The wind blows and the grass grows, and in a blink of an eye, I pick up the schoolbag my mother sewed for me and go to school.

I remember it was a rainy day. We, father and son, were walking on a muddy mountain road. You took off your clothes to protect me from the rain. I slipped. You stretched out your hand and then retracted it, letting me get up alone and walk along the road.

Keep walking on the muddy mountain road.

I was sad and let my tears wash away the dirt on my body together with the raindrops. But you were indifferent. You said coldly: My child, when you grow up, you have to learn to walk on your own.

From then on, I fought with myself and didn’t want you to accompany me on the way to school. At dawn in the bitter wind, I carried my schoolbag alone, climbed a mountain, and came to the school gate. Suddenly I looked back and realized that you were not far behind me, silently

Follow me...

The process of growing up is sometimes painful. Listening to the crisp sound of bones jointing, you can feel the maturity. The one plus one formula may seem simple, but it is all-encompassing and encompasses all the potentials in the world. Nine and nine are unified, and one is the beginning.

, is also the end point, the truth is simple but complicated. You open my book, read it backwards, tilt your head and ask me: How many steps did you take from our home to the school gate?

When I grew up, I began to understand that it was a simple arithmetic, step by step, step by step, accumulating maturity and understanding. Even though the land under my feet is very barren, even though I sweat ten times, I can get a little gain.

But you enjoyed it and worked non-stop. Then, your sister and brother were born one after another. The ropes of life cut your shoulder blades with marks, but you had no regrets. You picked up the rain with your rough hands and watered it.

your children.

In the hungry years, you worked as a breeder in the production team. The cow in the team died. The emaciated members of the commune held pots and jars and lined up to share the beef. It was a kind of hungry and unbearable expectation. The adults and children took the yard of the breeding room.

Surrounded by the crowd, the long-lost joy flashed on the faces of all the dishes. One cow can save hundreds of lives.

Suddenly, something incredible happened. An iron nail was peeled out of the cow's belly. It was a serious counter-revolutionary case. The task force stationed in the village and targeted the suspects directly at my father and the production team.

The conference room turned into a torture chamber for interrogating Dad. You stood on a high stool, lowered your head, and withstood the attacks of the working team members in turn. At that time, the three of us, brother and sister, were standing outside the door, across the door.

I saw that you were being criticized. My mother dug out the money she was reluctant to use from the cabinet, secretly ran to the post office, and sent a telegram to her uncle who was an official in Xi'an. She begged him to save my father's life.

The uncle came back, stayed for just one day and then left in a hurry. In the years of class struggle, everyone was in danger, and the uncle was really unable to help with such a serious case. The uncle only said one thing to the working group: handle it according to the policy... But the uncle

It can't be said that it didn't work after I came back. The working group still gave my uncle some face, labeled my father a "current counter-revolutionary", and ordered my father to pay 700 yuan in cash. It took our family 20 years to pay off the debt to the King of Hell.

, it was still not paid off until the production team was disbanded.

The bitter days have bent your back, and before you turn forty, your head turns gray with sorrow. On a snowy winter night, you have been criticized for a day, and dragging your tired body back to the house, you are brought into the world.

There was a biting wind, and your mother brought a basin of hot water and sat across from you, scrubbing your swollen feet while sobbing silently. You reached out and brushed away your mother's hair that fell on your cheeks and said, "Chrysanthemum, I'm sorry, let me

You follow me and suffer. Mom finally cried: I am willing...

We were having an ordinary conversation, but I felt like I heard a thunder. I knew that it was an oath, which penetrated my heart; it was a seamless link, a heart-to-heart connection. I raised my head and saw two inlaid inlaid on the dark earthen kiln wall.

A big mountain, the mountains of love are rapidly approaching, the shadows of father and mother overlap, the soybean oil lamp makes a crisp sound, and a spark is permanently fixed in my brain.
Chapter completed!