Ruthless prose

Fire has a beautiful face and a warm name, but it is also frightening. Motto: Safety is the guarantee of a happy family, and fire is the bane of life tragedy. There is always sorrow when there is disaster. Some people will lose their lives forever in the disaster. In the face of the fire, rescuers are fearless, resolute and strong, and work together to put out the fire and save the food buried under the rubble. The occurrence of the fire not only let us know the harm of the fire, but also let us see the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature.

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The word "fire" must be familiar to everyone. What do you think of when you mention this word? People trapped by raging fires, or heroic rescuers struggling to put out the fire? Or ... at this time, do you have a lot of ideas, words or stories to tell?

Four generations of my brother-in-law's family live under the same roof. Although my brother-in-law is the same age as me, he has been a generation older than me since the day I was born. When I was a child, I was not sensible and called him by his first name until I grew up. My brother-in-law's father is a complete fool. His mother married the Lushi family at the instigation of her parents and matchmaker, otherwise she would never marry a fool. As far as I can remember, grandma is the head of the quadrangle, and all the affairs are supported by her. She has two daughters and a son, and the children are all thumbs. The two children didn't find their in-laws until they were in their twenties. There is a strong ethnic flavor in rural areas, and all the people who get married in their twenties are old girls. The youngest son didn't marry a wife until he was in his thirties. It happened that two smart women were together, and they were scheduled to stage an anti-Taiwan drama.

My mother said that their family was very unhappy. The two hostess are often ill, and they will go to the doctor to buy medicine and injections from time to time. Even though their daughter-in-law has given birth to a child, the two hostesses are still fighting for power and profit all day long. It's just that my brother-in-law is embarrassed. His wife split up, but his parents only have one son. Difficult! Her mother accidentally broke her right leg in the process of putting out the fire because the home appliance caught fire in her early years. The family is poor and can't afford to be cured. She chooses to treat it with plain Chinese herbal medicine. Even if she managed to cure it, her legs were still not the same length, so she couldn't do heavy work and carry heavy objects. My father is a real fool. He can't take care of himself. There are more than 90 grandfathers in the world to take care of. If it is really divided, who will take care of the three old people?

My brother-in-law's house is diagonally opposite my old house, just across the path, a few steps away. My great-grandfather in my memory is an old man with gray hair and beard. He goes to bed early and gets up early. He never watches TV or anything else. He goes to bed after supper and gets up at dawn. Although he is very old, he still goes to Shan Ye to farm in person. Accompanied by a hand-sewn linen hat, his age seems to be stuck in hard work. It was not until I went to middle school that I first heard my father say that he was ill. He was ill for several months, and he became much older and more stupid. I feel a little bitter in my heart. He used to be so vigorous on the country road. At this time, he hunched over and incoherent, and the man with hemp fiber and hat disappeared. Since then, he has only been busy in his yard and has a holiday every year. If there is fate, he can meet once or twice, and all the young people go to play. Reluctantly, he led the cow to the wasteland beside the village. He seldom talks, and only focuses on what he should do. I have great respect for him. He loves our younger generation, and his eyes are full of contact and love.

As for my brother-in-law's father, although he is a good man, he can only do things according to orders. If he doesn't explain, he will do nothing but have a good sleep. Without supervision, he fell asleep in the field and didn't know how to get home, and he had to be called. The size of a family depends entirely on his wife, otherwise that home is not a home at all.

My brother-in-law's grandmother, my great-grandmother, died when I was at school. In fact, she is the real hostess of the quadrangle. She was overbearing and unreasonable, and left in repeated illnesses. It is not good to make things difficult for her daughter-in-law everywhere, and it is not good to abandon her daughter-in-law. The small quadrangle is her world, and everything is up to her. Before she left home, she was swollen all over, and then she festered all over. Daughter-in-law poured tea without complaint, served for several months and finally closed her eyes and went home at dusk. Great-grandmother thought that she had survived the long winter and snowy days, ushered in a happy spring, and endured the indignant days. As we all know, she has to face outsiders, men who look down on women as masters. As the saying goes: people are poor and easy to bully, and horses are thin and easy to ride. It turns out that people are weak and bullied, and quarrels and fights have become attached to her. For the sake of her family, she faced it calmly again and again, and she didn't know how many blood and tears she shed until her son grew up and became independent. Those right and wrong gradually faded out of her life circle.

The good times don't last long, so leave the worries behind. The matchmaker said the daughter-in-law was too clever. Family conflicts are staged as scheduled, which often leads to separation, which worries an elderly housewife who can't live independently: I even have a grandson, so I can't let my son divorce him; How can we three old people live if we really split up the family?

Life is like years, it is simply suffering. Married a daughter-in-law, embarrassing yourself and your son, boring and painful. I was sick, so I asked my son to take him to the doctor by motorcycle. My daughter-in-law changed clothes and couldn't keep up. She said she couldn't take her, so she went to someone else for help. My great-grandmother didn't sit in the car, and neither did she. I really don't know what to do. My heart is obscure and depressed, and I only listen to my son's arrangement.

On the fourth day of the fourth lunar month the following year, the descendants of the Lushi family held a banquet at the back of their home near the country road when they were one year old. Usually you can hear the voice of talking and cooking clearly. The delicious smell can tell which dish is fried, and you can know who is talking by the voice. It was not harmonious before, but now everyone gets along well and helps each other on weekdays.

At noon that day, the guests gathered together, enjoying delicious food and exchanging feelings in different languages. The guests and the host were happy. Old people, you help me with food, I help you with food, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes lively. During the dinner, my brother-in-law's phone rang suddenly. I took out my mobile phone and saw that it was my wife, so I turned on the phone. "The house is on fire, come back quickly." "Embroidered son, I'll be right back. Calm down first and don't panic. " He put down his chopsticks and left the party in a hurry with his mobile phone. As he ran home, he said: My house caught fire by accident, please help put out the fire (local people call it "fire fighting").

In an instant, the banquet was in chaos and the atmosphere was heavy. Before talking and laughing, it became surprise and consternation.

Seen from a distance, it hovers like a demon, dark and ferocious. When approaching, it seems that there is a big mouth coming, with black smoke and hot air, mixed with unscrupulous roar, suffocating gas and creaking sound of rapid burning. It seems that heaven and earth are also released for this spewing outbreak. Running away is human instinct, but in the face of disaster, we can only give in. Love is a kind of strength, a kind of belief and a kind of responsibility. The guests put down their bowls and chopsticks, picked up buckets and pots, filled them with water and rushed to the scene of the fire. The long queue lingered inside and outside the narrow courtyard for a long time, and the sound of regret and exclamation drowned the whole village. The old wooden house was dyed black by the smoke of the past, and the burning smoke was also black, stained with the smell of burnt plastic and food, and floated away with the smoke. Tank after tank, bucket after bucket of water was poured out by the raging fire. At first, it didn't help Flames broke out one after another, and thick smoke drifted away with the noon breeze until it disappeared. The brother-in-law who hurried home quickly moved out of the motorcycle and rotary tiller, and the other moments turned to ashes, followed by black smoke. With everyone's help, there was only a kitchen and a cowshed left, but in order to stop the fire from spreading, all the tiles were removed and the family members were not injured, the brother-in-law family lost shelter from the wind and rain for a while. Fortunately, less than half an hour after the report was made, the township government, county government, fire brigade and civil affairs bureau all rushed in, bringing bedding, clothes, food and vegetable oil. To help my brother-in-law build a new house.

It was a timely help, and the cold heart warmed up immediately, and the fire was ruthless. The next day, the villagers donated tiles and money, and climbed up the kitchen roof to help build tiles. The women helped to take out the grain buried under the ruins. The corn is burnt brown, with a burnt smell and a damp smell. Because Qi Xin worked together to put out the fire and water too much, he could always take it out to dry and feed the livestock. The rice grains are small and narrow, and it is not easy to burn, only the surface part is burnt. If you take it out to dry and save it, it can still be alive.

The power of the people is always so great. As long as Qi Xin works together, we can save a disaster to the maximum extent and minimize the risk. No one was injured in the fire, and the livestock lived in peace, except that the old house was burned, the loess wall was blackened by flame, and the rubble on the roof was blacker than one. Two months have passed, the storm is still dark, and everyone is still afraid, afraid of the ruthless fire, and there is still the shadow of the burning fire in their hearts. In an instant, I finally understood the pain of the fire that my grandparents experienced in the 1950s and 1960s. At that time, it was very poor, there were no tiles, and huts were all made of grass. If there is a fire, everything will be lost in an instant. At that time, the country was poor and it was difficult to take care of itself. How can it support victims more?

It can be said that one party has several parties' support. On the day of donating money, it happened that one of my married cousins went back to her family. Seeing this, she took out her wallet and donated 160 yuan without stint. Cousin's children go to middle school and have no good financial resources. She has tried her best to help others. People in the village donated money to 50 yuan, 200 yuan, 300 yuan and so on. Although there is not much money, it is enough to build a small bungalow with the help of government departments at all levels.

With the progress of the times, the development of science and technology, the improvement of living standards and the improvement of living index. The villagers' life has really come true: they have a sense of security, pay endowment insurance every year, and they are not worried when they are old; If you are sick, you need to see the rural cooperative medical system. If you have a headache and fever, go to the hospital and see it. It can't be cured as before. Even the crops are insured. In case of drought and flood, make a phone call and the insurance company will compensate. The fire, the country pays more attention to, and gets support from many sides. The government, civil affairs bureau, forestry bureau and so on lend a helping hand. People's hearts are warm, but when they encounter disasters, they are helpless and nobody cares.

Misfortune tests the sincerity of friends. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who usually quarrel are not afraid after the fire, because they love each other deeply, or perhaps they are busy with post-disaster reconstruction. I don't know when the dispute between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will stop, and the old quarrelling voice has disappeared. Being suddenly enlightened and grateful, like sacred life, inspires them to create a new world of their own and create the future with sacred life. Grateful heart, like a dandelion seed flying far away, carries the love and affection of the world, flies to the horizon, lands, takes root, germinates and blooms. After all, one day, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will reveal their true feelings, carry them to a new world with tears, and bloom the most touching smile in the world.