I used to read a passage in a book (it seems to have been written by Mr. Cui Yongyuan), saying that the things I was most afraid of when I was young, one of them was: I was most afraid of having the spies of the US imperialists and Su Xiu hiding under my bed. When he was a child, Mr. Zhu was not only afraid www.biquge.info of spies, but also the most fearful, that is, ghosts. In the dark, I felt that there were ghosts not only under the bed, but also everywhere.

When I was young, I had little entertainment, except for playing hide and seek and fighting with the children of the production team. At that time, there were many children, and there were at least dozens of a production team, so we started a game between one production team and another production team, which was the famous local game "Dian Bang Bang" - with a room as the boundary, the personnel on both sides were equal, one by one, standing well, no referee, after "one, two, three", everyone either hid or attacked, and listened to the respect. However, once the other party found out, the other party shouted "Bang Baozhao Fourth" - Baozhao Fourth is me, this is a specific title, not "Baorong Fourth" or "Baoguang Fourth", so I have to "die", and wait to the side in a sneering manner, I will never be repaid, I don't want to "die", just like the current civil servants, many people have died, and I am embarrassed to "do the funeral". There is also after the summer harvest and autumn harvest, pull out the roots of the rice field to fight, it is a very thrilling, exciting game, once hit, the body is dirty, not to mention, but also unbearable pain, but very interesting. Do you imagine what a spectacular scene it is to be in the wilderness, in the semi-wet rice fields, dozens of children are roaring after you? But nowadays, rural children are locked up to their televisions, and the fields after harvest are as silent as dead.

The only entertainment in the evening was to listen to the old man "talk about the ancients". At that time, almost every village had one or two exits, and the old man with a belly of stories told it in the middle of the night. Dozens of adults and children gathered around him, and it was very lively. But now there are no such old people, such scenes. At that time, I forgot all the stories I told, and all I remembered were ghost stories, and when I listened to them, I was so creepy that I didn't even dare to take a step away and pee under the roots of the trees. At that time, the most memorable one was a quilt that played a quilt, he went to the village and went from house to house, and he was an old man. If he doesn't have a belly of stories, it is very lonely to work alone, so his stories are particularly numerous, particularly scary, and when it comes to having a basis, he names names, for example: Pan Lao Wu's father of the White Disc Brigade, when did he meet a female ghost there, which made people feel like the real thing, and he felt a chill down his spine when he heard it, but he didn't want to listen to it.

For a while, there was also a popular "please saucer fairy" in the village, which we called "please dustpan god". Fresh bamboo is woven into a dustpan, a piece of bamboo is inserted in the front, then a clean cloth is applied to the table, and a layer of tapioca flour is applied to the cloth, and then everyone washes their hands with water soaked in grapefruit leaves, stands in front of the table, and an old man recites a mantra, and then holds the dustpan in both hands, and lets the bamboo slice slide on the tapioca flour, and writes on it according to people's questions. Once, and the only time, God actually asked me to hold the dustpan through writing, and then everyone was asking: What is Ou Yuchi's future wife's surname? Is it the person in that direction? How old does Ou Yukun have to be to marry a wife? Wait a minute. I distinctly remember that the dustpan was literally moving in my hand, and I was shocked to write a lot of words in a twist and turn. Of course, I also asked, I asked: God, will you see if I can be admitted to university? But I can't remember what was written. Later, some government officials came out to refute the rumors, saying that the reason why the dustpan could move was actually the psychological effect of the person holding the dustpan, which made the hands tremble, so it moved.

After listening to too many stories of gods and ghosts, I felt that this world was really magical and mysterious, and I began to imagine what this world really looked like. I remember that it was at that time that my thinking began. I started looking for answers from a variety of sources. I started studying at the age of six, and I strongly wanted to go. When I was in the second grade of elementary school, I read all the books left by my brothers and sisters, and I still didn't recognize many of the words. There are four more books that I will never forget. One is the comic strip "My University", in which Gorky and a group of workers are making bread, kneading strips of flour that look like pig's intestines - we didn't know what bread was at that time, we had never seen or heard of it. There are two other words that I didn't understand until junior high school, and those are "strike" and "bus", and "strike" has always been pronounced as "swing", and I really can't think of what "swing" is, and "bus" is what I didn't realize until junior high school. The other is "Lin Hai Snow Plain", a thick book, I read it for a few days, I finished reading it all, and I was very novel and shocked after reading it, although I didn't understand it very well, a few of the sentences were forever imprinted in my mind, one is "the king of heaven covers the tiger, the river demon of Pagoda Town", and the other is "blushing what?" "Refreshed. "Why is it yellow again?" "Antifreeze-coated wax." Also, what does that "tun" mean, I have been working on it for many years to understand that it is "village", that is, the meaning of the production team. Another book is "The Hunter", which is a collection of novels, and many of the stories in it have been forgotten, but there is a plot that is still unforgettable, saying that an old hunter had a fever, and a doctor gave him a few antipyretics, and he put it next to his pillow, hoping that it would make him feverish, I don't know who wrote this book, he has always been my admirer. The fourth book is the fifth volume of the "****** Anthology", which contains an article about the "Third World War", which makes us very excited and panicked, and a group of children have been discussing, when will the Third World War break out, when will the Yankees hit our place, and if so, where will we hide? Is it fifteen chong (place name), or night ghost chong (place name).

So, in order to defend against World War III, we began to dig bomb shelters around the village, almost to the point of fanaticism. At that time, there were at least hundreds of air-raid shelters of different sizes and depths around the village, the deepest of which was more than ten meters, and the inside was as high as two meters. I remember taking my brother to dig three, and one of them was right behind my house, three or four meters deep. For a while, we were so obsessed with it that we even skipped class and received a lot of beatings from our father.

However, there is nothing happier for us than to show a movie, which is simply a big festival. Most of the movies were shown in the school playground, and that night, after school, we made dinner early, and then immediately came to the school, guarded the door of the classroom, waiting for the teacher to open the door - we had to grab the stools in the classroom! Those who grabbed it were happy, and those who couldn't grab it looked depressed and had to sit on the ground. At night, on the surrounding mountain roads, people who come to watch the movie staggered with torches, like long dragons, how spectacular and spectacular. Then, we had to go and see the generator, which was amazing enough to make us think that it could generate electricity for movies! I have a lot of affection for it, and to this day, I feel very close to it whenever I smell it (pure gasoline, not after combustion). At that time, I liked to watch a combat movie the most, if I saw the five-pointed star (Bayi Film Studio) shining directly at the beginning of the film, it must be a combat film, what we watched was lively, anyway, we couldn't understand what was said (before high school, we didn't learn Mandarin), but there is a sentence that I can understand, that is, the sentence said by the enemy officer in "Southern Expedition and Northern War": Hold on to the last five minutes! We have been learning, speaking very smoothly, that is the first Mandarin I speak and understand, the second Mandarin is also learned from the movie, the blacksmith Jiang Danian in "Break", when he went to university, a professor spoke on the podium: the function of the horse's tail, so we learned the "function of the horse's tail". At that time, there was a joke when watching movies, and there was a child who saw so many bullets in the movie, and the bullet casings flew straight away, so when the movie ended, he pestered his mother to look for the bullet casings under the screen - where would he find them? But the woman did not understand, and said, "There is a hair, we are too late, and we have all been picked up!" Later, a post-break phrase was formed, called "Lao Lin picks up bullet shells - there is an egg hair", which has been used in our village until today. This allusion is mentioned in my novel "A Brief History of the West River", which I find very interesting. Of course, sometimes the movie is not shown at school, but in the brigade or other brigades, so some older children still go in groups, but I don't have to go, it's also very lively, many young people are on the way to watch the movie to cultivate love and fruition, that's off-topic.

The movie opens a door to the outside world for us, what cars, telephones, buildings are full of magic in our eyes, and the world outside the mountains begins to make us yearn for it. However, except for one treatment, I had never been to a place outside the brigade until I was 8 years old, and it was already a great thing to go to the brigade at that time, and it took more than an hour to walk there, and I had to pass by a large reservoir, and it was said that there were ghosts there, so not everyone dared to go. If you want to go to the commune, you have to wait for the market, which is a long way, and it takes almost 3 hours to walk. So I usually leave in the morning, and when I get there, I have to come back after I am busy, and the time is very tight, and adults generally don't take children to go, because he walks slowly. So, we children can only hope that the parents who went to the market will come back - we call them "waiting for the polder", because most of them come back with their purchases, sometimes sugar cane, sometimes corn, sometimes candy, all of which are very exciting. My father was in charge of our brigade's account at the credit union, and he had to go every polder, but he rarely took my brother and sister because he didn't have time to go shopping with us for fear of losing us. Once, when he took my seventh sister there, she really lost it, and she cried on the street, and people asked her what her father's name was, and the seventh sister said, "It's called Third Uncle—we call our fathers Third Uncle." When asked what her name was, she still said: "It's called Uncle San, which makes people laugh and is a joke in our production team." When he was a little older, he didn't give it, and then he saw that I was in a hurry, so he said, if you don't go, I'll buy you a villain book and come back. I was so happy, I was ecstatic! Later, as long as he rushed to the market, I would make trouble, and when I made trouble, he would help me buy a book, I remember, the first villain book he bought was called "Fish Island Angry Tide", and the second book was "Flying Eagle Cliff", a year later, I already had a whole box of books, and my literary enlightenment should have begun at that time - I am very grateful to my father, in those days, he had a salary of less than 10 yuan, but he actually helped me buy 4 to 5 books a month, worth 1 to 2 yuan. Now I receive a salary of 1,000 yuan, but I am reluctant to take 100-200 yuan a month to buy books for my daughter.

I used to think that I was a miserable child, and I didn't have a happy childhood, especially when compared to the children in the city, and I felt that I was unfortunate to be born in the countryside. Later, when I told them about my experience, they were surprised and full of envy: "So your childhood was so interesting?" In contrast, we are living in vain. Therefore, in the future, as long as you encounter something unsatisfactory, you should look back and look for some happiness that can move you, so that you have the courage to continue to move forward. In fact, no matter how much suffering a person has in his life, as long as you are good at discovering it, you can still find that there is a lot of happiness hidden in it. Just like my childhood full of cold, hunger and death, there was the same unforgettable joy.