Documenting my romantic life
In the corner of the study at home, there is an old wooden box painted in red, and I am still reluctant to throw it away, although it is extremely out of tune, disproportionate, and discordant with the current layout of the room.
This red old wooden box has accompanied me from the beautiful campus on Cherayfish Peak to the green mountains of the Miao family cottage, from the green years to the white temples of today. I use this old red wooden box to treasure the memories of my father's life and the fatherly love that my father gave me.
In June of the year when I was fifteen years old, after graduating from middle school, I participated in the selection of the county's secondary school entrance examination, and under the influence of my father, I applied for the secondary normal school. In the selection examination for secondary school students in that year, the papers were worse than the current college entrance examination, and a township middle school, and even a key middle school in the county, those who could be admitted to the technical secondary school were very rare, and they were at the top of the school. After the results of the examination came out, I squeezed into the ranks of secondary school students with excellent results and was admitted as a normal student of a secondary normal school.
I became the only child in the commune who was admitted to the secondary school that year, which means that I will become a teacher in the future, have a job, become a national cadre, and serve an "iron rice bowl and eat the emperor's grain", which makes my father and mother very happy.
According to the requirements of the admission letter, my father and mother opened the granary at home, took out 500 catties of rice that they had worked hard to accumulate for many years, and invited four uncles or uncles, each with a load of 100 catties, to help pick them down the mountain from our village, and walk to the commune grain store more than 10 kilometers away, so that I could turn in the public grain for me as a state worker.
After paying the public rations, my father and mother began to prepare their luggage for school. My mother took out the three bundles of textile cloth she had knitted a year or two ago, and had been reluctant to use it, and the black and white lines helped me make two or three sets of clothes to change and wash, and the black ones made two or three pairs of cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles, and the all-white ones made me a bed of sheets or a **.
Ah Gao Dai Bao Mom, He Bo He Jacket Ya Yajie changed how, as long as wood, Ha to Ah Lai box to summon the east, a certain beginning Ah to come to the box, you?(Miao: The child's father, I have all the clothes and quilts ready, think about it, there is one less box to hold the child's clothes and other daily necessities, you make a wooden box, okay?)My mother looked at the items she had prepared for me and said to my father.
Although my father is not a carpenter, he knows a little about carpentry.
Well, Liuxiang has changed all the plates to Duou, and the cocoa meat has come to the box. Crooked wooden sac Bao Jiu Aunt Ka Tui Ka knife, West milk crooked wooden sac Pierced Terrier Pu, Lake Bao Jiu Gao Sha Hou Jie Le, anti-high sac A lai ship, crooked early Ou milk Jie knife!(Miao: Okay, there are two or three good cedar planks upstairs, just enough to make boxes.) I'll go and borrow tools such as planers, drills, and saws from my child's uncle, and I'll talk to the People's Liberation Army again tomorrow, and ask them for some nails, loose-leaf and a lock, and I'll do it for two days!）
There are planks for making wooden boxes at home, but there are no nails, binders and locks at home. At that time, metal items such as nails, loose-leaf and locks were scarce and hard to come by and could not be both. That's when my father thought of asking for it from the garrison at the foot of our mountain.
My father was a teacher in a Miao village school at the foot of our village, and a regiment of the People's Liberation Army of the Guangzhou Military Region was stationed here. My father's school was a military-civilian primary school, and the officers and men of the garrison often held meetings with my father and the teachers of his school to Xi discuss and study the education, teaching, and construction of the school, and the school's Young Pioneers counselor was a young soldier of the garrison. When I was in elementary school, this soldier would come every week to organize our Young Pioneers activities and tell us stories about the battles.
In order to make it easier for the villagers to travel and for us children to go to school with peace of mind, the officers and men of the garrison raised tens of thousands of yuan to build a 100-meter bridge for the villagers, build a new teaching building for us, and renovate the old teaching building. After the bridge and school were built, the villagers and teachers reported to the leaders of the army and the state and county leaders that they should name the bridge "Military-Civilian Bridge" and change the village to "Civil-Military Civilized Village, Civil-Military and Civilian-Civilized School."
Full mother, a certain Ron Luo, En crooked knife and table?(Miao: Child, mother, you came to see, see what good things I get?)The next afternoon after school, as soon as my father got home, he took out a pocket and couldn't wait to open it for my mother to see.
Piercing a farmer's bag and falling into Jiele, not to come but to high, Europe to come!Agaozha terrier Ru gourd, fairy knife gourd!(Miao language: The People's Liberation Army divides you with so many nails, three loose pages, two locks, they are so good and generous!.)When the mother saw her father bring back these scarce items, she was as happy as a child.
Ha to come, a certain Enni table?(Hmong: Also, what do you think?)Father slowly pulled it from the other pocket.
Ni table?(Hmong: What did you come from?)The mother looked surprised, but the father looked mysterious and didn't say anything.
Ni paint is full of green, the dog jacket box is green, the farmer is coming to the box is green, a certain Park Ruen?!"Miao: It's red paint, used to paint the wooden box with red paint, so it doesn't become a red box, do you say this box is good-looking?Father said unhurriedly.
Ru Yang Ru melon, Bao Ka Zha Terrier knife Ru, Man'a Bang Ma Dai Li Ka Nong Zha Terrier Cyst Cow Increase?!"Miao language: Great, we live a good life with the PLA, our family can't forget the kindness of the PLA?）
That night, my father worked overnight to make a wooden box for me to take to school. When I got up the next morning, I saw that a wooden box had been finished and placed in the hall, and it was almost painted. On the third day, the father painted the wooden box with bright and bright red paint, and the red wooden box was nothing more than the dowry given by the daughter of a large family.
On the first day of school in September, my father carried this red wooden box on one end and my quilt on the other hand, and sent me to the state capital dozens of kilometers away to go to normal school. Since then, this red wooden box has been with me until now.
Now my family is in good condition, and I have bought new suitcases and suitcases, but I have been reluctant to throw away this old red wooden box that has accompanied me for half my life. So, I have this old red wooden box, which treasures the old photos of my father's work and life during his lifetime, and collects the items that my father loved all his life - several Miao singer scripts compiled and created by my father.
Every time I opened the old red wooden box again, my father's voice and smile appeared in front of me again. Holding these old photos of my father, I told my wife, daughter, and son about my father's indissoluble bond with the officers and soldiers of the army.
My father is a rural teacher, and he has been reading books for more than 40 years on the three-foot podium of a rural primary school. In the journey of his life, he spent half his life with the officers and soldiers of the army or their families day and night, working and living together.
My father was an orphan, and my father was only 14 years old when he died of famine in the early 60s.
In order to bring up her four children, the grandmother of the orphan and widow often went to her mother's house in a neighboring village seven or eight miles away to ask for some grain, sweet potatoes and other food to satisfy the children's hunger. Sometimes her mother's family shared a pound or two of broken rice, and her mother was happy for a while. They boiled broken rice and breaded grains or sweet potatoes into gruel to drink, and they could see a few white rice boards, which often became the greatest luxury of their father and siblings.
After all, grandma's maiden family is not a solid family, and she can't often help her father's family of five for a while. When there was really no way, my grandmother had to go out to beg along the village as a "flower child". For the sake of these four children, the grandmother, who began to be widowed in her thirties, has never remarried in her life.
Grandma is a strong person and a sufferer. Although her life is very hard and tiring, she attaches great importance to her children's schooling. Although she lived a life of begging, her grandmother insisted on sending all four of her children to school.
It is often said that there are three ups and downs in life. After the uncle, father, and uncle grew up, they all walked out of the mountains one after another, served the country's "iron bowl rice", ate the imperial grain, and became a model for learning Xi in ten miles and eight towns. The surrounding villagers, every time their grandmother praised her for raising three good sons.
In November 1949, Chen Quzhen, the king of Xiangxi, held a congress of people from all walks of life in the Dacheng Hall of the Confucian Temple in the ancient city of Phoenix, announcing the peaceful liberation of Phoenix. After the peaceful liberation of Phoenix, the Miao family cottage was in ruins.
The uncle, who had just graduated from junior high school, went out to participate in the construction of the reservoir organized by the county. Looking at the impoverished family, my father could no longer bear to watch my grandmother borrow and beg for a living, and my father, who graduated from junior high school in one semester, dropped out of school and went home, picking up the burden of family life, and the adults in the village did the same hard work, competing for work to support the family, and grandma supported the family together, raising younger brothers and sisters.
The father, who was accustomed to a hard life, rushed to do heavy work, although the work time in the village was only half of that of adults. It was precisely because of his father's performance that when he was just 18 years old, the production captain of the village actively recommended his father to join the Communist Party of China.
When my father turned 20 years old, he signed up for the army without telling my grandmother, wanting to change the fate of himself and his family. My father, who had studied for a few years, was literate and hardworking, and had inexhaustible strength, so he naturally passed the physical indicators of enlistment.
Not long after passing the physical examination, the leader of the township commune came to our village with a military chief of the Guangzhou Military Region stationed at the foot of the mountain in our village, found my grandmother, and happily told her that my father had been selected to serve as a soldier. In front of their grandmother, they said that after the recommendation of the commune and the army, the young people selected to join the army in our township commune were led by their father as the squad leader.
Grandma, who had never heard of Mandarin, was confused and didn't know what the leaders of the military region were saying. Fortunately, the leader of the commune helped translate in Miao in time, and my grandmother understood what was going on. When my grandmother heard that my father had been selected for joining the army, she was very happy for a while.
That night, my grandmother told my father that she agreed to let my father join the army, but before leaving, she had to repair the house, untie the roof tiles, and then cut down some bamboo trees to make a fence wall on the four walls of the earthen wall that had not yet been built, and then put it flat with rotten soil to prevent water, wind and rain.
In those days, my father silently got up early and greedy for darkness, and made a simple "decoration" of the house with local materials, the fence was tied, and the mud was also covered. But when my father was repairing the tiles on the roof, he found that my grandmother often secretly wept behind her back, and looked at my younger brothers and sisters, and my father relented.
One day, my father found the captain of the production team and said that he would go to a distant place to enlist in the army, and only my grandmother was alone to take care of her younger brothers and sisters.
Looking at his honest father, the production captain was also very sympathetic. So he went to the township commune ten kilometers away to report to the leaders. Considering the actual situation of my grandmother's family, the leaders of the army agreed to let my father not go to the army to serve as a soldier for the time being and stay at home.
In this way, my father's dream of joining the army came to an abrupt end. My father failed to become a soldier, and the production captain saw that his father was literate, and the only old teacher in the primary school in the village was almost 70 years old, and he couldn't find anyone to teach the children in the village. So, the captain of the growth team asked his superiors for instructions and asked his father to stay and become a private teacher in the village.
I can't forget that an unknown soldier, a PLA soldier whose name and place of origin I still don't know, gave me a second life.
Not long after becoming a private teacher, my father met my mother. is also an orphan's mother, and she has a common language with her father. After getting along for a while, the father and mother, who share the same fate, are free to become husband and wife. Later, Weiniang said that after meeting her father, their similar fate brought them together. After my mother married my father, the happy life she was looking forward to did not follow.
Because my mother had a solid family when she was a child, she was liberated and divided into components, and my mother was inexplicably crowned as a "wealthy adult" component. Grandma was worried that her mother's composition would affect her father's growth and work, and she was dissatisfied with her mother. For this reason, my mother was often counted down by my grandmother and scolded by my grandmother. The mother who has no father and no mother is very afraid and bitter, but fortunately, her father insisted, or her mother might become an abandoned woman.
The father is the second in line, and according to the Xi of the village, the father and the mother can only be separated from each other. also because of the very stiff relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, my father chose to split up. After getting the permission of the village production team and brigade, my mother and father were given a two-cent homestead.
My father and mother had no money to build a house, so they had to cut down some wood and build a temporary straw house to live in. When the family was separated, my sister was born, and my grandmother had nothing but 3 jobs for my mother and father. That's why I was born in this grass hut.
My father, mother, and sister lived in this grass hut for two years, and I was born. When I was born, my mother discussed with my father and declared the forest cutting indicators to the production team and brigade in the village, and no matter how difficult it was, I had to build a house. My father did what my mother said, and declared the cutting target to the village, and the village agreed. In this way, my father spent a day and a half on weekends (originally a half-day class on Saturdays) to cut down cedar trees for building houses on designated mountains.
After my father cut down the cedar trees, he used the afternoon after school to carry them back one by one with his mother to the mountains, and the couple often carried them until midnight. It takes a lot of wood to build a house, and it is not an option to rely on the couple to carry it like this. In desperation, my mother had to ask three uncles to help. In this way, all the fir trees used for building the house were brought back.
It just so happened that my aunt married an uncle who learned a good carpentry from his father and was a carpenter. In this way, my father asked my uncle to be a master to help our family build a wooden house, and during the holidays, my father and uncle built an earthen wall to seal the surrounding area. Intermittently, after more than three years, a bluestone adobe wooden house was finally built. Our family finally had a home of their own.
When I was more than two years old, my mother gave birth to a younger brother. At that time, the state began to advocate family planning, advocated fewer children and better children for couples of childbearing age, and required party members and cadres and state officials to take the lead in setting an example. My father and mother are half of the household (one has a job, the other has no job and is called a half household, my father is a state official, and my mother is a rural household registration), and the policy allows my mother and father to have three children, but they cannot have another child.
So, the leaders of the township commune, the township school district, and the village informed the mother and father to have birth control and sterilization. My father came back to do my mother's work, and although he was unwilling, he still supported his father and went to the township hospital for ligation surgery the next day.
Maybe the conditions at home are too poor and the food is not nutritious. My younger brother was just over three months old, and he became ill, and it got worse and worse, and the family really couldn't afford it, and my mother and father couldn't take my younger brother to a big hospital for treatment. In this way, the younger brother, who had just turned half a year old, died. The mother said that she had few children, and her younger brother died so young, doesn't this rub salt on her wounds?Can it not hurt?
My brother just left, and I'm sick too. This made my mother anxious, panicked, for fear that I would leave her again. In the world, there may not be many lives like my mother. A child has just died, and another child is sick, who can imagine, who can understand, such a woman, such a mother, how much pain and pressure to endure.
My mother often said that she was almost crazy at that time, her spirit was completely confused, she didn't dare to sleep at night, she didn't dare to leave me half a step during the day, and she had to carry me on her back when she was **, for fear that I would leave quietly at any time.
I'm getting thinner and thinner, and I'm getting worse and worse. The more my mother is afraid of something, the more she comes. When I was four years old, things that my mother couldn't have imagined happened. On that day, my mother put me down from behind and prepared to breastfeed me. But I am already like a dead baby, no matter how my mother screams and cries heartbreakingly, I still can't open my eyes.
She rushed to the school to call her father, who leaned into my nose and didn't smell the breath, and the pulse on his hands and chest stopped beating. The father cried, and the mother didn't even have the strength to cry.
My father carried me to a dirt slope outside the village, probably ready to bury me. My mother was reluctant, so she snatched me from my father's hand, looked at it and looked at it, and put her face against my face. At this time, I moved slightly, sensitive mother, and felt that I might still have signs of life. She told her father, who was skeptical. My mother repeatedly asked my father to take me to the rescue, even if it was a dead horse as a live horse doctor. So, with a glimmer of hope, my father picked me up and rushed down the mountain desperately. Even though he was penniless, he didn't know if a miracle would happen.
In a village at the foot of our village, the logistics department of the Guangzhou Military Region stationed a regiment. Mother, like a crazy woman, ran all the way down the mountain with her father. It may also be a miracle, it may be providence, maybe the sky will not stop me, and the sky will not end after my mother and father. My father and mother had just arrived at the gate of the garrison at the foot of the mountain, when they happened to encounter a military vehicle driving back. When the young PLA saw his father holding my anxious expression, he probably guessed the ** point.
He stopped the car and stopped his father. After asking about the situation, he asked his mother and father to get into the car, and then immediately reversed the car and turned around. The horn sounded all the way to Xiangxi Prefecture People's Hospital. More than 30 kilometers of road, my father later said that it might take less than half an hour to arrive. After getting out of the car, the PLA snatched me from my father's hands and cut directly into the queue to find a doctor. The people who were waiting in the hospital to see a doctor, seeing the PLA cutting line, could also guess that the child in his arms was seriously ill and needed to be rescued quickly, so everyone also gave way.
My father said that after the doctor's examination, I only had the ability to breathe at nine degrees (I don't understand the concept of this nine-degree breathing ability). If it weren't for the instrument, I would be like a dead baby. Just as the doctor was rescuing me, the PLA took the opportunity to help me go through the hospitalization procedures and help pay the hospitalization fee. After the doctor rescued me and sent me to the ward, when the PLA was leaving, he gave my father another 5 yuan for living expenses, 5 yuan in the 70s, which was an astronomical amount for my father and mother. Maybe it's because my mother and father are focused on my illness, and when I was discharged from the hospital, I didn't know what the name of the PLA was.
Until now, when my father is gone, my mother often tells me about this unforgettable old story, talking about this unknown Chinese ** person. Yes, it was this Chinese **** person who gave me a second life, but I can still only call him "Chinese People's Liberation Army"!
Since then, I have been getting better day by day. By the age of 6, I had finally learned to walk. For me to survive and be so healthy later, my father and mother often said gratefully: They are really very grateful from the bottom of their hearts, especially grateful to the unknown People's Liberation Army. My parents often told me not to be ungrateful, and to keep this unknown People's Liberation Army in my heartBe a helpful person when you grow up.
If there is no PLA, I think: my parents and I are all right, and the two of them will no longer have children, and they will regret their old age.
In the early 80s, when I was just entering the second grade of elementary school, my father was transferred to the village at the foot of our village as a teacher, and a year later, my father became the principal of the elementary school. This elementary school has more than 100 students, 6 grades of primary school, and 6 teachers. In this way, my sister and I came to this elementary school with my father, my sister was in the fifth grade, and I was in the second grade. At that time, my father was my homeroom teacher and he taught all our classes.
The Guangzhou Military Region has a regiment and three battalions, which are stationed in this village all year round. Later, when I grew up, I realized that the garrison here used us as a war preparation depot in addition to receiving recruit training in peacetime.
For this reason, when I was in the third grade, we came to our school with a teacher who could only speak Mandarin - Ms. Pan. Ms. Pan is the wife of a regiment commander in the garrison, she is my math teacher, and her son is in the first grade. Because his father is a half-side household, usually in his spare time from teaching, he often goes home to help his mother do some heavy physical work that his mother can't do.
My father's salary at that time was only 5 yuan, and he could only supplement a little for the family. The food and clothing of our family of four is mainly earned by my mother's day of shaving with her yellow back facing the sky. When my sister was in the sixth grade, she went to the township center to finish elementary school. For this reason, every time I left school, I became an "orphan".
Teacher Pan saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart. She often took me back to the garrison's dormitory, asked me to write homework and memorize texts with her son, and she went down to the kitchen to help us make food. When I was a child, I could often eat meat, which is Mr. Pan's home.
Later, more and more family members and children came with the army. It was only then that I began to learn to speak Mandarin and communicate with me, the children of the army commanders, in Mandarin.
For as long as I can remember, whether at home or at school, communication between village partners, adults and classmates has been in Hmong. I started communicating in Mandarin Chinese in this primary school, with the children of the army commanders, and without them, I might not have even had the environment to communicate in Mandarin in middle school.
Because more and more military officers came here, the troops had more and more frequent contact with schools and villages. In this way, the military and the civilian population have implemented the joint construction of civilized villages and civilized schools by the military and the civilian population.
In the 80s of the last century, in this village, our school was the first first-class school in the township to have electric lights and color televisions, and even the teachers and children in the township center were envious.
My father was often invited by the leaders of the army to give party lectures and discuss the matter of building a civilized campus. My father was easy-going and studious, and the school's student grades ranked among the top in the township, and the head of the garrison often passed to the chief of the Guangzhou Military Region. Later, on the day of the celebration of the completion of the Wenming Bridge, which was funded and revised by the garrison, the commander of the Guangzhou Military Region came and happily shook hands with his father on the bridge.
Because my father ate irregularly all year round, he suffered from serious stomach problems in those years. The garrison hospital has been free for his father for more than two years, and the effect is not satisfactory. He came for the commander and gave his father a secret recipe. Since then, my father's stomach disease has never been ***.
My father, who had been a teacher in the primary school in this village for half his life, had always been very close to the officers and soldiers of the garrison, from the regiment commander, down to the squad leader, and the soldiers, and more than a dozen children of the garrison chiefs were all studying in my father's class, and five or six of them were my classmates.
My father was a grateful person, and he influenced and educated us with his actions. Although life is hard, my father has always faced life happily, turning the unsatisfactory life into a song in his mouth, which sings happiness.