"Suddenly a new population has been added, and life is also very poor, I, An Huan, and An Ren (An Huan's younger brother) are three children, all wearing tattered clothes, and they are looking at the pot around the stove.

Aunt Liao was making my favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and I looked at the eggs in the pot that were getting fewer and fewer. The corners of his mouth were unconsciously curled, and he felt very satisfied. ”

The main line of this logic is self-experience, and the outer line perfectly integrates the various logical relationships known by the subconscious, so that the dream develops and exists in the form of a story.

I remember that when I was seven years old, it was almost the end of the Chinese New Year, and a man in my house with leather shoes and shiny leather shoes came to my house, claiming to be my father's boss when he was selling coal.

The coal boss didn't know what to say to my mother, and after he left, my parents quarreled and made a big move. I was so frightened that I hid under my bed and didn't dare to come out.

The father was about to leave on his bicycle, but the mother hooked the tires with an iron hook to prevent him from leaving, and finally the father left. The mother cried and fussed, crying and shouting while falling: "No matter how much life you live, it will not be a long time." ”

She kicked and picked up a bench and smashed the big mirror in my favorite red wardrobe, the black-and-white television that always sparkled when she turned it on, a beautiful red vase, some porcelain bowls, and the washing machine that only buzzed. For several days, there was no bowl for eating at home.

That year, my eldest sister was only twelve years old, and my sensible sister burned white rice porridge for us, and my mother even pushed the pot to the ground angrily, "What kind of white rice porridge to drink, your father is gone, we are not more than a day." "We all cried with fear.

The mother seemed to vent the anger, resentment, grievances, and shame that had accumulated over the years. The house was surprisingly quiet, and none of us dared to speak loudly, even Hei Liang (my dog) lay in the yard without saying a word, and the only thing I could hear was the sound of my mother sobbing on the bed.

The next day, my mother started to get up early and make us breakfast, and no one dared to ask, what happened to my mother? It's customary not to see my father for months. It's just that my mother's words make me secretly worried in my heart, as if my father doesn't want us anymore.

Xiao Nan's mother ran away with someone in kindergarten, and his classmates would make fun of him for not having a child that his mother wanted, and I was very afraid that others would know that my father didn't want us anymore.

Xiaohong's mother quarreled with his father, jumped into a well, and was paralyzed in both legs when he was fished out, and he didn't want to die, like Kong Yiji, he lived by begging, eating, drinking, and saping on a mat. After a few years of pain, I couldn't help but want to die, so I climbed on my kang and strangled myself with a brick.

In those years, Xiaohong was ridiculed by the villagers, and even he looked down on his mother. As an adult, he started petty theft.

My mother's anger, my father's departure, etc., made me start to have some strange dreams at night, I dreamed, my father came to me, he held his stomach, my mother stood behind her with a bloody knife, my father's stomach part was gone, I thought about a cold sweat at night, in the dream more than ten years ago, now I think of it as clearly as I just did it last night. For example, I was alone in my aunt's grass house, and it was dark all around, and there was no one, so I was so frightened that I cried.

Until my father came back, I still hadn't figured out what had happened that day. My eldest sister told me not to make my mother angry and not to let me mention my father in front of my mother. I had to think for myself and find out for myself.

Speculation about whether the father is looking for a woman, which man's wife is like this, etc. This question was put on hold in a corner of his memory with his father's return.

When my father returned, he rarely went out. During that time, my aunt and three aunts came to my house, and my father started to learn to start a small business and make tofu. And I started helping my dad and doing what I could.

When I was a child, I loved to work, and in the process of working I could find satisfaction and the happiness I deserved. At that time, my two older sisters did not live in a boarding house, and the family was very happy to work and live together, and I loved to work, not afraid of hardship, and all kinds of performances, in order to watch.

Life is very hard, and there are often fights, and most of the time it is still sunny. Accustomed to suffering and frustration, but not knowing how to live in good times, what can be praised in good times?

I don't think that's what I've said without preaching the power of the miracle of life and recognizing the powerlessness of life, we still strive to pursue happiness and the bright and warm side of life.

I like Xiao Xing, a meal of scrambled eggs with tomatoes is hilarious. Why the eggs in the pot in the dream are getting less and less fried must be because I ate them secretly.

But stealing food is a disgraceful child's deed, how can I, an adult who thinks I have good morals, do it?

So, I looked at the eggs in the pot, and there were fewer and fewer eggs, but happiness was in the corners of my mouth, and it had already entered my stomach.

This connection-like plot also stems from the fact that at noon before my dream, I went to the cafeteria to eat tomato and egg noodles after washing my clothes, only to be told that there was no soup, so I reluctantly changed to mixed sauce noodles.

Think about it day and dream night night. I didn't let myself get my wish during the day, the dream magically fulfilled my wish, the dream, like a very cute and simple person who understands himself and is also a perverted wish-fulfiller, never obeys the worldly conventions, moral restrictions, you can not recognize it and abandon it, but never abandon your little monster. So if you encounter its terrible side, you don't need to panic.

Life and death are predestined, and it is reasonable to avoid life and fear death. In the same way, we cannot deny that evil is revealed before evil, and good is found before it is good. Reluctance to admit the existence of an ugly self in the dream, just the inability to accept the normalcy of human beings as a creature.

Are people changing the world, or is the world changing people? Man claims to be the transformer of nature, or the transformer of nature who changes man in the tunnel of time.

Human beings are born at a time node in nature for tens of billions of years, and then they will inevitably disappear at another time node in nature like other living things. We call this extinction, and for nature we may just say that there is some kind of threat to this creature, like the dinosaurs of the Cretaceous period, or just that nature heals itself of a stain, a virus, and then disappears.