Second, a brief description of life-an ordinary birth and a carefree childhood.

Lunar calendar1July 4th, 973, a day very close to July 7th, when Yong Dong met with the Weaving Girl Bridge, and July 7th, Ghost Festival 15, he was born in the remnant vein of Dabie Mountain, an agricultural county dominated by plains, and a rural area in Hubei with per capita arable land less than one acre.

I don't know if it is because these two days are too close, and I don't know if it is a coincidence. This unlucky man, his love life is ups and downs, and he has also experienced many magical subversive past events!

Most people's happiness when they grow up will be restricted and influenced by economic conditions, but childhood happiness is simple and simple, and only childhood happiness has nothing to do with the economy. Although I didn't wear any good clothes when I was a child, I sometimes felt that I didn't have enough to eat, but I didn't feel how bitter and poor I was, because many families in rural areas were like this at that time. Wandering in the countryside, herding cattle to catch fish, playing games, playing hide and seek, picking lotus flowers, picking water chestnuts and helping adults, childhood is leisurely and long, and childhood is spent day by day in simple happiness.

I still remember one day when I was a child, my parents carried the cut tree and soaked it in the ditch in front of my yard (soak it for a while and take it out to remove the bark, the wood will be strong and easy to use). What's playing on the village radio? The adults are crying. My mother put a black veil on me when I was standing by the ditch and told me that Chairman Mao had passed away. I didn't cry. At that time, I was 3 years old, too young to have any idea about Chairman Mao and death. Now the ditch in front of my hometown is gone, and it has been filled with mud and years.

I still remember the Tangshan earthquake that year. I was 3 years old, and all the people in the village built earthquake-resistant sheds on the dirt road in front of my house. Our children are so happy to move from bed to bed that they feel lively and fun, and even feel that it is not bad to live in an earthquake shed forever. Later, my father told his family about the country's call to immigrate to Tangshan. Maybe life at home is too sad. My father wants to change his life through immigration. If it weren't for the distance between Qian Shan and Tangshan, it would be too far. Maybe I may have a Tangshan accent now.

My sister is six years older than me and takes care of me like a little mother. Once in early spring, we used a bamboo dustpan to catch fish and loach in a small ditch, that is, we pushed the dustpan to the bottom of the water, blocked the gap between the dustpan and the ditch with mud, and then stirred the water with our feet from far away, so we could harvest many small fish and loach. I got a lot of harvest that day. I caught more than half a barrel, mainly loach. I was a little ecstatic. I slipped on the wet ditch stem and a bucket of harvested fruit was poured back into the water. My elder sister was so angry that she hit me hard and then made me cry in distress.

I still remember herding cattle with my sister. We sat on the back of the buffalo, and the cow stood in the river and ate grass along the shore. Half of the cow's body is immersed in water, and sometimes our feet are also immersed in water; I swim across a fish from time to time, even a somewhat scary water snake. Although it is in the water, for us children who have soaked in the southern water, there is no fear, only novelty and excitement. Unfortunately, I didn't learn to play the flute at that time, otherwise the shepherd boy would play the flute as naturally and beautifully as in the painting.

When I grow up, sometimes I will herd cattle alone, and sometimes I will play other roles for buffalo. Buffalo can swim, but they are not afraid of water chestnuts or thorns on the stems of lotus leaves. The most important thing is that they are not afraid of aquatic plants in the pond, so sometimes I ride a cow to the depths of the lotus pond to pick lotus flowers and water chestnuts. However, it doesn't go well every time. Once, the buffalo was entangled in the middle of the lotus pond and could not walk or advance or retreat. At that time, cattle were the important property of several farmers, and there was no room for any mistakes. I had to venture up and down from the cow's back to the water to clean up the weeds on the cow's legs, and finally the man and the cow landed safely.

Later, I sometimes risked my life to keep the cows from being in danger. In order to pick a lotus flower in the middle of a lotus pond full of aquatic plants, I will exert my superb swimming skills, take a breath in my stomach, float on the water, keep my feet out of the water, move my feet manually (to prevent being entangled by aquatic plants), and lie on the water like a frog to pick lotus flowers back and forth in a wide pond.

I stole things when I was a child. The only pear tree in the village is so attractive, and the immature pear is sweet in memory; The sweet potatoes that children secretly dug in the wild and baked in wildfire are still quite fragrant; I still remember the joy of a group of friends hiding in the broad bean field and the fear of being caught by adults. But there was no household contract at that time, and when it was a collective commune, it was considered as collective property. Is this stealing?

I still remember when I was 5-6 years old, adults were doing farm work and came home very late. In order to let my parents go home to eat directly and go to bed early, I stood on a stool and cooked at home. I trembled when I picked up the soup pot and burned my hands and feet. One hot summer night, my mother was holding me covered in blisters and I couldn't sleep for a long time, enjoying the cool outside. Now that I think about it, I don't feel bitter at all. It's all fun when I was a child.

As a child, I have the potential to think and dream.

I remember always dreaming that I could fly. In my dream, I can fly by waving my arms. When I wake up, I always think of the feeling of flying freely.

I often had the same dream when I was a child. I always dream that I am running in front with a pistol and a group of Japanese devils are beating me behind. Then the bullets ran out, and then I woke up. I hated the Japanese since I was a child, and I tried not to buy Japanese goods when I grew up.

I had a dream when I was very young, of course, before I went to school. I dreamed that there was a big toad in a closed cave, which had no exit and was wrapped in deep rocks. Toad is dreaming with his eyes closed, and the world and even the universe are just illusions in his dreams. When I woke up, I thought, this toad really has a dream. Do not wake up.