When I was pregnant, my mother fell while going up the stairs, and she was already pregnant with me for five and a half months, and my mother panicked, but nothing happened, and I survived tenaciously in my stomach.

There was another time before I was born, my sister liked to frolic on my mother's belly when she was a child, my mother's belly was already big, and my mother should have been six months old, and my sister jumped on her stomach with a "poof" when my mother was lying down, and my mother was in terrible pain, and I thought I couldn't save it.

Yet after all these twists and turns, I was born and lived to this point, and I have been through many things, but I have survived.

I'll talk about the future later, but now I'm going to talk about my past, because if there was no past, I wouldn't be able to lead to what was after, and it was those bizarre things that slowly changed my view of the world and made me begin to believe in some things that I couldn't accept before.

It is said that children have heavy yin energy, and the yang fire is not strong enough, and it is easy to see unclean things.

For as long as I can remember, I've been sleeping with my head covered in a quilt, both in winter and in summer.

At that time, air conditioning was not popular, and it can be said that we had never heard of air conditioning there, and it was very hot in summer, and even if it was a little cool at night, it was very cool.

Fortunately, there was an electric fan at that time, so it wasn't too hot to sleep at night, but it must be hot if you covered the quilt.

But I sleep with my head covered with a quilt all year round, even if I am sweaty in the summer heat, I don't dare to take the quilt off, until now, this has become a habit of mine, and I will involuntarily sleep with the quilt covered with my head when I sleep.

Some people say that babies cry for no reason because they see something unclean, and I certainly have no memory of my baby, but I always remember the torment of my childhood.

I don't remember exactly how old I was, but I do remember that at night, when I turned off the lights and opened my eyes, I could see a black figure in the shape of a human figure walking towards me. I closed my eyes, but I felt a cool breath approaching, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the dark shadow coming closer, and fear grew in my heart, even though I was young, I knew that it was something unclean.

When I was a child, I always thought that the quilt was the safest thing in the world, because as long as I put my head in the quilt, these things could not be seen or perceived.

This kind of torture lasted for about two years in total, until my mother took me to that Foshan as a lay disciple, and lived there for half a month, and after coming back, I didn't always see a black shadow coming to me when I went to bed at night, but the habit of sleeping with my head covered can't be changed, and there is always an inexplicable sense of security in the whole person shrunk in the quilt.

As for the dangers, I've really encountered them many times, but I've survived them, and I think it's a little incredible.

One time I had a cold, and then my mom took me to a clinic to get some medicine, but about half an hour after I took the medicine, I was eating, and I felt chills all over my body, so I shouted cold to my mom.

It was summer, and the fan was on at home, so my mother turned it off. But I still felt cold, and it was getting colder, and then I convulsed, foaming at the mouth, and I couldn't even speak.

My mom and dad were in a hurry and quickly called a taxi to take me to the People's Hospital, which is the largest hospital in town.

In less than 20 minutes, I was lying in the emergency room, and my last memory before losing consciousness was that of a nurse sister holding a tube with a small head on the tube, not hard or soft, like pinching a hard tissue, and shoved it into my nostrils.

This was the most sudden, and then I heard my mother say that it seemed to be a drug allergy, and she might die if she played for half an hour.

Another most dangerous time is a fever, high fever, more than 42 degrees, at that time more than 38 degrees to go to the hospital, but after hanging salt water for a long time, the body temperature became more than 42 degrees, the doctor also panicked and never encountered this situation. In the end, the hospital said that I was hopeless, and asked my mother to take me home, and the family didn't have much money at that time, so I was taken home again.

In the middle of the night, the high fever did not go away, it burned directly to forty-three degrees, I was confused, I didn't know what I was talking about, I only knew that my mother had been by my side at that time, talking to me.

Just when my mom thought I wouldn't survive the next morning, my fever miraculously went down, from 43 degrees, to 41 degrees 3, to 40 degrees, to 38 degrees, until the next morning it was back to 37 degrees.

For me, when I was a child, my mother always called me a broom star, because since she gave birth to me, there have been many things in the family.

Either I quarreled with my dad today and wanted a divorce, or I had a quarrel with my mother's relatives, and then my dad's relatives did business and wanted to pull my dad to be the big boss, and they quarreled with my dad's relatives again.

The deepest memory is that my dad and his relatives went out to earn money, but the money was not earned, but people disappeared, did not answer the phone or carry people, and played the world disappeared. Later, my mom took me to my dad, and then I found out that my dad had a woman outside, and he wanted to play missing and divorce my mom, but in the end he came back, and I forgot what the reason was, and my mom didn't tell me in detail.

After I was born, my family always quarreled, and in addition, I got sick from time to time, which added another burden to the family that was not wealthy, but it became a broom star.

In fact, in addition to those unexpected situations, I myself died once, when I was only three years old, three years old is an age full of curiosity, and at the same time, the age when I can do the most stupid things, and I do stupid things unconsciously.

There is a jar of earth roast at home, which is self-brewed wine, and every time I see my dad drinking wine with taste, I am so greedy.

One day there was no one at home, I turned out the jar and opened the lid, the bowl was not needed, just scooped and drank, just such a three-year-old child, drinking more than 30 degrees of earth burning, drank half of the jar.

By the time my mom came back, I had already passed out on the ground and was taken straight to the hospital, where I was poisoned by alcohol and hung with salt water for three days. Later, my mother always said that the drinking burned out the brain, otherwise I wouldn't be so stupid, because at that time I didn't know much about human accidents, emotional intelligence was a lot lower than my peers, every year, looking back at my previous self, I would feel that I was too stupid at that time, and once wondered if my brain development was slower than others but I could continue to develop, and there was no limit to infinite improvement.

My mother always said that my life is a gift from God, I can't survive without this series of coincidences and miracles, I should live well, God gave me this opportunity, I have to enjoy life.