Prose me and my father

Before I was thirty, God asked me, Do you believe in life? I said I didn't believe it. After thirty years old, God asked me again, do you believe in life? I said believe it. He said, do you believe that life is arranged for you by God? I said God disposes, man proposes. God was very angry. He said maliciously, "There are only eight boxes of rice in the hit, which is not enough to travel all over the world."

Indeed, my life experience has proved that this is an irrefutable truth.

-the author's notes

I was born in a coal mine in western Chongqing. According to my father, the night I was born, it was as dark as a curtain and the wind was howling. Although it is early spring, the wind blows on the face like a knife. My father's words remind me of an old saying, "The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and robbers haunt." So I thought, the reason why there are so many little people around me must be caused by the "dark wind and high moon" that night.

Otherwise, people get together wherever they go. That's what every fortune teller says Then it must be worth exploring. Maybe the night I was born, there must be many monsters attached to me under the cover of night and came to this world with me.

It must be.

My father is from Hunan. When he was a teenager, he was arrested by the Kuomintang. He fled halfway and went to Sichuan. I worked in Wangchang Coal Mine for more than ten years, and was later arranged to marry my mother.

My mother is from Wutongqiao. As far as age is concerned, parents are very mismatched. Mom and dad are fourteen years old. In appearance, my father is tall and burly, tall and straight, and my mother is petite and exquisite They stand together and become a perfect couple.

However, as far as IQ is concerned, mothers lag far behind their fathers. Neither father nor mother can read, but my father can write his name and a beautiful Arabic numeral. Mom is different. Even if you hold her hand, she can't write a decent 1, 2, 3. Don't think my mother is stupid when I say this. In fact, she is not stupid at all. Why else did she give birth to several clever daughters? But, as we say here, it's a bit sinister.

Mother is good at independent thinking. She doesn't know how to take care of her family, and she doesn't know how to be close or distant. The biggest regret in her life is to treat her family as enemies and her enemies as relatives.

Of course, mothers also have advantages. She does needlework quite well. The soles she accepted are solid and beautiful, and it is my honor to wear the shoes made by my mother on my feet. But this honor is rare. She doesn't know her last name because she often helps others make shoes and others flatter her that her shoes are good. Therefore, there is no end to making shoes for others.

Father clearly knows that being lazy at home is good for outsiders, but he may not say it because he is afraid to say it. Father is honest and kind by nature, and it is reasonable for him to let his mother.

Mom knows nothing but these. And my father, when he is free, often goes to the teahouse to listen to books and watch plays. He can tell with relish all the plays he has seen and all the books he has heard. After listening to many books and personal experiences, my father learned a lot about being a man. I also know how to see the world with my own eyes. Father always said that you would rather starve to death than drink. My father's words once made my ears cocoon. But at that time, I just didn't understand the meaning of my father's sentence.

My father explained that people should have backbone and can't just follow them.

This time I understood, but only understood, not experienced, not felt.

Later, after reading more books, I realized that my father's sentence was originally a replica of "what you gain must lose", and after entering the society, I understood the meaning of "coming without a cup" more deeply.

At this time, I can't help but sigh: how smart dad is! He lives today, but he knows the ancients. Knowing the hardships of the world, knowing that raising children to study is a big deal.

Maybe it's the consciousness in my father's bones. Therefore, our five sisters are all copies of our mother except the fourth and fifth, and they are all reading materials.

Especially me, I am outstanding. Perhaps, when I was pregnant, my father made an extra effort. However, they gave me the wrong time and name. My name is guangchun. Light, originally for the sake of brightness, has completely changed its meaning in front of spring. "Light" can't be understood as "nothing"? "Nothing" means nothing. As we often say, "I ate everything." It means eat clean and go out to eat. In that case, doesn't my name "Guangchun" mean "no spring"? One can live without love and friends, but how can there be no spring? There is no spring. Didn't I become Sister Xianglin? Sister Xianglin is a woman without spring.

I don't know how my father gave me such a name Perhaps, what my father means is that bright spring is bright spring.

However, the opposite is true. I have almost nothing but the knowledge in my head. Especially in times of crisis and disaster, I face it alone. Whenever and wherever, whenever, I have no one to rely on, no one to rely on.

Of course, it is not absolute that there is no one behind. When people need my help, everyone thinks of me first. Think about my hard work, quick legs and good work, so I won't complain.

At this time, there are still many people behind me. Oh!

What's more strange is that there are seven people in my family, but my father and I were born in spring, and we are always in Shihai. According to Mr. Buzz, people born in Shihai have duality:

-harm yourself if you don't harm others. I'm just a suicide.

So, life is rough and rough, a bitter and sour tear, who should I tell?

In Guang Shun Town, Rongchang County in 2008.