Zhu Hu: I don’t know why Zhu Hu is called Zhu Hu, but I know why I am called me.

Before I was seven years old, our village was called "Sandbag". I knew exactly why it was called this name, and I was a little proud of it.

Because there is a sandy land with a radius of several kilometers in the north of our village. The sandy land is really majestic. There is a green and dense peanut vine growing on the sandy land. As long as one Thinking of the word "sandbag" makes you feel rich.

My family lives in the westernmost part of the village. Almost all our activities are facing the east: the morning sun, the roaring river, the vast tracts of cotton, rice, wheat, and my mother’s school. , a small town with an auditorium, a dock where ships docked...

So, at that time, I almost never looked to the west, and never thought about it, as if the east was the world and everything.

In fact, villages at that time were not called villages, but brigade. Each brigade had several production teams, or squads, and all production tasks were arranged by the squad leader. We are the fourth production team of the sandbag brigade.

When I was seven years old, our team and the fifth team were separated from the sandbag brigade, and then, seemingly in an instant, many people immigrated from nowhere. They were to the west and south of my home, and also A lot of houses were built in a direction that I could hardly see, and we became the "Zhuhu Brigade" together with those from other places.

Everything has changed, my center of activity has changed, the place my heart longs for has changed, my world has changed.

I turned my gaze to the west: large paddy fields, irregular lotus ponds, sparkling water plants, the sky and the horizon...

It seemed like those who didn’t know where to come. It was brought here by the people who carried it.

To this day, I don’t know why it is called Zhuhu. There is really no reason. It is obviously green, so brightly green, so why is it called Zhuhu? But if it were not called Zhuhu, what could it be called? It's so endless, so mysterious, and so gratuitous. If it wasn't called Zhuhu, what else could it be called?

The school I longed for but was not allowed to enter suddenly appeared at the door of my grandma’s house, but it was not Sandao Primary School, but Zhuhu Primary School. This school seemed to be built especially for me, yes, It's right at the door of grandma's house.

This matter is too important to me. I have to have a scientific name. I can't go to school with the name they call me casually. I have to have a formal name.

First of all, I have to determine my surname. Our family’s surname is very complicated: my grandma’s surname is Zheng, my grandpa’s surname is Zhao, but my grandpa is considered a descendant, my uncle, mother and aunt are all surnamed Zheng, and only my aunt has the surname. Grandpa’s surname is Zhao.

However, the pies named after my uncle, mother, and aunt all belong to the Zhao family, so starting from my mother’s generation, our family’s pie is different from the local Zheng family’s pie. The Zheng family surnamed Zhao family continues to our generation.

My mother’s surname is Zheng, my father’s surname is Li, and my father is considered as the daughter-in-law. But my brother was taken to his hometown by his father when he was very young. He followed his grandparents and his surname was Li.

I originally had two nicknames. It was raining lightly on the day I was born, so my mother casually called me "Xiaoyu", and my grandfather solemnly brought the name "Liangyu" from my hometown.

Except for my brother who calls me "Liangyu", everyone else calls me "Xiaoyu" because his name is "Liangquan". In a family with his grandmother as the core, he is really lonely and needs someone. accomplice.

What is certain is that I will not use these two names as scientific names. I like the name of my eldest cousin very much. Her name is Zheng Xianjun. Her mother named her. It is her grandmother’s surname. Grandpa’s pie.

There is also the word "jun", which is both the "jun" of a gentleman and the "jun" of a king. A series of thought activities occurred in my heart, and I decided to ask my eldest cousin to take this name back: "This is the name my mother gave me, please give it back to me!"

My eldest cousin was noncommittal, but my mother stood still He told her side: "You can't give me a name. My sister has already called me. You have to give me a new name."

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To be honest, even though I’ve been thinking about her name for a long time, I’m not sure I can get her back if I ask. I’m just testing it out to see if it’s possible.

“Then I’ll do it myself. "I told my mother. I was afraid that they would give me a random name. Just like I didn't want to leave my destiny to others, I needed to plan this important thing myself.

First of all, my surname must be Zheng. This has nothing to do with my father’s or mother’s surname. I must take my grandmother’s surname, and I must also be called my grandfather’s family. In addition to my grandmother and grandfather, there is another reason why I am I like my eldest cousin very much, and my name must be ranked with hers.

Secondly, I must avoid the rustic names of girls in the village, such as "fragrance", "xiu", and "ying". I can't ask for words like "Feng" or "Feng". I need to find a word that no one calls, sounds good, and has a good meaning to line up with my eldest cousin.

I started to look it up. I didn't know 30 words in the dictionary, and I didn't know what they meant even if there were explanations for 70 words. After searching for a long time, I saw the words "Linglong well-behaved" and asked for the most beautiful word "Ling". , I had a name like fate.

I planned to enter my school with this solemn name. I was just seven years old that year, and Zhuhu and the school happened to be established.

I don’t know if other students are willing to hand over their names to others. Anyway, I am extremely reluctant. The name is the first major decision in my life, and I cannot give it to others.

My uncle simply gave me my cousin’s name. After some mental activity and looking it up in the dictionary, I named my cousin Zheng Xianqiong. You know, the pronunciation of Qiong in our hometown is the same as “qun”, which is the same as my name. It goes very well together.

To be honest, a lot of thought went into the process of choosing my own name: for example, the pronunciation of my name rhymes with that of “王” (王), and “美” (meaning “Qiong”) next to it. It means, but I don’t know if my cousin is willing to accept the name I gave her.

People are like this. Elders or brothers and sisters who are even one day older than younger brothers and sisters think that they have some arrangements for the younger ones. They have the power to do things, and it seems to be a gift to them.

But in fact, elders often impose their own will on their children or younger siblings, not necessarily what they really need.

The name of a region determines its temperament, and the name of a person determines his or her destiny

Zhuhu has experienced the reclamation in the era of "taking grain as the key link". It has also experienced fragmentation in the era of "household responsibility".

But its temperament is always mysterious like those of the folks from far away, and there is always a kind of turmoil and vicissitudes of life that never give up. People care about it tirelessly.

I protect my name with my life. I cherish its purity, its honor, and its independence, just like the gurgling, clear lake water.