Read Liu Chengzhang's prose?

Liu Chengzhang, 1937, a native of Yan 'an, is a contemporary poet and essayist, and a member of Yan 'an, Shaanxi. The following is what I brought to you for your appreciation.

Turn nine songs

Stepping on the thin snow, I came to Zhaojiagou. It's more than eighty miles from here to Yan 'an. The village is small, but dozens of stone kilns have been newly installed. Seen from a distance, it is clean and tidy and dusty. All the doors rang, the windows were lit, and red couplets and window grilles were put up. The richness of life, the enthusiasm of the Spring Festival, and the joy in the hearts of the villagers, like an altar of wine, are fragrant and straight to the heart.

On the playground of the school in front of the village, the snow has been swept away, and a group of neatly dressed male members are digging holes to plant sorghum stalks. I don't need to ask, they are preparing for the turn of the Nine Songs.

I'm here to see the nine songs.

According to legend, Jiuqu, also known as Jiuqu Yellow River Array, was an ancient array in China. Later, when people in northern Shaanxi celebrated the New Year, they arranged lanterns according to this arrangement, so that people could wander around and have fun. It's called turning nine songs. Although my clothes were buried on the Yanhe River and I grew up drinking Yanhe River, I never had a chance to appreciate its elegance. A few years ago, the world was so noisy, who had the heart to make a scene? Now, the grain output in Yan 'an area has greatly increased, and the people have lived a happy life. This ancient custom of celebrating the Spring Festival is about to bloom again in people's hearts: there are troubles in the city and troubles in the countryside. Because of years of writing and writing, I prefer the strongest local flavor, so I arrived here not far from Wan Li.

After chatting with me for a while, the members got to know me well and played a joke on a young man. I just noticed that the young man still has big sideburns. Once upon a time, the wind that smoked the south window actually blew into this remote ravine. An old man named Yang made fun of "big sideburns":

"ah! Say you are a man and your hair has grown so long; Say you are a woman, don't braid your hair! "

This sentence caused a laugh. "Big sideburns" smiled and twisted the ugly boy's arm, and he dodged the crowd. I think the action of "big sideburns" is still simple and lovely.

In his thirties, the captain, looking dignified and strong, also laughed with everyone. Calm down, but he seriously said to "big sideburns":

Qiu Shan forced you to end up! I made a promise: no pushing, no taking part in the nine turns! ""big sideburns "twisted his neck unconvinced, but his face was red. He dug a hole and bowed his head and said nothing.

I watched it for a long time, and the sorghum stalks they planted were just the opposite of those planted in the ground. Hair tips down, hair roots up, hair roots all trimmed. I asked what was going on and the captain said:

"A lamp should be placed on each sorghum stalk." I know. Sorghum stalks are used as lampposts. "The hair root is up, and the lamp can be put aside after it is trimmed."

It was stupid of me to think that the lamp was hung by a rope. Stupid as hell. If you don't come here to have a look, where will you know there are these secrets?

When the captain saw that I was tired from walking, he left what he was doing, led me into the village and arranged for me to rest in the kiln. After staying for an hour, I heard that a lamp was being made in the upper courtyard kiln, so I cut it off eagerly.

I heard women talking and laughing in the distance. When we entered the kiln, everyone was busy: some made lamps, some made light rafts, and some made lampshades. The lamp capsule is cut with potatoes, cut into squares, circles and pentagons, and then an oil pit is dug on it, and it is finished. As for the light raft, the "bend" on the top of the sorghum stalk, that is, the slender part of the spike, is cut in half and cut into one inch. Every two sections are tied into a cross with a wick, and the wick stands at the intersection of the cross. When in use, the lamp raft floats on the lamp oil. The lampshade is very beautiful. It is made of red and green paper.

I'm really surprised at the skillful hands of women. Almost everything they make is handicrafts, which can be put out for exhibition. I can't help but praise a few words. A girl spoke:

"The old pockmarked man is full of flowers. Stop laughing at people!"

What she blurted out was actually a very vivid trip to heaven. Her tone is like playing the piano. I can't help but pay attention to her: wearing a red coat, the oval face is white and clean, and there seems to be wisdom hidden between the eyebrows. Judging from my accent, my hometown must be Sui and Mi areas. I said, "How dare you joke? I can't even learn! "

"Stop giving people 2.5 feet!" She brushed her hair. "There is no one in Sichuan who is more porcelain than me." I want to see my smart wife. She is in the kiln next door! "

People say this woman's name is Ye Ye.

Just then, there was a bang on the window lattice, like the sound of a small stone. The women all laughed, but only foliage bowed its head. _ A daughter-in-law who scraped the lamp smiled and said, "Yaya, please go, I can't wait!"

"Tell him to wait! I am anxious for him! " +Ye Ye said. Her face turned red.

I had guessed who called her, but it was not convenient to joke when I first arrived, so I went to find a smart wife.

The girl group sitting in the kiln next door, though with her grandson in her arms and wrinkled face, is really a "clever daughter-in-law" that makes people fall for it. She is cutting paper for the big lantern. I was dumbfounded. Without drawing any patterns, as soon as the scissors fell, she cut out a yangko team: there were forty or fifty yangko players with different faces and vivid dance steps. It only takes about twenty minutes to cut. Women said that in those days, when she was young, she gave * * * a performance of cutting window grilles.

I haven't seen how Jiuqu actually turns. What I saw was the preparation of nine songs, but my heart was full of excitement.

After dinner, thin snowflakes began to fall. At dinner, the fragrance of oil cake, glutinous rice and wine, mixed with the charm of snowflakes, spread in the mountain village. Laughing and laughing all day, I also integrated into it, and my voice became louder. Then, gongs and drums rang, suona rang, and the white dog or black dog squatting on the alkali bank at home also scrambled to grab the land and called away. Men and women, old and young, yangko players, like water, flock to the school playground-it's time to turn nine songs!

I was caught in the crowd and strode with the captain. Snowflakes fell on my face, cold and itchy. Whose child ran straight ahead and almost tripped me; The captain quickly helped me, scolding the child and telling me to be careful and walk slowly. In fact, he walked faster and faster, and then he simply dragged me to run. I know in my heart that the village turned nine times for the first time in so many years, and the captain was in a hurry and was afraid of chaos. Run, run. I have been used to climbing this mountain in my hometown since I was a child. Not that delicate. I'm willing to run, too. Take a sneak peek!

Nine lights flashed before our eyes. At first glance, the stars are bright, illuminating the ravines and snowflakes flying all over the sky. For a moment, I felt as if I had seen such a scene. Oh, I remember. I have seen it. The day after the National Day last year, I flew back to Xi 'an from the capital and looked at the lights in the ancient city. Isn't it very similar to this? However, the scale is much larger, and tonight is just a microcosm of it; However, at the moment, the lights are arranged vertically and horizontally, together with thousands of snowflakes with halo, creating a dazzling and confusing scene, which is even more charming than what I saw that time.

I saw ten big lanterns hanging high on the playground. The paper-cut of the Yangko team cut by the "clever daughter-in-law" is stuck on these lanterns. Suddenly, did the yangko team on the lantern jump down? Why are colored silks flying everywhere?

Accompanied by the suona sound of gongs and drums, the Yangko team took the "umbrella head" as the leader and swam into the light first. The flower umbrella in the hand of the "umbrella head" should fall with the sound of gongs and drums and rotate round and round, just like floating on the whirlpool of the Yellow River. The colorful silks in the hands of the Yangko players are constantly dancing, like clouds smeared on the sky of the Yellow River. When the umbrella rotates, the shining snowflakes also rotate; When colorful silk flies, so do shiny snowflakes. This flower umbrella, this colored silk, as well as these snowflakes and smiling faces, are all illuminated by lights, all spinning in the nine waves, intoxicated.

I was dazzled and amazed by the graceful and unrestrained dance of the Yangko team. I have worked in a professional troupe for many years and am familiar with many actors. Some of them are very artistic, but few of them can perform such a performance. The yangko team laid off by the "clever daughter-in-law" should also feel ashamed. I think this nine-lantern dance yangko team can also be said to be cut, but it is cut with traditional realistic giant scissors and stuck to the huge lanterns of our beautiful life.

I swam in with the crowd. It seems that all the light in the world is gathered here at once. Lights are on, eyes are on, smiling faces are on, figures are on, and even the blowing wind is on. Flying snowflakes, with apertures, are like flying lights. I see that in our bright team, there are bright old people, bright wives and bright children holding hands by bright mothers. Everyone in the village-from the age of 89 to the toddler-is probably here. One by one bright, smiling, light-footed, stepping on drums, stepping on snowflakes, swimming happily in the light.

My heart also lit up, and an associative rainbow rose. I think these lights are more like blooming mountain flowers; People fly around like butterflies, flapping their bright wings; I think these lanterns are more like a mature sorghum, people are more like holding a sickle, more like holding a polished sickle and singing cheerful songs; I also think that China's lanterns are neat, line by line, more like a staff of a beautiful movement, more like vibrating strings, and people are more like dancing bright notes. There was a burst of laughter and I saw people looking behind me together. I quickly turned my face, and it turned out that it was Grandpa Yang next to me, who actually twisted the yangko. He shook off patches of light and snowflakes. It seems that he used to be a good yangko player with beautiful arms and legs, but now he deliberately exaggerates his movements to make people happy. After he had a good time, I asked:

"Uncle, how old are you?"

"Sixteen," he replied with a smile. A ray of light and a few snowflakes shook off my eyebrows.

"Sixty." The captain explained, "When he was young, Comrade Zhou Enlai taught him to write."

"You are so happy!" In the sound of gongs and drums, I looked at Uncle Yang and raised my voice. I think there is a ray of light in my eyes and a few snowflakes in my mouth.

"I was happy then, but now I am happy. A few years later, "my uncle said with a sigh," Happiness, I got a begging stick in a black hole! " After a while, he said, "Don't say that. I just want you to know that last year alone, I hit eight thousand kilograms of grain! "

Yang couldn't restrain his joy any longer. He asked me to tell the old comrades who had worked in Yan 'an that Yan 'an was prosperous again, just as it was in mass production. Everyone has food and clothing, and he likes embarrassment. I hope they can all come back to see the gloomy rhyme when they have a chance, but it just flashes in people's minds and disappears. Everything in front of me is so bright. But I suddenly remembered "big sideburns". I was a little disappointed that I couldn't see him around. I couldn't help poking the captain who walked in front of me, saying that he shouldn't give such a strict order to keep the young man out of the happy crowd. The captain waved and pointed to our left:

"Isn't that right? Here he comes! "

I glanced at some lanterns, and when I took a closer look, it was him, but he had already bought them and still had the same hairstyle as other young people. Who is the girl in front of him? So affectionate with him, he turned and smiled, stuffed something for him, and he swallowed it in one gulp. Even snowflakes and lights are swallowed up and crossed together. I finally recognized the girl as Ye Ye. The captain said:

"A pair of lovers. Don't let big sideburns, in fact, it means branches and leaves. The woman is amazing and says she wants to keep it. Without saying anything, she blew it! I can help them. The captain's voice seems to contain light and light. Under the illumination of nine songs, everything is so harmonious, so full and so charming. I feel that these simple and honest farmers and I are lingering in the flickering poems.

There is a lot of snow and noise. The halo on the snowflake is also big and round. People's heads, eyebrows and shoulders are covered with a layer of snow and light, like jade carvings. It's snowing too. Who wants to leave? People are spinning and reveling more happily in the light snow.

After a lamp, there is another lamp. Each lamp is like a sign of a day, and one * * * is 365 lamps, just like a sign of a whole year. I wish people bright every day! After a lamp, there is another lamp. Nine lights, like our way forward. Our route is tortuous, and so is our road. But on the winding road, where there are difficulties and pains, just like tonight, although it is snowing, there is always light shining on us. We will never be discouraged. Even if a few sad tears sometimes fall, these tears are full of hope!

After a lamp, there is another lamp. My imagination, thoughts, became nine lights.

How attached I am! In retrospect, I really want to go back, tear up a few pieces of light, and take a poem with me, like a handkerchief given by my lover in my first love, which is often carried in the scabbard beside me. These lights will shine in every cave tonight and will definitely give the whole village a plum petal _! Second, weave a transparent and sweet dream.

: ocean

I finally saw the sea.

My hometown is far from the sea, in Yan 'an on the northern Shaanxi Plateau. When I was about six or seven years old, some children and I caught grasshoppers in the mountains. The sun in the sky is drying and baking, and even the mountain wind seems to blow out of the stove. We are very thirsty. "He's dying of thirst!" Lock and shout. He is one year older than me, and he also wears open-backed pants. This master!

I suddenly thought of the sea. "If there is a sea, we will jump in and drink enough!" I look forward to licking my chapped lips. I thought seawater was drinkable.

"Silly son!" The lock gave me an oblique look. He didn't know that the sea water could not be drunk, but said, "I don't think I can drown you!" " "

"I'm not afraid!" I don't believe it. "My uncle can catch me. His legs are very long! " "How long has it been? As long as a camel's leg? " Lock lock neck twisted, like a scholar.

"Is the sea deeper than Yanhe?" The woman asked. "deep!" ,

"Is it deeper than a well?" I think of the well under the pumpkin mountain, which is the darkness in the middle of winter. I can only reach the bottom by connecting two shoulder poles.

"deep!" The lock is still firmly locked. My heart can't help being shocked.

At that time, I tried to imagine the sea. What a deep splash! Inside, small fish are swimming and frogs are chirping. I stand on this side of the sea, and my uncle's home must be on the other side of the sea; If my mother wants me to send some oil cakes and pancakes to my grandmother, I will walk around the shore, and it may take me a day to get there.

As a result, the sea often wets my immature dreams.

Now, I'm standing on a real beach. My feet are not on the loess in my hometown, but on the rocks; It is not the dry mountain wind in my hometown that blows my hair, but the wet and salty sea breeze. Although I have lost my childlike innocence and know the depth and breadth of the sea, I am still excited by the scene before me. I really want to scream with open arms.

At present, it is a world of water, waves and waves. Between the sea and the sky, it's gray, and you can't tell where the boundary is. A ship as big as a cliff floats on the sea and loses weight in an instant, just like a leaf. And the depth of the sea, look at its blue, and think about why the sky is the same color as it.

My childhood friends, my locks, Xiuer, where are you now? Have you ever seen the sea? How foolish we were when we were young! What a fool! Looking at the rough sea again, I suddenly thought that I had seen a very similar scene when I was young, but I never expected that men were like the sea.

That time, it was also on the mountain. Suosuo, Nuxiu and I climbed and climbed with my big white dog until we reached the top of a high mountain. We are taller than the Central Auditorium. We are taller than the pagoda. Looking around, one mountain after another, looking in all directions, looking in the south and looking in the north, one next to another, squeezing one by one, chasing one by one, just like living, rolling up and down and heading for the distant horizon.

Now that I think about it, the scene of that mountain is just like this sea: as vigorous as the sea, as vast as the sea, as magnificent as the sea. That mountain is like the sea, inspiring people to grow and broadening their horizons and minds.

The sea has been changing its charm; When the sun rises, it is very calm. The blue sea is quiet. * * * The big waves are gone, and even the splash seems to be less. But all the waves that jump into people's eyes reflect the sun like a mirror, flashing here and there, as bright as lightning. At the junction of the sea and the sky, it is shrouded in fog, just like a tall house, and the fine waves pounce on the "house" like flashing lights. This reminds me of the night in Yan 'an-she is so charming!

I remembered me, Suosuo and Nvxiu, who were still sitting on the hillside enjoying the night view of Yan 'an. My big white dog is following us closely. Probably afraid that the wolf will take us away and we won't be able to get rid of it.

Great white dogs are good at getting close to people. When I was sitting there, he put his hairy head on my lap, lay down and looked at me from time to time to see how much I gave him back. Or, wagging your tail around me and sticking out your tongue, * * * doesn't like wearing shirts.

Good memories stir my heart.

I put on my shoes, stepped on a few pieces of gravel, and walked on a huge reef. I can't get enough of this sea!

Suddenly I heard a blare, and a white light jumped into my face and shook my forehead, which startled me. The concept that flashed through my mind was: dog, my big white dog! In a flash, I seem to be a teenager again-ghosts and big white dogs are playing with me again! It has done this several times: it suddenly jumped on me and put its front paws on my shoulder. I took a look and didn't see a dog in front. I'm at the seaside! My heart failed, and the sea reflected my smile. The tide is rising. Snow-white waves surged, roared and rushed to the reef, then stood up and pounced on my cheek. This color, this sound, this action are too similar to my big white dog! The waves splashed on my face, itchy and cool. Then Haitao retreated again, walking far and far, making a purring sound.

How spectacular! Here, there are more than ten meters of white waves surging in, bouncing on the coast, making a loud noise, splashing, and then retreating; There, there is another white wave of the same length. One white wave after another, connected into a long uneven white array, constantly impacting the coast. In the depths of the sea, more and more intense agitation is carrying new and more waves.

This reminds me of a story. When I was young, my grandfather told me. It is said that when * * * first arrived in northern Shaanxi, in the cold winter, there was a stretcher team following the Red Army. Everyone was wearing an old leather coat, called the Leather Team. Those fur coats are all white. The Red Army attacked a county town with hard firepower, followed by the leather team, which was full of white flowers. Where there is ShaSheng, where there are injured Red Army soldiers, there are snow-white old fur coats. With the strong support of the fur team, the red flag was finally inserted into the tower of that county. Seeing the waves on the coast of verbal attacks aroused my long and profound nostalgia for my parents. When the tide was still rising, I saw several children coming to the seaside, their panels were tanned and shiny, and they were barefoot picking up things among the rocks. They are so much like our childhood, they are simply our shadows; Especially that girl, even her laughter is like a nun's. This is the smile of the female xiu when picking jujube. When she laughed, she giggled and her nipples shook in surprise. I couldn't help walking towards them.

"What did you pick up?"

"snail." The girl looked at me and said. I saw that the snail was black, and it was an animal attached to the reef. It looks like a conch, but it is only as big as a jujube.

"Why did you pick it up?"

The little girl giggled: "Don't even understand this? Eat! "

So how much meat is there in a little thing? _ I am so greedy! As greedy as we were when we were young! "How to eat?" The boy motioned to answer first.

"Uncle, it smells good!" The little girl added with a smile.

I'm reminded of the female teacher again. On one occasion, she and I walked back with a basket full of wild jujube, and met the old monitor, who teased and asked if it was delicious. She was furious when she answered the phone. The old monitor loved her so much that he picked a wild flower and pinned it on her head. Suddenly, I feel that the shells attached to the rocks are dotted with dazzling white light, just like the wild flowers on the roadside in northern Shaanxi.

After the children left, I still could not bear to leave. I like watching the sea, watching the tide rise, watching seagulls spread their wings and fly on the tide. I took off my shoes again and let the sea come to my feet kindly; A few seagulls flew very low and passed me friendly. I vaguely feel that the sea is hugging me and I am hugging the sea. We love each other passionately and deeply.

I looked back, no, there was a sea behind me, and all the pebbles were submerged, no way back. In a hurry, who shouted on the shore:

"There is a boat!"

I quickly looked at the distance between the coast and the reef: as long as I use the boat as a bridge here, I can go ashore. But where is the boat? I looked around in panic, except for rocks and waves.

"The left side of that stone!"

It was an old fisherman who showed me the boat. Walking in the direction he pointed, there is a ship. I suddenly have a calm mood of "letting the wind and waves rise". I saw the boat tied by a rope and constantly bumping. Why is the image of the ship so familiar?

Oh, the ship is bumping, just like the little donkey in his hometown who wants to get rid of the reins and walk back and forth uneasily when he sees grass nearby. I pulled the reins cheerfully and pulled the boat over. But it is not easy to shake the boat smoothly and let me pass. Boat racing is as naughty as a donkey. I remember the battle to defend Yan 'an that year.

The battle began and we went to the countryside. One morning, the village chief asked us to take a little donkey to the bank. We pulled hard, but the little donkey just disobeyed and the lock fell down. Lock, lock, touch your broken knee and cry!

"Little donkey" was finally conquered by me and took me to the seaside. I saw the old fisherman closing his net. There are many mysterious stories hidden in the wrinkles on his bronze face.

"Why don't you come back?" "yes." I said. "Do you like the sea?" "I like it." I asked him again, "You spend the whole year at the seaside. It may be a long time. "

"Look at what you said!" The old fisherman seems unhappy. After a while, he looked at the sea affectionately, as if to himself, "The sea has nurtured us! The sea has nurtured us! "

As if to prove the old fisherman's words, several fishing boats returned from the sea, each with a white spray belt behind it. The fishing boat is not too big from a distance, but it approaches, and its bow is as high as a theater in the rural areas of northern Shaanxi. The sea under the fishing boat is flushed by the sunset glow, like a peach blossom on a March tree in northern Shaanxi.

Thinking about it, I wondered: Why do I always associate the sea with northern Shaanxi? Just because northern Shaanxi is my hometown? What is more like the sea in essence in northern Shaanxi? I suddenly remembered the old fisherman's words: "The sea has nurtured us!" "

Tiger shoes

As time goes by, I am now in my forties.

On my forehead, which is as rough as bark, I often see a pair of bud-like feet and a pair of Shuang Hu leather shoes on them. My mother told me everything.

It was the spring of 1937, like an ordinary rain star falling from the sky in my hometown Yan 'an, and like an ordinary grass bud sprouting from that ravine. I was born when chickens don't crow and dogs don't bite. My great-grandfather was a plasterer, his grandfather was a shoemaker, and his second uncle grinded noodles for others. My father was a bit clever at that time. As a primary school principal, he secretly participated in the revolution very early. He was just an ordinary poor scholar and an ordinary party branch secretary. I was born in such a family. I lay on the kang covered with broken sand felt, like a potato egg just dug out of the soil. Thirty days have passed in an instant. Although the family was poor, according to the custom at that time, the "full moon" was to be celebrated. Dad was busy with his work, but at the urging of his grandfather, he took a day off. My uncle, who was studying in the normal school, also came back. My mother, who is only twenty years old, is full of joy, holding me in her arms, patting me on the light, nursing and changing diapers for a while. Not enough kissing, not enough pain, not enough love. She specially tied a red paper egg for me, stood on tiptoe and hung it high on my back. This is the second sun in my eyes, which was given to me by my mother. The family is happy, the pots and pans jingle, the mutton is stewed and the cake is fried. 1 Banner III The light blue smoke from my chimney is also fragrant. Laughter was soaked in the bright sunshine. Grandma, grandpa, relatives and neighbors, all the guests are here. They gave me many gifts: small locks, small bracelets, betel nut hammers and flowered hats. They scrambled to get me off my mother's leg, hold me in their arms, hold me in front of them, and let me play with my tongue out.

Although at this moment, in this Xiaotian field in my home, I have simply become a little star; But what am I if I put it in Yan' an city and put it in the whole northern Shaanxi Plateau? Although my home is busy, not many people know it.

At this moment, however, a woman, who just made shoes for * * * more than a year ago, walked into the door and put a pair of hand-made tiger shoes on my feet. She also gave me a small dress with red flowers and green leaves.

Who is she?

Think about the famous folk song Dongshan Xishan in northern Shaanxi! Think of the person who is regarded as the eldest sister-in-law by countless old revolutions!

She was none other than Comrade Liu Zhidan's wife, Comrade Tong. My father used to work in Yongning Mountain under Uncle Zhidan, and had close friendship with Uncle Zhidan and her. On my hot kang, Uncle Zhidan's laughter echoed many times. When I celebrated the full moon, Uncle Zhidan died soon, and endured great grief with his mother. With the dim sesame oil lamp and needle and thread in front of the window, he made me a gift for the full moon. She used to have eye diseases, but now, her eyes are bloodshot and red. She picked me up, kissed my little face, made me pee on her skirt, and put on tiger shoes for me. This tiger shoe embroidered with gold and silver thread, this tiger shoe that illuminates my young life!

Tiger shoes are a security folk custom, like window grilles, simple, rough and vivid. Mainly in red, supplemented by gold, mix and match black, white and purple, and the color is warm and vivid. With shoes as warm as the mother's hands, there is hope for the next generation from the revolutionary mother.

These tiger shoes are on my feet, and a room full of women are around me. I'm surprised at this touch and that expression. Even my uncle, who was frying cakes, squeezed into the crowd. Grandma was anxious and shouted, "Look at your greasy paws." My uncle knows grandma's temper and dare not be stubborn. He washed his hands with a clay bowl and washed it again and again before winning the right to touch it. His simple and honest appearance made everyone laugh. My family is poor and broke, because this pair of tiger shoes adds infinite joy.

Wearing these tiger shoes on my feet, I seem to feel, see and understand. I turn my bright little eyes round and round, babbling something, flapping my fat legs and arms, and announcing my pride and happiness to my mother, father and the whole world. Because of these tiger shoes, I have been satisfied all my life.

This pair of tiger shoes is on my feet. Tiger's ears are standing high, tiger's beard is trembling and tiger's teeth are shining. They carry the glory of Yongning Mountain and spread the righteousness of Yongning Mountain, as if people can lift their skirts with a long whistle. I am a tender lump that can only cry, as if I suddenly grew up and became mighty; My little feet, tender as radish, seem to kick and bite at once.

This pair of affectionate shoes gave me a heavy blessing!

At this moment, I think, whether people pay attention or not, Yanhe must be singing and birds must be dancing; History, we should write this down. Naturally, this is not because of me, but because of an extraordinary woman, because of her mother.

I feel ashamed and worthless. I have made no contribution to the people in my life, and I have no face to visit my mother. But I have deep feelings for Uncle Zhidan and my mother. I once wrote several poems praising Uncle Zhidan over and over again with my clumsy pen, just to express this kind of mind.

I still have some ideas about writing this thing today, for self-encouragement. I will always remember that my feet are wearing tiger shoes made by my mother. That's the first pair of shoes I've worn in my life, tiger leather shoes. I want to reorganize my spirit, strive to create a new situation of the four modernizations, and increase my courage to be innovative and enterprising.