But then a strange thing happened at home. First, my mother found the leftovers from my house overnight, and the next day they were gone. My mother thought my father had fed them to chickens or dogs. Although my father said no, everyone was not at ease. After all, it's only half a pot of leftovers. Such a thing may be accidental at some point, but the leftovers in my house began to disappear one after another. We guessed that cats or mice must be stealing food, so we carefully covered the leftovers and checked the doors and windows before going to bed every day, but when we got up the next morning, the pots and pans were still the same, but when we opened the lid, we found that the bottom of the pot was still empty. And my mother also found that my soy sauce has been used very quickly recently. Not long after I bought it, there was only half a bottle left. At first, she called us too strong. Now we are associated with the lost soy sauce. We realized that things were definitely not as simple as we thought, and we began to panic.
So, our family began to discuss plans, and we must find out the truth of the matter. Thinking that the leftovers and soy sauce disappeared in the middle of the night, we decided to see the truth. At eleven o'clock that night, the lights went out. Dad, mom, grandma and I all pretend to sleep, but they are all listening to everything downstairs. Dad and I also sneaked a peek at the skylight in the kitchen.
We stayed in ambush until 12: 30. At this time, it was already dead of night, and the last light in the distant village was extinguished. There was only the harsh tire friction on the road. My father and I are both sleepy, and our hearts beat a retreat. However, at this moment, we heard the sound of opening the door from the living room downstairs. My father and I were very nervous at the moment. We held our breath and peeped carefully, then a figure came in through the door connecting the living room and the kitchen and wandered around the well of my kitchen. By the flashing lights on the road, we saw the man's appearance. I feel horrible. Father quickly put his hand on my back and motioned me not to make any noise. This man is unkempt, ragged and obscene. At first glance, he looks like a tramp. How did he come to my house? How long has he been hiding in my house? Some social thrillers keep flashing in my mind, such as tramps raping drunken women, tramps lurking in houses and killing elderly people living alone. I was scared, angry and sick, watching the tramp eat soy sauce and go back to the living room.
I looked at my father anxiously. My father took me and went back to the bedroom carefully. He told me not to make a move, for fear that the tramp would have a partner, and that the tramp would have a brain problem and hurt someone. The two of us were alone, afraid of suffering, so my dad quietly called my uncle, uncle and uncle, saying that there were robbers in my house and asked them to come to the rescue.
Finally, when everyone was here, we rushed into the living room with sticks, turned on all the lights, closed the doors and windows, searched room by room, and finally found the tramp in the utility room behind the living room. At this time, he was hiding in the middle of a pile of sacks, sleeping red. We woke him up and he was still confused. We don't often go in and out of this utility room. Everything is in a mess, but it has unexpectedly become a hiding place for the homeless!
We took control of the tramp, called the police the next day, and finally the police took the tramp away, and my family was calm again. I am still scared when I think about it now, so that I dare not stay at home alone for a long time, and I will be nervous, close the doors and windows, and check the dog hole.
When I jumped the queue, I got lost riding in the grassland on a snowy day, and I was very scared in retrospect.
17 years old, working as a barefoot doctor in Rendoma grassland. Walking in the snow is the mount assigned to us barefoot doctors by the brigade. When I first saw Walking in the Snow, I liked it even more. It has a long mane and a long tail, its whole body is brown and its hooves are as white as snow. The process of life and death from birth to maturity and then to the unity of man and horse is omitted here.
That winter, I received a notice from the commune early in the morning, asking me to attend a training class for barefoot doctors. It's very cold. I rode through the snow. After a short walk, snowflakes began to float in the sky. The more you walk, the heavier the snow, and the more urgent the wind. Stepping on the snow, I had to squint and finally climbed the mountain.
The snow stopped and there was chaos in front of me. I can't see anything except walking in the snow around me. The whole world seems to be submerged in extremely dense fog. There is no sky, no land and no space. I looked at the snow and looked at me through the snow, and there was panic in each other's eyes. I hugged my neck tightly in the snow, and we stood still, almost frozen, surrounded by unprecedented fear.
I don't know how long it took, and the world gradually opened up, and I could barely see the outline of the nearby mountain, but there was no road. How clean the white earth is! There is not even a footprint except the faint hoofprint in the snow behind us. I am a road idiot, regardless of the east, west and north, which is even more stupid. Walking in the snow seems to have never experienced such a situation. It carried me behind my back, hesitated and tentatively walked forward for a while, then turned in the other direction and walked forward at a very slow speed.
I'm already hungry. I must be hungry after walking through the snow. I pushed through the thick snow with my hand, and it took me a long time to reveal a small piece of yellow grass. I struggled to chew the hay stuck to the ground through the snow, and I couldn't solve the problem at all. We had to get back on the road and walk for a long time. I saw a clear hoofprint in front of me and ran over happily. At first glance, it was snowing, and there were my footprints beside it. My heart suddenly sank.
It was getting dark, and the shadow of the wolf flashed in my mind. I was cold, hungry and scared, and I kept shaking. I began to miss my home and my mother, and my tears could not stop flowing. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and my tears turned into thin ice. The snow is still deep and shallow, walking and walking. My hands and feet are numb with cold, thinking that even if I don't meet a wolf, I will definitely freeze to death and I will never go home again.
Suddenly, the snow stopped, my ears shook a few times, and I hurried to the opposite hillside. I heard its heavy breathing. I knew walking in the snow was cold and hungry, and I was exhausted. Hurriedly dismounted, held the saddle and climbed up the hillside with the snow. When I reached the top of the mountain, I was ecstatic. There is a light ahead, and I can vaguely see the familiar houses. We returned to the Lundomar Brigade. I cried and laughed as I walked through the snow, incoherent. We turned on our horses and set off for the brigade.
Looking back now, if we couldn't find our way home in the heavy snow that day, we spent the night on the deserted grassland, and the temperature was below MINUS 20 degrees. If you meet a wolf again, the consequences are really unimaginable. Fortunately, we finally returned to the brigade, and I have today. Thanks for stepping through the snow, thanks for fate.
It was about the late autumn of 1974, and I was still an auto soldier. My department is stationed in Nalati, xinyuan county, Xinjiang, and its task is to build a single-depot highway.
One day, I received a task to pull coal in Jiaogou. The mountainous area of Jiaojiagou has been covered by heavy snow in recent days. Looking around, only a few ruts show the general location of the road.
It's about forty kilometers from Zeketai to the coal mine. My comrades and I overcame all kinds of difficulties and finally reached the coal mine. After loading the car, we immediately went down the mountain.
The road in Kelegou itself is steep and narrow, and it is very dangerous to get on and off the snowy road. I told my comrades that I would go down the mountain first and you would follow. After that, I got on the bus and set off.
I dare not be careless when going down the mountain, because the snowy road is slippery and I dare not step on the brakes easily. In order to control the speed, I shifted into second gear.
The downhill road was so steep that the engine of the second gear car was suppressed and roared like a monster. Most of the cars in those days burned engine oil, and the blue smoke formed by engine oil combustion got into the cab. I had to shift into third gear on a slightly flat road. After shifting gears, the vehicle speed increases rapidly, and it is impossible to catch the gear to slow down.
There is a cliff more than ten meters high ahead, and the road turns left at the edge of the cliff. Because the speed was too fast, I had to brake lightly, and the speed did not drop significantly.
Unfortunately, there is a carriage pulling coal at the left turn of the road. The handlebar is feeding the animals, and the pony is eating beside the carriage. In order to avoid a collision, I had to hold steady, brake with the steering belt, slow down slightly, quickly adjust my ass to the right and rush down the cliff against the snow on the road. I saw that the car had turned around, so I quickly released the brakes and crashed the car into the pony. Coincidentally, the horse actually took the initiative to get out of the way and let me rush down the hill.
At the foot of the mountain is the bottom of the ditch, with a gentle road. I finally stopped the car. However, my heart is still beating violently. I got off and sat on the pedal, lit a cigarette to calm my mood and feel glad for my life.
I fell in love with a girl in high school. I saw her in the garage. At that time, I thought her eyes were beautiful, her braids were bright and natural, her lips were delicate and small, and her cheeks were dyed rosy clouds by the morning sun, which was as beautiful as a rainbow.
I began to write her love letters and take the initiative to chat with her, but she was indifferent. Sometimes I think she's starting to have feelings for me, but maybe it's just an illusion.
The fairy tale I expected didn't appear, but what I waited for was a terrible story.
One day after school, I was surrounded by a group of people as soon as I got out of school by bike. The height is uneven, but they all have fierce eyes. I looked at them stupefied, my heart was beating so fast that I couldn't feel it myself. "Even if you still like XXX, you don't look at your ugly appearance." One of them pointed at me and said. I didn't answer. I just want to get rid of this terrible fear. It's the first time my mind is so blank. Hope and freedom didn't seem to appear in my mind, at least not at that moment.
Then the whole school knew about me, and they got extra talk after class. I got a lot of sarcastic eyes, even though I didn't do anything to hurt anyone.
This is probably the most terrible thing I remember. Not only at that time, but also as a side effect of this incident. This is very likely to increase your sense of inferiority, make yourself insecure about love and even have fear, and make yourself more autistic. Fortunately, high school is very short and I will graduate soon. Now I am still optimistic about the world and still believe that love needs to be pursued and won.
When we strip away the appearance of violence, we will find that the hidden resentment, dissatisfaction, jealousy and obstruction of good things, self-speculation and incomprehension of others are really terrible things.
Dangerous background film
It was a winter day in 1977. It is snowing all over the sky. I came back from Quzi commune with the film. When crossing the back ditch, I almost fell off the cliff many times. I still dare not look back. Every time I think about it, my back gets cold. It was really scary.
1976 in may, I graduated from high school and worked at home, and a big pie fell from the sky-I was transferred to the commune film team.
It wasn't long before the secretary appointed me captain. In order to live up to the expectations of the secretary, I rearranged the screening arrangements of two members of the commune, increased the number of times and accelerated the rotation speed. Over the past six months, our film team has been far ahead in the county and won many praises from the county film company.
At that time, the film copy rotation was carried out between communes. When it's time for my performance, I will ride my bike to get the film in the afternoon, come back the next morning, deliver it to the performance point in the afternoon and perform at night.
It's my turn to go to Quzi commune to get the film. At night, the film is full of stars. When I got up the next morning, a heavy snow came quietly. In order not to affect the performance, I set off with three blockbusters and seven iron boxes tied to my back.
Although it is difficult to walk on the plain, it is still safe. When I reached the trench, I was caught off guard. The slope of the ditch is thirty or forty degrees, so I can't tell where the road is and where the cliff is. I can only look at the slender thatch on both sides of the ditch road, and the cat is hunched over, moving down and crawling forward step by step. I can't remember how many times I slipped and overturned, and several times I almost fell off a cliff. Ziziphus jujuba seeds enter the fingers and buttocks.
It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to the commune. I ate two cold buns in the canteen and went to Murakami. The movie was on.
Time flies, time flies. More than 40 years have passed in a blink of an eye. Looking back now, sometimes I dream of that dangerous back film, and I can't help but get goose bumps and break out in a cold sweat.
Now think about it, I am like a blind man who often walks on the edge of a cliff during the rebellious period. I remember the ages of 15 and 16. Father always has endless complaints, just as I have endless gunpowder in my stomach. Compared with the previous psychology, I understand the child who jumped off the overpass after quarreling with his mother. I was as hard and angry as he was. And my father, who talks endlessly, scolds, abuses and even attacks his personality, thinks that everything I do is unsatisfactory and everything I do is compared. Once I quarreled with him, I almost cut my wrist with a kitchen knife, and my mother tried her best to grab it. This state lasted for at least five years. I tried to change myself and looked at my father slowly. I saw him reluctant to use 1 yuan to buy mineral water so that we could endure the intense labor under the scorching sun. I slowly saw him pick up some scrap iron and thread from the construction site, or do something I despise, and quietly sell some fasteners from the construction site just to buy me a pair of basketball shoes! Today, I think I understand my father. Can I really understand him? Everyone's father is a thick book, perhaps, the father I know is only three or two pages! Think of yourself when you were young. I was so ignorant that I couldn't handle the relationship with my father well, which led to a vicious circle of our father-son relationship at that time and almost did something irreparable!
Apart from memorable events in life, in fact, there are more or less unknown things in each of us, which still make us feel scared, but they are just unknown.
It was a sunny summer three years ago, and my friends and I were studying and traveling abroad. It is a great challenge for me to live in an upscale hotel with a swimming pool 2 meters deep on the roof. After going out to sea, I went swimming in the swimming pool on the roof, but I may have bad luck. When I swam to the deepest part of the swimming pool, my leg cramps sank and sank at once. At that time, I did not struggle. I don't know why, but I'm calm. I just let myself sink to the bottom of the swimming pool and used up all my strength. Sometimes, I think, what will happen to me if I drown far from the guardrail? What would have happened if I had worked hard? What will happen to my family and friends after that? What if ... In fact, there are so many ifs in life that facts are facts, but we can tell others our experiences for reference and thinking.
In fact, life is enriched by experience, personality is calm because of transformation, and life is colorful because of ups and downs. Whether it is sadness, happiness or fear, it is a little embellishment of our progress on the road of life, and we need to face her squarely.
Blue sky and white clouds, cool moonlight. Staggered buildings pass through quiet hillsides, dams and forest villages.
The cool wind penetrated the night sky, whistling, and the shadows of trees jumped sharply against the mottled moonlight.
In the dead of night, the courtyard in Heiwali is indulging in dreams, and the villagers are tirelessly dreaming of a bumper harvest. Dreams are hard to come true. I shed my skin, my body is shriveled, my forehead is wrinkled and I look sad.
The dam is black and white. From a distance, you can see the sickle inserted in the window, the cloth shoes next to the sickle and the slingshot next to the cloth shoes. The dog walked lazily and gloomily to the moonlight, swinging its four feet straight back and forth, slowly sinking its slender waist, and then slowly protruding it to make its joints comfortable, holding its head high and counting the grazing stars on the edge of the moon.
This dog should know that I'm not at home. I couldn't drink half a bowl of mung bean porridge, but the dog swept it. I want to take the dog away. Be brave. Adults don't allow me to bring dogs. Recently, weasels are rampant, and dogs make noise to drive them away.
I stood up on purpose so that the dog could see me. The dog wagged its tail. It can't disturb the sleeping night sky, but it wags its tail with heart.
I dare not scream for fear of ruining the quiet night. I am a calm, thorough and clean fish, with no attachments, no attachments.
Layers of terraces, green rice seedlings, undulating. In ten and a half days, they started heading, grouting, grouting, sowing, sinking and turning yellow. It has been sunny for more than 20 days. The sticky rice fields have been cultivated, cracked by drought, criss-crossing cracks, and fists are calmly coming in and out. Leaves spread out due to dew and droop after half a morning sun; At sunset, the persistent green leaves turn yellow.
My task tonight is to divert water to irrigate rice fields to fight drought and ensure a bumper harvest.
Take a look at the spring water of the abandoned coal plant, and both sides of a slope become terraces. Without this spring, there would be no possibility of reclaiming terraced fields.
The moisture is uneven, and then they are cheating secretly. The two production teams fought bloody battles. After the family production quotas is settled, the water source will be divided equally, but it is inevitable that there will be Zhang Sanxin's monkey and Li Si's rake skin, and there will be disputes between households.
The spoon assigned to my rice field gurgled. I am afraid that Ye Gou from the border will covet my spoonful of water, so I dare not be careless. I go to the ridge to check it out from time to time. Ye Gou also worried that I was greedy, so he moved a spoonful of water, followed by his ass.
To eat white rice, water is the guarantee. Rice seedlings die in the sun, and coarse grains are flustered.
"I wish I were the dragon king," said the dog. It is going to rain soon. Ten days and a half. "
"Rice can't grow spikes and blossom. You eat corn porridge every day. " From the anxiety of adults, I learned that at this time, I want the sun, but I can't get it.
"It will only rain for one night. When the fields are full, put the rain away." The wild dog imagined that the Dragon King would have just the right rain.
There really is a dragon god in the world. The villagers will never worry about rain. Morning and evening, a wick incense, a pig's head prayed. Good weather, good harvest every year is in sight. Life wouldn't be so hard now.
We sat on the stony millet field on the slope, with a few weeds growing sparsely. Stone millet is full of rain, which will continuously produce dense fungus. Auricularia is clean and delicious when fried. Even the sunny and high-temperature auricularia auricula has been turned into dust and blown away by the wind.
The wind roared and the moonlight was clear. As far as I can see, there is no steaming heat during the day, but more shadows of bamboo bushes in the canopy, that's all.
Like a dream, dew washes the moonlight and drips on the seedlings. Without the nourishment of moonlight, those neglected trees and weeds will die; The gurgling stream will be cut off.
I am lying on the brown stone millet ground, which is much more comfortable than a soft bed.
The moon is better than the sun, the sun is fierce and heartless, and the moon is kind and friendly. You can't see through the sun, but you can study the moon carefully. Ask WU GANG why the tree hasn't fallen down for countless years. Ask Chang 'e on the moon palace, is there suffering and drought on it? Ask the beautiful fairies, is there a water guardian like me on the moon?
The wild dog turned over and was tired: "I can't hold on."
"Go to sleep." I looked at the clear sky.
"Don't steal my water."
"Don't worry, just stick to it." I also hope that wild dogs will stay up late and have a talking partner.
"Trust you." Ye Gou's flattering tone.
"Trust me?" I heckled.
The wild dog jumped up and pointed to the dark bamboo forest in the distance: "There is movement inside."
My carefree and happy mood was suddenly startled, and I looked at the bamboo forest pointed by wild dogs, which was dark and gloomy. There are countless stories about ghosts. Some people can still see ghosts during the busy day, not to mention the silent night.
I raised my arm and wrapped it in a red cloth specially prepared by my mother to exorcise evil spirits. Ghosts run when they see red in the distance, and mice are afraid of cats.
The wild dog's mother didn't prepare a red cloth strip. He clung to me, trembling.
"Afraid of what, is also a man. Dare to fall into the crotch. " Although I am so sarcastic about wild dogs, I am also timid. I have never seen a ghost, but I have heard of its ferocity. The red stripes on my arm give me a little courage.
Ye Gou dared not look at the dark bamboo forest again. There are thousands of ghosts in the bamboo forest, eager to try, and the rain is coming.
Ye Gou kept his back to the bamboo forest and stared at me nervously. I held my arm wrapped in red cloth high, and the invincible warrior held the winning weapon.
Dog can't help it. During the day, he cut two baskets of cattle grass and one basket of pig grass and took a bath with me for two hours. Curled up on the cool stone valley floor and fell asleep.
I looked at the moon, raised my arm, listened to a spoonful of gurgling water and opened my eyes.
The rice seedlings drank water hungrily, and the cracks in the rice fields merged bit by bit. I happily ate bowls of white rice in retort pouch, and my parents, brothers and sisters also enjoyed it.
Tonight's sacred mission, I must persist, persist.
When did it dawn? I don't know. It was the rising sun that woke me up. Ye Gou beside me doesn't know when he left.
I ran to my rice field, and the water was full, and the rice seedlings were full of water and green. Frogs jump in the water.
The moon looked at me wistfully. It is as light as a lonely cloud and slowly disappears into the blue sky.
When I was a child, I didn't know anything about sex. I remember being molested by my neighbor's brother and an uncle. Although it did not cause any substantial harm, it caused a great psychological shadow to me, which not only led to my psychological and physical precocity, but also opened up a lot of sexual knowledge. I don't like who I am. Fortunately, my life trajectory is still the same as that of ordinary girls, but now I think it is terrible. Fortunately, nothing ruined my life at that time.
1986 participated in the defensive operation against Vietnam, pulling oil from Kaiyuan to the forward position of Malipo, and collided with an infantry vehicle on the way. My car was hit by a mountain stream, and the right front wheel was less than 10 cm from the side of the road, dozens of meters below. At that time, the vehicle was full of gasoline ... [wiping sweat] [wiping sweat]