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My name is Youyou Author: Haha Jing
My past is very long.
My name is Yang Zhichuang. I was born in the early 1970s. My nickname is Chuang Chuang. I grew up under the five-star red flag. My parents are both working-class people. My father has been a state-owned enterprise all his life and mixed with the so-called high-level people. After that, the company gradually shrank. Under the influence of the government's introduction of foreign capital, it was transformed from a small boss in Jiangsu to a private enterprise. Because he has been receiving formal traditional education, his father is innocent and lives on social security after retirement. His mother is also a state-owned enterprise and lives on social security after retirement. She is usually very careful. She can walk and never takes a bus or takes a taxi. Like most retired people, she lives a poor and happy life. The previous generation were all contributing to their ideal of the Communist International. Similarly, they also hope to inherit these ideals in the next generation. In the face of reality, perhaps the reform needs to change this inherent traditional thinking mode most.
When I was a child, I lived in a factory family building. It is said that my nickname Chuang Chuang has two meanings. One is that the name itself has the word Chuang Chuang, and the other is that I like to make trouble, which has caused certain physical and mental harm to myself and others. Judging from the later growth experience, these situations do exist. For example, when I was playing a slide in kindergarten, I usually sat down and skated backwards, so I got a bag on my head, but I always felt that I couldn't master the speed, so I encouraged my childhood playmate Zhang Qin to skate backwards. Unexpectedly, she had a big bag and was still bleeding. At night, her parents complained to me, so I didn't eat. When I was in primary school, I fought with the children of farmers' friends. This is a unarmed fight. I took the lead in wounding three other people with a slingshot. Later, the other party found the school and called the parents. My slingshot was confiscated and I was sent to stand for three hours. When I was in junior high school, I developed a new generation of gunpowder, which was changed into a needle on the basis of the original matchstick, so I accidentally injured many students and was forced by the school to write an inspection and make a profound review at the conference. In high school, I organized my classmates to play video games.