In the midsummer of the late 1970s, willow branches with blue sky and clear water and tender leaves danced leisurely in the wind along the Dani River. My friends and I took our own slingshots and went to the jungle by the river to practice "Kung Fu". We concentrated our attention and quickly searched for birds perched on the trunk, a tree, another tree ... Finally, we found the target on a neem tree, opened the slingshot and aimed at launching, and a sparrow fell to the ground in a panic.
We rushed over, picked up the sparrow and stroked its hot feathers. The bird trembled slightly, with fear and doubt in its eyes, and made heartbreaking cries from time to time, which sounded like crying, shouting and fighting. That scene made me give in, shocked me, and made me feel guilty and guilty. That bird, like me, is a life of flesh and blood, full of yearning and love for life with the instinct of survival. However, the future of this bird may be buried under my slingshot. I looked up, and the lonely songs of birds in the jungle came and went, which made the sad atmosphere at the scene particularly strong. At this time, I, like an old man who made a mistake, kept repeating: "I'm sorry!" Sorry! " Then, carefully put the bird on the grass, hoping that it can return to its companion as soon as possible.
At that time, the village where I lived was overgrown with vegetation and ditches and ponds were like nets. Where there is water, there are many swimming fish. Especially after a spring rain, the earth is full of vitality. Like a poem, fish emerged from ditches and rice fields, playing, surfing and singing together in the water, which led villagers to rush into the water with various fishing tools and play cat-and-mouse games with the fish. In a short time, a lot of lively fish became farmers' dishes, small fish and shrimp, and were abandoned on the ridge. These abandoned creatures, in order to survive and return to the waters where they once lived, struggled desperately on the ridge.
Looking at the vivid and lovely lives, the helplessness and inexplicable sadness shown in the face of injury and death threats quickly dug out of my heart. I sympathize with their situation and their present situation. Although I can't hear them crying, I believe they must be crying! So I bent down, carefully picked up those little creatures and gently put them back into the water. These cute little guys got used to it a little in the water, and before they could say thank you to me, they shook their heads and swam away. At that moment, I felt proud, I felt proud!
Birds, fish and shrimp need human care and care, and people struggling in pain and death also need our help and encouragement. My fourth brother, born in his mother's belly, is very weak. He often enuresis when he was fifteen or sixteen. Due to poor health and emaciated body, some naughty children regard him as the object of teasing or bullying. There is a man named Xu Guangming in the village. He often humiliates him. Once, Xu's sharp words stabbed my father. As soon as the fourth brother got home, his cruel father pushed him to the ground and stomped on him. Seeing that terrible scene, a cold wave rose rapidly from my heart, spread all over my body in an instant, and branded him deeply in my heart, becoming a scar that I could never touch, and I would drop blood when I touched it.
It's a pity that the fourth brother contracted hepatitis B as an adult. The bullying Liao Guohua brothers often found fault with him and beat him repeatedly for some trivial things, which made my fourth brother miserable. The fourth brother was sick, giving the wicked an opportunity and dissuading the matchmaker. Slowly, his marriage with his fourth brother became a pain in our family's heart. Until he was thirty-seven, he finally married his fourth sister-in-law. Sisao is selfish and willful, so she divorced a man. Then she left her three underage daughters and married my fourth brother. From the first day she married my fourth brother, complaints and abuse accompanied my fourth brother, making him live in depression and pain. So among the brothers and sisters, the fourth brother is the one I sympathize with and miss most. I can't hear his bad words, I can't see his pain.
On the road of fourth brother's life, it is full of bitterness, sadness and pain. However, in order to make a living, the fourth brother had to drag his sick body and be busy in the field, supporting our family with blood and tears. On September 1988, I went to school in Changsha, and my fourth brother sent me to the market town. When I got on the boat and waved goodbye to my fourth brother, I suddenly saw his towering cheekbones and eyes deeply sunken into my eyes ... I realized that my fourth brother had been silent for so many years, but he had been dedicated to our family. If, thinking about the past and the future, the softest nerve in my heart seems to be touched, and a faint rain and fog suddenly appears in front of me, I swear from my heart: I must study hard and work hard to make my fourth brother's life and body better.
200 1 After the Spring Festival, Brother Four sent his stepdaughter to Guangzhou to see Jiu Ge. Fourth brother has never been out of the city before, not even to counties and cities, nor to big cities. In his eyes, big cities are sacred. I took time to accompany my fourth brother around Guangzhou in those days. When he walked slowly on the busy street and wandered between scenic spots, his face was always full of pride and satisfaction, and he talked a lot and smiled brightly. He also talks to my wife about my childhood and teenage life from time to time. When I took a picture of him, he said he must take it back and tell the villagers that this is the place where Jiu Di works and lives! Through the lens, I saw him holding his head high, and my tears could not stop flowing down. Of course, after I joined the work, I also kept the oath of that year and often gave some financial support to Brother Four to make his life better and more decent.
Maybe it's because I've had gout, and life is worse than death, or maybe I have the feeling that fishbone is stuck in my throat for several years. Therefore, when I find that birds, small fish, shrimp and fourth brother are suffering, I always habitually extend a warm hand to help them out of their misery. Therefore, in the end, it is not death on the hard ground, death in the palm of your hand, nor the old age of Brother Four, but the end of life's lively wandering in happiness.