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Looking back on the road of life is an autobiography I wrote in 2005, which records the bits and pieces of my life journey.

In 2004, we bought a second house in Pingshan Wentang Xiyuan Hot Spring Resort. My wife took a hot spring bath in the resort and I bought furniture in the city. One day, when I had nothing to do, I took an anthology of Ms. Chen Xiangmei from the shelf. Before I finished watching the first episode, I was moved by her vivid deeds, simple, beautiful and concise written language. At that time, I had a whim and suddenly had a desire to write.

Curious personality drives me to do whatever I want. I immediately took out the paper and pen from the drawer and began to write. Where should I start? After thinking about it, good! Let's talk about the holiday in my hometown when I was a child. Such as: Tomb-Sweeping Day, Dragon Boat Festival, August Festival, Laba Festival, the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, the kitchen god going to heaven, and many lively scenes such as the Lunar New Year, the market, and meetings, right! Write it like this. In one go, I wrote a stack in three and a half days, without paragraphs, punctuation and typos, which satisfied my curiosity at the moment. Three days later, the manuscript paper was lying in the drawer and never turned over.

Before the Spring Festival, my wife returned to the city and accidentally dug out my manuscript from the drawer and entered it into the computer. One day, he said to me: I read what you wrote and felt good. I have entered it into the computer. I said: You are just kidding the whole world. It's just a whim, fun. Is it worth typing in the computer? You really have nothing to do. He solemnly said: Really, I feel that your imagination is very rich, and it is very valuable to reflect all the folk customs, people's feelings and people's feelings. He added: You should continue to write when you return to the resort after the New Year. I said, look, I don't know if I can write it.

In 2005, after the fifteenth day of the first month, we returned to the resort. The wife said: we climb mountains for half a day to exercise, and the rest of the time to write your article. I said, well, try it. The manuscript was written in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother will hold my right hand and carry a basket on my left arm. There are steamed bread, vermicelli, fragrant paper and gold ingot in it. She went to visit my grandparents' graves. In the custom of my hometown, women cry, groan and mumble in front of the grave, and they want to pour out all the bitter water they have swallowed in their hearts for a year. In the current words, they just vent their grievances on their loved ones. I wrote in my autobiography that crying is also a culture. Old people often say: it is better to sing than to suffer. But because my pen is too soft and my language is poor, I can't express my satisfactory vocabulary. The more you write, the more you look up As soon as you throw a pen, say, stop writing! Let's live an easy life. However, if we have to have a hard time with ourselves, that's fine. At this moment, my wife spoke. He said: Don't worry, write slowly and write a good sentence. This is not a task, and there is no time limit. In this way, with his encouragement, I strengthened my confidence and continued to write. This short passage in Tomb-Sweeping Day, in particular, is still vivid and humorous. (Friends who have read books react)

My writing process starts with a draft on paper and then enters it into the computer. Because I just learned to send messages with my mobile phone in 2004, I am not familiar with the computer keyboard. It is better to input while reading the paper draft. So every day is more than ten hours, and it is turned off at night 12, and several times until one or two in the morning. In those months, I ate two boxes of instant noodles. Anyway, I finally finished it on August 22nd.

postscript

I'm in my sixties, and I finally remember a tofu account, and my mind is at a loss. This book is very difficult to write, just like ants gnawing at bones, one by one. Fortunately, I recorded my memories, experiences, setbacks, happiness, and bits and pieces of different times, different jobs and different lives, without leaving too many regrets. I am not perfect in the article, but I am absolutely true. When writing the plot, I was moved by it and kept wiping my tears.

This book is compiled by my wife, the page numbers are designed and the pictures are made. We didn't apply for the number from the publishing house, because this is an autobiography and we don't want to put it on the market. In addition, if you write a book and print it yourself, you must have a great sense of accomplishment.

After hard work, the text of the manuscript was printed, color-sealed and inserted, and finally bound by the printing house. When we see books, we put our own books together with the original books of the publishing house, except that there is no book number, and everything else is exactly the same. K Ben Da 32,4 insert 10. 125 print, 168 thousand words.

30 copies were printed first and distributed to three children, relatives and individual friends. I didn't expect a strong reaction and asked to reprint it. Some relatives didn't get the books, but took turns reading them. So, I wrote them down one by one and read them so that they could be printed in the book when they were reprinted. Everyone wants to keep one.

Testimony of relatives and friends

Author: grandson Zhang Shiyu

Reading grandma's "Looking Back at the Road to Life", I was filled with thoughts, and a poem by Zhu came to my mind:

As soon as the half-acre square pond is opened,

The sky is full of clouds and shadows.

Ask where the canal is so clear,

Because there is inexhaustible living water for it.

Grandma is 60 years old, but she is still passionate about creation and eager to express her inner feelings. In my opinion, the key to success is "running water for the source". After experiencing the ups and downs of my life, I took my creative desire as the "source", told myself in words and vividly wrote my life experience on paper. From time to time, generate shows the vitality and vigor that still exists in his twilight years, maintaining a fiery heart, a young heart and a vigorous heart. In that simple and concise text, I really wrote down the life course of half a century. Grandma has no so-called "writing arrogance". It reads like face-to-face communication with you. Words are not flashy, utilitarian or limited in content. Everything is vast and touching with ordinary stories. When reading "Notes on Childhood", the author is in the scene and presents various festivals, folk customs, people's feelings and lively scenes to the readers. The author did not express his feelings or comments on every story, but he clearly outlined his transition from childhood to youth.

Reading "eventful years", I deeply felt the author's hard struggle experience in his prime. From 20 years of stage career to accounting work, he showed a lot of hardships and did not give in to difficulties. Through practice, I quickly became familiar with the business and did my duty in my post, which won the praise of leaders and colleagues. From here, I can't help thinking of my mother, who inherited this spirit from her grandmother and made many brilliant achievements in today's work. In the chapter "Colorful Life", in the hard years, you have tasted the ups and downs of life, but you can't see a word "bitter" in the book. Ups and downs have tempered the spirit of hard work and achieved a win-win situation for family and career. After reading the travel part of the book, I realized the changes of life since the reform and opening up, witnessed the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, realized the true feelings of the world, and realized the infinite sunshine of the future, leaving me with infinite longing and throbbing for a better future. As soon as this book came out, it has surpassed its significance and original value-because it not only compensated the author's wishes, but also brought a lot of enlightenment and harvest to the younger generation. ......

Note: This speech was written by Sun Tzu in the second day of junior high school, with more than 2,000 words. Relatives and friends have received more than 20 thank-you letters, so I won't list them here.

In June 2006, my wife began to write a book. In the process of his writing, I have been involved in it, arranging his meals reasonably and undertaking all the housework. 300,000-word manuscripts are proofread by our school, so choose words and sentences to find flaws. * * * Read it three times. The book was printed at the end of 10 in the same year.

When I saw two books written and made by myself side by side in the bookcase, my sense of accomplishment and pleasure in my heart could not be expressed in words. My wife said: We will publish another book in two years, and then write what is not written in this book. This is called an appendix. What new stories are found and what new stories are accumulated is called gleaning. I said: good! Two years later, the old couple will get cold again!