"I 1932 was born in Shanghai. At that time, China was in the Ming Dynasty and the Republic of China, with social unrest and chaos. The people are hungry and cold, and their families are ruined. At that time, few people could eat and drink enough every day, but my father shouldered the burden of life and took good care of our three brothers. He carefully takes care of the only 2 acres of land in his home. The power of the scorching sun and the lewdness of the biting cold wind have deeply engraved traces of time on his face! However, it is not enough to rely on this 2 mu of land alone. My father went to work as a porter to help people carry heavy goods to the boat ... I still remember his big hands, so powerful and powerful, and the calluses on his hands witnessed it all! When others get married or die, my father plays musical instruments to help others make some money. My father's other job is to pull a bullock cart, that is, to help rich landlords pull goods or pick up people. No matter what the weather is like, he never complains even if it rains heavily. In my impression, there is a saying: even if the sky falls, my father will support me! " The foreign prosecutor told his story. When he talked about his father, his face showed deep thought. I think my grandfather's father must be a dark-skinned old man with deep wrinkles on his forehead.
"Because dad has four jobs at the same time, we can live. However, the good times did not last long. When I was 8 years old, my father got asthma because of overwork. At that time, medicine was underdeveloped, and we didn't have enough money to see our father. We can only watch him lose weight day by day, but there is nothing we can do. I remember my father's last words:' children, dad is leaving. If the sky collapses in the future, you should learn to carry it yourself!' However, at that time, food was tight and prices soared, and the ailing mother could no longer make a living at home. My three sons, one is 7 years old, one is 10, and the other is 14, can't earn money to support their children, so my mother remarried to a bully's house with her 7-year-old little brother, leaving me and my brother at home. Bullies try their best to drive their little brother out of the house and give him rotten rice and vegetables every day. These dishes are delicious for flies and mosquitoes, and they are very unclean. After eating these dishes, my brother soon had a stomachache, vomiting and diarrhea, and he was exhausted.
And my brother stays at home and has no money to spend. In order to survive, he went to the seaside to work. At that time, it was during the Japanese invasion of China. Damn Japanese spread a lot of bacteria in China. My brother accidentally inhaled these bacteria, got blood-sucking disease and eventually died. "Imagine my ancestors suffering from illness, my heart is rolling and the tide is surging. In the past 50 years, the changes in Shanghai have been amazing, and this tragic fate seems to be far from modern people!
"In this way, I was the only one among the three brothers, and my mother gave me a master as a godson. That master is so fierce that he whips me whenever anything goes wrong. I studied there for 8 years and learned painting skills. When I got home, I was already a 19-year-old young man. My home has long been deserted, and my house has long collapsed. I really didn't have anything at that time, but I remembered my father's last words:' The sky is falling, you should learn to carry it yourself.' I said to myself, I will live strong no matter what! Fortunately, at that time, China was liberated and implemented land reform. The producer gave me the landlord's house. From then on, I created wealth with my own hands. I remembered this sentence:' The sky is falling, you should learn to carry it yourself!' "
Grandpa told his story calmly, with a slow tone and no proper sadness on his face. Maybe the passage of time makes people forget what pain is. It may also be numb with pain, scarred and unable to remember what is complete. This story seems far away from me, so far that people can't imagine what it looks like, but in fact it is very close to me. It just happened to an old man, a relative of mine!
Grandpa smiled at me: "You are happy!" I'm at a loss. I have asked myself more than once what happiness is. I suddenly understand that everyone has their own happiness, as long as they know how to be satisfied! I have never felt the sadness of my relatives leaving me, and I don't want to feel the feeling of separation between yin and yang, because I am afraid that the sadness hidden in the deepest part of my heart will be fully revealed. I admire my grandfather very much. He is very strong!
Looking at today's life, I can't imagine my grandfather's life before, because it seems too far away, too far away! Now this vibrant city is spreading its wings and flying, and its charm is overwhelming. I won't mention the high-rise buildings it owns; Not to mention the dragon on Huangpu River; I won't mention its magnificent Oriental Pearl any more. I just tell a story lightly, the story of an ordinary old man. Use my own balance in my head to weigh it. Put the story of this old man on the left and the story of modern people on the right, and you will find:
Shanghai is not what it used to be!