I was born in the Yimeng Mountains, a poor mountain village, three sides of the mountains, one facing the ditch, the nineties, a small curved thatched road leading to the village, can be said to be a goat's intestine monkey road, dark flowers and a village.
In the depths of my memory, a dark thatched hut in my hometown, sitting on a bench, lying on the kneading table to write homework scenes, next to the light of a kerosene lamp made from ink bottles, the mother quietly accompanied by the side of the needlework work, the foot is the pothole with a yellow soil padded into the floor (the vernacular is called when the door), the corner of the small mouse is not to probe the body, quickly steal a peanut with a shell! The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid.
Life as a child was carefree, especially for boys, who never thought about the labor of their parents or the future of their lives. The happiest time is every Saturday at noon When school is over, with the bell ringing, the boy like a wild horse out of the reins, turned over from the back window of the classroom and jumped out, waving his mother's sewing bag in his hand, ran home like the wind, or climbed over the wall or drilled a hole in the door to drill into the house, like a thief, rummaging around to eat, left hand holding a pancake, right hand holding a green onion, jumping out of the house, has long been about to playmate! The first thing you need to do is to get out of the house, and you'll be able to get out of the house with the pancake in your left hand and a green onion in your right hand!
Time really flies, elementary school, junior high school, high school, college, the turn of the eye has been graduated from college for twelve years, no wonder Confucius had stood in front of the waves of the river and lamented the passage of time: "Passing away, do not give up day and night". Whenever I think of the past, the happiest time is still the time of childhood, bare buttocks in the water to touch the fish, along the stick climbing the wall to pull out the bird's nest, at that time are feeling incredibly happy and happy.
A year old age a year old heart, hurried years not people, junior high school began to leave home to live in school life, and gradually also experienced the amount of pressure to learn and family poverty and the gap around the students, the good thing is that my grades are not bad, basically every test in the class in the top five, the midterm examination is also excellent results into the county two, I remember the first day of high school admission, my brother rode a big Golden Deer bike, the car! The first day of high school, my brother rode a big Golden Deer bicycle, the car bundled behind the bedding to send me to school, then the rural areas, test a high school than now test a university is also grand, all the way to my brother's face is full of smiles.
The first day of high school enrollment, a sea of people, thousands of parents of students in large bags poured into the old high school (built in the 1950s), talking about laughing and crying, and discussing, your child in which building, your child in a few classes, how many points your child examined, when I saw their own class grades, the heart of the slightest beauty of the heart, I was in the class of the sixth place. After the formalities, the old brother dragged the injured leg limping across the big golden deer, disappeared in the crowd, I really realize that I have been by an uninformed mountain village wild child stepped into the surging urban torrent.
For a poor child from the mountain village, the fast pace of high school quickly adapted to, half an hour of meal time is more than enough for me to get water to buy food for the toilet, class self-study cleaning, compared to the city students, half an hour is still not enough to eat the situation, I had a smooth, three years of high school, my grades basically stabilized in the third to the sixth, every New Year's Day with a large certificate of appreciation and a Results notice back home, my father's face on the vicissitudes of the flowers, always said that this award than the New Year's Day to eat ten pounds of meat is also fragrant, but fate is always messing with people, always in the most critical time God gave me a joke, just before the college entrance exams a few months ago, my brother suddenly died in a car accident, leaving behind less than five-year-old nephew, the family fell into grief, and then two months after that, the father has been in poor health and due to grief, high blood sugar and other reasons lost their lives. The first time I saw this, I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital.
For children in rural areas, school is the only way out, had to repeat high school, one year after the college entrance examination results are still not as good as expected, on a general two colleges and universities, civil engineering majors, university life is not as good as imagined, the pressure of life, the gap between classmates sometimes make it difficult to breathe, because the foundation of the high school is, after all, more solid, the establishment of the first year of life is also very excellent! In the second semester of the sophomore year, looking around the classmates have computers, cell phones, began to inferiority complex, lamenting the injustice of fate, lamenting the powerlessness of reality, the results began to decline, the junior preparation for graduate school, but unfortunately, the inner impulse to distraction again, the results of the examination is extremely unsatisfactory, helpless, the senior choice of employment, the ghost of God to The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Into the community for twelve years, today I have nothing to do, inner chaos, I can not help but feel that life can not help it, once the best mathematical and chemical useless, once dreamed of physical research into a bubble, once the favorite historical figures have become nothing more than the talk of the meal, in the face of devastating realities, broken dreams, the heart of the repression is difficult to suppress, three feet of the Longquan 10,000 volumes of books, on the Born I will be like, can not rule the country and the world, in vain for the man of the world, the real everything is by fate, half a point not by people!