In the morning light, the bright stars slowly faded, and the sun stretched out its huge arms and stroked the distant mountains and rivers. We saw the dew on the branches and leaves trembling slightly in the first sunshine, the persimmon trees were covered with green leaves, and the smooth heads looked out.
After dinner, I walked along the sidewalk with street lamps flowing backwards, walked to the south section of Mei Dong Road, and saw Luxi District Administration Square Park taking shape. My curiosity came up and I walked into the park along the clean asphalt road. The farther away from the road, the weaker the roadside lights, and the silence around. Only then did I know that I was the only one in the huge park.
It's not in my nature to back down. Go ahead, cross the artificial river bridge and turn left. The square is bright and clean. I think the park is getting empty. Darkness came to me, my heart beat unconsciously, my neck kept turning, my eyes glanced around absently, I adjusted my walking speed to a trot, and a wonderful line was brewing in my heart: Do you want money? I forgot to bring my exercise book at night; Is it terrible? The old woman has nothing to do, and life is worthless; Report the case? I won't. It's too dark at night. I haven't seen your face clearly yet! Suddenly, a strong incandescent light came from behind. I'm so excited, turn around. A crouching shadow shrank back, the light went out, and everything was dark again, probably because of the migrant workers watching the construction site. Looking ahead, someone has been shaking his waist to exercise under the street lamp on the roadside. I hurried to the road, the deer in my heart was still jumping, but the corners of my mouth were smiling.
Come back, that scene has just reappeared. Some childhood anecdotes were almost scattered, but now it's like people scattering a handful of food in the open space in winter and birds gathering.
Probably when I was in the fifth grade, several female students were influenced by the traditional idea of son preference. They think that girls know two words, and it is enough to go to the city to have a good toilet. Why not find a husband to have children in the future? So I dropped out of school in the third and fourth grades, leaving only me and Qiner in the village. Maybe our two families are both scholarly families. I call her at school every day, and she seems to be more coquettish than me. After breakfast, I carried my mother's exquisite schoolbag made of rags, went out of the long shaft, turned right and entered the third door. After three yards and four bays, I can walk to the front door of Qiner's house. My hometown is very small, and the residents are in groups of three, so I went in through a doorway, beating around the bush, and five or six families strung together.
It's fine during the day, but it's really a terrible thing to ask Qin to go to school in the middle of the night. At that time, I went to school and once worked for the production team. I went to school three times a day: morning, noon and afternoon. Get up early without eating, and come back for dinner after more than an hour of self-study. The era without watches is very tiring, watching the sun during the day and relying on psychology at night. Influenced by my mother since childhood, I am always afraid of being late for school. At that time, there were no electric lights and no entertainment at night. I went to bed early, and I don't know how long it will take before dawn when I wake up. After a hard day listening to my mother's even snoring, I groped to put on my clothes, picked up my schoolbag and quietly took the door to call Qiner to school. Because every family has to come to the door at night, the third doorway is not good, so we have to find another way and make a big detour to get to the back door of Qiner's house.
I walked out of the dark alley, and the street was dead silent. Several old willows in the center of the street looked very kind during the day, but at night they shook their heads and seemed very nervous. The whole street, except the river in the center of the street gently glides over the pebbles, making a clearer sound than during the day, and the rest are sleeping in nightmares. I swam out of the east of the village like a lonely fish, and in the unfathomable toad pit in Lunan, the cries of hiccups, hiccups and hiccups came and went. I walked south along the pit, and the toad in the grass heard the noise and jumped into the water, and the cry came to an abrupt end. My heart is clenched in a ball, and I think of the toad pit (the meaning of ghosts) that adults often say, as if those ghosts with blue faces and fangs would suddenly jump out of the water to catch me. My hair stood on end, my palms were sweating and my eyes were staring at me.
When I ran to Qiner's door, I couldn't wait to knock at the door. Harp Harp's immature cries fall into the pool like a green fruit, and ripples spread around. The waiting time is very long. Owls fly from tree to tree, and then make cooing and meowing. Adults often say that if you are not afraid of owls, you are afraid of owls laughing, and owls laugh and die. I can't tell what laughter is and what screaming is. In short, the sound of owls gives me the creeps. I crossed my hands, clasped my arms tightly, and cowered under the gatehouse, afraid to make a sound.
Finally, there is movement inside. Whoosh, the door bolt was pulled open, and then the door creaked and cracked. I squeezed in sideways, and Chin squinted and pulled me into the room. Her mother rolled over and tucked her back as if to herself: it's still early. Chin ignored it, dawdled for a while, then gently closed the door and we walked out of the village together.
The school is not far, between three natural villages, about a mile away. Going out of the village is like turning south, and a winding path extends in the green tent. In the millet field in eastern Shandong, the dummy who drove the greedy birds shook the rotten cloth shirt to scare us. Luxi is a cemetery. A few days ago, a man in the village 18 years old got meningitis, and a fresh life disappeared instantly. His grave is on the side of the road, and some funeral sticks are waving paper banners on the bare grave. I tried to distract myself and think of something interesting during the day. However, it happened that my mind did not dare to make decisions, and I returned to Dameng. A Cheng and I have a heart. None of us said a word, and no one dared to walk behind, so we walked side by side. She held my hand tightly and encouraged each other with her hands.
Walking across a small bridge and climbing a slope, fear followed. Near the east side of the road, there is a not too deep ditch, named: dead baby ditch. There is a folk saying that when autumn comes, the ditch is full. When I arrived in early autumn, it was time to catch my breath. The children were very ill. At that time, the medical conditions were poor, the children were not treated in time, and the adults watched the children die. Madam, go and see if Brother Wu is dead. Women who are busy with housework tend to dominate older children in this way. At that time, children were not expensive, and whoever threw children was like throwing chickens and puppies. In order to get lucky, the dead children in the first half of the month are thrown to the southeast, and the dead children in the second half of the month are thrown to the northwest, so the northwest ditch and southeast ditch near the village are collectively called the dead children ditch. Every day after school, we have to walk by the ditch to see if another child has died. Sometimes watching, the naughty boy suddenly shouted, the dead child is coming, and everyone dispersed in a hubbub and ran desperately. In the morning, whenever Qiner and I go, we feel that a group of miserable little dead children are chasing us. We ran and ran to the school gate and climbed a big old persimmon tree in one breath, which was a safe circle.
We sat on the branches, counting our fingers and pinching our ears, lacking nothing. We are still ourselves. We couldn't help laughing and shaking the branches proudly. Dew fell, wet clothes, chilly; Half a big persimmon injected by the bug hit the head from time to time, and the burning scream rippled in the night sky. Not long after, the iron-wheeled carriage that pulled coal in Wugeng Coal Mine rumbled in, and the students also whispered to each other. That old persimmon tree seems to be crowded with children, talking and laughing.
In the morning light, the bright stars slowly fade away, and the sun stretches out its huge arms, stroking distant mountains and rivers nearby. We saw the dew on the branches and leaves trembling slightly in the first ray of sunshine, the smooth head of persimmon trees peeping out from the dense green leaves, the wet grass under the tree smiling at the sun, and our smiling faces were also reflected red by the sun. At this time, happiness has replaced the fear before dawn. Although our thoughts at that time were simple just to win the first place in school, we knew nothing about being strong, tenacious and brave, but we experienced something that a teenager should not have experienced.
More than half a century has passed, and this childhood anecdote is not often remembered. However, who can say that it has not been affected in the rush of growth? Moreover, I also got a little inspiration from the night walk: on the road of life, no matter what difficulties, setbacks or diseases you encounter, don't scare yourself. If you are not afraid of it, you can overcome it; You were afraid of it and lost to it. As long as you have tenacious perseverance and confidence to overcome difficulties, walking through darkness is light, and God will give you unexpected surprises.