Life is like an ant, and all kinds of things are flavors.
Text: Li Zhanping.
For a person who is idle or not, there is nothing happier in the world than reading interesting and informative books after tea and dinner and before going to bed. A good book is like a teacher and a friend, like a delicacy, like a sweet dream in a deep sleep, like an unexpected reward.
Recently, I finished reading Hu Xuewen's long ** "Yousheng" in 26 hours and 43 minutes. It can be said that he forgot to sleep and eat, couldn't put it down, and couldn't take care of brushing ** for several days.
*There are 20 chapters in total, divided into two parts, each with 10 chapters. For example, an umbrella, grandmother is the umbrella rod, such as flowers, hair roots, Luo Bao, north wind, and magpies are umbrella bones, and the rest of the personnel are umbrella surfaces. There are masters and secondaries, good and bad, good and evil. It writes a century-old history of suffering in modern and contemporary Chinese rural areas. There are many characters, and all living beings are suffering, sad but not sad.
*'s narrative perspective is similar to Tsai Chongda's "Destiny", both of which are old people telling stories. One is the story of my grandmother, and the other is the story of Atai;One is 100 years old, the other is nearly 100 years old;They are all wise men, they all have tenacious vitality, they all have an indomitable will, they all have a bad fate, and they are as tolerant as the sea. The protagonists of the story are similar to the protagonists in Mo Yan's "Frog", both of whom are rural midwives. Grandma studied under Master Huang, born of willow leaf hands with innate advantages, and a bodhisattva heart, was criticized in the Cultural Revolution, and was worshiped by the villagers in his later years. Aunt Wanxin graduated from the health school, worked enthusiastically, and soon became a "child delivery mother", but family planning made her change from a "big savior" to a "living Hades", and she was not happy in her later years.
I'm half dead, but my ears are still good. I can hear the chirping of summer insects seducing their mates, the flapping of wings of sandgrouses flying across the sky in winter, the murmurs of villages, and the sighs of the night. Yes, now my old body cannot speak of immobility, my eyes are blank, like dead wood torn by the wind, but I still feel that my ears and nose have not forsaken me. "Sound has color, nature has shape, I can see it. If this is a gift, it is better to say that God has given a gift to a centenarian who has been bedridden for more than ten years. The cold west wind is blue-purple, like thick columns, and the midsummer south wind is pale pink, like horses hanging from silk;The chirping of the magpie is as red as a bean, and the cry of the wild goose is as dark yellow as silk;Song Pin's mute is dark gray, like a burnt cinder;The wheat is bluish-white, like a cracked pod. The colors in the world are not only red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, but also thousands of colors. "I'm not the god in Mai Xiang's heart, not the god in the heart of the man who bows to me, they think so, but I know I'm not. This is the grandmother of the protagonist of the text, a half-dead centenarian, a person with extraordinary hearing, a person who is worshipped as a god, a person who knows the secrets of others, and a person who has introduced more than 12,000 babies into the world.
Grandmother's name is Qiao Damei, when she was a child, she witnessed her mother die in childbirth, and later went to the county seat with her father to procure a dowry for herself. She married three men in her lifetime. The first husband, Li Dawang, was a farmer, strong and honest, and was often tricked by the villagers and eaten by wolves. The second husband, Bai Licheng, is a feltmaker who can speak well and be ingenious, from a tenant to a son-in-law, and a grandmother's beloved person, but he can't bear the death of his two children, and he can't bear his wife's delivery more than everything and runs away from home. The third husband, Yu Baoshan, was ugly and homeless, and became a grandmother who borrowed sperm to give birth to a child, and was later shot for exposing his identity as a bandit. Grandma originally learned curium art and was going to the palace to be a curium craftsman, but on the way there, the Qing Dynasty fell, and the two settled in Songzhuang. Because she accidentally conceived the bandit's child, she married Li Dawang in a flash. gave birth to Li Chun, Li Tao, and Li Xia. Li Chun is silent, constantly causing trouble, refusing to admit bad things, and taking the wrong path, naturally there is no good result. Li Tao was infertile, and her husband's family disliked her and hanged herself. Li Xia was the most worry-free and empathetic, but unfortunately he was killed by bandits. She and Bai Licheng gave birth to white fruits, white apricots, and white flowers. Ginkgo was born prematurely, born in someone else's home, and then died. Bai Xing flew with her arms every day, and when she was six years old, she flew into the lake and drowned. Bai Hua was taken away by Bai Licheng, and there was no news. She and Yu Baoshan gave birth to Qiao Qiu, Qiao Zhi, and Qiao Dong. Qiao Qiu was addicted to bragging, bragged about eating well every day, and was beaten to death by the hungry crowd who hated him. Qiao Zhi was born in the countryside, longed for the city, learned from the Shanghainese in every move, was incompatible with the people in the village, and was abandoned by his lover and committed suicide. Qiao Dong is firm, resolute, passionate, and too active in doing things, and is injured by a detonator. Nine sons and daughters left one grandson, *head. **I don't know how much wealth I have, and the county magistrate also flatters him and attracts investment. He wants to build a grandmother's palace on the mountain in his hometown, he wants to make a monument of merit for his grandmother, he wants more people to worship his grandmother, and he wants to take revenge on those who have bullied his grandmother. No one knew about his plans, except for Grandma. Grandma saw the Grim Reaper, but the Grim Reaper bypassed her again and went to find the ** head.
People who live a long life have many hardships. Grandma has experienced too many lives and deaths, countless pains, and the unnatural deaths of nine children. Grandma said that life and death are up to you. If a person has light in his heart, that light will guide him at all times, day and night, spring and autumn. Childbirth is her light, and whenever someone invites her, she will leave everything behind and forget everything, including the pain of losing a child.
In the world, all living beings are suffering, and the only way to cross is to cross themselves. Especially in the era of famine, war, many wolves, bandits, and Japanese devils, life is even more fragile. To survive in the cracks, each has its own way of "driving away annoyance". That "tear bubble" is like a flower, married to Qian Yu, and there are no more tears. She can plant as much as she wants, in front of the house, in the corner of the house. Qian Yu, who loved her, died, and she dreamed of a crow, and the crow became Qian Yu. The magpie has a cheating mother, a nested father, a cowardly brother, and became the head of the family at the age of twelve or thirteen. The magpie in the sky became her best friend. The impoverished Maogen hunting is the king, the timid Luo Bao has become the king of making tofu, the north wind, who is plagued by insomnia and auditory hallucinations, is dispelled by writing poems, and Song Hui is paralyzed and troubled by beatings and crying. All people, when they are in the most troubled, pour out "jealousy, pain, misfortune, secrets and sorrows" on their grandmothers. What about the troubles of this hidden seeker of Songzhuang?"Ants are scurrying, ants are scurrying" The cry of the grandmother who is most afraid of ants can not be heard.
I don't consider myself unlucky. One hurdle after another, one difficulty after another, that is the price of living. I have delivered tens of thousands of children, and none of them came out smiling, and it was the cry that proved that life was born. "It's not about living for the sake of living, it's about life, it's about fighting.