Before I started writing, I read countless celebrity autobiographies. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In their masterpieces, they invariably use their birth as the beginning of the book. Celebrities are like this, and Mr. Zhu is naturally not exempt from vulgarity.

On June 25th, it was a cool summer morning – my mother told me that I was born in a small mountain village called Yale Chong. There is also a smaller village name called "Old House". Until now, I have been out to the rivers and lakes for more than 20 years, can be said to be well-informed, I have seen "three sheep", "princess tomb", "dog jumping stream" such place names, but like "Ya Le Chong" such vulgar, awkward, I don't know how to see the place name, I dare to guarantee, this name is enough to make you open your eyes, open your ears.

When I was younger, I kept asking the seniors in the village about the origin of the name. The most authoritative explanation is: Ya, which means branches; Le, is the vernacular of our place, the meaning of thorns; Chong, also a local dialect, is equal to what we say "lane", what "three hundred lanes", "eight hundred lanes", almost all of our place names there are related to "chong", such as "fifteen chong", "night ghost chong", "old house chong". As the name suggests, it's such a remote, inhospitable place. The village is nestled between numerous high mountains, and a trip to the township takes more than three hours of walking – much better now, and you can get on the road right outside.

There are not many people in my village, a long chong (lane) is four or five kilometers, seven or eight villages are scattered among them, the village where I was born has a smaller place name, called Jiuwukou, there are about forty or fifty families, more than 200 people, all surnamed Ou, is an ancestor handed down. It is a typical southern village, looking down from the hill, there are patches of black tiled houses, and sometimes some green trees are hidden in them. At both ends of the village, there are two paper workshops, and when it is time to work, the waterwheel is spun around, and you can see the white splash of water from afar, and hear the roar of the waterwheel. Around the paper workshop, there are also many large pools of bamboo made of lime bubbles, which exude a peculiar smell all day long. Even though I'm far away now, the smell still wafts through my nose and I'll never forget it.

As mentioned above, the village is surrounded by mountains. The mountains are verdant and lush. The mountain is overgrown with bamboo, pine, cedar and other trees. This can be said to be an inexhaustible resource. When we were children, we herded cattle, and after driving the cattle into the mountains, we began to linger in the mountains, picking night fruits, looking for bamboo shoots, catching birds, and collecting firewood, which was very happy. Because the bamboo in the mountains is all over the mountains, looking for a kind of insect that hides in the bamboo shoots, we call the small thing "bamboo shoot maggots", which has become our tireless work, these gadgets, fried with oil and salt, are full of aroma, and they are really delicious in the world! Until now, there are many people who go to the mountains to buy such things. In 2010, I was in a restaurant in Nanning, because of nostalgia, I ordered a plate, a few "bamboo shoots maggots" that can be counted in the past, and the price was 48 oceans!

There is a river next to the village, which we call "Zhenghe", which flows slowly from the village and joins a big river called Huanghua River outside. When I was a child, the river was still very clear, and every morning, women from the village would go to the river to wash clothes and vegetables, and some people even brought water directly from the river to eat. There are a few yellow-barked fruit trees by the river, and when it is time to harvest, a group of our children stand in the river, waiting for the people on the trees to drop the fruit, and then grab it, fight in the turbid water, and put it directly in our mouths after getting it. At night, many children play in a deep part of the river, and sometimes they can touch fish, shrimp, and even turtles. The river is still the same river, but the water is turbid, often foamy, and there are often cow dung, animal carcasses and the like floating in it, not to mention drinking, even washing the feet and a little numb.

In addition to traditional agriculture, due to the abundant resources, the villagers' biggest sideline work is to cut pine resin and make clay paper, whether it is agriculture or sideline work, it is extremely difficult physical work. Because the village is in the depths of the mountains, so a lot of cultivated fields are far away, farming has to go over the mountains and mountains, the farthest to walk two hours of mountain roads, after the contract responsibility system, my family gets a piece of cultivated fields, to walk for an hour, every harvest, carrying hundreds of pounds of rice to climb the mountains and wade through the water, unspeakable hardships, that is the real sweat droplets under the soil, grains are hard! Now that I think about it, it's a cold war. People who cut fat have to haunt several mountains every day, and they are physically active, known as "a drop of fat, a drop of sweat". And papermaking is even more tedious and hard. From a piece of bamboo to paper, it takes at least 20 processes, I have worked for several years, and I will talk about the hardships later. This kind of paper is called clay paper, and it is used to sacrifice and burn to the gods in the sky and the ancestors on the ground. A few years ago, the paper mills in the village had been pryed away by the government, and it was said that because of environmental pollution, the paper mills (mainly red paper) had polluted the Huanghua River, a tributary of the Xijiang River. I once asked the secretary of Nandu Town in person what was the way out of the bamboo all over the mountains after there was no paper workshop, and he was speechless.

Because of this natural environment, the people in the village are not rich, but no matter how poor they are, they are not so poor. After all, after the production responsibility system, every household has its own responsibility field and responsibility mountain. When there is no money, go up the mountain and wave a knife, and cut down a few pieces of wood and a few bamboos for money. Everyone can't say they are satisfied, and they can't say they are not satisfied. The people in the village did not grow in their studies, and until now, my brother and I are the only ones who go to university, of course, in this era, you don't need to go to college to make a fortune outside, and you are more productive than going to college. There are a lot of young people in our village now, who have been working outside since they were teenagers, and it is said that they have earned much more than me, and there are several families, so they have used the money they have earned to buy houses in the town or in the city, and their lives are very prosperous. Let me mind too.

I have six siblings, and I'm the second-to-last. There are also two older sisters who died of illness at a very young age (Sister Yu Miao also died early in her 40s). So much so that when my father died, our brothers and sisters ate before his spirit, and we had to put two more sets of utensils for them. Five or six children were very struggling in the days of the production team, and just eating rations was enough to be tiring. Fortunately, my father was an accountant in the brigade at the time, and later worked for the commune credit union for several years, and the rooster had a piece of meat on his head - the size was an official (crown), so he could barely get by in life. When I was a child, I was very impressed that the house was always lively at night, and the abacus crackled in my father's room, and people came and went. Due to the reason of the eight characters, our brothers and sisters call our parents "third uncle" and "third aunt", which is very common in our village, and almost no one directly calls our parents. It is said that when I was four years old, because I was frail and sickly, I was adopted as a grandson to one of my fourteenth sons, who had no son but only a daughter. Although it was adoptive, I actually lived with the people in my family and ate together, and in the end, even my fourteenth father-in-law ate with us until he died.

Mother's little father was 10 years old, a sedan chair carried her to the village when she was only a teenager, 20 years old gave birth to my eldest sister, the eldest sister is very thin, my mother said that she was born like a cat size, she helped at home until she was nearly 30 years old before getting married, I sent her out, she married a farmer, and then became a local famous doctor, but it is very good to gamble, we repeatedly advised, can't, ask the master here. The eldest sister has four sons and a daughter, and four of them were admitted to the school. She secretly gave me a lot of support when I was in trouble, including her own TV, which she borrowed money to buy. The third sister (the second sister and the fourth sister are the daughters of the fifth uncle) studied in the health school for a few years, but the fate was ill-fated, she was still a farmer, married a farmer, had two sons and two daughters, and the eldest son was admitted to the Central University for Nationalities with high scores in 2006. In 2013, my daughter was also admitted to this university, but unfortunately I was unable to send her to Beijing in person. The seventh sister is the one who has the most influence on me, she has suffered a lot for me and my brother's studies, I will never forget, I have always wanted to repay her, until she died but could not repay, I will mention her in the future. After graduating from high school, the eldest brother worked as a farmer in the village for several years, and then went to work as a construction worker in a city called Wuzhou, a city known for discriminating against countrymen, and he went out with 10 yuan and suffered a lot. But he was self-taught and gradually became a professional technician. He was able to jump out of the farm, which was a great spiritual motivation for me, and the money for my brother and me to study was solved by him and the seventh sister. The younger brother was admitted to a police academy and is still working as an ordinary police officer in the labor re-education system.

Looking back at my hometown and the past, it gradually became clear in my memory. In fact, hometown, no matter how far you go, it always has an invisible thread that holds your heart, and the farther you go, the longer you stay, the tighter you pull. Even now, when I close my eyes, I can see the narrow village road, covered with moss; On the threshold of the ancestral house, there are knife marks; The two yellow bark trees and a few longan trees at the entrance of the village maintain their verdant colors all year round; The pond at the entrance of the village, the water is murmuring, and the fish are wandering in the aquatic plants; A few yellow dogs, or black dogs, often doze off in the village. In the early morning or dusk, a few old cows bleated slowly across the village road, and a few cooking smoke stood above the village. In the fields at the edge of the village, the colors change in the four seasons, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the face of the green mountains; In the paper workshop, the waterwheels were spinning, the golden clay paper was drying on the tall bamboo poles, and in the wind, there was the strong smell of earth and soaked bamboo—it was gone, and I missed it dearly.

On Labor Day 2014, I returned to my hometown, which had been lost for many years, but I was still very excited. "Hometown is like the palm of a mother's hand, although it is warm, it is small and narrow. It can't cover the wind and rain, can't block the time, and gives you just some lingering memories and a little comfort; Eventually, if you don't step off the palm of your hand, you will fall from it, walk towards or slide towards a flat place. This is an embarrassment, a helplessness, but an inevitability. In "The Taste of Hometown", the author's convex and concave exclamation has been deeply experienced since then.

Whether it is a dignitary or a lower riba person, they are very concerned about the address of their birth. It is equivalent to Shaoshan Chong for Mao * Ze * Dong. Therefore, people often call Wen *Jia*bao "the alley premier". It seems that the fortune-telling theory of "one house, two fates, three feng shui" also makes sense, and people from different backgrounds have different contact with the earth, so their fortunes are different. How did I come from this place? This is explained in my later essays such as "The Theory of New Origins".

It is said that a few juvenile delinquents in the Northeast wanted to write a letter to their parents before committing the crime, but they didn't know where to start, and they didn't read much, so it was even more difficult for him to write a letter. One of them had to copy Ren Xianqi's "Ren Yao" several times and send it to his mother. What does this lyric say? I copied it from the Internet: Let me be sad, let me regret it/Hate the sky, you don't know/Let me be bitter, let me be tired/Drift with the wind/Heroes are not afraid of being too weak/If you have high ambitions, you will be proud of the sky/It's hard to fall in love for a fate/If you want to catch it for a lifetime, you can't catch it/You can't see each other in love/Grievances are burning in the hearts of generations/If you have love and heart, you can't live to old age/How can I forget your goodness/Let me see her smile every day/Let me be drunk, let me sleep/Forget all the sorrows and troubles...... The famous film director Jia Zhangke believes that it is the sentence "heroes are not afraid of being too weak". I think so. However, there should be another sentence: Let me be sad, let me regret / Hate the sky, you don't know. You tell me?