The Ladder of Love (Part II) Zhang Baotong 2017.10.10

In the world, we often sigh "the red dust is rolling, the materialism is rampant, dare to ask the world, how can there be true love?" and at this time, witnessing the 6000-step "love ladder", feeling the simple and sincere love of the two old people, thousands of years of love pursuit and love legend began to roll in my mind, the sea can dry, the stone can rot, true love is always the flame in our hearts. No matter how things change in the world, love will always haunt us and yearn for it all our lives. I had to be struck by the power of this love of the two old men.

The moon moves fast, and after midnight, the mountain wind begins to get a little stronger, and the woolen sweater on the body is already a little too thin, which makes people feel a kind of cold in early winter. So, the team went into the tent and began to sleep. At this time, the master's house was already dark and silent.

I couldn't sleep even though I was lying in my tent, and I was thinking about a simple and serious question. What do people live in the world for? How do people live happily? Is marriage really the grave of love? In the past, this question was too simple for me, but today, those answers have been overturned and subverted. The love story of these two old men has taught me a lot.

The sky is only one day, and the world has been a thousand years. But the sky has not changed, and the world has long been changed. Relationships between men and women and marriages have changed dramatically over the millennia. People dare to love and hate, they can get married after one day of love, and after they get married, they can live if they can, and they will break up if they can't. Love and marriage are definitely a concrete reflection of economic conditions, and people are always pursuing the great satisfaction of material life and material conditions, and regard love as a kind of emotional and physical and mental comfort and pleasure. People want to take more from love, and few people are willing to give more for love. Therefore, when the balance of taking and giving begins to tilt, the beam of love begins to collapse.

Why are people with such a high degree of civilization becoming more and more selfish and stubborn, while these old people, who are far away from civilized society, can get along with each other and love each other as before? This is the question I want to understand, and it is also the practical significance that I want to reflect in form. I almost looked back on my love and my life, and felt that today should be the day when I returned to my roots. At the same time, there was another thought churning through my mind. I want to write about their love so that more people can know this story and experience the real taste of love.

The next morning, I woke up early, and at some point, the light outside flashed, and the sky began to brighten. I got out of my sleeping bag and out of the tent with a jacket on. It was a cool morning, and the grass in front of the house was covered with big drops of dew. The sun had not yet come out, the air was exceptionally fresh, and as far as the eye could see, the whole world and vegetation were soaked with dew. The sky is bright, the clouds are fresh, the mountains are clean, and the green is clear and inviting, giving people a new feeling that every day is new. I think that a person can live here, needless to say, this beautiful scenery alone is not enough for people to see in this life.

After a while, smoke curled up from the roof, mingling with the morning mist behind the house. The smell of the food wafted in, and it was very rich and enticing, and it made me feel hungry. This hunger fills me with a thirst for food. At this moment, the old man said to me, "It's time to eat." But there was no movement in the dozen or so tents in front of the house, for they had slept too late the night and had not yet woken up. And the old man had already laid the meal on the small wooden table.

So, I woke everyone up tent by tent. Everyone then came out of their tents and hurriedly looked for a place to relieve their hands and wash. The washing road is convenient, and the ditch on the flat ground in front of the house is the clear stream water, although it is a little cool, but it is clear and clear, and it is very sweet. It's just that everyone needs to find a place to find their own convenience.

After about one or two minutes of busy work, everyone finally gathered in the old man's house, each of them picked up a bowl of rice porridge with a small bowl, held a corn steamed bun, and stood on the flat ground in front of the house to eat, because the old man did not have so many bowls, and some team members used their own lunch boxes to pack rice. Some people thought that the old man's food was not enough, so they took out the mustard and canned food they brought. This kind of life is fresh and interesting, and it is exactly what the expedition members look forward to.

After eating, the captain gave an order, and everyone hurriedly put away their tents and prepared to go down the mountain, because they had to go to other places to explore and play. Everyone packed their backpacks and began to shake hands with the two elderly people one by one, thanking them and saying goodbye to them. But I told the captain that I wanted to stay here for a few more days so that I could get a better understanding of the actual life of the two old men. Because there are still four or five days left before the end of our Golden Week. The captain agreed to my request and repeatedly told me to be safe, and called him as soon as I got down the hill.

Before leaving, the team members took out 50 yuan or 100 yuan to the old man, but the old man refused to accept it, but everyone insisted on giving it to them, and the old man thanked him while accepting the money. The old man Liu Guojiang insisted on sending the team members down the mountain, so I was with the old man Xu Chaoqing all day.

After everyone left, I took out 300 yuan to the old man, but Aunt Xu insisted on refusing to accept it, saying that I would stay with them for a few more days, and the money was the accommodation and food expenses I gave them. But the old man said, "You don't need money, you can stay here for as many days as you want." "However, I think that if I live here, I will disturb the normal life of others, and I should compensate others, but I want to give a piece of love to the elderly, because their life is too primitive and pitiful. The old man was adamant at first, but I asked her to take the money anyway. The old man had no choice, so he accepted the money.

Because it was dark in the house, although I also entered this house yesterday, but because it was a little dark at that time, I didn't see much of the house, but now the sun is rising high on the east mountain, and the light just shines in the house, so I can see the items and furnishings in the house more clearly. This big house is actually a three-room ensuite. Two of the rooms inside were bedrooms, one for the kids to come back and one for the two of them. The outermost room was the hall, and it was also where they ate and worked. Each of the two bedrooms has a queen size bed and a wooden box. There was a small wooden table and some small stools in the hall. These items are homemade, rough but sturdy. To my surprise, there was a very old portrait of *** pasted on the wall of the house, and a large wooden box containing grain with a yellowed *** quotation on it.

The old man is indeed very old, almost 80 years old. The average 80-year-old man, if he has either passed away, is in his old age, and he is old. But the old man Xu Chaoqing is still like an ordinary peasant woman, doing all the work that an ordinary country woman should do. And the body is similar to that of a woman in her 60s. She wore a very old kakib blue shirt, which was the most common fabric for our fathers' clothes in those days. But it's been a long time, and no one has worn clothes of this kind of fabric anymore. The old man's clothes were washed white, and he wore two sleeves on his arms. His head was wrapped in a thick turban, and a few strands of green silk were exposed on the side of the turban.

I helped the old man clean up the dishes and chopsticks, wiped the table, and brought the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash. After washing the dishes and chopsticks, the old man began to feed the pigs again. There was only one pig in the pen, and it wasn't too big. She tossed the leftover porridge and buns, plus some pumpkins and chopped sweet potato vines, and poured them into the pig. After feeding the pigs, she swept the ground in front of the house again.

I have been following the old man and pulling her home. However, it is very difficult to talk to the old man because she does not understand what I am saying, and she does not understand or understand many of the words and phrases you speak. She doesn't even know what contact is, what affection is, what love is, and what marriage is. So, every time I say a word, I have to explain it to her for a long time.

When I asked her about the process of her relationship, she showed a shy face and said to me with a smile, "I laugh very much, I am happy at the age of 13 (designated relatives), and I confess at the age of 16 (referring to marriage)." Actually, there were many things she said that I couldn't understand, but I could understand what she meant from the coherence of what she said.

After tidying up the house, the old man went to hoe the ground. So I took a hoe and went down with her down the slope in front of the house. The stream flowed under the ditch in front of her house and down to a sloping ground. There are patches of vegetable and corn fields. The corn in the field near the roadside was almost sparse and did not grow many seedlings, but the corn in the field near the stream down the slope had grown taller than a man and had produced corn cobs. In the cornfield at the edge of the field, there was a lodging patch of corn, as if it had been crushed by something. The old man told me that the monkey had been ruined the other night.

I asked worriedly, "Then how do you guard against it?" said to me, "and as soon as the monkey comes, the rhubarb will bark." The young man was about to pick up the flashlight and run out with a firewood knife to drive away. "Young man is a woman's personal name for her husband Liu Guojiang. I said, "But the monkey is very good, and when you chase it, it will run away, but when you leave, it will come again." "Yes," said the old man, "sometimes the lads often stay on the edge of the ground all night. ”

Because it had rained for a short time, the corn field was still damp, especially the grass in the field had a lot of dew, so I couldn't put my shoes on, so I had to take off my shirt and go into the field barefoot. We took off the weeds and laid them on the edge of the ground, picked up the hoe and went into the field and began to hoe the weeds. We were hoeing the grass and chatting. As we talked, I asked her to tell me stories about her past. So, while the old man was working, he told me about his past.