to 27, and others easily counted to 100. I envy my classmates and decided to chase them, and soon became a study committee member.
On a winter day, I took the arm of my senior sister, pressed against the fine snow, and walked to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy books in the roaring northwest wind. When I came back, I turned around the corner of the 11th production team, and a knives stopped us.
The seniors were stunned and started to deal with the young man. I was so scared that I grabbed the corners of their clothes and hid behind them like chickens hiding from eagles. Sister Diao was not panicked when encountering problems, and bravely fought with him and provided cover for her companions. They were so scared that they ran away everywhere and escaped.
Finally, I was thrown away a coward. The boy shook his sharp knife and approached me step by step. My whole body was trembling, my heart was pounding, my throat was smoking, my numb hands and feet were like electricity, and tears stained with snowflakes... At this moment, the seniors came back and surrounded the boy. Sister Xiaohua took out the candy ball, Sister Feng handed the notebook, Sister Mei gave the pencil: "Give it! Give it! Give it!" The boy suddenly turned around, and was stumbled by the ice skating under his feet. The knife slid off his hand. I seized the opportunity and ran desperately, and my sisters helped me escape from danger.
On the way, the snow stopped, and the sisters went home one after another, and the remaining half of the road was on their own. As dusk approaches, I feel that someone is following me, so I dare not look back. Fortunately, there are magpies and pheasants to boost my courage. I waded through the snow with deep and shallow steps, running towards my home where the smoke from the cooking stove rose in the mountains.
turned over the foot of the mountain and heard the big goose clattering. The big yellow dog came to pick me up with his tail. He saw my mother tied a blue apron around her waist, carrying a pig food bucket in one hand, and holding the other hand on her forehead and looking at the intersection. I was out of breath and threw myself into my mother's arms. Tears flowed down involuntarily. My mother popped the frost on my head and said, "Why are you soaked all over?" I told her the thrilling scene. My mother said, "Children without umbrellas must learn to run by themselves." I nodded in a vague way.
Storm and rain bathe me in growth, and mountains and rivers soothe my lonely heart. 2022.10.26
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