When the years have gradually laid out the marks of the years on me, I look back on the past, and that scene is vivid, often making tears welling up in my eyes.
My name is Sun Jianlin, I was born in 1965, and I am 59 years old. In the past half century, the ups and downs have soaked most of my life, and whenever I recall the past, tears involuntarily overflow into words.
My mother was my grandmother's eldest daughter, and she was twenty years older than her youngest brother. My fourth uncle is only six years older than my nephew.
For as long as I can remember, every Sunday and winter and summer vacation, my fourth uncle would come to my house and take my sister and me to play. According to my mother, my fourth uncle has been taking care of me since I was a full moon, and my grandmother insisted that he postpone school for two years in order to let him take care of me, and I did not start first grade until I was nine years old.
My father's nickname is "Asthma Army" (formerly known as Sun Tiejun), nicknamed Tiedan. Since he was weak and suffering from asthma since he was a child, his grandparents added the word "iron" to his name, hoping that he would be as strong as iron.
The family is poor, and his father is 28 years old (at that time, after 25, he is a leftover single), but no one comes to the door to propose marriage. This made the grandparents worried, unable to eat during the day and unable to sleep at night. In order to allow their son to marry a daughter-in-law, the two of them had to take out the money they had saved for half a year to sell eggs and give it to the matchmaker. If kowtowing could solve the problem, I'm afraid they would have been on their knees a long time ago. They begged the matchmaker to find a girl who was the right person, just to have a child, and to be able to pass on the family lineage to be satisfied.
So, the 28-year-old short and frail mother and father got married after only three months of acquaintance.
As the saying goes: "The hemp rope is broken in detail, and bad luck is found in the miserable." ”
My parents had just been married for a year, and my grandfather suddenly fell ill and died. At that time, my mother was eight months pregnant, and my grandfather never saw my birth and passed away with regret. My grandmother also died when I was two years old.
My mother has been married for three years and sent away two old people, and life is difficult. My grandmother felt sorry for my mother, but she also had a lot of things to do, so she asked my fourth uncle to send her to my house to help my mother take care of the children, so that my mother could have time to participate in labor and earn her share. The mother's body is thin, and the work given by the production team is also the lowest.
With the help of my grandmother, grandfather and fourth uncle, our family had a difficult time through the most difficult time.
When I was six or seven years old, I followed my fourth uncle to the field to collect firewood, sweep leaves, and go to the field to pick wild vegetables. In spring, the fourth uncle will pick tender willow buds, elm money, and locust flowers on the tree, which will be steamed and eaten, fried and eaten, and will also be caught. These have become our delicacies.
When he was 15 years old, his father also died of illness. I dropped out of school at the age of 13 and took on the burden of providing for my family.
After my father's death in 1980, the rural production responsibility system was introduced, and our family's life gradually improved. Although I was 15 years old at that time, and my sister was 13 years old, I still needed my fourth uncle to come and help when I was busy with farm work.
As the saying goes: "When the wheat is ripe, the silkworm is old for a while." ”
At that time, farming was all done manually, and the fourth uncle had to be invited to harvest wheat, and the help of the fourth uncle was indispensable for planting and harvesting. There are 100 families in our village, and there is no one who does not know the fourth uncle.
I remember one year, when the wheat was ripe, there was a heavy rain and wind, and the whole wheat field was almost blown down, and all of them lay on the ground.
As soon as the weather is fine, we must hurry to harvest the wheat. Because if the harvest is late, the ears of wheat will sprout in the water of the ground, and all the grain of that year will be lost. The fourth uncle was busy in his wheat field during the day, and came to help us cut the wheat all night at night, so that our rations could be saved, but the fourth uncle was so tired that he couldn't straighten up his waist for several days.
When my fourth uncle got married when he was 24 years old, my sister and I were already married. I married a girl who sold watermelons, and my sister married a village boy.
The daughter-in-law married by the fourth uncle is a full village girl, and the whole village said that the fourth uncle has earned money in this life, and after marrying such a kind and sensible daughter-in-law, having a good wife is like having a backing.
The fourth uncle lived an ordinary life in the farmland all his life, but in my heart, he was the greatest hero. He didn't succeed, but he taught me a lot and made me understand the true meaning of life. He was the most ordinary peasant, but he had the broadest heart.
Today, the fourth uncle is over the age of old, but he is still the eternal hero in my heart, the fourth uncle who accompanied me through my childhood, like an hourglass under the locust tree, time keeps flowing, and the years leave behind deep gratitude and endless nostalgia.
The thing that makes me most proud is that I have such a fourth uncle, he is my role model, and I will always remember it.
(This article is purely a fictional story, there is no real comparison, please do not sit in the right seat, the picture ** on the Internet).