Forty

Gongyuan on September 24th of the lunar calendar in 1968th, zi shi, a baby was born in a poor family in Shaoyang, Hunan. His grandmother named him Wu Xiaolin, implying that he could become a small forest in the future. However, forty-seven years later, this guy named Wu Xiaolin didn’t become a forest or a wood, but at most a grass. This grass is me. In my childhood, I was weak and sick, and I was a regular customer of the hospital. Later, my grandmother named me a beggar. The rural superstition thought that the lower the name, the easier it was to feed. Grandma called me Xiao Lin for more than twenty years. She didn’t call me Xiao Lin until I got married and had children. In fact, I am a problematic teenager. When I was herding cattle, I beat my partner’s head to death. I once stole peaches from the production team, watermelons from the brigade, and peeked at women taking a bath. Villagers don’t like me, and teachers also look down upon me. Someone scolded me maliciously: If you want to be promising, I will lick the stick that wipes the ass of the whole world. At that time, we used sticks to wipe our ass in rural areas. My parents broke my heart for me, and my mother cried secretly. They had no other way but to beat me. They turn iron into steel. When I was in the second grade of primary school, Liu Aiqing in the yard and I wrote down six crooked words on the wall of the captain of our production team with writing brush. This time the captain and his wife didn’t scold me. They just told my parents. My mother scolded me: it would be great if you could write a few words, right? At that time, I thought I was amazing because I scolded the captain’s family with words. The captain manages a production team. He offended many people, and of course also offended my parents. Now I revenge on his family. Since then, I have known the charm of words. I don’t know why, the captain’s family never wiped those six words, and let them dazzling there. Later, I seldom went home when I went out to work, but every time I came home to see those dim words, I couldn’t help thinking of those young memories. However, one night in 2010, a fire turned the captain’s house, the captain’s wife, and of course my words into dust. Forty-seven years, I spent more than ten years in school. Up to now, most of the knowledge my teacher taught me has been returned to my teacher, and even many teachers’ names cannot be remembered. Only two teachers impressed me most. One was Yuan Zhuxuan, my English teacher in junior high school. He is not tall and thin. He couldn’t tie his trousers tightly. He lifted his trousers with his hands from time to time during class. When we learn English, we usually mark words in Chinese, such as goodmoring, and we mark Goethe model force. But these pronunciations marked in Chinese are often inaccurate, and we are not less scolded by Yuan zhuxuan. Once, I wrote on the exercise book: I am Chinese, can not speak foreign language, do not learn ABC, and still open the machine. I didn’t know why that day, Yuan zhuxuan was furious. In class, he tore my homework to pieces in front of more than 50 classmates. The direct result of this incident led to my hatred towards the English world. I hated English speakers and didn’t read English books. Although many people advised me to read more foreign literature, especially the original texts of those famous works, which was good for me to broaden my horizon, I didn’t listen at all, I don’t even read the translated foreign literature. Another teacher is Tian Chengjie, who is my junior three Chinese teacher. Although he only taught me for one year, he knew me well. Although many teachers look down upon me, he appreciates me very much. He said that I might be the most promising one among the students he taught. My composition is often read by him as a model essay to his classmates. He always said that if Wu Xiaolin’s articles were well written, he must have a promising future. Unfortunately, I don’t have a daughter. If I have a daughter, I will marry her to him. From primary school to junior high school, to senior high school, my scores in other subjects were in a mess, but my scores in Chinese were always very good. Especially for compositions, my articles should be posted on the bulletin board of the school every issue. College entrance examination natural utter failure. Near the college entrance examination, I am still writing novels, and I am dreaming of being a writer. After the college entrance examination, I threw the textbook behind the school wall. I peed at the school gate. I bid farewell to my student career in this way. I went home to take classes for a period of time, but because it didn’t matter, I was squeezed out. Farming at home, the villagers pushed me to be the village director, because I didn’t go to the camp, this matter was also yellow. Finally, I became the captain of the production team. Although the family is poor, the restlessness of youth is still unstoppable. At that time, my admiration for women had reached the level of stupidity. However, there are thousands of women in the world, but none of them is interested in me. They said that I was sallow and emaciated, and people with sharp-mouth monkey cheek were not like people, and ghosts were not like ghosts. But my luck came. Through the introduction of the matchmaker, I got to know my wife now. Two poor families, two similar experiences, they hit it off. On December 2th, 1989, we got married. In 1991, our daughter was born. In 1997, our son was born. Due to the increasing expenses of the family, the family couldn’t maintain food and clothing for three points per mu. In 2000, I went out to work. This journey lasted for 14 years, and I seldom went home in these 14 years. In the busy journey, children grow up gradually. In Shenzhen, I worked as a kitchen helper, cleaner, Porter, supervisor, manager assistant, etc. Living at the bottom of the Society for a long time, I have tasted all the ups and downs in the world, and got used to others’ cold-eyed ridicule. In such a world, I bind myself tightly. For more than 40 years, according to my hometown, I ate more than a basket of rice, and half of my body was buried in the soil. In spite of this, there is a dream always accompanying me, that is, the literary dream. This dream runs through the end of my life. No matter how hard life is and how tortuous the road ahead is, I always squeeze out time to engage in my writing. Up to now, I have published more than 200 literary works (first) in newspapers and periodicals all over the country, and I have won dozens of awards in newspaper essays. I was interviewed and reported by many media such as Shenzhen Special Zone Daily, Shenzhen Business Daily, Shenzhen Evening News and Bao ‘an daily. I want to thank those who helped me selflessly and generously on the road of my life. People who have helped me economically include Liu Changfu, Chi Desong, etc. People who have helped me in literature include Guo Haihong, Guo Jianxun, Dai Bin, etc. I write down their names here to make my descendants grateful and remember them. Thank God, thank fate, thank parents, you let me come to this world, let me experience wind and rain, witness the rainbow. Forty-seven years like a dream, I often feel that I am in a dream. On December 28th, 2013, my grandson came to this world. Seeing his innocent smile, I think happiness is so within reach. Now after work, I walked and went shopping with my wife and children. I found that I had everything in this world. In fact, for more than 40 years, happiness has always been with me and I will never give up. Be alive. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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