Shan Ying's prose

Pre-editing remarks: I have been on the blog for less than eight months. Thanks to the love of my blog friends, nearly ten people want to climb up with the old man and call him "dad". I am ignorant, and I have little knowledge, no skills, and no luck. We are willing to get along with each other on an equal footing, make friends through literature, discuss with each other, learn from each other and form close friends. I would like to introduce my son, Shan Ying, as follows.

Shan Ying is my son. In the early 196s, Shan Ying was born in Wuxi, which turned the tide of prosperity in my family in recent years. Finally, a man was added, bringing hope and joy.

the elder sister is born first, that is, she blooms first and then bears seeds. The untimely birth of the two children is a continuous natural disaster, and the national economy is tense, so they don't have enough to eat, and the grain is calculated by particles. Shan Ying is very clever, learning early, and babbling every day, I don't know the worries of adults. It will be called "dad" soon, and the voice is loud and clear. I like it very much.

We both tightened our belts to feed the children. I couldn't stand the hardships of work and life and fell ill. My parents took the opportunity to mobilize my family to go back to my hometown in Shandong. On the train, I held two children who were not sensible, and repeatedly said, "Children, will this move bring you bad luck or happiness in the future?" Mom and dad are helpless! "

When the children of the poor are in charge early, when they are a little older, they take part in housework, mowing the grass, raising rabbits, digging wild vegetables and collecting chicken excrement ... We work in the fields, and our two children are left at home to help us cook and pick the ears of wheat, and often sleep outside the gate. We are very sad to see them.

Shan Ying is very clever and can look at her eyes. Once in a urinal, I hit him. Before the slap fell, he begged for mercy: "Don't hit me, I was wrong. I won't pee in the urinal, drink water or eat!" Ouch! It hurts! " It makes me angry and funny.

he doesn't like washing dishes. I arrange shifts every day. It's his turn. He's not at home and sneaks into the yard. The neighbor asked him, "Have you eaten?" He said, "No, I'll wash the dishes if I eat." The team regarded this as a laughing stock to tease him.

Grandpa came back from the northeast and inherited the rich peasants' hat. After ten years of turmoil, grandma, who was inexperienced, was scared into a cerebral hemorrhage and fell down and never got up again. In that era of drawing a clear line, we didn't dare to show our grief in our hearts and sent grandma away in a daze. The family could not bear this unexpected blow and was immersed in grief and despair. Unknowingly sad, Shan Ying glued a fake beard with cotton and made a tobacco pouch with a piece of sorghum straw. His sister wore a cooking apron, and the two brothers and sisters sang and twisted in the pit, singing "Mao Xuan of the old couple's mouth":

After eating and washing the bowl,

The old couple came to the window to learn Mao Xuan.

old man, hey,

old woman, hey,

which one do you think we should learn?

I think we should learn this one.

class enemies are delusional about the bad weather.

We poor and middle peasants must keep our eyes open ...

The vivid performance of the children made people forget their grief just now, and they couldn't help laughing. The house was full of hope and vitality for survival ...

More interestingly, I was born in a bad family that year and was regarded as a living target of class struggle. I said to my wife during the Spring Festival, "This is my worst year. I hope to have a good dream tonight and let me have a good start next year." My wife comforted me and said, "I will have a good dream and let you have a smooth year." In the middle of the night, I was awakened by crying, and my wife said, "I dreamed that you were lying flat on the ground, but you couldn't wake up!" How can you live without me and two children? " Said and cried. My heart tightened together, secretly hating this ominous dream, but I still comforted my wife: "Dreams are the opposite, and death is the life. I can't go wrong this year." My wife laughed through tears when I said it.

I tied a lantern for Shan Ying during the Spring Festival. The children are so happy that they have been around me. Just after a few steps, the wind blew the paper away and put it out. Shan Ying held a lantern and shouted, "Dad is dead, Dad is dead!" I was disgusted and quickly corrected him: "Dad is not dead, but he is alive and well. It should be said that the fire in the lantern tied by dad went out! " Shan Ying is young, so he knows this. Just lit, I heard him cry again: "Dad is dead again, Dad is dead again!" " The more taboo, the more problems.

I took Shan Ying to the grave to deliver the lanterns, and I introduced the ancestors in the grave one by one: "This is my mother, your grandmother. That's my grandfather, you should call him great-grandfather ... "When I finished talking, Shan Ying suddenly asked," Dad, where is your grave? " I am very unhappy in my heart, thinking, things are only three, children's foresight will work, and my new year will definitely be over. But I still pretended to be calm and said to him, "Dad's grave is long before you become an old man!" "

My outspoken wife told my unhappiness to the people in the production team as a joke. Everyone couldn't help teasing me when they saw me: "Aren't you dead?" "Have you found your grave?" I feel tingling, but it's not easy to attack. I just complain secretly.

that year, I was walking on thin ice, and I spent it carefully, but it was very calm. (My poor book Doubt (with traces of time) is described in detail, please refer to it. )

During the Cultural Revolution, Shan Ying went to school, worked part-time and worked every day. At that time, I was a strong laborer of the production team, pushing carts all day, sending fertilizers to the fields and transporting crops back to the yard. Shan Ying gets up at three or four o'clock every day and pulls the cart for me. There are many mountains and rivers in my hometown, and there are all stones under my feet. The child understands the hardship of Laozi, pulls the cart and sweats, never shows weakness, and works very hard.

the ingredients in my family are not good, and my children suffer greatly. Join the league, participate in activities, love to limit. To work in the production team, others can be free and casual, but not my son. Others can be choosy when they work, but Shan Ying can't. You must be honest and obedient. The captain once beat my child in front of me and scolded, "You are rich and young, and you want to turn the sky upside down?" If I can't cure you, captain, don't do it! " I was heartbroken when I beat my child, and my heart was broken. I really hate that I was born in a bad family and couldn't protect my own children. I could only be angry and dare not speak, and I knocked out my teeth and swallowed it.

Shan Ying is fifteen years old. Encouraged by many good people, he went to his grandparents in Shijiazhuang with his sister, begging him to do something in the army and arrange a job for him. Before leaving, many people told him about their interests and advised him not to come back anyway. Shan Ying also realized the influence of his birth on himself and said, "I'm afraid I'll beg outside, so I won't come back." Everyone and I have great hopes for him, thinking that my family has such a son, and my parents will definitely find a way. After more than half a month, the child came back crying and said to me, "Grandma said, we can't even manage your father. How can we manage you?" I can't manage so much if I manage a generation! "

The spring breeze of the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee has spread all over Shenzhou, and the reform and opening-up policy has freed us from spiritual shackles and brought us a spring of hope. We have returned to work in the city. Life is hard, but everyone is happy and full of confidence and hope to the other side of happiness.

My son graduated from high school and went to join the recruitment. A scientific research unit suddenly took a fancy to him and decided to come down. I was preparing to go to work when I suddenly changed my mind. It is said that it was replaced by the son of a section chief of the labor bureau who opened the back door. I was so angry that my son burst into tears.

Fortunately, a large state-owned factory in the city hired him and went to the workers' university in the factory with a salary.

Life is slowly moving towards the right path. My son is getting married, and my daughter-in-law is a nurse in the hospital ...

Time flies, and the good days are rising like arrows. Children are married, have their own new nest, and have a happy next generation.

In a blink of an eye, my niece has worked, my granddaughter will graduate from college, and some will be promoted to college and ideal high school ...

Throughout my children, there are no officials, no big names, no bosses, no glorious ancestors, and their achievements are admirable. There is no typical story that is vigorous and worthy of praise. They are ordinary citizens and ordinary workers. They are all making modest contributions to the society with their own skills and hands. They are diligent, frugal, plain, law-abiding, law-abiding, and have a comfortable, stable and interesting life. Never give me any trouble. They are considerate of our past hardships and very filial. Everyone suggests that we should go there whenever we like, as long as we live a long and healthy life, it is our greatest support and wish for them.

I should mention my son Shan Ying and his sister, who lived the longest, worked the most, suffered the most and contributed the most in difficult times. They often recall the wasted years in the past, and when they see the hometown people who come to buy apples, they are always enthusiastic to help each other.

Shan Ying flew in from the storm, crossed in the stormy waves, and gained a pair of wise eyes and strong wings. Now that the blue sky is vast and the sky is boundless, it is a good time to make great achievements. I sincerely wish my son, Shan Ying, soar and soar, and have a bright future in Wan Li.