In the spring of that noisy era, I saw several plum trees full of plum trees being chopped down by several strong men carrying an axe (axe). The plum flowers scattered all over the ground. The captain pointed at his father and said, "The tail of capitalist cannot grow on your butt." My wish to eat plums that year was shattered.
When the members downplayed their revolutionary enthusiasm and were busy earning work and rations to live, I followed my parents to the mountain to dig red potatoes on a torch and came to a place called yard fields. The bright torches reflected the members' faces red. I waited for the food to appear in a posture of hungry dogs slapping. When my mother's hoe dug out the first red potato, I jumped up and grabbed the red potato, along with the mud, and it was thimbled into my mouth. The sound of my teeth biting the red potato was like a clear song of mountain song . "How can I eat the supplies in the team privately?" My second uncle, who was newly captain, shouted loudly, and I was so scared that I was so scared that I was in a panic. I ran wildly into the distance at the speed of an arrow. When I saw a clump of dogtail grass, I drilled in. With a "boom", I immediately felt like I was wet all over my body. Before I could figure out what was going on, a smelly and sticky thing had been poured into my nose. When I wanted to shout for help, the feces had already flooded the top of my head. Open your eyes again and it was already dawn. My father was shaking the feces with my feet upside down. The red potatoes that had not had time to chew and flushed them with the feces. The particularly uncomfortable feeling made me still nauseate all the time. The members continued to do their own work, and I was like a broken red potato vine tilted on the ridge of the potato and let the sun bake it. The angry mother jumped over the Hongtaogang and pointed at her second uncle and cursed, "Wang Laoer, you can't recognize your relatives and die well." My second uncle said arrogantly, "I don't want you to carry it when I die!" From then on, my second uncle had a gap with my family. He is a person who scares me, and when I grow up, I still look at him from afar. Later, my mother said, actually your second uncle was just showing it to others, but I ran away when I was scared. The members packed up the red potatoes and went home, and the story of an uncle driving his nephew into the cesspool was passed down. My second uncle was so angry that he scolded his ancestors and ninth ancestors. My father said quietly, "It's all caused by Hongtao." He told me to remember that you should not take things in the team randomly. Later, when people in the village saw me, they always said: You almost drowned when you fell into the cesspool. Looking back at the scene at that time, I only thought that a clump of dogtail grass was definitely a place that could hide me and make my second uncle unable to find it, so I rushed in without hesitation. I didn't expect that there was a cesspool hidden in the grass that could devour my life. The clump of dogtail grass put on an illusion that lures me to death. Now when encountering things, you must always consider whether you will fall into a trap. The wisdom of enlightenment may begin from then on.
In order to fill the stomachs of several babies, my mother was helpless and quietly picked a pumpkin from the field in the team to cook it for us to eat when it was late at night. My stomach was full and I fell asleep peacefully. The first thing I did when I woke up early the next day was so happy that I saw someone and said I had cooked pumpkin last night. The team sent someone to investigate, and my mother confessed. So some people tied my mother to a "pumpkin thief" and basked in the sun under a big tree at the entrance of the village. They wore a high paper hat on their heads, and the words written on charcoal were crooked. I don’t understand that the “pumpkin thief” is an insult to my mother. I just thought the high hat was fun, so I took it off my mother’s head and put it on my head and ran wildly in the village. I was so happy that I was like the New Year, which made the members smile. My dad caught me and beat me half to death. This has become my life background when I walked out of the mountain village.
I went to school at the age of seven. On the first day, the teacher taught me to sing "The Song of Herding Cow". The teacher said, "Great cattle and pick up firewood again", the first time sings the bass and the second time sings the high notes. I don’t know what the low high notes are, and I sing tens of thousands of higher than other classmates every time. Because I was afraid of the teacher’s reproach, I argued that it was not me. The teacher shouted, "I know which one it is!" He held me up like a chick and stood in front of the podium until I wet my pants in front of more than 40 classmates. This is why my classmates still remember me decades later. At that time, I thought that herding cattle on the hillside was much better than studying in school, and I didn’t want to go to school for a time.
Farmers' children, herding cattle is a must-do.Every day after school, I drove the cows to the hillside to eat grass, lie on the hillside, and looked at the white clouds in the blue sky with a leaf in my mouth, and played the mountain songs of the wild game. When I am so forgot, I always ride the cow as a horse, and use a whip to drive the cow to run wildly on the hillside, and experience the fun of childhood. Until one time I fell from the back of the cow under the belly, a huge hoof foot of the big bull was about to step over my stomach. Under the gravity of a thousand pounds, my liver and gallbladder were broken, and the cow jumped violently and fell two meters away from me. But I jumped up and there was nothing serious except that the cow's hoof shell was scratched by the belly and eyelid, which was scratched by the cow's hoof shell. My dad said that the ox is human, and it fell down so that it did not hurt me. From then on, I stopped riding the cow, mowed the grass and fed it every day until it grew fat and full of meat. The cow was kind to me!
The 1970s was a period of shopping with tickets. Teacher Bai, who taught us Chinese, came from Guan County, Sichuan. She had a pound of meat tickets that expired and were invalidated on the last day. She asked me to buy them for her. When I crossed over twenty kilometers of mountain roads to the district management station, the pork that day had been sold out, and only a big bone was left, so I had no choice but to buy it back. The teacher was very disappointed. She said, "If you sell meat, you can change the bones." Before I could explain, the door suffocated with a "bang" sounded like a high wall in front of me. At that time, I thought that the teacher also had unreasonable times. Later I realized that in the era of scarcity of materials, the human body was so eager for oil and water. A pound of meat tickets was the monthly oil and water! The knowledge we learned in
Middle School is quite limited, which is confirmed by the results of the entrance examination. The students in our class are quite far from the college entrance examination admission line. The classmates took the hoe of their parents and kept the crops densely and prosperous. I couldn't help but leave the mountain village and wrote a letter to Principal Zhou of the middle school I didn't know, expressing my desire to study. Principal Zhou took me in. This admission became an opportunity for me to move towards today. After going to college in middle school, the feeling of happiness always accompanies me.
At the age of fourteen, my mother started to arrange marriage for me. She used the example of her becoming her father and wife at the age of fourteen. If she didn't do it quickly, the girls in the mountains would be snatched away by others. My mother hopes that I will make plans for my marriage early. She asked someone to introduce several girls to meet me. My listless look made the girls feel that I was sick, but I was secretly happy that the plot was successful. My angered mother scolded me and ignored my marriage, and I felt like I was liberated. To be honest, it’s not that the girls are bad, but that I, who are used to seeing the mountains, strongly desire to get out of the mountains, so that I went against my mother’s wishes again and again. When my mother saw Afang, who almost became a daughter-in-law, married someone else and hugged a chubby doll, she couldn't help but burst into tears. I felt a sense of guilt. I realized that I had indeed broken my mother's heart. In fact, the marriage problem will be solved sooner or later. My own survival foundation has not been laid yet. How can I support a family? That year I walked out of the mountains, but my mother didn't forgive me until her death.
Walking into the city, I swim around in the water like a happy fish. I once had a dream of being a writer. I went to knock on the door of the muse, went to correspondence courses at the School of Literature, went to the Dayan Horticultural Field to attend a writing meeting, went to the library to read literary works, and went to the literary club to make friends with literary friends. One of the literary friends named Ah Hong met me in the spring of 1988. She said: "My family lives on the shore of Shuanglong Lake in Yibin. It is dilapidated and poetic. I hope that in a century, people will appreciate it as much as Du Fu's thatched cottage." I had a religious sentiment towards her at that time. Qushui Liushang talks about Su Huang, Wuhou Temple talks about Jinguan, Ziyan watches stone carvings, Hang coffins in the village... I once imagined the beauty of future life. Later, she was unable to take her away due to some subjective and objective reasons. She married in the grasslands of western Sichuan, and the water flows and longs for a long time. For more than 30 years, she has told many replies that it is hard to express her lovesickness.
has worked. I know my colleague Alan. She gave me a pomegranate and we grew up on campus. When it was time to discuss marriage, she found an opportunity to go back and discuss with her parents. I sent her to Yibin . She took a boat from Hejiangmen to Hejiang River in Luzhou, and then took a ferry to cross the river and transfer home.Unfortunately, the car fell into the valley on a ramp 30 kilometers away from home, and no Alan ever since. During that rainy season, I had a bitterness accumulated in my chest, and the pain in my heart made me feel like I was soaked in water. I never thought about it and never forgot it, but I kept silently glorious in my heart.
Arong came to me and had more understanding of marriage and love. She got married and had children, and since then she took on the burden of the family. It has been ten years since my mother was worried about my marriage. Fortunately, my mother couldn't stop smiling when she saw her filial and virtuous daughter-in-law and her well-behaved granddaughter, and my guilt gradually felt relieved.
I have walked from birth to today, and a gentle sigh condensed thousands of words. When the villagers met, they asked, "Are you still the one who has eaten feces?" I struggled desperately for survival, and crawled forward for life in the restless world. I once thought of being a big shot and being a big shot, but the practice of life tells me that I am just a drop in the ocean. Now, with a peaceful state of mind, we will send the sun and the moon away safely and usher in a new day. When you are frustrated, think about "The Stars Light the Lamp", and when you are successful, think about " will win ".
The past self is not the present self, the mirror self is still myself. I smiled at myself in the mirror, and I smiled at him.
11dian No. Tan Changqian
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