Listen to Grandpa's past stories (1)

I've always wanted to record the stories my grandparents told me when I was a child, but I'm afraid to write, because I always feel that my writing can't vividly describe their lives, their years and the years when their passion is burning. But now grandpa has been dead for almost three years. If I don't start writing, I'm afraid those stories will be buried by the years. At that time, my grandfather was probably one of the millions of ordinary China people in Qian Qian. He has endured the hardships of years and put aside his youth. But for me, grandpa is a unique, warm and special existence. He made me understand that the things in those movies and textbooks not only existed on the screen and a few lines of words, but were once lifelike.

1935 In the autumn, on the sixth day of the ninth lunar month, an ordinary farmer in Dalintou Village, Ye County, Henan Province gave birth to a little boy, a pig. At that time, most families had the experience of his child's death. The family just wanted the little boy to be safe and gave him a nickname called Yubao. The little boy has two brothers and two sisters on it. He is also the youngest child of his parents. In that troubled times, adults worked hard and struggled to support the few who could survive. Unfortunately, however, it happened. When Yubao was 7 or 8 years old, her parents died one after another. Like most poor working people at that time, Yubao missed her parents and lived with her second brother.

At the age of going to school, I have no money at all, so I can only work to earn a little tuition. He is very eager to learn and cherishes the opportunity to meet his teacher every day. It snows heavily in winter, so there are more days to go to school. Before dawn, Xiao Yubao ran out with her schoolbag on her back. Afraid of stepping on the snow and getting a new pair of shoes wet, I took off my shoes barefoot, held them in my arms to warm myself up and ran to school in the heavy snow. Hang your feet on your trouser legs in the classroom and put on precious shoes.

More than 60 years later, on the warm sofa at home, Yubao told her granddaughter about her experience of studying in that year. The granddaughter in elementary school was particularly surprised and asked curiously, "Grandpa, aren't you cold when you run barefoot in the snow?" Your feet are so cold! "Yubao replied," At that time, I wanted to go to the classroom and learn everything I could. And running barefoot is actually quite cold, but it is tolerable. After all, you are exercising. But if I step on the snow with my shoes on, and my only new pair of shoes is wet, then I will sit barefoot in the classroom, so it won't be colder. ...................................................................................................................................

In this way, I finally learned all the contents of primary school in three years in the rhythm of "studying for three days a day and doing farm work". I thought it might be difficult to get into junior high school, but I was on the list that day, and I was still among the best. Yubao is particularly happy, but she is only happy when she is admitted. I really didn't have the money to go to school, so it took me one year to piece together three years of content.

In that era when literacy was a cultural person, Yubao, who finished junior high school, resolutely signed up for the army in order to have a meal. Yu Bao became a soldier of the people in Xiang Yan, left his hometown and embarked on the road of settling down. Later, because of my education, I got a valuable opportunity to study radio in Beijing. Hungry, Xiang Yan studied all kinds of professional knowledge seriously, and his favorite after school was China classical literature. Save money to buy books while reading.

to be continued

Grandpa gave me a lot of enlightenment and instruction when I was a child. I've always wanted to write his story, and today I finally started to write it.

When I first read it, I thought of his ancient prose, such as Shi Shuo and Quan Xue, and let me know that the teacher always explained the meaning of those ancient prose to me one by one. I always stand at the desk under my chin and listen devoutly. In his spare time, grandpa always recites the Song of Eternal Sorrow in chat. In my memory, he talked about literature and calligraphy, and his heartfelt love and admiration were beyond words. Although I didn't fully understand it at that time, his enlightenment made me feel the charm of China's traditional culture from an early age. Thanks to grandpa!

Think of the poem written by Mr. Gao on the seven pagodas: "You are the star, I am the star next to you, and my whole trajectory is influenced by you." Even if one day this star goes out, turns into dark matter and becomes invisible, it still affects my trajectory. Your appearance will always change my track, no matter where you are. "

Your appearance will change my track forever, no matter where you are.

In the future, after writing your story, I will often tell it to my children.