It was a heart-wrenching time, and turmoil and hunger were synonymous with that era. In 1962, in a corner of the northwest, on the bare loess slopes, groups of villagers endured hunger and fled the famine, and some corpses were poured on both sides of the dirt road, some of which were highly decomposed. There was no panic on people's faces, and everyone was fighting hunger with morality and ethics.

When the male shopkeeper of the family finished talking about this, all the people turned pale. The shopkeeper had just come back from outside, and on the way back he saw black smoke coming from the neighbor's kitchen, and he thought to himself, many people have not opened the pot for many years, and the house suddenly has cooking smoke, which is not logical! Could it be that he got some game from somewhere? He peeked curiously through the crack in the door of the neighbor's house, and the scene he saw made him tremble, and he left with heavy steps. All the way he was thinking, can hunger make people lose their basic humanity? What he saw was the phenomenon of cannibalism, and the scene was unbearable, so he hastened to speed up his pace, lest he himself become a wronged ghost.

Father, you're not going to eat us, are you?" a hungry yellow-skinned boy in the courtyard asked his father. The father, who had just witnessed the destruction of humanity, smiled and said to the children: "Don't worry! Tiger poison does not eat children, we will soon be able to overcome this difficulty, and Chairman Mao will find a way to get us out of hunger." At this moment, an old lady who was hobbling outside the yard heard that someone was coming, and they all hurried back into the house. The old lady quietly stuffed a large bag of roasted potatoes into the door, knocked on the bamboo pole three times, and hurried away. When the shopkeeper heard the crisp sound of bamboo poles, she knew that it was her old mother who had secretly brought food to the children. If this kind of love is caught by the people of the Commune, it will be severely criticized. But in fact, the male shopkeeper standing in the courtyard was a member of the commune, and in the face of the current predicament, his mind had to be clear, and he had to be silent for the sake of the children.

All the wild vegetables in the village have been dug up, and it can even be said that they have dug three feet into the ground. All the trees have been stripped of their bark, leaving only bare trunks. In the wilderness, the only living creatures are hungry and panicked. In spite of the starvation years, there were some things that held on! For example, the public grain and livestock in the village were all intact under the protection of the revolutionary fighters. Of course, public grain is public grain, and no one dares to steal public grain, because everyone knows the serious consequences of stealing public grain, either they will be shot on the spot, or they will be infinitely tortured on the charge of being an enemy of the people. I have to admire the fighters who made a revolution in order to uphold their faith, and they overcame the famine with their faith. Some of the fighters watched their families starve to death, and they did not take any food from the commune. Just to give Chairman Mao an explanation, if he steals public food, he can't face the portrait of a great leader. At that time, there was a kind of life called asking for instructions early and reporting late, which meant that before going to work in the morning, I asked Chairman Mao for instructions, of course, only for Chairman Mao's portrait. When I came back from work in the evening, I had to report to Chairman Mao the results of the day's labor and ideological activities. What kind of years would that be? I can't imagine it.

The cannibalistic parent mentioned above heard that in the end, because of his uneasy conscience, he chose to commit suicide. But when he committed suicide, he did not commit suicide on a famine day, but after a famine. It is said that there were many cannibalisms at that time, and people were also forgiven in terms of ethics and morality, but I think it was they themselves who really sentenced them to death, and this is the high level of human beings in nature.

I have seen old people slowly pick up the dregs of steamed buns that have fallen on the ground and put them in their mouths. At that time, I was puzzled and asked the old man why he was so harsh on food. The old man always told me sincerely that everything was not easy. If you haven't experienced the ravages of hunger, I don't think it's really easy to grasp what it really means.

Now that the living conditions are better, I guess most people can't say what it's like to be hungry, because they have never been hungry. As a result, there is a phenomenon of white flour buns piled up in the garbage can, and this kind of comfort and waste has to make people think deeply.

The people who had gone through those hard days are gradually gone, but the anxiety of famine is always there. I could still faintly hear the feeble moans, and through the tunnel of time, I could see the refugees with panic on their faces, and the dying struggles......