It was a winter, 1938 or 1939, no one knew, on the banks of the Yulin River, the winter in Chongqing was very cold most of the time, and the cold air invaded the bones. Wan's cotton coat was modified from his father's big cotton coat. melon-skin hat drooped and blocked his ears. His mother led the way in front. Wan had never walked through this road. The river was very narrow, and there were small roads on both sides of the river. I saw that the road and the river were bent to the end, but when I walked over, I turned out and turned away, as if there was no end forever. Hong Kong East Sichuan Most of the hills, the paths are also undulating. You can't reach too high places, you can't see the countless hills spreading to the end, you can't see where the road under your feet will lead, and even where you go 100 meters later is unpredictable.
The road when the river flowed quietly, Wan felt that he could not walk at all. Looking at his mother's back and messy hair, he wanted to cry, but he understood that no matter how fierce the mother's steps were, he would not stop.
mother and son walked silently, and their mother said, "We will never come back. We will go to the upper reaches of the river, from Chongqing to the boundary of Dazhou ." Wan didn't understand very well, but there have been too many things recently. He was like a small boat, pushed and shaking forward. He can no longer go down the river to catch crabs with Ping in the future. He thought, and suddenly an interesting thought emerged from his heart: Maybe in summer, I will pee in the upper reaches, and I will flow down, and wait for Pingwa to go to the river to scoop up and drink. Wanbuzi slowed down and paused, a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he accelerated his pace in an instant.
million and mother, and people in the village don’t know that this river is a bit big, and everyone calls it Changhe, but it also has a more domineering name, Yulinhe. Maybe 600 years ago today, Jianwen Emperor was also walking upstream on the same path, hiding something and looking for something.
Suffering has long come to China. Wan was about six or seven years old at this time. Their home is still dozens of kilometers away from Chongqing city. He could not feel this catastrophe, but there were too many big things nearby. The first thing was that his father passed away and his mother had already cried and shed tears. I don’t know how my father died. I heard that my mother said that there was a dispute between her and her uncle. My uncle and aunt went to burn paper and sue the evil, and King of Hell took my father away.
Their house and fields were also taken away by my uncle. Wan knew that they were homeless, so he kept walking on a strange path, heading to a strange destination, without taking anything, except for sadness and fatigue in his body and mind.
