My name is Li Caifeng, and I was born in an ordinary farming family. There are four brothers and sisters, I have an older sister, a younger brother, and a younger sister, and I am the second child who doesn't love grandma and grandma.
For as long as I can remember, my sister has a grandmother who hurts, and my grandfather died when my grandmother was 34 years old, and my grandmother has been living alone. Grandma is alone, and my sister is the candidate sent by my mother to accompany my grandmother.
Grandma is a girl from a large family, even if she has been widowed for many years, in the difficult years like the sixties, grandma has always adhered to the living habits of a large family.
Three meals a day, each one is not settled. Her dinner plate always has leek flowers, garlic, choked bean paste, pickles made by herself, dried white radish, dried carrots, and it is very hearty. At that time, most of our family's morning meals consisted of cornmeal batter, or boiled millet porridge, plus a few nests.
Grandma's same corn paste, she will first fry the corn paste, put it up, then pour the rice into the pot, wait for the millet porridge to boil, and then put the fried cornmeal into it, and put a little salt.
The corn paste made in this way, not to mention how fragrant it is. Coupled with a small pot of sauerkraut and potato strips stewed in mutton fat, (sauerkraut is pickled with cabbage, celery and carrots by yourself, and a large vat is pickled in every autumn) For the people of that era, it is not too much to say that it is delicious.
Three meals a day, grandma one meal, the same coarse grains in grandma's hands, become much more delicious.
Sister, every day is like this to enjoy grandma's three meals a day. She had very little time to go back to our own house for dinner. Every time my sister came back, I followed her to my grandmother's house for a meal. It's a pity that I was only given one meal, so I asked my grandmother to send it home.
My parents go out early and return late, and they don't dare not go to work for a day. Because the captain has to record attendance every day, according to the attendance record, each person works twice a day. We are a family of six, and the work earned by our parents cannot support us at all.
Every autumn harvest season, in the evening, I would go to the corn field with my parents with a cloth bag to pick up corn. In the moonlight, in the cornfield, there was a clattering sound. People tacitly knew it, no one made a sound, and only used their strength under their feet. As if they had discussed, they all gathered in the corn fields that had just been harvested by the production team during the day, found piles of corn stalks, and stepped on them with their feet. If you step on it, you will pick it up with your hands. You can pick up almost a bag of corn cobs in one night.
Without this covert operation at night, we would have starved. On such a moonlit night, I often followed my parents and sneaked into the cornfield, stepping on and stepping, even if it was a small poor corn cob, the surprise was beyond words.
Like this, something that is a little exciting, a little scared, and a little worried, my sister never does, because she sleeps with her grandmother, and as long as it gets dark, she can sleep a lot. At that time, my brother was still young. I'm the only one who enjoys such a mysterious and pitiful life.
I started school when I was eight years old, my sister was two years older than me, she was in the third grade, and I was in the first grade. From Year 3 onwards, we always worked in the fields two days a week.
The production captain led us, and we lined up and sang songs, and rushed to the field with high spirits.
In the spring, corn seedlings are interspersed (in order to ensure the nutrition of the seedlings, pull out the corn seedlings that grow more); In the fall, we go to the cornfields to pluck beans. At that time, red beans or red kidney beans were planted in the empty rows of corn. We pulled up the ripe and dried bean seedlings and stacked them together, when the corn had not yet been harvested, we were small and we walked back and forth in the corn field, it was as fun as hide and seek, we were all very happy, and no one felt how hard and tiring the labor was.
The years of scarcity, the days when we can't let go of the belly to eat full, make us understand the consciousness of saving rations since childhood. A few older students always pluck the dried beans from the bean seedlings, rub them with their hands, and a handful of red beans are there. Then logically put the beans in your pocket. I did what they did.
Several times, when I was excitedly pulling out the red kidney beans, my sister called me a thief. He also said that he would sue our teacher. I was always scared to cry by her.
Parents get up early and work greedily at night, but they still can't get a worry-free life. My father took a risk and bought back more than 20 horses from Inner Mongolia with his friends, intending to make some money.
The horses were picked and picked around, and they were finally sold, and they made any money, I don't know. But there was a man who came to our house from Inner Mongolia with a camera on his back.
He was not tall, thin, wore a peaked cap, his face was a little dark, and his eyes were particularly bright. I like to listen to it in a very small way.
He was a distant cousin whom my father had only met when he was selling horses, and our uncle. I can take pictures and tell fortunes. The name is both. My father went to Inner Mongolia to live in someone's house, and when they came, they were the guests of honor in our family.
The parents entertained them with good food and food, good cigarettes and good wine. Since my uncle is eloquent and knowledgeable, I have never heard anything he says, and I am full of curiosity about the strange things he said. He is also full of admiration for him as a person.
My parents were probably the same as me, my uncle was always talking about the world and the people he had seen, and my family, including the neighbors who came to our house, was only told by him to open his eyes wide and his mouth wide open. Because I don't know, I can't interject, and I'm very curious, I feel that he is too godly.
Before leaving, Uncle Youyou took a family photo of our family, which was the first time I took a photo in 11 years of life, and the joy in my heart is self-evident.
That night, after the people left, I don't know what they said, but Uncle Dang asked us about the birthdays of our brothers and sisters. My mother reported my sister first. I saw that Uncle You's mouth was chanting, and his thumb was pointing back and forth on the other four fingers, and then he closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said that my sister was born on August 15, and her life was hard.
Then my mother reported my birthday. There is the same thing that my uncle did, closing his eyes and chanting words, his eyebrows furrowed. I was very nervous, and I wanted to laugh when I saw him, and I felt that he was pretending to be a ghost and chattering, but I was still curious about who would be better with my sister in the future. Slowly, Uncle You's eyes opened, his eyes were bright, and he pointed at me and said, "This second girl in your family has two "Wen" characters on her birthday, and she will definitely be a person who eats by "Wen" in the future. Stubborn personality is both a good thing and a bad thing, admit death.
Then, he calculated a hexagram for his younger brother, saying that it was roadside soil, which seemed to be dusty and had a big battle, but it did not gather wealth.
The parents didn't seem to understand, and just nodded. I only care about my two "Wen" words, and I hear a sentence but can't hear a sentence when my uncle says.
The next day, Uncle Youji left for his hometown of Inner Mongolia, but the two "Wen" words he left me have always been remembered in my heart.
Soon, we were all in junior high school. In the village, the production is delivered to the household, and our family has its own responsibility field, and the days are like sesame seeds blooming.
My sister is in junior high school and has been living at my grandmother's house. In school, she can go to self-study if she wants, and no one will talk about her if she doesn't want to go. Even sometimes when it blows a wind, rains, or snows, my grandmother doesn't even want her to go to school, let alone let her go to self-study.
The grades of that meeting have been going up. My sister went all the way to high school. At that time, I was in my third year of junior high school, and she was in her second year of high school. We are the same physics teacher who has just been assigned from the normal school. I didn't learn much because I worked a lot in elementary school, but in junior high school, I gradually understood the importance of studying.
At school, I just asked if I didn't understand. In addition to listening carefully in class, I use the noon time to finish my homework every day, and if I don't understand during self-study, I quickly ask the teacher for advice.
For many girls, getting started with physics is difficult. Me too. Buoyancy, potential energy, kinetic energy, pulleys, work, conservation of energy, left-right hand rule, none of which can be easily understood.
Using the right-hand rule to determine the direction of the current, I have poor spatial imagination and can't figure it out. Often at night, I use a corn cob around the electric light line, thinking about the direction of the electric current.
On winter mornings, when it was pitch black at five o'clock and the school gate was locked, I often jumped over the high iron gates, opened the classroom doors, and recited aloud. I can't figure it out until now, at that time the iron gate was so high, two meters, the top was still a sharp triangle, up to the highest part of the iron gate, the iron gate could not bear my weight and began to sway, I was not afraid, easy to climb.
In the three years of junior high school, I passed most of the morning self-study in this way. I was the only one in the classroom, and my voice echoed through the empty classroom, and I enjoyed it.
After the package was delivered to the household, my family first became a 10,000 yuan household and bought a 14-inch spring bamboo shoots brand TV. That will Huo Yuanjia wind and motorcycle all over the country, and Yamaguchi Baihui is also people's favorite. Every day when I go home, it's a room full of people. After a hundred years of sleep, the Chinese people have gradually woken up ......The Hong Kong-style singing didn't appeal to me. I sat silently in the hall, fighting against my mathematics, physics and chemistry.
One day in physics class, the physics teacher walked up to me and leaned over, I thought I had done the wrong question, I was full of chagrin and I didn't know what to do, the teacher smiled and asked me: Li Caihong is your sister? I said yes. He shook his head in disbelief, how could it be? You're so good, she's so bad!
I knew my sister wasn't good at studying, but I didn't expect her to be so bad. Judging from the teacher's expression and actions, she is not relying on a star, it is simply a mess.
The high school entrance examination is coming as scheduled, and the pre-selection examination is held in our own school classroom.
I didn't make it to the pre-selection. But the younger brother of the math teacher, who was much worse than me, was selected and qualified to take the high school entrance examination in the county town.
The end result was that he fell off the list without surprise. I didn't even get into a second-rate high school. The teacher can't say that he is one out of a million or one out of hundreds, it is too normal for him to fail the exam, and it is the most abnormal thing to be admitted.
I was not eligible to take the high school entrance examination and went home a month early. My parents didn't ask about studying, they just looked at how much farm work I did. My father even gave me a good look.
The young man belongs to one of our villages, and is next to our responsibility field, and his parents often praise this young man for his ability, hardship, and good head. Taking care of one's own responsibility field is very good, and the yield per mu is much higher than that of other people's families.
Another reason is that our family has a big girl and a younger brother, and there is little labor in the family, and neither father nor mother has brothers and sisters who can help, so there is always a shortage of manpower when the farm is busy. Mother often said that the fans in August are all busy with their own families, who can take care of helping others!
I naturally understand my parents' little abacus, and I understand my parents' difficulties, but I have my own ideas. I want to repeat my studies and take the exam for another year.
When I told my parents about the idea, they were vehemently opposed. He also took out that young man to convince me, saying that he was so capable, maybe he would be a cadre in the village like his brother in the future, and they could take care of each other if they married in the village.
Soon, when the time came for the school to start, I sneaked to the school to sign up, but there was no money to pay for tuition. My books are all given by my teacher, and my desk is from the teacher's office. At that time, we were in junior high school, and we brought tables, chairs, and benches from our own homes.
Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed. I only owe ten dollars in tuition!
I cried for three days, and my parents ignored me. If you don't express your stance or scold, it's consuming me. I would cry loudly and hum quietly as I watched my parents go on for a while.
My parents were indifferent and let me go hoarse when I was disappointed.
The teacher urged on his side, but I didn't have a problem here. I didn't think of a hunger strike. My mother didn't call me when the rice was cooked, but I still took the bowl myself and served it to eat. It was also my life that I should not have died, and I looked up sharply during the meal and saw our only family photo framed by my mother. I thought of the hexagram that Uncle had calculated for me, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw and fighting to the death.
With a crying voice, I repeated to my parents the words of Uncle Jizheng, and added a sentence before that, you believe me, I will definitely be able to pass the exam, if I fail again, follow your arrangement.
Unexpectedly, the parents agreed incredibly.
Early the next morning, he threw me a ten-yuan bill, I picked up the money, and ran to the school to pay the tuition fee.
My dream of repeating my studies came true.
My dream of being a teacher has come true.
Whether my parents believed in Uncle You's hexagram or disliked my annoying crying, I didn't ask in detail.
In short, there is not only the hexagram before my uncle's departure, but also the two true and false "Wen" words in my birthday, but on the road of my life, it has always inspired me to move forward; Especially at the fork in the road in my life, it not only gave me hope and strength, but also gave me the determination and confidence to overcome difficulties.
Thanks for every encouragement along the way, even if it is a good lie, I am willing to believe it. Because it is like a lighthouse, illuminating your path.
Let's talk about my sister, although she is good-looking, she lacks a goal in life. She always enjoys other people's arrangements, and she doesn't make her own decisions in life. Later, when she was eighteen years old, she went to her aunt's house to visit her relatives, and was persuaded by her aunt to marry a man who was five years older than him and extremely ugly.
For more than 40 years, he faced the loess with his back to the sky every day, digging in the soil, and dealing with the soil.
She gave birth to two sons, and her second nephew has had epilepsy since he was a child.
Six years ago, after her eldest son divorced, at the age of 60, she was still taking care of her motherless grandson who was still in kindergarten.
Fortunately, I don't have much energy, I can be at peace with what happens, accept everything that life gives, and never complain.
As for me, as a middle school Chinese teacher, because of those two "Wen" characters, I have been trapped by words all my life, crying in words, laughing in words, and I have spent 58 years in waste.