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Preface to Volume One
It takes great courage to write an autobiography. I don't feel that I have anything worth proclaiming, just as I find my shortcomings and strengths. My only reason is that I am different from anyone else in the world. Perhaps I am fully prepared to describe my life.
Because I'm also a member of society, I have to live. I have to interact with all kinds of people. I also have my own life circle. It's inevitable that I have to mention some people's names, and this unreliable little move is very likely to affect my future life. I'm really a little worried that one day they will hold me accountable. What should I do? In order to avoid putting myself in a difficult situation or even being sued by others, I was more accustomed to using a pseudonym. Even if someone wanted to get some inappropriate revelation from me, they could only end up with a helpless ending. That was all. I was just finding a reason to absolve myself of responsibility. Perhaps someone would immediately stand up and say that I'm irresponsible. Men are already very tired. Two shoulders have already taken on too much responsibility and suffering. Let him be. God called me, and I was obliged to ascend to heaven. If I couldn't ascend to heaven, I might as well go to hell and be companions with the evil devil, Pluto. Perhaps it would be more suitable for my fate.
Helen and Don Juan have decided to go their separate ways, why should we still worry about their future? Just like the story of the prince and Cinderella, there was no afterword, but we preferred this kind of short-lived beauty, like a shooting star, there was always a fleeting beauty and grandeur.
One of my childhood memories
Although the devil of memory often played tricks on us, it was inevitable that it would leave some traces behind. There were suffering, beauty, joy, and helplessness. Our childhood has long been out of our sight. It is more of a painful memory, but it is often mentioned by us because that period of time is the best period of life. Perhaps it's because children nowadays are developing well. They can sing and dance well at the age of two to three, and they can even speak fluent English. They are proficient in both speaking, learning, teasing, and singing. At the age of five, they can recite 300 Tang poems. Perhaps this is called the progress of the times, but I think they lack some kind of innocence and innocence that childhood should have.
Life and reality had already caused many children to bid farewell to the happiness that they should have at their age. This might be their sorrow. Alas, the situation forced them to increase their competitiveness by 4% a year through early education. These uncute numbers made them feel overwhelmed, and "reducing their burden" finally became empty talk. I'm glad that I lived in an era where I had a carefree childhood, an innocent mind, and many so-called creative toys, such as playing with mud, throwing stones, occupying Taiwan, and the wolf breaking the sheep. Although it wasn't advanced and didn't have any technological content, it still accompanied me through that beautiful era.
Wahaha AD calcium milk, Coca-Cola and Sachima, Mengniu and Yili. My nephew (5 years old) and niece (2 years old) always talk about McDonald's and KFC. I've only heard about it in recent years. They drink more water---boiled water or even water from wells. They eat more rice. Sometimes eating white flour has become a luxury. According to people now, it's worse than what pigs eat, but now they're very healthy. On the contrary, children these days did not have to worry about food and drink. They were sick of eating big fish and meat. If they got a small illness, such as a cold or fever, they would spend thousands of yuan. Their bodies were really fragile, and they were a generation that had collapsed…
My childhood part two, the crystallization of legendary love
My view of love was more or less influenced by my parents. They met by chance, and it was also by chance that I met my girlfriend. That ten years of unrest that shocked China and the rest of the world, the whole country denounced the "five black categories", which directly caused my father to be forced to marry late. From my grandfather's generation, our family could only be considered rich farmers with only a few dozen acres of land. It was very barren. Who asked for bad luck? My father and uncle are innocent. So in my childhood memories, when aunt and uncle quarreled, sometimes they even used the landlord's hat to talk about things. It was really ridiculous.
My mother's hometown was in Sichuan. It was said that the economic situation there was not very good (my grandmother's family had seven children, I had five uncles and one aunt), so many Sichuan girls went north in search of a new life.
It was as if someone was waiting for you in the dark. According to the investigation, they only met once every 40,000 times. Of course, the premise was that they didn't know each other. If they got married, it was one in ten thousand. My mother left her hometown, Qu County, just like that. Probably, the car ride was free at that time. After crossing mountains and rivers, my mother finally came to a poor mountain village in Nanyang City, Henan Province-my hometown, Jin Ying. I don't know if this is a coincidence of history or the magic of my hometown attracted my mother. Perhaps my hometown does have the capital to show off. Its economy is not very developed, even after 30 years of reform and opening up, it is still very ordinary, but its natural landscape has always attracted my attention. Not long ago, I heard that there was going to be a tourism development zone, and there were even rumors about a vegetable base. In the end, it only became the topic of conversation for some meddlesome people. From 2006 to 2010, these rumors were really nonsensical. Up until now, 2010 has passed step by step, but the rumors have constantly changed versions. I am still wandering in Shen Zhen, I really hope that my hometown can fly like a phoenix one day.
There was a large bamboo garden on the east side of the village. The environment there was really beautiful. The birds chirped all year round. I used to visit that place with a few bird-catching experts in the village. Sometimes, we would get lost. Although the area was not large, it was very disoriented. There was a well in the middle of the bamboo garden. Every time we passed by it, we were always worried that a man-eating snake would jump out from it. A few years ago, when we went to see it, we still had lingering fears. I don't know if it was the aftermath of watching horror movies. " Our village makes a living by growing and selling vegetables. It's said that this place used to be a lush forest, and clusters of grape racks were placed at the gate. My predecessors worked hard with hoes and shovels to dig wells and cultivate the land. In the end, this place became a fertile field where vegetables could be grown. I was moved by the great Divine Power of humans, and I also missed the beauty of the grapes and peach trees there. Perhaps such a scene could only appear in my dreams.
My topic seemed to have strayed from the core of the problem I was about to describe. Father and mother met just like that. Was it fate's guidance, or was it history's creation? Perhaps I should ask my mother, but she didn't seem to be able to explain it clearly. I've already come to this world, healthy and loving. I'm the eldest son, so I naturally receive better treatment. At least my mother's milk was rich. She raised me with sweet milk, which was more valuable than any milk powder or nutritional supplements. Thinking about how children were troubled by milk powder all day long, the Sanlu incident in 2008 was over, but recently, there were rumors of the discovery of Melamine incidents, and there were rumors that Shengyuan milk powder caused premature puberty. I really didn't like milk powder. In order to maintain their figure, modern women weaned their children early and let them eat all kinds of milk powder and nutritional products. It's really a little selfish. No wonder children nowadays are weak. I think it has something to do with weaning too early. Actually, I went through the information. It's best for children to maintain milk feeding for six months. It's crucial for the child's growth and is also beneficial for the recovery of a woman's figure.
My childhood (3)
His childhood stories were remarkable, and many of them were unforgettable. On the afternoon of March 23rd, 2008, the "Childlike Innocence" of the Flying 971 Girls 'Show in Shen Zhen touched my childhood memories. So I once again spread the wings of fantasy and recalled the bits and pieces of my childhood. It was an interesting supplement to my childhood life.
The neighbors, or rather, the tiger aunt at the village entrance, once told me that I once carried my lovely little sister to the town to go to the market. I really had no impression of it. Although my family had a strong preference for girls, because my mother always hoped that I was a girl, this formed my natural habit of loving girls. I had a sentimental talent in my bones, so I once dreamed of becoming a wandering poet.(The dream was finally shattered by the cruel reality. San Mao is one of the wandering poets I yearn for the most.) I really don't have much of an impression of these stories, but I really miss these days, just like how I once missed "Dinosaur Stunt Kexer". This was probably the earliest cartoon TV series I came into contact with. As for Brother Ikkyu and Doraemon (aka Doraemon), they were also very traditional cartoons, and even the Seven Gourd Brothers. At that time, we looked forward to 5:30 in the afternoon because that was the time to watch cartoons.
Life in the countryside was very busy. Her parents had always been working hard to make a living. Her father was a bricklayer. He built high-rise buildings for others all day long regardless of the wind and rain. Her mother took care of all the work in the fields and at home. Growing vegetables was especially troublesome. She had dedicated most of her life to the land. Now that her health was not as good as before, she gradually stopped growing vegetables. When she was young, she felt that they were really hard working. She woke up early and slept late. Fortunately, she was in good health and could withstand the stars and the moon. Therefore, she was forced to learn how to cook and cut vegetables when she was very young. It could be considered as reducing the burden on her parents a little.
However, the story that I still remember is the time when I carried my little brother on my back to climb the mountain. Perhaps my little brother can't remember it clearly. It was a summer day. My playmates and I were swimming at the barrage. We finally felt that life was boring. Our leader suggested climbing the mountain. The journey was long and we had to walk 12 miles. We had never been to that place before. It was the legendary Mount Mo. The name was ridiculous. We heard that there was a horse trough there, which became our target. It was said that Wang Mang had once passed Mount Mo when he chased Liu Xiu. He led a BMW there to drink water. Time passed quickly. I wonder if the horse trough is still there? Unfortunately, my younger brother lost his sandals. I carried him for 12 miles in a pair of sandals, and it became a good story among my playmates. When we went there, we didn't find anything. However, we never found the legendary horse trough, but it left a beautiful memory. We only felt that the place where the flowers bloomed was another sky.
It was said that I was once a naughty child. Since I was born, I seemed to be very active. Could this be the legendary hyperactivity disorder? In fact, this was different from my later love of catching birds. Although there was a saying that playing with things would destroy one's ambition, I still didn't think much of it. Listening to the chirping of birds (if there were birds), enjoying the nourishment of the sun, and smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants were so different kinds of enjoyment.
Her mother was hardworking and capable. She took care of all the work in the fields and at home. She was busy all day, which really led to her premature aging. The heavy workload had bred a fiery temper. Coupled with his grandmother's teachings," Parents are the law," it was inevitable that he would be beaten up in his childhood. However, all of this did not hinder my pursuit of childhood happiness.
In my heart, I could deeply feel that my mother loved me, and this kind of love was unreserved. I think she hit me mostly because she loved me too much, mostly because I was naughty. I remember that time when I went to the river to play with fire and accidentally burned a hole in my new shoes. When I came back, I couldn't help but be beaten up. I still remember it clearly and learned to cherish it. After all, life in the countryside at that time wasn't very good. Everyone had no money in their pockets. The spring breeze of reform and opening up has already spread across the land of China, and our small mountain village is no exception. However, it seems that the villagers have more retained the rural life of men farming and women weaving. It seems that the so-called modernisation and economic prosperity have nothing to do with it.
She missed her childhood. Being poor was not the only thing that mattered. Perhaps the most important thing for children was happiness. They could play to their heart's content, get carried away, and play until they were dizzy. Children nowadays were not so lucky because there were classes today and classes tomorrow. Whenever they were free, there seemed to be so-called classes for them to choose from. Computer classes, dance classes, Olympiad math sprint classes, piano classes. It was tiring. It was not easy for children these days.
Back in my era, playing with mud seemed to be more interesting than the toys of today. The materials were taken on the spot, and there was no waste of materials and resources. They even played games of losing pieces and wolves breaking sheep. Times have changed, and more people are throwing themselves into more illusory games. Children no longer like to study, but rather, they love online games. Alas! The Eagle Catches the Chicks and hide-and-seek were very fun. I hid in a dark corner and let my friends shout until their throats were broken. When the sun set, I was nowhere to be seen. I came out alone to enjoy the joy of success. My friends dispersed, and I returned home like a triumphant hero.
The familiar figure appeared at the door again. Oh no, he was going to be beaten again. Looking at the stars in the sky, that vicious gaze stared at me. Could it be that he wanted to eat me? My heart was pounding non-stop. Suddenly, she said," Go back to sleep. You must come back early next time!"”It was a false alarm. Thank God, thank my mother who has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. However, I had no memory. The next day, my nephew lit a lantern. My old uncle left early and returned late.
I'm probably famous for being mischievous. This is a child's natural expression. I don't think it's a big deal. When I was two years old, I went to my grandmother's house with my mother. This was the only time I went to Sichuan in 26 years, and it was also the last time I saw my grandmother. It was said that my grandmother rode a crane to the west, so whenever others sang "Grandma's Penghu Bay," I didn't feel much. I also stayed at my aunt's house in Sichuan for a while. I was probably too angry and actually punched a hole in my cousin's forehead. This was only what my mother told me later because I didn't have any complete memories at that time. I had written this incident into my childhood memories many times to publicize it. It was not to publicize violence, but I felt that the people at that time were really cute. I didn't know what my cousin felt at that time. He hated me, or was it that it was never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, or that he had long forgotten.
I grew up healthily under the love of my father and mother, but I have to admit that my father had a deeper influence on my character. It was a subtle influence because most of the time it was my mother who educated me. He seemed to love to keep a straight face. In the description of his father, he seemed to be very deep and serious. Could this be a characteristic of the Chinese Dynasty? In principle, he doesn't ask about my matters. It seems that he has such a concept that everything goes with the flow. He never scolded us, but there were exceptions. I will describe them later, but in my heart, I was still afraid of my father. I was more willing to be close to my mother. Up until now, I was more willing to share my pain and happiness with my mother. I never thought of my father. I thought that my father loved me. However, a father in China doesn't need to express too much. I just feel the influence my father has on my character and the shape of my character.
My childhood had unknowingly come to an end, but in this last year, something happened that brought pain to my body and soul. I sat in front of my house and looked at the blue sky, white clouds, birds singing, leisurely!
A child fell down, covered his bleeding wound and cried loudly. I don't know who threw a stone on my head. From then on, I seemed to bear a grudge. It turned out to be the legendary war between the east and the west. The river was the boundary. The east side of the river was called the east side of the river, and the west side of the river was called the west side of the river. This war lasted for many years until we started junior high school. Because at that time, many of us were in the west of the river, the junior high school on Angao Street. The scene was quite grand. It was unknown whether everyone was influenced by the television at that time or something else. In short, it was very interesting. Both sides had more than 40 people and horses. They had no choice but to throw stones at each other for 2-3 hours. Then, they charged. The winner rushed to the other party's village like a stray dog. It was a very embarrassing scene.
Today, I intentionally mentioned this unexpected disaster again, just to make others smile. Just like how Kong Yiji's scar was often used as a prop for others to make fun of. If each of us can't create beauty in the world, it's wonderful to have more smiles. The wound had already healed, but how could the scar left in the heart heal? Unless God created humans again, that would be very terrible.
No matter how wonderful my childhood was, it finally came to an end. Perhaps for me, it was more about my history of studying. The road ahead was still very long. Society was a big school. I had just stepped onto the road of society. There were more bloody storms waiting for me in front. Perhaps this book was even more difficult for me to read. Actually, I have a memory of stealing in my childhood. I don't know if it's worth recording. It seems that many people have this tendency in their childhood, especially the children in the countryside. However, the vast majority of people are like me. At that time, stealing was half fun, and the other half was due to the hardships of childhood. I originally wanted to describe a few things related to stealing, such as stealing watermelons to eat. I went to someone else's watermelon field with a few of the village's destruction kings, stared at the scorching sun at noon, and began to act. At that time, it was strange. Some of the unripe ones didn't eat it themselves, so they stomped it into pieces. So we stole watermelons like ghosts entering the village. It was not a big deal. Finally, we were caught red-handed again. We stole tomatoes and peaches. It seemed that as long as we wanted to eat them, we would solve it in the form of stealing in childhood. But those days were really carefree
My childhood (4) New Year's memories
There were also many things that he was not proud of in his childhood, and he did not even understand. Just as Yang Bailao said, His daughter had flowers to wear. I was wondering why the children in the neighborhood had candy to eat, but I never had any. It was because I was born to be honest and didn't know how to make up lies, so I never had any candy to eat.
The New Year should be the happiest time for me because I can eat candy, meat, and white flour. More importantly, my mother will prepare a new set of clothes for me. My old clothes were already tattered and tattered, and I didn't feel embarrassed at all. However, the temptation of new clothes could not be resisted. So, he looked forward to it, and finally, it was the New Year. From the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, his father began to prepare for the New Year's goods. He did not build a house outside these few days. He walked step by step towards the New Year.
Twenty-three: Small Whip (Kang Fire Burn). Firecrackers are very tempting to children, and fire is also very tempting to me. When I eat the fire, I go to the neighbor's house to pick up firecrackers and then take them back to set off myself. I can set off many firecrackers with a stick of incense. I have a lot of fun.
Sweeping the house on the 24th. In our old tile-roofed house, we hadn't cleaned the four walls for a year. Dad borrowed a very long broom from the neighbor and covered everything with a cloth. He began to sweep carefully, not letting go of any corner. He spent the New Year quietly.
25. Grind tofu. My grandparents are masters of grinding tofu. I have forgotten the specific process. Anyway, I remember that my grandparents started to walk around the mill. After a while, there was tofu pudding. It was very delicious. There was tofu. A whole piece was enough to eat for more than ten days.
On the 26th, he went to cut meat. On this day, his parents would not only get up early to sell vegetables on the street, but they would also buy a piece of meat from the street. Everyone wanted to improve their lives during the new year. The children were very excited. Although it was very little, they would eat it in their hearts and would never forget it for the rest of their lives.
Twenty-seven kills of old chickens. The rooster that I had reared for a year was finally placed on the table, ready to sacrifice its body at any time. However, in my memory, my family rarely killed chickens. I bought the rooster for salt, and kept the hen for eating and selling eggs. To my childhood, eating chicken was a luxury. It was only when his mother was anemia-stricken that he would unwillingly kill chickens to nourish his body.
On the twenty-eighth day of the month, after his parents sold out the vegetables, they came back early to steam dates, sugar buns, and vegetable buns.
On the twenty-ninth day, he would go and get some wine. His father would go and buy some wine. After all, the guests who came for the New Year had to drink.
Stay up late to celebrate the New Year on the 30th.
The first day of the New Year was the most important day of the year. The beginning of the year symbolized hope. In the morning, they first got up early and put on beautiful flowery clothes, ate a bowl of poached eggs cooked by their mother, and then followed their father to the graves of the old masters and grandmothers to worship. The scene of worship seemed to become a ritual year after year. First, they set off a string of firecrackers near the grave, then they started to burn ghost coins, such as pork and youtiao. They told the ancestors that they should eat and drink well, and that they should bless the whole family with health and happiness. After coming back, she followed her father to visit the family. She didn't usually have the chance to visit, so she took advantage of this opportunity to catch up with everyone and talk about family matters. As it was a long way, she walked. After a lap, she was just in time for lunch. Mom had already prepared a hot and sumptuous lunch for us to enjoy...
A Miserable Childhood (5) Learning to Stand on Her Own
His parents were the epitome of the most simple farmers in China. They were conservative and content with their destiny. They didn't like to work hard. They were simple, generous, and hardworking.
As far as I could remember, they seemed to wake up very early. In the summer, they would wake up at about 5:30 am. At dawn, they would carry hoes, buckets, or pull a rickshaw towards their private plot. After walking for about 10 minutes, they began a new day of work.
The days repeated themselves, and his parents started their own lives in the early morning. There were all kinds of vegetables planted on the private plots, and there was endless farm work all year round. Growing vegetables was more than ten times more troublesome than growing crops. From sowing to sprouting, to moving the seedlings, to weeding and fertilising, to watering, to ripening, every step had to be done carefully. Only by doing it step by step could there be a good harvest. Therefore, the added value of vegetables was relatively high. My family's basic expenses and living expenses all depend on the nearly 1 mu of vegetables planted. No matter the wind and rain, no matter the drought or the rainy season, this 1 mu of vegetable field nurtures our family, so we have deep feelings for this land.
Time passed by slowly. At around 7:30 pm, his father still had to go to the construction site. He and his mother brought back the vegetables that had been cleaned. His father casually made breakfast while his mother cleaned the vegetables. She washed what needed to be washed and tied up what needed to be tied up. Our rice straw and vegetables are priced at the same price.
At around 7:50, his father went to build a house after dinner. He used bricks to build buildings for others, but he lived in a tile-roofed house until 1983. His mother pulled the rickshaw to the street at about eight o'clock. Fortunately, she had her own territory on the street, and she began to sell vegetables at her usual place.
Usually, at noon, when his father came home from work and his mother had sold out the vegetables, whoever came back first would cook.
After dinner, his father rested for a while before going back to work. His mother also rested for a while before going to the fields to look at the vegetables.
Twilight finished cleaning up the last bit of light. His father came back after finishing his work, and his mother finished her work in the fields. They were still the ones who came back first to cook.
The days began a new cycle. As my parents were often busy, my sister-in-law and I learned to cook when we were very young and learned to help my mother with some family matters. It was not until I entered high school that this life ended. Cooking and washing clothes were skills that had to be mastered long ago.。。
(School starts next period)
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