Zhu Chengyu
She is a housewife of a poor family, her husband is a miner and her son is in primary school. Although the days are bitter, she is full of infinite enthusiasm for life, and her heart is like a small charcoal, which makes her life flourish.
She planted some side dishes in her yard, which were lush and watery. There are also many chickens, ducks, crows and dogs barking in the yard, and the whole day is a lively and extraordinary scene.
It's weird, too Probably because of her kindness and popularity. Other people's cats and dogs are scrambling to run into the yard, and even wild pigeons are scrambling to land on the roof of her house.
After cleaning up the housework, she often moves a stool and sits in the sun. In the leafy summer, she knits sweaters that her husband and children will wear in winter. Occasionally, she will read books and read poems that have followed her since childhood. The constant "literary style" makes her look much more elegant than the woman next door. Besides, she also reads cooking books. She likes cooking for her husband and son in different ways. She likes to watch her husband and son wolf down their food.
Unlike other women, she doesn't play mahjong when she is free. I seldom get together with them, and my parents in the East, the Li family, chat briefly. To outsiders, she is withdrawn and lonely, and only wants to stay at home. She felt very happy. Although her husband doesn't earn much money, his life is full.
She will cheer for cooking a new dish, and she will jump for joy because her husband left work an hour early. My son will shout "Mom, I'm leaving" before going out to school. She hurried out. "Don't go with mom." The son will satisfy her, hook her neck and give her a loud "bang". Every day, when my husband comes home from work, he will smell the smell of vegetables floating in the distant house. He will get drunk before drinking and go home faster.
The bones of the family are men, the blood of the family is children, and the soul of the family is women. A poor family is gorgeous because of her.
Think of a description in Lao She's Little Man's Self-Report:
Every time I see a mad dog, my bones stick out from my skin, and a few hairs are still attached to my skin, which are sparse, like grass on a freehand brushwork landscape. I want to ask: Why are you alive? How do you live? This concern must not be out of contempt, but out of the same disease. I saw my own shadow in this poor creature. Why did I live in the first place? How did you get here alive? Like this dog, I can't get any answers, but I feel a little confused silently. Some horror, some unspeakable sadness, yes, my past-what I remember, what I heard, what I seem to remember and forget-is so dark that I don't know how I groped it out ... and there is no joy of coming out; Come to think of it, there is love in suffering; If you subtract this love, even now, it is unnecessary and meaningless.
Note: This article was published in Life Times 20 13.5+0.
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