Prose: My life is a bowl of cabbage soup.

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Young colleagues often talk to me about work and life. You work hard and live hard every day. Why? Why on earth do people live? I don't want to talk about those mysterious life philosophies, just joking that I live for a bowl of cabbage soup for every meal. It makes a young girl laugh. This is not like a college student. Isn't such a low-level existence like a pig? In fact, you are embarrassed to say, and I know that you just want to make some achievements in your work and marry a beautiful wife as soon as possible. Do you think I'm suitable? I gave a wry smile. No, my life is a bowl of cabbage soup. Where does she really understand what I mean?

I have very strong feelings for cabbage soup, not because I like light cabbage soup; Nor is it because Pearl Jade White Jade Soup saved a generation of Mingjun; I'm not carrying forward the revolutionary tradition of taking pleasure in suffering. Writing such an unattractive topic is not my vulgar aesthetic taste, nor is it the decadence of my life value. My life has ups and downs, my life has ups and downs.

Since childhood, cabbage soup has become a part of my life, maintaining my weak life and allowing me to survive and grow. Every time I pick up the bowl of light cabbage soup, I think of the taste of life that my frugal life has made me taste over the years; Every time I pick up the bowl of light cabbage soup, my eyes are filled with tears; Every time I pick up the bowl of light cabbage soup, those bitter memories that are far away but close at hand can't stop coming to my mind. ...

When I was a child, our family was very poor. Although the spring breeze of reform and opening up has come, we can't feel the real spring sunshine in the ravine of that deep mountain. When there is no food every year, our family often eats the last meal without the next one. My mother moved the vegetables, potatoes and melons that could be eaten in the garden to the dining table in another way. Our whole family actually ate with relish. We have been hungry for several years. In winter, snow covers the desolation and barrenness of the small mountain village, but it can't cover up poverty and hunger. Seeing that the food is decreasing day by day, my mother seldom eats dry food, but drinks cabbage soup bowl by bowl to drive away the hungry "hungry ghost". Sometimes some cornmeal bumps are cooked in cabbage soup, which is the best in our family.

I'm still losing weight day by day. My mother sees it in her eyes, but it hurts in her heart. She often tears secretly. Whenever I have a little white rice, I use a teapot to cook porridge on charcoal fire, or cook a small stove for me. Because I am the youngest, my brothers and sisters can only watch me eat with greedy eyes. I really don't know why glistening rice is so sweet and attractive. When can our family eat this delicious white rice every day? In the early 1980s, in that poor mountain corner, it was almost a bold hope. In my young mind, this kind of white rice is simply a palace jade banquet. My sister let my mother eat some of the rest. My mother said she didn't like it, but she liked cabbage soup. I ate my leftover rice happily. At that time, my mother said she didn't like it, so I believed it. It was many years later, when I grew up, that I deeply understood this sentence. As her mother said, "I like to eat fish head and fat meat", which contains broad and loving maternal love.

My parents have worked on this mountain for decades, and our six brothers and sisters have thrived. My mother intensively cultivated and carefully cared for fresh vegetables, and my father carried them to the market at the foot of the mountain with a pole to sell them. Although the mountain is steep and the road is slippery, this challenge has persisted for decades.

At that time, whenever I saw my parents working in the wind and rain all day to pay my tuition, I silently mowed the grass and fertilized it ... I silently promised in my heart: I must let them live a good life when I grow up.

I remember the year when I failed in the senior high school entrance examination. I looked at my mother who was over 60 years old and proposed not to try again. My mother asked me, "Why are you discouraged? All my hopes are on you! Although I am old, I can still afford your school. " I deeply understand my mother's wishes. They have never read a big word in their lives and are fed up with ignorance. Even when food and clothing were a problem, they sent all six of our children to middle schools or technical secondary schools.

My parents watered the barren farmland and vegetable garden with sweat, and woven beautiful dreams with green, which were full of my shadow.

By the time I went to technical secondary school, my parents were obviously old. In order to provide for my school, I am more tired and my back is gradually hunched. Years of wind and frost have left deep marks on their foreheads and faces, their eyes are dim and red, and their strong hands have been worn thin and shriveled.

Every night before leaving home, my mother is the busiest and most tired time, sewing clothes for me, preparing supplies, making fried noodles, boiling eggs and cutting pickles ... The next morning, my mother put a big bag full on my shoulder and said to me, "Baby, you are wronged by the poor conditions at home. Take some pickles and eggs and save money for books. " I saw tears in my mother's eyes, and then stuffed a thick stack of change into my hand. I know that in order to save tuition, my mother had to drink cabbage soup at once. Looking at my mother's red eyes all night, I took the money stained with my father's sweat and my mother's body temperature and quickly turned and walked into the morning fog, letting the tears flow with the fog ... "The wind is rustling in Shui Han, and the strong man is gone." At that moment, I made up my mind that I would use my efforts to change the status quo of my family and repay my parents' hard work for me and this family for decades!

At school, I have to scrimp and save, because my tuition fee for one semester is only in 800 yuan, which may not be enough for other students to spend a month. But I never complain. I know that this money was saved by my elderly parents who worked hard and saved money day by day. Never dare to spend a penny more. In order to save money, I often eat pickles brought by my family without buying food. Even if I buy food, I just choose the cheapest one. Cabbage soup has become my favorite.

I have been looking forward to graduation, being able to work and earn money, so that the elderly can live a good life as soon as possible. However, fate and I played a modest joke. After graduation, I am catching up with the national system reform. In the tide of talent diversion and laid-off, I naturally became a boat in the tide. I drift with the tide and wander around. I don't know how to honor my oath to repay my kindness. I am bitter and confused.

I am the youngest in my family, and my brothers and sisters are not around my parents. Looking at my elderly parents, my dream of traveling was shattered by my tears again and again. I asked myself more than once: Is the wonderful world outside really out of my reach?

Parents can't live without me, and I am the last sustenance and dependence of their lives; I can't leave them either. They are my only responsibility and concern. I can't imagine how they will live without me on this remote mountain. So, a few years ago, I started my dull and hard working career in a private enterprise in a small town. I commute to work every day on this rugged and long mountain road as my life, spring, summer, autumn and winter, dawn and sunset, who can understand the hardships! It is precisely because in this remote mountain, I have always been ordinary, and no girl has a crush on me. But I have never complained to my parents, relatives or friends about physical exhaustion and mental pain. I have always had a contented heart, but who knows how many bitter tears are hidden behind my relaxed smile!

At work, every meal I have is almost a steamed bun and a bowl of cabbage soup. If I work overtime or it rains and snows, I will curl up on my desk in the office for one night, even if it is a steamed bun and a bowl of soup for many days. I never mentioned it to my parents. I said the company has a bed and the food is good. I drink cabbage soup just to keep my parents from drinking cabbage soup. I often buy some fish to improve the food at home when I go home. They are a little distressed that I spend money. They often say that the price is too high now, and you are not married. Save it. We'll just have cabbage soup. Now there is meat in the cabbage soup, which is very good! At this time, the clear cabbage soup I ate as a child came to my mind, and the crystal liquid ran down my eyes, but it was not tears, it was a heartbreaking memory.

Colleagues often ask me, now that you open a lot of money every month and have so much savings, you don't have to drink cabbage soup all day, do you? I know that I will never be proud of suffering, because this is not a revolutionary era, which is a shame in today's new era, but I can't afford luxury, because poverty and hunger have deeply occupied the memory of my youth, and my pledge of gratitude has not been fulfilled. I just want my parents to live a better life, nothing more.

Life is good now, and I can earn more than 1000 every month. I am fully qualified to live as chic as others, but I still can't erase those sad memories. I never compare with others in food and clothing. Colleagues often dig at me: as a young man in the new century, what's the point of living without eating or wearing, smoking or drinking? At this time, I am often embarrassed. In their view, living is to eat and wear. I once lost my way in the long night. Meeting those sour memories in the lost wilderness, I really found the answer to life-my life is a bowl of cabbage soup! This seems to be just a joke, but who knows how many sad stories are behind my joke?

My life is a bowl of cabbage soup, with all the ups and downs in it.