In November 1988, I must write a large novella with local characteristics "Shallow Suoxi River"

How did a group of uneducated peasants squander their youth in the collective life of the 60s and 70s? How to find a shallow romance under the cracks of the busy mountains to pass away their restless spring hearts?

How did the shallow river wash away the injustices on their white bodies?

On the white body, the two most brilliant horse lampshades, shining restlessly like rabbits, illuminated the full moonlight. The two spots that were not white, like a rabbit's mouth, clenched to her chest like a sin.

In the earliest large-scale migrant life in Sichuan, China, in Yuexi, how did the innocent and fiery hearts of this large group of people be blackened under the dark mines?

How can we preserve the deep memories of their generation? It is better to leave them in writing. Otherwise, in a few years, the vigorous wave of migrant workers that the group of people who had to go to the mountains and go to the countryside before the movement would completely wipe out their imprint!

In the dark days when I was bound by the design of the spring moth, I also arrogantly fantasized that I must write a large novella with local characteristics "The Shallow Suoxi River", and if I write it now, it will definitely become a long novel.

[Your back is wet] the love is shallow, and the edge is deep. Two little things.

When I was in high school, during the summer vacation, the school organized the boy scouts to go to the rice field to help the farmer catch rice hydatids.

Shu Sheng couldn't bear it, so he sharpened a small bamboo pipe and made a worm trap for her, and used a few more knives, and the other end of the rest was made into a bamboo whistle.

When he was ready, he put it in his mouth and blew a few test sounds, the first one was like an old frog's croak, the second one resounded through the clouds, and the third one was low and short, like a fart.

Shallow burst into laughter, and laughed at the silly boy who helped: "The wind blows the asshole and barks, open the back door to see the mountain road!"

"......" was completely defeated by her.

The young man Shu Sheng walked away and read the villain's book while walking, where did he want to get the girl Yuan Qian to bask in a pea after the corner of the road?

was about to fall 'looking up to the sky and looking at Qiaoyun', but was pulled by Yuan Qian's little hand and turned into a 'hungry dog grabbing food', and the water in the back of the fish on his back soaked the back of his clothes.

Although she poured down her blue skirt slipperily, she didn't see much of Yuan Qian's body that was inconvenient for people to see.

"Back time!"

"......" He still couldn't get angry in her waves of laughter.

"Your back is wet!"

People are iron, and all iron rusts.

They were also young, what made them rust? In that era, how much they gave for the collective, and how little they received, did the differences accumulated in them also corrode the collective?

Who is eternally young? Dead is not iron, and phosphorus is misheard.

Some people gathered, in this full moon night, in the light smoke.

The old man is old, and the years are ruthless. All things have no ** love, a good night, and the mood of reunion and sympathy with all things has disappeared.

And I was alone in the memory of those few days. Even if the person who wants to celebrate his birthday on the full moon the most, he mentions another group. It's not just the essay that's not right.

For example, the Suoxi River, autumn is already very deep, the most beautiful scenery will not be too long, and the scattered things in its heart are really east, big and small, old and new, will soon be exposed to people's eyes.

[Sneaking to] Suoxi, Suo wife.

The girls want us to fall in love, and they want us to love well, but we still have to produce, work early, and dig deep in the middle of the night.

And they often sneak to the Suoxi River in the middle of the night to wash the crotch!

At this time, she Yuan Qian met Shu Sheng again.

Shu Sheng ran away from home in the starry night, disguised himself as a straw pile, and hid the first wave of chasing by his family; he circled around the stone and soil a few times, and changed from the front to following them, hiding the second wave of his family; and lying on the ground to hide the strafing of the third wave of flashlights.

After that, I finally threw myself into the Suoxi River and went down the river!

Encounter in the river, is it glamorous or bloody?

Or don't mention that river, don't mention that river - the father raised fish, the mother washed the clothes, the brother threw himself into the water, the sister combed his hair, and the son drowned the river!

Today, she completely disappointed me, and her desire to choose her talents and teach has been put away since then. How can my energy be wasted on such a waste of such poor labor? I always do the heaviest and most tiring work, and I look up to it, no matter where it comes from.

Ruthless is not a true hero, this is what Mr. Lu Xun said.

Not to mention the river. Habit is a river, whether we mention it or not, it is in operation, if I don't dominate it, it will dominate me, because I am the boat, who unsinks the boat.

The heart is broken, and it is hard to make up for it!

When the cooperative was established, the female captain said at the general meeting that the crops still had to match someone's old fruits and peaches, and everyone should follow his example.

In fact, Fu is the most and the most incapable farmer, and after going down to the house, he counts his family's land as the worst, which is not knowing people.

What kind of example does it set with such talents as a benchmark?

A few words from November 1988