Prose: My Hungry Childhood

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Childhood is a happy song, singing her innocence and beauty; Childhood is another red sun rising in Ran Ran in the morning, bringing light and hope to life; Childhood is a flower in bud; I lived a hungry life in my childhood, so I can write a history of hunger.

Life is easy to get old, like a blink of an eye. Now I am getting old quickly, my hair turns white unconsciously, and the wrinkles on my face deepen unconsciously, such as chopping with a knife and axe, and my skin is no longer shiny. I am no longer young, but my impression of youth is getting deeper, stronger and clearer. My youth is miserable. Youth often makes me feel small and inferior, but she is my spiritual wealth. She destroyed me and went on living with a heavy burden.

My mother, from a poor family, is petite and beautiful, but she is poor and has no money to dress up, but she dresses neatly. She was unfortunately pregnant with me in the last year of the three-year difficult period of the motherland. I was born in1February 2, 962, and the dragon looked up. I was too young and cried for a long time. My father thought it was another dead baby. They think I can bring hope to this family because I didn't raise it successfully before. Although I was born without any good omen, I still have great hopes. We live on a hillside called Muzhuping. There are many bamboo gardens, and there are no other specialties except Muzhuping. It is poor and backward, and it is conservative to enter the barren land. My father is a typical specimen farmer with few languages and opinionated views. My grandfather has three men and two women, and Mr. Zhong has five women and no boys. Grandpa adopted his father to Mr. Zhong, but soon Mrs. San gave birth to a boy, and his father's position in the family became straight. Father's character became eccentric, lonely and willful. He knows that he is proud of his ancestors. My grandfather is a leader, eloquent, eloquent and convinced. He is sorry that he has an acute disease. He died young in February1at the age of 36. My father failed to inherit my grandfather's legacy, so he pinned his hopes on me, so that I could grow up quickly, read and write, honor my ancestors and "inspire my family" like a genealogy.

Facts have proved that my birth was unfortunate. First of all, my family is poor, and there are no milk producing objects such as chicken, fish, eggs and noodles. I was born without milk. My mother fed me corn porridge, and I moved my mouth. My mother has been crying, and my mother is sad and crying. Father has been sighing. There was no milk powder at that time, and even if there was milk powder, there was no money to buy it. Fortunately, there is no shortage of people. At that time, my uncle was an accountant in the production brigade, and his life was better than ours. My mother gave birth to her first child, and she had plenty of milk. A pair of big round breasts are full of endless milk, which my cousin can never drink. This is a godsend. My mother is very kind. Whenever her breasts swell, she will come to my house to feed me, so that I can have a good meal. I'm full and hungry. I'm one year old, and only potatoes are left after weaning.

At that time, I was born with congenital deficiency and acquired deformity, with a big head and a thin neck and a thin body. When I was three years old, I got a serious ascariasis and had no money to buy medicine for treatment. My body has become as thin as a vine. Mr. Wang, a kind-hearted man, saw that I was not an adult and bought me a box of Baota candy for treating ascariasis. After I ate it, I pulled down a pile of roundworms, and I slowly. I became the adopted son of Mr. Wang, and I am really happy to have such a teacher as my adoptive father. My adoptive father is not far from my home, and they are all on the same mountain. Although he was a private teacher at that time, he was an old high school student with rich knowledge, serious teaching and caring for students, and was deeply loved by students. Since I had an adoptive father, my health has gradually improved and my knowledge has greatly increased.

If hunger impressed me the most in my childhood, it was not enough for the production team to work collectively and eat the same pot at that time, but my own vegetable garden was pitiful and the supplement was very limited, especially when the green and yellow were not connected, starvation was common. At that time, the state gave a little food to places with serious food shortage, and our family of six gave 120 Jin of food during the spring shortage in March. 12 years old, my father asked me to call 10 Jin first, because there was a grain shortage for three days. I'm hungry with a grain book in my arms and a sack tied to my waist. Walking on a country road, although spring is blooming and beautiful, I have no intention of enjoying it. I passed a house, which smelled delicious meat. My heart is watering and I can't take a step. I insist on leaving.

There are many people in the grain store and there is a long queue. Depart in the morning, arrive at twelve o'clock, and wait in line until four o'clock in the afternoon. I went to pay for the grain book, only to find that I lost it. I searched and searched on me. I searched and searched at the grain store site, but I was still in a hurry. I cried. I asked if anyone had found my food book, which is the life of our family. People around me said a few words of sympathy and comfort. I'm glad to find it. Some people are insensitive, and their meals are tight, but they are still lost. Isn't it because they don't want to live? . I didn't find anything until it was dark. I went home in tears. My parents didn't blame me, they just sighed. How was your day? Father dragged himself to the production captain the next day, and the production captain asked him to find the captain. However, to no avail, that month, our family tightened their belts and used wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger. Although they survived, they all appeared edema, and the edema did not disappear until the new lines came out.

Dear victim,1one day in March, 974, I made a huge mistake. I stole your grain book, and I dare not buy it or return it to you. I am afraid that you will report me. My heart has been suffering and growing day by day. It's been five years now, and I finally figured it out. I want to repent and return the grain purchase book to you, Jin Jin. Sinners! 1March 5, 979

Seeing the letter and the grain purchase book, my heart was mixed and speechless. What is touching is that with the reform and opening up, people's lives have improved and their ideological and moral qualities have improved. How comforting!

My childhood is bitter, but there are also happy things, that is, I especially like reading. /kloc-in the autumn of 0/970, I finally entered school. The school is in Black Lake, with high terrain. At the tip of the storm, I can see many low mountains, and the other mountains all look short under the sky. On the playground. There are always only four grades in the school, from grade one to grade four, with more than a dozen people in each grade. In winter, it is freezing and snowing heavily. All grades in the class are around the fire, reading books with the teacher. After class, they had a snowball fight and made a snowman on the playground. Very interesting. I was studying very well, and Miss Li took special care of me. Miss Li is also a private teacher. He graduated from high school before the Cultural Revolution and was knowledgeable. Later, he was disqualified as a substitute teacher for violating the family planning policy. He teaches very carefully, and every time she takes the exam held by the counseling area (commune). 1973, my father was ill, very ill. There is a sore on the cervical vertebra, which is called beheading sore locally. At that time, I had no money to be hospitalized. Later, I found a barefoot doctor on the other side of the Hegang River. The barefoot doctor's surname is Kang, and Dr. Kang cured my father's illness by indigenous methods. My mother told me to stop studying because my father was seriously ill. After learning about it, Miss Li personally came to my home to mobilize me to continue my study. On that occasion, Miss Li went to my father and said, "I can't stop studying whether I am alive or dead." In this way, I can continue to study. Of course, I am very happy. Reading made me forget my hunger, and I studied harder. My academic performance has always been good. Later, I went to the central school and finished primary school. Later, I finished junior high school and senior high school until I was admitted to a normal school.

My mother gave birth to a little brother on 1972. He is smart, lively and lovely. He is obedient, lovely and sensible. He is much better than me. I think he will be the most promising person in our family in the future. He was the real hope of our family, but a serious illness took his life when he was young.

During the Spring Festival, my brother Junko likes skiing. The place where we live is flat and rich in snow, which is just suitable for skiing. Ski tools are simple. With a high bench, turn it over and it will become a natural snowboard. People squat on the bench, grab the legs of the bench with both hands and slide if they want. Little Shun Di kept playing, even for a long time, without keeping warm, and played for three days in a row. This is what I inferred later. Xiao Shunza is very ill and has been in a coma for a day. At that time, his father didn't have the money to see Xiao Shunza. He was ignorant. He even ran more than 30 miles to Kannonji to invite a man who claimed to be Guanyin Bodhisattva to get medicine. Get the medicine back. Little Junko's child is dead. He died of poverty and ignorance.

It is difficult for a poor family like me to find a girlfriend. I think, if I hadn't made unremitting efforts to improve myself, study hard and make progress every day, I would have been admitted to a normal school and found a job. I'm afraid I'll be single all my life. The poorer I am in the countryside, the more I get married and have children early. 1973, my father was seriously ill, and he felt that the trend of the times was not far away, so he entrusted me. My fourth aunt introduced a family in our team, a little jasper and a girl named Xiao Fang. Fourth aunt took me on a blind date. I remember that the peach blossoms are in March, and the peach blossoms in front of Xiao Fang are very bright. Xiaofang's house is very shabby, and the earth walls are skinned, full of spots and cracks. Xiao Fang has honest parents, two elder brothers who love reading and a deaf sister. Only seven or eight years old, although the clothes are very old, they are also very clean and tidy. Although her face lacks nutrition, it is radiant. Perhaps it is reflected in the brilliant peach blossoms. She has good facial features, soft voice, flexible movements and is very shy. I can't say love at first sight, and I can't say hate. Because of my father's love, my fourth aunt asked me how I was, but I didn't say a word. My fourth aunt became like this. This is a formal engagement. I have a little wife since then. I was only nine years old then. My classmates laughed at me, and so did the children around me. I've been ashamed all day, avoiding people and being afraid of others telling jokes. I don't want to go to Xiao Fang's house again. I am most afraid of holidays, New Year greetings and holidays. Every time my father prepares a gift for me to go to Xiao Fang's house, I am embarrassed to wear sandals and cloth shoes sent by Xiao Fang, even though I have no shoes to wear. My little wife has become my shackle, which makes it difficult for me to break through.

This is my childhood in memory, full of hunger, sadness and pain. Without the suffering at that time, there would be no career today. I became a teacher, a teacher.