Zane was about the same age as the little Tuding I remembered, but I knew that neither Tutting nor I had that kind of courage.
Some people are healed by childhood all their lives, while others are healed by childhood all their lives.
After watching the movie, I remembered this sentence and many stories around me that I had inadvertently seen, the small town that we collectively call our hometown, and the "immigrant areas" that seemed to be made out of molds, "Poverty Alleviation Housing", children running around the streets in ill-fitting clothes, trash cans that have overflowed but no one cares, motorcycles with harsh subwoofers and disgraced young people, covered with scarves by wanton provocative girls The cheek that lives... I thought those stories had been deleted in my mind long ago, but the memory always chooses to keep the sadness forever, the figure of Xiao Tuding in the black and white binary world is blurred and clear, he will never grow tall, Lianxian He can also drown him on the few streets. He shuttled through the water-filled alleys, got into the abandoned houses, and disappeared from the sight of the neighbors for several days, but he was regarded as a normal item by the adults. thing. His mother's marriage was more of a grotesque comedy, when I could still remember, little Tuding's brother was born, he was the eldest child in the family, half-sister to Tuding, she and the first After the man divorced, he married the man's younger brother, a limping man, and continued to live with the people of that family as if nothing had happened. During this period, he also split and joined many times, and then Tuding came to this place. A world without summer. I also don't know which child Tuding is, because every time he will bring a group of children taller or shorter than him to the most marginal places, holding bamboo sticks and waving at those who are as lonely as them. There are zero flowers that bloom hard on the plateau, no wonder they are, no one tells them what is love, what is cherishing, those things that we praise with beautiful or similar adjectives, in their eyes, come as scheduled every year winter makes no difference. They were biting into broken apples they got from nowhere, as if they kept proving the fact that there were no living trees in our place for decades. Indeed, as I lay in bed and surveyed the place we call home, unraveling the veil and sense of self-preservation bestowed by the villagers, and throwing away that sadness that people often call "nostalgia", I At the end of August, the birthplace of Xiao Tuding and Xiao Tu Ding lost its green color, but near the Yangtze River, it is always unavoidable to worry about the draft problem. I have to get close to the tractor driver who pulls the water. In exchange for these relationships, our survival is guaranteed. . Half of our grassland is sand, just those particles that blew into Xiao Tuding's eyes when the wind was strong in winter. Maybe our rainy season is too short, or maybe Xiao Tuding's eyes that have been repeatedly rubbed can no longer shed tears to get wet. This dry soil. In short, those sands always appear in the same color whether in spring, summer or autumn and winter, making people mistaken for an eternal color That's it. They once said that the era of cattle and sheep everywhere and melodious pastoral songs can no longer be returned. Only the smelly goats and domestic pigs that were slaughtered at the door of the county vegetable market may be replaced by the howling. After the melodious past, we grew up eating food bought in the smelly vegetable market since we were young. No choice means no rejection. After going to school, our original thoughts will be enlightened, and we will become young people with independent minds and sound personalities in the bath of wisdom, but like a short stay in summer, this fantasy only appears in our rotten morality textbooks, those of us Timid kids go to school every day to watch out for the "bad kids" who are always taller and stronger than us and always waiting for us at the next corner. We are like a defeated small country, paying tribute on time in dissatisfaction, anger and fear in exchange for their forgiveness again and again, and then the road of revenge in dreams every night, the hidden sword in your hand will always be You can't cut the savage face of your opponent, only the shudder of sweat droplets that wake up and condensed by the cold air tells you that this winter will be very long again. Yes, even so, the pace of urbanization is a huge force that no one can stop, it can put away our grasslands like carpets, and stuff our loved ones into one by one as if carved from a mold. The house has transformed the nomads we have relied on for generations into settlements, and sent children to courtyards that do not know the meaning of education and called them "schools". After that, grandpa often said "green grasslands, sheep flocks leisurely, horses galloping." "Fathers strode forward with Tibetan knives on their waists, and mothers walked into the house after milking to raise a plume of cooking smoke", but at this time no one knew how to imagine this scene, and Tuding and I were the same. . On the road of revenge, the hidden knife in your hand will never cut the hideous face of your opponent, only the shudder of sweat droplets awake and condensed by the cold air tells you that this winter will be very long again. Yes, even so, the pace of urbanization is a huge force that no one can stop, it can put away our grasslands like carpets, and stuff our loved ones into one by one as if carved from a mold. The house has transformed the nomads we have relied on for generations into settlements, and sent children to courtyards that do not know the meaning of education and called them "schools". After that, grandpa often said "green grasslands, sheep flocks leisurely, horses galloping." "Fathers strode forward with Tibetan knives on their waists, and mothers walked into the house after milking to raise a plume of cooking smoke", but at this time no one knew how to imagine this scene, and Tuding and I were the same. . On the road of revenge, the hidden knife in your hand will never cut the hideous face of your opponent, only the shudder of sweat droplets awake and condensed by the cold air tells you that this winter will be very long again. Yes, even so, the pace of urbanization is a huge force that no one can stop, it can put away our grasslands like carpets, and stuff our loved ones into one by one as if carved from a mold. The house has transformed the nomads we have relied on for generations into settlements, and sent children to courtyards that do not know the meaning of education and called them "schools". After that, grandpa often said "green grasslands, sheep flocks leisurely, horses galloping." "Fathers strode forward with Tibetan knives on their waists, and mothers walked into the house after milking to raise a plume of cooking smoke", but at this time no one knew how to imagine this scene, and Tuding and I were the same. .
One year, when I asked my mother about Tuding, she said that her parents had divorced, and Tuding, who lived in the "immigration area", moved with her mother to the "poverty alleviation area" on the other side. He still hasn't grown taller. He often walks through the streets with bamboo sticks. He is neither angry nor happy. Those children who were shorter than him have begun to look down on him. Later, I learned that Tuding was sent to a boarding middle school in Xining after graduating from elementary school. His mother often told my mother how much she missed Tuding, and her tone was slightly choked, but Tuding would definitely not be like that. Express, because I know that those eyes that have been ravaged by the winds of the long winter are not so easy to cry.
After watching the video, I also know that Zane's courage neither I nor Tudding has, but I hope that those children who are still struggling to grow up in the long winter like Tudding can one day see the splendor of summer .
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