But the family later happened some strange things, first my mom found my family overnight leftovers, the next day there is no, my mom thought it was my father took to feed the chickens or feed the dog, although my father said no, but we do not have much peace of mind, after all, just half a pot of leftovers. It may have been a coincidence that it happened once, but my family's leftovers started disappearing one after another. We thought it must be cats or mice, so every day before going to bed, carefully cover the leftovers, check the windows and doors, but the next morning, get up, at first glance, the pots and pans are still the same, but open the lid to see, found that the bottom of the pot is still empty. And, mom also found that recently my family's soy sauce used up particularly fast, just bought soon, only half a bottle left, at first she also scolded us too heavy taste, now linked with the missing soy sauce, we realized that things are definitely not as simple as we thought, we began to panic.
So, as a family, we started discussing the ploy and had to get to the bottom of it. Thinking about the leftovers and the soy sauce that disappeared late at night, we decided to keep a vigil for the truth. At eleven o'clock that night, the lights went out, Dad, Mom, Grandma, and I all pretended to go to bed, but in fact, they were all ears, listening to all the movements downstairs. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do with the money.
We have been ambushed to twelve thirty, this time has been late at night, the village in the distance, the last light is also out, the ear only on the road on the road vehicle tires harsh friction sound. My father and I are sleepy, each in their hearts to beat the drum of retreat, but, just at this time, we heard a door open downstairs in the living room side of the sound, my father and I instantly highly nervous, we hold our breath, carefully peep, followed by the door connecting the living room and the kitchen from the living room and the kitchen came into a figure, lightly wandering in my kitchen, through the road flashes of the headlights, we saw that the I was so scared that I almost screamed, my father hurriedly pressed his hand on my back, signaling me to keep quiet, the man was disheveled, ragged, and moved in an obscene manner, and seemed to be a vagabond, so how did he get inside my house? How long has he been hiding in my house? In my mind, I kept flashing through some social thriller news, a vagrant raping a drunken woman to relieve herself, a vagrant lurking in a house to kill an old man, etc. I was scared, angry and angry. My heart and afraid and angry and disgusted, watched the hobo finished eating soy sauce under the rice, and walked back to the living room.
I anxiously looked at my father, my father pulled me, carefully back to the bedroom, he told me not to act rashly, for fear of hobos have accomplices, but also for fear of hobo brain problem mess hurt, we are alone for fear of suffering, so my father quietly called my great-uncle, uncle, uncle, said my family into the robbers, so that they rushed to the rescue.
Finally waited until the manpower to all, we should be outside, with sticks, rushed into the living room, turn on all the lights, close the doors and windows, a room to search, and finally in the living room after the utility room to find the homeless, at this time he is hiding in a pile of sacks in the middle of a face of full of wine and food to rest in peace, we will be his drink to wake him up, he is still a face of confusion. This utility room we don't go in and out much, and things are messy, but I didn't expect it to become a hiding place for the homeless man!
We got the homeless man under control, called the police the next day, and finally the police took the homeless man away, and my house was restored to calm. I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I don't dare to stay at home alone. I have to stay at home by myself, but I will be nervous, close the doors and windows, and check the dog holes.
When I was inserted into the army, I rode a horse in the grassland on a snowy day and got lost, which is something that scares me when I think back.
When I was 17 years old, I was inserted in the Rendoma grasslands as a barefoot doctor. The first time I saw it, I was very impressed with the way it looked. The first time I saw it, I liked it very much. It had a long mane and long tail, was brown in color, and its hooves were as white as snow. I'm not going to mention the fact that I'm not familiar with the horse, but I'm sure it's a very good horse, and I'm sure it's a very good horse, and I'm sure it's a good horse.
That winter, I received a notice from the commune early in the morning, asking me to attend a training course for barefoot doctors. The weather was very cold, I rode on the snow, walked not long, the sky drifted up the snow, the more you go the snow is bigger, the more you go the wind is more rapid. Treading Snow and I had to squint and climb the mountain with great difficulty.
The snow stopped, the eyes of the white chaos, in addition to the side of the stepping snow, can not see anything. The whole world seemed to be drowned in extremely thick fog, there was no sky, no earth, no space, I looked at Tadasuki, Tadasuki looked at me, panic in each other's eyes. I tightly wrapped my arms around Tadasuki's neck, we just stood motionless, almost freezing, we were surrounded by unprecedented fear.
I don't know how long it took, but the sky and the earth opened up, and I could barely see the outlines of the nearby mountains, but there was no road. The white earth is so clean! In addition to the vague hoofprints of the snow behind us, there is not even a footprint. I was originally not distinguish between the southeast and northwest of the road idiot, this is even more stupid. Treading snow seems to have never experienced this kind of situation, it carries me, hesitant and tentative forward for a while, then turn to another direction, and then forward again, extremely slow.
I was already hungry, and Treadsnow must have been hungry too. I threw my hands through the thick snow, and it took me half a day to reveal a small patch of yellowed grass, which Treadsnow struggled to nibble at, sticking to the ground in a way that didn't solve the problem at all. We had to get back on the road. After a long walk, I saw a line of clearer hoofprints in front of me, and ran over to them with joy, but they were Snow Treader's, with my footprints next to them, and my heart sank.
As the sky darkened, the shadow of the wolf flashed in my mind, and I was cold, hungry and scared, and kept shivering. I began to miss my home and my mother, and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. With the back of my hand sassafras face, a stinging pain, tears are frozen into thin ice. Treading snow still deep and shallow walking, walking. My hands and feet have frozen numb, thinking, even if we do not meet the wolves, will certainly freeze to death, I can never return home.
Suddenly, Treading Snow stopped, its ears wiggled sharply a few times, and it quickened its pace and ran toward the opposite hillside. I heard its heavy panting, and knew that Snow Treader was also hungry, cold, and exhausted. I quickly dismounted and climbed up the hill with Snow Treader, holding on to the saddle. When we reached the top of the hill, I was overjoyed. There were lights in front of us, and I could see familiar houses, so we were back in the Rendoma brigade. I hugged Tadasuki and cried and laughed, incoherent. I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
In retrospect, if Tadasuki hadn't been able to find his way home that day, and we had spent the night in the empty grassland, with temperatures below minus 20 degrees Celsius, and had encountered wolves, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Luckily, we finally made it back to the brigade, and I got to where I am today. I'd like to thank you for your help.
In the late fall of 1974, I was still an automobile soldier, and my department was stationed in Nalati, Xinyuan County, Xinjiang, with the task of building the Dukou Highway.
One day I received a mission to pull coal from Coke Gully.
The coke ditch mountains have long been covered by days of heavy snow, and as far as the eye can see, only a few faint ruts, showing the general location of the road.
From Zektai to the coal mine is about 40 kilometers, I and my comrades overcame all the difficulties and finally arrived at the coal mine, loaded the car immediately after the downhill.
The road to the coke ditch itself is steep and narrow, and it is very dangerous for heavy vehicles to go downhill on snowy roads. I said to my comrade that I will go down the mountain first, you follow behind. After that I got on the car and set off.
When I went down the mountain, I didn't dare to be careless, because the road is slippery on the snowy road and I didn't dare to step on the brake easily, in order to control the speed, I don't have a second gear.
The road down the mountain is too steep, don't have a second gear car engine was suffocated by the monster roar, the car is mostly burned oil, burned oil formed by the blue smoke are drilled into the cab. I had to add the third gear on a slightly smoother road. The speed of the car increased so quickly after the upshift that it was impossible to grab a gear to slow down.
The front is a ten-meter-high cliff, the road turns left at the edge of the cliff, due to the speed of the car is too fast, I had to tap the brakes, the speed did not drop significantly.
Unluckily, there is a carriage pulling coal at the left turn of the road, and the handlebar is feeding the animals there, while the horse is crossing the carriage side to eat the material. I in order to avoid the car destroyed, only to cross the heart, even hit the direction with stepping on the brakes, the car speed slightly reduced, the body quickly to the right to adjust the butt, the snow on the road embraced down the cliff. I saw that the body had turned around, and quickly released the brakes and rammed the car into the slightly horse. Coincidentally, the horse actually took the initiative to smooth over and let me charge down the hill.
At the bottom of the hill is the bottom of the ditch, there is a section of gentle road, I finally stopped the car. But my heart was still beating violently, and I got out of the car and sat on the footrest, lighting a cigarette in order to stabilize myself, secretly grateful for my life.
When I was in high school, I fell in love with a girl I saw in the carport. At that time, I felt that her eyes were so beautiful, a pair of braids oily and natural, lips delicate and small, the cheeks of the rosy cheeks is the sunrise dotted clouds, to the purpose of the moment as a rainbow appeared as stunning.
I began to write her love letters, take the initiative to find her chat, she was indifferent. I think she's starting to have feelings for me, but maybe it's just an illusion.
The fairy tale I was waiting for didn't come, but a horrible story.
One day after school, I rode my bike just out of the school gate, and was surrounded by a group of people. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was so happy to see you. I stared at them in a daze, my heart beating so fast that I couldn't perceive it myself. "Just you still like xxxxxxx, you don't even look at your ugly face", one of them said, pointing at me. I didn't answer, I just wanted to break free from this horrible horror, my mind was so blank for the first time, hope and freedom didn't seem to be in my mind, at least not at that moment.
Then the whole school knew about me, they had one more thing to talk about after school, and I got a lot more sarcastic looks, even though I hadn't done anything to hurt anyone.
It's probably the scariest thing I look back on. Not just at the time, but the side effects of the incident. It most likely increased my low self-esteem, made me less confident or even fearful of love, and made me more self-absorbed. Luckily, high school was short and I graduated quickly. And now I am still optimistic about the world and still believe that love needs to be pursued and fought for.
When we peel away the veneer of violence, we find that the hidden resentment, dissatisfaction, jealousy and obstruction of good things, and delusional speculation and lack of understanding of others underneath is what is really scary.
A dangerous back film
It was a day in the winter of 1977, with heavy snow, I was carrying a movie film back from the ditch commune, and when I went over the back ditch, I almost fell off the cliff many times, which still makes me afraid to look back, and every time I think of it, I feel a chill in the back, which is really scary.
In May 1976, I graduated from high school and worked at home, and a big pie fell from the sky - the commune film team work.
It wasn't long before the secretary appointed me captain. In order to live up to the secretary's expectations, I worked with two team members to reorganize the whole commune's screening arrangements, increase the number of shows, and accelerate the speed of rotation. In half a year, our movie team was ahead of the rest of the county in terms of the number of screenings, and we were praised by the county film company many times.
At that time, the rotation of movie prints was one commune after another. When it was time for their own show, they had to get on their bicycles and go get the movie the first afternoon, come back the next morning, send it to the show in the afternoon, and then show it in the evening.
I went to the Drainage Commune to get the film and it was my turn to play the movie Starry Night at night. The next morning up, a heavy snow quietly fell. In order not to affect the performance, three blockbusters, seven iron film box, tied to my back, I set off.
On the plains, despite the high one foot and the bottom one foot, walking is difficult, but still safe. To the ditch, I was dumbfounded, thirty-forty degrees of the ditch slope, a blank, can not distinguish where is the road, where is the cliff. Can only look at the ditch road on both sides of the slender thatch, cat waist, bow legs, side of the body slowly move down step by step, climb forward. How many times I slipped and fell, how many times I can't remember how many times I tipped over, and several times I almost fell off the cliff. Sour date thorns into the fingers and buttocks.
Back to the commune has been more than four o'clock in the afternoon, to the canteen took two cold steamed buns, and went to the village of the movie.
Light is fleeting, the flow of years in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, more than 40 years have passed, now looking back, sometimes dreaming of that dangerous back movie, can not help but get goosebumps, shocked out of a cold sweat.
Now think about it, the rebellious period of me is like a blind man who often wanders off the edge of the cliff, remember 15, 16 years old, my father always has never complained about the problem, and it just so happens that I have never burned out of the gunpowder in my stomach, the past psychological contrast now, I understand very well that and my mother argued with the child who jumped off the overpass after a long jump, and at that time I was as rigid as he was, anger Rampage, rushed to the loss of reason, can not let go, and my father, chattering counting, abuse, and even personality attacks, in his eyes, I do what is not as good as what I do, do what is comparable, once in the fight with him, I picked up a kitchen knife almost cut my wrists, it was my mother used all her strength to snatch off the kitchen knife, and this state has lasted at least five years, five years of the day, I tried to slowly change myself, slowly trying to observe my father, I saw him for our tuition sleepless, I saw him in order that we can endure the hot sun under the high intensity of labor, and can not afford to buy 1 yuan of mineral water, I slowly saw him from the site to pick back some rotten iron, rotten line, or to do some of my disdained behavior, quietly take a few construction site fasteners and so on out of the sale, just want to give me to buy a pair of basketball shoes! To this day, I think I understand my father, but really understand? Everyone's father is a thick book, perhaps, I understand the father, but three or two pages! Think of when I was young myself, ignorant to ridiculous, will not deal with the relationship with his father, resulting in that time our father-son relationship vicious circle, flooded, almost did irreparable things!
In addition to the memorable things in life, in fact, in the depths of each of us, more or less unknown, and still recall still make us feel afraid of things, just not known.
It was three years ago in the sunny summer, my friends and I studied in foreign countries travel. Live in a high-grade hotel, the roof of the building has a depth of 2 meters of swimming pool, for swimming only three feet cat level of me, is a great challenge, after playing in the sea, to the roof of the swimming pool swimming, but it may be bad luck, I swam to the deepest part of the pool, the foot actually cramps, and all of a sudden sunk, I did not struggle, somehow, incomparably calm, and just let himself sink to the The bottom of the pool, and then use all my strength, a foot stomp on the bottom of the pool, directly to the surface, just next to the pool, I hurriedly grabbed the guardrail, swallowed a few mouths of water, then I was afraid of a while, I did not go down to swim. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had drowned far away from the guardrail. What would have happened if I had struggled? What would have happened to my family and friends afterward? What if .....? In fact, life that there are so many if, the fact is the fact, just we can tell our experience to others, as a reference, thinking.
In fact, life is full of experience, character change and stability, life is colorful because of ups and downs. Whether it is sad, or happy, or after the fear of things, is that we move forward on the road of life a touch of embellishment, we need to face up to her.
Blue sky and white clouds, cool moonlight. Interlocking twisting pathways, through the quiet slope slope dam and wooded villages.
The cool wind penetrates the night sky, whistling and whistling, and the dark shadows of the trees lift the dappled moonlight, jumping sharply.
Late at night, the courtyard of the black tile wallowing in dreams, the townspeople are diligently dreaming of a good harvest. The dream is very tough, the sun molted skin, sun withered body, sun wrinkled forehead, sun worried about the color of the eyes.
The dam is black and white, and from a distance you can still see the sickle stuck in the window, the cloth shoes next to the sickle, the slingshot next to the cloth shoes. The dog lazily shady walk to the moon, four feet before and after stirrups straight, slender waist slowly concave, and then slowly convex up, joint activities comfortable, head counting the moon side of a few pastoral stars.
The dog should know that I'm not at home, half a bowl of mung bean porridge, really can not drink, fell to the dog bla bla bla sweep. I want to take the dog away, bold. I'm not allowed to take the dog, the weasel is rampant recently, drilling chicken coop with chicken, the dog hit the sound, chased away the weasel.
I made a point of standing up and asking the dog to see me. The dog wagged its tail, and it could not disturb the night sky, but only wagged its tail.
I also can not alarm, for fear of destroying the quiet abyss of the night. I am a cool, cool, thorough and clear stream of a leisurely fish, unattached, unhindered and unobstructed.
Layers of terraces, green rice seedlings, undulating. Ten days and a half months, they began to spike, grouting, full grain, scattered seeds, sinking, yellow. For more than twenty consecutive sunny days, plowed sticky paddy fields, dry cracked, crisscrossed with fissures, fists in and out with ease. Dew stretching open leaves, half a morning sun wilting; to the sunset, can not hold on to the green leaves withered.
My task tonight, draw water to irrigate the paddy fields, drought protection.
A spring from the abandoned coal plant has made the terraces on both sides of a slope. Without this spring, there is no possibility of reclaiming the terraces.
The water is unevenly divided, and after the equalization of the secret ghosts, the two production teams, head to head. After the package production to the household, still follow the equal share of water, but Zhang San heart monkey, Li Si rake skin, between households and households tug of war is unavoidable.
The water in my paddy field is divided into spoons and streams. I'm afraid of the border of the leaf dogs covet my spoonful of water, careless not to, from time to time to run to the ridge to check. Ye dog child also fear that I am greedy, moved his a spoonful of water, ass after closely followed.
To eat white rice, water is the guarantee. The rice seedlings died in the sun, and the coarse grains ate the panic.
Ye Gou'er said, "I am the Dragon King would be good, immediately rain. Ten days and a half months."
"Rice can't come out of the ears, can't raise the flowers, you eat bun grain porridge every day." I know from the anxiety of adults, this time of the year, to the sun, but not drought.
"Only one night of rain, fill the field to collect rain." Ye Dogger imagines the Dragon King raining just right.
There really is a Dragon King in the world. The townspeople will never be anxious to worry about the rain. In the morning and evening, an incense burner, a pig's head offerings and prayers. The wind and rain are favorable, and the yearly harvest is expected. The days will not be now difficult.
We sat at the top of the slope of the stone valley on the ground, sparse and long a few weeds. Stone valley rainfall, will continue to give birth to dense fungus. The fungus is cleaned, fried can be delicious. Even sunny high temperature fungus early sun into dust, the wind scraped no trace.
The wind is whistling, the moon is bright. As far as the eye can see, there is no daytime heat, more is the canopy of the black shadow of the bamboo bushes, not the same.
A dream-like situation, the dew washed white moonlight, rustling drops on the seedlings. Without the moisturizing of the moonlight, those unattended trees and weeds will wither; the babbling brook, will be cut off.
I lay down on the brown stone valley floor, more cozy than a soft bed.
The moon is better than the sun; the sun is fiery and merciless, the moon is kind and friendly. You can't see through the sun, but the moon can be scrutinized. Ask Wu Kong cut countless years, the tree why not fall? Ask Chang'e in the Moon Palace, is there any hardship or drought up there? Ask the beautiful and beautiful nymphs, the moon can have a waterkeeper like me?
Ye Doger rolled over, weary: "I can not hold on."
"Sleep." I looked at the cold, clear sky.
"No stealing my water."
"If you don't feel comfortable, just hold on." I also wished that Yeh-Dogger would stay awake and have a companion to talk to.
"Trust you." Leaf dog child balked at the tone of voice.
"Believe me?" I cross-examined.
Ye Gou'er jumped up and pointed to the dark bamboo forest in the distance: "There is movement in there."
My leisurely and beautiful mind suddenly panic, towards the leaf dog child pointed to the bamboo forest, black eerie. Ghost stories, countless, lively daytime still people see ghosts, not to mention the silence of the night.
I raised my arm and wrapped it around the red cloth that my mom had specially prepared to drive away evil spirits. Ghosts and monsters see the red color from a distance and flee, the reason why mice are afraid of cats.
Ye dog's mother did not prepare the red cloth. He cowered close to me, shivering.
"Fear what, but also men. The guts fall out of the pants." Although I am so sarcastic Ye Doger, but also timid. Never encountered ghosts and monsters, but I have heard of the hideous ferocity of ghosts and monsters. The red strip of cloth on my arm gave me some slight bravery.
The leaf dog no longer dare to look at the dark bamboo forest. There are millions of ghosts and monsters in the bamboo forest, with teeth and claws, leaping and leaping, with the desperation of a mountain rain.
Ye dog child back to the bamboo forest, anxiously staring at me. I put the arm wrapped in red cloth raised high, invincible warrior, carrying the sharp weapon of victory.
Ye Doger really can not resist, he cut two back basket of cattle grass during the day, a back basket of hog grass, but also with me in the river ditch bath for two hours. Curled up in the cool stone valley floor sleep dead.
I looked at the moon, raised my arms, listened to a spoonful of cooing running water, and tried to open my eyes.
The rice seedlings drank hungrily, and the cracks in the paddy field merged a little. I eat bowl after bowl of white rice from the retort happily, along with my mom and dad, and my siblings, who also eat happily.
Tonight's sacred mission, I must insist and insist again.
When the sky is bright, do not know, is the rising sun knocked me awake. Leaf dog around me do not know when to leave.
I ran to my own paddy field, water filled, rice seedlings with water, green and spirited. A frog wowed and jumped in the water.
The moon looked at me fondly, and it was as pale as a lonely cloud, slowly fading into the blue dome of the sky.
When I was a kid, I knew almost nothing about sex. I remember I was neighbor brother and a grandfather to molestation, although did not cause any substantial damage, but I have a great psychological shadow, not only lead to my psychological and physical aspects of precociousness, sexual awareness of the problem is also open to a lot of, I do not like this self. I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm not sure if I'm a good person, and I'm not sure if I'm a good person, and I'm not sure if I'm a good person.
86 years to participate in defensive operations against Vietnam, from Kaiyuan to the front position of the Ma Li Po pull oil, on the way with the infantry vehicle collision accident, my car was hit right front wheel from the edge of the road less than ten centimeters, below the dozens of meters deep mountain streams, when the vehicle was full of gasoline ......[wipe sweat][wipe sweat]