Ten grains of rice, how many lives?

Most people around the age of 40 have read the passage "Ten grains of rice, a lifetime" in primary school. It's about the old society, where farmers planted grain and gave it to landlords. A child from a poor family watched helplessly as the landlord and bully took away his food, so the child grabbed a handful from the bag containing the food. The landlord saw it and ordered his men to hit the children. When the child's parents took the child back, the child was already dead. His family broke his hand and held ten grains of rice in his small palm. Once upon a time, these short words made China people deeply understand the simple and sincere truth of cherishing food. Waste is a shame and will be spurned. Most people born after 60s and 70s are scolded by the older generation as "wasting food and being struck by lightning". However, in this era of sudden death, we have not passed on this reprimand that once expressed our national character and integrity to our descendants, or we can say that we have forgotten yesterday when we were beaten down and out, because some people may have been born in an era of material prosperity, with a good family, a rich father and a high salary. Search your memory, these histories that should not be forgotten: 1920, 1928, 193 1 year, 1934, 1936,1936. Only around 1960, * * has spread to almost all provinces in China. According to statistics, at least 30 million people died in China, equivalent to the total number of deaths in China during World War II! The latest one was only half a century ago. Liu Shaoqi, then president, said excitedly to * *: "If so many people starve to death, history should write about you and me, people eat people and write books!" Our generation after 60 s and 70 s grew up in the barren land where the bones of our ancestors were buried. The shabby cotton-padded jacket is full of bitter, sad, hungry and cold memories told by parents. People die by the dozen, and they fall down when they walk. In some villages, almost all the people have fallen down, and the dead people rot and stink at home just to let the living eat more and even eat people! My mother told me personally that I had an uncle who was found because he grabbed a handful of rice from the canteen. His thin body was hung up and beaten, and then he was kicked for more than an hour. When he was dying on the ground, he kept sending the remaining uncooked rice to his mouth! For people over 50 years old, the past seems to be yesterday, because some of them are teetering from the fallen crowd. Our dead father and compatriots have not yet cooled down, but these stories, which sound like tears for thousands of times, have suddenly cooled our once-burning hearts in this era. Today, how can we become so indifferent to yesterday, so contemptuous of food, so betrayed and so indifferent? The scene of the market tears your heart from time to time. Every day, all kinds of banquets and wedding banquets give way to large and small restaurants at weddings. Dinner was lavishly arranged from plate to plate. As a result, the leftovers of a table, even the whole chicken, duck and untouched delicacies, became swill and animal feed when the lights and sounds were gone, and what was fed by swill was served to the party again. Occasionally I can hear "What a waste! What a pity! " Then this faint sigh immediately disappeared in the magnificent music celebration and was drowned in the blessing of "leaders, friends, grandeur, luxury, auspiciousness and beauty". Then colorful lights, flowers and people dispersed. Most of these people will continue to attend various banquets tomorrow, the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. It is reported that a garbage sorting and recycling company in Beijing picked out 35 tons of garbage steamed bread in three months. According to this estimate, 28.3 billion kilograms of finished grain will be wasted in canteens, restaurants and hundreds of millions of families every year in China. In the university canteen, we saw many students throw their half-eaten meals on the table, and some even ate only a little. Then the waiter cleaned them up and threw them into the bucket. Finally, the leftovers were thrown away with other messy things. According to a survey, 85% of students have leftovers. ...... "Luxury is better than natural disasters!" Our generation, growing up in stormy times, has a deep-rooted reverence and worship for food, which is an indelible totem worship plot. At that time, eating meat was an incredible thing. There may not be such a delicious meal during the Spring Festival. A few days ago, a classmate who was a teacher leader in the army came to a party at home, and we talked about the days when we went to middle school together. The school is 30 miles away from home, and I go home every Saturday to get rice and vegetables for a week. One Saturday afternoon, after a hasty meal, my classmate and I went home. After walking for nearly three hours, I arrived at my classmate's house first. Two people feel almost fainted from hunger, looking for food everywhere. We found some cold cooked sweet potatoes in his pot. Just like Jim in Louis Stevenson's novel "Finding Treasure Island", the wolf quickly swallowed them up. Now I think of the scene more than 30 years ago, and I seem particularly hungry. The classmates said that because there are many brothers and sisters, the family is very poor. Grandma was ill, and his father found someone to open the back door and bought a catty of brown sugar. At that time, ordinary people could not buy sugar, let alone white sugar. The sugar I bought was wrapped in a newspaper. After my classmate's father put the sugar in the jar, some brown sugar particles were still stuck in the newspaper. Several brothers and sisters want that newspaper to lick. So, my father tore a small piece of newspaper for everyone, and several children licked it with relish. These heartbreaking memories were common in China families at that time. I remember a childhood friend, whose mother secretly threw some peanuts into the peanut shell on the ground when the production team was peeling peanut seeds, and wanted her son to pick them up and eat them. As a result, the captain found out, picked up his mother's hair and shouted at everyone. Later, his mother hanged herself, but fortunately she was saved. Until I went to high school, one evening afternoon, a classmate told me that he had been in pain for a whole week. He came home from school on Saturday afternoon, ate the cold rice left in the cupboard and boiled water bubbles. As a result, he found that the whole family didn't eat at night. I don't know, that bowl of rice is reserved for the whole family to cook porridge at night. ..... that era has passed. Today, we live in an era of material abundance. Our sense of taste, smell, sight and taste are better than before. Our ancestors and fathers have never been so brave as we are today. You can keep taking out white napkins, one after another, you can pick up a pair of disposable chopsticks, you can roll any paper into a ball and throw it on the street, you can throw the bowls with leftovers on the dining table at will ... But we can't forget the volunteer soldier who used to fry noodles with snow on the battlefield, and we can't forget those who lost their lives because of food. When we squander our enjoyment, will we think of the villagers sweating in the fields at the moment? In the face of those miserable lives, those who face the loess and whose roots are the land, we should treat food devoutly and worship. A few days ago, in a university canteen, the author saw a student leaving with half a bowl of vegetables. The foreign teacher chased him to the door, pulled the classmate back, pointed to his discarded food, and said seriously, finish it. Bill Gates, the richest man in the world, never flies first class. He said, "First class can't arrive first."