Children of the mountains

I was born in an inconspicuous town called Langshan in Xinning County, Shaoyang City, Hunan Province.

I am a native mountain boy. I have many brothers and sisters in my family. My parents are both honest farmers. I farm one-third of an acre of land at home and have no other source of income. My mother took her sister and brother up the mountain to cut firewood. They sold the firewood for 1 yuan and 20 cents per 100 kilograms. Those who collected firewood divided them into dry firewood and wet firewood, and wet firewood was even cheaper. My family lives in the mountains. To get to a small town, you need to walk 3 kilometers, which is a 6-mile mountain road. After walking the mountain road, take the road, add the mountain road to the road, and the 4-kilometer road is 8 miles. My mother, sister, and brother carried firewood and sold it every day to pay for the next semester’s tuition.

I am the youngest in the family and have not done much serious work. My mother took my brothers and sisters to the mountains to chop and sell firewood, so they sent me to Liu Niang’s house in the village. It just so happened that her eldest grandson was 100 days younger than me, so we could play together with a few of us. I was only 4 years old. Now that I think about it, my memories are blurry. I only vaguely remember that my mother would cook a lot of rice in the morning. , (we mountain people eat in the morning, and only when we are full can we have the strength to work) and then knead them into rice balls to make food for us for lunch. We put them in a cloth bag and played with Liu Niang's house in the village. When it was time for them to have lunch , I sat on a chair at their gate and watched them eat. At first, they would call me and give me a piece of vegetables to eat. Later, I got used to it. Standing at the gate was like a little yellow dog raising its head when eating in the countryside. Looking at the master eating, his eyes are very complicated...

These are all part of life, the most normal and common things.

What I want to say is when I was in the Doll Class, which is now the preschool and kindergarten. When we were 6 years old, we were enrolled in the Doll Class for only one year. When we first started studying, we had to be sent to school by my mother. The town was already 7-8 miles away from home. My mother sent me to school, and she had to walk 15 or 6 miles back and forth. , and then have to rush to do farm work. I am a clingy kind of person, and I like to cry very much. I cry when I can’t see my mother. I like to cry very much... As for my family, they named me: "Li Cry" (in Xinning dialect, it is similar to "Li Cry"). duck"). This name lasted until I graduated from elementary school...

Doll class was also the most difficult and the most troublesome thing for my parents. When my mother sent me to school, she walked in front and I followed. I had no intention of studying, for fear that my mother would abandon me. Alone. It became a little habit in three days... I followed the team (our family is a small group in a village, also called a production team), so when I was studying, I followed other children in the team, went to school together, and went home after school. My 6-year-old baby can walk 15 or 6 miles a day. Thanks to my family living in the mountains, I have long legs. This is directly related to walking.

I was born in the late 1980s. Although I have not suffered much hardship, apart from having enough food to eat, my other living conditions are still limited! Coming back from school to hunt pig grass, fish grass, and look after cows... these are all daily routines. We have everything at home, including chickens, ducks, geese, cows, pigs, dogs, and cats. I have also been raising horses for a while. Alas, it’s really tiring. I have planted everything. My parents have also gone to open up wasteland everywhere, planting cotton, soybeans, sesame, peanuts, rice, sweet potatoes, corn, sorghum... Anyway, in my family, there is something to do 365 days a year. Stopped...

I remember that when I was a child until I graduated from elementary school, there was no high-voltage electricity at home. Three or five of my families pooled money to generate electricity and used water to generate electricity. However, the water was all from the same ditch, and at most It only lasted 3-4 hours, so the power was generated from 6pm to about 9pm and then there was no electricity. The smell of kerosene lamps and pine paste (cut down from pine trees can be used for lighting) are everywhere in my memory... these things. took up my entire childhood.

Having said so much, let’s talk about my father. My father is a carpenter, a butcher, and also does some small business. However, it is not deep in my memory because, my father I have been busy for a year and can't make much money. I always get scolded by my mother when I come home. My mother likes to nag me. My father would not make much money, so my mother would complain about him for days. My father was an honest farmer, his only hobby.

I just like playing dominoes and dominoes (people in Hunan know what dominoes are), and mahjong became popular when I came here...

At that time, my family was very poor, but they lived happily...carefree ...

You can play house, hide and seek, skip rope, and play shuttlecock... At that time, our parents never had to worry that someone would come and steal from us, unlike now where there are so many traffickers.

Now, I have grown up, left the mountains, and come to live and work in a big city... Someone once told me that I am like Xiaoqiang, a cockroach that cannot be killed. I am very perseverant and can fight. Don't fall. It's not that I can't be defeated, it's just that I have a thick skin. In fact, these hardships are nothing compared to the hardships I endured when I was a child. So what if others make things difficult for me? Maybe it will pass if you endure it for a while. I always believe that tomorrow will be better!

? Xiaoya’s jealous essay

? 2018-7-20 0:20 minutes