one,
Both of my parents were born in the 1970s. I was a junior high school tyrant, but went to a teacher's college because I couldn't pay the 50 yuan high school tuition. At that time, the teachers were in charge of eating and returning food stamps, and after graduation, they were assigned to be teachers. In rural areas of northern Jiangsu, it was almost a perfect career to stand out.
Time flies too fast, economic reform and opening up, education and enrollment reform, parents are like two hugging splashes in the big river, so they are quietly rushed forward.
At that time, the division of teachers' colleges, except for the children of cadres and related officials and relatives, all other students were divided according to their household registration. Of course, the schools where the household registration is located are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. First-class towns, second-class rich villages, and third-class nearby villages, and the worst are remote villages. This is also divided according to the relationship.
In order to avoid a blind date, my mother was purely a poor boy. By fate, they both chose the remote gardening farm where the pear blossoms were in full bloom.
Anything about missing is outdated. They find that the times are too fast, and trying to live happily is the only way out. Bribes the entanglement of family planning, prudently educates people, laboriously nurtures two children, grows flowers and plants, and is self-sufficient.
But as my sister got older, they started thinking about education. The junior high school in the town is definitely the best, so my dad went to his grandparents and said that he wanted to go back to his hometown next to the town and begged them for help.
The grandparents said that we two farmers have three sons. You are the youngest. The first two sons have exhausted all their savings when they got married and built a house in the village. We can’t help you.
My dad's calligraphy is particularly beautiful. He went to the town market to write Spring Festival couplets and sell firecrackers during the Chinese New Year to see if he could save more money. After being seen by the grandparents, they said that you are a teacher, you can't do such a shameful thing, if you do, don't come back, it's shameful.
My dad went home without saying a word.
I will only list one of the thousand kinds of troubles. After many years, my father was drunk and still nagging me and my sister. He didn't want to go back to that gloomy and terrifying village for burial in a hundred years, and he rambled about the expensiveness of the cemetery.
His distaste for his hometown has always been palpable. It comes from grandparents who are decadent and ignorant and can't even keep up with their children.
two,
My disgust for my hometown comes from the pain of being molested by my cousin when I was young. This pain accompanied me at every stage of growth and hated any superfluous distress.
She named herself lady bird, and I named myself jigger.
Thinking of the word safe and sound is a luxury.
three,
The elder sister always felt that the barren countryside's contempt and disrespect for women made her angry.
She had a special temperament since she was a child.
My mother was the youngest and most filial of my grandmother's four children, but when several uncles came back, my uncles and aunts didn't do any work. The mother had to do all the cooking, buying vegetables, washing dishes, and serving dishes. I have been in self-depression, my sister is in observation. The elder sister couldn't stand it and asked everyone why my mother did the most work, but she still couldn't eat the food. All the relatives laughed at her because your mother was a woman, and the daughter who got married poured out the water.
My cheerful mom laughed and said how ugly it would be if she didn't do it and nobody would do it.
Since then, my sister has never spoken or interacted with any relatives. She feels that there is a kind of soul dignity that supports her to draw a line with them.
But life is not good, and people in our hometown who are connected by blood are quite shameless.
Four,
Grandpa died and I went back to that place. I saw the complicated funeral, the long white robe team and the roaring gongs and drums.
The extravagant villa-style graves in the fields, and the weeping elders.
They were curled up, kowtowing to the land, crying and crying, all bowed down to the horizon, facing the land.
The Chinese have always believed in Marx at Amway, but in fact there are few beliefs. The lust of the petty bourgeoisie, the piety of a few people, and the continuous carnival of most people.
But the old Chinese peasants believed in the land.
I don't know if I would think of this, I should think of it in Yu Hua, Jia Pingwa's novels, or even Bailuyuan and Su Tongli, not in this growing-up film, which is interesting.
The first half of the movie didn't catch my eye too much until the prom was changing clothes, and Birdie said if this was the best of me, would you like it?
Heart pounded.
I remember when my father thought I was too uncharacteristic of a boy, he let me walk from the end of the village to the head of the village topless, and he gave me five dollars. I rolled my eyes and climbed to the roof, hurting spring and autumn, and he pulled me down and pinched me.
Perhaps after so many years, he was used to his son being feminine, melancholy, silent, or even immobile, and liked colorful clothes. He was accustomed to his daughter being extremely strong and delicious, and the brave and sturdy Bei Piao was a dog, and he was determined not to go home to get married and take the civil service exam.
Ugh.
There are a lot of emotions. Forgive me, I forgot the paragraph at the beginning, where it is said.
Then at the last moment of the movie, she was driving, and the image of her mother was constantly overlapping, and the light and shadow flowed.
"I wonder if your first time driving in your hometown is the same as mine?"
The land has been silent, and we have struggled from generation to generation, sometimes blaming incompetent complaints on the only thing that won't take revenge, and the unfortunate can only blame the land. The lucky little ones can blame their parents.
Sometimes our family will go back and look at the place that carries pain and growth, and will be silent.
Dad didn't want to be buried there, but he didn't dare to. He was afraid that he would be buried with the things he hated. I went to Shanghai, my sister went to Beijing, but we just stood on the village over there.
All eyes are filled with vicissitudes of life in an instant, and a thousand words can't let out a fart, and the sense of depression is better than all prosperity and class differences.
Because this is the root.
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