Goat Nosed Angel 2
You seem to remember that it was a famous saying of Archmedes: "Give me a pivot, I can move the earth.”
Once upon a time, I also wanted to " inspire the writing "," point out the country ", and " call the shots ". How I wished that someone could " give me a pivot " to " move the earth ". Things were really interesting.”Instead, he discovered that there was a " pivot ". You guys must really want to know, right?
The legend of this goat-nosed male angel had to start from the moment he left Flower Dew City. Brother Ah Hong's parents were the same as the tens of millions of farmers in China. They chose to give up the land that their ancestors had relied on for survival. They did not hesitate to bring their children with them. They left their hometown and drifted around. They worked hard everywhere. After Brother Ah Hong left Hualu City with his parents, they drifted around and made the world their home. Just like his parents, he lived in a dilapidated, six-sided, drafty shack and a smelly, dirty, sunless basement in the city. He lived a wandering life in various cities. In order to earn money, he had to join the ranks of his parents during the weekends. They were everywhere on the construction sites, on the dusty roads, and in the smelly sewers. Their hard-earned labor and low wages. There were laid-off female workers with bare walls, pitch-black eyes and helpless farmers who entered the city; There were foreigners who had left their homes, wandered outside, and were all alone. There were also extremely poor families with heavy foreign debts, poor families, and miserable families who had to support their children. To them, their greatest wish was to be able to find a blue sky in the city that could shelter them from the wind and rain. They even hoped that they could get the basic respect of the city people and not be discriminated against and ridiculed because they were from the countryside. Faced with these ants who were unable to extricate themselves mentally and financially, it was inevitable that they would be coldly looked down upon by the secular world. On the street, people were always pointing at them from afar. But what made Ah Hong angry was that there were students in school who saw him as if he was the god of plague. Not only did they avoid him far away, but they also covered their noses with their hands and said sarcastically, The homeroom teacher knew about Ah Hong's results and even ignored the main subject teacher.""Ha ha-you mean Ah Hong? How could this country bumpkin get good grades? "A sparrow in the mountains-never think of becoming a phoenix." Ah Hong was so angry that her lungs exploded when she heard this."Hehehe, country bumpkin, mountain folk? Who did you offend?" Miss Xiaoying couldn't hold it in any longer.""Preposterous! Are country bumpkins not human? He really looked down on others! You're such a bully!" Miss Yulu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What logic? No wonder you're angry! There was no such thing as a city man and a country bumpkin in China. Looking at the history of the people in the city of China, in fact, all the people in the city, even the people of the world, could not check three generations. If they were worried, they would check ten generations. Their ancestors were all country bumpkins without exception. Even the descendants of Zhu Yuanzhang, their emperor's ancestors, were from the countryside. Even the founder of our new dynasty, the old man, and many of the older generation of revolutionary workers came from the countryside. After careful analysis, this empty sense of superiority came from concealing his inferiority. The more people from the countryside and poor areas, the more they looked down on people from the countryside and poor areas if they did not receive a good upbringing. As the saying goes, one year is earth, two years is foreign, and three years is not father and mother. There was sweet potato feces in his fart and yellow mud on his feet. He couldn't even tell who his ancestors were. What a fake foreigner!" "Hehehe, how infuriating. From ancient times until now, the entire Great Xia of the world has been supported by the rough and hardworking hands of the villagers. Hehe, now it was strange. It was really the youngest grandmother worshipping her mother. This was bullying the sh * t eater.”
"Hehehe-Mountain kids, we were born and raised in the mountains. We are not any weaker than the children in the city. We aren't treasures of the present world, nor are we mixed-food insects that can eat and wear whatever they want. On the contrary, compared to city children, we, who were born and raised in the mountains, at least have a sense of survival advantage.”"The children in the mountains have long become masters," Ah Hong said with emotion. Hardworking, hardworking, and being grateful to his parents was a great advantage.”From a young age, she would go up the mountain with her mother or neighbor's children to cut grass, herd cattle, and pull pig grass. The unforgettable farming season was busy in May, and we farmers were also very busy, still remembering it as new. Just as Bai Juyi said,
In May, the people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered the yellow area of Longshan. The mother-in-law carried a tray of food, and the children carried a pot of water. He went with him to the fields, and the able-bodied men were in Nangang. My feet are hot and rustic, and my back is burning with fire. I don't know the heat when I'm tired, but I cherish the long summer. And there was a poor woman with a son in her arms beside him. His right hand held the tassel left behind, and his left hand hung a worn basket. Listen to their conversation, the listener is sad. The family's land tax has been exhausted, pick up this to fill the stomach. What merit do I have now? I've never been a farmer. The official salary is 300 stone, and there is surplus grain every year. In May, the cuckoo chirped, and the cuckoo played like a piccolo. The crisp sound of one or two cuckoos circled the sky above the village, spreading the joyous song of sowing all the way.
This "flute sound" was captivating, and a scene of joy and harvest immediately appeared in people's minds: In the endless farmland, the wheat was rolling like piles of broken gold. The sunlight was like tinfoil, jumping on the wheat waves.
The children from the countryside had grown up in such brocades. Every time the cuckoo chirped, the wheat in the fields seemed to be inlaid with gold overnight. The village girl became the imperial concubine, gorgeous and graceful. As the saying goes, three autumns are not as busy as one wheat. The farmer jumped and broke his hamstring. He bent over tiredly. It was hard to breathe, and there was blood in his mouth. Who knows that the food on the plate, every grain is hard, how can parents forget food and clothing? The farmers 'toil was burning in the red season of May, and everything was rippling with the cuckoo. The farmers were so busy that their feet did not touch the ground. When they got up in the morning and put on their pants, they did not have time to wipe their faces or comb their hair. They were so tired that it was dark. The wheat was about to be harvested, the corn and cotton were about to be sowed, the eggplant, melon, vegetables, soybeans, and white beans were about to go up the mountain. More importantly, they were about to transplant the seedlings and snatch the water like snatching treasures. On the eve of the harvest, the children had a glorious and great task: to guard the wheat by the wheat field and chase after the birds that came to steal food. The children were happy with this task. They first tied the straw doll, put it in red clothes and straw hat, tied a long streamer behind it, and inserted the watchman into the field with a long bamboo pole. When the sparrow saw it, it thought it was a human. Hehe, it was quite useful. Some very intelligent birds saw through the people's conspiracy, so they had nothing to fear. They even flew on the heads of the straw dolls to compete with the humans. There were many children holding long bamboo poles or slingshots, running around the wheat fields in a very proud manner. The wind blew, and the wheat waves rolled. Wave after wave, they spread out like yellow silk, drowning the little people. They were proud that they had become golden ears of wheat. That scene was an eternal monument for the children in the countryside. It was engraved in their memories and would be difficult to erase.
During the day, the children stepped on the summer heat, with the May sun above their heads. They held a small sickle and gathered under the flag of the Red Moon of May. They joined the adults 'wheat harvesting army and reaped the wheat at the edge of the field. They shouted the chant of labor and began to ride the horse stance, overestimating their own abilities to compete with the adults. Once he lost, he would cry." Sob sob-who asked you to run ahead of me, sob sob-" The adult stood up and teased,""Xiao Xiao Crying Man, go to the market tomorrow and buy a pound of meat to fry. If it's fragrant, we'll invite auntie. If it's smelly, we'll invite uncle. Uncle isn't home, so we'll invite auntie. If auntie doesn't come, we'll close the door and curse. The child was still crying while wiping his nose, so the adults teased him again." Little Crying Boy, go to the market tomorrow and buy a pound of meat to fry. There's more muscle and less fat. Put it in the pot with three spatulas. It's crispy and fragrant. If you don't come, I'll meow meow…Hahaha!" The child took advantage of the adults 'amusement and gathered all his strength to run and cut along the edge of the field."Hehe…" Looking at Daren, he laughed."Hahaha, are you faster or am I faster? Hahaha!" Daren turned his head." Ha ha ha, are you taking a rocket or a plane? Ha ha ha!" The people around him also started laughing." Work for fun." The laughter of this battle with Red Moon was really everywhere.
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