Cao Wenxuan's childhood story

Cao Wenxuan/KLOC-0 was born on October 9th in Longgang Village, Qinnan Town, Yancheng County, Jiangsu Province. The embarrassment of life at that time can be seen from his later memories. He wrote in Childhood: My hometown, northern Jiangsu, is famous for its poverty.

I have eaten bran once and grass once. I don't remember how bran is eaten. I cut the grass by the river. My mother carefully fried it in an oil-free iron pan and said that she would get me a plate of "fried leeks".

It takes fifteen days to expect a dry meal. But the so-called dry rice is just a few grains of rice, almost all of which are made of carrots. Drinking porridge all day, I will never forget that porridge was written by Cao Wenxuan. At that time, he was so hungry that his growth and development stopped, so that every time he saw someone taller than himself, he felt a deep sense of inferiority.

Father Cao Guisheng always brings "delicious food" to Cao Wenxuan. Cao Guisheng is called "storyteller" by the villagers. When I was a child, Cao Wenxuan used to lie on his father's back, absorbed in listening, and forgot about hunger.

Cao Wenxuan learned after listening. He went out and told his friends that he had a nose and eyes. In primary school, Cao Wenxuan almost became a "story king". At that time, Cao Wenxuan had vaguely dreamed of becoming a great writer.

2. Li Yougan, a famous children's literature writer in Jiangsu, works in Yancheng Cultural Center. His main task is to find and guide young amateur writers. Cao Wenxuan wants to learn from Li Yougan. He thinks he should do something to make Li Yougan notice himself.

So, he settled down, went deep into the countryside to collect materials, bent over his desk to find the layout of the article, and finally published the first children's literature in a newspaper, which attracted Li Yougan's attention. On this day, Cao Wenxuan was writing a manuscript in the house, and Li Yougan took the initiative to visit. In this way, Cao Wenxuan wished to worship at the door of Li Yougan.

When Cao Wenxuan was fourteen, he had a lump on his neck. At that time, the hospital in the city was diagnosed as an incurable disease. On his way home, he passed his neighbor's door. The neighbor asked his father, and the principal said that the baby's illness was fine.

His father is a very powerful man. But at that time, he collapsed in an instant and tears came down at once. Father told his neighbor that he didn't have that blessing. At that moment, he felt that he might leave this world.

For the next time, he has been imagining the scene of farewell and imagining the scene where his father took him everywhere to see a doctor. When people saw his father carry him out and back again and again, they found that his son was the most important thing to him.

According to my mother, when I was a child, I was decent, didn't cry, loved to laugh, and always rolled my eyes at people and pondered them. It is very attractive. My family lives by the river. People in the village also live by the river. When I was one or two years old, I was often carried to play, and then I passed it from house to house along this big river, sometimes for a mile or two.

My mother's milk is so strong that she can't hold it any longer, but it always takes a lot of effort to bring me back. When I returned to her arms, I refused to drink her milk again. Because mothers who are also breastfeeding their children all feed me with their milk. Mom said that I grew up eating a lot of mom's milk. Of course, I gradually became ugly, and I was no longer so likable.

By the time I was three years old, I had become a little "bad". I went to the windmill and accidentally fell into the canal wearing a cotton-padded coat. I got up, went home without crying, took off all my wet clothes and got into bed. My mother came back to hit me, and I insisted, "Grandpa pushed me into the water."

The framed grandfather was not annoyed, but was very happy and said, "This child has a promising future when he grows up." Of course, when I grew up, I never had a bad heart. As for whether there is a promise, it's hard to say. When I grew up, I walked around fields and rivers with a branch and did many bad things. For example, digging a trap on the ridge makes people trip, pushing the pots and pans of the riverside people into the deep water and so on.

But I'm not evil. I don't hate it. One more thing, no matter who teased me (even covered in mud), I have never been annoyed or scolded. Now back home, those grandfathers are still saying, "Wenxuan didn't curse when he was a child." Actually, it's okay to swear. I only swear among children, not adults.

By the time I was nine years old, I was already a playful, dreamy and uncontrollable child, always forgetting the reprimands and admonitions of adults. I was listening to the class and saw a strange white dog passing by outside. Forgetting that the teacher on the podium was lecturing, he "barked" and rushed out of the classroom to drive the dog out. Later, I was severely punished by my teacher.

What impressed me the most was that I secretly left home with a big child three years older than me to watch the National Day fireworks in the county. At that time, only waterways led to the county seat. I have only one dollar on me, which I found in my father's pocket. That big boy has only one dollar. These two dollars can't buy a boat ticket, but you have to save on snacks when you go to the city to watch movies and fireworks (this was almost a luxury arrangement at that time).

So, we walked more than 30 miles to the county seat. It was very late when we arrived. We asked people where to put fireworks, and the answer was that there were no fireworks anywhere. By this time, we were exhausted and didn't want to go out for dinner or go to the movies. We just want to sleep.

We found a big bench in a dark doorway and fell asleep. I don't know when I woke up and saw the dawn, so I discussed buying steamed stuffed buns and went home when I was full. So, I walked out of the gate and into the street. The street was empty and nobody was there, which surprised us. Just wondering, several policemen came and arrested us and took us to a house.

It was not until we looked at the clock on the wall that we knew it was twelve o'clock at night. Just now, it was still bright. In fact, the lights in the city are very bright. We were locked in the house like two idiots. We didn't know why we were locked up at that time. I didn't know until I grew up that this was a "curfew" in the festival. It was so naive that the police let us go.