That was more than thirty years ago. Because my grandfather was a scholar before liberation and took teaching as his profession, he was classified as a "rich farmer" during the land reform period, and the hat of "four kinds of molecules" fell on our heads from then on. When I was in the fifth grade of primary school, it was the heyday of "taking class struggle as the key link"
One day in the summer vacation that year, I went to the field to transplant rice seedlings with adults. A commune cadre (actually a member of our brigade) accompanied me to plant it, just on my left. It is said that he was sent to our team to watch and mingle with the players, eating, living and working together. Although I was young at that time, I was still a good hand at transplanting rice seedlings. Cadres think I grow rice quickly and well. At first, he smiled and praised me, so he chatted with me and asked me whose child I was, what grade I was in ... I was a kind old man, and I answered them one by one. Finally, he asked me what my name was, and I told him, "My name is Huang Xianchao, first of all, Dynasty." He pondered for a while, his face suddenly became gloomy, and then he said to the people around him, "The name Xianchao has not been changed yet. What he means is to inherit the ancestors of the previous dynasties, restore the old society, ride on the people's heads again, and let the poor and middle peasants suffer twice ... "
I heard it and thought it was a catastrophe. When I got home, I told my parents about it. My parents are very anxious. My father said to me, "We will be criticized again."
Later, in order to avoid suspicion, I simply changed my name. From then on, "Huangshan", "Loess" and "Yellow River" became my code names. But the shadow is always with me. When I was in junior high school, I was admitted to a secondary school, and I was brushed down because I failed the political exam because of historical problems ... At that time, my parents were very strict with us, and we were also very competitive, trying not to cause trouble to this family that had been overwhelmed by the "composition theory". I remember once, members dug sweet potatoes in the field, and adults and children ate them casually. I could only look at the potatoes and sigh. An aunt saw it and gave me a sweet potato. I looked at my mother, and her mother gave me a look that others could hardly find, so I said to her, "I won't eat, you see, I'm still full!" " I also touched my intentionally swollen belly with my hand. In fact, at that time, no one in the big group could fill their stomachs.
It was not until the end of the "ten-year turmoil" and after the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee of the Communist Party of China that the heavy hat of "four types of molecules" was removed from our heads. After graduating from high school and returning to my hometown for many years, I was admitted to the university. My name was officially registered as "hukou" and I was named "Huang Bin", which is my current name. Because I like news and literary writing, I have given myself many names, such as "Bing Huang", "Bing Bing", "Bing Quan" and "Bing Quan". These are my pen names. Now, under the education and training of the party, I have joined the party and been promoted. I firmly believe that those stale things that are incompatible with social development will never return.