Zong Ze packed his schoolbag and walked out of the campus, he reluctantly turned his head, looked at the school silently, his mood was a little complicated, the years were gone, the future is unknown, it was frightening, Zong Ze didn't dare to imagine, turned his head and hurried home, walked for a long time, and saw his grandmother carrying a bundle of firewood from a distance and was staggering, Zong Ze hurriedly ran forward, and his grandmother was a little surprised when she saw him, 'Xiao Ze, it's out of school so early' Zong Ze hummed, carried Chai He, and his grandmother took his schoolbag, The ancestors and grandchildren walked home with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked to the entrance of the house, the old wooden door was hidden, Zong Ze suddenly remembered the thief a few years ago, not only did he not steal anything but also pasted it upside down, maybe everyone's human nature, there are two sides of good and evil, stimulate his good side, he will be good, stimulate his evil side is evil.

Zong Ze bundled up the books in different categories, and then lay on the bed and looked at the broken roof, the sun outside the door began to scorch, and it was the summer of the year, and the cry of knowing was much earlier than in previous years, people's steps became more and more hurried, and the thirst for money seemed to be more anxious, and no one had time to stop and think about why, maybe poverty was too terrible, and the era of hunger and cold and food and clothing could not reach it, it was really chilling.

The years always flow quietly, the two black-framed photos of the parents in the house, forever fixed on the faces of youth, the passage of life has always been cruel, and any high-ranking officials and magnates can not dominate, which may be a comfort to the poor. However, there is another large group of people who have no time to think, they are instinctively struggling on the food and clothing line, and they can survive and do their best, and the meaning of life is not a brain caught in the door.

In the blink of an eye, it is the golden autumn of the year, the autumn forest in the valley is dyed, the maple leaves are unconsciously red, the autumn wind begins to become more and more fierce, and the fallen leaves become colorful. The child is older, and he can't reach it, the sporadic light outside the house seeps into the house from the cracks in the roof, and a trace of cold wind sandwiches the coolness, which makes people tremble.The door creaked, Zong Ze walked in with a basket of rice ears, he put down the basket and looked up to see his grandmother looking at him blankly, he smiled innocently, "Grandma, what are you doing, I'm not tired", grandma was in a heavy mood; Baby, you come here, I know you dropped out of school, you want to guard your mother-in-law to send your mother-in-law to the end, but your mother-in-law is physically tough and can still be reconciled for a while, you still fly solo, in fact, every Chinese hopes that their children will glorify their ancestors and throw themselves into the land, grandma is no exception, but grandma has experienced too many disasters, so I just hope you are safe, but guarding grandma and two acres of land all day long to live a full and hungry life, grandma is also sad in her heart, grandma is not able to help you, you yourself attack and break through/'Zong Ze stunned aside, Grandma ushered him into the room, took out a cloth bag in the wooden compartment, and poured out a stack of scattered change from it, "Baby, this is the travel fee I have saved for you in the past few years", the two of them crossed their waists and counted them one by one, a total of more than a hundred yuan, enough to go to the south.

In the soil of survival, you can feel the atmosphere of fame and fortune, and the glory of the ancestors is out of the land; It is a ruler to measure whether a person is successful from childhood to adulthood, and it is also the most heard word. In the eyes around you, you can feel that when you surpass the public fame and fortune, you are promising, although many people want to strangle you, but on the surface they absolutely grovel to you and worship you. And yet, it's too little, and when you're equal to the masses; At the end of the day, all the people put this kind of thinking on the next generation, and this kind of thinking is endless.

Zong Ze knew what it meant to stay in a small mountain village, and his grandmother knew better, so he urged more tightly, and finally it was time to set off, Zong Ze carried his luggage to the south, and his grandmother followed him off, the terrible north wind was raging, the bare trees rustled, the loud sound of Zona was still vaguely in his ears, and the scene of standing in the stream drinking water flashed in his mind, and the cold of the winter was clear and cool. Grandma insisted on climbing to the mountain beam in front, and when she finally climbed to the mountain beam, she saw a winding road at the foot of the mountain, Zong Ze sat down with her grandmother, and her grandmother finally obeyed, "Don't delay you, don't delay you, you go early, don't miss the train" Zong Ze nodded, he didn't know what to say, he had said it countless times, and now his mood became depressed, he resolutely turned his head and hurriedly ran down the mountain.

Grandma sat alone on the hill, her pale hair fluttering messily, her face was full of can't hide the cangsang and tired, the barefoot little boy finally grew up, and he became more and more useless, if he could hold on for a few years, it was really God's grace to be able to hold his great-grandson, grandma thought, the cloudy eyes never left the back that was getting smaller and smaller, a gust of mountain wind blew, the withered grass all over the mountain was like waves, one after another, the old woman rubbed her blurred eyes, she suddenly heard a loud trivia sound, She seemed to have an emptiness that she had never felt before, and the old woman couldn't stop crying.

Zong Ze ran to the foot of the mountain in one breath, a minibus drove over slowly, Zong Ze hurriedly got into the car, found a place to sit down, he looked at the hill through the car window, and finally saw his grandmother's rickety figure, messy hair, cloudy eyes.

The north wind is like a knife and the sun is like blood, the minibus leaving the mountain gradually enters the railway station of the county, the station square is full of people, bustling, Zong Ze passed the security check, entered the station, found a corner to sit down, selling melon seeds, peanuts, newspapers and magazines, drinks and instant noodles are endless, silently waited for more than an hour, the sound of entering the station sounded on the radio, the crowd rushed to the platform like a tide, Zong Ze followed the flow of people to the platform, the platform was already crowded, a grass and green train stopped there, The crowd squeezed up and drank, but the train was already full of water, the narrow door, the team shouted and crowded together and there was no movement in an instant, some people began to climb through the window, and then groups of people climbed inside from the window, crying, screaming, laughing, deafening.

Two old people did not board the train station and cried on the platform, a newlywed couple one in the window, one outside the window, as if life and death parted, the young woman ran along the platform to chase the train, the platform staff stopped her, the young woman fell on the ground and cried bitterly, the cry resounded through the station.