Chapter 73 lines

When the lights suddenly came on, I realized that it was me who was standing on the stage instead of someone else. It was useless to be alarmed. Someone said: "You are performing, why are you in a daze." I am not pretentious, but everyone likes to listen to bizarre and colorful stories. Unfortunately, my story is only a flat lake of ten thousand hectares, which is still a clear wave amidst clear waves, and I cannot make up a plot of strange peaks rising.This is of course very sorry. I can't remember clearly what happened before I was four years old, but for some reason, there are still a few pictures hanging vaguely in the corridor of memory, which have become my self-pleasing materials.

Just at the age of four.One day my mother dressed me neatly and said to me: "Look, on that road, when the bus passes by, there will be a person walking down, and he is your father!" I was shocked. At that time, I almost didn’t need a father in my life. Every day, my mother would braid my hair, tie a bow every day, tell me stories every day, and go to the chicken coop to pick up pink flowers every day. color fresh eggs, and listen to mother's advice to drink it down.Every day I sit in the yard, hugging the box of soda crackers, and having a child's dream. But my father came back from far away America, which seemed to be the biggest event in my early life, he brought many rare things, those beautiful clothes made me ecstatic, but his own favorite thing But neither my mother nor I were interested. They were big bags of cod liver oil pills and quinine pills. He said: "This is what we really need. Think about it, if someone among our relatives and friends gets sick, isn't this thing better than Is everything precious?"

He is such a very practical person. On the contrary, I would rather play with the chickens and puppies that my mother cut for me. My sensitive and fantasy-obsessed character comes from my mother. I didn't know until I was very old that there was one thing my father bought for me when he packed his luggage --- a slide rule.I haven't been able to use it, and now thinking about it, I don't know emotionally whether to pity them or pity myself. They must have had great expectations of me. When I graduated from Zhongshan National School, I stumbled into the gate of a girls' middle school in a daze. I spend more time in extracurricular books than in class), and what embarrasses me the most is that my father always says to everyone: "This child is going well in school, when she graduated from elementary school, she took four out of four schools! "At that time, I really couldn't bear it. I felt quite humiliated when I looked at strangers.However, in these years, I have heard no voices who have such ardent hopes for me-except my husband, who praises people in front of people with the blindness of a lover from time to time.

As the eldest sister of six siblings, I cannot be disappointed.However, this kind of self-awareness did not become apparent until after entering university.In middle school, I still only lived a dreamlike life, especially because of the move.When I transferred from a girls' high school to a Pingtung girls' high school, I suddenly came into contact with the palms all over the city and the phoenix flowers covering the sky, and my natural love for nature exploded at once.The school has towering ancient trees, large lawns, trees with yellow flowers and branches, and vegetable gardens. I learned how to grow spinach, cabbage and bean pods. At that time, I always got up very early and rushed to school Go, water buckets, the biggest success in my life is probably the small bean shed, the butterfly-shaped bean curd is full of flowers, a solid and rich beauty.

In Pingtung, a city of rice fragrance that cannot be forgotten, those days of leisure and doing nothing are over.The days of sitting in the shade of the garden at noon and reading poetry with a few girls are over. In the autumn of 1958, I entered Soochow University, where I studied Chinese.At that time, I suddenly felt that I needed to start my struggle.After leaving home, I realized that my family was poorer than I imagined. My father was a soldier, a major general in the sixth phase of Whampoa.But a child who lives at home doesn't necessarily understand what real poverty is. Once he leaves home, he suddenly realizes that even a bed is a wealth.

I am still nostalgic for the age of sixteen, but I have to face reality.One day, I saw Yang lying on the tatami mat with his feet crossed, happily nibbling on the end of a stick bought for one yuan, which was his entire lunch.He mocked himself and sang a song he made up: "I ate a stick today, a stick, neither sweet, nor salty, nor sweet, nor smelly, nor sour, nor spicy. ..." We all laughed, hiding our gloomy mood in the sudden laughter. That's how it went in those days, like unleavened stickheads, tasteless but solid. Relying on my mother's patchwork and work-study funds, I finished college. I urged myself to be a down-to-earth person. I still can't see people who waste money and time. I simply despise them.

Before I studied Chinese, I couldn’t help but have too many fantasies. This kind of fantasy can still be read from the eyes of freshmen. Every time I read that kind of eyes, I am both happy and heartbroken.I know that no matter how many years pass, there will always be young people who love literature.But soon they will be disappointed that they will not find literature in the academy. When my first article was published in , there was still a month before I entered the university. I clearly remember that it was August 23rd. Since then, I have never stopped, (but I have never been prolific, I write everything with joy. When I write, I feel very happy in my heart. After I finish writing, I feel dissatisfied. I don’t want to mention it when it is published. But people are so contradictory. I still send it every time. It gets published. I never read a book I've written - I'd rather read someone else's.

I have a far higher genius for chores than for writing.Every time I sit at the dining table and watch him greedily eat up every dish, the joy in my heart is always so full.I suddenly understood why the writing life of many girls is always so short.If it weren't for the thoughts still pounding at my heart, I might have given up on all this--but, of course, I won't. For a simple girl, there is really nothing more to describe.Isn't our era able to solve many things with just a palm-sized resume?Words are simply a crime. Yes, this is the end of my play. If my performance is too ordinary, there is nothing I can do about it. I used to be such a character.The most important thing is, let us have a lively stage with beautiful dramas, and let our season be full of bright memories.