1) In 1963, I was a mature and sensitive fetus. Through the restlessness of my mother's womb, I felt a powerful dampness permeate the sky, the village, and the countryside. I knew a great flood was coming. Therefore, I lay in my mother's belly and refused to come out.

2) I feel really good. Throughout the summer, there was heavy rain, and then there was news of a huge flood peak in the upper reaches of Baiyangdian. The Qianli was soaked in water so soft as the noodles my mother rolled out that it could not withstand the impact and slapping of the flood demons, and it broke down.

3) The Jizhong Plain is a vast ocean. In this ocean, our village has become a fluttering leaf. In my mother's belly, I heard the sound of houses collapsing, the howling of livestock, the crying of children, and the sound of my father, who was the head of the village, directing people to evacuate: All members of the society should pay attention to the fact that everyone gathers on the high ground of the Chen Family Ancestral Hall, the old people and women build sheds, the male laborers build embankments, and the Communist Party members follow me to Baiyangdian to protect the Qianli Embankment! Encouraged by his father's loud and powerful voice, the villagers began to evacuate in an orderly manner. The mother dragged her heavy body and carried a big burden, leading the eldest sister and the second sister to walk through the water. When we climbed to the high ground of the Chen family ancestral hall, I heard the eldest sister exclaim, mother, it's broken, I forgot to take my dressing box!

4) The high ground of the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall has become an island. My father took people away, and Uncle Tieta, who stayed behind, became the backbone of a village. At that time, my eyes opened prematurely, and I saw Uncle Tieta, with his bare shoulders and supporting a row made of several wooden planks, leading people to the collapsed village to salvage food, and also to break corn in the cornfield outside the village. Uncle Tieta's wooden raft is not carrying food and corn, it is carrying the lives of a village!

5) Existing life is facing the dilemma of survival, but new life is constantly being born. The children conceived at the same time as me are really ignorant, and they come to this isolated island one after another to join in the fun. My mother kept touching her belly amid the bloody cries of the baby and communicated with me with her rough and tender palms. The palm of his hand said, "Son, it is said that the day is coming, why haven't you come out yet?" I moved my calves, shook my head and told my mother, "I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry, I'm quietly observing and thinking about this flood, this person, and the days when there will be no water in the future." The palm of his hand said, okay, you just stay inside, this damp, damp, hot, and lack of food, I really don't know how to place you! I put my little foot against my mother's hand. I said, mother, I'll come out again after the flood, and you will have to worry about the whole village in the future!

6) The plane is coming. It was a plane sent by Chairman Mao. I heard the eldest sister, the second sister and the children cheering and shouting. I followed people's gaze to the sky and saw a huge helicopter dropping food. Food flutters like butterflies, landing on the water, hanging from the treetops, and also on the high ground where we perch...... People were jogging, tearing, rolling, and chaos. The mother was in a hurry, she clumsily climbed up to a high platform, waved her hand hard, and shouted loudly, don't mess up, comrades, everyone should give food to the old people and children first, as well as the women who have just given birth, and then gather the rest, and wait for the tower to come back and then divide it according to the head! When the people listened to their mother's words and looked at their mother's belly, they stopped the confusion and began to humble each other and do as they were told. At that time, I thought my mother's waving and shouting sounds were very similar to my father's.

7) Everyone is looking forward to Uncle Tower's return. My mother was looking forward to my father's return. But neither of them could come back. Uncle Tieta carried the wooden raft to the village to salvage food, and the collapsed house was covered underneath. And my father, in order to protect the Qianli embankment, jumped into the flood and turned into a stump, which grew on the Qianli embankment forever.

8) The flood waters receded. Everyone elected my mother as the village head. My mother communicated with me with the palm of her hand. I understood what she meant, I said, mother, you don't have to worry about me, you can do what you want! The mother tightly bound her stomach with a belt, handed over the eldest sister and the second sister to Aunt Tieta, who had just given birth, and threw herself into the struggle to rebuild the home. The mother dragged her heavy body, led the villagers to renovate the dilapidated houses, grab the crops, and ran to the county, picked up the medical team, and vaccinated each villager with an epidemic prevention shot.

9) The mother herself fell ill. She was sick, and her weakness could no longer control my birth. In the health center set up by the medical team, my mother patted her stomach and said to the restless man, "Son, you can come out this time, my mother knows that you were afraid of this flood before, but you will miss this flood in the future!" My mother said that I was very sad, and I cried while quickly crawling out of my mother's ** and crawling out of my mother's life channel. I, at last, ripe for it.

10) Forty years later, when we were surrounded by drought, sandstorms, indifference, and selfishness, I had reached middle age and experienced the vicissitudes of life, and I understood the full meaning of my mother's words.

11) So, I began to miss the flood of 1963.