What are your memories in your hometown?

The funeral home is a family team with three relatives and six relatives. If you are an outsider, you won't go out to mourn irrelevant people these days, and you won't send this old lady to the grave, because the only son of the old man is wearing a hat.

The sun went down. Most of the sad and pretentious people have left. There are only two people left on the grave, one standing and the other kneeling. Wang Liding, Mrs. Wang's only son, said nothing and couldn't afford to kneel.

The mountain wind was tight for a while, and the scattered Pinus massoniana endured the force of the wind, stirring the mottled branches helplessly and making a heart-rending whisper. At the foot of the mountain, in the small town by the river, the late-maturing kitchen smoke covered half the sky in the west. That cigar, against the burning sky in the sunset, adds a solemn and sad atmosphere.

The old aunt walked peacefully and didn't suffer a bit. ? What a standing person says to a kneeling person is nothing but comforting words. ? Still a blessed person. ? Li Hao moved his feet and leaned forward. ? Aunt? Li Ding's dead mother.

Li Ding still has no reaction at all, kneeling there silently.

I grabbed a handful of food stamps in the school cafeteria. Li Ding finally spoke. ? That food stamp saved my mother's life, but I

It's Li Hao's turn to stop talking, but he's listening.

They said I stole it? Take me back to my hometown and label me as a bad element. Ruined my life! Oh, my god.

From university teachers to bad elements. But at least I saved my dying mother from hunger. In those days, a bowl of rice soup could save a life. Mother and son have been living together. But now, the old man gave up and left, leaving him alone, single. I think about my experience over the past ten years, and I don't want him to be deeply grieved.

Two men in the night wind? Ouch? Sobbing. The grass trees on the hillside whimpered with their voices, making a noisy and messy sound, as if an old man was sighing slowly under the heavy pressure of the world.

On the seventh day, he was alone and tired, kneeling under an old Chinese tallow tree to rest. A pepper hit a tree and fell off, landing on his arm. He was in pain and subconsciously raised his hand and shook it, twisting his body.

A new grave was built fifty paces away. A woman, with four children, knelt at the grave. The sad sobbing of the children, coupled with the heartbreaking cry of the woman, reached his ears and stuck in his heart.

The place where I tripped over the hairy pepper immediately became red and swollen and hurt badly. He frowned, opened his mouth and spat at the swelling. While throwing off his arm, he walked towards the place where he was crying.

Is it the father of the child? ? He asked the widow with pink eyes.

The woman didn't answer, just cried.

It's me, dad. The wall fell, huh? Wow, the big girl is half a person's height and speaks softly.

The day before yesterday, a wall in the neighboring village fell down, and the person in charge was buried alive, leaving five people.

Look at the two new graves on the left and right sides of the road. They are all victims.

Li Ding held the weeping woman and welcomed the ragged children home.

This is a three-bedroom house with a room at the back, which is used as a kitchen. There are dark green vegetables, red tomatoes, long beans and cucumbers in the backyard, and there is almost no room to waste. A jujube tree turned next to it, surrounded by earth walls and grass, which is a typical farmhouse toilet.

Ding Lixian settled the woman, but she couldn't sit still, so she leaned over and lay on the wooden bed in the main house. Then they hurried to scoop water, washed the children's hands respectively, covered them with towels, and let their youngest daughter go and wipe her mother's face. Only then did I have time to push open the back door and go into the kitchen. Soon, a gust of wind swept in, carrying a large plate of scallion eggs fried with white flour cakes, also known as egg sesame oil Baba. Turning around again, I saw a red tomato in one hand and a green cucumber in the other. These are all good things to eat after the Dragon Boat Festival.

After July 7th, the widow dragged her children into the Wang family.

On seniority, right? A gift? In the word generation, the old vegetable farmer Wang had a middle-aged son, carrying a chicken and a basket of fresh vegetables, and asked the name of an early private school teacher. Li Ding? That's why we have this old saying? Worship? . Is it okay? Top gift? Okay, just this one? Li Ding? Awkward, again? Stop? It happens that he has been walking backwards for most of his life, but anyone who has a glib tongue can humiliate him and order him around.

Hey, stop! ? Heard someone shouting.

He stood there with a big dung bucket on his shoulder, hanging reluctantly.

Li Ding's production teams are all vegetable farmers. Vegetable cultivation does not promote chemical fertilizers, so we have to use farmyard manure, that is, human and animal manure. If it's watermelon and melon, you have to make the cake fatter. That is, the pressed rapeseed cake and cottonseed cake are soaked in water for ten days and a half months, and then buried in the ground to ensure that the melon is big, thin and crisp. Speaking on time is called pollution-free vegetables; A while ago, there was another saying called Olympic food.

Li Ding was assigned the task of knocking on doors in the town. Pay the owner twenty cents for a car full of excrement. After years of life, Ding Li, who was not tall at first, became shorter and shorter. From a distance, he is carrying a load of dung, just like three dung buckets waiting in line for exercise. Fortunately, the family that broke the straw hat and was hollowed out in the middle found out the source of this dung.

Hey, stop! ? I heard someone shouting again.

He heard the sound of standing still, carrying a big dung bucket on his shoulder and swaying reluctantly.

Do you have a family? ! ? There are also good people.

Ha! ? The ceremony was jubilant and let go of the burden. ? Have you seen mine? ? When I reached into my waistband, I fumbled for a cigarette and crumpled it and handed it to me.

Not yet. ? The speaker swallowed his cigarette and smelled of dung, revealing his full face of concentration.

Just like ginger! ? A row of front teeth blackened by tobacco was exposed at the top of the ceremony. ? I usually call her Jiang, not her real name! ? Take off the straw hat and fan it to cool it.

In the modern Peking Opera "Ode to the Longjiang River", the heroine Jiang sings with a straight face, saying that singing is a household name and everyone knows it. On the big broadcast of the production team, it is broadcast at both ends every three days, especially in the dog days of drought resistance and seedling protection. It was a surprisingly dry year, and the radio said every day that the river was flooding. Everyone is bored, and I don't know whether it's the hot weather or singing out of tune.

Wang Liding is the only one who doesn't bother, singing to that minor while carrying a pole on his shoulder? Cheep, cheep, cheep beat the beat, my feet are full of energy, and my days are nourishing a lot.

Drought resistance is a deadly time. Where's ginger? Gone, with a litter of children born of her bad karma. How far can she actually go? Just move to a place, three rows from the house, which is Li Hao's.

What is sung in the opera is: compensation for losses inside the embankment; Compensation for agricultural losses and sideline production?

What is the loss at the top of etiquette? Is there any loss? How big is it? The agricultural sideline business inside and outside the dike, God knows, is a muddled account!

I stayed at home for a few days, took a straw hat and put it in front of my mother's grave. Li Hao's tail is at the back. Cousins stayed in the cemetery until dark. This just tandem back to their homes.

Jiang in the model opera has no men, and he struggles all day and revolts. But what about him? Where's ginger? I couldn't bear it, dragging an oil bottle and carrying a can, and finally found a reliable man. Liding man is also good, but he is not reliable because of his poor composition.

Liding had to stay alone, kill Pan An, and then give people out of the toilet and spend twenty cents for a load of dung. Life goes on, almost two years.

Miss Wang? Several young people stood in front of his dung burden. ? We hope you will help us politically. Kang Ming, the leader, will graduate from junior high school if he fails, but he demands progress. Young people all over the world are busy doing their homework, demanding progress and taking the college entrance examination. Naturally, Kang Ming cannot lag behind other countries.

Hearing this, Li Ding jumped up with the burden of 120 Jin, and almost didn't spill shit all over the street. More than ten years, teacher? These two sentences have been whispered in my dreams, and the number of times is not too much.

At that time, Mr. Wang taught philosophy and political economy, and all the students liked his classes. If I hadn't been really hungry when I was studying, my hands and feet weren't clean, and I stole the national circulation food stamps from the school cafeteria, big braid, who had a philosophy class, would have become a darling in my arms.

Today, I will tell you about the history of the party. Teacher Wang deliberately changed his clothes, dressed in blue khaki, washed white, like a veteran of the New Fourth Army who joined the army late.

Kang Ming bought a pack with each person's 5 cents and 10 cents? Donghai brand? Cigarettes, 28 1 pack. This is the treatment of commune-level cadres. In fact, this is the best treatment. There was no charge for teaching at that time, and young people had no money to pay.

The history of the party must first sort out the context, from? Ten-line struggle? Cut in, and then what? He paused.

Miss Wang, we all know this. One of them, a private school teacher, has listed these ten kinds of struggles in ten lines, and his handwriting is very neat.

Then tell us, which ten times? ? Teacher Wang smoked a cigarette, and everyone held their breath and waited for the cigarette to come out. I waited a minute, but I couldn't hold on any longer. Obviously, all those who talk about the history of the Party have lost their stomachs.

Personal education, turned over, didn't fart for a long time, and didn't talk.

Swallow another cigarette. ? Then I'll tell you. Chen Duxiu's first time, fresh in memory, unique; The second time in Qu Qiubai? Eyes staring at each other? Double? , that is? Two? Hmm; This is Li's third visit, isn't it? Three? No? Huh? ! Luo for the fourth time? Four dimensions? Luo; The fifth time, Wang Ming and Wang? Pass? Five? , easy to remember! Sixth times

This time, everyone didn't have time to see if the cigarette he had just smoked was spit out. They listened to him quietly, and then they all heaved a mouthful.

Decades of history, bloody battles, chickens flying and dogs jumping, ghosts crying and wolves howling. A box of Donghai cigarettes, all done!

After a few days, there were only a few boxes left. Donghai? After that, people who pick up shit began to talk about philosophy and dialectics.

Children in rural areas have never read books seriously, and they all rely on a passion. Although they all rubbed their hands face to face, they panicked as soon as they turned around. Philosophy, for them, is a feast for people sitting on the rostrum of the conference. They also want to have a taste in Ba Li, but they have no money or food stamps.

Did you get a look at him? He stretched out his hands. Which hand is bigger? Huh? ! ?

Everyone shook their heads and couldn't tell.

The right hand is big. One of them usually likes to turn over books and is a little learned. ? Because the right hand has more negative force, it is bigger. ?

No! I'm left-handed. The left hand should be big! ? His voice is really loud. ? It can be seen that everything is due to the time and the situation, and we can't suddenly draw conclusions. This is dialectics. You got it? ?

Everyone curled their lips and shook their heads slightly. I don't understand.

Let's just say. ? He has millions of soldiers in his chest. ? Just built a toilet with a wall in the middle. The rest of the work is to write at the door. Write? A man? , is the men's room; Write? Woman? , just the ladies' room. ? This man can't talk without his old job, which is shit. ? What is that? Male left female right? So what, or? Male right female left? ? Then, in whose hands, who can make a definition? In other words, whoever has great power and big mouth has the final say! This is dialectics. You got it?

For example, when two women fight, you scratch my face and I pull your hair. I want you to make a judgment and ruling. * * * How many conclusions are there? ?

Everyone is whispering and chattering, and they can't tell why.

Three kinds! ? He paused and looked down at the students sitting cross-legged on the ground. ? You can say that if you scratch someone's face and smash it, you should be punished; You can also say that people who pull people's hair are vicious and should be punished; You can also say.

He coughed. You ugly face, you are really nothing! You are nothing, you hair plucker! None of you are things. This is a big deal. Can we fight together? Huh? Again, whoever has the biggest mouth has the final say! This is dialectics. You got it? ?

Seeing that the students still looked at each other, the teacher gave further guidance?

That year, three of his students were on the yellow list. At first, they had the lowest political background, but they did surprisingly well in the exam, including themselves.

In spring, he emptied the dung bucket and was invited to teach the teachers "teaching method". Thirty dollars salary. He didn't use a textbook, and he didn't have a textbook. At that time, paper was very precious.

Teaching is only three o'clock. Remember, it is only three o'clock. Westerners have a word called EducationalPhilosophy, which is educational theory and educational viewpoint. ? He studied Russian before, and then he learned some English.

Everybody craned their necks and listened. Sasha. It's full of notes

First,? He held out an index finger. You should be patient and meticulous in telling students what you don't understand, and make it refreshing, huh? ? He speaks Mandarin, mixed with a few Shanghainese, probably because Rove, a female student in big braid, a philosophy class he married, also loves to speak Shanghainese.

Second, you should straighten out and summarize what students have learned, which is easy to remember and memorize, and really master it. ? He immediately listed. One two three four five? Examples of party history struggle.

Third, apply what you have learned. This is a big topic, but it is not easy to do.

Before the first 30 articles of that month were collected, an official letter came from them. Teacher Li Ding gave the key to her cousin Li Hao, patted the little girl who looked like a big girl, and went to the boundary where Confucius taught, which was actually the original unit where he was accused of stealing food stamps.

Mr. Wang lived a good life as a gentleman again.

It is three years in a flash. That favor! But I still took time to go back to my hometown for a walk. This time, he came home in rags!

He is not tall, and the first thing the villagers saw was his shiny black leather shoes. That light, that? Tickle? This sport is really attractive. Look at the leather shoes and think of the people on them. Look at that forehead, it's full, dark and bright. It must be that the sun was too hot in those days, and I felt that I had three leather shoes when I looked coldly.

In fact, a line is really three heads, three heads, all black hair, like a thief's shiny leather shoes.

Big black leather shoes? Tickle? A woman with a baby in her arms happily followed. It turns out that to take the train station back to my hometown in Dongjie, just walk along the river bank, cross the rows of graceful weeping willows, cross the two-eyed stone unicorn bridge, cross a green vegetable field, turn right and arrive at Guo Lihao's home. But this time, tickle? The voice rang all the way, hitting North Street to Middle Street, turning left, passing the quadrangle that gave Kang Mingren a political lesson, passing the entrance of Li Shaoquan's ancestral temple, then strolling through Qilin Bridge and crossing the vegetable fields. Speak loudly while walking.

Look how clear the water is! There are a lot of fish, shrimp, turtles and crabs, and now it is the season. Chaohu Lake, ah, no, Chaohu Lake is rich in aquatic products, especially whitebait and hairy crabs. Some people call it hairy crabs, and white fish, also known as plum white, only comes in rainy season every year. The meat is tender and delicious, steamed and braised.

Tomorrow, I'll make you stew. Stew the wax gourd in a large pot with slow fire, add rock sugar, rice wine and shredded ginger. Put a little salt after cooking. Shredded onion, balsamic vinegar, oil and coriander. I'll give you shredded green pepper and red pepper, one by one in a blue and white plate.

Jiaozi, stuffed with leek and pork, you Shandong people will definitely like it. Just grind 70% flour with a stone. Remember, 70% of the flour comes from 100 kg of wheat. Grain stores sell eight or eight powders, all of which are ground by machines. We helped Master Huaxing, took a sickle and cut the leek first. Right over there, whoever is fat and tender will be cut. They are all villagers. I don't care. They are very happy. It is too late! . On my way back, I will go to the tofu shop to get tofu. Tofu in the dumpling stuffing is very tender. The pig killer at the intersection is surnamed Zhu, which means he has this surname. He was my brother when we were here, so I asked him to send two Jin of pork ribs, which were tender inside. Our young master likes tender meat.

Who likes tender meat? Huh? ? A group of people are standing on the road at the intersection, talking to five aunts.

Let grandma Wu see my tender baby! ? I don't ask people whether they like it or not, and a pair of bony hands stubbornly hold the child in the past.

This terrible little guy, perhaps not knowing at all, has returned to his home and the place where his father was born, giving his father a long face. First, I opened my mouth, smiled so faintly, revealing four small white deciduous teeth, patting meaty hands, and laughing and jumping into the arms of my fifth grandmother. Make everyone happy.

The top of the ceremony rushed to everyone to smoke. Daqianmen? Give the cards to everyone and throw them out of reach, regardless of gender, let alone young and old.

Huaxing's mother gave her child to Grandma Wu, then released her hand and held out all kinds of beautiful candy. First, soft sweets are selected for the elderly with bad teeth. They are wrapped in gold, platinum and tin foil and put in children's pockets in large quantities. Fashionable, for big girls and little wives. In the noise, I still remember to pick a sweet and tender peanut crisp, peel off the candy paper, and even the white sticky rice paper inside, and send it to Grandma Wu's mouth where her front teeth fell out.

A group of active people were allowed to enter Li Hao's main room.

Li Ding, I have been away for three years. All right! ? Young master in grandma Wu's arms, where have you been? Where's ginger? Big girl? Rob? It's gone. Grandma Wu's other hand patted Li Ding's shoulder and touched his face. Sitting at the square table near the gate, I looked at my nephew and niece and smiled from ear to ear.

When did you get together? ? Old people are used to not telling? Get married? , say? Together? Smooth.

The twelfth lunar month the year before last. ? Li Ding was worried that the old man's ears wouldn't work, so he raised his already loud voice. With such a roar, all the girls and kannika nimtragol turned to whisper.

Last year1February was a year, and now it's May, well, almost a year and a half. Look, how time flies. ? Grandma Wu is a vegetable farmer. She sells side dishes all her life to support her family. This will be a small account. ? It's been a week since our great grandson, hasn't it? ?

Grandma Wu asked her if she was over one year old. Etiquette should be properly translated from time to time.

Just passed,? The daughter-in-law who went back to her husband's house for the first time spoke very gently. Finally, she taught in a university, and she knew books and books.

No! ? ? Grandma Wu patted her thigh. ? So you two are together? Only five months later, I was born The old man is trapped here. Open your mouth without front teeth and laugh my head off.

Ha ha ha,? Everyone in the room laughed and boiled. Li Ding just smiled and muttered.

You call this? Happy outside the nest? ,? A glib daughter-in-law is really glib.

No, call? Take Xi into the door? Another gun said.

None of them are right. Where's ginger? I have been busy in the kitchen, so I stole time. Call? Happy. Happy? ,? She is obviously within the permission.

No one translated the new wife. In the packaging of slang village words, the knowledge given to students in universities is useless here. I was so anxious that I had to laugh with everyone. The smile is obviously sweet.

Supposedly, I should call you sister-in-law Jiang said in a low voice. Life is smooth sailing. Although several years have passed, she is more watery, with fair skin, black hair and slim figure, which can keep up with her new wife. Although the brother and sister are separated by ten years, they can't tell much.

I'd better call you sister. Li Ding told me everything. You're not easy, really. ?

Jiang's face turned red first, and then his eyes were wet.

You still have big braid, which is out of date even in our country. ? Elder sister changed the subject.

Who doesn't say? But he insisted that I stay, so let him stay. ? Glanced at her man.

The Li Ding family are leaving. The bulging ones are all local products sent by three relatives and six relatives. Three people came and four people came back. ? Where's ginger? The big girl as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade at home, with her? Dad Wang? Go together. When the children are older, they should choose a good school and go to the middle school attached to the university, so that the living and learning conditions are good. Mr. and Mrs. Li Hao are reluctant to part, but for the sake of their children's good future, they follow the ceremony and let them follow him. Everyone is comfortable.

Grandma Wu stood at the head of the farewell crowd, holding her granddaughter in one hand. Li Ding turned around and helped the old man to stroke a few strands of gray hair, adjusted his collar and buttoned the lapel of the big jacket collar. Take out your wallet from your pocket with your left hand and take out five cards one by one from it? Great unity? Fifty dollars, almost a month's salary, was carefully folded and put into the old man's pocket. The young master flapped his mother's arm and wanted to come down. He twisted little ass and took Grandma Wu's hand.

A family of four, carrying a basket and a pot, is bulging and reluctant to leave.