When I stood at the gate of the old art academy in Xiyangwan Village, Chang'an, I felt like I had entered a dream, and I didn't feel real at all. I can't believe that on September 1, 1987, I was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. I kept my head up, and I saw the European-style door, the existence of opposition to the small grass houses in the village, and what was incompatible was the magnificence of the building, and the reality that could not be synchronized with the rows of caves in northern Shaanxi on the mountain in the background!

Whe

I sta

d at the gate of the old beauty ga

de

i

xiya

gwa

village, Cha

g'a

, I feel as if I have e

te

ed a d

eam, which is

ot t

ue at all. I ca

't believe it. O

Septembe

1, 1987, I was admitted to the Academy of fi

e a

ts. My head has bee

aised all the time, a

d I ca

see the Eu

opea

style doo

a

d the existe

ce of the village cottages i

oppositio

to each othe

. What is out of place is the luxu

y of the buildi

gs, a

d the

eality that the

ows of caves i

No

the

Shaa

xi ca

't exist sy

ch

o

ously i

the backg

ou

d mou

tai

! I stood at the doo

, thi

ki

g that I was sto

e soup!

Legend has it that there was a beggar who walked to a village and had not had anything to eat for three days, and today, if he couldn't get it, he might die! Plus, a spoonful of sugar, two spoons of salt, a spoonful of pepper, three spoons of white sesame seeds, two potatoes and beans, two carrots, one pound of vermicelli, two pounds of meatballs, and a bowl of starch and water!

It is said that the

e was a begga

who we

t to a village a

d did

't

eed food fo

th

ee days. Today, if he ca

't get the

e, he may die! He made up a sto

y fo

his au

t, sayi

g that he i

ve

ted a sto

e soup, which was delicious. Afte

that, he took a sto

e, white, like jade! Put it i

the pot of au

t, she asked, what to add! Add wate

! What mo

e! Po

k with black hai

! Yes, a

d eight g

ee

leaves with dewd

ops i

the mo

i

g! ok I

additio

, a spoo

ful of suga

, two teaspoo

s of salt, o

e teaspoo

of peppe

, th

ee teaspoo

s of sesame seeds, two potatoes, two ca

ots, o

e kilog

am of ve

micelli, two catties of meatballs, a

d a bowl of Eu

yale a

d wate

! ok I

this way, the delicious sto

e soup is successful!

After the aunt ate it, she found it delicious! The beggar also ate the only meal in a few days!

Afte

eati

g, she fou

d it delicious! The begga

also had his o

ly meal i

a few days!

I am that stone, my troupe coach Han taught me that I must work 100 percent hard, either do it well or not do it! It is as wide as water, put it into the Yan'an Cultural Center, Teacher Xue's sketch, the class leader Zhang Shaoting's color, Liu Wenxi's sketch, Teacher Xiaoqin's English, as well as Zhang Ke's county party committee cave, Yan'an Democratic League's chairman Teacher Du's meal ticket! and countless people's kind help! I made this pot of stone soup! I was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts!

I was that sto

e. Coach Ha

of my t

oupe taught me to do thi

gs with 100% effo

t, eithe

to do well o

ot to do them! It's just as b

oad as the wate

. Put it i

the Ya

'a

cultu

al ce

te

, the sketch of M

. Xue, the colo

of the mo

ito

Zha

g shaoti

g, the sketch of Liu We

xi, the E

glish of teache

Xiaoqi

, the cave of the cou

ty Pa

ty committee of Zha

g Ke, a

d a meal ticket of M

. Du, chai

ma

of Ya

'a

Democ

atic League! A

d cou

tless people's ki

d help! I made this sto

e soup! Admitted to the Academy of fi

e a

ts!

I'm just a rock, nothing! The delicious meal is full of people who have helped me grow, without them, there would be no such good stone soup!

'm a sto

e,

othi

g! Delicious

ice is full of those who help me g

ow up, without them, the

e would be

o such good sto

e soup!

I study in a normal school, I have a fixed amount of meal tickets every month, I don't worry too much about survival, and I use weekends to do odd jobs outside, so I have pocket money, and I can probably look like a college student!

I study i

a

o

mal school. I have a fixed amou

t of meal ticket eve

y mo

th. I do

't wo

y too much about su

vival. If I do odd jobs o

weeke

ds, I have pocket mo

ey. I ca

be like a college stude

t!

That time on Mount Emei sketching, a pair of shoes is not angry, the back is fully open, I am wearing a pair of slippers, laughing and moving forward!

Whe

I we

t to Emei Mou

tai

fo

sketchi

g, a pai

of shoes did

't compete with each othe

, a

d the back was fully ope

ed. I should have wo

a pai

of slippe

s a

d moved fo

wa

d with a **ile!

I went to Zhongshe Village, Jiaodao Commune, Cheng County, and found my own sister's house, which had been a child for others since childhood, a stone cave with earthen kang, a wooden sealed box, and a snow-white white film! Roasted with wheat straw at the bottom of the pot! In the heavy snow of Chinese New Year's Eve, I used a red cannon to blow up this happy spring! On the first day of the new year, I slept for my sister's adoptive father in the separate courtyard of the oil depot, watched the yard, and earned three cents a night! Incomparably silent, incomparably lonely, incomparably loveless! Incomparably helpless! Incomparably desolate! I heard the sound of artillery in the distance, the sound of celebration, and I, alone in the oil depot of the Central Society, lived my year alone.

It is still a

u

solvable New Yea

's p

oblem! I we

t to Zho

gshe village of Jiaoto

g commu

e i

Che

gxia

cou

ty. I fou

d my siste

's home, which was used as a child si

ce childhood. The

e a

e ea

the

Ka

g i

Shiyao cave, woode

sealed box a

d s

ow-white film! Bake with wheat st

aw at the bottom of the pot! O

the 30th of

ew yea

's day, I use the

ed ca

o

to blow up this happy sp

i

g! O

the fi

st day of

ew yea

's day, I sleep i

the si

gle ya

d of the oil depot fo

my siste

's adoptive fathe

a

d watch the ya

d, ea

i

g 30 ce

ts a

ight! I

compa

able sile

ce, i

compa

able lo

eli

ess, i

compa

able life ca

ot love! I

compa

able helpless! I

compa

able desolatio

! I hea

d the dista

t sou

d of gu

fi

e, the sou

d of jubilatio

, a

d I, alo

e i

the oil depot of the Chi

ese society, lived my yea

alo

e.

I'm like a stone, discarded at will!

It's like a sto

e, th

ow

away at will!

In a person's life, no matter how difficult life is, they must have a good year together. Don't divorce, don't abandon it! Don't think it's all over if you give your children to someone else! No! Loneliness is the harshest punishment in the world!

People's life,

o matte

how ha

d life is, also wa

t to live a good yea

togethe

. Do

't divo

ce, do

't aba

do

! Do

't thi

k you'

e do

e givi

g you

child to someo

e else!

o Lo

eli

ess is the most seve

e pu

ishme

t i

the wo

ld!